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grind time now - madness vs. soul khan lyrics

[round 1: madness]
man, grizzlemania’s big this year
and if it isn’t crystal-clear
sh-t, with this stomach and the size of your f-cking ego
i’m surprised anyone else fits in here!
ayo, when i think soul khan
i think, “hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!”
yeah, you fresh, but that’s because you’re on my nuts like gold bond
yo, every new battle, i hear a little more madness in your flow structure
you moved east to complete your dream of being janine from ghostbusters
listen, c-cksucker
i ain’t from whatever rock you found deacon frost under
i will carve my favorite movie quotes into your flesh with an orange boxcutter
and stuff your f-cking corpse through the video return at blockbuster!
why do you talk g-y?
like you’re auditioning for a small play…on broadway!
mad as sh-t at me and crit, ’cause he always had to stock our singles on his off-day- and people bought it!
b-tch, i’m like a gourmet entrée served with a side of sorbet
and you’re a brown bag sack lunch that a good-for-nothing wh0r- made!
so, go ahead and pull out your magic manila file with all seventeen of my court dates
it come with a picture of my jewish lawyer who’d f-cking p-ss in your cornflakes!
f-ck ’em, i eat four-course plates of dinner in poor taste
so the reason i’m this size is ’cause i’m on a bigger scale and my name holds more weight!

[round 1: soul khan]
yo, i ain’t gon’ lie
that’s a nice suit, cousin
i’m just surprised that they could make that sh-t in size 200!
and, yeah, we had your single in your store
don’t mean n0body buyin’ ’em
you sold, like, ten copies, f-ggot: critical bought five of them
they said, “watch out! madness got that home-field advantage, man!”
i thought, “wait a second, we’re battling in candy land?”
if i called you mexican, then i’d be a bold liar
it’s just every car you step inside becomes a low-rider
it’s time to pay the piper for yo’ c-cky behavior
you were a stocky teenager, now you’re pops from speed racer
he spent his teen summer days gettin’ reamed 20 ways
now that mustache is the thin line between love and aids
yo, beatin’ highcollide don’t make you less of a loser
you got the abs of schwarzenegger…when he was pregnant in junior!
hold on, hold on!
hold on! hold on!
yo, and against collide, you had the nerve to call him a crab and a bad sport
against sahtyre, you cried, “give me the battles i asked for!”
and i said, “yeah, these grind time dudes are wildin’, madness!”
but all i could think was, “d-mn! what a stupid, whiny f-ggot!”
you just jealous ’cause i can turn cr-p into diamonds
while you clash with the t-tans, but can’t get the same exposure as the battles that i’m in!
you battled illmac, the saurus, just to prove who’s better
now i’m more famous than all of you put together!
and that’s real!
see- hold on! hold on!
see, grind time owes you nothin’ but uppin’ all of your vids
so, get the f-ck over yourself, tony!
the rest of us already did!

[round 2: madness]
i said some real sh-t in my match with saht
you should’ve picked another route
plus, your life must suck when i get paid twice as much for a battle i ain’t give a f-ck about!
check it out
yo, um
f-ckin’ sh-t!
i will f-cking punch this b-tch
listen up! yo-
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
ayo, f-ck soul khan!
he better f-cking hold on
b-tch, you couldn’t transform like voltron
listen, i will f-cking elbow his face and put him on the floor in his place
this is f-cking florida
i will punch you so hard, it’ll sound like miami florida b-ss!
listen, yo, f-ck this c-cksucker!
he don’t even wanna hear it with this
i will f-cking stab you with a heroin syringe in your arm until you fall on the floor and don’t even exist
we take a minute for this?
b-tch, i will switch and flip this little b-tch!
you don’t know what’s happening? you better learn the business, kid!
yeah, and look, i love how you play the jew card too hard, knowing that you grew up an ordinary white child
i only wore that mask in our plug to prove that, behind your face, you can always find my style!
ayo- mic, cut it

[round 2: soul khan]
yo, it’s funny that’s it’s labor day in the home of vicious gators
’cause you’re about a day away from going into labor
you’ve been posin’ out in oakland, but the closest to a raider
that you’ve ever been is emptyin’ your own a-fridgerator
soul’s an innovator, you just copyin’ his lessons
it’s like your dinner is played by nicolas cage; it’s gone in 60 seconds
now, every-hold on!
every time lush pays one of those terrible black street rappers, you spill a few tears
but if the proof is in the pudding, he’s the realest dude here
hold on, hold on!
so, call me egotistical
i give this b-tch permission to
you have two male roommates, and you sleep on a couch in your f-cking living room!
cool lifestyle!
so, here it goes
yeah, it’s cool- anyway-
he thinks his name is huge ’cause he the size of the death star
i think you just confused your stripes with your stretch marks!
he moved from fl to ny, where iron ripped and impaled him
now san jose? b-tch, you’re runnin’ out of cities to fail in!
i’m makin’ moves- okay
i’m takin’ meetings while you can’t even make it through the lobby
rap’s about to be my income; it’s gonna stay your hobby (d-mn!)
and if i’m that swole- thank you!
if i’m that swole-headed diva that some people say
but, i work at fat beats for the love of it and zero pay!
and while that store i loved is going under tonight
i did there more in one day for hip-hop than you’ve done in yo’ life!

[round 3: madness]
check it out
ayo, who the f-ck am i!?
“conceited, please battle me!
dumbfoundead, shut the f-ck up!”
ayo, your boy “being an arrogant f-ggot” called; he said, “what’s up?”
check it out, uh- oh, sh-t!
listen, i’m impressed that you always dress like you have the same stylist as hall and oates
even though when you played augie in role models, you donned the cloak
i bet your mama’s water broke premature when it got poked by your obnoxious nose!
and the only time you committed a crime is when you and joe pesci tried to break into macaulay culkin’s home!
aye, he yells in my face, but he gets shook when he’s, like, a few blocks from home
let’s re-enact the juice fight, and meet me on the rooftop alone
if you’re thinking that you’re so tough, jewpac shalom!
aye, if you really want to impress the street cats, why don’t you try fightin’?
but you’re number 2 jew, ’cause your name will always be behind iron like mike tyson!
yo, wait- i know this guy!
biff used to knock on your dome like, “anybody home, mcfly!?” in back to the future!
see, battling’s cool, but it’s wack when f-ggots like you are jacking my humor!
it’s sad, but it’s true
you racked up half of your views hangin’ on my sack like a tumor!
that’s a fact!
you watched me rap until it crashed your computer
so, i’m basically responsible for all your hits like a platinum producer!
after we’re through, i’ll have this hebrew rocking a number tattoo
this ain’t the red bull compet-tion…oh, wait, you f-cking sucked in that, too!
i’m humble, so against an egomaniac like khan, i’m never losin’
talk albums, i got better music
and when it comes to bein’ the king of this battle sh-t, let’s just say i’m better suited!

[round 3: soul khan]
yo, i bet that hairstyle of yours is the hottest look in jersey
and i’d have thought you lost some weight from how hard you’re pushin’ 30
you’re over the hill compared to half of yo’ peers
but at least you’re pretty young, in manatee years
i can tell this chubby b-tch ain’t considered his legacy
the only thing on your bucket list is original recipe!
you see, let’s get some reality on this sh-t
see, i choked against a dude like porich, even though i f-cking shouldn’t
you choked against dirt, dirt cut it from the footage
i took my mistakes like a man, and sweated it out
you were just lucky enough to have a homie edit yours out!
you were on a song with sean price
that’s the difference that some paper makes
but by the end of 2010, sean’ll be my labelmate!
all your features are cost bread; that don’t mean that you still ill
he got a verse from sabac red- that was 600 dollars by the way!
that doesn’t mean that you ill bill!
this is some nonfiction
you equipped with the wrong pistons
i bet you wish you had my nose to smell chicken from long-distance!
see, we measured on different scales; yours for whales, mine’s richter
see, i’m an offensive lineman; you just look like mike ditka!
no one told him he’d suffer from the way he’s been eating
now the rolls in your stomach look like stadium seating
you had your hopes high, like there was a steak taped to the ceiling
but, b-tch, i’m soul khan, the motherf-cking greatest that’s breathing!

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