Blind Fury - Blind Fury Vs. Moon: 106 & Park Freestyle Friday Final lyrics

{ROUND 1 - Instrumental: "Thief's Theme" by Nas} [Moon] YAGA! Check! Look Blind Fury knock it off I'm the reason why you here, Artisan wasn't prepared to knock you off Go on back to Lugoff, we all know that you soft For that 5k you'll get air? like the play-off Hoping God feel ya pain, he can't save ya though Ya mom feeling my swag, told her I'm a playa though You better not see ? at my neck, wrong Cause I can leave you neck hot like my next song When there's war, put a vest on Cause if you don't, how you think you gon look when ya chest gon When the tech goin, everybody get low That thing live, bend backs, no limbo Mess around and get ya a** stretched like a limo You ain't know, here it go, take it this the memo Moon been hot ever since you had Nintendo Make girls feel good like when its hot and the wind blow My thoughts so incredible, yours so simple It's simple, your temple the target to end you I don't use doors, me I'm crawling through through your window Brawling like I'm Kimbo Sorry homie, just know, wherever I go I got money like a boat And if it ain't about money Fury I don't wanna know [Blind Fury] WABADABA DABA DAA WAAA, WAABA WABA WAWAA WAA Shut up son! really, shut up alright! Look, check it out, yo If my lyrics is fists, you'll get your face all cracked And when I'm done, they gon put me where J Parks at Them cats you battled are straight up wack And this isn't my opinion Moon, this is straight up fact Quit all the yelling, lay down, take a nap You gon keep jumping around and get slapped And you really think that you found your match I'mma tell you now your freestyles is trash And I'ma get it in the bag I'ma give you the beating that your daddy never had And while we on the subject, he up there with the angels Your pop named you Son cause he ain't wanna claim you I mean Moon, I'm hotter than in June Your boy's a bowl of cereal, wheres the milk and the spoon? That's right you messing 'round with a goon I'ma be Diddy, and you can be Loon! Cause uh, you ain't coming off of your dome Go to Atlanta and start selling Boost phones While I'm in the studio rapping with Jim Jones Take that to Playing Field and keep it at home, chump {ROUND 2 - "Ruff Ryders Anthem" by DMX} [Blind Fury] Yo, the level is good, everything is good Yo, ayo Once upon a time there was a wannabe goon He grew up in Playing Field and his friends called him Moon Nah, lets be honest, his friends called him Ernest And I ain't have to go to Jefferson High to learn this The only thing we got is hunger for the bread Keep following your idol and you gonna be ahead And keep battling with me, you gonna end up dead And I ain't gotta yell at you, you heard what I said And while we on the subject, do something with your breath You rapping to the blind, you ain't spitting to the the deaf And I'ma tell you son, your raps is all soft Like Jada I can go AHA! and walk off You wouldn't do nothing you wild as me You smoked son, I got more styles than P Yeah, and you woulda get a K.O like Ace From all the cats you seeing, you punched in the face For real though, I'm a hard act to follow I had a turkey burger, you was eating McDonalds Homie, did you enjoy your kids meal Now you got dissed by me, you know how it feel [Moon] Yo, check, your boy Moon Call me Mr 106 Fury I will take your life than turn around and take your chick Everything I spit is crack, you should come and get a fix If you don't I bet your girl will, cause she love the way I spit From the rip you'll get chipped if you disrespect mt team Block Boy NEC you know we getting green Pop mine silencer and it got a beam Run off at the mouth, I leave your tongue up on your jeans You a grown a** man, up here looking like you young When you rapping move your hand, you be looking like you dumb I'm a beast I'm a dog, yeah moving a problem Yeah, i'm done with a mixtape, I'm working on my album I'm the hardest rapper in this ring, yeah no arguin' You don't like that, goin' make a song then See if I don't write back, this is straight goblin Wouldn't wanna ? ya boy? If he try to run, Terrence tell him I'ma follow him Chase him through his crib, while he sleep, I be robbing him Wake his a** up ? . {ROUND 3} [Moon] Yo, ayo You're know looking at a vet in his prime Only way you'll catch me slipping is if I'm slipping in your mom The crowd love you, but it's only 'cause you blind Since you can't see picture this up in your mind I am in your face with your finger out What you gon do, that is something you should think about Terrance, I don't play fair man, i rep like the air man You should call me fair man the way I got him scared damn Ya boy, moon and I'm straight outta Jers' I don't rap Steve Norris I'm just good with words Yeah, I spit some lyrics, when people hear it I make ‘em fear it I got crazy swag, girls love to get appearance Apparently you are mad that I'm on my grind Came home at 5 when I really had a 6 to 9 It's time to grind even though I do that anyway On anyday I let it rain when that semi spray K-N-O-W-N everywhere Name a place that ain't hear about his name or his face I be on the paper chase, grinding with the number 8 [Blind Fury] Yeah, waddup Enjoy yourself up here Ernest I want you to have a good time alright BOOM! Look what stepped in the room Your flow straight bu*t, that's why they callin' you Moon I'm the hardest in the whole Platoon And watching you rap is kinda like watching cartoons Ernest saved Christmas, Ernest went to jail Then Ernest dropped an album but his album didn't sell So anyway, that's why you gon go to the house Keep my Twiter timeline and my name out ya mouth You ain't know, you ain't ready for the Drama I'll punch you in your face and I'll put that on my momma You better get your finger out here son I'm a rapper and a singer, you just outta here son And I'm number 1, flow Big like Pun Best believe this chain feel like it's weighing a ton And I'm hot like Bones Brigante And I'ma eat you up like a hero with Pastrami You cannot follow me, I'm all in the lobby Watch Nick at Nite, pay attention to Cosby You kinda funny like Richard Pryor I'ma get you fired like Donald Trump I'ma tell you Moon, you just a punk