King of the Dot - Madflex vs Lu Cipher lyrics

[Round 1: Madflex] Don't you know to take yo' shoes off when you come into somebody house? “This K.O...T.D, you get knocked out, just for touching down My Arsenal: Caustic...his D.N.A. in Dirt bag is under ground,” Lu, you say some sh** like that, if Urkel ain't leaving, it's Hurricane season I'm throwing you in the f**ing crowd f** all of that dumbing down Who want what? One-two box cut leave Lou mopped up I been Kobe when the shot come in the shark tank Big fish and the home team in the aqua Rush in (Russian) and he smearin' off (Smirnoff), little homie, it don't mean vodka f**ing punch take Lu back like Chernobly in the hot tub Quit playing the k**er, Lu, you not one This Lu person keep it a hundred; that's higher than Lou percent You died before you got here, Lu, I hired the looper sent Talk money, it's not funny when Lu purse end From here on out, I'm charging Lu per cent Now that's some effortless sk** He ain't gon check me for real The exodus will, eventually feel like you were f**ed before the credit came; this Netflix and chill You less than a meal Rap game Charlemagne, guard ya chain This for every gift that Lou didn't send on Father's Day Look at him He's got my eyes Even though you got your mama name Trees riding the Bentley like Scarlett Payne on Arbor Day Then drop all of his diamonds in the road like the carpool lane All types of ill sh**, when I pa** a fire over his head To bring an end to a couple points like Marlon Wayans Do.. we.. have.. a.. problem, Lu? That's all I'm saying Hey, sh**, that's just the build up, I been trying to get the bills done Pick the ice up singing La Bamba, that's a Lou diamond fill up I'll k** him You cheesy "Lu easy, and a purchase (Louisiana Purchase) Bring misery(Missouri), I owe a (Iowa) Couple a** kicks, his cans is (Kansas) In a state he don't know da code of. (North Dakota) And he prolly doesn't know but The Louisiana Purchase bought Missouri, Iowa, Kansas and Dakotas Some of ya'll thinking real slow, huh?" No, bruh You just been in a drag race spinnin donuts His lines? From different battles Ciph a biter, don't provide a forbidden apple and start licking samples Lu, you got a "Bowflex" line? Maybe a "no flex" line? Well then I get to slap you What? I'll pull your lip above your eyebrow hair Looking like you did a 3 year bid in the time out chair I'll throw Ciph' downstairs If he scheming, it's a pyramid, I ask you to leave I got an actual axe and I'm actually serious It'd be a shocker if you had a career to fix One jab and his ear get clipped He'll have a hard time moving forward without a Walker He ain't Fast, but he Furious Y'all hearing this? Hey, they say, "Lou's a beast. Lou's on fire. Lou's a match for you." Lou's a little b**h, you gon lose the f**ing battle and the attitude Next phase, the temptation stage, boy I can snap on you Lu, you cannot lose all the respect I didn't have for you And Lou means toilet in England Time [Round 2: Lu Cipher] First thing I thought of when I heard I was battling Madflex Is, "I'm on King of the Dot, f** Madflex. Madflex is a f*ggot." Multi syllable rapping is an irrelevant tactic, but, I'm better at that sh** But why fight fire with fire when I ain't here for wrestling matches? And that's some of my lighter sh** Once they booked this, he already knew he was outmatched Cause he watched my C3 battle, seen me give C3 K's And thought he seen 3K from Outkast He watched the Tru Logik battle And with this gift, that makes sense he'd be out (w)rapped After viewing me versus Tru and C (truancy) He already knew he'd be outcla**ed So y'all think Flex is dope? Well, he on the ground floor of ground zeroes and I'm next to blow So y'all should already know That I'm on a higher level by the time I get to my second flow (flo') I think Flex is bull I can't even touch my effing toes These stretches k**ing me So it makes sense I can't reach for defeat (da feet), I ain't got Flex ability Da feet bars I know that's some sh** y'all ain't impressed with But for me, y'all gon have to make exceptions I'm nice This year, I've gone from rapping with my friends using flash cards To flashing up on cards at the biggest battling events In my Troy battle, I used a Palamalu bar that established many trends In 2015, but what's crazy here is I coulda covered Mad in (Madden) 2010 Video game bars You see, that sh** happens naturally, when you battle rapping me I've already finished him, but I'm still beasting, that's a animality Everything coming out of Mad is actually average rap to me, so average actually That we nicknamed your studio the saddest factory (satisfactory) Wordplay That's the reason I'm on this card in the first place It's the reason Eurgh gave me Shox the Rebel on Don't Flops's Seventh Birthday And the sh** I got after Shox (aftershocks) It ain't even natural, Dizaster, but it's gon make the earth quake I swear to God I'm first rate I'm one of the best to do it, but don't expect the rest to quote it Cause while I was busy catching wreck before, y'all slept for most it But the vets'll notice So while I'm spitting, zoom the camera in on Arsonal face and let it focus And you'll see that Lu Cipher verses shocks the Rebel like my next opponent Flex is hopeless Come on, I don't care what you want now, It's time to move on down Every stanza sicker than cancer, and I got two more (tumor) rounds [Round 2: Madflex] It's like that, Lu? After I accepted your friend request on Facebook You a soldier? Now you heartless? One shoulder check, his arm split Storm brought you hoping that you both would get adopted Hue and Riley Freeman flew from Florida in darkness Cause they both could ride for free inside the overhead compartment What you want, street violence? Sweet science? Project Greek Island won't even hide him So don't push any bu*tons, we speed dialing You see him go like this? {Madflex waves and then points} Means there's prolly police sirens I'll take a couple out like peace signing Get stuck deep in the back of his head, I'm tryin to remind him Left attack, Cheshire cat: a b**h trip and see nothing but teeth flying Man, f** him Uppercut him til he float through the air with arms flapping staring at the bird like Koko B. Ware sh**, I'm rolling up like mobile repair Then put him in the trunk so long, this motherf**er will propose to the spare You got me f**ed up All this yappin', talking If I stand to box him, half Colossus with the option to brand with losses Land a cross and spook so many bosses, I'm thinking my hands are haunted Baby J, you a bad accomplice You just let his album drop and Didn't say a word when the man done called it *Swaggaholic*? Like, you just gonna stand and watch it? “Yeah, that's solid!" Look, man...I did research for you, Lu, I had to knock it Just to have the thought that I'd be better off puttin my ear up to a bag of dogsh** Mad been plotting, drag a square, you get the picture? Canvas cropping White boy with the punches of Dan and Caustic But style somewhere compared the heir apparent to Pa** and Locksmith I got this bag, it's a plan to shoplift f** Lu Cipher, you don't exist if this Miyagi don't pa** the chopsticks Wipe that look off your face or I'll slap it off, b**h Your cohorts fall short short as the short shorts on Magic Johnson Lu was like, “Battle of the night is a cash deposit.” Homie, what the f** make you think I don't take your half the profits? Pouring out the fluid the man's embalmed in Show up to your gravesite to Talk to Lu like pop a “Woo”(Papa Wu): Action Bronson Laugh it off then Run up in your backpack, Cipher 4 dudes, the same beating, that's a backpack cypher Start recording the corpse on the floor and Snapchat MyVerse Texting people at your funeral like “#lightwork” I'll see you in the third if you ain't died first [Round 2: Lu Cipher] Unseasoned fans, y'all make writing for a n***a like me wack as sh** Cause y'all can't put two and two together Y'all look at basic math like its calculus So when I say I'm a Prodigy wreaking Havoc I mean, y'all don't know nothing ‘bout the sh** So what's the point in finishing the scheme about how he look Alchemist When I already know what the outcome is? I'm better at rapping, but sometimes I find it's best to be average So I took the chemistry joke outta my round Cause I knew it wouldn't get a reaction and that was a bar too You just gotta read between the fine print Instead of getting out of line every time that I rhyme sh** But I get it, it's hard to stay in your lane if you ain't got what a line meant (alignment) So I'ma give y'all something a little easier to digest Hi, Flex Didn't you say you was smoking me tonight? Are you high Flex? Whoever said they see this battle going either way has gotta be bi, Flex Cause I'll bend your body in two different places and tell you bye Flex (biflex) Still thinking you can outmuscle me, I'm thinking, “Why, Flex?” You ain't got enough biceps and triceps to try Flex I'm bout to try Flex, die, Flex For this guy Flex, I show no type of respect I'm from the school of Reflect So whatever he taught to me, I got to reflect You gonna throw shots? Well, they gon bounce off of me, Flex I got way too much D, Flex (deflects) But this hammer? It ain't for your knee, Flex I ain't tryna check ya reflex What, y'all tired of these Flex bars? It's cool, I got Mad Magazines for Mad Men Y'all gon be making a mad dash If Mad flex, I'ma hit Madflex with mad Macs (Mad Max) You mad trash Glad bags the only place for Mad tracks Original controller in this game, I ain't playing with these Mad Catz Telling you, y'all gon get exactly what you was asking for If you had your money on Mad, I bet you mad now if you wasn't mad before Cause I can take the bull, and grab the horns When opportunity knocking, man, of course I'ma open him up, cause Mad a door(matador) I'm from where the Glocks dumping on the block And you dumb if you think that the cops coming They not. You not from it , it's obvious; stop fronting Good night. You had a good fight but your box coming Hood type: the same type of Thug Life that Pac stomached And every time I step inside the booth I weaponize the truth Cop a shirt; they fifteen a pop, twenty-five for two [Round 3: Madflex] Some of y'all thought I was play pimping Nay, b**hes, I'm all heart Lu got the swagger of Paul Blart And Flex out here sh**ting on a tall card with all bars Do me a favor Tell Marvin when the mission to Mars starts Cause my patience running just a little thinner than his arms are Looking like Arsenio Hallmark Little man, I take the Crown with me like I lifted a squad car You the width of a pop tart A battle? This a victory lap through a Memorial: I'm Lynch in the golf cart,Young Wal-Mart I hear that eating clocks is time consuming, I get it But what the f** a sheep gon do with a lion moving? Come get it. These tards been theme park cause they ride with you, but I get your back, I'll get your back leaking out spinal fluid Flex designing proof you a stepping stone like the Mayan Ruins Silent movements send you skyward cruising I will lift you up so high, you can see whatever sign the moon's in And cop a squat on the the spot on the flyer that Diz' and Gjonaj are using Lucifer headline in the afterlife, and Mad provide the height improvement My influence? E-40, Biggie, L and Ice Cube Lu rap really well… but like really well for a white dude It's, like, different, know what I'm saying? Organik, I don't care how many weirdos you call They keep saying the same sh** when I take one down Like ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall For real You don't know the drill: a Step Brother bunkbed Been around crime like caution tape and Bloodshed Now Me/Cipher: Street Fighter, cease fire, and I'm Balrog in the subtext Cause even when I kick it, sh** just turns into a slugfest, and this bum next Some of y'all get it Now you rep Waystid Talent And that's the first time in his life that he's thrown hands in a club yet Don't get upset For show and tell, I brought this bag; Coco Chanel It's beasting vers' a bee sting, and these things don't go so well Cause Lu is in the loop, but I AM the loop; I hold the belt a**hole Roll and sell any ample cash flow The show goes on, when Lu pay (Lupe), it still ends in a Fiasco This man is more ComiCon than octagon Do not yell or a Molotov co*ktail hit the top shelf of ya Dodge Stealth Palming a Corona, lime and fold-up under a palm up in Corona They call him Roswell His disc dropped and the populous don't know nothing, but no fronting Both of us been battling worse sh** To the point where it don't matter rehearsing But the point is that you still don't test Flex vers' the average person Slam and search em Come back and ask if this trash is worth it Nah, ‘cause you can't even muster up half of the version of my clash with Urban Back with purpose, still ain't scratched the surface of active service This control, I change the whole scene quicker than channel surfing When I lift his facial skin like a plastic surgeon They hand you a magic bullet, you had a shot, the plan was perfect Mad just curved it Pack this nerd's sh** I'm taking Lu's career as a souvenir and you right the f** back to worthless And I went first 'cause your third is some sh** I ain't concerned with Flex [Round 3: Lu Cipher] There's an infrared beam that sits on the top of every pistol I got So I guess in more than one way this a battle with the King of the Dot Flex, you wanted your chance to shine with the best? Well, that's until I give him a shot And since this bum got the card bored, well now you can live in this box You'll be in the Dirt, bagged DNA ‘ll be everywhere; they'll be calling you Dan Cause sticking (Caustic) him up with a Big(g) K ain't a part of the plan That goes to any n***a on the card that want to go to war with the craft I got a frag grenade to put a tag on Coma toes if he walk in my path Reverse Live? Meet reverse lived; I'll torture ya a** You holding guns, but you only got only one; I'll let an arsenal (Arsonal) Pa** Somebody tell Flex he's filler Y'all need to put me in the ring with a Ness Lee, Chilla So I can really disrespect these k**ers I got enough pent up rage in my pen to slay seven Days So bring on the next weak (week) n***a Oh, it gets deep This n***a Lu is in beast mode It's like I knew the cheat code to the human genome So even if I go 75%, QP, even you'd get 3-0'd I know it's hard to understand what I'm speaking if you don't have any season But 3 O's is 75% of a QP, mathematically speaking Yo Lush, I thought I was going to London next month So why am I battling a broad? I ain't Jonny Storm, but I got a Deadman added to this card They talking in my head I'm just trying to listen to the right voices through the white noises Before I snap and bring an end to your name with five nines (5'9") just like Royce's My point is there's no way that you f**ing up my voyage One look at you and I can tell you ain't comfortable with your life choices I mean, look at you. I mean, examine the type of sh** that this p**y on What kinda n***a got a mohawk, but you ain't never seen him without a hat and a hoodie on? I mean I could be wrong, but does that make any perfect sense? That's like a n***a with full body tattoos That you never see without a long sleeve turtleneck The weight of the city rocking on my back, that sh** is big as a boulder With enough rep to carry the body too, tell this b**h I'm a soldier I trained for this, you gotta pay for this bit of exposure For thinking it's free to lay (Frito-Lay) on my back Well I got a chip on my shoulder Yo, the only reason I really came out here was to f** some California b**hes Smoke some good weed, get some good vibes And rap about shooting 4k's while Avacado get my good side Waystid