Ian - Ian vs Roane lyrics

[Ian] Rookies vs Vets, man this card has all the Hallmarks of a funeral Got IV rooks taking Ls – it's like exercise when we X their i's/eyes: Roman numerals C/See every battle I wear my heart on my sleeve like a tatted Catholic, full metal Jack So what you doin' here DJ? This is MY church where I make the blood pour – now THAT's a Temple tap But your faith is in the Rappad vote going with flow like they can't go higher That's some shameful sh**, Rappad, f** a dick, y'all a bunch of Flo Ridahs/flow riders But go ahead, hit me with them flows and jokes instead of harder schemes You son some Shaky ground, tho, if you're playing to strengths and that's Carter Deems Well DJ getting Work, get ready to hurt – even comfort food can't save you Cuz I'm the Vet putting down all these cats – like Euthanasia/youth in Asia See he's kinda part Chinese mixed with Texas. Y'all should run for cover Ain't it funny tho how both are known for their walls, but he's on the fence about which one Trumps the other? So I won't let this Orient Express; I'll bring the Chin music, derail his train of thought Look: he's dis[Oriented} no wonder his Hyde response was such a painful drop Real Talk: tossing shots around but saying no response required? Well that tab, I'll pay it Cuz that's some watered down sauce, no wonder you thought it'd be something Hyde rated/hydrated It's like you were turning on Friends, tripping in these threads wholesale like Nautica But then all of a sudden it's like Bing! Chandler dropped his Monica/moniker So now it's Roane. What happened? Did your wife say it was time to grow up? Was it pushing from ya Pops? And now you got a baby coming cuz you didn't get the meaning of “pulling out all stops” But I ain't gonna say nothing f**ed up about that, I been there – it changes a man To see your child the first time; it wakes ya up, changes the plan See when I brought my daughter into this world Chandler, I knew my life would never be the same Cuz it's one thing to know they're coming, quite another to speak their name And when I was up to my elbows in her mama's blood, I couldn't speak through the heavy lump Rising in my throat and still hits me every time I even think of her, Bruh So when that day comes for you Chandler, I'll raise a gla** to you and to your new family Cuz I know can't f** you up more than when you see the damage that baby do vaginally [Roane] Ay yo first off, I hate RapPad for forcing me to battle someone that could bench me and my dad There's no punch coming, I'm just really uncomfortable with this situation So Ian is known in these RP streets for wordplay and metaphors and the fact that he can't be beat Well he's lost before, and probably forgot B4 on his Bingo Card that would've gotten him a car for sure Possibly a Ford, but certainly something he could afford Ian's an EMT and put that together and you get Ianemt, that doesn't rhyme with a lot of words I might be new to the battle scene and my wordplay isn't on Ians level But I can purge lames with a clean gavel handed to me by Mr. Clean's double Because without Ian's help my wordplay would be in trouble... Now I noticed that Ian spends a lot of time on discord While telling tales of dragons dancing like a disco Ord Talking to kids that haven't graduated high school and know nothing about this cord Likely teaching teens how to play keys like "no no no no no...." it's this chord This cat's a dope battler but on a track he's more hated than Uncle Sam Only ba*tard I've heard make something wack out of a track with Sutherland Two tracks with Mike and bodied on both fronts, you've beaten Mike in battles, but still working at the throne's front And I know you throw punches, by finding dope crutches from all of your old subjects Im new and improved, I eat punches like cold lunches and trash your raps like a mold muffin I'm a monster in my own right, reason your kids sleep at home, but require a nightlight And I'll swoop in and steal yo baby momma like a knight's right, and get beaten down pretty severely at fight time Cuz I'm a lean, keen, grinding machine, and you're big, mean, and kind of a G So I'll stay out of your way, cuz I know it'll bring nothing but trouble Just please work on cutting your breaths out better than you cut your stubble