Daylyt - Daylyt vs Head ICE lyrics

[Round 1: Daylyt] What time is it? Y'all might have to wrap this sh** up Lush, I'm telling you right now You don't got my $500... I'm gon' clap this sh** up! As quiet as kept they want me to go at you, hush, puppy n***a I already got the best battle of the year, ain't that right, Lotta? Read tickets, it shows you I'm a lucky n***a Antics, it's funny how you calling me the clown But you the Krusty n***a The b**h asked me his age I told her, "He older than a musty n***a." But see, this system is a old game that I control Aye, B, see me swipe my hand for the slaughter In the book of Genesis, chapter one, it says "Our heavenly... Sonic ran on the water" Y'all don't get it? That's one over the head line Earthworm Jim got me looking buff, wait, try curls Choke? No, what's in between defeat? Toe Jam friend; come try, Earl I said this is my world, although I didn't get to battle at Summer Madness -- I mean Summer Sadness That's the reason, I was too hot But somehow I still remained the most talked about n***a from the event – shows I'm a true top n***a, figure this all eyes on me They see I could reach my salary cap twice Reverse that, they calling a n***a 2Pac But for you, ock, Brenda baby; trash kid Hoping for a cla**ic? Nope, all of these students got they flu shots I'm too Watts... I can see through these cats scan and it amaze me Pac-Man; dot 'em if they play me Who could say I'm right man? Maybe I'm Batman, ‘cause I got them n***as going crazy I said it's them bananas to the mouth You don't like that sh**? You know that part, he watch Belly Keep hating and we gon' beat this n***a retarded Mind your biz, mark, he not ready then we rock Chevy's I had to get the feel. Daylyt is a feather No, they light as a feather, I had to get the Quill We both gon' put on our work pants But it shows who's the style jacker These type of n***as never get that W, oh, the W, why? ‘Cause you don't got the wow factor In '64 n***as copped my game plan, but I'ma score youngsters Show 'em this my spot, I come to rock; I'm the dinosaur hunter Your life's a b**h, I could for sure punk ya You could see I'm a problem East Coast and West Coast together? f** outta here! How can you and I tie when unity's not a option? Keep cool, Joe, what I mean is I'm the meanest, my dogs k**ers We leave no n***a breathin' I feel like Steven, we gon' SIG all n***as Y'all might have to take that C ladder to the top ‘Cause the B ladder full You're in a situation where you know I'm pissed Throw a fit, you'll get jumped off the gate, no offense So who poppin' sh**? The shine's mine They say Sherriff SunDay and I look at the top and split, I quote "These kids think I'm a joke? And a mil will knock his sh**" I look at the whole house like, "I gotta try angles." In the end, holmes, we natives But I'm something you should fear, n***a Look how low men go for the bag You gon' realize I'm a clear k**er You hear me to be? I'm lucky to be here That's why I cherish life. Where I'm from we dot up the squares, it is everything but paradise Who scared of ICE? You knows I'm too big for this water; I am a shell fish What happen when you put ice in front of broad daylight? Melted. I can't help it I keep k**in' till I don't leave a single species I'll put a round in a square, like a single Reese's You capish me? It's hospitals, I don't got a lot of patience You saying you gon' beat me in America? That's abomination Let's have a conversation I'm gon' talk to you crazy, walk with you, baby First step is to make sure defeat is lined up According to the pad, you a**, no wonder why you behind us Slow the punch down, I said... You been taking that Accord to your pad No wonder, that's a Honda Slow the slow the punch down, I said... Your Accord don't got no blinkers You out the window with the hand signals No wonder, that's E. Honda What time is it? I think it's about 7:45 I know exactly what plane you caught here, it was a 745 I know exactly what n***a picked you up ‘Cause when he gave you dap he gave you 740 5s I know exactly what kind of car they picked you in It was a Beamer, 745 I know exactly how many guns to bring, we brought seven .45s Checked his birth certificate at the age part and it said 7/45 I'm too live, with that being said, what time is it? Y'all might have to wrap this sh** up From now on, my new slogan is "If y'all don't got my $500 we gon' clap this sh** up!" [Round 1: Head ICE] He really bangin'? He see thing the way y'all see the block? Where I'm from it all look like some part of gang; Cedar Block I throw so many punches at this n***a face It's like I ain't see the block I'm a wolf, it's mountains and full moon, dark woods I don't see the block Beside your breath, any thoughts of hot fire melting ice Then I'll see a block All water, if I ask you for your 2 cents It's after I smack you with a sock filled with all quarters You the leader of the clique? They all daughters Since 9 my mind been 38 years old but I will 44 ya Medieval days, all torture Hot metal to his chest then place him with the rest Then make me a small fortune I probably would've shot blacks before the slaves split up For a beige sister, some gray slippers And a fresh bag of grapes, n***a Wine's cooler That tat don't make you tough, it just make your whines cooler I could get 80 n***as in here for proof that, you whine cooler 6 pack, wine coolers, 6 straps whined cooler Ok 6 flat, my wind's cooler Barrels n***a If you had anything to spend you'd be a pharaoh, n***a See how things be when you straight forward with narrow n***as Clown now, no need for a loud sound, I know vital points sh**'ll get deep at any part of your body my knife'll point Called my white b**h, licensed joint Bring me that new handgun you just bought with the rifle point These jokers broke back man, I mean Batman Yeah the one with the suit, no not Bruce Wayne But with or without the mask he still has a two face We only cool till the car parked And when I finish with the shells, I'ma hit you with car parts Jackhammers, motor oil containers, rear tires sh** may sound funny but it's still violent My b**h in the pa**enger seat Guiding me like a crossing guard, real silent Normally I'm deep breathin' Back to the car after the squeeze treatment But I just broke Day while y'all was in the sheets sleepin' f*gs in drags... all f**ing day I said, f*gs and drags is all f**ing Day Y'all praise a n***a that got a** naked? Y'all past reckless I don't feel comfortable around n***as that be a** checkin' In hallways You pushed 'like' on bu*t naked with a shotgun video - you all gay And if you left a comment, that's foreplay This n***a faker than costume j**elry He got his costume wizardry, he's a cartoon literally You ain't no Dot Mobb n***a, I know real Dot Mobb n***as And most of them don't even like Dot Mobb n***as You gon' f** around and get k**ed By a n***a you don't even know down with you So you fell asleep on Math, right? No wonder this sh** ain't adding up So you like a n***a with a big a** dick Or a drag with a fat a** bu*t? What, you don't like my riff raff?! Fix that! Might have thought you was thuggin' But to me you damn near kissed Fatz I met you, checking you, Rich battle, remember that? I kept dollars in a safe Which brought forth change for you to make cheddar scrap I asked your mans about you They ain't diss you, but they ain't speak highly either [...] Now I see you how they see you, a G-string HiiiPower, on beats you slower than police academy Hightower I could see you and Lil' B making a new single called "My Flowers" So you beat Kendrick, huh? That's good stripes He still feel he Pac and Biggie in one hand? Well tell him I said he Suge Knight Limited blocks of space, a limit if I could trace And he can't be that sick living off Dr. Dre It's the diggy diggy doc y'all, RBX put a 16 on my song And then covered it with the iTunes To make some West Coast lyrics Now either he lack creativity Or that's just the identity of a West Coast n***a I still got love for Watts and the Bay From tops of the clay, to cops on the chase Rest in peace Bobby Hutton, but back to a** naked The lunatic who blast weapons And known to throw sh** up if he feel you half steppin' f** kinda boots is those you be wearing in your videos? I don't see no tags on 'em Which further let me know you ain't spend no cash on 'em f** is those Army Navy? No joke, Carson Daily Only reactions in front of the cameras So we can help the sponsors make it Fraud, only crack you got need A and D ointment You can have some A-Z choices and you still get a player 3 joystick You asked for this work, I could've hit you off consignment Cause you a bricklayer, I'm a bricklayer But we in two different environments You build in homes, I'm build from stones You applying a fee, I'm supplying the streets, but peep Cause our common goal is to get rid of this key For cheddar you don't got So keep speaking Like you gon' behead us in your devilish flow, twat And you gon' see more Berettas than a Mexican dope spot b**h n***a with a b**h body Who probably act like a b**h to his b**h probably I ain't taking you for the sk**s, stupid, I'm real ruthless Like putting work on Hitman Holla block and let Bill move it Let's be real, useless, you don't even think for yourself Your man tell you what we gon' do for the day Since he brung you to the head, your only use is the legs, right? He your arms strength? Reason you poking your breast out Pointing all those fingers like we don't know what Day 'bout You ain't no rider, you on the back of the bike in my best out You see us better lay flat like the hair weave Or get knotted for whatever we dread 'bout Day, I don't know why I'm in front of your b**h a** I would much rather be behind your b**h' a** Than in front of your b**h a** You a plane with no flyer pilot, fell he brave, well I'ma try it And let that can wave... And wet him with the same force as a fire hydrant For my alliance but, I probably ain't tell you I like you, Day If I did I was lying, if I did cool If your teacher was from Harlem Your district was for a different school Real sh**, if we was infants I'd give my momma the look like "Take his diapers and his wipes" If his parents feel some kind of way when Put us both in a playpen And say when and I'd land a right Since Enfamil I been in for mils You could have a fan, AC, and a blow dryer And you still wouldn't have this win for real I can't think for losers in a winner's mind I guess it more in dream for him to win, still You got a face that need a leash with it The type to tag up your gang name at a disease clinic "Daylyt, sicker than the sickest n***a here Quill, was in the building" Snitch my dick out your girl bu*t, tell her I got other hoes When she come back with the witness I'll be standing for my sentence in my under clothes Like, "my home fries was cold, the ketchup was hot f** kinda games you playing? You gon' catch up or not?" That's when the door slam, Day on the other side like a doorman She s** and f** till I dead her, donkey punch Then come back to the door bu*t a** naked like "The f** you want?" Pineapples, give him the door again like her fire at you With a couple of peers trying to get me to sign A brochure that his mind captured I guess just his mind traveled, f** what you 'bout For loose change, I'm talking 50 cent when you pop You'll see n***as hitting the gate if we sense gunplay in the spot But I ain't at piece till the parts over, you got heart doja? Why don't you tell 'em How your career was a waste of time and part sober And you just be living your memories Cause you a scarred soldier who realized his march over ICE!