Daylyt - The Saurus vs Daylyt lyrics

[Round 1: The Saurus] Between battling at Blackout or in Cali, this could only be in one place So I'ma beam you up I hope your son can read the updates I knew you'd get your second chance to meet with Jesus some way But you hadn't crossed me yet, so why would I go east to son Day? The floodgates are open, better flee that ship Everyone I'm with, draw, like a rehab stint No cheap antics, just rap from me, that's it Three rounds in your face, on some ski mask sh** You ain't never been served like this And I put every single word I spit on Irvine Crip Sight locked on my target, they brought y'all a marksman I'm perched up at Lee Harvey Oswald's apartment They said I can't punch with him But if I knock off his jaw, then he gon' hear me break it in like the watchdog is barking I'll shut Day's clock off so it's not so alarming When I stop Spawn from starting like I shot Todd McFarlane f** it, I'm in monster mode Card shark, the water's cold Wash and fold Day like I got the day off: office closed I've got it locked Player one, let the cartridge load Game on, I'll catch thirty to life like the Contra code Try me I'll show up to son's front porch, and Put rounds on the house like I just uncorked it My right's so well known I got a plus one for it To drop Lyt all night I don't think sons up for it Of course there'd be a chance he came with antics Day's an anarchist But if he did, then sh**, I got one too Get Day an ambulance He been dead since the day that Day was handed this Now, give Day a hand, and pay the data an*lyst It's gonna take for Day to handle this Half your battles, you're the dopest rapper that I've seen The other half, you do sh** that's a cancer to the scene So keep that sh** in mind next time you get all costumed up What Lyt does outside the West still reflects on all of us [Round 1: Daylyt] Personally, I believe no battle rapper is perfect We all did some damage We all done put people in a situation where they get to cheer And some where y'all get to panic I done created so many people in my head, people may call it genius And some may say it's what they call schizophrenic I'd like to sacrifice this first round just to talk to my antics I look all my fans in the eyes and say I'm sorry for the P. Diddy blog I'm sorry for the gay sh** I'm sorry for losing the title shot, I'm sorry for the slave fit I'm sorry for walking out on Rone, that sh** was bad for my damn health And to show y'all how sorry I am for the Loe Pesci battle I'm about to wipe ball sweat on my damn self But wait, y'all didn't get the elbow I didn't wipe ball sweat on my face cause I had doubts to blow up I wiped ball sweat on my face ‘cause I'm about to go nuts I been living in a dope situation, and it's not a crack house I'm back cause I got to wig on these college kids Start bucking inside their frat mouth The “keep it going” style was colder than Big Shirley, but surely n***as put their hands on the flow (floor) like they tried to tap out p**y fight let me see what these cats ‘bout It's a camp out I'll send him fire. It'll be the same enemy as taking the bat route Think Bane these mouth bars, they got to face it Fact, they Drake'd it They sent us back to Back to the Basics But yet I'll still finna Blackout Why do they book gods versus these baby fruit flies? And I get to burying maggots I'll put him underground for free like Harriet traffic Get planted soon as they told you they would let us (lettuce) in the ring And soon to find out he married a cabbage What, y'all ain't get it? I'll leave his wife vegetable We set fire to any female carrying static That's the price you got to pay for being the wife of an aryan f*ggot These words is stone like the Sumerian tablets I'll put holmes in a hole, like damn, he a rabbit f** what you done, give your crew tons (croutons) Leave them all vegetable, they can be a salad The land we abandon, tand me a band and I'll go for the steal, like damn, he a bandit The best Day, you couldn't rest Day if you hand me the Sabbath You would/wood handle me, if you can, be a cabinet Metal arms to his top man see the Gadget I was the first on Earth saying sh** like this Damn, he the raddest The plan be the stratosphere in here with the— {Organik calls time} [Round 2: The Saurus] You ‘bout to get everybody in your pod casted I am a dirt You'll get hit with everything, from nines to fives I am a work I'll leave you neck-less (necklace), I'll put my Life on that I am Alert You can feel it in your chest, I got this body covered I am a shirt Yo, Day, how come lately you've been lazier with your writing than ever? I got something hot headed your way, I am a temper You said, “I am a looper”, “I am a worm”, “I am the Bart”, “I am a render” Come on, man You used to be way better than this I am remember Pretend you're a grown man, your word's worth more than weight This ain't a turf war with great, but I'll turn Norman Bates I got a dozen extra rounds I'm too dirt poor to waste And got away with murder after the first four D ate/48 That sh** is so easy to do, I wrote this one round for you, dawg The metal I bring to the table leaves you spun ‘round; that's Foosball This Kombat will chop cats; I'll Kung Lao your roof off How can we trust Daylyt when son/sun down to moon y'all? Now, I got something cold in the chamber; cryogenically Agent K, I'll flash on Day and wipe y'all's memory I don't need Shine, so why the f** is Lyt/light on next to me? What the f**'s a Day got to a lifelong legacy? Nothing, I'm getting gold, closing the loop Uppercut, skylight, put a hole in your roof I was gonna talk about all of the accomplishments that you've blown playing hoops But I didn't want this round to start getting emotional Oops/Ooops Now you know that you can't dodge your punishment and payback You want to blow someday? Well, Puffy can arrange that Your pen's more shaky than the one that did your face tat I'll catch a case over this like a Money in the Bank match [Round 2: Daylyt] At one point in time, n***as used to think the Earth was flat, until Columbus came Y'all let a ma** murderer tell y'all anything, and y'all believe it In the end/Indian, he left everybody dead, cold blooded And that's when the game got anemic Cause the white sails/cells went sky-high You folks left the glue coast/glucose, and I got to free these n***as First shot from the index, then blood spill Whoever's gonna die ‘a be these/diabetes n***as Thinking life too sweet The pencil insulin fight dude I ain't the type to/two text a n***a Organik pack the card and I deads a n***a Everybody get chewed, Hannibal Lecter n***a I Do this write/Right Thing, I'm Spike Lee; Nike, every step, I got to check them n***as You come in testing (intestine) me, but I can't stomach their lines I got a gut feeling I'm ‘bout to wreck them (rectum) n***as You ga**ed, trick (gastric) f** around and get bypa**ed if I pa** you by They asked you try to be tier/tear, and you just end up being the last who cry My big homie say “f** the money. Take every opportunity you get, cause this life'll pa** you by.” I'm from the era where you had to go nuts It ain't matter how much cash you (cashew) got All men (almond) get snapped on The deacon peeking/pecan But they'll depict the k**ers In Watts, they was raising/raisin nuts Soon as I hopped on the trail, mixing n***as To get to the top action, we see n***as like TheSaurus, we not rapping We give them the best mouth beat in the world, Scott Jackson But I been wigging since a youngster, O.J. Mayo type Mayo white, but I black the Bayo type Fifty cents (50 Cent), we wave hands in his face, Tony Yayo night I prey your type [?] slashing ya with the Halo knife So many guns, n***a, this sh** gon' look like a Halo fight Think Day go light, I snap on these squares perfect n***a, I'm Lego nice You wouldn't get a piece of this small round with a Bagel Bite Day gon' fight Two shots to his body The lower half still there; the top half real flat Before the shot, Pat Stay, after the shot, Illmac I'm back I'm back You feel the spine But before I go in, Malathion...time [Round 3: The Saurus] That Solomon battle was weird I Remember The Time when you said you wanted to Make a Change And right then, the example was clear That match was reflective of Michael Jackson's career Nothing Black or White, just standing there Watching something so Bad from The Man In the Mirror You think you bodied Iron, but listen, that's something I'd like to revisit The irony is that your ego's so easily bruised because Lyt's really iron deficient But now Day thinks he's gonna son me, like I am the infant? I'll take flight on Daylyt like sky is the limit In a minute, the game's changing. I'm finna body; waist training Son/sun facing the crack of dawn, now Day breaking I ain't got to try hard, yeah, I got some light/'Lyt bars But in one shift, I'll punch into Day like a timecard Clock it Try not to misuse your minutes, or this dude is finished Just stick to your gimmicks Your f**ing tattoo looks like sh**, dude admit it You are Spawn from the comics, you've got issues with Image I'm sick of all the extra sh**, though, it's sad ‘cause you way talented But the example that you set as a man? Well, I ain't down with it Tell me, a decade from now, you gonna act like you ain't proud of it? When you ask your son how he did on his SATs And he says he antic'ed his way out of it? I knew it was a risk, but this battle was me taking my own chances So when they ask why, I'll say the same thing I told ‘ganik Day could be the best in the game if he goes back To the way that he rapped before all the fame had him so famished Now he looks for any card he can play and then goes Gambit But he ain't even notice his ace in the hole vantage Every match, you should show up in the same thing you rocked against Pat When you went for the chain, cause you're a slave to your own antics [Round 3: Daylyt] Third round is when I let the heat blow fast Organik, you stop me time this time, I'ma beat yo' a** We could've had a hardwood cla**ic A throwback an old jersey, sure (Jersey Shore), but I don't rock with Snooki This when I got to tuck the lead for these knuckleheads But I ain't forgot the noogie A three round barfest, yes, but this is when I got to stop the goodie Cause when I look at your face, all I can remember is When Locksmith said you look like a Chewbacca woodie You looked at me and said, “Mmmm,” and did this awkward boogie But that's back when you and Okwerdz was popping And the top of the hip hop was true The leaders of the backpackers Telling the world a Smack rapper is what not to do I remember they followed you I read my Locksmith comments like, "This wack Smack rapper.” That sh** left me with hurt pride Knowing I was the only street n***a in G.T And y'all labeled me one of the worst guys But yet the worst ride from first prize The same n***as who had multis now all rap about how they gon' hurt guys Facts I just seen a battle where Reverse Live said, “I'ma squirt nines.” Had me like, “Are you serious?” But that's what your people do Y'all make the world hate us for something we do Then y'all do it and make it look cool That's when the plan unfold Prime example: Sir Mix-a-Lot video “Ew, Becky, look at her bu*t.” Now every white b**h want to look like Amber Rose n***a, we created everything, but y'all take it, and leave us demanding for respect Speaking of Amber Rose I would give you white b**hes the finger, but(t), Organik cut my check I should go for the mark out, but all they gon' say is, “How come I'm testing you?” This sh** about to Okwerdz Cause it's fitting to be a one rhyming, gun lining punchline festival Are y'all ready for this? If it's a party, hand me my grand baggy grab bag They told me Ron died, I was mad Caddy fast pa**ed The hand scrammy blam blam, shoot his granddaddy grand dad Two fives on side his face, naa nanny naa naa!