JC (Battle Rapper) - Rosenberg Raw vs JC lyrics

[Round 1: JC] Wa**up lil fat n***a I know what you thinking right, the nerve of me The problem is you alone, I'm at home there's not one shook nerve in me Welcome to the Midwest, Yak town we in here? It's game time See we hate guys with fake lives About 10 minutes out here can change lives We live what you rap 'bout, sh** you act out could get yo brain fried They won't find you A stack could turn an amber alert into a First 48 crime Most I could say, you average, not a lot to say, that sh** stops today My flow too toll booth, you cross me you gotta pay I hope you listen, cause being too hood n***as known for slipping I seen ya type, no one's different, if you street than I'm Road Commission f** ya life, you in my state I could get you touched tonight Talk that sh**, my goons gon be on yo a** Huggie tight I already know your approach You gon talk about how you slanging them d** You got k**ers on deck, you hang with them thugs But you already lost to a n***a from the Mitten, you OJ Simpson n***as thought you was the k**er but the sh** ain't look the same When it came to the glove Welcome n***a, you see through I could get you Glad wrapped and trash bagged One finger get sh** open, I'm iPhone app fast Dip sh**, my clique sick, misfits when that sh** spit Ready with Rockets, get out of pocket you better be Vick quick When sh** get thick, out here reppin' time mean weapon time Tools out, big metal, sh** could fold a Decepticon I don't care what lane you in, if you in my street I'll swerve into 'em Heat to his scalp, put that burner to him and perm it through him 9's up, see how I cut, I bring surgeons to 'em Please b, yo act TV Out here you don't ask about real n***as, you come see me See right now you look uncomfortable And you know what happen when I was battling him So jumping in fires after him won't help either one of you You wanted that street sh**, and all the way now you felt tough So call home, tell 'em you got beef with them gloved up goons And see how fast your help come Research where you at, before you get to yelling, with yo' fat a** You jump in between that bread n***as will knock jelly out yo' fat a** My n***as ride different, we catch you in traffic; raid ya van Shots to his brain change his plans, every n***a I hang with blam I'm armed with the cannon like Mega Man I don't gotta aim it man, to box y'all up, I could pay shooters Then like Frank Lucas have the b**hes chop Raw up Welcome n***a, let's make music I got that AR-16 with the rockets flying Breeze through, make him eat clips (Eclipse) to stop his shine I'm trying to shootout that cla** of 2011 And right there I wasn't trying to rhyme, I meant literally Shoot out cla**, I will Columbine every n***a on that dotted line sh** get personal when them curtains move I'll put up that purse for you, it'll hurt to move Security won't work for you, you about to get broken off And I do not mean like paid, I mean like literally broken dawg I'm hoping y'all got the endurance to endure the sh** that I wrote for dawg Example; I catch your whole family on the sofa Raw Kick in the door, children and hoes, I rope wrote 'em all Ain't no celebration but I brought the toast for y'all Your b**h get tore up like warm-ups when the coaches call See you provoked this Raw, you know this sh** hot Since yo kids tied the only way they escape that heavy metal is if they Slip Knots If not, then n***a I'm bussing And I'll get rid of this big b**h family faster than Jennifer Hudson You just lost round one [Round 2: JC] Something told me yo fat a** would come at me like this s**s for you fat n***a Round 1 was the light sh** Now it's time for that vice grip, put an end to all that trife sh** Cause sh** get crucial Your style so f**ing generic, I know it better than you do Example; the street approach, we've seen it, take a different route All you doing is trying to convince yourself That you this n***a that you spit about Change ya pitch, ya words goofy you sound strange as sh** And nobody believes the four's will dump If you sound like Forrest Gump when you say the sh** But back to us, I got dollars I automatically dump I call them savages up, n***as that approach y'all static with pumps They'll attack that area where you stashing ya lunch Then put a hole straight through you Now yo n***as can watch yo back from the front That's real beef, they for real eat, my guys bring harm Move eights, it's too late to find an alarm Y'all remind me of Ray Charles, the sh** get ugly It's clear you don't wanna f** with it just by the size of the arms We body bringing, shotty squeezing, yo fam in a lobby screaming ER got doc's trying to jig saw body pieces They will k**, keep tools clapping, while dudes acting, Hugh Jackman I'm Real Steel, I'll show up to your hometown Ready to ride on him, no Polo now Four four knock yo hoes out with that can I black out Four Loko style You know what time it is, this is what real life rhyming is And though the line is thin, this is exactly what define us men n***as like you create that image, try to buy your fans Real n***as see the image but it's just a hologram See my n***as will go where I'm at, they stay ready to squeeze Uzi's Problems? I'll have my whole set on the road like that Speed movie These groupies remind me of b**hes, y'all got the same symptoms Claiming y'all loyal to the block, y'all got that thang with you But when money coming off that white, loyalty the last thing in 'em Them starving hoes turn Mario Soon as you hit that brick you see the change in 'em But let me find the pigeons fly off yo block and it ain't a dumb front We loading trucks up, hitting that b**h ready to Duck Hunt And see I ain't getting halfway mean n***a I will put out a blunt on your face to keep my ashtray clean I will show you n***as how to act, take you to where them ridaz at Let 'em run in ya sh** while you asleep and give 'em a stocking cap Let me a drop a fact, I don't know a n***a cold as me So it's gon cost checks to the n***a I cross next (necks) like a Rosary I'm ready for whatever That tool will melt you and any dude that helping These knuckles will make a G buckle like Gucci belts That sh** with Time Bomb was a warm up, y'all still got to see me spar He got to talking, I had to put the live sh** at a pause like DVR So if I'm too deep, I'm loaded, so is the man with me Pringles style, when you pop don't stop til the can empty You just lost round 2 [Round 3: JC] n***as like you get on get shine and immediately get to changing they style That's that fraudulent sh** The cloth that my clique cut from not available now It's called real, n***as that don't know how fraud feel y'all come ride with 'em But you n***as jumping at oncoming traffic to collide with 'em You not street You ever had a n***a who knew every block rule, popped tools and stayed on the block deep? Nice hand game and can box sweet, but could look you dead in yo eyes Point blank range, pop heat and not blink Yeah n***a, you got me A young n***a that ain't scared of sh**, I embrace this sh** I could bang a clip and flame a spliff while the barrel lit You could get hit with all types of bottles, we live by that Nike motto The name is real, talking will get the n***a you came with k**ed Cause they blaze the steel in the time it take for you to say you will That's that Yak sh**, n***as blast, sh** get bad we turn the cannon I throw my hood up they leave all you (oil) leaking like ya engine bad You a "would do" n***a, all these stories about what's gon' happen basic Honestly it don't show that you hood, it show imagination See real n***as laugh when lame just talk about the matics blazing But you should know hood code, we on the "wait til I catch you" basis All I'm hearing is Rosenberg Raw is vicious Dawg just listen the boy be spittin, but they meant literally Fat boy got that lisp, them "s" words is what cause all that spitting But see that's another bad vibe to a hood n***a, dawg suspicious Round here n***as who can't control they tongue, we call them snitches So know I'm doing what I can to make these n***as not rush you Before you speak on a hood n***a Realize you got all the hood symptoms to make n***as not trust you Now I done caught fat boy on a doze off There's lanes in these streets you don't cross I will send a slug that'll throw him through the sky And then stop by to heaven to drop his soul off You think muggin' get my people scared? Muggin' is an evil stare If they follow you home the 1st time, the 2nd time they'll meet you there You don't know the type of sh** I'm in My men will catch you at your mom's house and leave Rose planted in the garden He'll fit right in I could give a f** if you dig me or believe me, hell Most n***as don't understand til they feel it, it's like reading braille Losing gon be a win-win to you n***as, it's a fact To y'all broads, I'm on-star, you lost but I'll still get you on the map Speaking of maps, you in my house So know it's nothing to pull a homi in the club And know this, there's no prints when you catch a body in the glove Right now I'm for all types of action, bites and ratchets Snipes and stab him I put the glove on, then slide out like I'm Michael Jackson It's like that, long range snipe that, get a blade, slice that Or put pumps on right where they pump life at I'm a f**ing specialist catch this p**y unexpected We know he don't tuck the weapon, don't Raw mean unprotected? I'll bust the Desert, then the fif' slide out You are in a city I know inside out The clip blaze then the switchblade leave his insides out My men ride out, so if it's disrespect I'll get this h*mo pop When this can peel, I'm a man steeled like RoboCop Please Rose, second mic with that .4-5 I squeeze Rose Thought you was the one, that Bull sh** don't fly in the D, Rose You got did dirty in Jersey, then washed my Qleen, Rose This sh** pitiful n***a, I gotta k** all y'all, y'all ain't even hospitable n***a First Time Bomb, this a** whooping meant for you n***a I am all over PA like a principal n***a Lie to these n***as, tell 'em how you grip and blam uzi's How you in the 7 with the Eagle, you just a Vick fan, truly If it's real beef, my goons is in that big van cruising Hop out waving that AK like a fan in the Sixth Man movie You just lost the battle