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ibattle - madflex vs. xqz lyrics

[round 1: xqz]
hey, flex (yes, sir)
you hard to hate, man
why pretend?
i respect madflex
i think of you when i think of role models
you know, if you’re white and ben affleck
i asked lexx for this match back when i was on a bad stretch
but now? i just feel gross battlin’ someone that hasn’t been on smack yet
but don’t worry
i’m not gonna rap all monotone this time
i remember our discussion, lexx
you told me how i need to slow the pacing down
make sure to take a couple breaths
change my voice throughout the bar so that the right part of the punch inflects
control the tempo
i said, “bro, you had me at ‘punchin’ flex’.”
welcome to ibattle
i know you’re used to havin’ multiple months to plan
and this isn’t some unorganized sh+tshow hosted by lush and dan
bro, this ’bout to be nothin’ like botz
i hope that you understand
there, you won a title for sonnin’ sam kolt
now you in the cvlt wit’ the son of sam
this is my yard
i’m ’bout to make light work of this tryhard
in new york, wit’ that illegal grip: george brett wit’ the pine tar
he loves to tell his opponents how extravagant his hotels and his flights are
man, he can get backslapped wherever this mark stay
now it’s a 5+star
i said, don’t get big+headed
anyone predictin’ him to win, bet it
i already turned the tables when the show’s a minute in: i’m jim everett
get your train derailed
hulk+smashed through the safety rail
say the wrong thing, catch a 30 from the jew like facebook jail!
i say, you been gassed since you came here
whole time on the same tier
but you learned to stack multis and do the right hand motions to pass simple sh+t like it’s shakespeare
it’s all an illusion, to make the fans feel like they missed somethin’ if they ain’t cheer
it’s all a smokescreen, and i’m just laughin’ at it, like cape fear
like, you told k philosophy, “i grew up on black moon”
it shook the d+mn room, so i guess i can’t hate
but what was your point? you listen to rap?
a lot of people do…it’s got a pretty big fanbase
i mean, what were you expecting? a f+ckin’ plaque and a lord jamar handshake?
like, “due to your vast knowledge of golden+era rap tapes
i now pr+nounce you no longer a guest in a black sp+ce”
i mean…i grew up on ’90s hip+hop, too
but that part just didn’t translate
you know, i was more of an onyx fan, so i’mma ‘shut ’em down’ in his ‘last days’
nah, that was wack
i was an onyx fan, so it’s nothin’ but baldheads in mad’ face!
who is this!?
i’ll crumple your whole resume and roof the sh+t
brian, you’re 40, you were born in generation x + you should be used to this
but don’t worry about how long i’ve been doin’ this, or if the style’s a little old+fashioned
these b+tches still don’t know how to get rid of me like closed captions
let’s go
[round 1: madflex]
long ago…there was a thread that said, “who you wanna see on ibattle the most?”
no more…no less…that was the post
and there were three names on top when they tallied the votes
at #3, it was ave
at #2, mackk myron
#1…ibattle, i am glad to be home
let’s f+ckin’ talk
xqz…your name is the sound that happens when you sneeze
you hit the sh+tter and you gather up a restroom tee
uh+oh!
the whole audience love me
you robotically punchy like a neptunes beat
uh+oh!
i’m normally expensive, steve!
lexx was like, “we gon’ get you on that first+class flight”
i said, “f+ck that. for you, lexx? jetblue seat. i’m generous.”
i’ll save the big dance for steven and his left two feet
don’t step to me…
’cause like the truth and your price, i’m gonna set you free
let’s clear this up right now
pipe the f+ck down
you will not compare my belt to your absolutely nothing
john cena: you had a title that came with a twist
you shoulda known that you’d be leavin’ wit’ a attitude adjustment!
why the f+ck i need a whole round to tone down!?
’cause steven need a safe sp+ce to battle me wit’ batteries that busted
out here lookin’ like every single person that works at trader joe’s
but i’m bananas off the cuff, and this is casual
i heard you say you “swingin’ from the jump like the draft combine”
no, you slap stick + now we really havin’ a discussion
f+ck a battle wit’ you
what is that gonna prove?
it’s just a catch+22
who are you + andrew mccutcheon?
and you ain’t battlin’ mook, but i’m still handin’ this dude murder (murda) talkin’ over the top until a+ smack interrupts it!
f+ck you!
naw, i’m just playin’
this the no coast champ?
feelin’ like a poser wit’ this warrior like it’s yoga class
i heard he ten toes down without a slow+mo’ cam’
felt like last week he tried to get on caffeine
but they already knew that he was full of it like nodoz tabs
steven, you won’t test me, you no gretzky
you are low+low+lo+ like the lowest+of+the+low pescis
even if i go lefty, i’ll punch ’til x beside himself
bop+bop! dos equis!
i am fire!
steven, you won’t raise no derringers
you look like you are a created character
in a game called “i’m making a great america”
i know you are tired of waiting
and it’s been years
you have got inspiring patience
they don’t sleep on you, you put them in hibernation
but you give me sarcasm and some violent statements
without any real command over your style and cadence
all we see is x wit’ no lane open: that’s driver’s training
we happy, x?
you can’t beat flex
and i’m just throwin’ this out there
no, steve, you get the jazzy jeff
and you get two more rounds ’cause they produce cash money like, “mmmm…man, he (mannie) fresh!”
that’s how you treat ’em when they don’t have respect
go ‘head
[round 2: xqz]
yo, at first i kinda thought i would love this
but…the more i’m around you, i get disgusted
it’s like seein’ how i’d turn out in 10 years if i didn’t destroy my brain doin’ fun sh+t
you used to battle at botz dead sober
it’s no wonder you were the zae champ
they’re all off doin’ shrooms and acid while you just practice all enthusiastic in the way back
go up, rap your heart out
they’re all amazed like…”did that talking llama just say that?”
man, you waited ’til the crowd was f+cked up and then took advantage of ’em
man, they got date+rapped
it’s really no wonder that little championship belt was like your prized possession
you flew to manchester with that thing
spent all 60 dollars premier paid you on the extra bag fee
i mean, what if they questioned you at security?
they coulda detained you ’til you can’t leave
they could’ve made you take a polygraph…think how humiliating that’d be

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