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

[Round 1: Conceited] It's about f**ing time! I been told Smack set it up on the next list n***a you already lost your necklace but now I'ma leave 'em neckless We were supposed to battle after that Midwest sh** But this Corn Flaked cause he knew he was breakfast But now here's the thing, I'm done joking He ain't accept it cause he knew I would rip T in that ring, I'm Hulk Hogan Y'all remember Randy, always rapping like "Keep that 40 cal gun tucked Case a n***a run up, leave a n***a done but" Lil n***a... shut up I've always hated that sh** and that frail flow "I keep a 357 mac 11 and I let the shells blow." n***a... hell no! When you rhyme like that with no punchlines And just spit bout throwing them flames out That style's like Benjamin bu*ton, that sh** was old when it came out So in this battle sh** how the f** are you named a vet? In order for you to be shooting you gotta be more creative Rex That's why your careers on standstill You're waste when it comes to trash, cause nobody on the land-fill/feel Goodz said "I'm a son/sun like Steve Nash." man chill Cause this n***a's 33 and still a sun, he's Grant Hill Ayo Smack n***a, it's all cause of you why we all wanna smack n***as Cause on that trailer you put that "I'm back packing a Mac in the back of Ac." n***a it's 2011 who the f** is still driving an Ac n***a? Why would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac? Or your lap? Y'all some bimbos When in beef you supposed to ride with it out that window But it's funny Rex Cause I mean, you ain't even gotta a chain or a whip with your slaving a** You homeless, so how the f** you in a car Rex/wrecks When you ain't even got a place to crash? I can show you everything from A to B You can't even show me nothing from A to Z And I know my ABC's so I know that U ain't a G I'm the type that'll spray the heat, start jogging I start popping like bacon grease Then buck at/bucket your legs and thighs like KFC Ain't it funny how all this sh** get prepared in life? Arsonal the bus driver got all in my face when he was in fear for life Then sweaty stinky smelly a** Goodz did it But he brought his sweat stain to fight Now f** it, ifs my turn I gotta bring up the heat cause this battle is fair in heights/Fahrenheit's You a b**h, you p**y, you f*ggot! I ain't even gotta let the ratchet cook He'll be scared from just hearing the clicking like Captain Hook He knew I'd get him read/red so he had to book He the type to help the badges catch a crook An to the precinct and flat out tell/tail, he a platypus Now Rex, now you know you done f**ed up right? You said "The 40 so big when I snap it I could pull a hamstring." What the f** does that mean? Then you said "Dizaster be slapping Okwerdz on the a** and they ain't playing nothing" Now that is h*mo, the sh** that got me so damn steamed Is when Shine battled Suge Mook slapped him on his a** and they wasn't playing a damn thing The Dot Mob out here looking shakyyyy babyyyyy! I mean y'all slap each other on the a**, Mook get ran out of Detroit He gets stapled, you get beat up at battles, you stay getting robbed Your hype man is a retard! But you stay yelling out "DOT MOB, b*tch!" The only thing y'all showing me is that Dot Mob b**h! Any single one y'all say Dot Mob street I run up and cause Havoc on this Prodigy and leave this Dot Mobb Deep You lil f**ing jerk, timeout, y'all got me battling a f**ing nurse! That's not a punchline, that's real facts! But don't count him out yet saying that this kid is twat Remember he's a nurse, so he really do be giving shots The difference is, I give out shots when them blickers in n***a, you give out shots of insulin n***a you don't give out shots when them Tecs are firing Randy, you give out shots for hepatitis n***a be like "Yo Con my name ringing bells now, I'm worth grands" Only time your name buzzing on that intercom "*click* "Paging Nurse Randy." I think there's some senior citizens that need their pampers fixed That's why I hate this liar, changing diapers the only time he handle sh** Do y'all believe anything gangsta from this n***a? Do you? Or is R anything you believe on YouTube? I swear for this nurse I have no patience/patients, but you be [Round 1: T-Rex] Real n***as do real n***a sh** like all the time Which means you gotta live 99.9% of your rhymes Like for instance me and Head Ice had an altercation I told the n***a "I'll see you outside, no crew, no bets, no guns no knives." Through all the bullsh**, there was a n***a whole flip over my size That had to sneak me from the side Now how's that p**y when Conceited wouldn't survive Aight then, I had enough with all that Ice sh** Cause in world n***as fight all the time, so that's life sh** It's just the fact that I was getting it on And Conceded can't think of a n***a In this whole world he had a fight with Not in Kindergarten, not in second grade, not last year, not yesterday But in his rhymes he always talking how his weapons spray How the f** he supposed to put in work with no resume? n***a, on Math's top 10 worst lines, he sh**ted on you And you be holding his nuts I heard y'all go to the clubs together and you be holding his cups You even got a bong and you don't smoke and you rolling his blunts?! Well I'm that sour, you smoke me then I'm choking you up Hollow like to rebu*tal, I do it too, cause I'm a leader How can I lose to a n***a wearing Ultimate Warrior sneakers? When you think of Rex, you get the hammers and picking shells up Big guns, whatever's down getting nailed up You think of Conceited you think of women wearing Chanel pumps Panty lines and potpourri, b**hes getting they nails done f** this supposed to be? Your comeback Con? Know that I'm the wrong dude for you to comeback on If you ain't heard I got a gun that s long f** flat, I'll have it to where his respirator won't come back on Dot Mob the baddest crew out, f** what the rest say Next n***a play with Murda Mook he gon' see them Tec's spray That 40 will have his bones showing like an X-Ray I'll have his brains all over the place like a s** tape You probably looking like you two short n***as No, the difference is I'm hard and you soft n***a Ain't nothing to get your crew off n***a Ain't no joking, when you see that Sig' smoking, it ain't no Newport n***a For your G shock I show up with that G-lock I will put that pump on his tongue; Reebok The impact will blow Conceited body parts 3 blocks Y'all n***as be on that p**y sh** and we not And this the n***a we supposed to give respect Who battled Arsonal and had his legs around another n***a's neck? Now that's some sh** I can't respect How you talking ‘bout some guns? Cause on the shoulders is the may a n***a father hold his son Is that the name of his crew? S.O.N.S.? s**ing on other n***as s** Cause it Sound Over Noise when I hit 'em with that Scat Or since he on URL he Should Of known he getting Smacked Now you f**ing with a vet, not one of these n***as that slack Now you always talking guns, but do you got one? Have you ever seen one? Have you ever shot one? He remind me of a fake bag at a Gucci store He surrounded by real G's but he not one Ayo Lux I heard he signed to Soulja Boy Is he signed? I'm thinking, what the f** they got in common? It ain't they rhymes, I know what it is, they both f**ing with them lines Tell Soulja Boy holla at me I got dimes He come at the right time, he get 5 for $49 He seem like one of them type of n***as that have mood swings Well I'm built for that, you feel you in that mood, swing I'll have you looking like DNA with that missing tooth thing I'll beat you til your a** more colors than a mood ring Heartless, co*ky, Conceited, them names is gay bro But Heartless gotta explain how he was on the internet with a pink toe What happened? Was it true? Was that Photoshop? Was it you? And them was the n***a's that you got in your crew Which means that we gotta take a closer look at you Smack but that bread up ifs money on your head K-Shine say Zip Em Up, but yo THIS ni**a'S DEAD! [Round 2: Conceited] Y'all got me battling a f**ing nurse, Smack you got some f**ing nerve What's with this competition that you giving me? A n***a who work in the hospital but still need help with delivery That's cause you just an internet web star S Aid your video on BET but that's Webstar's Jim Jones in R, now he claiming Dipset You would never sell If ya label was Titanic they wouldn't ship Rex/wrecks Maybe it's your image, but I think it's that f**ing rhyming I mean not even the Lakers would sign you That label would never feel/Phil Jackson if you just owed 'em (Odom) Cause you not a real artist (Artest) that's why nobody's buying 'em (Bynum) But when I'm rapping the crowd making all the noise You make em standby cause the rhyme you put in the air plain/plane That's why they all are board (aboard) That punchline sh** is a parent, I fathered it The battle game is what I'm married to so they know I had to alter it Punch every line, name flips, y'all see the fads I prove That's why you don't actually lose, it ain't hard to spell I beat 'em no matter which craft (witchcraft) I use I ain't kidding, I ain't no type of puss, champion sweater Only may you're inside the hood I'll grab the 9 and put T in the dirt like Tiger Woods And he'll get a lot of iron if his diets good SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU! I said you get a lot of iron, if you die, it's good I don't give a f**, he going in, no bongo, I'm going in full throttle He try to do everything I do but put a twist on it like a bottle He even went to Grind Time, my home to get some condo (Con dough) Came back and said he a gorilla cause he go everywhere that Con go (Congo) n***a you couldn't keep from getting wet with a poncho When that long nose blew/blue like Gonzo I keep the 9 tucked like Rondo, he'll start bucking like a Bronco n***a I pop chrome, he going to sleep You couldn't get through this nap with a hot comb I can see through you with my eyes closed You only get that work-out doing Tae Bo And giving up the chains the only time you let the 9 go What the f** you expect Rex? Of course real n***as really gon' take it Cause they doubt you, that's why they house you like Real Estate Agent I heard it was only one n***a, plus those five figures Minus those 3 9's that was pulled in grad Now what does that equal to? I don't expect you to get it, we all saw you ain't good with Math Cause lunch tale b**hes never add up, that's why you could never get some In a Catholic church with a sister, you still couldn't get none/nun Everybody here except for you know your b**h giving that mean dome We all know how she moan Even with y'all relationship backstage she gon let T bone Usually when n***as talk that shoot 'em up sh**, I be like "Mmm so what?" But the reason I'll never believe you let that fo' tuck Cause when you saw Head Ice on the block You let him back you down like a post up You was shook, horrified, showing no gut It's ironic his name's Ice, but he the one that froze up I roll up quick fast, quick jab like it's Zab and scrape his chin This n***a went home and had flashbacks he had to but Ice on his face again So f** it Rex, what up n***a, I'll box you You in crew shape you let big Ice drop you So I ain't even gotta get the steel to blaze ya We do that knuckle thing and I let a couple swing like Will and Jada n***a you weak, you sweet, you Nantucket A right hook will have his face on my fist like a hand puppet n***a, you won't blam nothing How you say you gripping and spraying lead When your toy ain't got a body on it, it's Mr. Potato Head? So do y'all really believe he gets involved That would squeeze weapons off to harm me? Nope he's Barney, this T-Rex is soft And for that one n***a that's backing 'em like, "I got bread on Rex, I'm even willing to put up dubs." He must work right in the hospital with you The way you like putting on scrubs [Round 2: T-Rex] I run with n***as that shoot off impulse We ain't gotta be beefing, but we squeezing if you get close So Con all that talking reckless will get your sh** broke I'll have a hollow sitting on your tongue like a Mentos What you know about holding that fifth until your hip hurt? Or every time you breath you bleed that s cause your ribs broke Everybody ready to die, you better live first Cause it ain't no Life After d**h unless ifs a BIG verse Hold on, let me ask y'all a question Is it any way we can help Con out? Any suggestions? He don't rap with no energy, no aggression He don't sound like a Man cause he ain't got the Method And this the n***a that's supposed to beat the legend? The veteran, whenever it storms I bring the Deserts, weapons Hundred n***as running through your section When you see the magazines it ain't the Vibe or the Essence He might as well rap with a Jewish hat and a shirt on Cause when you rhyme we don't feel it, you ain't got no soul Con Is that why you ducking Soul Khan? I ain't gon stop there, I'ma give 'em some more cons n***as been asking me Con this and Con that Ask me questions, "Is Con good or Con wack?" I said, "f**ing with Rex he must be drunk off some Cognac." If he get a record deal I wouldn't wanna hear a Con track (Contract) I show up where Con at ready for combat Couple of these will change his eye colors like contacts f** it, I'll have k**ers where Con stay, long K All my n***as would do it in broad day Get his mom's casket closed for cheap, conway n***as act different when mommy dead, Con/Ye'/Kanye n***as told me that Con the greatest That I shouldn't rap with speed I should be concentrated It's just his d**h that I'm contemplating But if he live he ain't gon do sh**, he constipated I bomb first, put this little n***a in a long hearse When I rap it's a Louie sneaker, when he spit it's just a Converse Long heaters, long ninas Show up to that game shoot wherever that Con' seated He don't get no p**y so when Con' beat it He nut in 'em, you know how many b**hes that Con' seeded? Why he talking all condescending? I'll have bullets put in everyone of Con's descendants n***as talking that Con's was snitching, you convincing He talk to the DEA and get n***as convicted It ain't nobody that spray guns round him Con' wouldn't be a convict if A-Kon signed him Large fours, I could press a bu*ton and lift 'em garage door It cost 5 stacks to hear a Rex ray, you'd think he from the Bronx Cause it's only a Grand that Con' cost (Grand Concourse) I told the last Brooklyn n***a I was Baghdad And I'm trigger happy, I'm putting n***as in Glad bags Ain't no way a Brooklyn b**h gon beat a vet from Harlem Only the dickheads think he on top cause he conned 'em (Condom) All these n***as can such a dick for hating on Rex Cause I just k**ed Con' with all concepts EASY! [Round 3: Conceited] Y'all see this big belly a** n***a? This n***a on blogs saying he 25 You trying to stay young forever? What's that? 30's the new 20 a** n***a But y'all keep treating him like he the chosen one That's why he named himself T-Rex cause he just bout as old as one Smoking gun, AK, AR, Tec's probably n***a I bring the big can to your crib like a Keg party That sh**'ll bust off, you'll get the skull on your shirt like Ed Hardy I don't wanna hear nothing outta you cats round me You dumb sweet Front seat the only may you catch shotties What? Rex you a mortician, you just make up those dead bodies Did y'all believe ever Randy was up north behind bars in prison? The closest you ever been to a cell block was dialing *67 n***a you couldn't do a bid behind bars if it was liquor you pouring You couldn't FaceTime with an iPhone You wouldn't do a bid at an auction I'm the kid with the glitter, the lips on the ripper, it's bigger than Jigga's I been flossing I been itching to hit ya, I'm ripping this n***a [?] I'm really starving I get pissed in a minute like Rick I'll rip him And then the bullsh** acquitted I'm Ben Gordon Go to his crib with the blicker, go blickity Deadly with triggers I'm kicking that door in! Let the Ruger co*k for the whole crew with Dots Hit K with the K, ricochets, make sure Mook gets shot Louie V and Show will be a free throw, I'm a give you two shots Get to the Eagles to make them birds pop out like a coo-coo clock I'm trigger happy, I'm hitting everybody when I'm using Glocks n***a my guns belong on the Maury show Cause they don't know who to/the pop Cop a top, got me loading up the Cannon like it's a photo op That 40 is all chrome like Robocop I'll shoot, make this n***a look like a b**h, Photoshop n***a the only thing you have in your can is soda pop So if he say he got bullets coming out of the long nose, no it's not SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU! If he say he got bullets coming out that long nose, no, it's snot! n***a you have to have the nappiest hair in battle rap history And you decide to go get them Gumby cuts n***a it looks like you go to the barber like "You know... let me get the f** me up." I never seen a n***a in need of a tummy tuck act f**ing tough Knowing damn well I draw 4's, he'll go for the deck, Uno You the smallest one in your circle and ain't even playing it/planet, Pluto The but Mob don't f** with this n***a They wouldn't let him kick it if this was Judo Cause number one, you mad Bruno, you be lying how you let your tool go You wimpy how you say your big arms pop I (Popeye) But your guns never blew though You know everybody want me to bring your hype man up Why the f** should I? His hype man s**s I should get on the phone with "EAT EMMMM!" Cause I but my right hand up That my hype man would f** your hype man up! I light cans up, when I'm in the broad daylight, that's a sunshower Bullets take his baby breath Now I gotta bring the son flowers/sunflowers If your b**h get violent (violet) I f** around and shoot strays The gun rose, I points at her (poinsetta) And he got his boo K'd (bouqueted) If you think this Dan be lying (dandelion) When I say he get that loot up You'll sleep on a bed of flowers after I put two in you Once I let that tool up (tulip) Rex I promise you, I will squeeze the hammers You better have some life savers 'round and I don't mean the candy I pop, you'll watch ya dear/deer mommy die without seeing Bambi Cause I'm fire and nicer than when the beach is sandy I'm no joke rapping, I'm Joe Jackson how I'm beating Randy But would you let the Desert spark, Kevin Harts? Are you gonna pop the Glock, Chocolate Drop? Yo n***a on Smack you was lying how you ate (8) Mile n***a you Poppa Doc I swear this Dinosaur sh** has gotta stop You taking this T-Rex sh** so far n***a you even got a Fossil watch [Round 3: T-Rex] Saying my name in vein/vain will have an I.V. in yours Or give you that "I hope you walk again." from your in-laws I'll make his body splatter like a four from the 10th floor Or have it where his Blood's everywhere, Crenshaw I'm sick of this lil n***a talking bout these long weapons That he too little to shoot, who this boy tricking? Yo Mook, it don't take a man to squeeze the can Even the n***a with no balls can shoot St. Tom Shepard? Now flip in front of these birdies and get nutso That nine off the roof I got bullets by the truck load Da, da, dadada.. if II sound like a drum roll More ratchets than a Call Of Duty gun code Let me ask you the difference with you and me n***a you ain't ever had to grind or hustle on the street When your life is on the line and you ducking from the D's Next week your man gon k** himself with your piece What you know about winter time, no heat? It's so cold in your house, you wear your jacket to go to sleep I ain't rapping to be rapping I'm rapping about me You ain't ever sinned before, you live the life of a priest What this n***a know about packaging grams? When the 12-12 skimmies keep f**ing up your hands? And your (?) got no more wet, it's just tan And you knocked and try to stash that pack in the back seat of your van See what I mean? He ain't ever had a fight before And he big on that computer cause he Micro-soft You can talk that gangsta sh** when these mics go off I'll give em a jab, he gon need an iPad, no Apple Store I can have a n***a harm y'all fast Get his windows wiped out like his hard drive crashed Then this four gon blast, I get it all like that For them chips I put n***as in Bonton bags I heard his girl is a crazy woman She always acting out and he say she bugging She told me to get my b**h if you think she want it Well I got a b**h to k** (Tequila) for $1,800 She treat this dick well, Nelly called her a Tip Drill She was musty, like (?) shower how her piss smelled I'm outside with the ratchet, the whole clip fell It's ya Training Day and I'ma do you like the Russians did Denzel That 80 or that Mac will erase him off the map I'll have him in a casket looking like he planking on his back Tell Conceited don't play with me, he might get me mad Stop looking at me like that cause I'll kick your a** Your man with that pink toe, I'll get it tagged He'll see his life go bye like he was in a cab I gotta blast Dot Mob hockey mask have 'em operating on him like a frog in a science cla** This sh** starting to be a nuisance It's crazy how these n***as took me and Mook sh** Then they do these blogs all on me and Mook's dick Til they a** naked getting f**ed with a pool stick Cause you In Too Deep and I'll show you how God do sh** I'll move n***as in the crew films; Ruthless You'll never find his body it's where DNA tooth is This barrel keep this bullet in her mouth, it's a cue stick Every time she leaving she lead 'em to go smooches Not just me, she top my team, no hands, both arms to the sides like 9:15 She used to let me bang her for awhile, she II eat a n***a up She'll drink a n***a child, she'll play like Chris Brown She'll take a n***a down She be s**ing with two hands It looking like she ringing out a towel Even when the odds against me, if I'm falling I'ma shoot off balance, Dirk Nowitski You gotta pay, not even Oprah get a win free (Winfrey) These X rated bars this n***a Disney Yo Smack you know I was hot for a century Respect you gotta give me, f** all that give me the Benji's That was the Dot Mob coach, tell 'em to bench me I bet 100 that Mook and K both can put up 50 I came a long may from being Dingy Now I ball at ya mall (Jamal), no Tinsley Broads open the door like Mr Bentley I'm in a Porsche now I'm starting to miss the Bentley THIS ni**a DEAD!