Eyedea - Eyedea vs R.K. lyrics

[RK: Round 1] You wanna spit with me dog ? Understand it's like velvet n***a Adam's apple, he swallowed F.O.D's helmet Yo, son you wanna spit with it ? Yo.. *DJ stops the beat* Acapella f** it, k** it Ayo I dare you coming up here claiming you ill They call me barbeque, nothing but fire comes from my grill You wanna spit understand you make no ends This n***a right here is whacker than the made men RK n***a, spitting these rhymes I can do this sh** dog, don't matter the time Understand n***a, it's about dice Halloweens' over, dog so stop acting nice Son, you wanna spit ? n***a, I'mo split your wig Motherf**er, looking like Telly from Kids RK n***a, come in the game Understand everything that I'mo spit is flame I hide n***as, I'm glad that you try Your career's over like the outlawz when 2Pac died Yo son, I pillage n***as that spit Motherf**ers like me, yo, I'm a real lyricist I got more sh**, I ain't feelin' you clown This n***a is wacker than MTV's lyricist lounge Yo, RK n***a don't ever boo This n***a right here, don't got nothin' to do So I can spit sh**, understand n***a, I rhyme If you signed to Bad Boy, you still wouldn't see no shine [Eyedea: Round 1] Ayo it's time to murder you From the crowd, yo, all I heard was boos Yo, it's all good, on the mic I just straight pound And I'll neve get beat by a cat that looks like Homey The Clown So try to bring that back, my material's ill Your pants used to be white until your period spilled What's it make you feel ? Yo, it's difficult I'm battlin' Mystikal mixed with Bizzy Bone Motherf**ers can't play me when I freestyle Yo, why you got your hand wrapped in that weak towel Comin' up dressed like a clown, yo, you talk a lot Yo, you just stepped in dog sh**,forgot to wash it off It's just like that, I'll grab the mic and straight tease me Even if I come off wack, I'll win ‘cause it's just easy Yo, sit down, on this mic because you're nothin' And that's the same type like you like to dick s** man Yo, man, there it goes on the mic, I'm oh so terrible Look at him tryin' to mock me, knowin' that he jocks me You couldn't kick dope lyrics with karate Come on, bring up the microphone and try to rock me Yo, I grab the mic and straight be a rap enhancer This cat wants to be my f**in' back-up dancer Why is you doin' that sh** ? This man ain't rappin' He should go sign a f**in' deal with little Janet Jackson