QP - QP vs RemyD lyrics

[Round 1: RemyD] I'ma start with telling KOTD, y'all welcome I know it's seldom you see a rare specimen so raw yet so well done My apologies you gotta see me against this frail bum Folks think that since I hail from Street Status the QP I should battle be the URL one Well, Umm... that's not the case I got the n***a that used to yell S.O.N.S They kicked him out, cause when he farted and belched Conceited swore he smelled cum That tough act don't prevail cause I'm a real vet that did more then held gun Radio for help cause I crush stations (Crustaceans) if them shells sung about, get your bell rung If I'm lining up and aim, set fire to the rain and have you in Hell (inhale) deep as Adele's lung But let them tell young good with the wordplay And that would be a credit if it was actually a reference to how his verse made In reality he a actor with theatrics on rehearse stage He serve game so it turn straight, he good for the word play I'm good for the wordplay but my work make you take The L out for yourself now that leave my with the word pay I deserve cake for every word aimed at this dirt stain Who shouldn't of had turn gave to him in the first place But I was eager to give KOTD they first taste Of a pure St. Louis lyricist referred to by the term "Great" I'm dangerous, fierce make it clear when the shank is near Head sliced, top, red stripe like Jamaican Beer Take it ear to ear and make it pierce into this n***a throat Stick knives in your windpipe, turn it to a Piccolo Critical condition so pull in medics n***as that lost only blow in the would win (wood wind) section If I cut up your gut with a knife When the blade slice, bu*terflies in your stomach An I ain't talking stage fright You've been a big part of why this sh**'s just awkward Battle rap filled with misfits and big sh** talkers For real n***as to witness it's been horror So don't ask why I'm f**ing you up, this is karma [Round 1: QP] Remedy, treatment for injury or disease or designed As a verb, is to set right see that sets right up for story time This the turtle in a rabbit race if I start a little slow it's fine But say I lost by a hair (hare) and I'll send shells toward his (tortoise) side Making his future, Ohhh bleek (oblique) You know, your side If you didn't get it, that's foul (file), get organized Before you rhyme we all know, it's nothing but tumbleweeds, crickets and focused stares Joker if you a King then this crowd would have thrown (throne) them chairs (cheers) Damn so, I'm like Rapunzel towering in that lonely lair Giving you a chance to climb up cause the opportunity is golden here (golden hair) You good at making stuff up, you should have been an engineer You need to work on your mechanics, I can see that without a engine near p**y admit it, if you timid why interfere You the scariest dude this side the globe, all I see in him is fear (hemisphere) Your mental gears must have shifted into a full blown brain defect Tell me you ain't accept this battle for the headlines but for that fame and press You'll make the news (noose) with a clinched throat, strained and stressed From me showing you the ropes, since you felt like you could hang... your next (neck) This thing was just an experiment, some Jamie Kennedy sh** You almost missed your big shot, this was initially Brixx Knew he wouldn't last 60 seconds the minute he split just like chimney bricks And I (Santa) kept pa**ing him presents (presence) but didn't never give him the gift If you think I'm plumbing still, oh sh** you finna be pissed Don't be shocked, getting defeat, I'm on an energy trip You still foggy, all my enemies get Is smoked then put them in the clouds where they finna be missed (mist) You do dished and use soap with a lemony scent This f*ggot actually knows the number of women he's kissed And the fact we all know that don't any exsist The first row bought (robot) it, cause yo's come with a simile kits And the first robot, it for sho' came with a**embly kits What if the minute he spits, he gets cut off heads.. what's that, decapitate? If I say can you k** me, he said I'm about to what, procrastinate If we shoot it out, Innuendo (in yo windows) it's simple, the gla** will break With bullets coming over the top, f** it I wouldn't exaggerate [Round 2: RemyD] This whole battle scene done dropped and gone wrong It's like being a real n***a and a battle rapper's an oxymoron It's honestly rediculous watching these little b**hes Running round actin like drama queens and snitches Why even be in it? It's a conflict of interest For a n***a to risk his freedom just to rhyme how he living With the nine that he gripping or the crime he committing And the lines and the lyrics sound kinda convincing Til you met him in person and your eyes get to glimpsing How the true persona is not in line with the image When it's clock time to drop rhymes he Popeye with the spinach But when its shot time he not live, he shy and he timid Quiet on his phone like his hotline is sizzling When he just thumbing through contacts like an eye lens prescription He from a GrindTime division where the high fives is given To the guys writtin writtens for lines lined in fiction But with my kind it's business, I'm doin things corporate Putting n***as to work like Human Resources Putting n***as in hurt like UFC tournaments Putting n***as in dirt like you the seed, I'm the florist Look at me, Look at me, you need to see this You see this performance I mold my creation through? Only cause Lush One dropped dough, he paid me to Everybody know I'm gonna slay the dude It's easy to break him down, sh** his whole bio's degradable (bio-degradable) I watched Soul Khan body your whole squad with no prob' And you made that elephant face f** look better then a nose job And oh god, you against Swave, truly insane You moved in a range to close and got threw across stage Right in the middle of your message, the sh** was pathetic You saying whatchu doing is getting hectic And what'chu do continue to, whisper; aggressive Now I'm suposed to give you a lesson you never learnt Fox where was you to stop your homie from getting burnt Okwerdz you the big homie in Stockton, you ain't tell him first? Sticks and stones break bones, words never hurt But let him tell it, Swave had numbers that would get him murked, and it ain't that crooked Team Homi was in the building, yeah Harlem and Brooklyn But the reason the real man category, a place I can't put him Cause any real man pushed would of just had to take that a** whooping Instead of having your town look all sad looking This kind of sh** shouldn't be brought to the table, like bad cooking And even if you ain't jab hook'em Your raps full of how you clap bullets So you could of at at least shot Drect before he released the damn footage [Round 2: QP] You can't out cla** me, period no matter the time or subject Cause each lines on point like Cupid arrows shoot cause they designed to love it If you forget them good writtens (good riddance) you could say bye to bluffing Cause once you freeze--I'll know you can't rhyme for nothing No, speed it up... Once you freestyle, I'll know you can't rhyme for nothing The rhymes the gun and delivery, we could say it's the bullet Each categories empty for you and they should be the fullest And your vids, maybe Podiatrist is a good way to put it Cause I always see defeat (da feet) when I looked at your footage Look it's the p**y that says bullsh**, through a fake cough When you beefing with erryone (A1) you cooking with steak sauce Once this blade slash you, you'll be looking to skate off You know I put him on ice from the beginning I mean, the look on his face soft (face off) I make sure you feel close at home getting k**ed in his domicile Send an escort undercover, the little girly you got going wild She'll be tossing your salad while the sh**s going down Just like that rim job, then we'll (wheel) bring the chrome around Far as your style, what I could do is follow you with the punches like, this is my son And only hit him with hay-makers, but different sized ones You get cold co*ked from the side where the fist'll fly from Blindside but they don't enter inter view (interview) but get the job done Now son when I styling specific, you mimic, how could you not refrain? Gay imitations will never be a match, sh** is not the same You think it's Gucci, your crew a squad of lames You know what'ch'all look like when ya'll walk, a flock of flames (Waka Flacka Flame) You still in college lame, Juko, didn't know you was still trying You take Anatomy right? Cause you like getting bodied in any field you try in Save it, if David could sling rocks and even k**ed a giant 2012 December well, in the end (Indian) you'll get k**ed on my end (Mayan) [Round 3: RemyD] It's more holes in your story then my pants belt See I know you would never personally handle a sh**ty hand dealt Against Swave you said, if you got writers block you'll just hit the S.O.N.S. and grab help Well as uninspired as I was for yo b**h a** I did every line by my damn self You see, I'm top down built for this grind, watch how quick I design Hostile lyrical lines with compound syllable rhymes You not that big for my size I jot down visual crime Like a roundhouse kick to your mind Get you knocked out in minimal time See I ain't worried 'bout your Glocks spitting None of your shots hittin and your clip shorter then Robot Chicken You the weakest link cause yo type frail If you squeeze the heat that keep my shells You'd think the kickback harder than sneaking up on a Clydesdale What'chu woofing about, I know what that hood sh** about Same result every time, pull a trigger, a bullet come out I wouldn't dare doubt you pulling in clout You should make ends meet well from how good you put your foot to your mouth But see youngin' why I don't have to speak about gunning Cause I'm 20/20 with that 30/30 to keep it 100 I'm good sniping with my scope, it look like I'm a shot pro I'll pull out a blindfold and hit bulls-eye with my eyes closed So it's nothing to put 5 in your top though When it come to beef I cook mine to a pot roast If it's any issues I could lift up on a pistol Put it to your head shoot the temper out ya temple Bullets is finna spread through every inch inside your mental Ya foot get hits next ya leg I'm ripping up the middle In the Medical like metal stethoscope to your chest And blow out your solar plex and left pectoral into four sections Know checkers when you play chess with a professional My level show you need a telescope to check my episode I leave him back forth and left right for being Rook With this L see your life in the look your night (Knight) getting took See I'm swiping the hook with slant moves like a Bishop You drag Queens is trash, can't go against a Rap King and emperor of that ring you entered That means you n***as is Pawns, can't be contenders At all it's a difference of cloth from which I'm cut So even in the event that I slack my trousers still hem him up See it's a must I demolish ya Cause how I feel about you is how you feel about Swastikas I could take your two arms, legs and emerge your neck and then turn Your torso into a pretzel, how it's stretched in a curve Tell you prior so it's when you think on what I said it's a burn And I take your body in a casket but your head in an urn I'm never concerned with irrelevant terms you bring my way Question my gang affiliation, things we need not say Just know I'll get Piru guys thru to bring my rage And have B's knock on both sides ya head like Beats By Dre [Round 3: QP] I say this huge ma** got you caught off guard, is that distracting or what Am I a turkey cause hey I (AI) think practicing s**s Fruit, not too many compare (come pair) when it come to matching me up Keep it 1000, I told you stack a G up Cause when real soldiers go to war we need something like a rack (Iraq) to meet up You couldn't mack a dame he into (Macadamian), based on the cash you (cashew) give up Your girly's into all men (almond) and be bagging it up And you get pissed dat she hoes (Pisatachios), that be crackin me up I got a date, an my plan, it with her, cause in the sack she gets nuts There's no come back for this sh**, I mean absolutely no rebu*tal And I'm finna break it down like a board game, so don't be puzzled You'll die in this round, clearly remember the global bubble When I get it *click* popping in the circle, you should'a known it's Trouble You play Street Fighter but ain't known to scuffle The last time you pulled a card, it's was thrown and shuffled You fall right under a b**h as if you known to cuddle You could'a been a mack but what you jack it/jacket up laying your coat over puddles Your hoe is subtle about us and how it lays, I guess your woman lie I'll be out with Ms. Jeckle, she'll see you and run and hide (Hyde) I been pinching your girls loaf she gives me gread, do you Wonder why? All I did was ask for sugar, like a good neighbor she let me come/cum inside As long as I don't (idle) catch you dancing in places I be We won't have a run in man (running man) If you kept wins (winds) in rotation, it'd circulate and I'd become a fan But what you've got in store, can't corner me, thank you.. come again Your style is Alice with the punches, I'm still waiting for one to land (Wonderland) These are monkey bars, they're over your head, but do you understand? Slow it down, I had to use Con to run a scam Listen you may say P nuts (peanuts), but it spread, so they gonna jam n***as and b**hes in Paris want us to become their friends (France) But I'll transform you to caterpillar food yeah, you'll be actually grub Cause you're only good in sections, that's got me factually bugged You premature maggoty scrub, being a little fly got you bodied cause you just a gnat to me (anatomy) cause I gotta run this back, now you just a gnat to me cause, naturally, you only a little fly You'll get bodied cause Anatomy's actually a field of Science You're under-developed, maggot not built for flying And you don't grub, that's where the caterpillar ties in