[Round 1: JC]
Before this battle you were pep talked by your team
You were filled with story's of triumph, including the fairy tale kind
They told you, "Don't be shook, JC is no better no worse
Y'all damn near are and have parallel lines" but see sh** like that..
Is why words can get confusing in the worse way, us being parallel
Implies we shouldn't even be crossing in the first place
So, what brings you here?
Need a shot? Called them to get me..
To play Roulette, where the first rule let them know this gun, is never empty
So, let's get to why they here
Close your mouth or you will get this b**h peeled
The slash from here to here will leave him scarred for life
The sh**'s real
He'll be looking like what he should of kept his lips; sealed!
But, if we spare him
How we gonna get him in the trunk? The fifth wheel/will
See these hammers bang more than a nail
He wanted to be the only one on uncut till the tip; drilled!
But see we gonna forget, we gonna forget all these quick k**s
Cause we wanna see him get murdered slow
Furthermore, I just wanna get my hands dirty
And rub in this Purell/pure L like a Germophobe
Understand who you dealing with
Top 5 with that pen that's wordplay
f** what any of your nerds say, that spot permanent
Like a Verb wave
Now I know Berb don't even got the waves no more, that was his perm days
But this first wave will leave leave him nappin'
Curled in a box like Verb fade
See the call that came probably said, "This is a big shot for you"
But that is not the truth, I left behind a story telling cemetery
You can check every plot for proof
Half of these bodies never even resurfaced
For that, you can check the box for proof
And we gonna make sure his casket shut
We already grabbed his tux and y'all?
Gonna max his tux, that mean, follow suit
See the problem is that this is just a warm up
I just taught a n***a who was all performance, how to preform bruh
And now we got you I read all the comments, I would ask you say more but
The shot to the stomach put everything out on the floor
That's my definition of bringing it to the forefront
Your turn
[Round 1: Psycoses]
Y'all ready? So it's JC, AKA Julian Carter
This ain't gonna be a close fight, so hold tight, cause if you rush our crew
Carter's getting hit outta no where like Rush Hour 2
So don't try, when I smash the juice out this fruit
Either bottle it up, put the cork it but don't whine/wine
I'm a common threat to all these vets and dog is next
So now it's Project X
And I'm choking this midget the whole night
And if Carter Deems/deems, he'll put a 'Mac in front of me
I'm open handed giving this gnome five!
So f** your whole life
(Not like half of it but the whole thing)
Cause I'm after the test to find ample success
I surge in/surgeon operating with a cold heart so I'm by-pa**ing the rest
I don't care what any bible pa**age said
This time you won't see JC rise back from the dead
Cause I'm smoking a cross J with wraps/raps like Pineapple Express
When I'm rapping, I just put this b**h behind bars like they locked up a broad on...
Locked Up Abroad
I'll catch you slipping while you listen to J Rock/rocking a cross
Will have J rocking a cross
You better pray that J rocking a cross
Or I ain't the one J walking across
And J walking across when J walking a cross will put him on the other side of the street faster than J walking across
J's talking a lot but facts is when he lacks conviction in
You're a bigger b**h than the one you came out of
You act feminine
You have estrogen
You and your mom probably both look alike
It's the exact image when you're facing her p**y
You have your face in her p**y so I'll put your face in her p**y and shove you back into it
You'll be Mobb Deep in that snatch sniffing it
A Prodigy in Havoc it's that Infamous
Even my last victim is still in a bag, stiff and the medics will have to send a kid in a mask
To send a kid to the last syndicate
Bandage you then you go
Black and blue head to toe
Like B Magic in his fits, hit up my main man to finish it
Bullets open his brain like a therapy session when Psy' call a G/psychology and have them mess with it
Damn pimpin' this man's limitless
And I can send him his d**h and just benefit
When it gets evident that I'm just better with pens
And contending with veterans that's penmanship
My best verse now is like Em's first album; that's Infinite
When you're rapping it's sad listening
We can't bare a tone/baritone so I'll trump it/trumpet like bra** instruments
You'll get served and pa**ed over the 'net, badminton 'em
And get put to work if you cross the line, that's immigrants
(Lightest round)
So time to photo finish it
With no question on when I'm leaving who won
My stone cold penmanship like photosynthesis
Cause what you say is light so I'm eating through son/sun
And try to fight a right will strike your side spike his vital signs
And your life is like a pirate site when you sit calm leaking True Blood
So keep it moving
Cause I'm swinging fluid and keen with movements
When strikes land it for sure like Randy Couture
Cause I'm a natural in the ring and proven
So take heed or you can be the dude that's eating through a feeding tube
Or leaking fluids, liter's oozing and beat to pieces too
When I'm Atom Bombing like a fleet of crewmen with a speech from Truman
Think I'm not being true than you better get to debating
You bet he's mistaking the outcome
Cause I strike like Union workers with their benefits taken
So keep your mouth shut
There's body bags at all my battles
So you can make sure your homie's found one
But don't jump in that b**h yet cause this is only round one
[Round 2: JC]
Yo KOTD!
I took a great break
I ate right, tightened my circle
No, I didn't gain weight I changed the shape
And NOW, I'm at everything
Whether we warring over words or trying to maintain space
With the TOM', all you pigs can get aired out
Wait, wait...time, pig's skin get aired out
See, that's Deflate Gate!
The problem is
When I'm firing punches
The accuracy make it seem like it's more than one gunning
Then it's disaster/Dizaster
So serious/Serius you might not even see the punch coming
At this point, it's not willing if you ready to go for it
It's if you can get with it
And this sh**? Producing bodies in numbers
We at six digits
Kicked in his door, the sh** we pack?
Like grandma just fixed it, it's a meal
But right on the side of the meal...BIG BISCUIT
n***a, brother, mother, pops, the sh**'s sickening
It's only enough room for one psycho
And once I go psycho, Psycho's sis' get it
Now I know
(Talk to 'em!)
I'm 'bout to
I said, that stutter problem came real quick didn't it?
I said, it's only enough room for one psycho
And once I go psycho, Psycho's sis' get it
See, you don't write sh** like that
And the sh** this b**h spitting is fictitious
That's why none believe in you
{Smacks chest} Unbelievable
Big difference
They gon' say I'm real for accepting this
But I'm still regretting this
Wanted to clap him when I saw him
Could've got peeled in the same room he met us in
But since we had time to relax, I'm back
Real reckless sh**, hit the stash, feel tec's and sh**
Pa**! Son, getting all the bucks
This the last will and testament
Step to this
It will only make it worse for him
I'm certain, his mans will have to conduct a search for him
But don't check no bars
Cause they're not there, clearly
Plus when we blast off that's last call
That means when he get capped them organs stop serving him
Now I know one thing
These current event punchliners is partly confusing
It's such a f**ing easy fad
That it's hard to remove it and I can do it
It's like if you wear a vest
These shots deal in roofs/Dylan Roof like the Charleston shooter
(Just came up with that in two seconds. Your turn)
[Round 2: Psycoses]
So they got me battling here the black Malathion
Dismantling his mind
Ironic, my biggest opponent to date is also the smallest
Something about that sh** isn't right
But Jules is faker than the diamonds on Brian Pumpers' neck so I'm saying, "f** battle of the night"
You haven't seen JC get rocked like this since Pa**ion Of The Christ
Now let's get biblical
Cause I'm raising Hell on JC like the Antichrist shown from Ezekiel
And every sentence I write like the resurrection of Christ
Cause a body rising before the end in time is what I'm showing the people
But they praise this square like he's the holy mecca
And no one known can get close to reach you
I could've battled anybody
And everything he bruise/Hebrews is real light/Israelite
So how are you one of the chosen people?
This h*mo's see through
And just cause we think you might be a flamer
Doesn't mean we think this queer is hot
I'll give this p**y a clean check when I pap smear this twat
It's like Lil' Wayne face tats
Cause whether you're a permanent top tier or not
This ink will have you fearing God
You think being a gang star/Gang Starr is instrumental for your group
But what your DJ Premier is not
To me each name is crucial, bleach stain removal
I take these marks out just to clear the spot
Going off the deep end to catch a body like Wendy Peppercorn in the Sandlot
And Smalls is just here to watch
It ain't a thing to me, I'm not concerned with a win or a f**ing loss
I'm just trying to figure out who put Cousin Skeeter in the Indian In The Cupboard box
So f**ing stop
Cause what you perform is trash but just display with swagger
Cause you perform it fast and in a favored manner
PG stepping while you force your raps and just displace your grammar
Like orange ya glad I didn't say banana?
Or you'll spray the hammer
But those gun bars just don't apply to me
Besides, so what if JC rides with heat and fires at me
I'll come back and dump an arsenal/Arsonal like Mystique
Oh, you're violent? Please
Those gun lines...ain't facts
I've mentioned Arsonal cause that sh**'s like midgets
And I motherf**ing hate that!
Just state facts
You're faker than McLovin's ID saying you'll shoot a strap
But I'm used to that
And where I'm from, these dicks get drawn on Superbad
Blew fire rounds using two arms like hadouken blasts
Quick to have you outcla**ed and in a ditch Bueller fast
He'll lie in catacombs or I can plan to go to find him at his home
And you'll get snatched
Get it popping like virgin cherries
And leave this p**y bleeding all through the pad
See this p**y get washed until this douche is bagged
I'm too advanced to do Dizaster
Some of you don't catch the brutal queues that fuse confuse when I'm moving fast
Run through the Math
I'm knocking heavyweights out this ring fast as a Sumo match
So whoever bet their chips on this mark is gambling against someone on the roll like shooting craps
Cause virtually, you're just animated
See G I/CGI created graphic image when I'm using raps
You won't be walking right, talking like Walter White Jr
And have you Breaking Bad once the bell rings
And face off like [?] went through the blast
I've gotten more people bodied with ink than your [?] of tats
You haven't seen a Challenger get ripped apart this bad since that NASA sh** blew and crashed
So lose the act
And trying to appear too raw
You're the most animated b**h pretending to be a solider since Disney premiered Mulan
So now it's Susan Boyle
(Y'all don't get that?)
It means the fat lady's singing, so hear, move on
Cause you thought you were leaving with a win, it was clear you wrong
It's clear; you wrong
Cause you're not even a vet' JC
You've just been here too long
[Verse 3: JC]
You too this, thinking it would be a shot, straight to the top
And wound up being a shot straight up to the top
You gotta wise up
I mean, I do research sometimes and I would love to share what I find
But he right here
I can show y'all he not a k**er by picking through how he said a line
Like, line for line, you are going against a prime writing prize fighter
That's why you always hear this rhyming kid booked
I don't think Madaline had a line nicer
This is a lesson
Maybe the answer to why you moving so slow
I mean, it's hard for the notables to notice you cause the views is so low
But why search, for what's right in front of you?
Here's a chance to expose your enemy in a closed vicinity
I'm too sick
They proved you, don't hold the remedy/RemyD
I mean, n***as battle you, they become hotter
If he was supposed to be anything
When they gave son/sun LIGHT POWER, he's solar energy
But I mean, if he's solar energy, it took you 3 months to get 4,000 views
Who's looking?
After this, through booking
This was emergency timing, with all that nursery rhyming
You ain't bringing no house down, you wolfing
But me? I'm the reason for reconstruction
Say I'm not
All these vets taking new comers and tough schedules
All out of attempt at staying hot
And they say that they call the shots
I do
Then you wanna be in my sights when I let off the shots
Well just know, these lasered weapons could bring about a great depression
Who ever the stock mark it/stock market drop, metal in his mouth
Embrace the Glock
Faces drop cause they know we mean business
With the trey like Don't Be A Menace
That mean a young n***a raising 'Pac
THAT is a bar
THAT is a bar
THAT is a bar
THAT is a bar
Random multi's and flowing what you think is a punch
Bruh, you literally hit these n***as with nothing
Talking 'bout, "if he throws a straight that's Soul Plane, I'm taking flight on pimping"
That means he runs from the n***a that punched him
That's f**ing fire?
You need way more to k** a k**er
Now all the fans witness d**h in the flesh
Reaper the man visit with
Hand written transcriptions
On how to create a body off lines like Transcendence
See this man's finished
Text's/Tec's flew faster than Imessage but they hand written
On who's level? Forget comparison
You can't get with this regiment
Choppers open his car door 'fore he even get out
That b**h a gentleman
Wet backs for the runners, turn his friends to relatives
See the problem, is the Heaven sent veteran met with his schedule and ever since
I've been bombing
This sh** popping, can't sh** stop it
I squeeze foes that'll leave holes big as the one Bin Laden been lodged in
The problem with psychosis it's a loss of contact with reality
It's all mind but I move too quick
And that's the problem with Psycoses
By the time he come in contact with reality, it's all mine
But I'm too good for you bruh, your turn
[Round 3: Psycoses]
He just said that Don't Be A Menace bar
And y'all reacted like that was a crazy punch
But after this battle I'm gonna be eating off this f**ing body like
"Na uh fool that's the baby's lines"
Put your whole family in a box like the Brady Bunch, nah just kidding
You made your name off the URL stage
That's where you career reached its peak topping
And now you're over here in someone else's business, quite eavesdropping
Cause ever since you left Smack everyone of your battles has either been debatable or a clear loss that was deemed costly
How have you been off Smack for so long still can't show us a clean body?
So speak calmly cause you check my resume and put it out for the rest to see
Before me, RemyD was battling Reverse, Pa** and The Deadman on the card and getting cheese
Til I put his career in reverse and he pa**ed into the dead man on the card, now he's getting Cheese
So you better flee, you're an upper cutter put this little p**y in the air like Rafiki in the Lion King
And when I'm through I'll just toss him
You'll rest in peace
That means no worries...for the rest of your days
Hakuna Matata
But if you come up here I'll win this h**ne, I'll shoot this hero in vain/vein like h**ne with this product
And if your clique wanna get brawling I got bags in store for every one of you b**hes
You're thinking the sh**'s Prada
Cause whether it's improv and I just jotted this slim thought of grim slaughter, it chopping I'm beginning to binge off it
A Big problem like Chris Wallace
I get a bit from a Pit for Vic' when I wildin' and just dog him
I already put a mark on this body
I see JC in the palm of my hands like stigmata
You're just not a threat when everyone of you cats is the same style
If I see him with his wife with a weapon in sight
My shell oh bomba /Michelle Obama first lady like the president's wife
Listen, you're lollipop kid, Oompa Loompa size of me when I was three
Terrance Howard's mini me, looking a** ain't doing none of that sh**, okay [?]
It's all a public facade just to sway crowds
It's like a green screen
Your whole background is animated to match your character's image on stage now
Where was all this gun talking when Charlie Clips was all in your face loud?
Clips had you dying like Robot Chicken from a straight round
Young Kannon exposed you for recycling bars
What a shame how, a cannon has you wilding out on stage
You're Conceited is something you can say now
100 Bulletz got you drug out holmes like a DEA shake down
You're the dancer JC
Why am I giving them the break down?
And I hate how in your battle with Chilla you say you're hard then you use sh** like Facebook bars
The only similarity between your Facebook bars and Facebook's start
Is that they were both made from Marks
And these hands, like social media how they connect on sight/site
And come across in your jaw
And make your face book and your whole status change with your thoughts on a wall
I'd squab with you all, I'd even brawl with your fans
I'm Edward Scissorhands when I spar in a scrap
That means I'm sharp with the hands
See I've never been the type to talk about sparking a strap and marketing that
Cause I always had to count on my hands like I'm retarded in math
Star in a [?] better yet a star rising
One if this art's finest to start climbing with bars priming with hard writing like this whole arms lined with arthritis
You aren't like it, you aren't violent
I'll caa caa ta ta this foo foo lame or hard line you
With no proof to claim you used to bang you're like Snoop's new name cause Dogg you are lying/Lion
It's like a retard trying to spark Tyson with your jaw wired
Snoz prime with a lob sided clogged sinus like you got signs of Bronchitis
You feeling hard? Start striking
This hand left so many Chins broken I call it the SARS virus
I leave jaws hanging like that Universal Studios Park, try it
Your head will be so crooked the Baltimore PD will start riots
This mark's lying saying he's shooting the chrome
It's just cubic zirconia, Jules/j**els is faking
So how is this vet', giving me a shot when dog is getting put down like euthanasia
But your supporters saw this battle and thought that you would take it
Well this might as well have been a Blackout event
Cause the fans have no f**ing clue who you facing
But this is Back To Basics 2
So I'll take it back to basics too
And back to basics to the essence of hip hop like Zulu Nation
And if you threw two straights I'll move through swagging
And this hand, will leave at least two two's hanging
And this hand, will make you Youtube famous!
If this pest starts bugging I'll move this insect inside/insecticide when I'm smoking holmes/homes; fumigation
So your career and this event are perfectly matched and make sense
Cause off of the amateur moves that you have been making
It was only a matter of time before you ended up
You just lost the battle