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don't flop - rone vs. youthoracle lyrics

[round 1: rone]
yo i’ll be real, this battle had me up for a few nights, fam’
what you gotta make me fun of me for, how f-ckin’ cool i am?
i mean i put the fire to a blizzard, so this flamer is a bad look
but it doesn’t even strike me that i could get a better matchbook
but i can’t take it out on them that he doesn’t deserve play
sh-t, if i under-prepare well that would be spitting on eurgh’s face, but ah…
you famously said “i should be clashing rone”, you better off fl1cking matches into acetone
even though he’s bald, i’ll get this cat a comb (catacomb)
i’m a godd-mn mad dog, that’s a palindrome
but you only front-man like axl rose
so i’ll destroy youth like a catholic pope
but if you think you will win, like a saxophone
then you’re thicker than the eyebrows on ashley cole
no… oracle, oracle has been talking so i had him on my watch list
like, i’m the one that made you battle; i’ll be the one that makes you stop this
like, if you shoulda seen this comin’ from the name that you got, then
i have to do to oracle the same i did to prophit (prophet)
that means slaughter him, no barterin’, he’s short for martyrdom carve barbs in his carc-ss just to further dishonor him
you got two rap names, youthoracle and vandal
those just go together like socks and sandals
but my script is ridiculous, the english that i channel
each verse a symphony that samples pluck from handle
each volatile like a p-ssed off crocodile
i’ll f-ckin’ beat youth like a red-headed foster child
i stick his chick in doggy style ’til she can’t even walk around sonny
i’ll send it through her -ss like a f-ckin’ pocket dial
{chokes}
so ah… you call yourself vandal in the hood ’cause you think crime appeals to black folks
but then the uplifting oracle ’cause you think whites would think that that’s dope?
but he says “but i’m not white.”, i said “what are you?” he said “lonely.”
you have asian, i guess that’s the half that’s asian (aging) so slowly
so f-ckin’, if you win by a slender margin, it’s because you’re a tiny man
there’s nothing magical about you, but somehow you’re sleight of hand
you’re like the dude from rob & big but only you’re not as big or
it’s like you’re at chemotherapy only you’re not as sick
and unless you’re positive bro if i want your chick
i’ll give her the donkey d-ck just like i was robin thicke
another, another dweeb whose rhymes are forced and whose angle are a bore
that i find myself bored with angles about bad angles anymore
so check
i don’t really give a f-ck about you
could’ve seen me in a battle, could’ve seen me in a booth
i’ll destroy you and your girl scout troop
you can never beat me this the mothaf-ckin’ proof
that’s time, baby, that’s time

[round 2: rone]
-mocking youthoracle’s accent-
so normally, you rap abominably
monotonously, and you can’t beat me topically
i could st-tch his side and break him down comically
then split those st-tches just by stabbing him abdominally
that makes you unwatchable
you took those “les” to toronto, we’re embarr-ssed (we’re in paris)
no wonder why you can’t get laid in toronto
so, f-ckin’ anyone who’s heard you speak thinks that you should be silent
you’re like a different species, a different cl-ss, a different phylum
you’re like a little gremlin, elf, from your vibes to your rhyme
you were found by eurgh hiding in an island in iceland
you are so minuscule that i cannot belittle you
you talk to steph, you stand on boxes for the interviews
like you got half legs and had eight ribs removed
if we were fighting, youth, i think i could take like six of you
you make liberace look straighter than mittens romney
you’re bold but your little body makes you look like a mini shotty
but rone’s your daddy and we’re at home so we’ll show your little family
that you’re moist, as in soaked f-nny on little dakota fanning
and believe it or not, youth, i sleep with the glock
so any tough gun sh-t, you better leave it in knots
otherwise i’ll lump his head up, yeah i’ll leave it in knots
i’ll run his pockets, take his wallet, yeah i’ll leave with his knots
f-ckin’, you’re always trolling for facebook comments
f-ckin’, or you f-ckin’ act like you type violent but
let’s just screw that line, alright? let’s just leave that one
let’s just hope i keep the jokes about his head size
his skulls so skinny i don’t know how i fit size
you where a skully, sh-t will droop around his neckline
sh-t, he wears a nnap back and wraps around his head twice
so b-tch i don’t even know you f-ckin’, yo
that sh-t is so lumpy where the front and the back meet
that sh-t is shaped like a miley cyrus -ss cheek
b-tch, i ain’t even know what you rap for
you’re 5’5” and some baby spice f-ckin’ platforms
yo, f-ckin’… you always f-ckin’…
you saw grime and you tried surfing that wave
but that sh-t is supposed to bounce, you don’t work it that way
i don’t care if you’re with the beat and you’re perfect on pace
it was six dudes with their head down and a circle on stage
you got single syllable rhymes, but then get crazy in your hype
that means you got energy when you spit, but you’re lazy when you write
you’re always painting yourself as me, but your logic must be lackin’
you’re always like “i’m humble, i’m humble, i’m humble”, dawg, that’s bragging
so you can’t be stepping to me, i don’t respect your esteem
i’m the best on your league as soon as i step on the scene
the last person i beat got tony d off the map
so the next person that calls me out better call me the champ

[round 3: rone]
yo, you love the lines that i write
lookin’ all smiley and hype
giggling through my verses, f-ckin’ havin’ the time of your life
go get your game face on, you lookin’ dumb right now
always callin’ “time” at the end of your un-timed rounds
f-ckin’… yo, there’s a difference between youth and i
i could get youth euthanized, americanised -ss-whoopin’, and if i do it right it’s supersized
these rounds, jay-z, that’s three blueprints on how you could die
have your fam’ wearing j.t., that means they in a suit n’ tie
you said “god f-ck america”, but secretly you’re lovin’ it
you know all about our pop culture, all about our government, we’re always on your mind, on the tongues of your reporters
we got 2 chainz on your radio
we got food chains on every street corner
we got military bases here, dawg, it’s stupid as f-ck
imagine america lettin’ another nation do that to us
so you wanna talk sh-t, so you wanna talk sh-t on my country, well there’s plenty to talk about
but i’m pretty sure the macho angle is really not the route
so i’ma party on your -ss like it’s july 4th
but if this p-ssy never party, what you lie for?
so you don’t pop molly, you just watch p-rn
you get smoked this is crack versus rob ford
i’m built like an el camino, you’re built like a ballerina
i’ll rob you like ali baba, you suffer from alopecia
i got some rhymes to seize ya right outta your calm demeanor
talk sh-t, i saw this lip i’m makin’ a margarita
so you call yourself youthoracle and you rage against the machine like it’s your occupation
but after you named yourself after a 80 billion dollar corporation?
like youthoracle? you just sound like a b-tch
you ’bout that life? tell me my fortune, you little f-ckin’ witch!
f-ckin’, like you think you’re some f-ckin’ clairvoyant druid who’s getting reached by god
if you believe that sh-t, you can f-ckin’ read my palm
always goin’ on about the faults of a system that you find flawed like your favorite movie is v for v-g-n- monologue
yo, so you chase conspiracies because of your own self-worth
but if you see it, i could really help you out with this sh-t
by thinking that there’s a system that’s outta your control, that’s how you cope with your own powerlessness
some f-ckin’, the insider with all the knowledge is all the he ever wants to be
well you’re not some f-ckin’, f-ckin’ druid who’s f-ckin’, or you’re not f-ckin’ wise goat that’s trapped in a flock of sheep
you’re not some oracle who f-ckin’ travels through f-ckin’ portals
you’re f-ckin’ regular, expendable, benign, and normal
you’re always talkin’ revolution but you never do sh-t outside of regurgitating uncited facts about an inst-tution
it’s stupid
and how i see it, it’s convoluted that you got not definition in your high resolutions
so one, yo… so f-ckin’ one peep from this pup, i’ll grab the back of his neck
f-ckin’ take his pelt as a prize and take it back to the west
see, i’m why they planned the event i just snacked on his flesh
so you can f-cking stop the surge eur’, cause the standard’s been set
let’s go baby

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