Eyedea vs. P.E.A.C.E. at Scribble Jam 1999 Eyedea (Ft. P.E.A.C.E.)

[Eyedea]
P.E.A.C.E., beat me, is something you won't be able to accomplish
Whatever happened to "We'll never fall the fuck off, we promise"?
I ain't even trying to say it, but... couldn't say it
This is playing with the lyrical style that just slaying emcees
I'm not a mic hog
You know that I'm tight y'all
On the Freestyle Fellowship he's dope but he's the little Phife Dawg
It's all good though
You couldn't flow
You're not cute
Your momma bought some new shoes
So you could look cool but you don't
You not dope
I grab the mic and leave you broke
Emcees, it's done
Drop the mic, go home, you just got smoked

[P.E.A.C.E]
That was cute... like a plush toy
Now half of that shit you just said
You bet it wasn't hype
You know what the girls call me?
They call me Nestlé Snipes
And they all say
He's a warm chocolate latte
But you's about to get popped up
Take your rock, hey
Dude you know better than to fuck with me
Why you mention my crew?
Why you mention everything about my momma?
What the fuck you do?
Where your album at?
I wish I had something to say
Hey, I like the way that you was rapping, but I ain't heard nothing today
Now, where your tape? Now, where your CD?
Answer me
Where your money?
You been around the world? say it funny
You lost, you lost, you lost, you lost
I wish your ass was a frisbee cause you straight getting tossed