Iron Solomon - Iron Solomon vs Jin lyrics

[Round 1: Iron Solomon] I ain't gon rap bout your background or origin I'ma rap bout the black cloud that's wrapped round your aura, Jin Cause when it rains it starts pouring Jin L'ma send you home poorer Jin Win the money by the bar and start pouring Gin/Jin We'll all take shots of Gin, then I'll take shots at Jin Get a blade and start oxing Jin, take away his oxygen His wife will swallow Solomon, go 'head call her Jin My syringe injected her lips like collagen He still wanna be my bestest friend, cause even Jin will tell ya He's p**y like estrogen, female genetalia He keeps switching genders, he's a degenerate Acting like a little lady and I'm trying to be a gentleman But I'm too diligent.... [Round 1: Jin] Now you think you a tough guy cause you came with a few brothers? That's the only time I heard a b**h say my name more times than your mother It's a flow like this that'll make you fall back That was some rehearsal sh**, that ain't called rap I don't f** with cats outside of my circle You are nowhere near the exact radius So here's a bit of advice You might wanna consider changing your rap alias The real Solomon was a king, this clown seems more of a diva So after I make 'em my b**h, you can call yourself the queen of Sheba As far as the iron goes watch how I spit that hot sh** And melt with my d**h defying flows The 20's and 50's is cool but the 100's I'm eyeing those Cause records ain't selling these days, sh** I would know And you don't wanna turn this to an Asian vs. White thing Cause that's just not exciting, but even Spike's last name is Lee So I suggest you Do The Right Thing You the rapping Chuck Norris, I'm the cat you can't beat Bruce died resurrected and came back in the form of a battle MC And your girl, I seen her apartment, I had her knees on the carpet... [Round 2: Iron Solomon] I am King Solomon, I give Queen Of Sheba more pleasure I'll do it to your chick cause you just a court jester Talking 'bout, "I'm freestyling, I'm freestyling when I'm spitting my poems His sh**'s written I know it!" Quit b**hing and hoeing! Keep spitting your freestyles you childish MC You ain't winning these G's clown your styling is free And I spit paid styles for the highest of fees After this Jin will probably wanna buy 'em from me Betting his wealth? Get him some help, he's getting ahead of himself I'ma beat him, he'll buckle, someone get me my belt He said it himself in one of them rhymes in one of them joints you got Wait, I don't know none of your rhymes, none of your joints is hot Your careers the saddest story, all your battles corny Now you and Canibus can share the same category [Round 2: Jin] So you know about my career and all of it's ups and downs He probably Googled Jin, added to his favorites, this guy's a f**ing clown Yeah my album flopped, but I ain't with the rest of the crew That was three years ago, I expected so much more Is that the best you could do? And don't get it twisted, mention one of my prior losses My sources tell me he's a cop disguised as a rapper working for higher forces And I don't say that for the fact that he's Caucasian I say that cause on his way here he wrote me a parking citation So everybody here, watch what you say when you stand next to this guy Cause if you say the wrong thing you might be next to get fried He'll come to you like "Ayo what'd you think about my 2nd verse?" But wait, before you say anything Why don't you show me your weapon first He's the wrong guy to aggravate Yeah, I'm bout to smack you A Cause when it comes to this, when it's time to rap His face turns all red like the tip of my dick when I ejaculate And we all know the myth about battle rappers not making hot songs But yo, to a certain extent that theory is not wrong Cause I been doing this for awhile, if I was truly garbage I'd be "going going..." But listen, your boys don't take you to the club Cause when you around women get scared, you can't see me Literally your vision impaired [Round 3: Iron Solomon] I did write him a ticket, you better make the court date, b**h And judging by the money you put up You won't be able to afford to pay it See Jin, I really thought you ought to be smarter He's a soft little b**h but he wanna be harder So he tries hard in the studio cause he wanna be better But he keep having a battle cause he wanna see cheddar He wanna stack G's, he wanna see figures He wanna be a G, he wanna squeeze triggers He probably standing on phone books cause he wanna be bigger He said "I quit!" then came right back, he wanna be Jigga [Round 3: Jin] No more Mr. Nice Guy cause I'm really not caring I'm about to get on some bullsh** and just start calling you Aaron That's his government name, back in the day he wasn't the same In fact, you talk about Jigga? I'm partially the reason you became what you became I know you ain't forget man, remember? '01 when I served you down at wetlands? I had the mic to his neck fam[ and had his head so f**ed up To the point that it was stretching out his sweatband It was me and him in the final round He was like "Oh sh**, I don't know what to expect man," I said "put the mic down, slowly step away from the check, scram!" I know your strategy, stop babbling He sits at home writing rhymes, dissing you all day Then when the time comes, he takes out the "you" And replaces it with the name of whoever he's battling I mean that's the habit he has, rewriting his rhymes That's a habit and that's the pattern shown There's a channel on YouTube where you can watch him doing that alone I mean I do it on occasion, but my rhymes are hard to forget He do it like he's rockint a show and that's just part of his set I know you wanna do rebu*tals, you got the right to be mad But yo, Solomon, I fathered your career too, yo So don't fight with your dad And right now he's starting to feel like life is a drag Cause he started having identity crisis he can't decide if he's a dyke or a f*g