[Round 1: Cortez]
Either the fans gon' give it up or tell us both we should give it up
It's two big names on we on the stage to live it up
Hit 'em up, tell me you Crippin' cuz, I cripple stuff
Hit his gut, drop the tre (tray), spill his lunch
One big round will tighten lids like sippy cups
So you in a rush?
They got me speedin' so I'm hittin' the highway
Bring an end to the weak (week) it's only right I should fry Day' (Friday)
The MAC's out, tap out, watch how the .9 spray
If this .5 cock, y'all think cyclops when I (eye) raise
To blast off, that's all, I tear his back off
For that salary, playin' Cort' (play in court), we takin' caps off
You big bitch, leavin' his wig split with the [?]
Get every last bit of the .40, yo this the backwash
They said, "For Blackout you gotta send 'Lyt (light) away."
All I did was light the haze, I started writin' right away
Sike, I ain't write for days
Why, even write for Day?
Of course this is Blackout, I'm supposed to take 'Lyt (light) away
So what's the issue? Magazine's gon' front page him
It's takin' too long to load it's like I'm upgradin'
They hesitate on Cort' (court), you pump fakin'
Light speed, I strike like you touch Raiden, I'm done playin'
He eatin' through a tube, that's the last straw I'm carvin' out his features
A rusty blade will take them tac's off
I'll turn that ski mask into Mac sause
I'm the future, I'm on stage, let's get it poppin' wit' the mask off
I'm fixin' to brawl, I'm finishin' all 'em
Blood gon' drip on the floor
I'll put a Crip in a coffin, I let the .6 do the talkin'
Don't y'all get it? One swing'll Bat light ('Lyt) in the sky like Commissioner Gordon
April 14th? Okay, so that's the set date
It's crazy how Day' gon' pass by the next day
I'm peelin' at his ceilin' I'm tryin' to see how that lead taste
Headcase, {gun shots} pump iron he's dead weight
Runnin' don't work out, bullets don't skip a leg Day'
You can't block my goals, points taken
I ghostwrite it, it's common sense we coin phrases
It's head trauma, when I'm leavin' you boys shakin'
They tryin' to put the fix on Cort' (court), they point shavin'
The beam gonna scorch, heaters'll talk
Let's get it shakin', I'm Muhammad Ali with the torch
Nigga, if Day' gon' lie then Day' gon' fry
Go ahead and do some slime shit, I won't let a Day' go by
That thing go BOP, y'all will see Day' go bye
You said you'd suck Diddy's dick, I guess Day' go bi
I'm the most underrated, underhanded, I oversaw
But being overlooked creates a pen that's over all
And don't worry, I appreciate y'all reachin' out
But wait 'til round 3 cause there's some shit we gotta speak about
Either the fans gon' give it up or tell us both we should give it up
It's two big names on we on the stage to live it up
Hit 'em up, tell me you Crippin' cuz, I cripple stuff
Hit his gut, drop the tre (tray), spill his lunch
One big round will tighten lids like sippy cups
So you in a rush?
They got me speedin' so I'm hittin' the highway
Bring an end to the weak (week) it's only right I should fry Day' (Friday)
The MAC's out, tap out, watch how the .9 spray
If this .5 cock, y'all think cyclops when I (eye) raise
To blast off, that's all, I tear his back off
For that salary, playin' Cort' (play in court), we takin' caps off
You big bitch, leavin' his wig split with the [?]
Get every last bit of the .40, yo this the backwash
They said, "For Blackout you gotta send 'Lyt (light) away."
All I did was light the haze, I started writin' right away
Sike, I ain't write for days
Why, even write for Day?
Of course this is Blackout, I'm supposed to take 'Lyt (light) away
So what's the issue? Magazine's gon' front page him
It's takin' too long to load it's like I'm upgradin'
They hesitate on Cort' (court), you pump fakin'
Light speed, I strike like you touch Raiden, I'm done playin'
He eatin' through a tube, that's the last straw I'm carvin' out his features
A rusty blade will take them tac's off
I'll turn that ski mask into Mac sause
I'm the future, I'm on stage, let's get it poppin' wit' the mask off
I'm fixin' to brawl, I'm finishin' all 'em
Blood gon' drip on the floor
I'll put a Crip in a coffin, I let the .6 do the talkin'
Don't y'all get it? One swing'll Bat light ('Lyt) in the sky like Commissioner Gordon
April 14th? Okay, so that's the set date
It's crazy how Day' gon' pass by the next day
I'm peelin' at his ceilin' I'm tryin' to see how that lead taste
Headcase, {gun shots} pump iron he's dead weight
Runnin' don't work out, bullets don't skip a leg Day'
You can't block my goals, points taken
I ghostwrite it, it's common sense we coin phrases
It's head trauma, when I'm leavin' you boys shakin'
They tryin' to put the fix on Cort' (court), they point shavin'
The beam gonna scorch, heaters'll talk
Let's get it shakin', I'm Muhammad Ali with the torch
Nigga, if Day' gon' lie then Day' gon' fry
Go ahead and do some slime shit, I won't let a Day' go by
That thing go BOP, y'all will see Day' go bye
You said you'd suck Diddy's dick, I guess Day' go bi
I'm the most underrated, underhanded, I oversaw
But being overlooked creates a pen that's over all
And don't worry, I appreciate y'all reachin' out
But wait 'til round 3 cause there's some shit we gotta speak about
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