OnlyOne - Only One vs Reverse Live lyrics

[Round 1: Reverse Live] I know you thinking you gon' hold it down, but don't hold your breath Homie the moment that Only steps, I'm throwing an overhand bolo check That'll collide with your solar plex' like a Boeing jet Make your soul eject So fast your ghost still trying to throw hands cause you're dead and you don't know it yet Til you glance down get a glimpse of yourself with an open chest Looking like you Hogan flexed with your bone and flesh Matter of fact, I won't be surprised if I only left Only's left You soft bodied, I'm a robo-tec mobile Mec in a Polo vest You thinking you can pose a threat? Repping SandPeople with a style more Forced than Kenobi's set? Well dead that Or I'm coming after you and your homies next And the next time I stroll your set I bet that I make the SandPeople scatter like Boba Fett in a jet pack I come through swinging leave your dome a mess When the left land? Have your face peeling off faster than Jonah Hex in a meth lab Motherf**er looking like you got a quote from No Effects as a chest tat You wanna know what rhymes with, "some serious trash"? "Conspiracy raps" So I hope you left yours at home today cause I ain't trying to be hearing all that And I ain't saying all conspiracy theories are foolishness I'm saying, I got your new music and had to cut it off half way through the disc Cause you put so much of your faith into that useless sh** I wouldn't be surprised if I went to this losers crib And there are oil painting of Immortal Tech' on a crucifix Half the government sh** you say on a track Is jaded thoughts from a cranium packed With quotes from some dude who made up some facts So you could feel privy to knowledge the average brain wouldn't have But his information just acts As something to fill the void of the actual education he lacks You gullible stoner I'm quite tempted to make a zeitgeist reference just to watch you lose your f**ing composure That sh**'s got your rapping like your pen game's main influence is Skully and Mulder Yo, this is that character a**a**in sh** You ain't matching the bars after this So what you have in your cord is the fact you've been touring And comparing it to the path that I'm forging And downplaying this battle with me But I know you took this battle for free so don't act so important And as far as battle goes You're the only one to put only one of 'em up in three years So it's safe to say that Only One is the only one that doesn't deserve to be here [Round 1: Only One] That was dope but I don't give a f** You should be looking for a dick to s** I got paid $200 for this battle, I know it isn't much Also, on everything, I argued in your defense about how fat you are with my friend He was like, "Nah, nah, nah this is the fattest he's been." Look, you a walking space craft flight, crash site My thoughts darker than black ice I steal yo' blade and slash you with it; jack knife All you see is the flash from the barrel and attack light Those skinny jeans is mad tight But the only thing that goes wit that beard is bag pipes It's really hard to know where to go with this sh** For a while, no one's even known you exist But I see you at every event and I'll never forget You're one of the nicest guys I ever have met When I battled Nate, it was so sloppy Off a 30 day tour with a broken elbow but that don't stop me To the crowd he a hometown hero, he a homebody So when I battle you it's great, cause you ain't really friends with nobody Just know, in doubt...it's ill sh** what I been 'bout After this he'll dip out cause he's not in the in crowd This Reservoir Dogs, I cut off your ear with a blade Grim reaper you drug by my shear to your grave I'll cut your throat like cutting beard, get a shave Slam your motherf**ing mug in the mirror til it breaks I'll bury your [?] with a motherf**ing pair of grenades I get carried away I'll burn everything you care for in flames I'll run up on you the American made barrel go bang By now, you probably should've stopped cutting your veins But I know you still self destructive, stuck in your ways You in love with the pain like Courtney Love when it rains You'd probably k** yourself before you end up with Love like Cobain I got a 7-5 that's an AR-15 cut in two My trigonometry can break a fo' fo' to 22's My trigonometry can take a 30 i. 6 then add a Mac-11 And that's an AK-47 I got pistols but they not Glocks I'm lock stock, if we talking gun sh**, I can talk lots I really have a gun smith so I can talk shop I never leave home without one Bullets can be outdone, but never outrun This is what it's like when you getting outdone I got clips with 30 rounds this is only round 1 [Round 2: Reverse Live] Listen motherf**er, if you want these problems I'm in Portland with my team and the most techs/Tecs you ever seen like Rasheed Wallace And it don't matter if that sh**'s true, it was f**ing dope dawg be honest Cause it doesn't matter if a single shot gets fired I come through on some bully sh** and pull your kids Put you in a noogie b**h til you make them profits wire To my account, bounce with your ho to Vegas Make it rain til arms get tired Then back to the hotel to f** and roll hella blunts I score and hit the headband like Damon Stoudamire You have a weight that says malnourished and a face that says Alchemist But what you touch don't turn to gold it's turning cold looking like the lost lurking soul Of Dewey from Malcolm In The Middle If he grew up to mob around a little Pinto pitching Valiums out the window Or at the skate park selling Dose brownies to the kiddos God are the Hesher types guaranteed to end your life With the reefer in your mouth asking if you can get a light and the facial features of a Cenobite Cause you the walking product of government garnished checks And copping coke that's partly meth No matter how long you rest it always appears you hardly slept f**er As far as this format I'm an architect Fresh Coast alumni, battle tested with dumb stripes like an Army vet You ain't f**ing with me, think you are then, bet I got hands on deck like the cards are set Asking for a hit and you get your sh** split in two like Harvey Dent Gut shots rip your center Garments, flesh, whatever parts connect Leave those intestines chilling outside like a quincenanera party tent Yo, start to flex find your top knotted cause the Screwface will get you Marked For d**h Yes, that was a Steven Seagal movie bar that was hard to catch Po' pimp stepping out the broke down car so fresh I bet yo' b**h still try my dick She get the message when I slide up, just like Sidekicks Have her dropping dome on camera, like some flicks by ISIS She call me "Dirty Harry", cause I'm dirty and I'm hairy With an itch only fixed by violence And the big body Magnum be the sh** I ride with You feeling lucky punk? Homie try to run amok .45 will f** him up like a midlife crisis Never cross me see, over here is Hell's Satan Talking beef I'll knock your teeth across the street My right swipe that pale face in Put your grill in the parking lot like you were tailgating motherf**er [Round 2: OnlyOne] Look, I'm not a Two Face so you can't call me Harvey Dent I'm more like The Joker and you my b**h, you Harley Quinn I'm pretty sure Megadef put on a fat suit and that's you After this sh**, don't act brand new {Reverse Live spits out his water cause he was laughing} I'm pretty sure Megadef put on a fat suit and that's you After this sh**, don't act brand new just cause I smashed you You still gon' smoke me out, yeah that's true, that's true You won't make it past act two I be celebrating my win cracking Remy like Papoose I be smoking with The Saurus About an ouncey with Alfie If you took one dab with us you would ralph on your Ralphie I've been in county in Cali but I counted some bounty Blasting B.H.O. my homie, put a pound in a brownie I was made an Ironman like Robert Downey and Audi My room smell like Maui and cloudy I fight with my b**hes, Ronda Rousey arouse me I'm a rowdy a** alki like a townie in Southie You bouncy cause you curved and round I don't even think you're fat But it's funny to write a verse about because it's something you're insecure about But I would never tell them that you would never be my homie But I told you I was gonna tell 'em 'bout you texting me emojis Motherf**ers try to pocket check that knife in my pocket Come at me sideways out of pocket, I cut your motherf**ing eye out the socket Chase and Ill' the best, I get 1/3 slice of the profit This whole time I've been writing you off, now that you on my sh** list I'm writing you off it And I can't pretend to know what you f*gs think Like Illmac' being my homie is a bad thing Y'all bring him up to distract from the fact that you not rapping He's not the one crushing you this ain't a tag team Look everybody who brought up Ill' to me is not as ill with rap I don't have my homies fight my battles cause I'm not a little rat If you battled Illmac' he would also peel your cap But I'm the one dealing your d**h and it's hard for you to deal with that And if you ever say you don't like my music again I will slap you in the mouth What are you mad at me about? After this sh** I'm still gonna get you my solo album that isn't out that you keep asking me about You love my sh**! [Round 3: Reverse Live] Yo, back home you march around With Illmac on your shoulders like he's Master Blaster in Barter Town Telling people you push trees loving how hard it sounds But they made weed legal in Oregon homie you just a f**ing farmer now Even when you could get knocked for bud you the type to get popped Half hour after they lock you up they already got the plug sh** sh**, half the block is in cuffs If that's not enough you even told the cops what's up with the decent taco truck That's up the street from where you got the d** And it wasn't in Cali so those tacos s** So just so you know when you start to talk like you hard as rocks I'm laughing imagine you whipping your father's drop around the town when you started off Pa**enger seat, Suicide Girl reject is the reason Every prescription pill in your apartment is gone Both of y'all singing Trap Queen in a flat key You make her call you Artsy Wop Thinking you an outlaw cause you taught your Pomeranian to bark at cops Safe to say where you from the blocks aren't as hot Portland's idea of gang violence is hipsters in tall argyle socks Playing ultimate Frisbee in mall parking lots I'm just saying, out here the Tecs are thumping Out there the techno's thumping Out here the vets are thugging crossing out sets like nothing Go there, throw signs the whole time everyone is a**uming that you're deaf or something Remember cousin I know half your hood look like they walk up out a Target ad Don't get me started you want no part of that Cause you ain't even the hardest cat on your Starbucks staff Probably getting shoulder checked by pompous brats when you serving up a grande frap' Yo, but if you really want it p**y holla back I'll lock yo' a** in a Boston crab and have you body slammed With an impact that'll blast the block in half like Mega Bomberman Legends come from the cloth that I'm cut off of, you are not attached I'm severed from textures of separate inventors You mettle with lesser recreation while I was pressed with endeavors To catch you slipping decades ahead of your efforts I had you bagged up before you ever knew better Call me Slevin Kelevra Call him, a waste of opportunity Without you on the card the event would be better Cause who believes in OnlyOne? Illmac' is the only one That's why you follow him around like he owes you something Wait for him to toss you some table scraps for a page of raps Let's see how long that foundation lasts Cause quotes and crumbs ain't holding up under a cat Who has came up going for self like an only son Toking a smoking gun in an open run Aiming at s**ers like you climbing ladders to success built with stolen rungs You're a leech Getting battles off another man's bragging writes Even revealed through a text you sent to me by accident That Illmaculate's now managing half your fights? I received it, sat there just laughing like "sh**, I guess this ba*tard ain't satisfied Already getting a stash of his back up lines." You should be embarra**ed you're a grown male Riding the coattails of a jacket that's half your size! [Round 3: OnlyOne] It's a fact Oregon and Cali have the best weed It became legal in Oregon that's true that's why I moved to S.D And you can talk about Illmac' managing me but you can s** a dick son It's called a f**ing marketing plan and yo' a** should get one Look, you didn't wake up in a new Bugatti, f** it You woke up in a Honda bucket Push me p**y I'm your kamikaze bu*ton If I k**ed you it'd look like the Illuminati done it You'd be hung by hooks from the ceiling like a human body puppet I'm like the alien Sigorney Weaver was with But it's more like a piece from the script to the prequel to it Cause I'm tearing you apart piece by piece into bits Then after this I'm leaving this b**h underneath the debris of a ship Like Charlize at the end of that Prometheus flick Look I don't f** with dime bags I move actual weight And I don't long board around cause I actually skate You fat in the waist but lumberjack in the face You looking for a hood rat you rape that won't attack you with mace Yeah, call it what you want like a battle rap verse But I got enough trees to fill a trash compactor Even though I started with a sandwich bag first I bag up 100 with a ratchet a** bird No competition, pop is getting back to back murk I will drive your dead body in a Cadillac hearse To a church where they burn you and turn you to ash in that urn You Reverse cause the way that you rap is backwards I can reverse life and bust you up with a bat Shoot you in the mug with a gat Put a 12 gauge slug in yo' cap or cut you in half I could reverse life but that's nothing but rap I wish I could reverse d**h and bring Pumpkinhead back If you ever say my name we will on sight scrap I will pop up on you like an online ad If I reverse life you get shot like blaaat I put you in a peroxide bath I shoot you with a arrow wearing a Hawkeye mask I put you in a box like Zab I could reverse life but that's not tight rap I wish I could reverse d**h and bring Sean Price back Look, there's a lot of lame a** I could beat like a drum But ask them, they they king and run the streets that they from Come to find out I could roll up they rap sheet in a blunt Talk about reaching when these motherf**ers speak on a gun That's a reach and that's the only time they reach for a gun Look, I don't give a f** if you from the burbs or from the hood Reverse Live it means "evil" it's understood Which is perfect cause evil always loses to someone good The f** is good?