Round 2
You was reachin baby
You was climbin and be implyin, my sneakers slidin
like I'm slippin
Well, let me get a grip then...
Round this nikka motherfukkin neck
I'ma put that pressure on it all night, and keep applyin
You people buyin we equal sided
This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match
That's what happen when Smack, he don't screen the clients
All this work you put in, nikka
You get the same simple assignment
and every time you line these nikkas up, I got to do realignments
and Beasley, you lyin;
These kids paid for a bout on the big stage
and you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion
Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided
a rap league of tyrants and a child bein defiant
Oh, I'm in battle mode
This shyt preferably, as your prior professor the precise compilated correct methods of Math (hoffa), nikka
This is how you kill-k-k-kill, Calicoe
Talent show, this is God's call
Youngin you've gotta learn how this works; job corp
It's hardball with an oddball
When the shots you throw through do car door like it's cardboard
I feel like im at your mom's door wit a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur
My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on armed shores
but you can sense it, nikka, the tension thicker than German guard dogs
My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar
It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet
oh I'm humbled
You know I've learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek
You're a hobby at peak, I'm like the league doctor's doctrine
You're adopted, incompetent, weak
I'm about to pull every compliment out of confident weak
I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat
"Yo this fukk nikka Lux, nikka not in my league, he got to be seen"
Well what you mean, nikka, optical reach?
I'm too much of an optimum leap
Ever since Hoffa (Math) you think you can swap with elites
What you nikkas got to compete, not to retreat
Get beat til you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat
They don't know who they with
Yall didn't think it exists, I think yall thought maybe I was a myth
That waited in the abyss and came up outta the mists
But I get to aimin and I don't miss, I'm bout to put it all in your catcher's mitt
Dyin in this ring is a sure thing, and you're the definite (def (death)-in-it)
Wait a minute; can you see the difference, between metaphors and real raps
How a nikka with metaphors can really rap?
Your slogan? That shyt a propped up scheme for the skill you lack
Now I get it, why you did it, personal shyt, why you diggin
But if you find any skeletons in my closet, nikka...
Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it
They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis
Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic
You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen
With the pump plastic, in front Math (Hoffa) just,
Talkin all crazy at events, some madness (Summer Madness)
Bout.. how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress
All that fake ass gun clappin... LANDSLIDE...
That's for caskets;
You know I KILL, you can read, everything in my BIO-Hazard
Hold on; HOW YALL DISRESPECT GOD?
How did yall disrespect God?
Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?
Let me bring that back, cuz I need yall to grasp it
Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?
I'm just askin, what you thought?
What cuz you had more battles than me, you dropped 30 in a couple of games..
nikka, I wasn't even on the court
Look, it aint about how many fights you had, it's who you fought
This what champions look like, and we don't look like
You look light;
I'm Floyd (Mayweather) by you boys battle verses
You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; nikka, you just talk a good fight
I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words
I said, word? They have some nerve, he don't have the nerve
You see, deep in they hearts, the 3 from the ARC wouldn't get snapped with Larry Bird
Chill young, this your lil man's fight, you can't cover that
Besides, Miles couldn't even do a block with me, I'd be lyin about another lap
The trouble' back, I'ma get you right when the traffic thick
I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away
You nikkas had all this tounge, and can't rap a lick
Let X Factor trip,
I won't even drag the script,
We'll just lock that nikka in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips
Terraneo, you don't know who's terrain you on
The conditions we done trained along
Traditions I was raised upon
This new shyt here' for chumps, that's why I'm up here just doin what I want
I used to battle on the roof; the loser had to jump
It happens, pardon me, it happens
But you know, he got dreams, of that Learjet
But he gon' lean, like Aliyah' jet
We could bet-
I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case nikkas with you doubt I'd do you awful
oh, but it's gon cost you
You can tell Trick Trick the only address he'll have left is the email, he put the house on you
but three things;
you, X-Factor, Miles... y'all better learn to like the gym
'fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win the right to live
Secondly, I would've thought Heartless would've made you care who you put your life against
First of all, the only thing you gon' ever have over me is your height
but then I'll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins your night can end
I've been killin, since they paid shillins, these dealins I got a license in
To say I see the sights of men;
That's like pretendin the dikks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick
There's bout, 50cc's of Vicodin in my writin pen
You'll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem
In fame vote, me in or not
I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote
What you brought for me... a bunch of motherfukkin train jokes?
This shyt no laughin matter;
When in the end, our cake mixed, and you aint even half the batter
How you gon get the PITCH... we don't even have a batter
You's a waste of my motherfukkin time, nikka
and you're cuttin into your mother's fukkin time, nikka
