[Verse 1: Daylyt]
(I'm here, I'm here)
(Alright, let's get it)
Make some noise if everybody hear
I just hope y'all listenin'
I said
The last hope for spazz-quote respectin'
The flow outer space dog, I been astral projectin'
Hibernation through cyberspaces
Vibrant this guy been chasin', the [?] features
But he don't understand the GOD you facin'
[?] is ya missile track, well that's what the eye erases
Lost thought, most have no idea, the PG's: My creation
I was the first weapon on the Tekken
They scream King whenever they pick this cat
Second fragrance, I was sent to fix this trap
The URL pyramid scheme, I dreamed
We could stick to sweet bars if we involve Twizz, then snap
I called Norbes, told him to book John John vs Nuborn
I called Norbes, told him to book Daylyt vs YK
He said "We might need a name for that, in case the event get packed."
I said "Throw it in the small room, 300 people, call it the Proving Grounds."
Norbes, can you agree that this is facts?
So why should I be afraid of this kid pen
When I gave birth to a world for you to exist in!?
Who, knew
Security would be something that the building gon regard?
Look at my trailer, notice the old TV show
All my children on the card
But just for you takin' me
You have awakened the PG GOD from the slumber
The first starvin' on us, it's only gonna increase the hunger
You are a product of my creation, I have no desire to k** you
This sh** right here, only gon make you stronger
[Puts On Ski Mask]
Last time I was here my buzz was slappin'
Summer Madness 3 was the markout for Smack to be
I told him I would clap the heat for the rapper fee
They packed the streets sharp, [?] Marie
It was 106 but sh** the [?] was free
I lied, like I quadrupled my five hundred
Which got me double banned
Man, they said Daylyt act too G
But to keep it two stacks
They done gave me my second grand entrance
And the decision was prime, envision my spine
I guess Daylyt back ya see
To all my haters who said I'd never taste the smack stage again (licks floor)
Well it tastes like Smack to me!
(Let's rap)
(Where my hat at baby?)
(Let's go, enough of that, let's rap)
[Takes Off Ski Mask]
Y'all want me to k** this white girl on cam?
Then anything on the lens see low hand
Check the quote scan
It's about to get big b**h, sit calm
Pay attention to what the front row sayin'
For you to put an end to this smoke
You gon need a Genesis choke
You wouldn't see me hurl if they brought toejam
My momentum bakin', I go ham
Split his throat gland
A big knife is what I love, n***a I'm a Conan
See you got to prep for the baphomet
I told you I'm the Goat man
This one gon get a mill
Long as Norbes bring me my lunch back
Hunchback traitors play spartan scene
I depart [?] mean target, arc a [?]
The kid cursed without the Cartman scream
When I get mad I hand words for the pick
Spit like the Arthur meme
I arch a beam, spark the thing
Get tore when I Glock em
Say I ain't gon spark the thing, I King Arthur lean
I'm swored in to rock him
You shoulda knew I'd do my job all night
I'm used to slave chores
You shoulda known I would go to work in the room
This what I was made for
They book you, only to get ya page tore
Wage score
Braids, fade
I'm headlinin', plus I get paid more
The small box is shockin', that's what I gotta taste for
We smoke anything in the room, who [?] hemp bones
The heat seek will go wherever you go boss
You all get sent strong
You gets no action with me b**h, You are the friend zone
(Keep it going?)
A Glock will leave his whole house rocked, You are a flintstone
(Time)
[Verse 1: Mike P]
(Ya hear me? Ya hear me?)
(That was really good rapping by the way, You're really good at rapping)
I said
The world's most respected stage
If Smack in the house
I came to pluck them quill feathers
And scatter em out
Take every bad word you had about Url
And shove it back in your mouth
So don't play, but yo Day
Welcome to your first battle that counts
(Turn up)
A fool spittin'
Turn a dry driver into a tool drippin'
The birdseye with the hawk will turn Quill to a stool pigeon
Get a blade, and put it back into Day, that Erykah Badu vision
The plot, put Campbell in a box, this a soup kitchen
I said
You kiddin'
Think You stroll in, sh** paid for
Spit your stupid over-the-headers, little punches to make sure
You a cancer to the culture, but terminal then I'll make yours
For all of the sick reasons you're on this stage for
(Stop, stop, chill, chill, chill, let me rap)
But they say I'm crazy takin' you
So you wanna get in the mosh pit?
You little sus motherf**er with heat
You on that bosh sh**
Don't care what you got, b**h
Flare if You pop, crip
Bouillon cubes
I done cooked somethin' up to put a square in some hot sh**
You are racking up mileage!
It's funny you tried to tire Iron
Yet forced your pen to exhaust your hobby
You couldn't leak gas
Yet your fuel ran out and it all went sloppy
I hear d**h racin' in your voice Day-tone a homi
Get in gear, I'm ahead Lyt
And the drive I got makes this an auto body
Man, You done picked a fight with Spartacus and hell rose
Tell ya honey dip
She can watch you gettin' punched through the net
I am Carter with the elbow
Outbar me? Hell no
Ya man sing and you get metal across ya mouth
That's the start of the Chappelle's Show
I said
What you want Lyt? You want light?
Well I have brights to bring to you
Electric, ballin' out, the past life was Pikachu
I spot Lyt, he in the spotlight
I close in, but I don't blink at you
The gun in hand, you runnin' man
At night I think of you
Scratch that
Soon as they booked the match it was hook and jabs
The plan is just to tell you where I'm from before we fight
Like a Brooklyn cat
The strap fire don't look at that
When it's on me wow
It's like a girl that's s**in' doggystyle
There's no lookin' back
Speakin' of lookin' back
Speakin' of lookin' back
You still claimin' ovo?
Oh, oh that's the side that you pretend?
You need redemption
So you crawl here cause your hype dyin' again?
You'll be forty, producin' the same views
Shall I remind you again?
You've never progressed
It's the same song with a hot line at the end
This sh** is mine now
I'm still here fake
I pop cons who can't control a crowd when they put a line down
I flip a crip with a piece of mine now
Let us turn the six upside down, he's a nine now
I said
f** reactions, but if they let em in Day
The name remains on the chest, it's a letterman's Day
You better win Day
Cause if you can't serve a young soldier
How you gon march with the veterans Day?
But this your debut
So you be ga**ed just rapping eight off
They say from Tink to you, is regular season to the playoffs
So they asked if I'd be clocked in, I said lay off
I'm bout to show y'all how to get a paid vacay to take a Day off
(You just lost your first round on URL, time)
[Verse 2: Daylyt]
(You want some water?)
(Alright, now let's rap)
(We bout to rap now, yo quiet down I need y'all to listen)
I said
I write for my disciple growth
You tellin' me Mike was Thoth?
Ya really think this bird GOD?
Well I dropped more tiers than the word cry
How you expect to see me in three
When you don't rap with ya third eye?
For this verse I wrote four thirty-twos
Screamin' free Quincy, we alive
Right, I came through with heavy sound
See greatness whenever GOD move
So every setup it's the Metatron's Cube
This is when I try angles with every round
See the pen crack through syntax
Similes, enemies finna be omelettes
When I choose them for lunch
You think the raps random, damn them
The energy I'm wit' is Infinity Gauntlet
n***a, its j**els in the punch
(I do this)
See we birthed the fist for earth, it's just the purpose missed
Nibiru clocked us
We sat back and watched, but was it worth the risk?
See the kids is blood type
We done let this negative RH through the stargate
But that was the first offense
For Osiris sight, but why would iris light
High aperture close, so the bow can focus
But don't overexpose regrets
Why I'm on the cam snappin'?
This happen to be a tough picture
But, these n***as still don't pose a threat
(I'm a rapper)
Another snake, man
Worried bout' his rep til' he in the tale rattlin'
I dime and back up
Another live re-viper shot
Well what's the hold up
And a kinda n***a I am
I rap tight as hell, sir pen out of this world
Man this sh** is col bra
So what?
Ya'll feel he goat, how?
He got a savant gift to ascend his profile?
You feel you a star kid?
There's a box, indigo child
That got P split
Annunaki gift, n***a I rap too wild
Can you copy this? Think a floppy disk
I knock out a square memory if he act too foul
Save the bullsh**
But you can have a million arms
I still chop through your center P
(Let me rap bruh)
For those who try to test or act crazy, get boxed to infinity
The squares keep on comin'
But we square up with the squares for the square dance
It's you who they got to pray for now
First option was to bomb on one square
But now I feel like I c-laymore down
(I do this)
As the block explode
The top pick for the topic rose, the co*kpit chose
I demand flight
It ain't the same flight as when you washin' clothes, outside
Did you catch it?
Y'all admittin' it's the clothesline [?] you
Y'all say he toppin' me, what you got for me a shopping spree?
Y'all just biased, clothes-minded people
(Oh yeah I do this)
But, but
We gon whip in the casket like a drive hearse
Til' they eyes burst
See explosions got the war locked, man which is the [?] curse
He f**ed if he high alert, I go at em fam
We cave men, who creating the fire first
From the guys who let the five burst
To my complete conscious n***as that wonder what the sky worth
Never divide earth
I got something for both parties, this the die-verse
I spazz for free, the disaster key
Clashed [?] at last emcee
Trash, church it was [?] the streets
They thought he was bout it bout it
But you done ran into the master P
Nah nah, nah nah, nah nah
I play my part too, they here to see Quill
Last battle the n***a only had two lines, y'all feel we equal?
I'm 33 degrees higher n***a, amazin'
Y'all ain't listen to it? Well here's a better equation
Think the snapchat filter, n***a I dog whoever I'm facin'
The grid busted, when I'm Einsteinin' I wig [?]
Shorty down, I Charlie Brown
I write with the pig pen, leavin' these kids dusted
How you gon step to the ruler?
I measure men who mesmerize
I show you the world piece, whoever I met a die
That was the elbow, I go hard in the paint
This sh** should be televised
(I do this bruh, this sh** different bruh, sh** different)
(It's very different, Mike P: "It's two different ways of rapping")
You too blase, you wouldn't tie wit a dolla sign
I school n***as to d**h, it's Columbine
(I do this bruh, I do this bruh)
When they rate me they give me the under score
That's cause they don't get the bottom line
For the ladders I try to climb
But I don't believe in they bull
I'm just seein' bellies
A bunch of damn yes men who play man best friend
They was being petty
About my wave being f**ed up
But those the type of n***as that brush me wrong
I remain a sober jit, no deodorant, I must be strong
I said, I said, I said
See the shell clappin', Daylyt on the stage he Pharrell rappin'
I black on a white face, I'm Reepah Rell snappin'
(I do this!)
You really thought you had action wit Day? He tried it
They find him in a gutter, n***a be honest!
(I'm nice, n***a!)
Second round they might have to wrap this sh** up
If they don't got my five hundred, I'ma clap this sh** up
(I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper)
[Verse 2: Mike P]
They say you write crazy Day
Day's crazy, crazy, Day!
This battle fire facts bruh, but this match up, seems so unlikely
You had Summer Madness 3, setup with Sevah so nicely
Then that, Math didley took you to new jack city to go and ice T
And now you get five hundred dollars
And a "if Young Metro" card, to battle Mike P
But it's Daylyt, in GOD form, versus the cardboard cutout
The lamb that's supposed to stand and watch the star pitch a shutout
They say bug out
That means punch Mike, slump Lyt, just walk through him
I mean a Day verse hurts
Just throw heys first, and then talk to him
Nah, Davone, I gotta speak to the inner Lux in you
Open the vault of your core, man
And all the core fans that put they trust in you
I f** wit you, but I ask a friend
Has there ever been a goat with so many fans spinnin' but such a lack in wins?
I said
Aye see ya, breeze by the notions, it ain't true
He say Url fans are stupid, Day cruel
A king to pawns I guess, in a heir conditioned to make rules
Now you gon stand here, propel, and expect them to stay cool?
I mean them lines on yo mug, got you disguised as a bug
And trust, I been crushin' beetles since Hey Jude
You let people beat you
My bad let me repeat that again, You let people beat you!
How you the greatest, but such a profound victim?
Trying to be dot against B. Dot
And got thirtied, with a clown's wisdom
You've been food getting served
But that's what catering to the crowd gets him
But you here for Lux right? You a bum Lyt
I mean how you gon battle Beloved
When you lost to his carbon copy with down syndrome? Huh!?
I mean
You ain't never gon beat that man that could defeat a Cal
I done tripled your last battle in views, I know you seen it pal
Versetracker if you need to browse
"Well I never needed Url" Well sh**, looks like you need it now
(Oh we gon dance baby, oh we gon dance baby)
I said
f** the small talk, I get dog walked
I hope the leash be wit you
Son Lyt can get a hunt knife, if ya seed be wit you
Jesus, this gon be ya last supper, pray the heat be wit you
Or you gon need GOD and Th3 Saga when this two piece be wit you
How you a crip and a fruit? I start pearin him
I know you hear the comparisons, and start scarin' him
Getting stage fright, Daylyt, you at war with a barbarian
I'll leave Day, draggin' in his blood like a Targaryen
I said
You thought, this was gon be ya lucky day? Please bro
A hot nine will take out seven, f** you on, E bro?
Doctors with the Jay Blac face, screamin' "Please no!"
Paramedics pumpin' on ya chest sayin' "Breathe bro"
The team know, get ya knees broke and cheeks swole
I bet the whole house to get the dub, I'm Pete Rose
f** the west, problem with that? Throw hands with me yo
Soon as you stop watchin', smack! That's a clean quote
Mean flow, twistin' l's with a cake, you gettin' steamrolled
You ain't sh** but prey on the field, Tim Tebow
I stop bums, clock bums
Draw sh**, pop one
Shotgun in the trench, catch what's under Mike P coat
b**h you catch what I really tote
I put a f**in' club to the jaw of the greatest, I billy goats
Pop sh**, I'm at ya crib silly wrote
Vh1 tribute, the homie talkin' big sh** til' he choke
Yeah I said you the goat
But not the rap type that sk**s you in a hearse
You a goat
The baaahh type, that gets milked for what he's worth
Had a goal up in ya life but now ya mission's gettin' worse
Could've planted ya career but you was pissin' in the dirt
Now you come here, kissin' a**, like now we give a f**
All for Loaded, on some hoe sh**, how them bowels holdin' up?
I'ma be like Queenzflip vs. the troll god cause now ya motive s**s
You can either back up against the Mike, or bow to Lorded Lux
(Time)
[Verse 3: Daylyt]
(Yo, yo yo yo yo)
(Let them take care of that, let them take care of that)
(Yo, we good?)
(Alright I need to see, make some noise if everybody hear)
(We here, let's get it)
All this back and forth drive got me tired
I'm losing my inner will
They say the remedy is to be outspoken
When you make a round
Well at this moment your momentum will stop
This the round where I break him down
Y'all ever wonder why nobody know what Chico really look like?
The truth is, real street n***as can't be on cam like that when they look to increase
I find it completely ironic how Chico don't want to deal with the cops, but yet he booked the Pulice
Mike Pulice
Bro are you seeing the mission?
And he say "It's not p-o-l-i-c-e, it's p-u-l-i-c-e"
Oh, you think it's a difference?
This should not be rap
Just for your name being police that should've got P slapped
Well you ain't gotta be a police for real
But you act like one and I don't f** with copycats
These twelves will make sure you die slow
I'm tellin' you this one time, I'm goin' for the five-o
Don't cop out now n***a what ya life like?
While you was at the police department
Big houses from the police department
I was in the hood, po' leasin' apartments
Wit the police in the apartment
n***a I had to tackle every goal
I was playin' rugby for my mother supper
Think Big Fendi on the stage
n***a my background uglier than a motherf**er
Up nights I was firin' clowns, blazin' wit the heat
I told my mom
How you expect me to cut it out when you raise us in the streets?
Every n***a I looked up to went to the pen, that's how I was led
Pops told me to stay wit the toast, that's how I was bred
But, but, but, but, but
You did a Street Fighter scheme right?
It was the coolest, n***as was clappin'
You was down forward with the punches
It was dope to see how-dude-can get a reaction
Everything that went by son left em in shock
They was blind cause that's what happen when the replay melt
Don DeMarco secure a crowd reaction
But that's what happen when you got the Dj help
See you don't write like the coolest
You prick, You write like Anubis
Lyt type the coolest
Look how much I spent on kicks, "Phike-Phike-Yuken"
(Oh keep it going?)
Thought I was doomed
I go for the clean sweep, like I got a broom
I was holdin' back but now I'm all forward, aye, Sonic Boom
(Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going?)
Think E. Honda
I was in the side skirt crouched with the bun attached
Aye, you tap me too many times, You get hundred slaps
Mama slapped, sister slapped, brother slapped, cousin slapped
f*ggots play Sagat, he gon need another patch!
They knew I would f** him up
Tiger uppercut, Ryu s**er punch, Guile duck or what
All munchkins
Think Balrog, I'm the only n***a in the game, with all punches!
Just another white n***a gettin' blacked on
A Street Fighter scheme when the caps drawn
I shoot with no emotion n***a, I cap calm
(Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going? Let's go)
The last one
And yet it was a Street Fighter scheme
They all sayin' "Jesus, his brother gone"
I just f**ed Ryu up, yo Twizz
At the bottom of the screen put "Please insert another coin"
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Ooooh, oooooooh-oooooh
[Verse 3: Mike P]
(Yo, I said uh)
(Aye, y'all ready)
I feel like Rodney Dangerfield of the Url