Psycoses - JC vs Psycoses lyrics

[Round 1: JC] Before this battle you were pep talked by your team You were filled with story's of triumph, including the fairy tale kind They told you, "Don't be shook, JC is no better no worse Y'all damn near are and have parallel lines" but see sh** like that.. Is why words can get confusing in the worse way, us being parallel Implies we shouldn't even be crossing in the first place So, what brings you here? Need a shot? Called them to get me.. To play Roulette, where the first rule let them know this gun, is never empty So, let's get to why they here Close your mouth or you will get this b**h peeled The slash from here to here will leave him scarred for life The sh**'s real He'll be looking like what he should of kept his lips; sealed! But, if we spare him How we gonna get him in the trunk? The fifth wheel/will See these hammers bang more than a nail He wanted to be the only one on uncut till the tip; drilled! But see we gonna forget, we gonna forget all these quick k**s Cause we wanna see him get murdered slow Furthermore, I just wanna get my hands dirty And rub in this Purell/pure L like a Germophobe Understand who you dealing with Top 5 with that pen that's wordplay f** what any of your nerds say, that spot permanent Like a Verb wave Now I know Berb don't even got the waves no more, that was his perm days But this first wave will leave leave him nappin' Curled in a box like Verb fade See the call that came probably said, "This is a big shot for you" But that is not the truth, I left behind a story telling cemetery You can check every plot for proof Half of these bodies never even resurfaced For that, you can check the box for proof And we gonna make sure his casket shut We already grabbed his tux and y'all? Gonna max his tux, that mean, follow suit See the problem is that this is just a warm up I just taught a n***a who was all performance, how to preform bruh And now we got you I read all the comments, I would ask you say more but The shot to the stomach put everything out on the floor That's my definition of bringing it to the forefront Your turn [Round 1: Psycoses] Y'all ready? So it's JC, AKA Julian Carter This ain't gonna be a close fight, so hold tight, cause if you rush our crew Carter's getting hit outta no where like Rush Hour 2 So don't try, when I smash the juice out this fruit Either bottle it up, put the cork it but don't whine/wine I'm a common threat to all these vets and dog is next So now it's Project X And I'm choking this midget the whole night And if Carter Deems/deems, he'll put a 'Mac in front of me I'm open handed giving this gnome five! So f** your whole life (Not like half of it but the whole thing) Cause I'm after the test to find ample success I surge in/surgeon operating with a cold heart so I'm by-pa**ing the rest I don't care what any bible pa**age said This time you won't see JC rise back from the dead Cause I'm smoking a cross J with wraps/raps like Pineapple Express When I'm rapping, I just put this b**h behind bars like they locked up a broad on... Locked Up Abroad I'll catch you slipping while you listen to J Rock/rocking a cross Will have J rocking a cross You better pray that J rocking a cross Or I ain't the one J walking across And J walking across when J walking a cross will put him on the other side of the street faster than J walking across J's talking a lot but facts is when he lacks conviction in You're a bigger b**h than the one you came out of You act feminine You have estrogen You and your mom probably both look alike It's the exact image when you're facing her p**y You have your face in her p**y so I'll put your face in her p**y and shove you back into it You'll be Mobb Deep in that snatch sniffing it A Prodigy in Havoc it's that Infamous Even my last victim is still in a bag, stiff and the medics will have to send a kid in a mask To send a kid to the last syndicate Bandage you then you go Black and blue head to toe Like B Magic in his fits, hit up my main man to finish it Bullets open his brain like a therapy session when Psy' call a G/psychology and have them mess with it Damn pimpin' this man's limitless And I can send him his d**h and just benefit When it gets evident that I'm just better with pens And contending with veterans that's penmanship My best verse now is like Em's first album; that's Infinite When you're rapping it's sad listening We can't bare a tone/baritone so I'll trump it/trumpet like bra** instruments You'll get served and pa**ed over the 'net, badminton 'em And get put to work if you cross the line, that's immigrants (Lightest round) So time to photo finish it With no question on when I'm leaving who won My stone cold penmanship like photosynthesis Cause what you say is light so I'm eating through son/sun And try to fight a right will strike your side spike his vital signs And your life is like a pirate site when you sit calm leaking True Blood So keep it moving Cause I'm swinging fluid and keen with movements When strikes land it for sure like Randy Couture Cause I'm a natural in the ring and proven So take heed or you can be the dude that's eating through a feeding tube Or leaking fluids, liter's oozing and beat to pieces too When I'm Atom Bombing like a fleet of crewmen with a speech from Truman Think I'm not being true than you better get to debating You bet he's mistaking the outcome Cause I strike like Union workers with their benefits taken So keep your mouth shut There's body bags at all my battles So you can make sure your homie's found one But don't jump in that b**h yet cause this is only round one [Round 2: JC] Yo KOTD! I took a great break I ate right, tightened my circle No, I didn't gain weight I changed the shape And NOW, I'm at everything Whether we warring over words or trying to maintain space With the TOM', all you pigs can get aired out Wait, wait...time, pig's skin get aired out See, that's Deflate Gate! The problem is When I'm firing punches The accuracy make it seem like it's more than one gunning Then it's disaster/Dizaster So serious/Serius you might not even see the punch coming At this point, it's not willing if you ready to go for it It's if you can get with it And this sh**? Producing bodies in numbers We at six digits Kicked in his door, the sh** we pack? Like grandma just fixed it, it's a meal But right on the side of the meal...BIG BISCUIT n***a, brother, mother, pops, the sh**'s sickening It's only enough room for one psycho And once I go psycho, Psycho's sis' get it Now I know (Talk to 'em!) I'm 'bout to I said, that stutter problem came real quick didn't it? I said, it's only enough room for one psycho And once I go psycho, Psycho's sis' get it See, you don't write sh** like that And the sh** this b**h spitting is fictitious That's why none believe in you {Smacks chest} Unbelievable Big difference They gon' say I'm real for accepting this But I'm still regretting this Wanted to clap him when I saw him Could've got peeled in the same room he met us in But since we had time to relax, I'm back Real reckless sh**, hit the stash, feel tec's and sh** Pa**! Son, getting all the bucks This the last will and testament Step to this It will only make it worse for him I'm certain, his mans will have to conduct a search for him But don't check no bars Cause they're not there, clearly Plus when we blast off that's last call That means when he get capped them organs stop serving him Now I know one thing These current event punchliners is partly confusing It's such a f**ing easy fad That it's hard to remove it and I can do it It's like if you wear a vest These shots deal in roofs/Dylan Roof like the Charleston shooter (Just came up with that in two seconds. Your turn) [Round 2: Psycoses] So they got me battling here the black Malathion Dismantling his mind Ironic, my biggest opponent to date is also the smallest Something about that sh** isn't right But Jules is faker than the diamonds on Brian Pumpers' neck so I'm saying, "f** battle of the night" You haven't seen JC get rocked like this since Pa**ion Of The Christ Now let's get biblical Cause I'm raising Hell on JC like the Antichrist shown from Ezekiel And every sentence I write like the resurrection of Christ Cause a body rising before the end in time is what I'm showing the people But they praise this square like he's the holy mecca And no one known can get close to reach you I could've battled anybody And everything he bruise/Hebrews is real light/Israelite So how are you one of the chosen people? This h*mo's see through And just cause we think you might be a flamer Doesn't mean we think this queer is hot I'll give this p**y a clean check when I pap smear this twat It's like Lil' Wayne face tats Cause whether you're a permanent top tier or not This ink will have you fearing God You think being a gang star/Gang Starr is instrumental for your group But what your DJ Premier is not To me each name is crucial, bleach stain removal I take these marks out just to clear the spot Going off the deep end to catch a body like Wendy Peppercorn in the Sandlot And Smalls is just here to watch It ain't a thing to me, I'm not concerned with a win or a f**ing loss I'm just trying to figure out who put Cousin Skeeter in the Indian In The Cupboard box So f**ing stop Cause what you perform is trash but just display with swagger Cause you perform it fast and in a favored manner PG stepping while you force your raps and just displace your grammar Like orange ya glad I didn't say banana? Or you'll spray the hammer But those gun bars just don't apply to me Besides, so what if JC rides with heat and fires at me I'll come back and dump an arsenal/Arsonal like Mystique Oh, you're violent? Please Those gun lines...ain't facts I've mentioned Arsonal cause that sh**'s like midgets And I motherf**ing hate that! Just state facts You're faker than McLovin's ID saying you'll shoot a strap But I'm used to that And where I'm from, these dicks get drawn on Superbad Blew fire rounds using two arms like hadouken blasts Quick to have you outcla**ed and in a ditch Bueller fast He'll lie in catacombs or I can plan to go to find him at his home And you'll get snatched Get it popping like virgin cherries And leave this p**y bleeding all through the pad See this p**y get washed until this douche is bagged I'm too advanced to do Dizaster Some of you don't catch the brutal queues that fuse confuse when I'm moving fast Run through the Math I'm knocking heavyweights out this ring fast as a Sumo match So whoever bet their chips on this mark is gambling against someone on the roll like shooting craps Cause virtually, you're just animated See G I/CGI created graphic image when I'm using raps You won't be walking right, talking like Walter White Jr And have you Breaking Bad once the bell rings And face off like [?] went through the blast I've gotten more people bodied with ink than your [?] of tats You haven't seen a Challenger get ripped apart this bad since that NASA sh** blew and crashed So lose the act And trying to appear too raw You're the most animated b**h pretending to be a solider since Disney premiered Mulan So now it's Susan Boyle (Y'all don't get that?) It means the fat lady's singing, so hear, move on Cause you thought you were leaving with a win, it was clear you wrong It's clear; you wrong Cause you're not even a vet' JC You've just been here too long [Verse 3: JC] You too this, thinking it would be a shot, straight to the top And wound up being a shot straight up to the top You gotta wise up I mean, I do research sometimes and I would love to share what I find But he right here I can show y'all he not a k**er by picking through how he said a line Like, line for line, you are going against a prime writing prize fighter That's why you always hear this rhyming kid booked I don't think Madaline had a line nicer This is a lesson Maybe the answer to why you moving so slow I mean, it's hard for the notables to notice you cause the views is so low But why search, for what's right in front of you? Here's a chance to expose your enemy in a closed vicinity I'm too sick They proved you, don't hold the remedy/RemyD I mean, n***as battle you, they become hotter If he was supposed to be anything When they gave son/sun LIGHT POWER, he's solar energy But I mean, if he's solar energy, it took you 3 months to get 4,000 views Who's looking? After this, through booking This was emergency timing, with all that nursery rhyming You ain't bringing no house down, you wolfing But me? I'm the reason for reconstruction Say I'm not All these vets taking new comers and tough schedules All out of attempt at staying hot And they say that they call the shots I do Then you wanna be in my sights when I let off the shots Well just know, these lasered weapons could bring about a great depression Who ever the stock mark it/stock market drop, metal in his mouth Embrace the Glock Faces drop cause they know we mean business With the trey like Don't Be A Menace That mean a young n***a raising 'Pac THAT is a bar THAT is a bar THAT is a bar THAT is a bar Random multi's and flowing what you think is a punch Bruh, you literally hit these n***as with nothing Talking 'bout, "if he throws a straight that's Soul Plane, I'm taking flight on pimping" That means he runs from the n***a that punched him That's f**ing fire? You need way more to k** a k**er Now all the fans witness d**h in the flesh Reaper the man visit with Hand written transcriptions On how to create a body off lines like Transcendence See this man's finished Text's/Tec's flew faster than Imessage but they hand written On who's level? Forget comparison You can't get with this regiment Choppers open his car door 'fore he even get out That b**h a gentleman Wet backs for the runners, turn his friends to relatives See the problem, is the Heaven sent veteran met with his schedule and ever since I've been bombing This sh** popping, can't sh** stop it I squeeze foes that'll leave holes big as the one Bin Laden been lodged in The problem with psychosis it's a loss of contact with reality It's all mind but I move too quick And that's the problem with Psycoses By the time he come in contact with reality, it's all mine But I'm too good for you bruh, your turn [Round 3: Psycoses] He just said that Don't Be A Menace bar And y'all reacted like that was a crazy punch But after this battle I'm gonna be eating off this f**ing body like "Na uh fool that's the baby's lines" Put your whole family in a box like the Brady Bunch, nah just kidding You made your name off the URL stage That's where you career reached its peak topping And now you're over here in someone else's business, quite eavesdropping Cause ever since you left Smack everyone of your battles has either been debatable or a clear loss that was deemed costly How have you been off Smack for so long still can't show us a clean body? So speak calmly cause you check my resume and put it out for the rest to see Before me, RemyD was battling Reverse, Pa** and The Deadman on the card and getting cheese Til I put his career in reverse and he pa**ed into the dead man on the card, now he's getting Cheese So you better flee, you're an upper cutter put this little p**y in the air like Rafiki in the Lion King And when I'm through I'll just toss him You'll rest in peace That means no worries...for the rest of your days Hakuna Matata But if you come up here I'll win this h**ne, I'll shoot this hero in vain/vein like h**ne with this product And if your clique wanna get brawling I got bags in store for every one of you b**hes You're thinking the sh**'s Prada Cause whether it's improv and I just jotted this slim thought of grim slaughter, it chopping I'm beginning to binge off it A Big problem like Chris Wallace I get a bit from a Pit for Vic' when I wildin' and just dog him I already put a mark on this body I see JC in the palm of my hands like stigmata You're just not a threat when everyone of you cats is the same style If I see him with his wife with a weapon in sight My shell oh bomba /Michelle Obama first lady like the president's wife Listen, you're lollipop kid, Oompa Loompa size of me when I was three Terrance Howard's mini me, looking a** ain't doing none of that sh**, okay [?] It's all a public facade just to sway crowds It's like a green screen Your whole background is animated to match your character's image on stage now Where was all this gun talking when Charlie Clips was all in your face loud? Clips had you dying like Robot Chicken from a straight round Young Kannon exposed you for recycling bars What a shame how, a cannon has you wilding out on stage You're Conceited is something you can say now 100 Bulletz got you drug out holmes like a DEA shake down You're the dancer JC Why am I giving them the break down? And I hate how in your battle with Chilla you say you're hard then you use sh** like Facebook bars The only similarity between your Facebook bars and Facebook's start Is that they were both made from Marks And these hands, like social media how they connect on sight/site And come across in your jaw And make your face book and your whole status change with your thoughts on a wall I'd squab with you all, I'd even brawl with your fans I'm Edward Scissorhands when I spar in a scrap That means I'm sharp with the hands See I've never been the type to talk about sparking a strap and marketing that Cause I always had to count on my hands like I'm retarded in math Star in a [?] better yet a star rising One if this art's finest to start climbing with bars priming with hard writing like this whole arms lined with arthritis You aren't like it, you aren't violent I'll caa caa ta ta this foo foo lame or hard line you With no proof to claim you used to bang you're like Snoop's new name cause Dogg you are lying/Lion It's like a retard trying to spark Tyson with your jaw wired Snoz prime with a lob sided clogged sinus like you got signs of Bronchitis You feeling hard? Start striking This hand left so many Chins broken I call it the SARS virus I leave jaws hanging like that Universal Studios Park, try it Your head will be so crooked the Baltimore PD will start riots This mark's lying saying he's shooting the chrome It's just cubic zirconia, Jules/j**els is faking So how is this vet', giving me a shot when dog is getting put down like euthanasia But your supporters saw this battle and thought that you would take it Well this might as well have been a Blackout event Cause the fans have no f**ing clue who you facing But this is Back To Basics 2 So I'll take it back to basics too And back to basics to the essence of hip hop like Zulu Nation And if you threw two straights I'll move through swagging And this hand, will leave at least two two's hanging And this hand, will make you Youtube famous! If this pest starts bugging I'll move this insect inside/insecticide when I'm smoking holmes/homes; fumigation So your career and this event are perfectly matched and make sense Cause off of the amateur moves that you have been making It was only a matter of time before you ended up You just lost the battle