B.Y.O.B. - Mike Parker vs Hyde II (Title Shot) lyrics

[Mike Parker] We all saw pride and thought what great production to shoot the video in slow motion Whoops realized our mistake after you needed physio cause that was actually top speed you'd been approaching Wordz must have misheard you when you were in front telling him you were a f**in heavyweight He whispered hurry up but then clicked and went oh sh** he was actually just telling me he was f**ing heavy wait Title Shot? Nah this is just another chill day smoking the Greene / green Cause I'm leaving you with nothing but expired hits choking on screen So before you mount that high horse about being top tier Let me count out why you're not you obviously forgot how you got here Everybody knows it doesn't take much for a body to get rid of pota**ium But even he wasn't left salty enough to stop you flaming when you tried to go ga**in' him Round two had you skating on thin ice but you survived a fall from grace So when Nick tripped you slid up the rear to come first like Bradbury winning that Salt Lake fallen race Kelvin hit his limit after you blew him away in a minute like nasty s*uts giving a BJ But when you only get scratched by Krafty Cuts does a win even count after you've beaten a DJ What the f** is an outdated Funkatron hitting targets and answering calls for the Flunkathon? He couldn't even step to them halfway lines after receiving my call that cut him off shorter than Muggsy Bogues at a Dunkathon Then NAC turned his back like you two were doing the do-si-do so with that no show out came the braggadocio And again Hyde slipped through the crack with the weak hitting lines like the cut bag of coke he blows So play by play I'm callin' those now everyone knows your title run was a little too on the nose I'd love to say you ballin' but you chose to fake shots cause all you do is dribble when it's time to go against the pro's So you really never won the throne room you were just handed the key with five free throws And I haven't even been talking cheap shots yet cause God's the one giving out those I mean does life still stink when you can't use your nose? He took away your sense just to add insult to injury But it does show how this battle will go because I'm the only one who can actually smell victory Then he's got you spitting about how the doctor gave you those pills to make sure your hormones right Well I know how the doctor gave you those pills to make sure your who*e moans right But to your disbelief God had one final punch to the gut He left you like a squirrel with no teeth unable to bust a nut So in your fantasy when you prayed to bring a family up he said I know you ain't manly but In this game of life when the f**ing strings broken your only choice is to catch your balls in a cup [Hyde] I've got to admit that this conflict has me a little conflicted I can wipe the floor with Mike for sure but what if he gets vindictive Do I erase the last trace of my biggest fanatic Or should I just let him win, and send him a few more albums while I'm at it I guess this is what you call a lose-lose situation Lose the reputation or endanger the relationship But f** it I been tip-toeing around for way too long anyway I came back to RapPad and remembered that the backdraft of crap is way too strong anyway NAC backed out because the fat cracks can't scrap the fact that I'm a f**ing heavyweight And so what if I'm f**ing heavy mate I'm still the only rapper in a battle league that's last chapter Was a battle between you and a dude who calls himself a rapper But can't master the simple art of delivering a verse like it f**ing matters And every time I get approached about another match I hope against hope that it's not just more gutter trash I watch you write your clever little lines All hidden behind annotations filled with symbols and signs But all the riddles and rhymes just conceal your designs While doing nothing to change the fact that you. Just. Can't. Rap But it's not just you Mike this is a f**ing epidemic I log on every damn day to another sh**ty artist tryna snatch some credit And sometimes they even have the balls to act like they expect it But if you make sh** music then don't expect me to respect it And it's sh** if it ain't electric And from here on out you know so don't f**ing act like you don't get it Yeah I'm talking to you Roane, Azure, KiD, Saint James D-CYPHR, Nana, Ian, Remo, I'm done playing these games And if you don't see your name on this list don't think it means that you're safe I probably just forgot cause you weren't worth the extra thought in my brain I hope that y'all got that this verse is not the same Caught somewhere between a resignation and straight flames I made it three whole weeks listening to your fool claims But I can't stand by any longer while y'all talk like you walk at the top of the food chain So as of right f**ing now I'm done Mike here's your crown enjoy taking on the other scum I don't give a sh** if any of you f**ers vote for me Because my time is better spent writing rhymes that actually make dough for me Feel free to call me again if you ever find some real rappers But until then have a good f**ing life I'll be busy worrying about the sh** that really matters