Ness Lee - Real Deal vs Ness Lee lyrics

[Round 1: Real Deal] Pristine, crisp clean, 16's, king me Notebook brings horror to big screens See y'all probably wondering the correlation of flicks seen It means I could ride by on his team and do a drive by in Christine But I'm a party boy, Marty's boy, yeah I'm a bit Sheen You sip lean in a state where fake rappers make strip fiends Knock it off your block is soft, everyone on your strip's clean If they let them rockets off they tops come off like a strip scene Syd steam rolled you in Georgia let's just roll with the Syd theme Another case of Syds/SIDS putting an end of some kid's dreams Acting brave with a Pirate won't get you home safe like Sid Bream It's Ness vers' Cliff Lee Believe It Or Not I Ripley's Hold on I said rip Lee's like he split seems on his jeans Now y'all was probably thinking that was my impression of you But I'm just f**ing 'round seeing how your setups are used Cause I don't get it you just stretch it they like, "Ness is the truth He makes it look effortless." Cause it really don't take effort to do You keep going and going the crowd's like, "Why is he rapping this long?" While I'm getting to the point like a pa** to Chris Paul I'm on my Grizzly, you walking up my path to get mauled I teach hard knocks, you ain't in the cla** so withdraw Judges, if you know bars you wouldn't think this dude goes hard This is Bruno Sammartino versus Bruno Mars Until I raise the belt I'll be raising hell You keep it funny style, something like a Dave Chappelle But when that hammer there at ringside graze the bell You'll see this born again Christian have to save himself Until I'm dead and gone I'll be on my paper trail Word of mouth is even your Dungeon Fam' couldn't show you a way to sell Hold on, in other words any rapper that can rep they were born in the ATL Can get stretched and torn like an ACL See here's what y'all didn't know, he was on Interscope He was next in line to get gwap They was supposed to push your record you was supposed to get all kinds of guest spots But Ness they lied, they said "goodbye" your precious signing meant squat So this will be the second time you got a Real Deal and the second time you get dropped [Round 2: Ness Lee] Y'all 'bout to see me smack this white kid He said it's easy to do what I do n***a, be honest, it took you a week and a half to write that sh** So you don' fooled people into thinking you can rap huh? Got all your nut huggers greeting you with back rubs Apparently you just have to yell, act tough, spit personals and folks won't notice you wack, huh? That's what you do ain't it? Scream stereotypes and spew hatred Like a true racist I'm in front of this dude a few paces I should slow my set up so I don't go overhead like suit cases It's just me and you now, a calm dude vers' a yeller A Thomas vers' a Weller and as comical as ever Cause I'm usually cool, I use words to prove student But it's a new day b**h, you don't know what to do do you? You ol' super extra regular face a** Fake accent having, painfully average play dad A straight jab will make your vision fade to black Ray Ban your face crack and your brain matter change it to grey ash This is a lame match It's like Moby Dick don' rearranged the past and rearranged the path to chase Ahab A different weight cla** And he straight spazzing but he ain't mad Ain't that Okwerd back in the day swag? You Stan you will pay cash to have the same hat And the backstage pa** so y'all could actually shake hands What can I say fam'? I mean you are a monster, your sk**s came from another player; Space Jam Yeah, so about that screaming, all that tough talk, are you about that even? I'm 'bout to prove to y'all his fake anger is good for nothing I mean he could be bluffing Let's start pushing bu*tons If I go this close to his nose I'm pretty sure a little spit gon' hit you that should be it bro You supposed to react off impulse and if you don't you're exposed And your zip code knows you're b**h mode The lames you murder always jabbing at your son Well I take it further and actually battle rap your son Trevor Junior, you f*ggot, I'll wipe your daddy from this whole Earth Come over and smash your moms while you doing home work I walk out her room with boxer shorts on Kick over your pillows like, "Oh you done built you a little fort huh?" Cut on your favorite cartoon a few minutes later And every time you giggle I hit you with the paper You little gay nerd, and daddy don't buy magnets so he don't have to put your wack doodles on the frigerator Alright that was enough, you're an actual punk You ain't swing or say nothing your tough act is a front Stop it [Round 2: Real Deal] This southern dude called me "an average faced racist", portraying me as evil I'm from the north b**h, my great great grandparents fought to free your people Now, I know what you thinking "White guy, in NY, surrounded by black folks He ain't gon' come on this stage here and clown me with black jokes." Ow, that's where you're wrong b**h, you are blacker than a VHS videotape You are blacker than a satellite image of space You could be Sudanese, like part of there indigenous race It kinda looks like when your house burnt down but you didn't escape Hold on, y'all mad at me? Y'all mad at me people it's a battle I'm just playing Hold on, you gon' make a flier that says, "Middle Pa**age" with his face on it? I'm just saying... I mean, nobody's gonna pay twenty bucks to see that sh** Okay, you're thinking it's just me Til you got a line of people outside the door like, "Give us free." See, I'm just trying to make him mad cause I want Ness to fight me Left and right me News flash, what y'all think I'd let him Wesley Snipe me that's less than likely; move back The way that you rap is not that hard I can make him up a template But it's only two minute rounds, it's time to take it to his pen game See your flow and themes are slick, but you over-scheme a bit too much It's accapella battles, you don't win cause the way you wrote the beat was "sick as f**" And I'm not saying that yelling is hard but sh** I'm selling my bars You put no emphasis on punchlines and weird inflections on irrelevant parts In other words you sound lackadaisical, like you ain't doing this sh** by choice You'll say some tough sh** like, "Let's take this outside!" using your inside voice Cause you's a Georgia peach p**y, keep coming at me sideways get hurt You've been due for this a** whooping are this extra time made it worse I'm finna have this p**y trembling like how a vibrator work When I put hands on him like a Hi Hater shirt f** your methodical attack all your body blows and jabs I got Pacquiao punches that'll knock him on his back Do you copy bro? If not let's go say "adios" to rap I see a lot of hype but I ain't hearing sh**, audio to Smack I'm fittin to stop by Rone's frat, get my white friends Find your mama's pad and Jazzy Jeff your dad up out the house You would think hockey was back in Atlanta when we take that b**h and thrash her on the couch There was a Midnight Train To Georgia but not the kind that Gladys sang about We treated that b**h like a talking parrot and kept on stuffing crackers in her mouth [Round 2: Ness Lee] This is pretty much the Lyricist's Lounge, shout out to Wordsworth I'll make your nerd hurt worse You said I speak with my inside voice, b**h do you not hear my first verse? So you blazing the heater in your raps now That's weird, well say it to me and it's a wrap you get slapped here But you was in Australia when you did it, word and that's clear You would do it there they had like 20 murders last year "The Working Man's Emcee", out of the gate, wow I can relate But when I think about it, you're late All In A Day's Work is what my album was named And I dropped that around say...2008 The title track Working Man, the front cover my work coat Designer cap with a nail gun under the shirt though So how does it feel to finally see why you're supposed to be in music Just to realize a black man from Georgia beat you to it Fricking stupid But peep it since I lead the movement You can work up under me for free if I see improvement Otherwise keep it moving and seek a union Before I beat you clueless til you leaking fluid like a heater unit It s**s to be you Struggling and dirt poor Only good to sweep rooms, buffering the first floor You hustle but I'm worth more So if you're The Working Man's Emcee then I'm funding the company you work for Homie you get clocked out, early take your lunch bag and then you get knocked out and buried with your punk a** You gone from the first punch I'm throwing at your mustache And bro, leave the work truck, I hope you have a bus pa** Yeah he studied my design and my music He ride to my music when you ride in your Buick You heard "Working Man" and your life was in ruins Cause your lifestyle was losing so you decided to do it And then you drop an album and what does Lee discover? This n***a went and bit my CD cover's fricking color He even stole the border "Ness he stole the border?" Yes he stole the border how the hell you steal a border?! Allow me to demonstrate his fishy ways if you may I will dissertate with exhibit A Notice: the similar tan shades, same pigment as pancake The left hand position [?] pigment is man made The black bordering, coincidence? Is the exact same It's basically the same cover you're tricking my fan base In closing it's really a definitive damn shame You proved you're from Pittsburgh by stealing my campaign [Round 3: Real Deal] This dude literally spit his verse and used the word "Freaking" This gon' get this man hurt Does anyone else find it's ironic that Marvin The Martin is wearing a Yosemite Sam shirt? Why do battle rappers act like they make money the Carlito way? I get it, it's funny I battle rap and I teach, okay Do me a favor, research teachers in the Key Stone state Summers off, salary, benefits, little homie try to tell me we don't cake See you ain't selling sh** in stores I know you ain't pushing discs on tour So you got a job like me and my J.O.B. sh**s on yours Now back to the tournament First round I'll admit, I thought Marv had gotten soft He said he was sad when he heard about your crib b**h when I heard I threw a party and it popped This match that set your home ablaze, this match today? These similarities are hard to come across They're both matches that make your people say, "I'm sorry for your loss." Now Ness put a song on the NBA Baller Soundtrack called My House Go ahead, it'll pop up if you search it When I heard it was a song about your house I didn't guy it, ironically I burned it Alright, f** the jokes about his house I'ma go another route Cause you said you, "the dopest in the south...soon as you open up your mouth"? Pause that Cause now the word is out We heard about you turning out go on search him now Google "The Purdy Mouth Of The Dirty South" Toe tag, try to tell his old a** he's next They said dude was tough He in a crew with Dutch repping "No Gag Reflex" Cause he's type funny trying to stay in the closet about s**ing co*k In Bankhead they call him..."Bank head" cause he loves when deposit that money shot And if his head ain't bobbing he like that Charlotte spider, hanging from the web and talking Criticism on battle forums, guess who's on the net responding Get an update: Ness is logged in "What did I miss B let's get it popping." I ain't seen somebody hit the boards that hard since Dennis Rodman Ness Lee, net sea, let's see, you sweeter than Nestle Take a fair shot, chair shot, even the ref's see Your head leaks, Red Sea, no Jew I told you don't speak or address me Loose cannon I'm deadly Bruce/Brandon and you dead...Lee It's over, let's fill the bus for the tour Make Atlanta our first stop and charge 'em double at the door We'll book Magic City that's a strip club so his mother can perform If there's trouble and I hear this rebel yell, hell we'll scuffle on the floor And I'll break this ho's jaw like a Jim Crow law Then he can run and tell Sonny I k** southerns for sport [Round 3: Ness Lee] So he's talking about me posting on rapmusic.com I'll let you go on Oh you talking 'bout that same site you got 3,000 posts on? This tournament ain't 'bout no cheap gimmicks, it's street image A geek writtens, it's about music and who's a beast with it When P picked us our music had to keep 'em intrigued to keep listening for at least three minutes So why is he in it? I did a beat on his album, P ripped it Sonny Bam' dropped a verse and did his thing with it Then some wack dude ridiculous like, "Geez this is weak. He should be evicted." I quickly skipped him up like, "Where was your verse? And why did that geek end it?" He said, "That was me pimping." You ever notice when you hit a cat to get a match he's like "Pick from anyone we have we can get it crack." Then you add, "Yo I do music too." And when you ask 'em to get on a track he's like, "Yo, let me hit you back." And word is bond I heard your song about how the battle rap reputation hurts us all He said, "They think we can't make a song to save our life." sh**, sounding like that, they may be right Bro, your whole swag on a track is baby wipes A fact is a fact and it may be time for you to take advice See me, I'm lax on a track I'm smooth with it Fitted cap on sitting to the back I look cool in it My words are a vehicle you can cruise in it Hell Arsonal can take the kids to school in it I scooped a chick inside of the mall, I cool spit it And you might be alarmed but in two minutes she was buying my draws Then she came to my loft, threw me inside of her jaws And blew my brains on the wall like a firing squad And that is how you rap and I can do it on a track But when you're average and you're ga**ed your improvement's gonna lack If you go on tour with Tech' you'll be huge and get his fans But when your music is at hand they going to be booing from the stands You better get the cops involved I'll be honest dawg you're like a cotton ball locking horns with an atomic bomb Jogging the steps of the Taj Mahal to a Rocky song Practicing Krav Maga planning to rock your jaw White boy, PA, there's already Asher Roth You scream personals because you can't rap at all You're the great white hope, that is why they grab your balls Cause if you were my tone you wouldn't be an afterthought n***a