[Round 1: Yung III]
Before my last battle I had 8 months off
So I may have looked a little off to tell the truth, nigga
But Shine, you be off in all your battles, what's your excuse nigga?
I mean really, let's have a man-to-woman, look me in my eyes
Toronto, Canada in January, they barely wanna book you in the States
We battlin' in Brooklyn, but I'm thinkin' Spike Lee in Crooklyn
I can smell this bag! I'm back cookin' get a plate!
This my land Lord, I didn't need first and last months rent
To put him in his place
But the best back
They want a Rook to put a King in check, this not a chess match
Call it a night/Knight if this Pawn act Queen
He'll need a Bishop if I let this Tec clap
I could talk about his priorities, but X that
I'm a contract killer, I'm just signing where the X at
Somebody yell body I'll body em, give em just that
Arms, head, shoulder, knees and toes, neck back
And if I check scrap You'll find his neck snapped with him lying chest flat
And blood all over the ring; Celebrity Death match
Let's get this shit going like Exlax, where Rex at?
Dot Mob won't have to pep talk him on this one before his next match
When Joe Lite was knocking you out
Nigga you ain't give him that double fist reply like "let's get it guy
Hit the car, pop the trunk, grab the pump let shots from the trigger fly" '
He swung for your jaw, missed, hit your eye
You dropped down, hugged his calf and bit his thigh
Like what type of shit is that?
But that's not all man
I found out from a generous fan
That he works downtown Manhattan at a hot dog stand
If it ain't true, when I first heard it I ain't know how to take it
I'm like, "you get your buns grabbed
And you play with Weenie's on a daily basis?"
I specifically told Beasley, "I ain't blogging for this battle
Cause why promo for it? If I'm homophobic
Then my patience for this faggot is wearing thin
He gon' play a game like David Blaine, but the fact is
I got a counter-attack for every trick in that bag he carried in
Oh shucks they want a classic, but no Lux, I brought a casket
I bag and bury men
You gon leave today with a loss or an imaginary win
As far as ends, you just a lil nigga ballin'
AAU Came a long way from the days Where Momma had to make due in Diaper Season
October them days we just fight through
Chop a brick and if it's two of them we slice em and make two
But I'm back on bullshit, comparing flows to Derrick Rose
Enemies get injuries they can't play with
So Smack when you bring me a nigga, think premium liquor
Get his cap blue like Grey Goose
Snub .38 you A right hook will knock every feature on his face loose
What I said to Rex apply to K too
Why not light up Mook yet why give a nigga on the bench credit when he synthetic as K too
Your brother's on ya turf? About as gangster as a Mother of the church
I'll do it till [?]
Go Amen and lay hands on him like he lookin' for a breakthrough
From June to May through, this hood (?) stuck with me
I go double overtime, 6 quartz give him a buck 50
Or you (?) With a blade I give a green light and my team might say fuck 'em 30/30
Do you dirty and keep a clean knife
One hand a quitter nigga
I ain't gotta swing twice
This hook will make him fade away, you know Kareem, Mike
Ya'll already know what I do to this nigga
That's easy, who is this nigga?
Before my last battle I had 8 months off
So I may have looked a little off to tell the truth, nigga
But Shine, you be off in all your battles, what's your excuse nigga?
I mean really, let's have a man-to-woman, look me in my eyes
Toronto, Canada in January, they barely wanna book you in the States
We battlin' in Brooklyn, but I'm thinkin' Spike Lee in Crooklyn
I can smell this bag! I'm back cookin' get a plate!
This my land Lord, I didn't need first and last months rent
To put him in his place
But the best back
They want a Rook to put a King in check, this not a chess match
Call it a night/Knight if this Pawn act Queen
He'll need a Bishop if I let this Tec clap
I could talk about his priorities, but X that
I'm a contract killer, I'm just signing where the X at
Somebody yell body I'll body em, give em just that
Arms, head, shoulder, knees and toes, neck back
And if I check scrap You'll find his neck snapped with him lying chest flat
And blood all over the ring; Celebrity Death match
Let's get this shit going like Exlax, where Rex at?
Dot Mob won't have to pep talk him on this one before his next match
When Joe Lite was knocking you out
Nigga you ain't give him that double fist reply like "let's get it guy
Hit the car, pop the trunk, grab the pump let shots from the trigger fly" '
He swung for your jaw, missed, hit your eye
You dropped down, hugged his calf and bit his thigh
Like what type of shit is that?
But that's not all man
I found out from a generous fan
That he works downtown Manhattan at a hot dog stand
If it ain't true, when I first heard it I ain't know how to take it
I'm like, "you get your buns grabbed
And you play with Weenie's on a daily basis?"
I specifically told Beasley, "I ain't blogging for this battle
Cause why promo for it? If I'm homophobic
Then my patience for this faggot is wearing thin
He gon' play a game like David Blaine, but the fact is
I got a counter-attack for every trick in that bag he carried in
Oh shucks they want a classic, but no Lux, I brought a casket
I bag and bury men
You gon leave today with a loss or an imaginary win
As far as ends, you just a lil nigga ballin'
AAU Came a long way from the days Where Momma had to make due in Diaper Season
October them days we just fight through
Chop a brick and if it's two of them we slice em and make two
But I'm back on bullshit, comparing flows to Derrick Rose
Enemies get injuries they can't play with
So Smack when you bring me a nigga, think premium liquor
Get his cap blue like Grey Goose
Snub .38 you A right hook will knock every feature on his face loose
What I said to Rex apply to K too
Why not light up Mook yet why give a nigga on the bench credit when he synthetic as K too
Your brother's on ya turf? About as gangster as a Mother of the church
I'll do it till [?]
Go Amen and lay hands on him like he lookin' for a breakthrough
From June to May through, this hood (?) stuck with me
I go double overtime, 6 quartz give him a buck 50
Or you (?) With a blade I give a green light and my team might say fuck 'em 30/30
Do you dirty and keep a clean knife
One hand a quitter nigga
I ain't gotta swing twice
This hook will make him fade away, you know Kareem, Mike
Ya'll already know what I do to this nigga
That's easy, who is this nigga?
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