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

Round 1 (T-Rex) They told me not to come to grind time, it was biased But they hate me everywhere so I said f** it, Ima try it Con, they put me in front of this astronaut, named Brian that I didn't eat last year cause I was on a diet He can't tell bout people that's dyin', but he could tell you how many light years it take for a space shuttle to get to Zion This geek look like a professor in science, a retarded quarterback for the Giants That's 29 and a half years old and get an allowance It ain't a gangsta bone in his body, nowhere He still can't have company in his house without his folks there If he's a wrestler, I'll spin in the crowd and throw chairs If he was a wrestler, he'll blow n***as in the crowd and wear gold hair I could tell he's a wannabe tough dude, tapes of him bu*t naked in Lush room And blamed it on all the ecstasy pills and the mushrooms My punchlines make peoples' eyes swell You don't even rhyme well, all you do is scream, whine, cry, yell And they laugh, cause you (resind?) them of Seinfeld Flow and delivery, what I'm all about Breakin' n***as down to pieces, Ars, I'm the slaughterhouse Money, don't f** with murders, Ortiz, whatchu frontin' for? Give me a crooked I, these 5 9s will knock ya buddens off My peoples looked at my like "Rex, what the guns is for?" You better off with a gla** of milk, this n***a muffin soft I'm like "of course, but I love it when the heat is workin'" Long clip, keep spittin' like a teethless person He ain't got no street credibility, he ain't even worth it He wouldn't wave a firearm if his sleeve was burnin' Now it's time for you to get exposed, his face is already red so we know that he a clown All he missin is the nose, he already got on an outfit and them stupid a** shoes Since you stupid, Ima start rappin' stupid, like you I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break...(waits for crowd to settle down) I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break Then throw hurricanes at you, till ya earth starts to quake Then I'll take your remains, and throw 'em in a lake Now, what's that sh** on the side of your face? It could talk, this thing really could talk, it was hollerin' at his mother To be honest, Lush... this sh** by my ear is the father to his little brother And look, I just got a phone call from his mother It went "Hi, T-Rex, I know that you're black. I got a son named Brian, and you know that he raps I'll give ya whole crew the head, you let him spit on a track I already f**ed Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap But wait, I already f**ed Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap, wait...lemme take off this goddamn hat You think you gon' beat me wearin' some sh** like that? You think you could defeat me wearin' some sh** like that? n***a I'll pull out big guns, that'll make that stupid a** hat run....EASY...Harlem, b**h! (Okwerdz) After ducking all year now that he's here i get it/ He wasn't scared on no fear of d**h sh**, he just needed 9 months cuz his ear was pregnant/ I said one line about you, i thought this guy'd ignore it/ But he did a racist blog with all types of horse sh**/ Look, this mawf**a did 11 minutes long, plus a live performance/ And had the nerve to say that i'm riding YOUR DICK?/ Nobody here is clappin for yo bars/ They just wanna see you get smashed with a crowbar cuz you're a bigger f*ggot than solar/ Your on a ma**ive losing streak, math jus chewed this geek/ If this was smack then you would be, the black illusion z/ So no hypin em GT, hes tryin to cheat me/ Hes been writin for 9 months i been writin for 3 weeks/ Look, look, ay, shut the f** up, you're not so monstrous and vicious, according to fossils that there diggin/ Tyrannosaurus has more in common with, an ostrich or a pigeon/ So when hes duckin me hes just followin tradition/ Cuz the t-rex eventually evolves into a chicken/ And ya visions based on movement, that's too damn easy/ Cuz im making moves, but you can't see me/ So take yo b**h a** right back to the forest/ f** a t-rex we have a the saurus/ But he thinks hes here touring, and recording cuz hes sickly/ Till he gets to the spot where hes preforming and its empty/ Goons wearing masks start swarming with the ciggys/ And deport em from the city like E40 did to BIGGIE/ SHUT UP And i'm a nobody's whats hes telling to his peers/ But till i gave attention to this queer, he'd been irrelevant for years/ A skeleton, its evident, and never been as clear/ I resurrected your career just by mentioning your ear/ Round 2 (T-Rex) I'm from where you get n***as hammered, you know hammered, like slumped He's from where you get n***as hammered, you know hammered, like, drunk I'm from where you ride up and spray lead The toughest thing he ever did was smashin' a beer can with his head I'm from where you ride up and let eights off And he's from where you ride up....ramps on skateboards He hate girls, his father is into gay p**n On Halloween I heard he had a Ru Paul cape on Now of course, what makes him think he could rhyme with Rex? I'm built, only thing he ever kilt, was a Irish dress You a baller? I'm the refs, I whistle there goes the tech No football at all but bullets thrown at ya chest It don't make your raps no harder cause ya face turn red Cause the people that don't know you, they might think you was dead Now the word around Stockton? That they hate you to d**h They don't respect you, they neglect you, they think you a Fed Now when I turned to Dizaster, you know the things that he said? "f** all the rumors you hear about Okwerdz cause he's great in the bed" Now...Now..I hear that's your man, and supposed to be close with 'em But Lush, that don't mean he should be freestylin' and lockin' himself in the vault with 'em Come out the closet, you n***as gay, everybody know ya'all frontin' Ya'all be slappin' each other on the a** like "good game" and ain't nobody playin' nothin!?? n***a that's disgustin'! You b**h, you f*g, you h*mo, you dweeb That take pills, that pop E, PCP, sheesh, he f**in' with more d** than Duane Reade Now this n***a done lost to who? Iron, Hollow, Arsonal Difference is, I got iron, and hollows, in my arsenal I understand iron and arsonal, but that n***a hollow is horrible This ain't the panthers versus the Klan This ain't Kobe against Nash This is not white against black, or Grindtime against Smack This is real against fake, this is me against that It's about a n***a that's a legend, against a n***a, that was ehhhh I'm a vet, I k** n***as on cameras and sh** And he's a vet, he be dealin' with hamsters and sh** I be lookin' at girls' a**, he look at little girls' Pampers and sh**, that don't make you a man, you a b**h I want that power and respect, you sneak in my bathroom I'm in that shower with the tech I k** him downtown with the powder and the wet I'm a wild farmer, wearin' the farmer and the vest I promise I'm the best, I hit 'em with the llama it'll knock 'em down the steps Don't be arguin with Rex, b**h on the strip ya dome get split One in his chest make him fold like a phone that flip Silencer was on the front, he never heard it spit I murked his a**...he still think he on phone with Sprint I came here to f** up the crime rate, now he don't know who takin' him out, it feel like a blind date, easy (Okwerdz) You can't beat Ok imma heat rock slumpin em dead/ Why my battling an ewok with a reebok pump on his head?/ So now you pop off and you the top dog in a range/ But where the f** was the dot mob when u got robbed for ya chain?/ U told me you GANGSTA, with the most Glocks in America/ But when math called him out he said "ITS NOT IN MY CHARACTER"/ You wouldn't popped a shot with a derringer, damn hes a frail nerd/ On tracks hes a jailbird, but in real life Randy's a male nurse/ So you ain't co*king a shotty, only time he ever caught him a body/ Is when a patient fainted in the hospital lobby/ And its comical, all the time that you spend in a hospital/ It never dawned on you, to maybe get that baby co*k removed?/ At work they probably make em wear a band aid over it/ But you need to put a muthaf**in lamp shade over it/ U kno who told me the hospital sh** is true?/ Here b**h ill give a clue, the snitch is in your crew/ This is f*ggot disposal, snapping i'm postal/ Ill smash and expose you like math was SUPPOSED to/ And every Mook battle y'all behind em like some peasants/ Reciting every sentence, and hyping like some yes men/ So don't try to say that were biased for a second/ Your the reason the that word dick rider was invented/ Like f** serius jones we crushed you easy/ Then Mook turns to em like, the f** you mean we? And if you taught him so much about battling/ Then why in the f** are u stuck in his shadow then?/ I think That thing was probably put there to remind you how bad its been/ For Murda Mook to have something attached to him/ Round 3 (T-Rex) Ima be...everybody know I'm kickin' his a**, so it don't matter what he say already And how the crowd feel in ya hometown, cause I got paid already He say my name in his last two battles so you know he respect me But it never made me mad cause he never impress me Then he had the nerve to say what he'll do if he catch me Then what did he do when he catch me? Not a damn thing Fifth so strong it damn near tore a (hamspring?) Had to learn to shoot from my right till my left hand spring Dot Mob, b**h, I started my own campaign I'm aimin' for his brows, it get popped like champagne Whatchu think I came all the way to Oakland not to get off? For you to beat me, you gon' need a bed from Rick Ross, the outfit from Kriss Kross Lil' Kim's lip gloss, Superman's power, and a mission from Jigsaw This n***a gotta be jokin', I got the stamp, I'm the young Kevin Durant, I brung that Thunder to Oakland Now these n***as gave me the OK, for me to k** OK Couldn't do it in Harlem, had to bring it to OK Shooters on call, spray when I give that OK You finished, you Nicole Simpson, I'm OJ Now, everybody know he racist, from the sh** that he say Cause he answer all of his questions like, "OKKK" Now...I always hear him talkin' bout how he always sprayin' stuff when it come on And how he's always got his gun drawn, and where I'm from they say f** a one on So we'll put all these white people in boxes, it'll remind 'em of when the brady bunch come on So just know that when I'm comin' to spark ya, and you see that long nose, that it ain't Marsha Marsha Marsha n***a you said you was gon' f** T-Rex up, well I'm two deep in ya hometown n***a, what? n***a I'm kickin' yo a**, cause of Beasley and cause of Lush I'm whippin' yo a**, from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus I'm whippin' yo a**...n***a, I'm whippin yo a** from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus I'm whippin' yo a**, cause you fake, and I'm real I'm whippin' yo a** for that little black girl in "It's Time to k**" n***a im whippin' yo a** cause I'm a gangsta, and you ain't sh** I'm whippin' yo a** cause it's 2010, and you still own a slave ship Now, I'm not hatin', but if I give this white guy a black eye Is that (surrogation???) [Okwerdz: Segregation...] Think it's a game when I'm sneakin' through ya window Sparkin', blowin' the cartridge like I'm playin' a Nintendo 50 dots hoppin' outta rentals, bats swing at 'em, now he's duckin' under sticks like it was limbo (???????? like Klitschko???) I play with Glocks and I got a fistful Pop and will not miss you, got me in the octagon, now this n***a Ok is gone Pop the jawn, couldn't see my face, I had the stocking on, Dot mob b**h.... (Okwerdz) See when you lost to un kasa, you reused lots of rhymes/ And that's how the dude caught ya, cuz he knew all your lines/ Stop reusing the same trash its horrible, you'll get smashed to particles/ Cuz he recycles more than captain planet and that f*ggot Arsonal/ See the problem with you "street rappers" you only got one style/ You've been doing the same sh** since u lost to young miles/ But from the geeks, to the street peeps homie i done reached long/ Comedy or mean long, what he does and beyond/ Freestyle or pre-drawn What he does and beyond/ We could even tell freeway to throw a BEAT ON/ This battle a slam dunk, imma dribble to the hoop/ I put 5 grand up, this pigeon flew the coup/ See my big homies make hits for cube and snoop/ Your big homies make chicken noodle soup/ And after that racist blog u did and all the whites you clowned/ Do you really think anybody here's gonna like you now?/ U probably think all black people flare gats and be crooks/ And all white people wear slacks and read books/ Now hes left without respect, this clown just left/ Black people back a thousand steps from Malcolm x/ And they say i'm scared to go to new york, and i act so p**y/ If i'm so scared, how come smack won't book me?/ I said i want one of your BEST RAPPERS, a heavy name/ They offered me X FACTOR & JESSE JAMES/ Next they'll probably suggest that little nuborn midget/ But f** that i'm tryna be Murda Mook's mortician/ So start offerin solomons and not luke warm b**hes/ And ill be there in a muthaf**in new york minute/