QP - Chilla Jones vs QP lyrics

[Round 1: Chilla Jones] 10 battles in ten months; it's like I'm in a tour But I'm in a door, but wait a second, give me a minute or I'm bringing ratchets out, like a Erica Mena tour Show your homies around, like I'm giving your men a tour As quick as a minute tour, your men are tore Being bull-headed getting your man bodied like a Minotaur Yeah, this is war Cross the line, you getting roughed up I said I'd never take you, but I'm here, so you done lucked up I made Conceited pump his brakes Now I got his heir against the ropes being stuck up But that's a synonym scheme I made Conceited pump his(pompous) brakes Now I got his heir against(arrogance) the ropes being stuck(-)up Soon as the gun co*k he (co*ky) ducking big heads From the Eagle (ego) trip and you getting f**ed up But what, now you wanna be humble and try to change the plot? The stainless Glock, steel co*k on his roof, weather vain (weather vane) or not But even if I rush more (Rushmore) with the pen, I rap ill I don't ever rest (Everest), and these (Andes) type lines you lack still Showing him a layer (Himalaya) of penmanship that's real A Range of wordplay, you ain't amounting to this cat's sk**s (Catsk**s) It's getting Rocky for you, I'm too clever You falling off, and to sum it (summit) up, I'm at my peak That's why my views better You should've knew better Q Now you got to play scrambler Or I'ma whip out a knife, and let a blade damage ya Wait till your cheek get sewed up and they bandage ya Then y'all seeing Stitches getting punched, I'm Game's manager I had Saga looking like a lame amateur I could've swept through that whole cla** and played janitor They gon' have to change cameras, they gon' have to hold the time Your plasma getting splattered on the lens if I'm unloading nines What up Q? Before you respond (respawn) Blood coming down the screen, y'all gon' think we playing GoldenEye And Quentin thought the culture lied, like, “The votes on them polls is madness.” Who's the Kingpen? Well, if I don't hold the status, then Zone should have it But Jones established, with loads of cla**ics proving my foes are average That's why they dial us (Dallas), cause with the mark Q been (Mark Cuban) He should own the Mavericks I'm loading ‘matics, but back in the day I was way saner Starting peeling (pilling) and packing pounds with no weight gainer Could've aimed the can at Brixx (bricks), like a spray painter But squeezing on this b**h gon' make for a better body like a waist trainer You a straight hater I'm know you want to be the d**h of me Yeah, but I beat every S.O.N. clear Why would you step to me? I make quick work of these jerks, and do it impressively Stopping the S.O.N.S. like that sh** feel like half of a sec to me (vasectomy) You disrespected me, saying you would retire you if you lose a round Oh you mean, like a car? That's some tactical stuff Cause a car has to re-tire if it loses a round Well at least now you know why I'm jacking you up Now am I rapping too tough? That's cause I'm hot-headed, fever pitching Bury his whole fam', but make sure his wife the lowest (Lois) like Peter Griffin I'm heater gripping, he'll be paraplegic, feeling like his feet is kicking But looking at his legs, wondering why the femurs (FEMA's) missing Like Katrina victims You need a system, and a**istance, to beat me in this ring. In fact Here's a tip: bars ain't enough to k** me You better bring a strap Here's another tip: don't rewind none of your lines and try and bring it back You copy? Now you stuck with a couple pointers like a Chinese finger trap See the thing is that, besides this battle, you ain't got sh** to lose What you gon do, say that I'm boring and I make n***as snooze? Say I stole my whole style from you, but you came with some iller moves Then use bars from up and comers, and say that's the sh** that Chilla do? That's too predictable It's like your obsessed with me, oddly I bet, you've played this match up out in your dreams probably I'm just tryna beat my last performance, it seems co*ky Got to make sure the punches heavy, the schemes godly But you really think I'm focused on Q.P.? Hardly I ain't even see this b**h on the card, I'm Steve Harvey Copy I know some people say I sound like you But I will never be a motherf**ing clown like you Bosstown [Round 1: QP] Who wore the pants that Chilla wore today? Nobody n***a you Keith Sweating You in a tight(s) situation n***a, these leggings Speaking of these leggings, you probably had aaah aaaah to to squeeze each leg in It's nothing to chalk and outline these squares; that's hopscotch With that Tommy, he'll figure (Hilfiger) it out as soon as it crop tops n***a, you won't beat me Rain, sleet, hail, snow, n***a hell no Under no conditions Not Chilla the stealer What we finna to talk about? I suppose it's snitching? What we talking ‘bout, n***a? The coke addiction, the hoes, the pimping, the ghosting, tripping, the stolen chicken What we talking ‘bout, n***a? Swave wilding out (Wild'n Out), Con, the other Khan, the Jew, Soul‘ll visit What we talking ‘bout, n***a? The Maury Show, the story goes how I had my hoe and both my twins And, what we talking ‘bout, n***a? To separate from Yellow Tape in the second day and roll in bricks And how ‘bout we talk about The cab he came in, the tax he claiming, and how he been so dependent And how he call himself Kingpen because behind bars n***a, you known for snitching See, I (C.I.) know you'll roll over on your co-defendant for a lower sentence He hates to steal bars, but don't judge him, cause he do it with no conviction n***a, you're not top tier at Smack anymore, I'm not trying to offend you Smack gave you life on Easy Street based on the comp that they give you Last guy, you didn't have to study for, Prep, he had scholar potential Then they gave you another no-name; what was his name? Oh yeah, Th3 Saga continues They say this clown got the “It” juice, something I couldn't ignore In my head, dice rolling, like I done seen this woofing before No, in my Head ICE role, and, I done seen this Wolfing before He think he unruly cause he battle n***as with one foot in the door n***a, I was booking whooping before slaving, long before you ever got a boat ride I was Hanz on the way over, out of control my hands were on the boat tide I was Prepping to Smack you new n***as out of your boat ties Way before you prepped to smack NuNu's n***a out of his bow tie Both eyes on my pupil, I had to examine your past You were in that loner boat, you know, where every friendship skips past Too shy to raise his arm and lift a hand in a clash You got to understand that he bash..ful, a personality that a mannequin has n***a, I'ma show you how to liven it up, n***a and with the swag Look it, lyrically and physically with the punches and with pizzazz Get it? Lyrically with the punches and.. with pizzazz But physically with the punches and.. whip his a**? n***a, you looking for gore, then (Gordon) I'll be back in a Flash I'll leave this gig, then come right back in a Flash Like, “Remember me?” See, now, timing's what I happen to have I'ma keep it G real with you, cuz [Round 2: Chilla Jones] When I went to Angryfan's Facebook group, and I seen n***as in there diss me I hit up Angryfan like, “Get me on air quickly I need you to set up the next show and get it clear with me.” Then I thought about it These n***as only use scandals to keep your ears busy They don't want the truth, they want the ratings, they don't care really So I switched up, like f** it, cause Angryfan ain't gon play fair with me Maybe I'm bipolar, and don't pan the (Panda) camera I'ma answer all the rumors you hear swiftly Been on my grizzly, but be cool, I'll a(koala)ddress it, just bear with me Yeah, dig me If it seems like I'm giving off a murder vibe It's cause I want to steal on you for the verbal lies that you verbalized But why waste a punch? If he sees me throw a duke, he dropping My hands certified sh**. But that's a synonym scheme: Why (waste) a punch? If (feces) me throw a (dookie dropping) My hands certified Truth is, he's deterred (turd) by the sh** cause I'm a newer(manure) breed But he prefer the lies (fertilize) Every battle I put on a show, from the moment that the curtains rise Cursing life's curses and writing verses til it hurts inside For what it's worth sh** I know what it look like to y'all, I admitted that when I first denied But it was so ridiculous to me at first, it wasn't worth replies As most of y'all dismissed it, and it climbed up in it's hearse to die QP used his energy to keep the controvers' alive He an*lyzed every word and line to see what he could search and find And, what a shocker Over twenty-five battles, some coincidences occurred it's fine But now y'all think I watch battles from smaller leagues and research for lines Which is absurd, but y'all doubt me on my word, like it's the perfect lie This clown should be in the circus, he ain't what he seem on the surface side If y'all can't tell he has a motive or a purpose why, then your circuits fried Y'all thought this perp‘ll (purple) slide Like I ain't gon' black on him? That would be a blunder After you brown-nosed Angryfan, my angry fans began to tweet a brother Then something I read(red) blew(blue) me away, ‘bout how you steal deposits Aren't(orange) you the one taking green from others? But I ain't gon yell o(yellow)ver the sh** Just know if we collide, a scope (kaleidoscope)'ll have you seeing colors I know; those bars were basic and inferior for rhymers But everything ain't for the cam, y'all I brought a color scheme for the room like interior designers Here's a reminder: you go hard, but I go harder Think you can win? I don't fault ya, but I don't falter You just follow my every move like a psycho stalker Now you're career's on the line like a tightrope walker I'm gon chalk ya This how karma do you If your angel here (hair), alarm your boo boo And if she prego, then I'm airing near her (marinara) stomach, drawing two tools It's shells over sauce when what I pull is on ya (lasagna) noodle How come every time you pen a (penne) line You act like I'm the best impostor (pasta)? Well I'll put bucks in the stock, n***a, show you how to invest a dollar Did that shock you? Oh well, I'm just trying to send a message proper Then I'm shocking your dogs' necks like electric collars Holler back, I'll follow, you and your Miss, Q I won't miss, no miscue, they'll be saying, “we miss Q.” The pistol I wave move crews (cruise) and leave them sea sick; The ratchet lick a (liquor) shot off the body like a freak b**h Not to mention, if I'm at you with a sub, it ain't a sneak diss It'll sit you down just to pick you up like a ski lift This the Kingpen Y'all think he going vers' me for the name? My sh** is Magic; he just trying to prove he Worthy in the game Play hero(-)in(e) O.D. for trying to murder me in vain (vein) And get bucks from the pound like currency exchange I'm insane I know some people say I sound like you But I will never be a motherf**ing clown like you Bosstown [Round 2: QP] Y'all indecisive on that first round? That's what you make of Q? If I lift the cal (cow) on him, is that still debatable (debate a bull)? I ain't Mickey, this ain't Disney, but I came many (Minnie) of miles on him Your clique ain't got a father figure for any, then I'll son them I'll sit your whole circle down while spinning a round on him You know, duck, duck, goose, you know, Indian style on him We clocking these rounds on a old timer or a watch? n***a, let's decide Against Daylyt I got cut a minute short, that's sixty seconds; fine Go against the agreement here, and I get anything less than time And I get stopped, watch and get clocked, soon as I get pressed for time n***a, your Tecs and nines? I don't want to hear your about your f**ing bars with a gun; it's a fable I know you gon ignore the sh** and rap about the sh** one minute later I'm the DJ: every time, I'm in the club with a banger I got a revolver so big, when it's slugs in the changer I need a court recess for me just adjusting its chambers Aim at y'all necks, Friday, done, I'm already on the move with My cousin, for the record, shopping: I'm Craig on his new trip J.J., Dede, remember the chocolate Payday story he told Roach after only two hits? That just go to show you, like Craig, since a kid, I been on that pool sh** Brew wits; potions, elixirs, shots, potions, remedy; sh** that'll play with your mind, and invoke you mentally I'll unfriend you on Facebook, my n***a, then come poke you physically Then hold a spoon to your open wound to add insult (salt) to injury He say, “See, like my GPS, I ain't never lost.” See, it's lines like that, and robbing like a b**h, I should Set It Off For wilding, I should hire a hit man and pay the extra cost Cause you'd be more beneficial dead. What's that? Better offed I had to head east to find a bird this soft; faster foes peep He didn't want to take me. He's piano lessons: ask him low key n***a, but I text him all caps with a mad emoji Trying to back out. I made him do it. Chilla, now that's a cold feat(feet) This n***a came in the game fronting the Kingpen; See old Jerome here the same as Ross How you get here with the RICO, n***a, when you never paid the cost? I don't buy bull(bible); that's ungodly. Pray; I just can't exhault They call me GodPen, ‘cause this is how Jesus would've came across I pray to God: I say, “it's through you I do everything.” Yep, that's what I told the lord They say me and him in the same boat, when we ain't even close for sure(shore) I'm the captain; skip a n***a who ain't never been on a boat before No, I'm the captain, skipper, n***a. Who ain't never been on a boat before? Is C(sea) sick? ‘Cause now I see a n***a going overboard Lock you up, close the doors, n***a, you taking the charge C.O. Jerome here probably think he's safe with the guards n***a, you catching wreck in the bathroom, or it's straight to the yard You KingPen, but you ain't Chapo, you not escaping this bars Now that was fire; I was gonna chill, but sh**, I'm just getting warmed up I mean I swear. It's gon be the first time somebody in jail got smoked; You KingPen in this joint? Good. Take this L(el), Chapo n***a, you always come with the toy lit(toilet); by now you'd think it was seeking You like Dot with the punches how you always reach at the peak end You always doing a stretch. I guess it's ‘cause you think you a KingPen But this n***a probably wake up from sleep and he's scheming This n***a wake up, fold your blanket before you go and get a coffee Put on your white Iversons, say some sh** like, “Yo, this sh** is saucy.” n***a you walk around reaching all day. I know it get exhausting You walk through a plethora of bu*terflies like, “Yo, get ‘em off me, get ‘em off me.” You what Chilla told me? Beat him, become a winner. My climate would then feel Like my fans be through the roof; oo. Nice, it's a win(d) mill You crack me up. What're(water) you thinking? That's ice on the windshield I don't know how cold your goal is, but mine is win(d), Chill You got lost and found yourself in somebody else's jacket When you got out the freeze You taking raps off-hand; cut the crap. This is how you thief Running with that jester, you're a clown to me Go ahead and steal(steel) all around to the point they got to crown you king I'll use commercial transportation to try to help explain his fault Him and his crews(cruise) in the same boat, washed up, never taking off That carry-on line you stole from Big T? n***a, plain(plane) was cough When you bus(t) a flow, it's with somebody else's train of thought [Round 3: Chilla Jones] Until now, every league that tried to set this up, I refused it I only took you, 'cause I said in my head, “f** it, it's time to do it.” Y'all say my luck's(Lux) up like he gon show up with a coffin and put me right into it I tuned it out. For the record, I juke boxes like diner music If he lose it, he'll say New York is biased, so why should Brooklyn choose him? He said his battles, I look and viewed them For techniques, then I took and used them Y'all seen Q lend e'rry(culinary) art to me, right? Now watch me cook and(cooking) school him This crook foolin y'all For that, I'll make his life span shorter I don't like you. You a dishonest, pill-popping gram snorter You say a lot of sh** about the boy up on them camcorders But now that we adjacent, state them(Jason Statham) like the Transporter Lemme state mines. I don't like how every year his crew switch You came in repping SONS, now you found other dudes to move with Then you got all buddy buddy with Born, on some new(Nu) sh**; Nowadays it's Qleen in(cleaning) his ear givin Q tips Truth is, sh** never ends in your crew's favor Where was the bail money when Bonnie got Booked? When Born was couch hopping, where was Nu's(news) paper? Remy owed money out in St. Louis He was ducking Magazines from them tool sprayers But Bro sure(brochure) act like getting money is in they true nature Fronting like your groups major. Innuendo Where if you ain't with it then we… in ya window But if you with it when it's finished, in the end you win dough The kid's getting spanked by the ruler; I ain't a N-U-N though I made it though to see a scenario where in the end you win though I mean your second round was fire, but no I'm bout to smoke QP sh**, I guess in the end you endo A pin code: I'm money on these battle rap stages Your baby moms already expose your battle rap wages I bet you brought every punch in your notebook, back to back pages But you make twelve hundred a year off battle rap You should go back to Backpages Outrageous. Every year you out here snitching and saying names Creating scandals for your peers for a quick few days of fame And meanwhile, you rely on being an escort for making change Your Backpage ads say, "If you're male, it's extra.” What's “extra”? And I ain't playing games He gave his old b**h an STD, left her burning, and she hate the pain That's why his ex-ting wish a(extinguisher) big can would spray the flame It's lame. So what you gon say? I should hit you up for ghostwriting 'cause there's a lot of things you can help me with? n***a you s** dick for money. As far as I'm concerned, you can't tell me sh** You unhealthy b**h. I'ma show y'all this fiend is stupid I'll take him(Kim) to my connect out in Brooklyn Figure out which door he in(Dorian) and lead them through it And I'll be Frank like, "Q came Miles, and L(Andell)'s ain't working; The weed is useless He took an X pill on the way here, so, sh**, I figure a little mo' E sh'(Moesha) do it.” I told you, my man a modern day Escobar Then I left, and he got swarmed by the set so hard They took his sneaks, took his phone, even his metro card So you could say I played Q better than Fredro Starr Bars. But I ain't tryna call cops to arrest Q I told y'all I came for the k**. I'ma rest Q Let's go. Fresco better come to your rescue It's true. I'm a big dog, ready to crash barriers; Ironic how your name is Qleen but you back terriers(bacterias) He scarier than most, but you could lie some more Acting like you a gangsta that bring rivals war Who put batteries your back? Check his spinal cord You'll look and(N) see(C) double A's like the Final Four Lord. It's a new day fam So when you think who got the juice Put my face in the picture(pitcher) like the Kool-Aid Man Damn. You thought you would win, and that's why you losing now But what did you expect Q? You always been a loser clown It's time you should retire, 'cause we all seen you lose a round Against Mr. Jump-to-Top-Tier-from-the-Proving-Grounds Bosstown [Round 3: QP] Go ‘head, Chilla. I only do coke, and you keep trying to say it's crack Keep bringing up the male escorting sh**; well b**h, you fitting to pay for that So you a writer and Uber driver. Kick your sh** into gear You battled me ‘cause you said your daughter had a wishlist this year So you hook her(hooker) up with Jon Dough; now you the pimp it appears My gift happens to be why your daughter gets Christmas this year This sh** just gets weird I mean, battle rapping it, taxi cabbing it, I don't know many that would But if the pay is what you say, then I guess really he should I mean, you're jobless; it's a fair opportunity, there's ain't plenty of joobs I'll spell it out for Chill, a J-O, any(N-E) is(S) good And when he in hoods, you got to understand it looks A little weird you in your rear-view as each demand getting took I ain't talking Smack, but I got a ‘ac, n***a, where you can get booked You make an arm and a leg just walking on people hand and foot This man chin, look. Before I even start rapping in here I got to address Chilla's unsuitable razor bumps; they been slacking for years All's well that ends swell; that's what's happening here Did the keloids crawl down from the back of your ear? Got to your jaw like, “All right, start unpacking, we're here.” Did that get under your skin? Good, n***a, it matches your beard As it appears, you've been faced with a bunch of hard bumps Are you abreast that under your neck maybe you got a couple large lumps? I'ma box you then re-box you and let you attach a large pump To connect the dots on the neck you got to that Lettie Debbie Star Crunch n***a them sh**s is juice pack fruit snacks; every one he cut gushes The goat's girl got, it's got a little bumpy, but f** her I mean, she like, you know how it be. I know your honey must suffer When morning s** expose your neck What's she see when your honey nut? Clusters I'll bump the goat right here. I'm just waiting for this sh** to pop I make the swipe, p**y, break out. Just know that this pimp ‘ll(pimple) knot The side of your head. Slow it down. Oo. Those are temple shots Get it? Slow it down, the side of your head: those are both temples. Hot Simple thought. You Uber-smart. Not only cabbing, but you hype hype Lot hype like your favorite song is rapping n***a, Qleen popping with me; Two-choppa ‘sembly. When these chrome is clapping Both them b**hes singing. That's Tamar and Toni Braxton We'll turn the inside of your whip into a Queenzflip song reaction He known for snatching. Nothing original about none of your raps Umbilical cord: boy, you could see sons(SONS) is attached Then you copy like a b**h, and got the stomach to match n***a them razor bumps the only time you've made something from scratch n***a you f**ed with a cat who ain't f**ed with; it's cap n***a, he beat his self, it's the same You call yourself Chilla still(steal), n***a, that in itself it explains You KingPen? That's got to be the most selfish of claims Don't shy(Chi) away from these two L's, ey(A), I'm spelling your name n***a, you fell in a grave, stealing sh**. Kid that you morbidly would do The flows you're taking's your motivation and forcibly the muse It's hard to digest; I just, upchuck orally when you Come up on up-and-comers like fifty-eight names who don't normally get views But it's the Patriot Act; see, his game tape's getting formally reviewed Catching up to you, I guess you bit off more than you could chew If you beat me a round, I'll retire. No flipping word-spin I'll retire, as in, n***a, no longer working I got to win every round; my career's going on thirty No; I'ma win every round. My career's going on. Thirty Qleen Paper on Traphouse: n***a, I ain't showing no mercy First thing's first thing. W on my porch, don't be stupefied Especially taking my steps to blow up; n***a, you using mine You coke reaching; I start teaching the moment I toot a line They call me GodPen, cause cross me, and Jesus, you'll get crucified