T-Rex (Battle Rapper) - Calicoe vs T-Rex lyrics

[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he bout to say It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** Summer Madness 3 years in a row, thanks for having me But what I'm about to do to my fellow 3 year member Few n***as might be mad at me I mean I could have his body floating in the sky to defy gravity Or have a bunch of bullets in his teeth like- f** all that You said your pops was on the grind like Big Meech He was on the grind holding his 9 with Big Meech But we could tell that he ain't doing no time for Big Meech Cause Meech got 30, your pops supposed to have 20 Well that alone shows that he dropped a dime on Big Meech Maybe I could be wrong, I ain't saying he ain't wild bro' Or a n***a that ain't let his 40 Cal go Well he's just a snitch at heart, a Detroit version of Alpo The sh** that Lux did was brilliant, but he kilt you with kindness And that ain't my flow I ain't satisfied til everybody on your block go Swat codes, whole strip filled up with 5-0 I might as well be a serial k**er cause first it's a bag then a box where your Pops go I feel like this is something that I had to do Matic's shoot, couple n***as laying on the avenue I'm a street n***a also, n***a, watch who you rapping to I'll have a Calicoe in a box like Summer Madness 2 He got a gun? Well that's something that he could sleep with My 9's spit together, they be on that Chris and Neef sh** Shoot his block then do it again, call it the remix Them shells will hit you and your man just like a freak b**h Lately all I been hearing is Big T and Clips All that means is they want me to feed Big T some Clips Tell Charlie I got Chicago guns, Big T clips Them heaters press til Charlie's on a shirt like a screen print But back to Cali though, I drive through clapping folks Flag on hanging out the window did it Cali flow He running while I'm gunning, I'm looking like .... Where Cali go? He home? Well I'm at his back door like the patio Goggles on, night vision, I see him, there he go He talk like he bout that life, but moving scary though Ain't no division when I hit 'em, but l'ma carry 4 He gon get kilt by a shell like Mario That cig spit his wig split, you dig this? k** Boone than I'm going back to Cali on that BIG sh** No small guns, hit Cali with the big sh** All my n***as ready to shoot em up like a BIG diss LNW, I ain't Leaving No Witness Cut him off in the middle of his round like Trick Trick I ain't here to speak to him, l'ma put that heat to him I want blood out of every one of Cal's spots, I'm like a beef butcher Knock him down, chopper rounds go "bublocka-blaow!" Farmer with a scope, I got a different way to spot a Cow/Cal I wait for 'em to walk past, I got 'em now And let that fif' go behind his back like he not a round I told 'em when he come to New York City hang with me It'll be cool up top like a ceiling fan This work I got is to die for I call it k**-a-grams Soon as he getting out of line I let them semi's blam I have bullets going through you like the middle man I mean all of my n***as crack lead It's like I k**ed a baby kitten, meaning that cat dead When that mac spread you know it's gon by back head And I'm shooting on the ground in case he lay down and act dead I'm from a wild street, locked and loaded with wild heat Only thing I could think about is beef when me and Cal/cow meet/meat Well since it's beef I'll have bullets going through Cal meat "Blaow!" Left him dead on the floor, that's how I ground beef Dessie co*k, loaded up with a steady shot Chase him for a mile, empty a clip every block Real k**er cooking n***as like Betty Crock Talking will get you cracked and everybody you think Ready Roc Wait up, I don't think they ready Roc K, Day, Ready Roc, said all my n***as names So you know they here to setup shop You say a mother's son is her prized possession, she gotta cherish him So can you imagine how that mother gotta feel When she gotta bury him? Me, I jet than shoot, Jason Terry 'em Have my DC n***as come do ft, I'll Wayne Perry 'em You see I'm leaving with this n***a head He can't f** with me, y'all know that THIS ni**a DEAD! f** outta here n***a... [Round 1: Calicoe] Them facial expressions and punch lines... you started that 02-'03 I was in middle school, where y'all was at? When Smack was building this brand you was the biggest part of that But he brought you here to die, you 'bout to finish where you started at With that being said... grown man bars is something he bout to deal with No matter how many times he make Mook look like a b**h on this stage It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** Where them Dot Mob n***as at? The same n***as he gon' get k**ed with Knock the Legos out of every n***a he build with I put something hot in every n***a he chill with Play your cards right, I'm at every n***a he deal with Let the mac barbecue every n***a he grill with D-d-d-d-dot mob! The same n***as he gon' get k**ed with Let the mac barbecue every n***a he grill with And if they survive I'm at every n***a he still with See I just showed up to this battle on some chill sh** I could've showed up to this battle without raps, on some III sh** Brung my Hitman it be showing out that's a Bill flip 8 rounds will take his waist down he won't.... Grown man bars is something he bout to deal with Dot Mob, the same n***as he gon get k**ed with Let the mac barbecue every n***a he grill with And if they survive I'm at every n***a he still with So what you gon say? I was skinny dipping with 6 b**hes Like you the first one to reveal sh**? No Rex, you better keep them lips sealed b**h Before you be the first one we see/sea lying/lion In that water on some Seal sh** See I been told Randy to meet me with the Glock See y'all think he a street n***a so he can meet me on the block Already k**ed Shine, after Rex, Mook should be meeting me at the top They say the venues be packed man/Pacman That's why I'm eating all the Dots! I had a problem with Dot Mob before I told Rex let's just let bygones be bygones Now we got into it so we just let bygones be bygones Which means we at war so I just buy guns and buy guns They going both ways, I'm letting my guns be bi guns This mag will bust him wide open like a freak hoe Talking crap? That'll get black jacked like Casinos You a tough guy? Try and run up on me like you Debo I'm giving out four 5's like I just hit the free throw I made yo Star Smile n***a And I ain't even wanna take the flirt To be honest she ain't even my style n***a But you married her so I'ma make her work That b**h a who*e Even Goodz told me that p**y hotter than Jamaican jerk I'm trying to think, if I'ma hit her with this 40 or to cake her first For them not meals n***a I'll make Quaker burst And give em the sigs/cigs like I'm signing my paper work f** yo wife n***a cause we ain't the type to taste c*nts Let everybody from her land cum/Lancome I bet I make-up and hit her area with 51's, that's a laced blunt The b**h try to weave this clip she getting her lace front And that b**h don't even got no hair So I guess Rex will get the banger and shoot Well I'll never believe that as long as he's hanging with Mook We push through blocks lil n***a who y'all move? Dot Mob, a bunch of b**hes, Moulin Rouge It's Landslide, BMF, I get 2 9's through It don't stop when we pop that, we 2 Live Crews Excuse my French, chopper season excuse my clip Slow it down, that chopper sneezing, excuse my clip I make sure all of them dead, you get the news I flip And close his curtains like I'm trying to abuse my b**h I been told all of you n***as not to play with me Every f**ing time I come out here I got that K with me Some Detroit n***as ready to shoot, you know they with me If you came to the city you probably wouldn't last a day with me This clip should give me half on the rent, n***a it stay with me I don't wait, I be approaching the n***as that say they came for me Now his goons got no rooms, I'm leaving vacancies If this battle taking too long n***a then wait for me But I hope it ain't Hanz in the stands that gotta waft for me Mistakenly he was one of the n***as that thought I was make believe When I switched sh** he got on me b**h sh** You know, makeup, weave, wanted to take the leave Soon as I seen Boone make the read But I was on some different sh**, I'm talking about taking seeds Make em breed wait 9 months for they retarded as to come out and make em read Mook was in Detroit at a club called Luckies Acting like a p**y I started to make 'em bleed So next time it ain't no love I'ma show up to that club than make him leave For that cash he'll get thrown in a bag, something like raking leaves We was gon F the n***a up But f** it he wanna pa** so he could take these D's Pause, to the immature mind that line was probably OD But if you know me and you pay attention to that line then it was OD I make a call and they'll Sprint to this n***a faster than 4G When that gun on the top of your lip, where you gon go T? (Goatee) You know Mook manager is from Detroit, right? Just cause y'all be in Detroit n***a, with Detroit n***as Don't mean you can't get shot by a Detroit n***a, in Detroit n***a Cause where I m from, Detroit n***as even be shooting Detroit n***as You from Manhattan why the f** would you ever come to Detroit n***a? That first round was crazy but it was light The next round we gon' talk about a lot of sh**, ICE! [Round 2: T-Rex] Swave, Red, Arsonal, oh my motherf**ing god I'm glad y'all finally made it to Summer Madness but I'm still the best n***a on this motherf**ing card Summer Madness, it's you and me Cal They said the person that win this battle is the person that's gon have the street crown So f** it, I'ma rap about keys, pounds, all 3 rounds And whoever ain't here to hear no gun bars, please leave now Jay-Z said he don't pop Molly he rock Tom Ford Well I'll have one of my lil n***as pop you than do the time for it This real rap, rap real, you could die for it You better have that 9 on 'em sh** that's the way that I'm on it But f** all that talking that'll get your whip sprayed A right hook will blow up his jaw, he'll need grin aid Hell with all that tussling I'ma hit 'em with the switchblade Cut him til this hand get tired than I'ma switch blades I'll rock 'em, I Tay Roc 'em he get his sh** caved For spite I'll catch him off sides like a Knick Game Wait, Spike, court side, Knick Game My JR's move up Mellow/Melo than go "La-La" with them big treys Gangsta, Rapper, Boss, I'm all of the above That 40 be like coffee it be all in his mug I feel like Diddy, Shine/Shyne with me, don't get caught in the club He play like 50 til he lose two quarters of blood Ask anybody about me they'll tell you Rex is official my n***a Why lie? I'll have them bullets connecting his ear Wi-Fi I'm from New York City where n***as don't do drivebys They just hop out on you shooting with hammers that's bout my size Me and his broad from Queens, that lil b**h you f** with We did the texting thing, I s**ed her face She called me complaining about her section 8 I got a wife, I can't take her there ifs a respectful thing I call her a runner up, I gotta take her to my 2" place And you just said you ain't got no Queens b**hes huh? Yeah right Only reason I f**ed her is cause you love her and her hair nice Over that freak b**h you ready to [?]fight For Gardner I lift that tool up and let it boom/bloom if it's plant right I can't have that, that'll get yo a** slapped Scratch that, we already seen what happened in your last match But past that, I run up on him and let that mag clap Have bullets going through his mind like a flashback That fit all chrome and that mac black Both got kick like Duncan Pinderhughes from Cla** Act Give 'em 21 from that gun, they call it Black Jack Have bullets going through his mind like a flashback No, but f** rap but if we ever go past that I'll be getting letters from my son and eating jack mack Big 44 make his dogs take a cat nap 40 getting shoved in his mouth like a snack wrap Where yo cats at? I show up like, "remember me?" Instantly, turn Cal friends into memories Trigger squeeze, blood start jumping out his kidneys Dot Mob show up with more arms than a centipede Even when I'm with my moms I got them hammers on standby I told her I'd murder a n***a's mother's mother for a gram ma (grandma) I keep that hammer, I was coming here to k** him I'ma knock on his door with that mask and that hammer All he gon see is a Calico and a Black-Face You'll think him and his father was looking in the mirror I'm a hustler, Cal, that mean I need d** So I fill it with blood, you try to mean mug Mask on, I give 'em that Halloween love Hook em to that machine courtesy of that machine gun Dot Mob, our bricks got the target on it I rap like my environment cause I'm a product of it You see I'm living and I'm dying for it I treat my block like a newborn a**, I'm putting powder on it Ask about me Cal, I hustled for years I get rid of that bud light But I ain't hustling beers I leave his soul undecided up in the air No stash box so the hammer under the chair I bag 15 nickels off a gram, damn So that brick be finished as soon as my work land The Connect, he love me, he tell me that I'm the man I'm selling that China White, my work come from Japan Drama, pop him, hit 'em with that Tec Let that llama drop 'em and pop 'em, rip through that n***a vest Let it go bla-blocka-blocka, go through that n***a flesh K-Shrie in the background yelling GET THAT ni**a REX! Dot Mob b**h... [Round 2: Calicoe] I can't believe y'all just cheered for, "bullets connect in the air like Wi-Fi" Back home I take on all beef they call me 5 Guys Aye Smack somebody just yelled "Get that n***a Rex!" from over here Please get this b**h away from my side But this the round I break you down But I'm just trying to figure out if I'ma speed it up or take my time This ain't the Cal that n***a used to He don't even know what he facing now Robbed him with no mask but he ain't see me cause his face was down Don't make a sound I don't wanna hear a Verb out of your lips even if Chase around Little man gon be turned into a middle man after he take these pounds How f**ing serious do you think I take you clowns? So many squares in that circle I don't even know how they make they rounds Basic clowns, nah they the opposite of clowns, know why I say that? Cause Ice was homie, he went across yo sh** cause he ain't play that Math was homie, he went across Mook sh** cause he ain't play that Ask your homie, when you apologized he made you say that Them n***as only tough off of ADAT Pro Tools or in front of this camera lens But in real life is what they won't do He thought he wanted Cal, but Calicoe is gon expose you This the Ca licoe fans been waiting to get a hold to So I apologize New York City, I know let a lot of my fans down I got Harlem n***as walking 'round this b**h like they the man now That's cause I was flipping, dipping and dealing that tan brown Trapping up 1-75 with pills and pounds No lie, I'm at his neck like a bow tie I don't f** with Dot Mob and all the real n***as know why It's cause them n***as broke and they be acting like they multi Plus you never trust a n***a that has been put in a coma Ice co*ked his hand back far as he could and went "thoma!" And I bet that's the last thing you remember n***a, don't lie Dot Mob consist of Rex, K-Shine, Murda Mook and that broad Daylyt You know what's coming, well I'll k** Rex Let that K Shine and Murda Mook in broad daylight I got k**ers on the payroll just as long as the pay right They love me, they living that do whatever I say life A couple shots of Henny, n***a that trigger finger will stay right I got 2 guns/girls, it's like I'm living that Stevie J life Oh, you got a job? I don't live that 401k life The streets is my job n***a I live that 4 or 1 K life But you gon keep getting struck, when you gon' strike back? You gon keep getting knocked the f** out, when you gon' fight back? Them n***as you with is b**hes, they ain't like that If you get locked up today, they ain't gon write back But let me guess, if them Landslide n***as approach then they might scrap Bullsh** cause if that was the case they'd all be screaming where Ice at? Creeping through the club with them snubs, gloves like Mike Jack His fam', they the n***as screaming, "I'll be right back!" Huh? What y'all ain't like that? Well f** it I ain't the n***a that took the night cap Just face it you're not a thug, you sit in a house and write raps Bout sh** you see in movies, fantasize on who you might clap And you roll around with a bunch of these corny n***as that hype that My n***a this is simple, Desert Eagles This is 50, it get you dimples So if you speaking on titty drums don't mention nipples Them last rhymes was so real/reel n***a I'm fishing with you I'm on a mission with you Don't trust none of them n***as Randy, they quick to get you Whether you a Don or Diva you getting Smacked if I flip the issue Bullets that'll rip through tissue Cause all pistols missiles So even if one of my pistols miss you, you still get whip lash {Chokes} What you 'bout 5'2"? And you want me to believe you do all of the sh** that I do? Aight cool Let's say he do all of the sh** that I do I'll pull up on the side of you like a drive through Shots from that window seat go from his head to his feet He gon fall dead in the street like Erykah Badu It's 2 people I trust, my gun 1 and God 2 You make d**h threats? You the type of n***a I give my address out to like, "slide through." If you ain't there in 30 minutes I'm calling back to remind you If you ain't there by the next day than we coming to find you I want your kids, I want that b**h Star Smilez and his mom too Cause this gun I palm dude, it be kicking like Kung Fu You got bands? n***a that's when I show you what drums do One shot pear his kidneys collapse and a lung too Dot Mob, diarrhea just some shy that we run through Gun in his mouth, it's the pro ure/seizure That mean he swallow his tongue too New York I'm back, look at all these bodies I brung you And f** that Jersey n***a Surf, that n***a's a bum too But let's talk about Tsunami Surf, I mean Rajon Cox All that tough talk, don't f** around and get Rajon shot But ifs different, I got k**ers that show up to Rajon with a blindfold They get Rajon John Doe'd See I put a band on Rajon head and of Rajon Rondo'd You feeling froggy? Than leap Kermit, I got that long nose I'm Gonzo with that Heat, I let it ring twice I'm in Lebron mode These guns going to the 5th grade, I let them 9's go You get clocked right inside of this club, n***a I'm Shyne Po But Summer Madness is like All Star Weekend of this battle sh** And I sat out the whole year and still m it on some Magic sh** I'm even bout to get the MVP like Magic Johnson, sh** I should quit But why y'all looking at me all in suspense? I told y'all I was sick Llama spit, zip up his bag like a pajama fit My goons eating anything I'm rolling with a piranha clique I don't know why they looking, they already know what time it is Dear Rex you wanna be a At P.S. we bout to find his crib Run up in his sh** and I'm knocking like where's Randy at? Cause if he ain't here, the whole house getting wiped out Sandy's back I heard you just got married, we trying to see if you a family man If you don't pay your bill they get clipped too, it's like a family plan And I got jaw breakers for all these nerds, welcome to Candy Land And I get that girl for the low Rex, I'm yandy man We don't believe you Randy [Round 3: T-Rex] If you ask me right, Calicoe came up around the wrong n***as The wrong gangstas, the wrong crews They must've teached him the wrong things cause he making the wrong moves Like for instance He came up under Lux, no, I mean Miles Miles lost to Lux, he lost to me, he lost to Mook Now what the f** can Lux teach you? How to lose to us too? This is a personal round, I don't give a f** about nothing else You scream BMF in your rhymes like you built that But do you be sending Meech packages or letters? I know he don't feel that Deep down inside that probably would make him feel wack Cause he the n***a that said, "It was a difference between metaphors and real rap," Have you ever had beef and n***as had metal fours and steel bats No barbecues but n***as putting fires where your grill at You talk about dog fighting as work and you filmed that? It's like you trying to go to jail And I got n***as that's trying to get an appeal back You scream BMF to the d**h in your bars cause n***as feel that But it's n***as from BMF that's doing d**h behind bars And they don't even rap Deep down inside I know that sh** make you feel wack Cause yo sh** was, "It was a difference between metaphors and real rap." Yo I gave Calicoe a call before Summer Madness 3 I said, "Yo Mook said", (this is on my son) I said, "Yo Mook said, 'If your chain Rocky than I'm coming for it ASAP." For some reason it seem like Calicoe decided to take that He said, "I ain't know who Rocky was when Mook decided to say that" But then he come to the Summer Madness stage and still say that If you ain't a stealing n***a, than what the hell can you say about that? I hate all you stealing n***as, it make me wanna steal you n***as And right after l swing on you Cal, you still my n***as Hell with all that he say she say, lot of n***as gon die from head shots Ifs gon look like a replay Cut coke and mix P. you'll think that I DJ k** him and sell the murder weapon on Ebay f** this n***a family tree, I'll chop it down He think he balling til his brain's sitting out of bounds No referee, the Tec with me, what I'm popping ain't a pill So it ain't supposed to feel like ecstasy Rap's like the drug game now cause a lot of n***as doing it But I see they don't know how Now if it's any sign of disrespect getting sent to Rex As far as guns you gon think I got the chip connect Assault Rifles, DE's, little Tec The lady in that walker from the kid on that pillow wet n***a from the lobby with the raw I'll have em s**ing bullets out it like the shotty was a straw He pump on my block he getting bodied by the store No umbrellas in the phantom, just a Shotty in the door Soon as I ride up I'ma keep spraying his head You'll think his jerry curls is dried up Beef and I'm for it Every ratchet that I own, it gotta a body l think that you know on it The drama I'm with it Show up to his funeral in the same clothes I had on when I did it His man and them was hyping 'em, so I just sprayed I put 'em in a blue garbage can, I recycled 'em Ambulance came too late to put life in 'em Said he suffered from gun holes and loss of oxygen I'm like lightening, too fast to catch one [?] but I stashed the Tec Only thing they can say is, "that ba*tard Rex" Slugs hit 'em, jerked his body, snapped his neck Look! See I'm leaving with this n***a head Y'all already know my slogan THIS ni**a DEAD [Round 3: Calico] You wanna be Macho Man Randy Savage But too bad you ain't a savage Randy For them greens I'll knockout all of your cabbage Randy They think you the greatest, but to me you just average Randy He was raised by b**hes so we can't even be mad at Randy You just a Dot that's trying to get to a spot, wanna stare Well step it up if you trying to get to the top Wanna stairwell step it up if you trying to get to the top Tecs spit and connect sh** soon as I get to the dots Than I'm on his kids right before they get to they pops Like Rex quit, but that ain't my ex-b**h so I won't miss 'em a lot I throw the clip in a Glock, that's when I tell you that's your son turn When heat start peeling at his skin, I'ma watch son/sun burn When that heat start peeling at his skin, sunburn Blast it and make him eat the ashes out his son urn Not a fraction of gangsta in you n***as, not even one third Them goons snatched you out of your j**els, you was they Yung Berg I remember calling Rawsteen like, "Bro, I need a stack just to show, not to blow." He like, "n***a here you go." Never understood why but never asked what it was for So I tell him not, it was for an image But he ain't give a f**, as long as it's back when I'm finished Never took more than two, I'm lil bro, I know my limit Put on fronts for a blemish, that mean them b**hes all in my face But they all stray away when they notice that I ain't spend it They come back around when they figure it's just the beginning But that ain't real so that's exactly where a n***a end it I ain't stingy, b**h I know you independent Like you, I'd throw a couple dollars for the a** Especially for the prices it's going for now, I ain't even hit the stash This some cash that I picked up off the Ave From a n***a I forgot even owed me I'm giving you real bars, I'm going to the old me No hoop dreams in Detroit, who thinking 'bout Kobe? We ain't got Lebron James, b**h my city got Boldy And 26 year old OG's who think success is a Roley They want me to believe a black man run the nation, why? Cause that's what they told me? He the face of the nation but still somebody control him Like a puck with this Ice, it's still somebody to Goalie That's trying to block everything I shoot, that's why I stunt hard With hard tops and everything l coupe, they say I'm blowing money Criticizing everything I do They got a book and read up on everything I blew If I was a snitch, I would've told everything I knew But I live life with no regrets to everything I do That mean every n***a I shot and every b**h I screw Tripping threw the block feeling like I'm burying Ito Almost got it, Parker, Timmy, Danny in my new So close to a star flowers was putting Manny in my group But still I guess this a risk a n***a chose to take now In a cash where clarkers complaing about the breakdown Switching out women, just came from a different state now And I ain't even chase my new b**h, I got chased down She say she want a husband, I guess I gotta make her one But she got a love for somebody I can't break her from Ever since I met Mook I stayed distant with you At least Rex tried to fight back, he dealing with the sickest issue Cause I heard when Math pistol whipped you He was switching pistol, ripping tissue And they used staples, they ain't get to stitch you These battle rappers need to get they facts straight before they talk n***a I grew up in the f**ing jungle, y'all got the nerve to call me a lost n***a I'm from Detroit, Lux, you ain't ever been there Where n***as quick to get you wet To walk around you need that swimwear Y'all got police on every motherf**ing corner, b**h I been here We got n***as running up in the precinct shooting in there If you don't believe me? Pull your phones out and Google it cause it's in there We lost half the f**ing police staff when he was in there So basically n***a s** my dick That Summer Madness stage is mine, don't touch my sh**