Fight Klub - Serius Jones vs Jin lyrics

[Round 1: Jin] You must be delirious holmes, don't you know Jin spit furious poems? With them wack 16's from earlier, you can't be serious/Serius Jones This is the sh** that's gon' really put it to the test I suggest you step to the pool table with your best See the fact is B, I end careers rapidly Bout to have yo a** serving Daiquiri's at Applebees For minimum wage, I spit venom and rage Take rappers, ridicule 'em and offend 'em on stage It ain't a thing for me to ruin your silly plans 10 G's? Let's up the Ante like Lil Fame and Billy Danze Reach for that mic like Jin can't win You probably end up with one good hand Like money from the Ying Yourng Twins I ain't into (?) my foes, relentless with my props Word to moms, matter fact a sentence to my pops Once they start f**ing with me you ain't swaying the crowd He couldn't milk the game for what it's worth if we was playing with cows Ayo I'm bout to rip your lame a** with 10 G's, I'll break you up with 5 So you can hop yo a** on the Patt' Train and take it back to Jersey This flow is not worthy, you cat right here, talking grimace in your face Ayo, for real, Jin is gon' be the one winning this race Cause when it comes to this, cat's like you get ate up He thought it was a special occasion at the Fight Klub So he went and got a shape up Yeah your hair looks fly, it was either puff rocks or spit Cause he look like 6'2" but can't hit a jump shot for sh** This is the worst cat that I could ever see You don't wanna step to the MC Cause when it comes to this you might get hired and then fired Cause after I spit you gon' wish I did retire And it didn't happen Ayo I know you can't take the atrocity of the flow that I be spitting [Round 1: Serius Jones] Alright P what's going? Okay we got Black, British white, and an Asian person What's this? The Fight Klub the United Nations version? But that's aight, I said I been Jones before Jimmy and Mike And I don't even eat Chinese, but you know what I'ma make an exception tonight Off the head or written I'm the best there is, the message is you s** So yeah I'ma talk about your heritage How you sleeping in a cellar with 11 relatives Or how you quit like a b**h talking bout "I'm sick of the record biz," See know I'll tell you what the Hell it is See you ain't got no life So you can't talk about a life that you never lived And I done peeped your whole rhyming game and it's kinda lame All he do is look around the crowd Find celebrities and start dropping names See now you get that off with a weak crowd Then you throw old punchlines in the mix And try to pretend it's a freestyle See I'm a MC, I done seen that all day, you ain't fooling me And when he rap, why you be cheesing all gay? What you was doing, E? You broke that's why you wanna come back and battle over here But you been wack your whole career Ain't it 2 billion people in China? You can't even go platinum over there [Round 2: Jin] Dissing me for corny punchlines? Now I gotta make the crowd laugh at ya You could do a collabo with Malcolm X and not go gold in Africa So don't think that you ill cause this is not the face of a new 100 dollar bill He over there cheesing, pleasing, you can't f** with that Yo them Chinese jokes is played out like Scott Tails and Trucker hats I ain't heard 'em a million times, I'ma leave you in the dark He tried to bring y'all back to the past like this is 106 and Park But it's not man, got your arms folded, colded Ayo, your whole style is corroded Taking it back to where you came from, you a lame one And you think you gon' come to this battle and leave with a bunch of ones How you gon' come like this a field trip and bring your youngest son Standing to the side, cheesing, pleasing, cause this is suicidal Cause after this battle your son is gon' make me his idol Ayo he really, deep down in his heart wish he could be like me He like 45 rocking a white T, you a grown man You need to switch your career plan Cause yo I don't give a f** if it's in China or if it's here man They know the truth and I'm here to expose you And that's more than the reality that I can disclose too Cause if it comes to this, they really not laughing Cause if I did diss these black people I would get k**ed by an a**a**in But when it comes to this, I ain't fighting with mines Just to beat your corny a** I'm willing to put my life on the line [Round 2: Serius Jones] Is this n***a running out of bad luck or what? I don't even know this lil dude but you just told me you'd f** him up Now I done seen your face more than me, but you far from a star And them Korean cars go forever, long as you gas 'em up But your heart ain't a car, see I done heard he k**ed Shells and Verse I was like "who?" cause you seen what happened to them They all flopped, just like you See you was in the game for nothing, that's cause you lame, you fronting You better call up RZA and try to join the Wu Tang or something You ain't a Ruff Ryder You on the back of the bike hugging on like one of them broads And DMX tried to k** 'em, you know why? He caught 'em trying to cook one of his dogs It ain't nothing to me, I be international pimping And I had your Chinese chick giving me a ma**age with a happy ending But when she turned around I was like "Ewww she kinda wrong" Like damn, "why she got a thong?" See his b**h a** so flat she could iron her pants while she still got 'em on It ain't nothing to me... [Round 3: Jin] Notice how he change his style from fast to slow Face it folks, he is not a rapper He just trying to brainwash y'all with a bunch of f**ing racist jokes You be on the block snapping, but this is different This is real MC's rapping, talking about I'm the cat that's on the back and I'm lookin' like a broad And I did cook 'em, I was feeding you the dog This is the dopest, get focused, you not hopeless Cause yo I tell you it's unfair, I can't talk about cotton picking But I can say how I took a sh** in your sweet and sour chicken This is real flowing, you are not really here, you don't even exist He thinking that he can casually walk away with 10 G's Like I ain't clenching my fist Look! Do I got 9's with extra clips and coke by the pound? Nope! But I do got enough bars to go another 10 rounds Watch me make you the laughing stock Half your block in Jersey will deny that they know you After your a** gets dropped By your label cause they heard the kid, they chasing me down Matter fact, hold up, that's them paging me now Empty slot on they roster that needs to be filled But honestly I'd rather slang trees and ecstasy pills Then be signed to your label where you owing them bucks Cause they just jerking you like chicks that don't wanna f** Ask your girl, I left a pubic hair in her eye Now she want me to shave my nuts like American Pie I ain't surprised that you came with your mans But y'all like D12, no one knows the name to your band Y'all seen his 'Best Of mixtape? That sh** is the worst He on the cover with a pink Von Dutch hat and a matching purse I'm glad you got work on the street, your flow is unemployed His rhymes don't work on the beat Face the facts, you couldn't k** it if Just Blaze laced the track [Round 3: Serius Jones] This maf**a weight 40 pounds, how he gon' yell at me? I said I'ma chill cause if I listen to what my ego telling me Right now I'll catch 3 or 4 felonies See yo, you might be aight on 106 and Park But better than me though? You'll never be See you thought your flow had cancer, well welcome to chemotherapy See this ain't nasty, this ain't sick, what I'm spitting is gross I lock sh** down, with the bars, I take the prison approach And when I start clicking the toast you get scared and snitch to them folks But be careful, I'ma have to write some sh** for your ghost This is Serius here, Jin a joke I speak from experience, yeah, I live what I wrote At your show ain't nobody spitting your quotes The only time your fans support you is when your air conditioner's broke I'm too real, the way I'm popping it'd be hard to miss it Only way you get a new deal is if you go shopping in the Garment District See I treat the game like new clothes cause I'm ripping the labels off And I don't care if you hungry, you try to eat off my plate You getting strangled with the table cloth See you ain't seen me on BET? When I was ripping n***as facials off? Oh yeah, that's right I forgot, your cables off Scrap you can't murder me in your home, I murder you for the dome I murder you for the minutes on your prepaid phone I murder you straight off the dome I murder you smoking a bong Holding the chrome and you eat it like egg rolls [Round 4 Overtime: Jin] I'm bout to show you what's a freestyle Bout to make a comeback like Reggie After hittin' three 3 pointers and getting fouled You gonna come around here acting like a nympho Say the judges were all working together and it was fixed I was chillin with Miss Info But I'm not though, this is still off the top Compared to all the stuff that you was written When you was chillin' on the block Ayo you come around here, I bet he brought his rhyme book He was kickin' all them 16's from his songs, he forgot to spit a hook This is not it, I'm still confused Cause you like the Knicks in overtime cause you still gonna lose Talking about how you gon' devour me You a coward B, cause when it comes to this yo, who gives a f** if I'ma sell You think I lost y'all? I'ma bounce back like New Yorkers after the towers fell This is the truth, you can fly a plane into me now Cause yo, I might've lost the judges and I might've lost the crowd But I never lost me, my flows will not move thee Cause yo I'm bout to reenact a scene from a great movie And y'all might think I'm talking about 8 Mile, but I'm not Y'all really wanna panic, talking about the final scene from the Titanic When you was jumping over board, cause yo, it wasn't going wrong Cause when I take yo a** out, end your career The band won't be playing no more songs You'll be standing there, shaking, grabbing your belt Cause you thinking about all them old rhymes that you wrote And the most of the ones that the crowd's felt But it was none of 'em, yeah, smile and nudge if you want But this is a freestyle battle, don't come up here and front I know the judges wanna see me pull a rabbit out my hat But yo, I'm about to take the 10 G's and all y'all gon' pull out a gat And when I die, ayo to say the least, my mama get the 10 G's So yo I really rest in peace This is it, yeah, bugging Cause I'm not thugging this is the real freestyle What you want cousin? Laughing and giggling Acting like I'm wiggling and shaking my a**, but I'm not! You wanna talk about one line that's hot Yours I ain't heard none of 'em He wanna quote my lines cause my shows, he's been to every one of 'em This is it yo, I told y'all, don't let this kid fool y'all He trying to hit y'all with some hits like this was junior high y'all And you trying to come at me on some fly sh** You borrowing your brothers clothes on some junior high sh** If he sees you rocking his (?) without his permission It's some explaining to do, you left a stain on 'em too? You bought to get your a** beat He let a chick spill a drink on him in Exit last week This is it, ayo the clock's ticking, cause you, all your writtens was not hitting It might've been one of em But ask me which ones I was feeling, none of em The cameras don't lie and the people have spoken You bout to wake up from a dream Where you just thought you was choking But it's not tho, cause I'm taking you out Making out with 10 G's when I hate it, I'm out This is it and the crowd can do all the chanting they want Cause the sh** is fixed like I told y'all Don't get me a blunt I ain't trying to get height I'm trying to show y'all that when it comes to this I'm ready to fly Jump out the window with the doe Yeah, shaking looking at the floor Thinking about I might get signed and I might go on tour I be Jin, I might be a legend, I might get signed, this is not it You are not kicking a freestyle rhyme [Round 4 Overtime: Serius Jones] Why maf**as always wanna plead no contest when they getting slayed? See you talking about freestyle, n***a the objective is getting paid You know what, if you wanna see some freestyle dudes I'ma show you what they gon' say tomorrow on MTV News See tomorrow they be like "Serius Jones from Jersey is officially a soldier And Jin from Ruff Ryder's career is officially over." He talking 'bout a strip club but I seen him at Sue's Rendezvous In the back stripping and clubbing Seen him in the back with a b**h kissing and hugging I'm like this n***a is bugging cause he don't know who's dick she was s**ing That's nothing, f**ed around and found out the b**h is his cousin Now that sh** is just disgusting But he get that from how his mom treating em Cause she was a s** fiend, and him? He was 10 she was still breast feeding him But you destined to live your lifestyle broke The only reason you even breathing is cause the LifeStyle broke But when the guns drawn it's too late to get your Kung Fu on My guns too long, hit the trunk, pump, you gone This n***a rapping like his tongue glued on I don't know what kinda d** you on n***a I throw one shoe at you then stomp you to d**h with one shoe on What you gon' do once you on? You only done two songs You getting burnt like you stayed outside in the sun too long The shoes that come through on, they look like windmills That's why you like (?) the b**h crouching waiting to scoop my balls like she play in the infield See I'm from Jers' they still whip steal, if you see that big steel? Sit still or get your wig on the windshield It's nothing to me yo I'm done with this holmes Matter fact you should turn the camera, put it on his face Cause this mahf**a sweating like he just been running a race Yo can't none of these n***as in here f** with me in my prime That (?) n***a was hard, this n***a (?) was soft And he's been eating that swine What you wanna gamble with your life? Then stand him in front of me in a line I'll treat these mahf**as like dice and shoot 'em 3 at a time It ain't nothing to me, it's serious but this is funny Ayo it's like Jerry McGuire so show me the money Matter fact let me take it home It's nothing to me, I know you feel soft and naked holmes So it's over, I break your bones, gimme that cake and I'm gone