Cortez (Battle Rapper) - Charron vs Cortez lyrics

[Round 1: Cortez] It's the most underrated Underhanded, I oversold cause being overlooked Creates a pen that's over all It's a love/hate relationship with the crowd I know it's wrong but it's just a troll to control the fans So all in all this is a helping hand to bring strength to a cast that I seen would break All along, listen to me Corey Alright basically what I'm saying is you're the weakest link Oh what? Y'all think he fire? 'Til I roll up in this joint like E-Z Widers Going over boards to air you through the tube like deep sea divers Wait a minute Who the f** y'all thought I was battling? Darrell? Oh what? So y'all think he liver? Mind of a serial k**er, I've been aiming to put an Arsonal in a trunk, I'm the D.C. Sniper Wait a minute What else rhymes with "the D.C. Sniper"? B.E.T. Cipher So wait a minute You won each week and so what? Now y'all think he liver? Dios mios in the spirit of Chris Rios, he speaks nada I'ma...beast I'ma beast, woken out of his deep sleep fire in his eyes, I'm alive And you gon' greet me sire Or you'll meet messiah These 16's get put to rest for trying to sleep with Tyga's Listen Reality shows, reality shows he's not a threat, dawgs a liar You pulling straps out and marking dudes in battles with no thoughts inspired Doing dumb, dickhead, white boy sh** and that'll get your jaw rewired I wish you would spark I'm from the jungle so if the heat wave it's cause the four is/forest FIRE! Listen It's a wrap if we talking that loud Meet Meek, I'm in the trap drilling over the base like Chief Keef Head shot bang, brains on the horn, BEEP BEEP Cause ain't no seeing Cort'/court, cheap seats I can out rap all you chumps, all you front then all you slump Brooklyn, that's where Cor' is from with a dummy Waiting to bust a whole clip like Forest Gump Listen to me It's time that I back out, you lack props Well what y'all did? Wave a steak right in front of a have not? Think, a disguise on court/Cort' ain't a mascot And since y'all pushing bu*tons it's only right I turn Black Out into Black Ops Cause I controller game, no scratch that I control the game, I'll school you Corey Look, don't love 'em, just f** 'em Just f** 'em and leave 'em, don't hug 'em and squeeze 'em But, when it come to the b**hes you can tell the honeys mislead him Aw man, your stats dropped, you're a bad cop because you cuff for no reason As far as Black Entertainment Television goes as a whole Well bro, they disrespected you Plus Arsonol mushed you in your face, Pat Stay damn near molested you So what you do? You wine and complain and that's why son getting dealt You came back to the States trying to rep Grapes and f** with a belt? Then K-Shine's palm proved them punches in the ring did nothing to help So how can a country stand behind a man who doesn't have the balls to stand up for himself You mean to tell me you won on national television and didn't even have a contact? You're white, and you're privileged Your rich a** daddy ain't teach you nothing about a contract? Non sense, he doesn't know about fine prints? Fine b**h, your d**h certificate is getting signed stitched And I sense the hatred, it's great kid, I'm [?] Body language, obituaries, you can read it then weep And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out But wait 'til round 3, there's some sh** we gotta speak about [Round 1: Charron] Hat's off to my last opponent But I didn't come here to make excuses or rap some bullsh** See when I deal with the smack, I stood there insulted When you deal with the Smack, the footage gets vaulted URL knows you're a bird, they don't upload your battles They vault your footage like the Discovery Channel You rap 'bout pushing work in, heard you scheming crazy I'll rap 'bout it too even if the people hate me Putting ops on payroll, even the police will pay me I got cops dropping keys/ki's off in my room like Steven Avery But that ain't me, I'm reserved, polite and ain't good in fights I keep it a 100, like Cortez's booking price But wait... But wait, but wait, you're top tier? Your battles are f**ing torture The day you're top tier is when you jump the border in a shirt that says "proud Trump supporter" Yo, your girl's p**y was lose, she had to start to give dome That girl gargled Charron She was choking so hard she pulled out Arsonal's phone Yo, but I didn't want Cortez, I want to body Tay' No Jehovah, but I'll Takeover when I put 'Roc away I've seen the way you do it and it's not the same They gon' feel the pressure on cam'/Cam and see him drop the ball This is how the Bronco's play, I'll break 'em down, you won't want to play I'll have you feeling like Meek Mill on Boxing Day Your slogan is top tier money...you do not get paid Who thinks he gets that Lux, Mook and Hollow pay? You lie like a politician 'bout your top tier pay It ain't true dough, you talking about the side of your mouth like [?] Yo, Caustic exposed he couldn't smash cause he was limp Listen penis shrimp, you shouldn't have dissed Bruce B you b**h But your theme of the needle fits Cause you have such a needle dick when you beat a chick it's considered an intravenous hit His favorite band? Limp Bizkit But I'll cut it out quick You can't tell jokes, you have to act tough when you spit I dare you to shoot me {​​​​​​​​​moves hands like a robot}​​​​​​​​​ I'll just REbu*tAL THAT sh*t! So let me guess, if someone put hands on you, you gon' fight I'm laughing at this situation it's so light Since birth I've been pushed into lockers and hit with cold rights I should be running the Ultimate Rap League because I've been getting Smack'ed my WHOLE LIFE! [Round 2: Cortez] This is how his first round sounded "I'm in an aggressive MOOD, when I sketch in YOU Cause I step to YOU, like Tekken...why the fu*k do you rap like that? I guess y'all figured this would be a waste of a round And that would be perhaps why y'all would think I would slack like that But it's not in my D.N.A., so I'm gonna separate you from the gap like that And the last time here I cook 'cane, so it's only right I come back like crack Now my name at one point was right here It don't get no higher cuz Y'all all thought I fell off and my career was nearly dying cuz But now I'm back from the dead it's the Lazarus Effect Y'all don't get it, y'all ain't even see me rising up So wisen up, you idle us who idol us Or I'll surprise 'em out of nowhere with this gift like secret admirers I am just well received like mobile phones Grilling white boy in his mouth like Post Malone Whoa, it costs to be the boss and the throne's my home So if I let you get ahead it's only so I can add it to my totem pole Whoa, the very second I'ma set it in action of every second I'm clapping You gon' get bucks after it fire, that's a severance package I came here for one reason to stop the lesson In a cla** all by myself yet it's not detention Hollow tips like Rone vs Pat Stay, these rounds is complimenting With add on's fully equipped, I hope you got your weapons Text blue, get left red, well now you got the message And he's talking reckless, f** it, pa** me the tool Stupid, clips on court like Shaq ain't a fool f** it, I don't even need gun bars to beat him until my hands get a bruise The way I'll drug him over the boarder he could pa** for a mule Now let's take some things into account Never the less, I'll bring balance here so go 'head and check You're forever in debt, insufficient, I mean I can't get no lesser than this And though my name's on the card I get no credit for this? And that's why I need to know, who planted this f**ing seed to grow? Cause you, it's unbelievable how you achieve with style that's unbelievable I mean, Shotgun Suge tapped your pockets in front of Smack and them Then K-Shine's palm put you right back on Smack again I mean, I ain't even mad that you got slapped And that's a fact cause sh** happens But I'm more mad at the fact that after you got slapped... Bro you kept rapping Plus D.N.A. and K-Shine 3-0'd you...both of y'all You ain't learn your lesson by now? I got a question for pal How you come with 100 Bulletz but ain't get you a round? Wow But I'ma save that for later, I appreciate y'all reaching out and round 3's next There's some sh** we gotta speak about Out [Round 2: Charron] Yo, this event is strictly for top tier You gotta book them for their bars So you do have a secret admirer, cause no one knows who put you on this card Yo, my hotel...crazy The squad gets savage Carter Deems jumping on the bed popping rachets Your hotel, don't even got a mattress All you have's a couch, Organik got you the Total Slaughter package But that's how Brooklyn do, every time I look at you I see the couch you slept on after Rex started cooking you You came in last place, everyone made mad cake You spend more time on the couch than the guy from Half Baked I saw your battle with Jimz, watched it on blu-ray You said "I had to pop myself", my TV paused for like two days Spit your gun bars, I ain't gon' lie 'bout how I gotta let my tool spray If I took a Shotty out, it's a retirement to catch a body in the U.K You have an S.T.D. Core' Bet it's stressful to piss Now he picks up girls on-line at plentyofitch A girl you smashed hit me up, I rejected her quick Cause as soon as Core' in her/coroner I wouldn't be caught dead with that b**h This Canadian's so big, it might offend a Bender You died from Rex this is more than a fender bender They resurrected Ledger, the second Dexter Professor Lecter perfecting lectures in tracheotomies next semester My pen will enter this candy rapper 'til his neck's dismembered And something pops out his throat, now that's a 'Tez Dispenser Yo, but we could take this to the stage if you want war with Corey I'll have my whole team waiting at the boarder for me You won't see Lady Gaga in a hotel but it'll get more than gory When I bring k**ers to Cortez that's an American Horror Story I hate when you tell the crowd what you're doing to make it look easy Funny you faced God and 'Cane but ain't Able to beat me {​​​​​​Puts hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​ Wordplay But if I ain't down with you I'll put the pound to you and shoot everyone surrounding you {​​​​​​Hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​ Aggression Do you talk like that in real life? He came up to me like, yo I was with this girl last night Her name was Jasmine I almost got it in, but I just couldn't make it happen {​​​​​​Hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​ Erectile dysfunction But f** the jokes, more gangster, monster Grown man, Mausberg Desert Eagle they call me The Bird Man I'm shooting with two hands, aiming on one knee I aim at you and hit the lady in 1D Those aren't my bars...I'm not even saying it right I'm just spitting a T-Rex mixtape verse before he does later tonight [Round 3: Cortez] Now what more I gotta do? I'm talking to you I haven't lost clearly in years and yet I still get lost in the views And often I'm screwed so I need y'all all to listen to these thoughts that I spew Cause this wasn't a step down this was a step to Just so you can walk in my shoes Now, what, more, I gotta do? You should ask yourself in fact Because you done a lot for King Of The Dot with unselfish acts But how can you separate from a league that always welcomes Pat While you're always left out in the cold and being stepped over as a welcome mat I can help with that First off; grow a f**ing set of balls Second off; grow a f**ing spine Third; be a f**ing man, start fighting back Cause how the f** you chase a chain for five years And let a n***a change your third round and you don't fight for that I mean, despite the fact you spent weeks and days writing raps All you did was prove you been a slave to the chain waaaay before Daylyt and Pat Hold on! Hold on! You chased the chain, for what? Five years? {​​​Mocking Charron crying}​​​ "Pat made me change my verse in the third" and you cried tears What happened to all the Grape Street Cripping cuz? Yo, that's how you know, look at all the bullsh** we allow There's a big difference between you f**ing spitting in a round And him f**ing spitting and punching you in a round I mean, you represent everything I see wrong with battle rap today You pull out straps like it's a joke Purple flags like that's live, it's bad vibes Corey, it's sad, why? Cause you're not a black guy you're a black eye Always looking for shock value It's unlikely that you like me pal Shock value, God literally wants to strike me now Cause I catch bodies after bodies, you see my life be foul That's why I'm taxing and getting checks to put a soul in a bag like Nike Town Hold on Think about that, that sh**'s deep But what the f** you gon' do huh? With your Mayweather promotions let the fifth leak you pipsqueak? b**h please You probably sell out your fam' and send 'em up sh**'s creek for chips B Wow, this b**h blew and turned cold quicker than Mystique b**h please It's deja vu to me No ski mask when I'm stealing you That's Shotgun in his face, look at me when I'm k**ing you Just be yourself Corey! I mean honestly, just be yourself Corey Those the words gonna [?] They all knew you couldn't work for me lyrically You're autistic, so how you getting checks at home But can't work this ability/disability As for me, I write from what the f** I see My view from the pits if the tool come equipped and I'm sealing you top That means I'm roofing your sh** So quit f**ing fronting cause you won't buck for nothing You're frugal as sh** And if I scope him off the top it's just View From The 6 Now, he said my battles went in the vault Damn right I was wild thirst For y'all to see the footage, my style hurts, pound dirt So I'ma put Corey in the ground Earth Just so the fans get to catch the body, it's like we crowd surf Oh yeah And...one more thing Bro, you have really f**ing bad luck with national television No, like, like, like, really f**ing bad luck I mean, first you went on B.E.T. and they ain't cast yo' a** Last week, Canada A.M., they banned yo' a** Yeah, you think I ain't no that Listen, but it's because everybody hypes him Somebody must've ga**ed that hater Cause still your bars been half a**ed playa You just bringing the city down with faulty lines like San Andreas I got a new slogan b**h f** you fakes, corny keep doing what y'all do And stay the f** away from me, Brooklyn, all day I keep it trill for that, lick a shot for P.H. cause the real is back [Round 3: Charron] Yeah, I did rap for 80 year old's on TV It's a bad look? You wanna talk about it? Half of them have Alzheimers they've already forgot about it But I've been battling for seven years, still cashing checks The fans still love me, still get mad respect I snap your neck, I still spaz with vets K-Shine's hat...still ain't landed yet But did Shine leave a mark? Hell no If I slap him, you'll really see prints/Prince on Cort'/court like the Chappelle show Me and 'Ganik are boys, he knows I'm the truth He'll say his dog ate this esse/essay like a homework excuse The internet hates, it's what they constantly spew This ain't the last supper, don't wine when I give this body to you I'll burn Ernesto to ash, that's what they want me to do Ernesto starts with an Ern/urn and I'll make sure he ends off in one too In Atlanta, you said you're dead broke, how is he a G? You borrowed $300 from Sunny, not for his kid he needs to feed It was so you could buy an outfit to look fly on B.E.T That's what you think about, when you're getting your bread? What about making sure your son is eventually fed? I guess them Instagram likes are better instead I let the Shine get to my cheek, you let the shine get to your head! Yo, how are you in your 30's and have no wealth? How do you not feed your kid like he has no mouth? And you say, I'm not a man cause I didn't scrap myself? If I bought outfits instead of child support I would slap myself Image, image, street cred, that's what you preach about When I have a son, work ethic, education, that's what I'll teach about My son will be at his graduation and thank me for reaching out While your son's on welfare like, "There's some sh** we gotta speak about" But yo, I was reviewing your little street code, let me get my facts right If someone slaps you, you supposed to hit them back right? And if someone jumps your boy, on sight you get them back right? Well ain't this the first time you been around Dizaster since the Math fight I thought you'd be showing up ready to spaz in a ski mask You should've put Dizaster underground like the Ca**idy rematch Right now, Math calling like, "You ain't got balls like that Dizaster right there. Why ain't you tap his jaw like that That's why Smack put you in the vault like that." You apologize for being a hoe, Math hung up and you call right back You are clearly not a top tier buddy Look at those teeth, you're doing top tier gummies There's a reason you're broke and don't have top tier money Cause no one in the world thinks you're top tier dummy So it don't matter if you think I'm a bottom tier cracker As long as I keep k**ing Smack's bottom tier rappers