Hieroglyphics - Hieroglyphics vs. Hobo Junction Freestyle Battle lyrics

[Casual of Hieroglyphics] Saafir the saucy nomad I'm the boss we know that Cas' is on the mic to let you know No, I'm not waitin' up Cause emcees is gettin' eaten up And n***as wanna get beaten up If they wanna take it to that But I be makin' the rap To slice and dice the wack men Casual attackin' Ya know When the Hiero flow we go In-side of your heart and rip it apart Do-in' it like that, me and Pep Lover No other n***a can step up I'm wreckin' the microphone to let you know I got a flow and n***a you wack So step the F- back I ain't cursin' my verse in ya face Dispersed in the ba** Lettin' ya know Casual will flow Saafir ya hear The way I'm comin' at you You're wack, do you wanna practice The mackest On the motherf**ing microphone tellin' you You never will sell when you not with me Cause it's the Hiero crew And that's how we do Kick a style if you can Off the head cause I'm the man Casual flow grand And you bland I'm on the mic to rip it up like that So kick your written rap Kick the written rap [Saafir of Hobo Junction] Oh with the written Here I come, uh, with the mitten n***a did your mamma tell you that you was my son? When I am done your a** will run Like a stocking n***a you a carbon copy, you started sloppy I'm one hundred percent concentrated on Easing nooses around the necks of these tricks Insects with vagina lips Your spinal will grip Paralysis, if I remember correctly You said 'f** the Westside' Oh, but now you gotta ride Come clean with dirt But then again a hoe can't come clean Through miniskirts I'm a insert Depositories in them stories that don't stick n***a I got chapters I got flypapers n***a you one story I'm a skyscraper You scary-a** secretary I'm a check this receptionist an*s like a boss Players in the game don't change exteriors n***a you ain't serious, you off and on like a period Back up- I ride 'til the wheels fall off I ride 'til the wheels fall off Your heels are fallin' off I'm gonna make them toes touch down in The Town On thirty-seventh, n***a Right where you at Right where the mack's supposed to be You need to bounce because you're never like, uh Never- You shoulda never came close to me You're in my sector I'm a step to ya with uh- The wet sh**, oh sh**, I don't even have to- n***a, go, n***a, go, go, go [Casual of Hieroglyphics] Casual is on the mic, I mic wreck supreme When I hop on the mic you know I dominate Yes this rhyme is great Saafir, you ain't doin' nothin' You bu*t When you rap you a sap and you know that Your flow is skinny, you're not phat I hop on the mic rollin' with Mini from the Eastern O I got the beast inside it I ride with my folks Your folks a joke And the whole Hobo Junction can't rock a function I hop on the mic eatin' you for lunch and When I do it Emcees will hop to it Y'all n***as wack Go write some more raps I'm cappin' on it Doin' it like I need to, Casual exceeds you Go grow some weed, huh So you can get as dapper as me, the rapper can be Casual, the master soul Your a** best go To a rappin' school because I'm slappin' fools who don't know That's how it's goin', I'm showin', the wack I attack Off the top of the dome You gonna go home feelin' sad Probably gone play some Madden Emcees don't know Casual is phat and I ain't cursin' [Saafir of Hobo Junction] Oh I'm cursin', I'm cursin', of course I'm cursin' I got hearse an- Everything for you boy Check this out, hey you a female turned male Hey, you the type of n***a that will pull your draws down on stage, Tajai Cut out his vagina for that tell Tucked between the cuts cause you got no nuts You can't even sell dope right n***a, you can't even sell dope right You sell for, uh, dykes What part of the Eastside you from, on the real though? On the real, though? What part of the Eastside you from, you wanna freeze blocks You don't get props because you spend five hundred at a weed spot n***a at a weed spot n***a are you all from the Gra** Valley You're all from Gra** Valley You cute a** new booties ain't never seen the a** of Malis I'll swing my sh** in your front yard You be frontin' hard and it's felt n***a you buy garter belts I'm a pull that card you dealt n***a ya nothin' but a joker, a snorter A teenage hoe playin' strip poker I'm a strip that a** buck naked You never had it raw until you seen a record Boy, you don't know about this Pimp, player, you need to get back So you can uh, get with this phat rap I got a hearin' aid so you can hear the flow I bring the flavor like lemonade you little hoe Recognize, you don't utilize the intellect I'm clarifying with examples that You a punk n***a your whole crew will try to sue in some funk You don't even know how to roll Wait a minute, wait a minute, you ain't got no pros So what is this? Another Hieroglyphics scribbling that' dribbling from them vagina lips Your spinal will grip them things Hey, hey, you better peep game You're cuttin', you're catchin' a dome call n***a, I'm a have you climbin' these walls like a poster All I see is a forefinger and a thumb in your holster You never got down, you never let off a shot You need to back up and race your a** back to eight-deuce block [Casual of Hieroglyphics] Saafir, I know you fear of me cause I'm Cas Look at me in my eyes, I'm a beat that a** When I hop on the mic you despise my flow Because I'm wiser so, yous losin' Hiero cruisin' The Oakland town, I'm smokin' you down Cause you ain't knowin' how I be flowin' When I'm on the microphone Y'all jokes, you can't bust none Casual is the man, you must know That I bust flow And you wack I attack n***as like you Because I'm rollin' with the Hi-crew And all my folks, you all some jokes When we do this I'm the newest And I am rippin' up the microphone lettin' you know you're wack It's goin' like that, Saafir, you ain't a mack You know I'm rollin' with a busta Every hoe I tried to hook you up with said you's a busta But I ain't really trippin' cause that's how it went Casual is on the mic I'm gonna represent The Eastside When we ride We're gonna do it correct- Respect these, yeah I grab the microphone and be a vet with ease Because we do it correctly You best to be outta here Because you're doubtin', Saafir Is a real rapper, but I still slap ya Cause you cannot flow and I got to go On and on and on Casual's your woe When I do it, you know I got the fluid n***as can't hop to it like I do it Cause I'm the master All my folks is chillin' in the lobby Cas will let you know You will not ride me Like you're sayin' Because you're displayin' some faulty sh** You're stuck in Menace But your luck is finished Cause I'm k**in' you, lettin' you know I'm fillin' you So take that wack sh** back [Saafir of Hobo Junction] You don't even own a microphone Your blood owns no bones I'm holdin', uh, special ed cla**es Teachin' cowards how to wipe them a**es You the type of n***a that lock the door when you pissin' Because when you're pissin' you really look that you're sh**tin' You're talkative, I'll give you that I'll give you that But, uh, you talk like a cat On the twenty-eighth day, period I'll neuter your future You don't- You don't know- You I'm the one to which one turns for help in desperation in some funk Like A-Plus did in DNA Club like a lady You gone spend three hundred on a three-eighty? Stupid a** n***a, you not phat You don't belong with a gat, you belong with a mack Join our crew, we'll call you phat co*k You can bring me my jock draws, mascot Hey, you don't know Where's my lunch? I'm having a s**er for supper s**ling sap, tap water flower I be beyond like Evian Tell Tajai to get out your ear n***a, come jump on my dick, my name is Saafir Come bring me my nameplate, n***a your game is fake You a mark, you pulled your sh** down on stage n***a, I seen sh** drippin' out that little booty Yeast infection in that section Hey, come f** with me Come f** with me [Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics] Saafir, Saafir You's a b**h Always talkin' 'bout that sh** You from Fresno hollerin' 'bout Westside O You not from two-fo' Don't nobody from Westside know who you are My name is Tajai and I am a star How many units have you moved in your lifetime? About three, you get booed whenever the Show is in the Eastside O Or even the West Coast, no you do not flow On beat, it go one, two, three, four You see how the snare clap? That's where you're supposed to drop the flow But no, you don't even understand that You sound like a white boy on crack Not to diss the white race cause that Type of people even flow better than you You hella wack, you're from the Hobo Junction crew I feel sorry for you mayne You don't got no cash You got a pissy house cat, a pissy a** couch A dirty a** mattress You asked me for some mail f- for rhymin' Back in the day, back this is Way back when You had them glow in the dark sole shoes They was clear, too This is the truth, you used to be a dancer Poke used to have a Jheri curl on the top He was a prancer Had it sectioned off, like he was gettin' dreadlocks But you can not have knots And a perm at the same time My rhyme, is the bestest West Coast, who wanna represent the Westest? Tajai, shut the f** up I gotta drop it, yo I always say a fresh a** rap None of y'all get some dap Talkin' 'bout Westside Y'all n***as don't wanna ride All of y'all some s**as When I drop All of y'all know that I drop the ruckus Tajai Yeah, the best microphonist [Saafir of Hobo Junction] Ohhh aye Check me out now I'm back on the clown Check me out, check me out now, hey, hey, hey I never f**ed so many freaks in one night But it ain't no fun if the Junction can't have none But wait, wait How you gone speak on gats talkin' 'bout I'll shoot ya Transformin' from dreads And Punky Brewster-a** sweaters and skateboards, hey Now come on You swear up and down you started me freestylin' n***a, I been rhymin' since you was a younger coward I did my first demo when you was a memo in a love letter Straight hustlin', spittin' sacks, movin' the crowd Robbin' n***as like you that went to Bishop O'Dowd I'll twist my shroud and twist my sh** On a level you never seen n***a you got white cream drippin' out that Infection section Started back in the day In September of ninety-three do you remember When uh, you and [?] used to come over my house and buy sacks from me? I still get down with like, [?] You used to want weight gainin', me to weight train you But you couldn't gain two pounds It wouldn't have done no good, you ain't down You a mark, you a mark I'm gettin' docked by the trigger, playmate for my diction Saucy with the science, the fact is there's no fiction You're scary The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air with a slang dictionary n***a you still play Pictionary With mom and dad You grew up with wing dings named Buffy and Brad Used to talk like this 'That's rad! Let's go surfing!' Jerky like a nerd Real n***as in the land, that was happenin' with your clown a** clan Now some of you n***as I didn't have no beef with But if you steppin' to me, I'm leavin' you with a wreath Tipped around that neck six feet deep in a tape deck Let's take it to wax and see whose sh** is really phat But them heads is too bloated and them flows is root beer floated You pencil neck piss colored Gumby, you can't f** with me [Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics] Ooooooh Now that's an example of a wack Emcee on crack If you listen to that And give it dap, you as stupid as f** Shut the f** up With that fake Westside sh** Cause y'all be everywhere with Your doin' a** s**a a**es n***as try to f** with me but I take cla**es My brain is ama** and swift Phat a** rap sense You do not have the genetic make up To rap fresher than me, really You fake s**a-a** duck Don't you know if I wrote a flow for you You couldn't kick it as dope as who? Tajai, cause you don't know nothin' about the beat Every time you kick it Either the rap is goin' faster than the beat Or you are goin' faster than the f**in'- God damn it I'm sweet I'm the master, always comin' dope faster Emcees is weak plastered It's how I feel but I'm real Everybody know Saafir is from Fresno Hollerin' about the O Westside, c'mon, don't lie, yo Nobody in the Westside knows you Plus you told me that you used to like f** the b**h- White b**hes With motherf**in' lint in they a**hole Dude, that's disgusting, you told me that OK, listen, you should listen to the things That you tell a n***a when we was buzzin' off that morphine You was like 'God damn, potna You know what I really like doin' is bankin' on b**h when's I'm on there Bare, hittin' it from the back' But you cannot rap as phat as Tajai And that's some freak a** nasty sh** You went to jail for p- for tryin' to poison a n***a That's some old medieval sh**, some f*ggot sh** Why didn't you buck that n***a like you be talkin' about Yo, I be taggin' with Wack rappers straight off the head because I'm phat with new Brand new flows, emcees you are all wack Every single one of you You have no future If you died tomorrow, nobody would trip Cause we rip The microphones and everybody is happy When we come dope, have you ever ripped a show? I'm your pappy Y'all look up to me I'm the original G from the Hieroglyphics crew E-S-O, that's the place we go to Sobrante, plus, uh, nah, nah, nah, yo Got to give a shout to ten-trey and ten-six Can't forget the Flowers clique and this All about eight-deuce cause that's how we do n***as can't f** with the Hieroglyphics crew Then we take it to Richmond, E-S-O Is the place to start, to N-S-O, W-S-O Yeah we can't forget the s**a Free Cause everybody in the- I ain't kickin' no writtens cause T Is the freshest rapper in this planet Interplanetary, and you can not fool with me If he change up the beat I can still rap it, rip it, move it swift But since I'm a dope rapper, I don't go off beat, sh** You a wack a** emcee All of y'all ain't sold about seven records I got the promo and took it back for some mail Then I got a little sack, because you know that I'm, um To no avail you try to try I kick it off the dome and still come doper and fly You try to talk about me But you have everything that I don't want And I am everything you envy It's just like that I can't lose nothing All of you is wack emcees, you bluffing You're stuffing, all of you drop because, yo I bring up swift And everybody gonna vote for me when you call So we can all get smoked Off that G you betted against us, cause yo You better come up off it Or you gonna be up inside a coffin Eastside O, we just drop it It's just like that I'm about to mack because I know Exactly how to it go, that's the flow [King Saan of Whoridas & Hobo Junction] What? Tajai, I'm a rag doll your a** like a red nose pit Mixed with sense, Whoridas, King Saan, Mr. Tay Hobo Junction representin', any way, crack the pave- Ment, but dome C-A-L-Ls, forties of sales Who clocks the mail when we ride that Rolex Playa hatas place up, get kicked in the gut f** king of flash But borin' wasn't scorin' in this game of laceration b**h a** n***a, I'm a start placin' My antics in your front yard f** your sister and then your mother n***a I'm a make you funk with me, s**er n***a this is Westbound found n***a I'm a see you in that Range Rover You and your b**h can get over The, uh, free-way ramp n***a you's a scamp and you roll in a uh Toyota You can't f** with Yoda I'm a master, blaster n***a you shatter like plaster Mark a** n***a can't f** with the gravedigger f** with me n***a I got Mr. Taylor Do me a favor smack this n***a named Casual, n***a I'm a start the funk a spell That dome n***a thrown King Saan that bomb daily f** with me I'm like Bailey catching bodies With no shotties Straight uppercuts with these thangs I don't bang or slang I just get down with the G thang n***a can't f** with the dick slang You know what I'm sayin'? [Pep Love of Hieroglyphics] Let me tell you somethin' Let me tell you somethin' When I rhyme I compete And when they think about Pep Love they want to take it to the street Because I'm dark skin Hella big I'll hit a n***a in his mouth and embark in To another journey If you wanna step to Pep Love you gonna earn these props Because you know who I am You better knock me out cause I got another program The Hobos is so slow at the mind When I grab the microphone I have to rhyme And you n***as just be talkin' Off the beat While I'm hawking your b**h Cause you be trustin' You wanna step to us when you be rhymin' I'm bustin' A whole 'nother combustion A new invention When I grab the microphone I'm pinchin' Your hoe on the a**, and then I'm Gonna tell you your whole crew's a cinch When I try to rhyme That n***a Big Nous? He's a coward He hold my n***a Phesto hand When your n***a rolled up and tried to hit my n***a in his face I grab the microphone and kick the ba** All y'all n***as can't f** with my crew What you wanna do? My name is Pep Love I come new And y'all n***as be mockin' Saafir If you wanna do what I do I know you fear Itself, Casual On the microphone I'll grab you all In the grasp of my hand and crush you I have control over you because I bust new Styles What you wanna do? I'll f** your crew from the back And then it's like that I drink the 'yac You n***as be drinkin' water Because I slaughter All a y'all punk a** n***as Get sunk, six feet deep If you wanna try you flunk You get a F if you step to Pep Love Yeah, you feel the last breath that you ever had My name is Pep Love I'm clever If you ever step to me you had Another motherf**ing dream When I grab the microphone I'm ducking teams Of emcees [Big Nous of Hobo Junction] Let the mic be on, check it in All I hear is walk When Pep talk, you need a- Your sh**'s kinda wack The same style since Euclid I pump sh** up I holded your man's hand to save his life Yeah brotha n***a like I lounge with strife Because I binked him in the forehead, a check it in A brotha come from the brain Of course you don't wanna feel the pain When I freestyle you best to refrain I check it in when I come, I come I'm nuttin', I'm causin' babies I caused about six when I made the Hieroglyphics So check it in When I come from the brain Of course who wants to come next? Because n***as don't wanna feel The style, don't wanna come real Came from Vans, now they got bald heads Tryin' to come with style, but who wants to the pro- Filin', f**in', I'm dealin' with amateurs I'm never stuck, who wants to be next to Be in that Hieroglyphic a** n***as be bu*t [Opio of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics] Backstabbin' a** n***as like you Make me furious, curious where you got your style from Oakland Z know I'm not dumb When I hop on the microphone I'll cum right in your girl's mouth n***a no I don't come from down south East Oakland, k** a n***a, my pops is your lawyer You came to my house every single day And did not say sh**, p**y whipped b**h And your crew, too, ya can't say sh** to me Oakland Z when I grab the microphone a frenzy of sharks Y'all are all some marks Standin' on the other side, yeah we ride Down the strip every day and pop at hella b**hes, n***a Take 'em to the 'tel, you ain't nothin' but a mark Don't say sh**, cause yous a liar Catch ya all out there, set ya on fire Yeah like that, on the mic right now The n***a whiplash ya, you know the boy, his mind Pa** the mic to the next n***a who want it Oakland Z flaunted Yeah, all y'all n***as taunted and got teased But you know I skeezed ya b**h n***a get stitched up Shut the hell up Hieroglyphics reign supreme, you know what I'm sayin'? Y'all n***as is wack [Unknown Rapper with Hobo Junction] f** them Hiero n***as I beat vanguards that be rat packin' Fat rodents that claimin' The Town You got mopped by swang bangers, ya better flee See, we outlaw gratitude of flagrant fouls Vagabonds verbose with the vocab I'm talkin' to you Larry You're too ordinary Don't cross The Bay without your ferry token The ghetto toll's due at high tide But you can't wake the show with lullabies The bedtime stories you call freebies Goodnight, lousy You made Oakland drowsy With that Pep talk Phesto, I nodded on that sh** Three dots with an underline means recycled placement From children outta pocket That tasted war already when you dissed Fellowship Exit stage left to the forest I cut the trees for paper Oh excuse me But you know you ain't got no win when it comes to the junction Because I'm sockin' you in the chin, n***a I'm tongue lashing ripping up on pseudos and witlings You hillbilly mutants Me oh my I'm gone won ton, you're perilous to evoke The wretched flurry, man I got the j**elry turnin' em squeamish Hippie Hieroglyphs need a fix of hop From the hungry Hobo Junction munchin' up on the meanest Rippin' worn out syringes It's sickening to see you up in rehab s**ing up with the group hoes A-M F-M, weapons display in jettison, I'm f**ing up these n***as, it's the Hobo Junction They nothin' but gin swiggas I'm stealing their flow, cause they just don't know That the Hobo Junction is kickin' them n***as to the flo' [Saafir of Hobo Junction] Yeah Yo I been waitin' to partake in your heart rate Stop it's no breath, six feet underground like an ostrich Ain't no radio ref in the street You used to dress like a white man You can't jump, you won't leap, freak Freak You look like a caveman in diapers, hey Wipe my nut off your chin, I'm- Wipe my nut off your chin I'm through oozin' You look like an illusion perverted I'm a pyromaniac This vagina Hiero brain that lack response to real comp Westside And I'm not just hollerin' it, yeah This ain't as deep as your father can get n***a wh- You never touched down in the East You never touched down in the East The only time you ever left the top of eight-deu- [Saafir of Hobo Junction (Continued)] You never touched down in the East The only time you never leave You never touched the top of eight-deuce you only left to get some weed Oh, but now you on the west Now you on the west Where you gone get put to a real solider test I provide sick mentals with pleasure when I flip You provide measurement for my dick 'Aye yo Saafir You macked on that hoe ill And that's fo' real' It shows, n***a you a rest haven for hoes n***a yours told me Khia showed me her beaver, don't trip don't leave her You needed to rape that a** after I break that a** like a twig Like I did at the Crash Palace I'm a send that a** to the house in a blouse With a sign on your back that say 'Casual's phat In the stomach' n***a you can't flow, you can't flow, I swallow dams Ain't no Hieroglyphics, just holograms You ain't tight, you transform like transvestite Hey, lemme know the next time you plan to share So I can tell my folks you ridin' in vans with feds I hate snitches God damn it I hate snitches I'm a leave snitches in stitches with fleas Stuck with put ya foot in ya mouth disease n***a, put ya f**in' foot in ya mouth You need to run your a** back down south with Luke You too cute But then again, you an ugly motherf**er Hey, hey, hey The only reason you got with Khia is because I was done Seein' her, hey Believe me when she come to the house I'm a be ready to send her a** back down With her mouth on the dong Hey, I got sh** but the rhyme don't matter I got batter, I got a spoon I got a fat cow that jumps over the moon And Casual's gonna be waitin' for me with a goon On his shoulder, hey You got a iguana well let's get a little bit bolder Cause when we leave your honor- Your honor- Your honor, he's got a plea Cop a plea, n***a, cop a seat, hey I got ya in the toilet seat It's time for you to put your head under the Motherf**in', uh, whatever, n***a Mayne you tryin' to come tight, n***a Hey come ti- Mayne put that n***a on [Casual of Hieroglyphics] Like this Casual is not no amateur Before you don't know I got hoes from here to Canada And plus, I got a whole lot of flows I got your hoes on my jock What the f** you talkin' 'bout? I be breakin' ya rhymes I made you like Frankenstein You's a busta you must adjust to the sh** that I be kickin' Casual is not comin' written I been doin' it like that, and plus you don't know, you's a busta Look at me in my eyes, you must have been from Fresno Like my folks be tellin' me Where when we be on the mic I kick a melody Casual, you lookin' like a ba*tard, so Take your a** back where to it came from you a**crack I'm a motherf**in' mic ripper Clever, you'll never Be as good as this What? You miss every time you aim Casual is the man I bring pain Yes I do it just like this, you can ask my folks I'm a master k**in' you jokes What y'all hollerin'? Y'all are small in that rap sh** I be rippin' it with the raps and ya have to Step on back cause the mack will attack Your whole wack crew The Hobos is really hobos, don't got no place to stay I hop on the mic and let you know I display A lot of lyrics A lot of music, my crews get Hype when we rappin' What the f** you lookin' at, man? You's a busta, Jay Whatever the f** you hollerin' I'm rappin' today Doin' it like this, Casual will ruin it And I'm tellin' you, you fail when you doin' it I'm grabbin' the mic and stabbin' you like a dyke Because you know that Casual's hype Yeah, and I'm doin' it correct-ly You best respect me, y'all some bustas Get out of my face [Saafir of Hobo Junction] Yeah you phat in body weight It'll probably take me shovin' Calluses down your throat to pull up something dope n***a your sh** is weak, shallow a** n***a But don't trip, peep This n***a Casual be barely brushin' his teeth Uh, gingivitis Your pain got arthritis Which author is the tightest n***a I'm thick like fog, but you missed it I'm uncut c**aine, n***a you Bisquick And I'm a battle that a** into a coma n***a, your sh** is dry You the type of n***a that'll snitch and lie to get out some funk You on a live-in titty, n***a you still green You and your sister got the same inseam Pantyliner A candy-a** rhymer You get props in North Carolina or some-motherf**ing-where, where Where white boys dress up like hoo riders And buck shots at ducks and ride pick up trucks in a stick up I know you'll b**h up, I watched half your crew fold like clothes The Souls of Mischief ain't nothin' but the souls of b**h sh** You punk a** Gra** Valley seven-deuce Mali' car washer n***a you got the nerve to put my name in your mouth? n***a don't you know I'll have you hurlin' for the rest of your life? I'll have my b**h Lynch your a**, you'll sh** She'll chop off your dick, split ya sh** And eat that p**y And eat that little p**y ya got Hey mayne, don't f** with me I got, uh n***a, Heckler and Koch, f** a G-lock You better recognize real game f** pain, uh Ahh [Casual of Hieroglyphics] When I rhyme, though n***a it's the pimpin' and Casual is the best So you best to go back to where you came from I claim them styles Then k** you all, you fall, I'm the mack I rhyme swell Rippin' it on K-M-E-L Takin' your mail and goin' to buy a big fat sack from Lee Smokin' weed on the air, yeah I'm a motherf**in' bear like you don't believe But you won't retrieve a style tighter Than the rhyme writer I'm on top and I say thanks to my potnas The gangstas who gone k** you And fill you up with it Casual is the man and I buck critics Of the microphone rocker, I'm a shock ya Like a Wes Craven creation You know that Casual is the best you behavin' Like you ancient you ain't knowin' It's all about the raps, perhaps you ain't feelin' me I got ability You ain't showin' nothin', you bu*t when you flow This is off the top of the dome, I just made it Didn't spend a week writin' I'm comin' tight and you ain't knowin' Casual is the man flowin' You lookin' stupid, go home and loop it This a phat track, now what you gonna do when I hop on the mic and confront you Cause you's a busta, s**ed in Menace II Society Tryin' to act hard but you are not as fly as me I ain't trippin' cause it's off the top Casual is the man and you soft two drops [Saafir of Hobo Junction] I'm done with this motherf**er but before I cut I gotta let him know I'm a go up in the gut Hey n***a I seen you and uh Snupe in the east Jockin' n***as like a priest Choppin', n***a you don't be rockin' I seen Snupe at the motherf**in' Jive showcase Goin' out like a mark n***a Keith Murray whole crew jumped on stage in the dark And damn near knocked his a** out Hey check this out Your cla** is, uh Has no snout You're like pigs, you big fat oink-sidin' been waitin' to split a [?] Hey, you n***as is like shallow licks I hear you freestyle like the fellowship Hey but don't trip, though You got your styles, you dope Hey but we gone keep it real like that Motherf**er real gat, motherf**in' real stab Motherf**er just clownin', I'm out like that I'm out like that It's over, it's over [Mike T of Cytoplasmz with Hobo Junction] Check this out I came to this motherf**er to run my mouth Now you probably thought I wasn't gonna say sh** But n***a y'all play freestyle raps for nothin' Y'all weak, I think ya frontin' I remember when one of y'all was caught up on stage with Black Moon Huffin' and puffin' Couldn't catch your breath, you left You blew it, and y'all knew it Now I done stepped in the door That high yellow pompous ba*tard just hit the floor And you're wack for yellin' that sh** Wanna be a real emcee? Battle me, you'll get that a** whipped Nah it ain't through, nah I ain't done I'll lick the mic until your whole crew cum And watch your sister, uh, 686 Layla I tried to but uh, I didn't Cause I didn't think it was worth hittin' You missed for tryin' to diss Ain't this a b**h? I done came in this Cause I'm infamous when I decides to kick Wipin' emcees away like snot And then scratchin' my dick, cause y'all like crabs Wanna take it to a freestyle flow? You don't know the half I'm Mike T, I represent Cytoplasm, I came with the Junction Because I heard n***as was funkin' Now what's up? Y'all been caught by the rough imbecilic You wanna take me out but y'all don't feel it I remember when I used to shake y'all hands And you used to look down on a n***a like I was your fan But I never gave a f**, I had my own sh** I had my own beats, I make my own hits Y'all n***as strong, but now, here's some dick You wanna make a G? We'll here's me, I have Nothing but a buck fifty in my pocket But if y'all put a G up I will not stop it Y'all can ask ya potna who's poppin' Now c'mon, it's common logic You know it ain't the way it's gone be I ain't gone stop it, I'm imbi- And aw sh**, they freaked the beat, an- [Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics] n***as is wack Ya gotta stop, Mike T I remember when you used to write raps right next to me And say 'How does this sound?' 'Is this the right usage of this word?' You's a motherf**in' herb you from the 'burbs I'm gonna beat that a** down and take all your money Which is thirty cents, all your life is straight spent My name is Tajai I come from the East Side of O You know exactly who you look to To find the exact flow For you to kick Against that Hieroglyphics sh** We comin' fly n***as know it's from the Eastside Everybody know eight-deuce is where we got pride We always droppin' this Mike T, yo my topic's swift You wack and it's likely that I'm gonna drop you b**h a** n***a, why you wanna rap? Tryin' to side, you was the n***a that told me that Saafir was on the radio dissin' us And we should go get him, and now you backin' him on the radio? You's a b**h! Ooh, you's about to lose your life I'm serious, I'm a gouge out your eyes And f**in' choke ya And that's off the hip-hop tip But now I got to drop it Cause I'm a broker Gettin' cash Invested in my mind and I'm Gonna hire you one day You gonna be like 'Tajai, hook me up with a job' And I'm a be like, 'Hell naw You used tried to rob us on the flow you f**in' hoe' You p**y-a** havin' an emcee You gonna f** with me and you know that I'm Handling wack emcees try to step I have a rep that I must maintain Hieroglyphics three times for your brain b**h! [Mike T of Cytoplasmz with Hobo Junction] Check, check Alright, enough You ain't tough, you ain't even gone throw no blows I heard you ran back to the Wake Up Show tryin' to get in Cause a n***a wouldn't win if it came to blows Now when it comes to flows, you in I will not lose because I won't, will I I will not bow on my knees and s** nobody else's dick Like it was a co*k You weak, you flock with a pack that won't get your back Now if you wanna talk that sh** I was down in the weed spot Heard rumors about n***as sippin' that hop But now I will not drop no nonsense I come common with sense n***as be bombin' but it's ignorance You been holdin' me back for two years And I think it's about time I let my flow be heard clear Wake Up Show won't let me come on no more Because I'm strong and I think you been Ridin' on the wrong n***a's ding dong Tajai, go back to motherf**in', uh, Stanford Because you can't be standin' I planted your head in the ground You's an innocent bystandin' Because I was around When it was time to have some n***as funkin' down Mike T, learn to say it Because when I come out n***as gone have my album and play it In your face, and you's weak tryin' to point And if I take a style like freestyle And then I will be back in the meanwhile Go back cause if I ever catch you gettin' jacked They'll probably send you to the penile I'll snitch on some tricks, I won't lie Just to see them n***as go to jail and die Now what's the f** up Mike T in the cut And I'll say it like this cause I don't give a f** [Pep Love of Hieroglyphics] It's like this I'm seekin' out the Junction With the heat seeker When I grab the microphone I reap respect, damn These n***as like Mike T Is just a little speck of sand on the microphone and I'll tell him he's bland When I see him I be like Scrapin' my elbow Get the f** away from me, Hell no You can't get a motherf**in' prop When I grab the mic I rock Get off my dick because it goes non-stop When I grab the microphone I dance and prance When I grab the microphone I tell ya hoes that You's a hoe trusta, and a busta Gettin' at a fourteen year old And I scold you And your motherf**in' whole crew Motherf**in' all of you Y'all n***as get scald and boiled When I grab the microphone I call, y'all n***as fold when I foiled Your whole plot When I grab the microphone emcees is not The motherf**in' sh** When I grab the microphone I'm buckin' ya whole click The Hobo Junction get scrunched in my hand I eat 'em for a luncheon When I grab the microphone I'm punchin' ya punks In your motherf**in' eye, get a black one I'm a mack one, n***a deny That I'm fresh Give a f** about a n***a gettin' jumped I'm saving my own flesh Runnin' for the motherf**in' side When I hoo ride, you guide Yourself to me And when you cap on my n***as you wanna take me to the street? Why? Because I'm dark skinned and you're light skinned And I'm ready for fightin'? I'll knock any motherf**er out in a minute You wanna step to me then I'll spin it Like a motherf**in twelve hundred, I'm wonderin' You wanna step to me then I'll knock you on the ground You get plundin', pummelled And I'm gonna make emcees really humbled They like, 'What's up Pep? What's up Pep? What's up Pep, how you doin'?' [Unknown Rapper with Hobo Junction] f** that sh** Talkin' about this weak a** sh** f** these b**h a** tricks That try to step in my mix, but I got Phat rhymes and my style's surprisin' In these, ho, I come from the dome K-M-E-L Wake Up Show, what's up? Holmes, hops, you wanna get some of this? I fly be rippin' emcees be slippin' Come up to my set, rich Town n***a I have ya a** dippin' Like some f**in' gold n***a what's up n***a your a** is scolded Like this is your mother What's up, n***a, I ain't your brother b**h a** n***a, when did you figure me out? f** that I'm on a different route I never play left, I keep on the right because my style's too hype Ah, I'm too tight like I was eight n***a what's up I don't make mistakes, b**h sh**, n***a [Jullie-D of Underground Rebellion with Hobo Junction] If we gone start this then start this But n***as let be real Don't be talkin' bout The Flatlands if you up and on that hill, um I'm the bad man, comin' from West Oakland Pimpin' and sh** like your motherf**in' hoes and um I be destroying all s**as like you Um, Saafir, who started this? Casual, it had to be you The weakest n***a in the Hiero crew The softest n***a in your click is Del the smo- the h*mosapien So feel that, n***a I be pimpin' this sh** when I kick it I'm wicked I get ill and I'm the Bad man comin' from West Oakland Never ever jokin', provokin' You n***as to stuff it like a token I be spittin' the sh** like Chuck E. eat cheese I be beggin' you please get up on the M-I-C And display your sk**, n***a be real If you dream about defeat the MC Wake up, slap yourself and apologize to me Cause n***a I'm from the W-E-S-T S-I-D to the E, O-A-K-L-A-N-D It's the J to the U, L-L-I-E as in D You know, from the U-N-D E-R-G-R-O-U-N-D The bad man, you don't understand it Comin' from West Oakland Next time you decide to talk that sh** Make sure you know who you f**in' with, trick Um, it's like that and um, it's like this, and um I be kickin' it on the 1-0-6, and um With my n***a named Sway, but OK I see you got the earphones on I guess you ready to um, flow Lookin' like you noddin' off You need to quit f**in' with that sh** You'll um, a little b**h I heard you went to Skyline, never could rhyme I see you Hieros in Atlanta, Georgia At the Freaknik, tryin' to be sick But you was the wackest n***as on the bill So um, chill, relax, take a back seat I be kickin' this sh** like a motherf**in' emcee From the East Coast, that's where you need to be Cause y'all n***as don't sound like no n***as from the town The West bound, the get down Kickin' that sh** all the time I rhyme starin' you dead in your eye n***as ask me why I be so damn wicked I heard this Eastside n***a was talkin' sh** About the West, it's the best I press from the West Coast, to the West side I ride, I high side, hoo ride With that n***a five point O you was in on your video n***a come anew with your own sh** Cause you are weak you need to sit back And listen to the words that you speak cause um Oh me, oh my, oh why do you make such wack lyrics n***as don't wanna hear it I'm the sickest n***a that you ever gonna meet I'm the Jullie-D mayne and from the West Oakland streets n***a, you from the hill, n***a straight weak Poppin' those pills spittin' that um Gaddafi n***as back up off me Cause I'm the sickest n***a in the industry [Casual of Hieroglyphics] When I hop on the mic, my folks I give thanks to He can't rap, he must be a gangsta Casual is on the mic, I'm tellin' you like this I ain't a slanger, but I'm a tell ya I will bang a phat flow in your face And disgrace ya whole crew You know Casual and I know you The mic went on and so you're slippin' Casual is rippin', lettin' n***as know I'm equipped When I kick a rhyme, it's time For Casual to eat on up The wack I beat on, emcees who don't know that I'm back With the phat flow to lift ya off the ground Casual is profound and let an emcee know I'm world renowned When I hop on the mic I like to do That's just how I do my style is new And all of you Hobos is wack So Cas' it calls and Cas'll tell y'all What went down I got sound and we about to be out