FilmOn.TV - Daylyt vs Serius Jones lyrics

[Verse 1: Daylyt] Serius, Serius, Serius, let me hand you a tip You battling a Prince, the Purple Rain king you see the kid in his great fit I scream “Free Quincy!” that's the same sound when it's plane round The Cheerio taste with the main style from James Brown Now that I'm on they good foot I give em a straight kick Great spit, you could tell by my Caesar I'm finna go ape sh** The goon who demand for the band put two in symphony You doomed mentally, I'm who you called out For saying I'm drawn out, that's why they tune into me I make the house sell, I'm who they adore, knock k**ing All that hot grillin, get hit with the four man You in fear to be hurt? Jerk if this appear to be work, then we can get along, sure man But if we can't? He come back to win, he Siamese lunch Chinese crunch, chin smashers, not to chase Get in my rocket space, we'll send NASA d**h, skin grafter, body line, puppet, f** it I'm the pin master Every round that I come in contact with Show y'all that it's nothing on the Lens Crafter I'm past the faze, Church, half god, half man, I'm Hercules n***a I scare the soul, Derrick Rose, I'm hurting these n***as Please n***a, ya last catch was ba** fresh, you who they sent to see But you the staff rep for bad breath, this sh** was meant to be But it's cold breath for the old ref, he been official Old ref beneficial n***a you'll probably die in a year For the simpleton fans, I'm the Michelin man, I body entire careers Wait soldier, don't panic it's the planet takeover The plate holder, I terraform the terror, the goblin k**er Y'all know I'm a problem n***a, I'm from the era When Mook, Lux left the game with the dead smell It was pa**in for a stink I held up, played Zelda, I had everybody asking for the Link Jones don't be phony, homie you know me, we decode the cold truth I seen the totem pole, I was right there on that golden road too I'm the same pup from the yellow brick road, but you who I'ma total dog I black, Liberia, the god fearin the guy who meet every criteria And that's why I'm the pro to call (protocol) Now they giving me crazy hugs, baby love, put me on a cupid card Went from being the square-pants of the rap list, now I'm Patrick The whole world calling me a stupid star But that's on every magazine print n***a We press the issue on n***as who scared of loc'in We hope he go but he Pinocchio Boy would ride out but ya pedals broken You wanna be a winner that much? If they write he could be cold Gun like the Matrix too you're right it could reload Dick head done got into a warm mess, you like the p**y hole Defeat/the feet will swing in ya circle, you like to Tootsie Roll But I rep Watts, that's the team then You knew I was gon come correct when you see men Lyt across, I'm a writing boss, that's why they call me king pin This sh**'s a breeze, a ease then a sneeze when I met you n***as God bless you n***as,I gotta rap, at the bottom slack But I just might address you n***as I flesh you n***as, I rest you n***as, the rest you n***as come and get me Moral of the story, when I'm serious Serius, you not f**in with me Lyt… SERIUS JONES They said “you wanna battle on Ether vers' Daylyt?” I said “he gotta be just rap” But as you can see soon as we get here, it's like ya outfit An obvious mismatch I heard you was gon do some Inception thing Ain't that the beginning of something? Then that's retarded Cuz off the head this sh** done already ended before it started I heard Quill could see the definition to see if Quill was representing But if it's Quill as in penning something ill then that's forgiving But it's not very gangster, in fact it's not very clever as a nerd Ask Mickey if this is Facts cuz I dissected the word And Quill is a form in a thin tube and the main tailfeather of a bird So that's what you repping on ya neck? A thin tube or gay bird? You mean to tell me a Crip from Watts Writes his rhymes shaking a tailfeather? Say word And you must be drinking ink to think Day writing is better Oh I get it, you Quill cuz your bars they light as a feather So the Queen Of The Ring wanna be the King Of The Dots Until you get beamed out of this planet and since ya antics is all a scheme Let's make a scheme out of ya antics I did the Math on you, try to sleep me on stage I'll divide you in half Till ya feet get splashed Take them Spawn boots off you then ski on ya mask Ya shine is a Thriller jacket, zip em up If you the slave then I'm the master bruh I'm on the Interstate in a Challenger with 3 Ks Ready to put them white sheets on you so you could stay in character See you not Batman Day, you not even Bruce Wayne you a liar But I'll tell you off the bat man, you so marked out You should change ya last name to McGuire See you gon die after the sh** I say today to Day It's no more to combat when I put that gun in ya mouth And say “don't move” and you say “mkay mkay” See you a booty shot, I couldn't sell you light or tell you shake And if I squeezed on you ya body would wind up so out of place They could tell you fake See if you wouldn't tell not to be ya cell mate I might could sell you weight Now the Doctor's gon have to wait til cells mate To make the d** they gotta help you take I take this fool to a splash, turn ya b**h into a pool Turn ya food into a bag, dripping through a tube I get you blue like ya rag when you gripping on the tool I'm flamed up like ya flag when you Bicken Back Bein Bool You old day, but that's okay cuz I bought the juice to Los Angeles That mean I bring the steel with me, pinch ya b**h up over a Q And they can't even tell who old man quill is Old Man Quiles, Bishop, Juice, Steel, Los Angeles I change ya ceiling but I don't paint with ladders, these ladders they paint You try to climb up in my window early morn' Turn Spawn to a latter day Saint You can't pull a wool over a wolf's eyes, I pull that wool up on em My bars is so hard, n***as in the yard do pull-ups on em Before y'all came on stage I hope y'all put some pull-ups on em Cuz I'ma pull out on em soon as I pull up on em See I'm the man that f**ed Pam in San Fran and made the Bay-watch Cave gun lines in ya face, you know how Tay Roc Speaking of Roc, I don't care how chiseled you are Cuz pressure make diamonds but granted You lost ya marbles, we diggin you Show you how to get cooked on TV, no Emeril Do this Amber Alert a** n***a biblical Oh you don't see where I'm going here yet? I figured since he robbed the culture So let's give him the fate of the thief and stone him to d**h I'm the one, you got more for us, never can never, that's ya spaceship Before you take the red pill hit em with a flying knee Yo look like he was doing the Matrix And I wasn't gon say sh** bout this gay sh** But let me get this straight, quick Okay, so you a gangsta and a nerd, you a f*ggot and you straight Who wears a mask over the mask you already tatted on ya face So you Batman and you're Spawn, you're Daylyt and you're Quill But you know what that means, if you're all those you're nobody for real I treat this like a drug deal, you might say why Cuz my attitude is like the fiends, never cared if Day/they die I remember when I was young n***a I tested some I got shook, it had my brain fried The point of the story is I ain't get paranoid since I was Yay high Ain't no intervention can tame yo life You like a coke head with a weak nose You keep hitting the same line twice You try to spoon me, I'ma pull the burner on this blue flame You get tied up, shot, just for being a h**n vein (hero in vain) I got that petico, ask Lush One, he knows Address me and get violated if I'm P.O.'d You thought I might slip and maybe lose a round, but no I reload You about to get 84 grammed, n***a that's 3 O'd You go! [Verse 2: Daylyt] In the Math battle, you looked like me, yeah you stay fly What you bout 6'3”? 6'4”? 6'4”? Well after the Math punch you was ‘yay' hi Sk** is something I could loan (cologne) you, but it might cost n***a Patience, they say it's hard to give cadence to the fragrance of a lost n***a But I could tell by ya voice you smell like Detroit That explains why his last round was decent (D scent) I mean the man still don't understand what I'm saying when I say I'm concrete crippin, but n***a you gon find out what the C meant Let's put this stone You ready to rock? Sure let's get nastier than when they watch Borat Based on what my mind crafted it's gon put everybody in box format I'm God, it's true I got em los Punches i land I'm too Bahamas los Double bars I'm too Guantanamo Piranha flow, snapping, rapping for the long drop, the crew Geronimo You not for the drama, even my mama know, you too comical It's crucial, ya crew should vaminos, they gotta know It's only one I b**h, in this future I'ma show In the future I'ma show nobody better We don't do gambling with females The outer stop but the middle will/wheel continue They like goddamn she on a Sprewell/spree well That's just the Watts route n***a I seen pop shoot up from the top couch Since a kid I sense zones, it's the Flinstones n***a I grew up in a rock house Where every second it could happen n***a, K up beside the bed Draw the chrome I lay up with arms behind my head, I'm Karl Malone But I said any second it could happen n***a Pops told me never hesitate to slap a n***a With the heater boy, it's Vegeta boy, I'll nap a (Nappa) n***a Before I befriend you I mean ya whole team look a lil sweet, they kinda Ginyu I'll amend you, all you can (shoryuken) be flames you tried the Ken move Dollar menu, let's keep it a buck If the levees break for these geeks, it's bad luck We set it straight, I'm Kevin Gates, I'm just eating his a** up Say hello to Daylyt, AKA Mr. Spazz Life If we clash, it's Steve Nash, I show you that I'm past nice But I often wait, off the gate, you'll find out what I'm fence to do I chrome round money, I hope that make sense to you No? Okay, they give Jones the start, it's all play dough Volcano, ya tip hold the spark They call Day tho, it's a Tornado, I come to rip homes apart sh**, Jones a mark They don't know if ya b**h n***a, b**h b**h n***a The b**h just Madea But just know ya a** would be gra** in a split second, “Ch-ch-ch-chia!” Take a close look at my brother, thuggin like a maf**er Tat on his face too n***a, you know the signs Even my granny will clap, for a murkin fee she murk with ease n***a my whole family clap, “Hercules! Hercules!” If the legends had a list, n***a you'd come in super last You like Serena Williams, over the net you super a** One line will smoke em, I got in my hookah stash You like a cape on a garbage can, this n***a super trash SERIUS JONES That's cute he came with the fam, but see I'm a forefather But after son I see why battle rap's missin me cuz look what they givin me A n***a reppin Crip with the most red flags in battle rap history But see I don't just take off, I take offers It's too late for Daylyt's Savings when I make Day darker See I'm a vampire that ain't scared of sun And it's time somebody put dog on a leash and I'm the Day walker They asked me “why would I take this battle?” I said cuz technically this is the most challenging position to be in And if you don't get it then peep then cuz I'ma give y'all the reason See I been hit up by demons I done battled in the prisons to the cement I even last time on stage I had b**hes t**n Y'all see when they sh** on the P But I never been on stage with a n***a that might start Twerking, sh**ting or peeing I mean, who raised you my n***a? Well if it was ya moms then And it wasn't them grape street crips and Watts'n I don't get it cuz I know some k**ers from Bompton Some 60's from Carson, and them Jordan Down n***as is hard man And I know they might string yo a** up But I didn't know they start letting n***as in thongs in I can't believe that over the C's they ain't sock you in yo head For making the set look like some homemade G thang Slow it down, I said I can't believe that overseas You had a sock on ya dickhead and a homemade G string And we know this grape is a fruit But I don't know how y'all let him walk through y'all hood Cuz now we know when he say he bu*t naked with the shotgun He probably talking bout Suge I don't see the Lyt of Day, I heard he was a L evader (elevator) Well I eat the same Rice as Ray, so let's see what they ravin' bout Cuz when we riding in the streets, some things you can't just write away So let's play a conversation out Let's say you crip walking down grape street, and see the homies They deep and like “Aye Day, come smoke some this cookie it's real loud” What you gon say? “Aye wa**up cuz, I'm just showing my a** for the set You know I'm trying to make Tookie be proud You only making noise cuz you a loud a** n***a You know that “I'm not coming around if that n***a's around” a** n***a Sir cuz (Circus) like he the ring master and jump off trampoline But need tricks to make it through a fire round a** n***a I think we all know what we call those, clown a** n***as! This b**h n***a see a g**n and say “let's be in” (lesbian) Drama I bust too, f** the DOC we could go there now But when the pigs out fox him it's “Momma I love you, POP hold it down” I don't see the law, yeah I'm legally blind just like shorty You get one of mines booked, we wrap ya paperwork around the shank Stick you with ya side of the story See I sh** on stages, you don't sh** on stages You just be reaching and straining, that's ya gut You got a fight going on inside you so I take CLIPS, hit ya SOUL through ya ABs Calm that sh** down and break that sh** up And if you still got some OG's Aktive, they should be very scared Cuz they macking with wavy Jerry hair, and one spray at ya OG's top Activator everywhere It's mack in the arena, it's on mack in the arena And I brought that mac in the arena It's old but it's still playing yeah that Mac's a ringer When you get hit, he won't know if he lost his keys Got hit six times or doing the Macarena My demeanors meaner, I'm Kujo, no Boris, y'all singers I make you collapse on stage You won't wake up out ya coma til August, Alsina I told you stay on ya toes, but you put on a leotard and a cape f** is you a ballerina? For awhile now I was tied down by the same ropes I once showed n***as Almost buried by the same shovels I gave gold diggers For fifth'ers blazing in glory quote Jones scriptures I was smacking cats off camera before Smack could even grow whiskers I put in work! You job a** n***as is a** I come through like a backwards Moses Cuz after I part this C/sea then I lift up the staff I feel Dre Cuz I would've still been on d**h Row if I let my division subtract his a** But instead of the camera I put the beats on him on the low so I could get back to stash That's how I got Shady after Math Whats worse than a n***a that gets personal with you and turn on a n***a These f**ers in the culture got me on fire like Ferguson, n***a And I don't mean the pigs when they did it But I take this job cuz this only time I could k** a n***a in front of the world and get away with it Round 3 Daylyt [Verse 3: Daylyt] That's what's wrong with these stupid out-of-state n***as Come to Cali and be lost'n You dumb a** n***a, ain't no 60's up in Carson! As the bottom stare, this is a step down to the king We can actually see who the peasant, Jones Don't be mad cuz you got wrapped in a box, n***a Just be happy to be in my presence (presents) They said you was gifted when you battled Jin All that mouth drilling and that's what got ya feelings up But the difference is you Clifford The world consider you a big dog, but technically you still a pup But guess what big dog? You done stumbled in a puddle of defeat I peeped ya two paws wet You better get ready for the Chevy cuz, I'm who the crew call vets But it's magnificent, this where you get left frozen p**y Cold twat, you know me, my M.O., G (Emoji) One small sign could say a whole lot But you notice first round I ain't get personal Second round I ain't get personal, third round we get personal This where it get gory bro In my Mook voice, everybody wanna know so here's how the story go Lush One called me, I was getting some head… He said we got a battle for you & it might involve you getting some bread I said “Who is he?” he said “Serius” I said “Serious? This n***a dead!” First thing I did was push P. Diddy off of the bed On some real n***a G sh** I used to think you was a cold k**a And everything changed right after the “wooo!” n***a You told me verbatimly, before the Math battle, you like to squabble 30 minutes into the Math battle ya chin got hit, you like to wobble I seen this cat walk then I seen Math run way, you like a model If it was me he would've got a shell over that beef, you like the taco He would've got chipped for the cheese, you like the nacho The best luck for another stretch truck, you like a Tahoe I would've lined up a round for this n***a, you like a waffle Then put that same round next to the chicken, you like the Roscoe's I would've left his face all out of place, you like Pica**o Then I let it burn in here, you like a hot comb Then I let it ring in the middle of ya face, you like 2Pac nose Another serious n***a getting ripped in the middle of the club, you like Belasco's But it's a difference between Cali n***as and y'all n***as When we get hit we rally n***as, John Sally n***as Backshot, Ricky in the alley n***as But the difference between us is these n***as walk up to a person and say “If you need some help, I got ya” A Cali n***a walk up to you like “aye homie you need some help?” *Blocka! Blocka!* But a raz on him, it's time to spaz on him n***a I'm done with this n***a I'm bout to let the homie spaz on him Vicious get him cuz… Dre Vishiss: [I took the sweet potato on the cannon and made can yams Two burners, Jean and Claude, kicking out the Van, Damn If I clap, turn victims into snacks when it boom boom and blam blam Cuz all my bullets all they do is zoom zoom and wam wam n***a If I clutch that heater it ain't a buzzer beater I should've been on Ether too so I'ma Ether you Have you hiding from 2 5's like n***as was playing peek-a-boo Right here where these people be leaving you, I'll be leaving you I'm a motherf**in monster with stripes, you'll get ya Beetlejuice] Beatz Gatlin: [I don't wanna hear no bars About nobody from my la familia you familiar with Daylyt is Daylyt, that's that n***a I'll slap n***as and that's facts, anybody could get familiar with] SERIUS JONES See y'all be knowing Jones, b I accept a whole fee with my palms high like a coconut tree Ironic a n***a reppin purple is now sour and wanna get higher While trying to smoke the OG But see my shots swisher, my speech finish like I'm Dutch I could have ya entourage tubed up, but I roll old school I'd rather hit the lick and rip off the paper after I empty ya guts Good morning, scope in ya mouth, clear out a distance That gun smoke aroma it'll choke ya, air out the witness I move forest, ya Inglewood could share my statistics Ya OG while you was on ya side kicking b**boos I was on my grizzly; I put Smokey The Bear out of business Y'all probably got some fire that been burned by you Cuz I had a grow house in LA with some nerds I knew He thought the Mob was Goodie he tried “peeking in the window” Trying to see the herb I grew I put the Eagle in Quill's face just so I could give him a bird's eye view I played with toys since a boy, my Armstrong so I stretch more I Chutes with Ladders, if the chips fall where they may then I connect four I heard Bobby Johnson is like South Central They make it whisper when they throw lead So deuce deuce, pull out the stash Take out the nose and let you meet Mr. Potato Head You don't want ya kid to be an orphan, do you? Look at me king, I'm talking to you Ya name's Day right? Alright You thinking ya son/sun will be most important to you You know he gon Google ya legacy one day The banana splits was sweet enough But the doo doo brown syrup That's gon be the cherry on top for ya son day (Sundae) See you know what, I get it, you don't care about being wealthy You got ya whole clique in here You getting embarra**ed lookin crazy and y'all taking selfies I'm doing you greasy and I'ma rub it in cuz you flaky as goat skin I get the itch, ankle strap, where I keep that cal of mine? Low shin (calamine lotion) Bump me? And I grab what I wear on my pants leg Show you I'm a Patriot when I start airing, her and Diz (Aaron Hernandez) See you can't beat me with Batman or Spawn's powers This god hour, ya soft coward bars sound like talking flowers on powder Talk louder, walk louder, spark wilder Your raps Al Qaida Cuz ya fly is too plain to blow up, lost towers I rep the east but we respect the west where I'm from They ask me do they got bars, I say “bar-none” Is there comp? Tons (Compton) But if you ain't from neighborhoods and you riding in the city Stay in ya car, son (Carson) My East Los Vatos don't play Ya b**h get g**ned and s**ed in the Chola way Brought her to my homes, I said “Jones, no you don't have to pay Cuz see ma, she audele See it's some freaks you can bank on That leave you down by the riverside when they blast the nina Even Ms. Howard said she'd be a freak until the Day but this is Past Adina/Pasedena See I mack until I'm down on my last with 10 toes In the Bay with a bag of pills, it's look like a sac of mentos (Sacremento) See I heard n***as from Watts was live wires And they let them guns blow proudly But he was talking about letting the pounds go on camera But he was quiet in New York, I said maybe you're from Humble County See you play a lot of gun games but this ain't Halo kid Cuz I turn this to City Of God, let that metal ring over ya head Send you to where ya lost angel is (Los Angeles) My clip full these n***as been scared It's like a fat b**h with a waist trainer So what it's hanging out the bottom I'm still gon squeeze everything in here I'll blow out Kevin's heart for the right price n***a Aye Daylyt, you ever go ‘night night' n***a? Matter fact n***as sleep when you on, you ain't Day, you night Lyt n***a You don't even like dark skin n***as, you h*mo, you like light n***as Aight man you know what, f** it I'm done son Next time you better not cut me off or I'ma f** you up Lush One