Loaded Lux vs Calicoe - Loaded Lux vs Calicoe lyrics

[Round 1: Calicoe] Lux, you are a grown man You brought a casket with you? Either you had dying in your plans Or you have an excessive amount of time on your hands But let me talk, on the real Smack The media's just tried to f** my life up sh** almost got real, Smack But I'm a man of my word cause I'm real, Smack Ain't no f**ing animals getting k**ed, Smack Ain't no pitbull or roosters getting k**ed, Smack If I was the head of an operation y'all think I would've filmed that? Now I guess they think Cal is just that ruthless Now I'm disappointed in my fans for even thinking I'm that stupid So I'm 'sposed to said some sh** that I don't really do So I ain't hot son? I mean Shotgun say he a g**ner but he not one Bill Collector say he got the burner but he ain't got one That was just a situation from a n***a to learn a lot from But then you got n***as like Arsonal got the nerve to tweet "Cal must don't give a f** about his career." I guess I give a f** about yours At the end of our battle when you was whisperin' in my ear Saying, "Calicoe can you please get me the f** up outta here," You got the nerve to laugh and joke about some sh** that can land me behind bars begging for my rights But you was in the middle of my city, begging for your life Surf got knocked, you didn't give a f** You was begging for your flight But I was thinking drop everything and bail him out tonight But you know why these n***as can't get with me? Cause I went from the bottom to the top I'm officially the smartest n***a in Smack history If you disagree, you probably a n***a that don't mean sh** to me I went from Lux to Nuborn within a year? I make history Remember Goodz was talking about a patent leather vest Or Calicoe vs. Cortez, or somethin' I wanted y'all to get to see It's funny how sh** change, right? Cause now I'm the n***a that send them through other n***as to get to me It ain't a mystery, Lux we know you been here But you ain't take a shot at a motherf**er in 10 years, So when I expose him they all 'gon hate me What I'm saying is it don't matter if you Loaded, Lux When that gun on safety They told me I had you I said I'mma box that boy They say he be getting loud, well f** it I'ma stop that noise For the last 10 years them legends been living through us cause they got no voice Only reason they back in the URL is cause all their careers failed and they ain't got no choice That K clap, it'll push your sh** way back You think them j**els rocky, that's why I'm taking 'em ASAP I got some sh** that'll make a n***a lay flat The silencer on it, call it Pat cause it don't say jack You don't make the rules, my n***as be shaking tools Make a move, BOOM His brains spread everywhere like breaking news No disrespect to y'all city but I'm just saying in my city That type of sh** right there don't even make the news Y'all know who I'm with, BMF, that sign stitched Read it in the fine print, I'm kidnapping your whole family I'm even duct taping your mom, b**h And we'll never see his son again, turn that n***a to Don Trip I see the games he play, officer Hoyt, this your Training Day You thought this the method to the top, this the dangerous way Y'all saw what I did last year, well f** it I'll do the same today It's obvious I've been eating n***as Cause I ain't lost since I've been gaining weight But you say the fastest way through Harlem is the A Train That's how I know he never had a chance Cause I'm shooting without a cameraman So when I pop, the fastest way through Harlem is in an ambulance But we ain't ever see him sparking up the chrome I'll catch him in his crib, they'll have to chalk him in his home Or I'll catch him on his block while he's walking all alone And put the pound on his chin like he talking on the phone You a great rapper Lux, I'll never tell you to give it up But if you ain't saying some sh** they can relate to They don't give a f** Landslide [Round 1: Loaded Lux] This for the brothers up North gettin full on that Jack Mac First smack back, we got a n***a to backsmack And you gon love it, it's gon be a lot of head rolls Breath hold till the d**h toll, you know You Detroit n***as came to get divided But y'all gone always come together at funerals You've even now decided But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in? Well, it's a sign in Look at all these portraits of my corpses, I'm just waiting on you n***as sizes I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it (tenant), or Royce to 5'9 it Though hip hop don't need any more D's n***as dying behind it You keep trying, but all you n***as is good for is deep frying They told your daddy, in him, a great gene was hiding Well he should've kept it in his jeans Your life would've had a better fight on a bed sheet drying Rather than trying to beat the mind as deep as a mining African digging pa**ages Halfway into China to reap a diamond, let me be honest When they break down every round that I've sketched, bouts There's nothing tougher than smooth as the rusty tools in a shed house You n***as came here playing, it's cool, but y'all gone leave giving head counts They didn't even book you n***as rooms, I told em Harlem Hospital giving beds out # [Round 2: Loaded Lux] You was reaching baby, you was climbing to be implying My sneakers sliding like I'm slipping Well, let me get a grip then Round this n***a motherf**ing neck I'm gone put that pressure on it all night, and keep applying You people buying we equal sided This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match That's what happen when Smack, he don't screen the clients All this work you put in and you get the same simple a**ignment And every time you line these n***as up, I got to do realignments And Beasley you lying, these kids paid for a bout on the big stage And you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided A rap league of tyrants and a child being defiant, oh, I'm in battle mode This sh** preferably, to show a prior professor the precise calculated correct methods of Math, n***a This is how you k**-k-k-k**-k**, Calicoe Talent show, this is God's call Youngin' you've gotta learn how this works – job corp It's hardball with an oddball when the shots you throw through do car door like it's cardboard I feel like I'm at your mom's door with a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on 'Nam shores But you can sense it, n***a, the tension thicker than German guard dogs My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet, oh I'm humbled You know I've learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek You're a hobby at peak, I'm like the league doctor's doctrine You're adopted, incompetent, weak I'm about to pull every compliment out of confident weak I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat "Yo this f** n***a Lux, n***a not in my league, he got to be seen" Well what you mean, n***a, optical reach? I'm too much of an optimum leap Ever since Hoffa, you think you can swap with elites What you n***as got to compete, not to retreat Get beat till you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat They don't know who they with Y'all didn't think it exists, I think y'all thought maybe I was a myth That waited in the abyss and came up out of the mists But I get to aimin and I don't miss, I'm bout to put it all in your Catcher's Mitt Dyin in this ring is a sure thing and you're the definite Can you see the difference between metaphors and real raps? How a n***a with metaphors can really rap? Your slogan? That sh** a propped-up scheme for the sk** you lack Now I get it, why you did it; personal sh**, why you diggin But if you find any skeletons in my closet, n***a Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen With the pump plastic, in front Math just Talking all crazy at events, some madness Bout how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress All that fake a** gun clappin "landslide," that's for caskets You know I KILL, you can read, everything in my bio, has it How y'all disrespect god? How did y'all disrespect god? Ain't it evil to live backwards? Let me bring that back 'cause I need y'all to grasp it Ain't it evil to live backwards? I'm just askin, what you thought? What 'cause you had more battles than me, you dropped thirty in a couple of games n***a, I wasn't even on the court Look, it ain't about how many fights you had, it's who you fought This what champions look like, and we don't look like, you look light I'm Floyd/Floored by you boys battle verses You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; n***a, you just talk a good fight I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words I said word, they have some nerve, he don't have the nerve You see, deep in they hearts, the three from the Arc wouldn't risk getting snapped with Larry Bird Chill young, this your lil man's fight, you can't cover that Besides, Miles couldn't even do a block with me, I'd be lyin about another lap The trouble back, I'ma get you right when the traffic thick I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away You n***as had all this tongue, and can't rap a lick Let X Factor trip, I won't even drag the script We'll just lock that n***a in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips Terraneo, you don't know who terrain you on The conditions we done trained along, traditions I was raised upon This new sh** here for chumps, that's why I'm up here just doin what I want I used to battle on the roof, the loser had to jump But you know, he got dreams of that Learjet But he gon lean like Aaliyah jet We could bet I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case n***as with you doubt I'd do you awful Oh, but it's gon cost you You can tell Trick Trick the only address he'll have left is the email he put the house on you But three things; you, X-Factor, Miles, y'all better learn to like the gym 'Fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win a fight to live Secondly, I would've thought Heartless would've made you care who you put your life against First of all, only thing you gon ever have over me is your height But then I'll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins, your night can end I've been k**in, since they paid Shillings, these dealins I got a license in To say I see the sights of men That's like pretendin the dicks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick There's bout, 50cc's of Vicodin in my writing pen You'll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem In fame vote, me in or not I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote What you brought for me, a bunch of motherf**ing train jokes? This sh** no laughin matter When in the end, our cake mixed, and you ain't even half the batter How you gon get the pitch, we don't even have a batter You's a waste of my motherf**ing time, n***a And you're cuttin into your mother's f**ing time, n***a [Round 3: Loaded Lux] Let's get to choppin his fable You're a fake new 2Pac and we're fatal But you're a gay who's really a softy Starbucks coffees moccasins bagels I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable Man sh**, but since we couldn't get your pops at the table If you're able, please tell em that hand that rules the world That's the on that's finna rock your cradle, n***a If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round I'm guessin now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child I'm bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the wedding gown All I'm sayin is y'all married, yo The scenario, same def and style but why are your expressions foul? I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down, low Like "yo, like, that was wild" But that's funny, 'cause I'm a little skepti-Cal Had my peoples investigate you pal Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up Aw n***a, you know what's up, we kept the file You've got some explainin to do, can we address the crowd? Exhibit A So that's how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild? Well we ain't judgin though, you ain't on trial My beloved T-Rex says "Grown man bars is something you got to deal with" So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain't gon equal up to this real sh** Check it out, I want y'all to picture this as I paint the slide Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that 'cause you got that much hate for I Don't want you to hang your eye Not for a second lil n***a, catch it, brace your vibe Be froze, for d**h is cold I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide Bring me mine, n***a, now I don't wanna break this bond I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you For the nights she didn't write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride I mean, you got that "talk it like I walk it" kind of attitude and you know it's real good he gave you pride Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine That's why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don't take the time You know what I think is f**ed up? I think it's real f**ed up when those people gave him all that time You wanna know what's even more f**ed up? It's for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five That's why I'm angry guy, 'cause he didn't take the steps Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain't your size They say don't whine over spilled milk but what's a man supposed to do when his baby's cryin? Oh he say sh** like, "You know, it costs to be the boss" What, he too good for a payin job? What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent Why was that n***a to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y'all plate to dine You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y'all greater lives? When God gave him drive? And that Big Meech backup singin a** n***a left your mom out here alone for the latest ride? That don't plague your mind? Them mistakes ain't guides? And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine? Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, n***a Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that's gonna be one of your favorite lines Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive But youngin', I'm tryin to save you from your demise You said it yourself, "my pops was a real n***a," youngin that ain't no lie He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side To keep us in the condition where we ain't made to survive But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this Would you k** the world to save yourself, n***a? Yeah I ain't think that was wise Somethin to think about the next time y'all thuggin, drinkin and druggin Hard liquor, y'all full of k**ers, remember I tried to give him the large picture Your pops wasn't no gangster, he was just another lost n***a You think it's gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter? Shoot a father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner? Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order? Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh? But I'm just tryna give you the large picture Your pops wasn't no gangster, he was just another lost n***a Gangsta's brothers like Marcus Garvey Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong To putting us in uniforms making us soldiers in God's army, all them Garveyites Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of But then he got murdered You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, n***a I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life You either gon build or destroy And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it's no wonder you talk all that young sh** You a little boy that don't get the large picture Your pops wasn't no gangster, he was just another lost n***a Look at me, king, look at me He was so lost – you lost, n***a Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN You're supposed to be one of the leading faces in battle rap, look how you represent They told me, I said stop lying, y'all hype em You in the crib with pissed alligators and sh** Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indited Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture "These Detroit n***as still co*kfighting" [UNHEARD 2ND VERSE: Loaded Lux] Cal, you say I didn't put you on That was Miles and the n***a Norbes I say how did he get it wrong Wow, y'all been misinformed You gotta explain then who put together that weigh in that you was on You see I was in New York but got it done in Detroit When Miles couldn't orchestrate it, Moe Dirty would get the calls Real raps, lets kick it off You gon tell it then tell it all Instead of yelling: all i did was Put my logo, my brand on every clip that went forth Well hello n***a, switchboard Then god said let there be light So i ain't gotta guess that you bright But i put pieces of you everywhere, n***a If its gon help you collect your life Now correct me if I ain't right, but Don't the press get a price for every time they verb with the hype Don't hbo 247 pay floyd every time he dress up to fight When "grant?' was on the hill, wasn't he collecting from sprite But soon as n***as start thinking they Jordan And jump, man you put em in front of Nike I get back to checking you n***as mic's See I fought to get that D verse Chicago battle going Miles know it But n***as in your own city didn't wanna have him hold it I threw alley oops to the "No Fly Zone" Well you're the last one I'm throwing If I give you n***as shots, then whats a Calicoe if it ain't Loaded You see before the URL Me and the good folks over at Lionz Den We took battle rap, revamped and new breeded this department You know, I even had a couple legends come meet us off their starships I showed how bad Goodz was, I let K Shine I used to freeze a n***a before the sparks went Remember where you seen it first Arsonal and Clips both cleaning out their cartridge Gave Rich Dollaz a lean target, Goddamnit We got Big T started, Word If it wasn't for us, Shieet n***a Verb would still be in the flea market But you, you, you're my greatest creation You would think we were two nation when it was war declared But you can't send boys who crawling scared To men who walk through dares It's an insult to compare, Detroit We can't even call this fair I just came to show him, that i planted this here notion Way before you were long or where Oh, you be in Chicago? well that's funny Cause I came to break down this Hightower That thinks he's tall as the Sears now peep We call it dressing rappers You know, you like letting them endorse your gear Give 'em shorts to wear, you know, start 'em being active Get somebody from a whole other region Different city, younger demographic This helps with the different markets you're trying to tap in Let them get about ten taped battles Im guess-timating about seven million views, whooo Im not accurate, but that's traffic Goddamnit that's cla**ic, cos see what happens is You help a man to build an empire, then you attack it Let me ask this, you read the Bible? Mr Hightower I mean Calicoe, uuh, perhaps you don't The reason im asking for, you see In the book of Exodus, chapter two, verse ten I can't quote the pa**age though There's a part in there where God's speaking to Moses Regarding Pharaoh soul, he says to Moses, about Pharaoh "I purposefully hardened his heart Just so my wrath could show the signs of my work So that afterwards you would know, I am Hov" So tell your daddy, n***a If I got to start getting rid of first borns Well, you gon let my people go You see this plan I've spawned and spearheaded With a friend of mine since I retired, it was all a dare A lot of y'all would ask How did Calicoe get Lux with so many losses near But I have purposefully pushed this pawn across the board this year You see, it didn't matter if his victories were HD or Walkman clear People are biased, im not gon say they all were fair But the fact they talked about him in gambling spot and barber chairs I know n***as saw you there This is why a mind like mines has long been feared This is compensation for helping jump starting your career This is payback for every match of yours that aired You can't see how in this one night, i got in front of every camera That you've ever been on, for years So that would mean for you, all, ends, here n***a Its like the farmer told the potato Ima plant you now, dig you later You see, we break them then deflate them With this battle sh** it's battleships Sometimes you gotta blow them up to sink em It took patience, I was staking, scouting, casing The door racing Between the couch potato, window when the house was vacant And its pretty clear to me now I mean, look how many people I brought to crowd your space with I could have caught you out, one night, with the wife When you had reservations And left y'all both late, brings a new meaning to out, dated Speaking of your girl, I remember the Summer Madness before When you and Math was at war, I wanted to ask her before You brought her out from the back of your boys You showed her to the crowd, we was like 'Wow!' You know, clap and applause Cute in the face, a** was galore I must say she's attractive for sure That boy Calicoe got good taste Baby girl, we wanna know what happened to yours They told you to chill Cal, now you in here with a real bow Uphill battle with a hundred pound wheel barrow Kneel, how? sh** turn to pressure like a steel valve This ain't even beef, you ain't real, Cal See, them people from PETA put this young boy in a cold storm With no clothes on, that's why n***as got told on I think he tried to hold on and was like "hold on" What's gonna happen if keeping it real goes wrong? Not k**a-ma-gilla-go-rilla Cal Always down for the riot But now Big T come in the house gotta tell him "Quiet" FB eyeing till they build stacks That's when they come and get ya, disfigure your member Then give you your grill back like We just wanna see where your sk**s at We understand your tongue is your weapon But you supposed to conceal that You know once you give them control Its hard to get that will back Money moves used to light your fuse, they k**ed that Tell Ice Cube we done found his chill pack Let's reveal facts They put an offer on the table, you push the deal back I need to speak to my lawyer or point me to my cell Anything else then he'll rat You took 48 hours and made the 48 seconds flat If you a Calicoe fan, you supposed to feel wack now We already know the answer but we gon still ask when They had you in that room Did you give them metaphors or real raps