MadChild - Madchild vs Daylyt lyrics

[Round 1: Madchild] Y'all get excited about these mainstream rappers Jumping on to the scene, but they're just here for a check But this is Madchild, I'm just here for respect So every time you see me on the stage You're gonna see me at my best A plan I won't deviate from, I hope that alleviates some stress Now, let's work. I'm a white rapper that's a night capper I don't like rappers that are light rappers that are like actors I don't like watching battles ruined Because they're depending on the Lyt factor It's time to get on the right chapter You're living your whole life backwards You spit bars? I'm a raptor attackin' A viking that throws hachets from that back sh** Ain't no match for a crazy blazing inferno You're just one match lit I'm a tyrant that spits visciousness, that's violent maliciously You just came across the border right now You've got an iron deficiency You young f**boy rappers, all afraid to go against the grain While I make $600-$700K a year by going against the grain And I am on a steady climb, a couple mil a year at least ‘Cause I'm not afraid to tell the truth, and I'm a fearless beast I guess that's just my problem I'm a goblin with a problem lyin' With all them views you get I hope you're bringing in the dollar signs ‘Cause you and all your friends Promoting k**ing kids like Columbine I love life! I guess that's just a crazy concept That's a problem of mine But that's the thing, I'm still a hard rock, and it's gobbling time No Gucci goggles, but write lyrics that will boggle your mind I'm going Prefontaine, you're just jogging in line He's just a soldier, I'm a bicentennial Five-star general that grew up my whole life With gangsters, murderers and criminals But I had to walk away from all that sh**, now I keep it minimal And make music raw as f** Still teaching kids, that's being subliminal I am nothing to fear, homie, yeah, you like that part But I am something to fear, homie, I am twice as smart For those of you that know my music, this is light vs. dark What do Bloods call you? A crab? Well, I'm a great white shark I'll put a f**ing rope around you like I'm wrangling a herd I saw that video of you tough guy strangling a nerd If you're a gangster, how'd you make it across the border, you young dumpling? For four f**ing years, I was banned from your whole country I was gonna make fun of your stupid f**ing face tat But then I realized I got stupid f**ing face tats It's true, I am crazy, I got a terrible mind I'm stomping on a bunch of Grapes 'til I got a barrel of wine I loved hip hop since L.L. was rockin' a Kangol You loved hip hop since Jamie Foxx was acting in Django I'm actually Rambo, my friends know I'm a dependable G And I'm still k**in' sh**; Expendables 3 I'm meticulous and filled with unpredictable rage You a two face; John Travolta, Nicholas Cage I'll rip your face off, Canadian Adolf I got nine in the clip I'll pop eight off Stab you in the neck and wipe the blade off I get paid, you got big homies, they get paid off Think my height's little? I'll smack this black tarantula with a spatula, and still I'm a white widow [Round 1: Daylyt] I said, I know y'all tired, y'all tried to follow me I done gave y'all so many What The F moments That's why they all screamin' I'm not a G But my an*logy is for me to prove my right in this presidin' I got y'all all screaming "You gotta see!" If I'm the best, to buzz, well, I gotta be I know I gave y'all antics versus Pat, when I could've proved to the world no body could write as hot as me And if I made any one of my core fans mad Well, this match is my apology I know most of the time, my sk** get overshadowed by my antics, so most of my antics, I don't need it But I'll admit, I got an addiction which is called attention Which is a monster inside of me, starvin' All I ask is that you don't feed it They say: “Day, you could be strong as Thor, bro But your talent, you low key it” They want me to write 'til I make the wizards think Well, think lizard drink; so be it I said, I'm gettin' tired of these retired men who say they come back with that bullsh**. Y'all feel he Jordan? Well, this is when I make him fade away With the same style, child, you done got put in the spot for the doctor to k** a kid; I deal abortions This is when I stop the show, with Mop & Glo See the flow shine with a dope line, like I'm into snortin' They say it's a slumber in the town Clown watch me do my numbers with this round Now, that's Wheel Of Fortune I told him, they write him my will of fortune This n***a's scorchin', but you done got caught slippin' Pimpin', the flow too wet This my go to prep, for the scene Mean I make that body lean, like they off tofu yet I'm fittin' to catch the dry body, but I know you sweat Don't panic, Ganik, I owe you yet Transcribe it, everything they read over the head This sh** is so brunette I tried to bottle my anger, sittin' in a hyperbolical time chamber, doin' Goku reps of vocal preps No duet, just another session compression We plugged in the Pro Tools set The pro who produce, I hope you flex I'll k** everyone in your family with no regrets Ain't no damn higher writin', vampire bitin' You who I'm gonna give a hole to next I'm finna show you a**, the fanny portion I'll wig on this b**h n***a; granny courses You the best in your pack y'all See I'll rip geeks in too many portions I'll leave child broke; Annie Courses Thought I was finished and out of nowhere I'm around your neck; I'm Randy Orton Versus Pat Stay, I had everybody like “Look what this dumb clown did!” Now I'm back snappin', I be tighter than Dumbfoundead I said, I tighten up for the tights when I'm writin' stuff But they hypin' up the wrong talent I been slicing up the wrong parrots Check this sk**, n***a, I'm nicer than Charron parents Child, we finna dirt you f** around and get planted; we finna earth you They demandin' the scrap Put hands on Child back; we finna burp you There's no G in your circle; he just a Urkel Your whole squad snitch, I'm seeing the virtue I ain't seen this many rats in one car since the KIA commercial 2013, n***a, this cat's so real Y'all know the f**ing slogan: To the bat mobile!! [Round 2: Madchild] You're a dead man walking, I'm a freak with perfection ‘Cause when I speak it's execution by lethal injection Organik got me rushin', like a Soviet, but I'm top of it ‘Cause I'm sharp as a sickle And harder than the hammer that f**ing crosses it I slice like a bear claw and strike like a rattlesnake; I'm the only battle rapper that can actually rap on battle breaks They know I had them crazy rhymes ‘Cause I have an amazing mind You always got a bunch of gangsters around you In case it's Daylyt savings time You're a mark, let's face it I walk alone and spit the harshest statements Daylyt don't mean sh** I'm underground, I come from the darkest basement There's a thin line between genius and insanity We both walk in that straight tight rope You straight right? Dope. Well, I'm Canada's great white hope I'm a walking contradiction, little clean motherf**er ‘Cause I'm nice as f**! But still a little mean motherf**er I'm about to expose this broad Daylyt in broad daylight And face my enemy You bring 40 Watts burning when it's daylight? That's just a waste of energy When the battle's done, y'all fall in line And walk out like a centipede When I'm done, I put my backpack on And walk alone like there was ten of me I saw that fight that popped with Math and Diz That proved that you're a total coward But I appreciate your presence at the moment I am solar powered I'm from Van City, never saw you before, it was total showers But now I'm in the States, I see you 9-1-1 exploding towers This crazy Canadian is now an American terrorist threat About to blow the f** up and steal your light That makes you very upset You notice I ain't bring up antics, a**, or Diddy's dick Or say "MmmK, MmmK" That's all been done to d**h, that's kiddie sh** I'm bout to spazz out on this trash mouth I'm throwing rocks at his gla** house So tonight like every other f**in' night, homie, a** out Daylyt must have forgot this battle is called Blackout You a black out, this cracker will smack the black outta ya It's too late for you to back out You're only dope ‘cause you grew up in a crack house Don't bring that MAC out, I still won't back down to a MK You can empty a whole banana clip I'm an orangutan about to go bananas On this panicking manic depressive I will man handle this mannequin You better work on your mechanics Any more antics and you'll be vanishin' Plus, I ain't trippin' on your little purple hanky With bandana print My life was like all seven seasons of Sons of Anarchy But I won't let you be a slave; I got you covered like a canopy But at the same time I can't lose, I'm a slave to my own vanity [Round 2: Daylyt] I said, first of all, you already ain't get what I just said I said, you the first to fall, you ready for a seasoned n***a? Well, some'll see all them will realize there's no way for you to be a winner, ‘cause today is the first of fall I'm going in early; that's the curfew call Let's see if you can heel up, like a church shoe clog You'll be injured when I air bud, I'ma hurt you, dawg Y'all ready for the elbow? Let's go My point is what? You missin', Child, damn, this a merc Soon as Organic hit the kid jack I told him "Set off a Amber alert!" ‘Cause I told you I would take Child seriously This sh** should be considered as crib snatching I mean the situation could get real foul ‘Cause if I steal Child, it's guaranteed to leave the kid napping You'll get abducted without a sound Off joy, that's boss noise Y'all still don't get it right? Take child, kidnapping, Amber Alert…well, it's apparent you lost, boy That's ‘cause your style trash, wild gas, style spazz They thought his pen was crazy, Brenda baby; Child trash You are battling the messy can monster; the Chupacabra You should bother Too much presence for Child; I'm a true provider Loose the collar, show up to your crib Like, "Y'all wanna see what I do to toddlers?" I'll beat the dog sh** out of Child; I'm an abusive father See, this sh** ain't fair. It's the Leaf versus the Cali state bear They say "You should watch Child." I reply "Do you really think Day care?" Baby sit, you a f*ggot mark You would never let the 'matic spark Y'all shoot, it's John Q; Child, you just don't have the heart To be a real n***a. I mean, Child, you in disguise You soft as a Teletubby, son – what, y'all ain't catch that? I said I'll put Child in the sky, like the Teletubbies sun You better tell your buddies run, ‘cause in one of your songs you said you was in a drive by, with a wild Glock n***a you was in the backseat Havin' trouble with the child lock Plan A was my apology. I told myself If that don't work, I'll be good; I know for a fact that if Plan A don't k** Child, then Plan B would. To the Batmobile! [Round 3: Madchild] I am Thor with the war hammer and a black BaxWar banner You're Spawn and Bruce Wayne? I am David Banner with poor manners I am also three characters, Silver Surfer, I absorb planets Watched your battles sh** put me to sleep, like I took four Xanax Dog, you know how much f**in' p**y I gave up to watch all these battles? It's f**ing retarded, dude Silver tongued devil spittin' fire, like I am Godzilla That's five super heroes, from two really ill and odd villains I'm not chillin', I'm k**in', I'm shadowboxing with Satan, noobie I work with Todd McFarlane But saw Spawn, I f**ing hate the movie I'm Evel Knievel, you got a feeble cerebral, with a divaish ego I'm Canadian, right? So tonight, just leave it to beaver Oh ok, I won't talk about you being a gay ba*tard Doing battles with a slave master You will cave faster than eight ratchets Putting you in a grave casket I'll send flowers and a grape basket No one crying for you like 2Pac, everybody already way past it The sh** you make up, it is Maybelline Half my sh** is make belief I'm a staple like the maple leaf Stitched on to the Toronto Maple Leafs You're a grape I eat, I'm a hawk, you're the snake beneath I could break your teeth. I feel like a masked man standing on the planet of the apes it seems It's a fact, it's not an act Our lives been filled with agonizing terror It's an error to call him f*ggot But this f*ggot should not be antagonizing terror This dragon's eyes are magnifying, clearer looking in the mirror My second trick, I'll make another battle rapper disappear My vision, it is crystal clear, let's compare the end of fiscal years I will physically tear your heart out of your chest, make it visible here Still pumping rapidly, blood dripping down my sweaty palms My machete's long You always stretch like Armstrong To rock steady, to make songs, like your arm's strong, steady but you're not ready I'm a lot better, I'm a hot spitter, you're a prop getter I'm the top wizard, you're a lot lizard Get it? Lot lizard? s**ing co*k in every f**ing truck that stop to make his knot bigger You ain't hot ni— aww I can't say that word I will rock ni— aww I can't say that word You went from nothing, to a total f**in retard But that got you on the playing field But I'm the sickest rapper in here and do not need any Day quill Enough is enough, it's time to move on and look for some new concepts I'm a constant reminder that monsters will find you And I am the new bomb threat How is it that I'm a Gulf Iraq war and Vietnam vet? Meaning I'm a veteran of the new school, because lyrically I'm complex Superior, but I don't have a complex. It's complex Demons fighting angels, kids they feel like inner conflicts And I'm not trying to be a dick and I'm not saying you've had your palms read But half your friends are gonna end up dead, or end up convicts Cuz half my friends are dead now, the other half are convicts Some of them are millionaires, just chillin' on some calm sh** But that's a small percentage, that gon' make it past the finish line But f** it I'll be Popeye, now it's eat a can of spinach time East indian k**ers, Asian triad gangs, and 1 percenters Trust me this is not a topic concept that you want to enter I grew up with organized crime, actual tactical a**a**ins and ma** murderers You grew up with drive-bys, crack dealers, and cat burglars I grew up with body snatchers, home invasions, sociopaths and kidnapping When you talk about 'I'm reppin' for my hood' that's little kid rapping You f**ing clown, if street battle rappers shot guns as much as these street battle rappers said, guess what? By now there wouldn't be a single f**ing battle rapper left I said if y'all really k**ers, there wouldn't be no battlers left So it's hard for light to shine, when he's standing right beside the shadow of d**h I said plus guns are legal in America, think about it Moms have them in their purses, guns are legal in America So all of them bars are out of season Cuz when we got straps in Canada, we got them for a reason! [Round 3: Daylyt] I say yo, this the round where I got em screaming that 'n***a's bars is nuts' Hey, this is my biggest payday, sh** Everything in front of me get plain crashed; better call in they mayday biz Put this in reverse dog, you battling a god That's why they pray, they say 'hey, you seen that new sh** that Day Day did?' I came to melee wigs. I'm bout to do child badder than Bébé Kids They wonder if homie gonna spit off I'll pull up with lines like I'm slowly on a dip pole Soon as he step to the front he defeated like homie on his tip toes I sidestep him, but I'm the Ginóbili of this sh** oh Guaranteed to hit the shot, I'm Kobe on a pick roll I'll snap on every round that hit the board; I'm a hungry hungry hippo I'll leave this p**y wet if I find him in the G-spot I had a Dots following your tail, like they following a peaco*k I put hands on his mouth, we tried to give him beat box I'll put the pump to his tongue, we tryin' to give him Reeboks You still want the problems? Then I'ma give em street docs See these pushed back; I tried to give him Detox You got options, you could get the llama, or the heat Glock Here is my handle, here is my spout; I'm a little teapot! I said you better be afraid, cuz I got a hella crazy llama That b**h hit everybody in the room, like Skelly baby mama That Pat Stay battle, I told y'all I got a plan Now I'm on stage armed with more neat-o lines than Hollohan But it's the reason Bishop, that's why they pa**ing me checks Y'all made me battle another washed up a** rapper With that stiff a** Ca**idy neck I bet $35.00 you can't do this… (puts chin over shoulder) (Madchild tries to do it) No no no no no no. Get your chin over your shoulder... not happening! Yea real n***a, y'all know I write If one of your mans get to trippin' I'm off the stage with my arsenal, like the Showwoutt fight 2015, I told y'all I got this one You win some, and you lose some but you live to see another day… Well, not this one!