JC (Battle Rapper) - 100 Bulletz vs JC lyrics

[Round 1: 100 Bulletz] 100 Bulletz vs Julian Carter, lets set it off with facts Every battle he gon' knock you out, lil' boy talkin' smack Try swingin' at my home base, that's foul right off the bat I will drop the gloves an' son Carter… no hockey scrap You lost to T-Dubb O; I put O in a bag! Dubb sacks Left that Crip leakin red, now he safe where Bloods at The Tommy for this Rugrat; No car seat but son strapped Toe to toe, J's getting' stepped on like the clubs packed f*ggoty Twirls… he does that: gave Calicoe… a sponge bath Jay, you are a**! I see that's somethin' I gotta run back “J-u-r-a-s-s-i-c,” spelled Jura**ic for this dumb a** Cuz this Raptor City, we boo Carter every time he come back! I'll snatch Jay J's, for Good Times, arms clappin'… Dynamite If the Nina singin' in front of ya crib it won't be a silent night The Feds want answers; lookin' for JC but ain't findin' Christ Cuz I'm speedin of with Jules in the trunk like a diamond heist Head shot! Bullets follow the beam like a guiding light Want suicidal I'll pill (peel), caps in ya mouth, no cyanide You a buster in the ring, but ain't no upset this title fight I'm Don King, puttin' n***as in da box with an Iron Mic I'll bruise Carter with the Cowboy, when this star wars, I k** a clone Stay schemin'! Long rounds put you to sleep… Chilla Jones The way he talk like he hella hard, you'd think he caught a felon charge His Caustic battle's the closest he ever been to the cell n' bars You knew you was getting bodied; you a pessimist loser! Why? Oh you see why! I see why n' I see a “L” in ya future! This dummy don't get it! I shoulda spelled it out sooner You cynical; Y-O-U C-Y-N-I-C-A-L in ya future They didn't stop you at the border, that's the reason you lost Read the bible; you know what happens when JC get across? Jesus Christ, keep talkin' bout the ma**es you lead You gettin' nailed with the hammer, for the trash that you said Judas me, you get left hangin', gaspin for breath N' this time JC ain't comin' back from the dead [Round 1: JC] So Organik hit my phone like "Ayo JC, wa**up it's Organik King of the Dot Put ya money where ya mouth is, Toron..." I said "What?" You are the reason that I'm pissed that I'm even here n***a, If I hear another muthaf**ing scheme this year Let me break down why I'm so dangerous We've witnessed me give the same JC on every stage and keep winning The sh** is too easy Ya'll just find somethin and scheme with it, so I'm start the show We never really seen that TOMMY work, that's what I brought it fo' But surely (Shirley) I love that BIG b**h her heart is cold (Cole) Mama got that stash, we ran in that apartment do' Word on the street It's all talk and his momma know So when a n***a wig with that ratchet it's not a Martin role Bullets are you going through a midlife crisis or something? Damn you finished But ain't you like a family man with a family van you gripping? Well that's a perfect situation for me, have that family missing Few shots flip that van he whipping that's vandalism Bro, this is not you, somethin also took you out and you came out alive You a hair away from being the next f*g, this is a jet crash Just a plane out the skies (Plain out disguise) Now I have no other way to do it though He's a 30 plus, battle rapper who started off a scheme with Pokemon You're going through it bro But they hype that sh**, nobody said this n***as over 30 When pokemon was popping, you were too old to like that sh** But I would run from this? Funny sh**, they all know you gone die Stomach it, I'm a glitch I f**ed up the game I'm too cold for the game no Sugar coatin the game but that sh** feel like I just put a code in the game See nothing about your swag say what you act Except that Pokemon scheme, that's why they call you wack And watch, next round I'm break down bar for bar how... You fat Your turn [Round 2: 100 Bulletz] You the same size as Chucky This Child's Play! Don't toy with me! The Arm out! Nap kins with the trey if you ordered beef You'll be floatin' in a lake if you wanna test ya boy… and see Fast forward: You'll be floatin in a lake if you wanna test ya buoyance But Bulletz never popped nothin', yeah, that's what they all said I'ma husky Canadian! I got at an igloo n' a dog sled? Naw…To battles I led dogs... ya givin Bulletz easy wins, these n***as all dead! Reverse that! dead all n***as! These wins easy! Bulletz givin ya dogs lead! I been through Hell and back with Spawn powers, puttin' in Lebron hours When the Heat is on I'm suited for the win like Juwan Howard A lethal sport! The People's Court; bang hammers if we want it settled You don't murder guys, around danger, you turn n' hide… Dr. Jekyll You agreed to battle Daylyt, ducked n' took a match with me He got pissed, you got scared… ran… never paid back the league When a k**er in the hood plottin' to sneak you... it ain't Assa**ins Creed This snake in the lawn, fakin' so long we just had to cut the gra** to see Hold up I bet they still bring you Crayon's at Applebee's, n' you steal em when they not lookin' You Bill Cosby in Jell-O ads; the way you make money is off putting (pudding) Respect as a man, you get none; videos t**n for a child molester, you did one; If you ever been shot, it was the “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” Gun A said, “Little man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with So, no matter how far you go to battle… it's still technically a field trip.” You get that Joey Jihad in Flemo Park, grab his feet; dragged to Parma I'ma leave you with a holey grill if I hit u with this magnum Carter JC God's Son? I Made You Look like and amateur either way It ain't Hard To Tell, All I Need is One Mic to Ether J All that drive n' hit a brick wall; that's a bag for this crash dummy You a Baby son, these punches lean Carter 4 that Cash Money When JC poppin' N' Sync; too easy, I could flip harder If I catch him dancin' in a Backstreet… Boy, that's when bullets Nick Carter You better conceal vest or still own (Slyvester Stallone) gats; Cuz it's Rocky when I Get Carter After ya date with Destiny Child, that little I.V. on ya hip Carter Now, that's beyond say (Beyonce), your average bar; if ya'll think this kid'll play me? You n***as crazy; that .40 blew/Blue Carter like Jigga Baby Ya name's Julian Carter, breakin it down shouldn't be hard When Bulletz hit J, you lying, on a cart in the E.R [Round 2: JC] You are so weird to me And oh so lame breaking yo neck just so these people know yo name Well I always wondered why you flow so strange You know that DM I got from Chilla BM? Well yo hoe came Now her approached was strange I got to lookin at her pics to see if she posed to show her frame But her fat a** only had neck up shots I said ain't she posed to show her frame But anyway I got dirt on this n***a just by talkin to her You know the game, but see I had a hunch back (Hunchback) then And didn't know the dame (Notre Dame) Bullets, put that mothaf**ing pad down, your last round, yo last round Say something to make the crowd hate us I'm quick to tip, I got a proud waiter Pull out that pin, explode on everybody I'm Al-Queda Name a n***a who style greater, I'm too complex They say turn that sh** down I feel like loud neighbors But this n***a has nothin cooking, but a bunch of pudding And you funny looking Crazy is you clone dudes, I'll clone you Load a chopper, have 100 Bulletz facin 100 bullets Tonight, you will never be a star in this life Deal with me, exercise your bargaining rights My swag american flag, I'm a star wit some stripes So realize this the defining moment I brought to your life and talk to me right Now what's your chance of winning this? You know this gone cost you tonight? You'll probably lose a few fans, get laid but get caught by your wife You thought of this right? See this part of your life should be non-existent Dan k**ed you, now me God tried to steer you apart from this twice, but you won't listen So now it's gone hurt you to see I don't get personal, but you will need a nursing in the ring Cause next round I'm a show you God didn't bless you with talent He cursed you with me [Round 3: 100 Bulletz] Okay, everything I'm about to say is 100% true I talked to ya boys out in Pontiac; they said little Julie need to fall back You got no car, no job, you don't hustle, these are all facts! You live with your co*k-eyed sister, who looks like Bubbles, in a small flat That's a Trailer Park… Boy:, I'm leavin' Julian dressed in all black Here's some more facts: You a deadbeat dad who ain't' raisin ya kid You ain't seen ya son/sun in a minute; you should've named him Eclipse Every kid need a father figure, I guess yours wasn't afforded one Oh yeah, you scared of Daylyt? Maybe that's why you avoid ya son/sun He'll say he got the mack on his lap, while he mackin' on some chicks Ain't trappin, or 6'5" but he imaginin' he is Look in the mirror; this reflection is what actually exists Of course you want me to take that mirror down, you been actin like a Bish You know it's d**h when decay involved, Silky Johnson with all these haters ya'll Back slappin' n macs clappin… it look like the Players Ball This kid ain't bussin in a school block, you supposed to be a pistol popper You a No Limit Soldier, ya brother C-Murder like Siilk the Shocker Missin' longer than Jimmy Hoffa, find ya Granny, lift the walker Now, you buyin' her a cane (Hurricane), Carter, like the wrongfully convicted boxer Versatile; Decidin' which craft to k** him like Wiccan doctors The GTA: But it's San Andreas if you see Jay with the chopper I'm on ya neighbourhood, the .45 singin' like Mr. Rogers You see the long nose in the jeans like Scotty Pippen father On Christmas, I found Cole/coal in my house more than Martin & Gina Sing and dance round Bulletz, you play the part of Selena This match bring racquet to the net when I swing hard as Serena Rock the Boat, you crash, burn and ripped apart like Aaliyah Either J-Lo or that ring leave a Marc on a diva For paper, I'll roll up and leave J sparked like Khalifa Ya bodies lyin everywhere if we sparred in arenas No! Bodies, lions, everywhere... that's a Spartan arena Combine punchlines and wordplay and this here what you got The illest rapper spittin on the camera since 2Pac You shoulda wore a Teflon Jason mask, and a bullet proof hoodie too Cuz they was right… guns don't k** people.... BULLETZ DO!” [Round 3: JC] I've been everywhere, Bars, swag, I give you that feel with it I'm a pimp or the Don is a orthodontist That's why n***as steel/still grilling {slight choke} I barely arrived, they already expecting a scary surprise These lames said I'm brain dead on the contrary my mind very alive A terror to guys, erase a few, the hip, bluetooth capable I pair it with nines Face it Bulletz, it will be so many headshots They will find yo face in bullets I will have yo whole team facin bullets You got a sorry flow and I see Mario when I think of facing Bulletz This all-mental yall temple don't hold enough See I perfect my craft, I go get by on shoulder shrugs World Domination 4 I'm the reason you got a spot on it I mean Last time we was lined up, I curved Bulletz, he's not Wanted On Wanted the bullets curved see, that's where dog buckle Cause that long shuffle was full of schemes in the wrong huddle See while they still wait, that steel, steal weight, knock pounds off muscle I brought trouble, that chopper is what I could let collect cholesterol from you Now that sh** sound like I studdered til you hear the thought bubble I said the chopper is what I could let collect cholesterol from you Now Bulletz, I've never been a n***a you could just get by out here You just in line out here All I need is all the right angles to outline this square I'm picture perfect Picture perfect, picture perfected like we the same kind But I stand behind what I do, we don't even write with the same grind Quit scheming, we get it! That's all that's keeping you from a real win Adjust all that and you found one my n***a, until then... You just lost the battle