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barbarian battle grounds – daylyt vs quest mcody lyrics

[round 1: quest mcody]
what’s up -ss naked
i blast reckless yo’ -ss tecless so when you sayin’ you packin’ pistols
we laughin’ at you, we not laugin’ witchu
see that’s the issue, you gave up everything…for battle rap
you f-cked yo’ face up…for battle rap
you say g-y stuff like you wanna f-ck puff, put on a pink dress, twerk and wear makeup…for battle rap
all this for battle rap
but day’ i know you a real normal nigga in real life
i see you spend time with yo’ little son
as a black father in america, i admire that
but when he grow up and try to f-ck diddy, you inspired that
any nigga can close (clothes) get pressed i’m where the iron at
that .9’s like a chinese chef, i let it fire cats
you versus cal’, that was cl-ssic
the crowd hated
that was an insane day’
you think this shit gon’ be déjà vu?
no, this not gon’ be the same day’
this king cody the thing on me, how you doin’ day’?
it’s a dark cloud cause i’m around i come to ruin day’
what you pursuing day’? you truant day’
you outta yo’ cl-ss look he
got busy in jersey, sure
but like jersey shore, i’ma leave you flat on yo’ -ss snooki
i know some real niggas that throw up crip, them niggas c-sick
one round take out ‘lyt (light), now that’s an eclipse
two rings out of that fo’, lebron heat mode
then took a shot, i hit him with .45’s…he hit a free throw
clip after clip after clip, replayin’
a couple rounds get this nigga to spinnin’, he djing
i really wanted to box with dude, a light challenge
he only wanted one round in the ring he’s like saturn
what’s up? i’m quest, i guess i ain’t been around in a minute
my first hand on that glock, pop, like a broken second hand on my clock
watch, cause you won’t be around in a minute
when that tool squeezin’ it’s flu season, expect the shot
i write line after line in between round after round, clown, connect the dot
it’s funny you flew all the way from l.a. to d-ck suck rex in new york, just to connect with dots
i take rex and shine, chop him into pieces, the morgue gotta connect the dots
-ss grabbers
i ain’t wit’ them f-ggot games lame, that’s clay aiken in the playstation
i’ll let these bullets park in son (parkinson) to get to where that cash is (c-ssius) all you niggas can lay (clay) shaken
i’ll box a broad from l.a., why l.a.?
oh y’all ain’t get that, i gotta put that shit together
that’s laila cause i’ll “ali” the b-tch
you fly? i’ll drop you out the skylight (sky, light)
in plain (plane) view, sight, like aaliyah’s shit
so f-ck that ‘back, back, forth & forth’ this pro deuce (produce) ya
stomp ya, with timbo’s (timberlands) if he miss, see (missy) me? i wrap a corpse
i keep yo’ mommy’s (mummys) ‘round
these dummy rounds, sendin’ shots at the special ed
dumb horses, better join the forces
f-ck yo’ retard followin’, they special led (special ed)
that .38, think jj fish winnin’, a special led (special ed)
i walk with that iron, lieutenant dan; special legs
i roll with them dope boys, royalty them state k!llers, interstate trippers
they say i’m clayton bigsby, why?
cause they said i couldn’t see you, man i hate niggas
i hate niggas that hop on cameras and lie like, “i had the gun to my nigga face”
on some f-ck shit
lyin’ (lion) den (lion’s den) on some lux (luck) shit i’m glad them niggas saved the tape
day’ you wasn’t breakin’ up shit, you was f-ckin’ up
nigga, you was in the background of that b-tch lookin’ like it was yo’ godd-mn turn to double dutch
charlie, don’t laugh at that line neither
cause you co-signed that bullshit story, that’s f-cked up too
just remember, in detroit, it don’t matter if you help yo’ man or not, you gettin’ f-cked up too!
what the f-ck’s up proof?
that cal’ (cow) lift him, i raise the stakes (steaks) i surprise my prey (pray) before they eat, close my hands ‘amazing grace’
you? got shit backwards in the d baby, i ain’t no baby d
but i f-ck day’ day’ up like i was baby d
you prolly saw the title of this venue and thought you could let a nigga ride yo’ magic stick
you take them kurt angles wit’ the pen, be holdin’ ankles on that f-ggot shit
well i’m a jack thriller k!ller, look at me in the eye crazy
tragic shit, that mag’ get (maggot) clicked if you wanna act fly baby
i’ll turn this into a no fly zone with one touch of the iphone
i’m bi-coastal like bifocals, i’m correct where every i (eye) roam
no wins (winds) in this circle urkel, this is not a cyclone
i’ll let a round spin ’til it click, no rotary dial phone
now yo’ stock goin’ down, who wanna see dow jones?
i’m king cody, that crown on me, the ground shakin’
i’m hands on was sound ‘scapin’, the foundation
i’ll never die, forever i (eye) that’s all seein’
i’m a visionary, temporary what dog being
dawg (dog), you leadin’ the blind and got yo’ eyes closed
me? i’m tryin’ to lead the blind that had the blinds closed
in other words, the niggas that could have saw through those antics, but never looked
it’s magic how these niggas get p-ssed, please i never look
i’m a street nigga that never cooked, i’m never shook
kareem abdul-mayweather, you’ll catch whatever hook
you don’t wanna take this l? oh (o), okay (ok), put it together “look”
i’ll send his boo roses then send his boo k’s right through that bouquet, put it together “book”
vonnie i will beat yo’ -ss up in this b-tch, nigga, b-tch nigga
f-ck you, yo’ son and yo’ b-tch nigga, a clip hit ya
i’ll separate that family, a split picture
you crip nigga, what i grip flip ya
you’ll get drugged out to what i dug out, the ditch digger
run up, my backup throwing rounds, i switched pitchers
you a mad granny, slash tranny, a switch hitter, a d-ck gripper
what’s the math and dizaster battle and yo’ battle with real deal got in common?
i’ll wait…anybody know?
want me to tell y’all?
all that pushin’ and you ain’t do shit
you pussy, douche it nigga
you emasculated yourself in front of your family for news clip nigga!
this clip’ll throw a round at you playa
get that chris paul picture
i know you a clown b-tch; jigsaw’s sister
i gotta blade to yo’ sibling, i can’t look, my eyes closed
it’s ironic how i just saw sister
agent j wit’ that k, i flash metal forget what you just saw sister
foot on that gas petal to smash metal like a guitar hit ya
when he say he gon’ hit y’all niggas he mean he gon’ hit y’all niggas
but i’m magic with that ‘matic, i’m sick b-tch, you don’t want me to get raw witcha
i’ll put be to the er for everybody pourin’ come and get y’all pitcher
(you know cause once you get a beer for everybody that’s pouring you gotta y’all pitcher)
i’ll mix that crew you in though, i can’t get their name, that mag blast ya
this a wrap, clearly, saran wrap ya
dawg, you do it for the cash b-st-rd, you let that doe win you in, that’s an innuendo, -ss backwards
me? i trash rappers, this a happy k!ll, glad bag ya
pound on ya front, hashtag him
i don’t know how ars lost to this b-tch nigga, he let a drag drag him
again, you a b-tch/nigga, that mean you half adam
i’ll shoot off half at him then pop that pussy like a luke dancer
call that .9 the “eve of destruction” when i send that second half at him
yo’ click? full of sandlers, we just laugh adam (at them)
it’s ironic if you talk shit when i’m gone’, i’ll come back, stab him
yo grandma gave me gray skull (grayskull), i let her eye have the shower
yo’ granddaddy talkin’ shit i get at him (adam) if he man (heman) enough b-tch, i have the power
you a pussy, not a battlecat
i’ll do all type of crazy shit ’til yo’ family dude
i will grab yo’ little half breed son by his b-lls with vice grips
and helicopter him around the family room
i will elbow yo’ grandma in her pussy with a macho man randy move
then i’ll take a shit on the lego blocks like, “nigga this the shit yo’ daddy do.”
i don’t give a f-ck what y’all see world (seaworld), i don’t give a d-mn what man do
since he think he got free will he (free willy) big, well (whale)
i’ll send a harpoon through shamu
but that’s over the kid head
(you know cause the whale jumped over the- f-ck it. y’all don’t like that i’ll try another one)
that’s over the kid head like a flat top
you think i’m kiddin’, play (kid ‘n play) wit’ me
yo’ calf muscle will get that chop and you’ll have to jump over yo’ legs just like them niggas to get out the room
soon as that mac pop
you type around like it’s b-ttons missin’ on yo’ laptop
i’ll run in yo’ lab, nickle his cage (nicholas cage) like a ghost writer (ghost rider) i’m just tryin’ to make the track hot
so all that bullshit you be talkin’ you need to stop that shit
i read the comic book, spawn got k!lled in detroit, i guess you forgot that shit!

[round 1: daylyt]
i said i let these guys talk, ’til they get boxed right on that sidewalk
you gon’ understand how a street b-m feelin’
you think you the hardest? cool
f-ck around and get barbecued if he come grillin’
where i’m from, we bag the bad guys, if he’s some villain
we attack, think one word, “jack” that’s when we come stealin’
pardon it, yo marvin today marvin g-ye, y’all gon’ have to see son k!llin’
i said you’ll get a big ole’ red dot, that’s a beam
long head niggas get they hooks out from an l.a. legend, that’s kareem
you still don’t get what i’m talkin’ about? well ask the team
you’ll know exactly what i’m sayin’ when you get bit, that’s a meme
f-ck around and get smoked nigga, my crew carry sigs
money here (hair) got to pay (toupee) or the tool flare his wig
we don’t give a f-ck who in ya house nigga, the crew and the kids
you’ll get hit with 60 .9’s boy (69 boyz), ‘whoop there it is’
first of all, why the f-ck you lookin’ at me like that man
you know where i’m from? if you stare like that you await heaven
f-ck around and get a funeral, a pastor, they’ll prepare you a great reverend
nigga had a tall gat, cops said it was 8’7″
i had a gun so big it got married to faith evans
now y’all gotta see this cat black, power, do you spot the panther?
i spit sick as the swine flu, this situation we was vine to and it’s not a [?]
but know it’s gon’ get crazy b-tch if y’all try to play me
you remember, a simple “don’t do dat” will stop the slander
this time y’all niggas gon’ give me props without the props or else it’s gon’ be some propaganda
watch i (eye), black round in bear sight it’s not a panda
i’ma write (right) until they remain silent, i know my miranda
but it’s you who get a hole next (necks) we spot the cancer
i lift an arm for quest’s chin (question) like i got the answer
i said, this is where you fall quest
it’s a problem when they gotta see dogs rest
i’ma rap and stand for the trap ahead but i see y’all rest, got it?
my new policy there’s a policy, i shell too whoever they feel hot as me
maul flesh, i mobb deep without the prodigy on this odyssey
before they say i am legend they gotta see dawg (dog) rest
i’m just bein’ modest b you gotta see dawg blessed
the thuggin’, they say i’m a little buggin’ for battlin’ these small pests
i should’ve said, “f-ck ’em” that’s cause ya b-tt’s strugglin’
pause, but i’m armed all night like i’m cuddlin’
ready for the armed brawl like a mother with tall br–sts
brother and i told you, i’m the total next to bubble like frog breaths
i said the cow’s snorin’ cause you wild borin’ but y’all lovin’ this hog death
should i give him the other line? if i double the call, yes
listen, i take on any mission without the small test
power, this our match
the reason i’m in front of men it’s cause i only need a small set
to maul who they call quest, this y’all best?
you haul (u-haul) yes, move
you all just will [?]
b-tch niggas wanna dance? well welcome to the luau, who’ wan’ bet?
this where the jones quit, i’m at your throat, shit
another nigga i’ma poop on next
you know the deal, discount
groupon checks, your group on must’ve heard i’m from bricks we poop on sets
who gon’ flex? when i [?] to conquest
i’m too calm quest, i do bomb threats
think barney, we left rubble, if you bubble in my department we departin’
think double apartments
i was warnin’ y’all, this nigga’s the corn of all (carnival)
that’s why he thinks life is fair
so he prep up, but i know you afraid to step up cause you keep givin’ me those frightened stares (stairs)
but ya computer bro, put you in trouble shoot (troubleshoot)
you know why i double fruits? cause i write in pairs (pares)
and you ain’t never been nice
you was one of them little kids who didn’t like to share
but me? think snoopy in the winters
my inner dog cold, i’ll sit on all fo’s, i’m like a chair
if you run and get too tired, you will (wheel) be in the trunk like a spare
he doin’ all the whoofin’ but i’m the one they likin’ here (hare)
i don’t even know why i’m battlin’ these little niggas
when my part is the flat tops, i’m the same cut that tyson wear
what you want a piece of me? f-ck around and get a slice in here (hair)
they put you in the trap for the cheese, you would think there’s some mice in here
you will get a cold box, you would think they brought ice in here
two mail boxes roll out witcha number on it, you would think they playin’ dice in here
i’m just tryin’ to give this b-tch nigga some advice in here
another d nigga wit’ a whole lotta lip, you would think obie trice in here
i’ll take a motherf-ckers life in here
every punch fire, you would think m. bison here
every win that i cop, you would think that it’s a vice in here
he thought that he was gonna get a gimmick and end up battlin’ god’s son, you would think they brought christ in here
i got everybody in the crowd like, “oooh. godd-mn he go.”
i got a rocket launcher named “eminem”
why? i only got one shot and i will not miss my chance to blow
i said that glock the muchacha, you will dance in a bag, that’s mc hammer pants
i said, d-mn he rap, this shit is a handicap, these niggas don’t stand a chance
like i said, niggas can think that i’m all antics until i prove myself
quill…to the batmobile

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