Kid Twist - John John Da Don vs Kid Twist lyrics

[Round 1: John John Da Don] Now when I heard this event was called Back To The Basics I pictured us in the hood with all the cracks in the pavement Where the hood rats don't never speak but the ratchets be waving The guns like proud parents, they do all the clapping and raising But not a white boy, I don't mean for that to be racist But where's Charron? At least he was on Black Entertainment Now I'm pissed, cause what is this? Charron's f*ggot replacement You getting stuck underground like you trapped in the basement But I wonder what you mother thinks of this She's prolly with your dad Watching all your footage on youtube, they prolly getting mad Cause battle after battle, she watching everybody whip yo' a** You must be Brenda's Baby cause it's apparent that mother thinks Kid is trash I guess y'all using me to get him popping again So you should change your profession cause he's not gonna win How about a Jamaican hairstylist? I mean that shouldn't be a problem my friend Cause you done brought Twist in here (hair) now you gon' dread lock this in What's your angle? (Don't anybody wanna hear some f**ing bars?) What's your angle? How I'm lost cause I talk about how my pound spread? Well I'd rather be lost alive then found dead I'll give Twist the metal (Twisted Metal) than fire on this clown head This clown said, he don't make music, he just battle rap Blatant disrespect to the real n***as that have to rap So leave this hip hop culture alone Techno fans y'all can have him back I'll pop corns and box him so it's nothing to get this Cracker Jack'ed I'm on here cause I'm getting that cash There's a body and it's time for you to get in that bag And just know, when you get done spitting that...funny sh** There's still two more rounds of me whipping that a** [Round 1: Kid Twist] You're talking about flames to the clowns head and Twisted Metal That was a nice scheme, but you couldn't have people excited with your music if you drove an ice cream truck You deserve a platinum plaque for having the worst name in battle rap There's a guy here named Sonic Soundwaveus and your name is worse than that Even your acronym is bad JJDD, what is there a hidden message to discover? Like you're a DJ who's dyslexic with a stutter? If all I knew was your name I would say you were white 15 and haven't seen the hood a day in your life And when your mom asked, "John John, pa** the plate to your right." You're like, "Mom, you didn't add 'The Don', you're not saying it right." But I'll bring the real reason for your name into light You're a double John cause hookers make you start paying them twice I'll sh** on your repeated schemes and all of your void threats Cause it's number two only on multiple choice tests You're the seventh best rapper who's come out of Yonkers, that's the truth It goes L.O.X., DMX, Wapps & Juice then after you But when you're from a city that sh**ty nothing can really help I mean Tyler, The Creator was in a video called Yonkers and he k**ed himself I guess Angry Fan got an anger management plan Started cracking smiles then lost his anger and fans You even remind me of his blogs and how he intros them all You're writings strictly involve throwing random sh** at the wall But when it comes to his music, John John is John Cage Your most famous song is one that's not played Cause based on your battles, we never buy what you put in stores It's Marty McFly at the school dance cause no one's heard Johnny Be Good before You've got a basic style, a basic flow that fits a basic kind of beat Your basic lines are barely at the baseline to compete So when they set this match would fit on Back To Basics I agreed Cause rapping basic is your niche and I'm the basis of this league [Round 2: John John Da Don] Just as I expected Sarcasm and some corny jokes but that sh** only works In a room, full of corny folks You got to go along to get along, ain't that how the story go? So for me, too black round whites tough, I'm not an Oreo You bore me bro With your dry delivery and simple wordplay From your wardrobe to your gestures, you a epitomize the word "gay" Y'all done made your own Olympics and then threw me in the nerd race But I'ma let him win, cause I only came to give him the metal in the first place Gun bars, and I got more so don't f** with me I brought my nina a friend, why? Cause she enjoys company I feel like Andy with Buzz and Woody, these toys stuck with me I let 'em take turns with Kid like joint custody But luckily, you ain't really built for that kind of war So if you don't wanna end up holy, book, but that's what they made Bibles for Two battles in one day, and I wrote for both of them the night before They say I'm breaking records like I sabotaged the vinyl store But what have you done that's significant? I'm listening I mean you did enter the Grand Prix...but you didn't win Now then again, you was the former champ that used to get it in Until Hollohan, aka God put you away like you committed sins I can't describe that battle, cause I only watched one part of it I skipped right to the end, to see who wins to make sure that last bar would hit Without a vest on your chest to protect that little heart in it It's gon' be impossible to stand this still/steel, like you got Parkinsons I'm only here cause I'm getting that cash This is a body and it's time for you to get in that bag So just know, when you get done spitting that trash There's still one more round of me kicking that a** [Round 2: Kid Twist] {7:00} Your tattoos are the "white girl, music is my life" starter pack You walked in the shop, saw their sh**ty flash art wall of tats And said, "All of that" And your beard looks like you're wearing a neck pillow You need to see a barber and quick Your own mustache refuses to be a part of this sh** See, you don't get props for your bars, just for the trips you take to perform Like nobody's lost in as many different places before Take it from me, you're like the kid who didn't make it in sports You've been getting the Battle Rap Participation Award Against Eur' you said "Jean Claude you're Van Damme" That's the sh** that's depleting the scene But it all makes sense guys, he said he was Wolverine in a dream If your bars require a dream sequence they're automatically terrible But beyond that the whole concept is so wack it's unbearable Like, "sh** is real. They're caught in Vans out here." He might just catch a case If he sees you doing under ten and runs up to slightly scratch your paint You thought Don't Flop was a step to grow but it was all a set up though Eur' just needed content for Bad Bars episodes It's like you're recording tracks in jail and have vocals to send When you flow from the pen we can tell you're phoning it in Like when you say a line over again And you purposely bend it then claim at first we don't get it Of course we don't motherf**er you changed the words in the sentence But it's not just your bars John the way you put them is weak And that monotone like you're aggressively reading books to a beat Insomniacs your Johnny rapping, they're good for a week Call him Obama, his drone can put you to sleep [Round 3: John John Da Don] Now when I heard I was battling Kid Twist There was something I couldn't get off my brain Cause wasn't you like 22 in '09? Ok, now you got some sh** to explain Now I'm not calling you a creep because you damn near 30 trying to get in the game But what kind of grown audience could you be targeting with "Kid" in your name? You a foot job folder away from being a pedophile I bet your mother had a water birth and sh** got wet and wild Cause when the midwife pulled you out the p**y she said, "Let it drown" She had a will to see you die in that tub when you were Seven Pounds So settle down, I still tell my haters they can "s** dick" They'll ride your wave 'til they go overboard, that's how they jump ship These rappers say my name til I respond and then they ducking I feel like Magic Johnson, the most accomplished PG that everybody's scared to f** with The day you get married, I'm flying in for that weekend To bring your wife to America, but I'ma send her back freaking Cut you off if I tell her to, my pimping that decent She won't even claim Kid during income tax season I guess you thought, I was coming with some wack sh** Sorry, this ain't what you expected, you been Cat Fished I'm battle raps Raymond Reddington and guess who's on The Black List? A white b**h that thinks she got her own lane, Danica Patrick This is practice, and you really trying hard right now I know you wishing you wrote some gun bars right now And you pissed, Organik got you on this card right now I'm sending you to meet Reed, get in the car right now I mean, I'm sorry if y'all came for a fight But God's calling I think it's time to make your way to the light But please don't say The John if you ain't saying it twice And if you don't add "The Don" you ain't saying it right [Round 3: Kid Twist] Since you still bring up your one scrap like it's a big deal Let's get Dumb' here to try out some kick drills Make you Don Quixote see how you fight against wind mills But I won't mention who it was in that brawl you were boxing with Cause snuffing someone this week, that's a Hollow accomplishment You just repeat yourself John, maybe bring some tighter sh** Another catchphrase is John's way to finish writing quick Like there's a loop in John's brain of some simple lines of script If we're in The Matrix John makes me think it might be glitched Battles s** now, John's phrases symbolize the sh** The crowd's his backing track, John's great at synchronizing lips You know what you'll hear John say every single time he spits? Your rap name should be John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Cause even without the catchphrases all your lines are the same They're like the nines that you wave, you don't take them outside of a range So in real life with a threat intent on doing you harm You'll have my awkward stage presence, you won't know what to do with your arms Example: Let's say someone breaks in your crib Your wife screams loud enough to wake up the neighbors You grab the heat but then you freeze when you face up to danger You have the right to bare arms from a Declaration on paper So when you say your Constitution won't let you do it, I mean what makes up your nature But I don't hate you John John Da Don, I hope that you're getting paid I hope these battles live up to a living wage and put food on some dinner plates I heard you might have a kid to raise, I hope they get terrific grades And you have college tuition saved at an excellent interest rate I hope they benefit from the hard work it must take For these people to listen to your sh** for six minutes straight You rapped on the east and west coast in a single day That's something no one else copies He's a Looper, he traveled back in time to get himself bodied