[Round 1: RemyD]
I'ma start with telling King of the Dot he's not welcomed
Cause when it come to putting on for Oakland, he ain't helping
I been here since July, every place I stepped inside
I asked about Pa** and he is not recognized
First off I got a question, why you even battle rap?
You travel a hundred miles 'round Alcatraz, you might, you might
Find two n***as that give a f** about battle rap
Most of these Bay Area n***as Got their happy-a** Cali swag relax and back
Cause marijuana damn near legal
So they got a bag of gra** of the best weed you've ever seen
Add to that the weather been in 70 degree average
And most of the b**hes a** Spanish
So it's nothin to get you some little red bone hoe with an a** that's fat
You can't be mad at that
But you from one of them good neighborhoods
Where the convenience stores only sell organic snacks
Any savage act in your character not indigenous to your habitat
Save the raps like you some gangster cat, you ain't made for that
The place you say you bang and scrap, the place I vacation at
I take you through that real Oakland where weapon gripping is recommended
n***as say "hella" and "blood" twice in every sentence
f** a Pa** or Pa**wurdz, I'll pa** you to the pastor
Then pasture's gra** dirt in a flash, turning bad worse
You thought I was boxing to share how the jab work?
No, two arms body this square just like a plaid shirt
I put you somewhere they can't search
Think you a stand-up n***a?
I'll sit you down so fast it'll make your a** hurt
f** a Pa**, the way I let you review my history
It's two Timberlands to the head, re-boot your memory
A shot to the nogging will rock your consciousness
As quick as a album that's common senses
Back bad if your posture missing (posthumous)
How you want it? Lots of stitches or doctor visits?
So they could find you in a bay by a dock of fishes
f** if we in your pot is pissing or not you tripping and get you dropped
But witness he don't do sh** cause dude sterilize (still realize) What's not for kidding?
See the entendre in it? Dude sterilized, dude still realized
I son him like a father but treat him worse than some foster children
You ain't got no kind of lyrics
You gon say some moderate hitting line and say papa
Cause you say "potna" in it
Fresh Coast, you rep wrong as crooked politicians
Lots of gimmicks but when it come to this community, you nonexistent
My kind is business so it make my grind crucial
I take the time to make the lines that they rewind on YouTube
So I hate to find these lazy writers makin' rhymes how you do
But since you the Pa**/past I'm truly glad they don't make them like they used to
[Round 1: Pa**]
RemyD, please forgive me G
But I gotta use this line that I said against uh
One of these other wack n***as
But this applies to you as well so I'll recycle that damn scripture
Bruh bruh, the only f**ing reason any human being
Should be nicknamed after a brand of liquor
Is if you're a hood rat, turf derp b**h, or a goddamned stripper
Now Remy think he can come to the town and catch this win, right?
That's funny cause no you f**ing not!
Now I know you buy off that humble rock
Cause I already k**ed a Belvedere, it's Remy's turn so that's a double shot
Now give me some space before we make everyone in this vicinity shake
My n***as clap, give them that Men in Black, it's memory finna erase
My memory and my energy great
So tell me why half the n***as in this wack-a** battle rap industry fake
No, tell me why half the n***as from St. Louis got feminine traits
Let him do some slick sh** and try to dip
Y'all finna see Remy get chased
But I'm sick in the head
My only remedy is Hennessy straight
But it's 4/20, I dare this square to step in my session
I'ma approach him like... "What's up, n***a?"
Know somebody here? Speak up n***a?
Oh, you want a smoke?
Oh cool f** n***a, do I look like I give a f**, n***a?
We in Oakland home, the "I Got Five On It" so what n***a?
You a f**ing punk, n***a
We gon make you throw fifty on it to catch a contact
You can't even touch a f**ing blunt, n***a
And I keep hash in my weed stash, but you keep trash
You know he 'bout to roll up some wheat gra**
My folks already gave me cash saying "Please keep the peace Pa**."
So you know he gon' call the police fast if you run up and beat his weak a**
Lush'll be yelling "Free Pa**!" before I give you a free pa**
Now, this battle already done pissed me off, but I'm about to push through
You wanna get funny, I show you how you should do it
You look like Kid CuDi, but without the G.O.O.D. Music
You got a weird-looking a** face, always got some bags on your eyes
And you got a long-a** face like you sad all the time
Now I said f** that, it's nothing see this rap sh** easy
But to my trapping n***as trapping easy
They'll clap you easy for acting greasy
Have his beanie leaning to the side of his head like Adebisi
Easy n***a round 1
[Round 2: RemyD]
This n***a said I look like Kid Cudi, I know he don't want nothing
Cause he look like a low budget Joe Budden
That rapping vulgar gon get you turned to a snack for vultures
That results in you planted lower than agriculture
I have the focus and composure of a captain soldier
Fit to wear you out if we take this outdoors, that Patagonia
That's just the jab I threw, I grab the toaster strapped from holster
You better have a chauffeur smash the gas on the fastest motor
Nonstop shots when I'm blasting fo' ya
You won't finish the fire until it's like you mixed with Hawaiian my n***a, half Samoan
Retire you, light you up, Sammy Sosa
Have you twisted up stretched out same time like you practice yoga
Pa**, gas, bad aromas, nasty odors
That man trash like bags of broke stuff on an alley sofa
You ain't active at your home that much I know because I asked
I roamed the aves and the corners of International role plus I traveled the zones to San Alejandro
And drove back on a path to go to straight to San Jose
To a Santa Clara camp and supposed a question
Does Pa** or Pa**wurdz have any fans near Oakland?
And I had no luck
Plex Rock actually get more love
Mad cats say that they know Lush
But Pa** past don't so much as fam has my condolence
You don't put in work, you pudding, perfect for tapioca
b**h made, my switchblade'll steal your heart, Casanova
The switchblade's still as sharp as a dagger so it can't get grosser
If I'm walkin around lookin for larynx donors
That's the throat, Pa** you know what?
Lush gave me to test the culture
You a average flower who can't match up close to my status quota
Your type style is the Dwight Howard looking "nehhh" for California
Look at me and see the Wiz (whiz) kid without Amber Rose's carriage stroller
Cancel your plans and hopes to blow up after going at opponents
Of my cla** that have voted to bypa** Pa**
Or for folk who know him as Alex, be mad they haven't told ya
Outcome is you flat as posters
How come it's cause that I'm supposed to
If I got the hood watching me squeeze the life out you
It's like I'm half a Boa and a Cobra
But if RemyD destroy with the Leroy match and glow
What that is? Sho 'nuff
[Round 2: Pa**]
I love when n***as say sh** like, "Pa** is alright but he's overrated"
See them sort of things just lets me know I'm approaching greatness
If I wasn't kicking the coldest game and going ape sh** wouldn't no one say sh**
And you know them same folks that make them bogus statements is mostly vacant
Basic vultures craving a hold of place
And the place them hoes afraid to show they face in
No mistake so I came here with a new definition
So this should probably help
Cause when they say you're overrated
What they really mean is that you're rated over everybody else
And f** all that sh**, let me get on this n***a's helmet quick
So Lush, don't tell me sh** like you know
He's tryna get his name out there
And a buzz for himself and sh**
Then you should help him sh**, sh**, you're welcome, b**h!
You got nothin but wack-a** battles and all a sudden
Now, you wanna f** around
You just another up and comer comin up so I can shut him down
You rep Innuendo, so that's a battle rap crew?
You know how weird and corny that sh** sound?
Is that how I n***as get down?
You got folks from Canada, California, New York, uh Midwest
And you gon tell me all of your folks been down?
Bro that's not a gang, y'all some motherf**ing pen pals
And every time you n***as battle somebody it's like, "Yeah, I'm Innuendo, at your front door or I'm in your window"
But if you say that to another man, that's a gay innuendo
So f** your Innuendo
You think that's the beginning but this is the end you in, though
I offend you and your kid what I wrote with this pen and pencil and hit your mental
It's not a game when the things is running up in your temple
You get beat, no instrumental
I'm 25 been top 4 since '01 ekay? I been official
Get it? 401K; Beneficial
See, we Mobb Deep, you a Quiet Storm
f** that, you white Catholic choir calm
So kick back like a firearm and get fired on
Your turf hop from the Midwest to the Big West
Now it's a Fresh Coast style that you riding on
It's why you're the fence, you can't decide which side you on
No, I said that's why it's Wire on defense
You can't decide which side you on
See this is all-around sickness, I'ma let the crowd witness
Young, proud, gifted, you a thumb down tripping
Your slogan is team business, b**h this town business!
[Round 3: RemyD]
Now in that first round, I outlined him I gave outlines that outline
How I'm 'bout mine and everything he shout, lies
Second round, I out-rhymed him
Style-wise I lyrically out-climbed him, how high?
Hm, cloud, sky, miles-wide
Third round, I can skate out fine
He way outshined but it wouldn't be RemyD If I ain't give y'all that breakdown time
So you just be the pa**enger, 'kay? I'll drive
This Taxi Confessions
And as we travel this direction, I'ma ask you some questions
Like, "Pa**, where ya headed?"
I don't mean the place on the map where you destined
I'm trying to see if your dumba** could locate where your actual head is
Cause as of latest like your brain been off track for a second
You was Pa**wurdz at first
Then you asked them adjust it to just call you Pa**, word?
You went Malcolm and X'd it?
Well if past serves me correct and you in a battling session
As the n***a who no longer has 'wurdz' you don't have any weapons
Is your plan to beat me down by having me beat down a man that's just helpless?
Or do we call you Pa** cause you pa** on a matches selected?
You been in the ring since the '05 calendar edit
With only 12 battles captured on record, that is pathetic
Especially since Lush One is your family, brethren
You actually connected to the top promoter in the battling profession
But you slack, half-stepping, his story is how past isn't present Misguided, pa**ed in deception, but let's put Pa** in perspective
You from Oakland, the land of Black Panters protected
I expected you to captured that message, pa**ed
On the essence
But after reflecting on your lack of progression
And the name that you requested
I have the impression Pa** is your preference cause you pa**ive-aggressive
Can't be respected, doesn't examine well
So he's not pa**ing in testin (intestine) like bad indigestion
See that's where we're separate which I gotta see
This here ain't conscious versus comedy, it's a promise versus a probably
See, you the type of n***a that'll sit back and wait on that day to come
I saw my city ain't have a buzz so me and some n***as created one
Shoutout to Aye Verb, Holla, and III for the URL achievements they got
But I'm the only n***a from St. Louis on King of the Dot
[Round 3: Pa**]
Remy said, "Pa**, you're like one of the only n***as that I respect in this sh**."
Well sh**, I guess it's just cause I keep it solid don't do hella extra and sh**
A young black intelligent specimen bringing back intellect when he spit
A professional with professional wit
Now who here you finna convince that you better than this?
Look down on the ground, check on your kicks
n***a you done stepped in some sh**
Now I don't know why you would consider this is a winning option
But you wanted to get it popping so f** it, let's get it popping
Trust me, you can get demolished
While your friends and your b**hes watching
You ain't famous but a pound in front of you will make your name a trending topic
You wanna build a buzz from the ground up, I cinderblock it
After your funds like Capital One, what's in your wallet?
I'm in the deep east, slapping old-school, Keek The Sneak
My n***as mobbing being punished, trigger finger itching to *chicka* bloc him!
I gotta watch him cause this cat's from the projects
Do what they got to do to stack up them profits
Well my n***as is actual prophets
You just a b**h talking with no facts to back up your logic
You act like you got it, but I can't tell if you actually got it
Don't tell me you trappin, quit yapping n***a, you trapped in a closet
Who on the f**ing block would be shook of you?
n***a look at you
This is what happens when f*ggot-a** Yung III is the n***a that you look up to?
f** your St. Louis, cardinal, I'll expose your whole cardinal
In the city you from you on the bottom of the heirarchy dawg
But if I knock the bottom piece out the structure, the whole St. Louis arch'll fall
This feels weird, it's supposed to be like I'm face to face with the enemy
But lately you been trying to recreate my energy
It's like you're tryna make it seem like you're the same as me
It's plain to see, you probably even say you're symmetry
So I take this remedy, break the entity down into different compounds
That's basic chemistry
Ain't no way you k**ing me
This hate you giving me is a waste of energy
Like the way you came from St. Louis
So a n***a from Oakland can put you back into a state of misery/Missouri
Ain't no pistols bursting I can be the bigger person
But if I'll pull that blade on him
Then it's really curtains
And bu*terflies on his stomach like he's feeling nervous
I know you moved out here so don't trip
I don't need to let that chrome click to make his dome split
I have some dirty n***as stomp you out in Air Force Ones
If you feeling homesick