battle rap america - yung ill vs t-rex lyrics
[round 1: yung iii]
they say iii just as nice as holla and verb
but he don’t get the prime props he probably deserve
and that’s highly absurd
boy that wouldn’t make sense/cents if i had a dollar
for every time somebody holla’d those words
word, that’s why i’m upset, boy this battle gon’ be an upset
before you flew to the lou’ i briefed my crew like don’t touch rex
but they said, “f-ck that he getting pile driven
body slammed and gut checked cause we buck tecs”
so you don’t gotta be in a precinct to get your mug-shot for acting suspect
boy what next? you gon’ get snuffed rex and ruff necked
for claiming to be a tough vet
you? a rookie b-tch
mook write for you, you write for shine
y’all be on that rookie shit
boy i will show your rap crew what this mac do
i’ll let a shot sneeze at you (atchoo)
and them pussies cause sick is something that you not
but i flew/flu shots since y’all was playing iii on some hookie shit
but keep quiet, riot? rex, don’t you think that’s kind dumb (condom) to get on some pussy shit?
dear rex, (durex) my lifestyles raw dog, one magnum will put a d-ck head in a hole
now what’s coming/c-ming out of them pussy lips?
but see i did a background check
you known for getting your background checked
be upfront and don’t front
you ain’t checked a n-gg- in my background yet
when the pressure’s on is he gon’ back down? yes
i will close fist back hand your biggest rap fan
but i ain’t selfish n-gg-, you gon’ get smacked round next
you hear that click clack, get used to that sound rex
i’m like a procrastinating pimp ever since i picked up this pistol
i ain’t put my mac down yet
but besides them over the head bars i just told this n-gg-
here go some real n-gg- bars that should expose this n-gg-
you see i usually cross my t’s, make sure i dotted my eyes
but in this case all i gotta do is cross t cause head ice already dotted his eyes
see i was thinking “how can i bring the b-tch -ss n-gg- out of rex in the best way?”
then i saw you versus conceited
you explained the head ice altercation, but that was just g-y
cause i logged on to www.youtube.com
pulled up a rex blog and pressed play
when i was battling dna, head ice was knocking you out
and you was on youtube shouting him out the next day
so look… i ain’t buying none of that gangsta shit he sell y’all
ice threw a drink on you and told you pop off, he yelled “naw”
that was right in front of dot mob or should i say twat mob
the clique full of female frauds
and i ain’t saying you a b-tch, but you be acting like a female, dawg
math hoffa pistol whipped your partner, but your gang get goons involved
how? when y’all laugh, joke and smile
and math be in the same f-cking room as y’all
see that’s the difference between me and those thugs
i gotta childhood friend named odell that was murdered in cold blood
my n-gg- lil rez got hit in the head with a chopper
i cried tears at the wake like why they had to knock him
my point, let either one of they k!llers be in the room i’m giving something proper
for thinking it’s all gucci i’m letting that thing flocka
but them bars might offend you, see you the type to snitch
still get locked behind bars and let ’em pimp you
be a flunky for your bunky, iron drawls in a tank top resembled bra
that’s what you into
you a pussy, period, a broad on her menstrual
a right fist to jaw is how i send you
should i chill? probably, nah the shotty soft
it buck shots, ricocheted off walls hit body parts
knock a limb loose, invest in a bodyguard for your bodyguard
cause your bodyguard cannot defend you
n-gg- look into my eyes, see the pain that i been through
my uncle got murdered now murder is what i send you
for bill money, lay ’em down flat when that rent due
that lead clap, get yo head wrapped like a hindu
word to allah, turn muslim when shots from that thing fly
i’m on the corner on the last call i blast off and turn your brains into bean pie
so you can rap and play mad, boy i’ma let that black k blast
and put your soul right next to the stars like a backstage p-ss
boy you couldn’t stand the heat but put your feet on the kitchen floor
now i’m shitting on you ezel outside the liquor store from the front porch to the kitchen door
f-ck rap we can scr-p, but i got them superhero powers, listen boy
i got a superman, spiderman, batman back hand
and it’s worse than getting hit by thor
you gon’ need 100 gats, the power rangers, the thunder cats
that tomb raider b-tch and more
when i get the clicking more til my wrist is sore
you hit the floor with every ligament tore
you ain’t ever seen no shit like this before
boy you been battle rapping since february of 1992
what the f-ck are you still spitting for?
mook probably tell you to stay retired
your raps gone you should listen more
cause now you reminding us of hat zone
trying to snap back to a new era that you not fitted for
but let me guess, you not a rapper, you a trapper
well somebody better help your boy
break rule number one
and keep the work in your house like you self-employed
boy, is dope at your crib?
it’s c-ke that you slanging
boom, i’m through the front door aiming the wesson
i know you got stripes like a referee, but this pistol ain’t a whistle
i get the banging, you flexing
i tell em take me to his stash his c-ke, his cash
f-ck what gang that you repping
i hit the baseline and take the rock out like a change of possessions
but i’ma do me in my 2 3, hit some pointers boss
you ain’t used to the full court trap or d
that’s why you been getting pressed since the coin got tossed
you rap bar after bar after bar after bar
i’m like what’s your point? i’m lost
you should get an 8 second violation for taking too long to get your point across
that old iii, n-gg-s asked for that old iii, well it’s him again
renegade, eminem, 45th in a tinted benz
got more clips for him and him
so you could put a price on my head, that’s cool, then again
you only paying b-tter to get your mans toasted, send ‘ern in (cinnamon)
think that breakfast a joke? well all you funny guys f-cked
so you better scramble before i yolk the mac until your egg sh-ll cracked
or get to bacon/baking at your ribs and turn sunny side up
the reason why the street n-gg-s feeling every line
that’s cause i’m 1300 military time, you get it?
that’s the one hoe, why let a gun blow?
when i could play a center with a hawk like mutumbo
i would pan fry noodle this- nah, let’s make gumbo
a couple cl-ssics up under my belt, just had one more
i’m at yo baby mama front door, knock knock
(“who is it?”)
“rex, dot mob.”
(“come in”)
dumb hoe
i walk up on her like i know he got a daughter but rex don’t give two donkey d-cks or a goat’s -ss about that dumb hoe
where your son go?
she say, “go down past the restroom and one door”
i say, “b-tch you can walk fast or run slow.”
i walk up on the lil n-gg-, he say, “i know i ain’t supposed to talk to strangers, but i ain’t dumb though
my daddy said you wouldn’t blast.”
i said, “little n-gg- you got me g-ssed. what do you think this pump’s for?”
mossberg, chic chic dump four, before sunset your son dies
and your family gon’ be mourning/morning
when they see the soul of your son/sun rise
rex gon’ say something about iii being g-y
a lie that we all know was f-cking wrong, chill
but i’ma tell the truth about two b-tches i f-cked from new york that you got crushes on
you be sending perverted text messages, pause
unsolicited d-ck pics to they f-cking phone
i promised i wouldn’t say they names, but get your phones ready
her number is 718-265- pause i’ma leave that the f-ck alone
but you got money for this battle didn’t you?
yeah so let’s make a bet, make a threat
say you gon’ get the chrome and handle me?
that’s what i thought i bang shots your sister, mother, brother, dang pops in the same box like a homeless family
boy you in the lou’, so i can show you how to get work in the slum
cause my hustle game sicker than eazy-e on the 1st of the month
i tell ’em that my thugz in harmony
he acting like he still needing the proof
well he gon’ wish these sh-lls ain’t hit his flesh
when i go krazy and throw 3 from the coupe
but i’m lazy so i’m thinking why raise up chrome?
when these can break up bones like bizzy leaving the group
in this battle i don’t wanna hear nothing ’bout how you bang gats
cause you ain’t click clack bang back when you got yo chain snatched
i heard the n-gg- that robbed you got a jesus piece too
but he thought that he was too lame
and softer than a tity boy now he got 2 chainz
but you can say all them rhymes about how you got tecs and bangers
but you flew to the lou’ and met this world series flow
now you going home with an l like the texas rangers
fly fam… bang
[round 1: t-rex]
grown man bars is something iii gon’ have to deal with
cause no matter all them fabricated b-m -ss lines he said it ain’t gon’ equal up to this real shit
that gangsta shit he shouldn’t try here
cause i’m keeping it real… a n-gg- could die here
we brung them 9’s here, you know them hammers is on deck
when them plane tickets was paid for and we ain’t fly here
so don’t act like them 9’s won’t pow pack
and i’ll leave them b-tches on the crime scene and i’ll fly back
iii ain’t on my level this just a money move
and from the outside looking in you can tell hitman don’t f-ck with you
and verb cause y’all some funny dudes
cause every battle that y’all had in new york city hitman was right there backing you hoes up
and at the biggest battle of his career against arsonal
you f-ggots don’t show up
and that’s supposed to be his f-cking dude
yeah well that proves he funny dude, well i ain’t with the laughing
let this n-gg- make a funny move
and i’m shooting more times than kobe do when he don’t wanna lose
yo iii best line wasn’t a punchline, it was “who is this n-gg-?”
honestly you don’t know what i’ll do to this n-gg-
put em in a pine box have the fly fam viewing this n-gg-
they call him pat
cause they don’t know the shit that you in (ewing) my n-gg-
so don’t aye verb around and get k!lled
i get a w on ill, i beat n-gg-s at will
this n-gg- is a f-cking fraud, biggest thing in his career being a under card
shit i’m tucking large, got a lot of heaters in the trunk of cars
it’s construction, that hammer on belt is just my f-cking job
these battles done changed they made it personal
iii wanna get personal, say it in person now
hit his block, murk around, what comes around goes around
every time i come around i’m letting go a round
he ain’t never had a fight in his life calicoe
unless it was domestic so that’s g-y violence
and iii ain’t got no pride in his lyrics cause he g-y priding
beat this h-m- n-gg- to death, i hate crime him
you’ll think i’m trying to spell “knife” the way that k silent
as a kid iii grew up dancing making his body twerk
wearing his moms lipstick wearing her bath and body works
me, i was raised by the gangsta’s i let the shotty squirt
before we prayed to god we looked up to john gotti first
in his blog he said don’t call him a “b-tch or a b-tch -ss n-gg-” you sound like a b-tch you b-tch -ss n-gg-!
you a f-g, you’s a f-g wear a bag and a switch -ss n-gg-
go to jail and probably suck a n-gg- d-ck -ss n-gg-
i’m a hungry pitbull on a leash, i’m bout to chew off
thang on my waist i’m ready to let a few off
ambulance will carry marlon away with his shoe off
i make rain there (reindeer)
when i’m trying to knock your roof off (rudolph)
i couldn’t fly to st. louis cause i ain’t wanna leave my vest and my 3 gats
but they respect me in the lou, i’m like julay and d. mack
i’ll get my hands together, get your team clapped
i smoke so many n-gg-s i gotta wear a nicotine patch
i’m about it for real, no talking
when hitman called me and told me it was you i skipped to the lou; (?)
have him wearing r.i.p. shirts with his face on it
now his body in the same church ma$e talking
iii talk that monkey business the apes on him
got ’em jumping over the cars like blake dodger
shooting like i’m the point guard from wake forest
before i give ’em the bullet i tell em to wait for it
then shoot at this n-gg- cause that fifth is the best i ever had, drake chorus
i’m on it, i ain’t with the acting like i’m trying to steal a beer
how that 40 in my jacket, i’m the truth
when i shoot i ain’t talking bout a basket
when i shoot, f-ck a hoop, you’ll lay up in a casket
i pull up real smooth, i’m like, “what happened?
whatever you got to say, say it to the ratchet
i ain’t with the flashing, if i pull it i’ma clap it
i’ma have bullets in his tissues like boogers in a napkin
i’m a gangsta, the wrong n-gg- to go after
hollow tips is like wind i let ’em blow at him
whether he survive or die, ehhhh it don’t matter
he can’t shoot a mc when his hammer is broke like that old rapper
i’ll go gatter, send my goons to go catch ’em
have his blood all on the crys bottle, gold rapper
i’m no rapper, get your jaw and your nose fractured
for playing a bold rapper i’ll go toe tag ya
see this is what i’m motherf-cking talking ’bout
a n-gg- that get too much liquor in they system and they wanna brawl it out
whatever iii got in that cup he better put it down or pour it out
‘for the coroners have to come pick him up and sort him out
so please don’t try to get fake wild
dot mob ain’t into talking we let that fif say “bow!”
whatever he got in his mind he get that shit sprayed out
he gon’ need tubes to breathe, fish tank style
so st. louis don’t cheat me and say y’all man won
cause that’s exactly what the judge gon’ give me, man one
murder in the first degree with a handgun
y’all just now saw me in the middle of the crowd taking pictures with n-gg-s in the lou’
in new york he act nervous i power bomb you on your neck until your back broken
f-ck who you on the phone with
when that mac squirting i’ll have everybody he called drop; bad service
owww! i’ll give him a sh-ll in his face
i’ll give him a shot that he never could drink
i’ll put him in a box and send him away
the reason i keep saying “i’ll” i’m saying his name
this n-gg- soft he got a gelatin frame
i’ll shoot everybody i can find with his relatives name
big fifth extend clip i’ll put your mans in a box with a mailing address, i get your friend-shipped
i got the same guns as tip, but they ain’t find mine
iii cross these guidelines all he hearing his “blow! blow!”
i’m from the hood where n-gg-s stab you in your front
one of your best friends go and stash you in the trunk
you could play like it won’t happen if you want
and be one of them n-gg-s found slain with the maggots in your guts
chump, when the beef is on i’m outside barefooted with the tommy no time to put my sneakers on
i seen the toughest n-gg-s go and make precinct calls
my team you don’t know what’s behind us like when a preacher walks
for that money we’ll tear up n-gg-s iii will die on his toes, he a stand up n-gg-
drama i’m riding, they right there with me
silencer on the front, you never hear that spitting
please don’t say our name out there
we’ll bring out them 2 k’s to show you it ain’t a game out here
with that tec i got aim out hurr i don’t care if there’s a combination on you, you ain’t safe our hurr
you think you superthug well i’ll knock the s off you
one in his head and thank you to whoever brought the vest for you
it’s no respect for you, i treat you like raw c-ke
before i knock you off the boat, i’ll step on you
my k!llers hungry we ain’t never had a thousand cash
for 5 of those they’ll body iii without a mask
go to his car, spark him out his gl-ss
when they find him he look like a crash dummy but without the bag
iii could rap but why he gotta be thug with it?
tell him to watch your mouth or wash your mouth i’ll put blood in it
you love gimmicks you always fooling n-gg-s
i’m the camera man, i’m always shooting n-gg-s
flawless with the taurus, k told me i’m a ruger n-gg-
ar with the scope, i’m a off the roof the n-gg-
i bring it to the n-gg- this is what you oughta go look at the microwave
and go see the face of your daughter to save the case for the porters
money can’t get her back unless that cat got 9 lives
and if so, she’ll be back
iii rap! i live what i’m writing
i done escaped 4 raids and 3 indictments, i’m exciting
did y’all see me at the conceited battle
when i said them 12 x 12 skinny’s keep f-cking up my hands
but my work is great
so imagine how i feel trying to open up them 38 x 38’s?
he want protection now, chopper knock his section down
grab him by his neck and ahhh you lucky it ain’t a 2nd round
that n-gg- dead!
that n-gg- dead!
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