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urltv - yung ill vs calicoe lyrics

[round 1: yung ill]
he talk a lot of bullsh-t, i’m just sitting back listenin’
but that’s about it, just sitting back listening
iii, the kid is in, could build a bridge of wins from maryland to michigan
america to switzerland from battling conditioning
smack his gang is amped
they reigning champ ain’t been through the training camps
til i came and conditioned ’em
beat him battered and blindfolded backwards without listenin’
a hazard with the havoc an embarr-ssment i’m giving him
i toss him in the lake and let him travel with the fisherman
what y’all stressing? 187 ya section
til the coroner ain’t got enough caskets to fit you in
i got a busy schedule, smack called, i had to fit you in
if street status can’t get you in i hook you, bate you, reel you in
season, sauté you, fry you, cook you, bake you, grill you
man i fell out of love with this battle sh-t, i’m head over heels again
box a hater, what? you a soccer player? let’s kick it then
i staple, sew and st-tch ya chin if you slip and kick my shin
the visual pitiful, change the frame and switch the lens
you soft as halle barry, nah tyler perry, madia, this b-tch pretend
i go psycho, crazy, my clips extend
nicknamed my rifle mercedes, it could lift a benz
you ain’t a shark cause when it’s sharks on this side of the pool he don’t dip and swim
he go with the starfish and the dolphins on a different end and clip his fin
conflict mediator, mediate before the conflict begin
when it’s conflict i can’t afford it, that’s why my convicts be pitching in
ups when them triggers bend, you ain’t at home but you ordered war
so i’ma leave that sticker on ya door like “sorry we missed you, the shipments in”
i’m on my sh-t again, no diaper rash
just pipes and mags for n-ggas that like to flash they ice and cash
or play ‘pac til we suge knight they -ss
your worst nightmare, think about it, i’m twice as bad
i broad day street sweep snipe ya ave
from that same caprice that the dc snipers had
i hate them down low brothers, you like them f-gs
birds of a feather flock together, you just like them f-gs
he got a dump truck sc-m b-tch, his wife is trash
and he chose to wife her -ss, that’s down hyphen bad
i play the football quarterback she get down, hike, i p-ss
send her to the end zone hiking fast
she tucks around with condoms and souvenirs in her hiking bag
she said “ill you a dog with yo trifling -ss”
so ya girlfriend feelin’ me, head of the household s
he like that uncle phil in me i snap my fingers, do the carlton
and she come live with the fresh prince like hilary
wonder where them k!llers be, riding with me
see the dezi chrome like a phone cause the barrel so long i gotta flip that b-tch up like a sidekick 3
got a t-mobile chat, this what i call it when i walk to you
and put you in my favorite 5
but you don’t get charged when i let them sh-lls talk to you

[round 1: calicoe]
i’m a real n-gga so i live like bosses do
a real goon, if it’s beef then i’m stalkin’ you
where ya boss aye verb at?
i don’t even wanna talk to you
b-tch n-ggas swearing they iii cause they caught the flu
so listen n-gga, when i’m sparkin’ with that larkin
iii gon need a lot of nyquil to get rid of this kind of coughing (coffin)
cause i already did my research on you, i heard ya fake, heard ya tape
if you call that spitting what the f-ck do i do? regurgitate?
aye this battle ain’t happen in detroit because they checked that murder rate
the murder mitten, when i get down you have a nervous break
word to proof, please forgive me if i have to let the semi’s spray
but i’m thinkin’ back, he told me to dispose rats anyway
so if i get caught in that trap in anyway i’ma turn into orkin in this maf-cka
bow! he can’t breathe, look like he snorkeling in this mahf-cka
they be like why cal just rap like he just smacked the sh-t out you
that’s when i reply, “n-gga cause i’ll smack the sh-t out you” you disrespect me?
it’s gon be 100 n-ggas on ya head, that boy better turn into jet li
the thing is you only good of the liquid like a jetski
dumb -ss n-gga, his protection probably a pencil when he test me
but me? i got a glock .9 that’s eager to pop spines
they try to save you, yeah the doc’s trying
i got him in the family room with ya mom and pops crying
i dare a n-gga try to stop mine, it’s gon be shots flyin’
cause i got n-ggas posted on every corner like stop signs
and i’m not lyin’
n-gga i gotta shine
try takin’ it, so many n-ggas on you with shots
ya x-ray look like a big -ss dotted line
n-gga the bottom line, is when you telling the truth
you don’t even gotta rhyme
like, “i punch n-ggas in they face, i’ll smack the sh-t out you
i shoot n-ggas, i’ll beat you the f-ck up.”
it’s a real game, marlon, i know ya real name
see i’m hustling, getting money of ‘caine deals and pill slangs
usually cool ’til i feel lames
approaching with that obama drama that i will change
and k!ll lames, see you a petty n-gga, the type that steal chains
not the ones for ya neck the ones for a wheel frame
cause you ride bikes, you too short to drive, he bout as tall as lil zane
so i don’t believe none of the sh-t that iii claim
talk about he shooting n-ggas and what you sell
n-gga you ain’t ever sold a baseball card
you wouldn’t bang your hammer around loose nails
young miles that’s my motherf-ckin ace
we all thought aye verb was a real n-gga
until we found out his hair come from another f-cking race
listen, i put n-ggas in they motherf-ckin place
try that tie ya shoe sh-t against me i’ma david beckham kick you in ya motherf-ckin face
i put n-ggas in they motherf-ckin place!

[round 2: yung iii]
i was sh-ttin’ jesse james out when i heard i was battlin’ you, and just chuckled
wipe my -ss, pull up my boxers, pants and belt buckle
wash my hands, put my finger on my chin like mmm mmm mmm
it’s dinner time again
no hot water, i’ma pan fry noodle this n-gga
scr-pe the pot when i’m through with this n-gga
smack, who is this n-gga?
i wikipedia, asked jeeves, google’d this n-gga
mediatakeout, worldstarhiphop, trying to find somebody that knew somebody that knew this n-gga
i found a man pushing a shopping cart full of crush cans
selling an ironing board and a fan, gave me the scoop on this n-gga
he say “calicoe… oh, calicoe!”
since that detroit versus chi town the d been through with this n-gga
i got frustrated youtubing this n-gga
cause every time i typed his name down
i kept getting the same search results, “no matches found”
no matches round so how you expect to match a round?
act and play the center til i back you down
sleep on me, lay ya pillow, sheets and mattress down
i gasoline the bed spread, make you wave strucken matches round
he got that mmm, i might lose cause i forgot to practice sound
i got that “practice makes perfect, i’m perfect so i don’t practice” sound
clap the pound, n-gga go ahead and act a clown and i can show you what the nina do, fly fam repper
i’ll show you what ya team will do
and yeah it’s fully loaded when i’m loaded up
aye miles tell ’em, i’ll treat ’em like you got treated by loaded lux
he got that mmm, i might lose cause i forgot to practice sound
i got that “practice makes perfect, i’m perfect so i don’t practice sound”
dress shirt, red suspenders, stacy adams, khaki’s brown
look like i’m sunday school teaching, til ya bodyguard go and pat me down
act a clown, talk about ya clips and extended toolies
that ain’t gon do sh-t but get ya kids popped, ribbed shot
put in a clear box and returned like a rented movie
why bend the uzi and force him to move
when i can serve him like he just ordered his food?
my aim goodl like ya grandma cookin’
rush his crib, heat his house, leave his grandma cookin’
this liar can’t stand the fire
tell em get out the kitchen like when ya grandma cookin’
cause for hire i let it fire until my hand all crooked
what you know about the new age man
getting locked spending a few days jammed
hitting the block with a few shaved grams
going to work like two slave hands?
a true caveman, can’t keep me locked i need a new cage
get claustrophobic and pop them hand tools til they jam
it’s no reference to the video game
nba when i say i let the 2k’s blam
and leave you laying no body, just a red smiley face like the kool aid man

[round 2: calicoe]
i’m working everyday and never call in
i told that bouncer we got a full house, we all in
see i wasn’t doing this battle if i couldn’t get my dawgs in
cause after this sh-t they robbing you, so we all win
see you a urinal n-gga, you just stalling
while i’m balling and you fallin’
i bet you this k will take you to the ground
but if you got money, you stray, i take you to the pound
for these battling n-ggas i’m taking n-ggas crown
iii the type that bite and be taking n-ggas style
see he claiming he a big dog, like i won’t get you pup
riding around with all that snow like it won’t get you stuck
see i know how to get you off the road, you charmin soft
a blade will take that tissue off your roll
listen these missiles won’t miss you as a whole
when they form and hit you, they split you and you fold
it ain’t sh-t that i ain’t ready for, ill you already know
need a f-cking plow y’all got a shovel for that petty snow
from st. louis to hp a lot of n-ggas hate me
but the love where the power is so stop with all that coward sh-t
see smack i would love to see these cowards trip
a lot of n-ggas know the plug but i’m the power strip
we all one, try to take our sh-t i bet a shot will have his -ss numb like he took a hour sh-t
my name bang before i try to see the game change
my main thing becomes stacking, no g-ngb-ng
cause where i’m from n-gga a set will get you wet
no raincoats, they bang toast, berettas and them tecs
in a couple months you’ll see me in a veteran or lex
i’m in my groove, never move, i live better in a jex
my whole fam became better with respect
n-gga my flow hotter than a sweater full of sweat
i like the watch now, but it’s better with brigettes
it’s cool to be laid back, but it’s better when you flex
so listen here marlon, why you acting like you sparrin’?
you grew up in a nice home and ya parents called you “darling”
rest in peace my n-gga quincy mcfarlin
if he was here now i swear he’d have them jars in he used to have the trees back and forth like tarzan
now he in the galaxy, but i’m a star man
catch me like albert pujols in st. louis swinging in y’all park
duck taping and roping iii have him swinging from y’all arch
when i empty the .9’s out it be steaming when i spark
no promethazine either, have you leaning when i spark
i heard g soulja talking sh-t i ain’t take that battle with you in chicago cause you weak as f-ck
now i just made you famous for having to speak it up
i make you dance when i put that pump close to ya j’s
over ya grave it’ll be engraved, slumped over with k’s
i need exercise, cut his neck, jump rope with his braids
see iii cut his braids
so we gon see if he see (sea) sh-lls when that eagle flying over his waves

[round 3: yung iii]
he gon have to make the best out a bad situation
battling the best is a bad situation
told you guard ya bread, i’m far ahead, past n-ggas hating
but you don’t get a p-ss, i ain’t peyton
more like iii-uminati, scratch rap i’m in the cl-ss with the masons
short temper but no patience, turn his -ss to a patient
body bag and erase ’em, get ya sh-t tighter
switch ciphers, you couldn’t get thumbs up from a hitchhiker
i spit rikers, got -ss whooping for wholesale n-gga
so when that thing sing like beyonce
you’ll be def before jam, go tell jigga
if i let that trigger squeeze on christmas eve
then a casket what you gon spend your holiday in(n)i hotel n-ggas
hate losing, his att-tude is “oh well n-gga”
that’s cause you used to the feet/defeat, you a toenail clipper
when i battled young holla, i broke down his name
so if it’s cool with young holla, i’ma do you the same
calicoe, the “c” stands for c-cksucker, f-cking f-g
since eminem from detroit, we’ll let the “a” stand for aftermath
the “l” stand for lying, saying you let ya blucker blast
then “i” (eye) just make that easy to “c” (see) like the letter “0” cut in half
now swallow and stomach that, should’ve left without coming back
i rip and ran street status, now it’s time for running smack
miles, you thought he was a king? so you tossed him in the ring?
i’ma toss him back out, royal rumble match
the ultimate warrior, punish cats til my lungs collapse
or my nephew, niece and son can rap
son collapse, i’ll show you what i’m doing cuz
it’s a fly fam movement, yeah, we usually buzz
fly fam repper til the day i die
so when i punch you in the chest, guaranteed it’s gon rage the sky
yeah so it’s no different, we boys, you n-ggas is a d toy
so get slaughtered boy, see detroit like hockey
and since eminem y’all captain i guess all the black rappers the water boys
they say grimy too educated, verb to c-cky and holla be on a power trip
well iii be schooling n-ggas for free, tell ’em come get they scholarship

[round 3: calicoe]
why these n-ggas come f-cking with me?
thank smack, without them i’d be stuck in the d
now i heard one of y’all n-ggas was signed to murph’ lee
that’s some funny sh-t, more like some dummy sh-t
so is it true? is it you? if so, you getting boxed in like a cubicle
he couldn’t get himself off the ground
what the f-ck he gon; do with you?
then he send you to a n-gga like me, knowing what i’ma do to you you should be mad at aye verb also because he knew it too
see y’all ain’t peeping, they been on some low key beef sh-t
he hit me and miles on a three-way asking if we can keep secrets
you know what i told him, “yeah, i never would leak it.”
he said please come k!ll iii this n-gga thinking that he’s sick
he undefeated, sh-t, and i don’t like his energy
i said, “not really to me, he loss to remy d”
i’ll see what i can do verb you know i’m on the block like the center be
bearing more arms than a centipede he say he in that drop top
i said good now he can get his top popped, john f kennedy
he mad cause my name is where his mom left t-tty be
he from the show me state, well i’ma show him how my city be
home where the bricks be, home of bmf
n-gga i know you heard of big meech and big t
i gotta plug in chicago, that’s my n-gga big t
you know what’s up, shots when i’m rolling up
this yung acronym “i.l.l.” imitating loaded lux
see i ain’t talking about no kush when i say i’m rolling up
it’s hot rockets and hot pockets, that mean you folding up
all my n-ggas loading up, spit a clip past ya henny
how he gon make it to the finals if he can’t make it past this semi?
why would he wanna offend me?
my dangerous lion should’ve change this mind
i couldn’t cause his brain worth pennies
it’s like i’m sitting and bennies how i eat this n-gga
his b-tch is a trick so it’s easy to treat this n-gga
and aye verb should retreat this n-gga before i empty out the cartridge
it’s too much on the line for y’all, stay in ya margin
whips be foreign, i got a lot of clips that y’all can star in
i serve a n-gga drugs like an rn
i come to take the t-tle like i’m the name that yo car in
you can’t get out of it now iii, you too far in
add me to the equation dividing ya set
multiply all of these goons that i have with tecs
my exponent to the 2nd power when i’m clapping a snitch
so when i carry that 4 you should know that i’m subtracting some sh-t
they say these st. louis n-ggas is playing a dirty game
til then i’m airing out the party and letting my birdy sing
see my eagle from the desert so it have no conscience
put the hawk to this n-gga chest like joe johnson or have him visiting swanson
oh, in detroit that’s a funeral home
this boy done got me p-ssed off like my urinal gone
doing them songs
i’ll have you and you in them homes i know you like, “d-mn calicoe, boy you doing him wrong”
i tell ’em i got hova sk!ll, before the deal
sometimes i ain’t even gotta shoot n-ggas, my soldiers will
so if this sh-t escalate causing them to busting steel
since he iii we got a clip full of robitussin pills

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