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b.y.o.b. - ian vs roane lyrics

[ian]
rookies vs vets, man this card has all the hallmarks of a funeral
got iv rooks taking ls – it’s like exercise when we x their i’s/eyes: roman numerals
c/see every battle i wear my heart on my sleeve like a tatted catholic, full metal jack
so what you doin’ here dj? this is my church where i make the blood pour – now that’s a temple tap
but your faith is in the rappad vote going with flow like they can’t go higher
that’s some shameful sh-t, rappad, f-ck a d-ck, y’all a bunch of flo ridahs/flow riders
but go ahead, hit me with them flows and jokes instead of harder schemes
you son some shaky ground, tho, if you’re playing to strengths and that’s carter deems
well dj getting work, get ready to hurt – even comfort food can’t save you
cuz i’m the vet putting down all these cats – like euthanasia/youth in asia
see he’s kinda part chinese mixed with texas. y’all should run for cover
ain’t it funny tho how both are known for their walls, but he’s on the fence about which one trumps the other?
so i won’t let this orient express; i’ll bring the chin music, derail his train of thought
look: he’s dis[oriented} no wonder his hyde response was such a painful drop
real talk: tossing shots around but saying no response required? well that tab, i’ll pay it
cuz that’s some watered down sauce, no wonder you thought it’d be something hyde rated/hydrated
it’s like you were turning on friends, tripping in these threads wholesale like nautica
but then all of a sudden it’s like bing! chandler dropped his monica/moniker
so now it’s roane. what happened? did your wife say it was time to grow up? was it pushing from ya pops?
and now you got a baby coming cuz you didn’t get the meaning of “pulling out all stops”
but i ain’t gonna say nothing f-cked up about that, i been there – it changes a man
to see your child the first time; it wakes ya up, changes the plan
see when i brought my daughter into this world chandler, i knew my life would never be the same
cuz it’s one thing to know they’re coming, quite another to speak their name
and when i was up to my elbows in her mama’s blood, i couldn’t speak through the heavy lump
rising in my throat and still hits me every time i even think of her, bruh
so when that day comes for you chandler, i’ll raise a gl-ss to you and to your new family
cuz i know can’t f-ck you up more than when you see the damage that baby do v-g-n-lly

[roane]
ay yo first off, i hate rappad for forcing me to battle someone that could bench me and my dad
there’s no punch coming, i’m just really uncomfortable with this situation
so ian is known in these rp streets for wordplay and metaphors and the fact that he can’t be beat
well he’s lost before, and probably forgot b4 on his bingo card that would’ve gotten him a car for sure
possibly a ford, but certainly something he could afford
ian’s an emt and put that together and you get ianemt, that doesn’t rhyme with a lot of words
i might be new to the battle scene and my wordplay isn’t on ians level
but i can purge lames with a clean gavel handed to me by mr. clean’s double
because without ian’s help my wordplay would be in trouble…
now i noticed that ian spends a lot of time on discord
while telling tales of dragons dancing like a disco ord
talking to kids that haven’t graduated high school and know nothing about this cord
likely teaching teens how to play keys like “no no no no no….” it’s this chord
this cat’s a dope battler but on a track he’s more hated than uncle sam
only b-st-rd i’ve heard make something wack out of a track with sutherland
two tracks with mike and bodied on both fronts, you’ve beaten mike in battles, but still working at the throne’s front
and i know you throw punches, by finding dope crutches from all of your old subjects
im new and improved, i eat punches like cold lunches and trash your raps like a mold m-ffin
i’m a monster in my own right, reason your kids sleep at home, but require a nightlight
and i’ll swoop in and steal yo baby momma like a knight’s right, and get beaten down pretty severely at fight time
cuz i’m a lean, keen, grinding machine, and you’re big, mean, and kind of a g
so i’ll stay out of your way, cuz i know it’ll bring nothing but trouble
just please work on cutting your breaths out better than you cut your stubble

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