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[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how of them fabricated lines he 'bout to say It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** Rex, Lux, Mook, Serius Jones, oh my motherf**in god I'm happy these n***as out of retirement But I'm still the best n***a on this motherf**in' card He told Hitman Holla he was trying to build And you was trying to bring New York down Say that now that you in front of this New York crowd New York came to the Lou' and skipped to your town So every time y'all on the rise we shoot y'all down You battled your man for the crown? That's some f*ggot sh** Mook could have that sh** Cause loyalty is bigger than this battle sh** He battled Hollow two rounds, yes he did But if I give ‘em two hollow rounds out this Sig' He'll be pulled off this stage and battling to live Have your lines together that's what you better do Cause putting holes in clothes & taking n***as souls is what that berretta do III got out of line, I had to teach him a lesson too So X-Factor should be getting this a** whooping instead of you You see Verb, I ain't that n***a you could beat Verb Ask about 'em they'll tell it, I'm really in the street Verb Me, I let it squeeze Verb, try it, you'll see (C) Verb I get Aye Verb D-verbed that mean I'll DE Verb You battled your lil bro, Hitman, that prove that you was weak Verb Before me and K-Shine battle We'll fist fight in the middle of the street Verb I'm using that Mac, I'll apple + Z + delete Verb When that tech go, you hear an echo, that's a reverb Gangsta? That ain't you I need to see ID I'm good in the gun store, I got a VIP I'm a rapper and a shooter like Chi Ali I'm a breakdown his name, everybody in that V gonna be in a ER, B Ayo Mickey, this n***a forgot YouTube is public? Anybody could log in So his son could see his daddy getting snuffed and run So he'll get snuffed and run, he'll feel like there's nothing wrong then That's the life of getting raised by a dyke He act like a n***a but he think like a b**h Since his mom eat p**y, he'll s** a n***a dick Ayo Q-Tip, if a n***a wouIda decked me on camera I would've been on his block hoodied up Clip wouldn't have had no room, I would've fueled it up Crackheads would've came after I was done to pick the bullet- Long story short, he would've been dead before he but that footage up A n***a swing on Randy, Randy gon swing back It ain't about T-Rex f** being tough, that's just a real n***a reflex I'll ride through Verb hood and get his whole team wet But your Diddy, I'ma confess to the body 10 years later, I'm like G-Dep We different, he f** with party promoters to make cheese I f** with n***as that got docket numbers and state greens I rob him with the blade, I wouldn't even let that 80 scream But I promise I'ma but that blade on him, I catch him shaving cream I'm sorry to my fans if I don't Tweet a lot The grams is high and n***as is hungry where I'm from I gotta feed the block Youngins 17, more stripes than a Zebra got Can't even spell his name but he'll show you how to squeeze a Glock But he's raw, thirsty to let it squeeze off My little n***as let them fly, why you think they call em a G for (4)? We all apes, but I'm Caesar, he get me mad I bring out the gorillas and have everything on smash n***a you ain't the truth, you won't co*k it and aim a few Your city ashamed of you, a b**h is what they think of you Getting decked and running on camera no bang or shoot Put a check on his head, his d**h is the right thing to do I'm in your dreams it's like I'm haunting you n***a It ain't nothing, I'll have bullets in every part of you n***a It ain't nothing to send them sparks to you n***a So if I but them two birds to your hat it ain't the Cardinals n***a It ain't nothing to have them Dot Mob sharks on you n***a But I'm not gon' front cause I'm at home, I'm not Arsonal n***a Ayo I'ma leave with this n***a head, y'all already know my slogan (THIS ni**a DEAD!!!!) No, no, no, no, no, this n***a gay And to prove that, I'ma bring out exhibit A [Round 1: Aye Verb] You told me Math was soft Rex and don't believe that n***a Cause Dot Mob, y'all the streets, I didn't believe that n***a Cause when he pressed you on the phone, you didn't wanna see that n***a You went from being a k**er to "Nah, nah I'm not a k**er, that's not in my character." Damn, Harlem produce a lot of f**ing G-Depp n***as You, Murda Mook and Louie the 13th embarra**ing Harlem Cause everybody knows three can take away one So what the f** is an difficult bout that Math problem? Y'all walk around like it's all G, bruh, Algebra, it's f**ing comedy With that gat Math went over Mook head, that's trigonometry One n***a divided y'all circle up, took away y'all street cred And multiplied his stats Where we don't equal up at, is lull ain't make that thunder clap Y'all ain't want none of that and n***a that's the sum of that So tonight don't say that you a real n***a Cause the real you embarra** us And you already told us it's not in your character He expected me to rap about his scuffles and the fists he got I'm a rap bout that fact how you ugly as f** but still prettier than Star Smiles That ugly a** b**h you got Now when I first heard you had a gal, I was happy like "good" Til I found out that your new b**h was some old p**y That used to belong to Shotgun Suge You love this battle sh**, an this line only gets worst Cause if you ever had to battle Suge You winning a coin toss wouldn't rattle Suge Cause when it come to sh** you love, Suge always go first I heard she pregnant too Rex Congratulations you can trust her don't worry Just remember, that kid is still yours Even if he come out over 6'4" screaming out "Jersey!" If it f**ed you for a long time and it's the end of that road sign And they know my slogan when it's go time So it's (SHOWTIME!) On everything, you a fraud Rex, impostor King of lying (Lion); Mufasa When I pop up on his corner like a popup, he shocked like Blanka He soft an I ain't gotta 2Pac him I can boo bop him, but still I'm in that ski mask, Blue Blockers Tube socks up, new chopper Empty that and get to banging on that tummy like Kumala Holla at his b**h like *Skrrr!* yeah, you mama Chop it up with her, tell her I'm trying to chop her Then finish her, cut the b**h up, she get baraka'd When you talk that real sh** to them real simps You sound like a true mobster But in the presence of another real n***a Your pepper spray is like a binaca to a Rottweiler Let's put them bars to the test you know, real quick Let's see if your real sh** could equal up to some REAL real sh** I got a partner from a lil loc I came with We both from the hood, both didn't have fathers Our life story the same sh** Except I chose to be famous and he chose the gang sh** Doing the gang sh**, that h**n got 'em and it changed him When he sober, he see me and it's a head nod When he high, he nodding off looking at me like a stranger So you could sit on stage and lie and spit your nice raps You trying to win a battle, I'm trying to win my n***a's life back See how easy I just made him look cheesy? This f**ing rap n***a Rex only look greasy in front of them rap geeks them Mac Miller's I don't f** with these Dot Mob n***as, it's that simple We could never see eye to eye because it's beef And with beef, I see sh** from one side like Jack Thriller Look like Harlem don't control sh** in this motherf**ing city Y'all hear the n***a snitching and still pitching Harlem couldn't control Nicki Harlem can't control ASAP, he make Texas music and sip sizzy Harlem can't control they hoes, Jim Jones can't even control Chrissy Tonight I'm the controller, fall right, last year I left up in the air I ain't get down about it pop, I came back with this baby uzi Head shaking like a dual shock Unbu*ton my top bu*ton, hop up in that square Where any n***a in your circle, f** waiting I swing first, I start sh** like the X bu*ton on PlayStation [Round 2: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just spit It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** Hitman had you beat, Big Gerald made it debatable But my pops ain't here to adlib an ain't no saving you My pops also taught me how to pick it up and co*k back But since we on the level of pop, I'ma send you up to where my pop at I ain't come here to rap about this n***a's waves or his haircut Cause I can give that blade a wave and have everybody in here cut I'm a scalp him til his spine is broken, he can't stand us Paralyze him, make him appreciate trying to stand up New Sig help me do some cruel sh** Like putting a hollow tip bullet in this dude wig It's too big, it got a scope and a new lens Even if it's miles away it helps me zoom in Back shots have his head gone, hollows have his legs torn You can't dodge d**h dog, unless you got lotion made of Teflon Or every time you get out your bed you you're your vest on I'm a different man, I clap him with the left, then switch the hand And post a pic of his head split on Instagram This revolver wouldn't jam, not even a little But if he do, lima beat him with the handle, I'm all dribble Believe or not this is word to Jesus socks Squeeze and pop that Glock until his Caesar drop If he balling this where his season stop You won't know whether to call Q-Tip or the cops The way his breathing stop (Breathe & Stop) This n***a mad gay, I'ma let that Mac spray When I say I'm dumping the clips, I don't mean emptying an ashtray When I say I'm dumping the clips, I don't mean Charlie on his last date When I say I'm dumping the Clipse, I don't mean Pharrell on a mad day Relax with Rex cause them k**ers will be at your neck They was trained to use them Macs they like an apple tech Relax with Rex, them k**ers will be at your neck And you know where them k**ers gon be pointing? At your apple, Tecs No, relax with Rex my k**ers will be at your neck My shooters coming from Philly, guess who gon spill his apple, Tec! Anybody could lose, but ifs different, he got 3-0'd That's what happens when you f** with a Harlem n***a on beast mode That .45 will give him 6, I get 'em Cee-Lo'd Have kids downloading his d**h just like a cheat code Ayo this n***a was talking all that Harlem sh** right? Me? I'm Paid In Full, Lulu my people The DEA they try to give me a charge, called it Rico Run up on your man Mitch like, that's them 12 kilos And tell my story at the end, I'm Aceyto We not equal, this n***a's a punching bag Just for that I got bombs for hooks and I got guns for jabs School of Hard Knock, I ain't ever been an undergrad They ran the block I got the same position that my brother's had I knew how to cut coke before cutting cla** Nickels? 12/12 skinnys, weed in a oven bag No bank account, your shoe box or your duffel bag I'm serious, sh** he rap about be getting me f**ing mad The sh** he rap about is cool if that's what the fans like My fault Diddy I rap serious cause I'm seriously living a grown man life You know that selling work on the corner, that hand to hand life Burner only sit up straight, when I got my pants tight Them shotgun shells is red and lime green When I squeeze it look like a Gucci crime scene Them shotgun shells is red and lime green When I squeeze, I'm Gucci before the crime scene I was all at your city, at the slip and at Bottoms Up If you slip, then you getting hit from the bottom up Take me bout a half an hour to load that chopper up I ain't coming to speak when I any I'm willing to chop it up Mook wanted 25K to k** a n***a that's ill For that 10K Diddy got I'll k** this n***a for real Mook wanted 25K to k** a n***a that's ill For that 10K Diddy got I'll k** this n***a for real Y'all already know my slogan, THIS ni**a DEAD!!! [Round 2: Aye Verb] I told my bruh I had Rex next, he said Rex a bull, don't get murked Right then and thurr, I made sure every punchline was ughh! Just Berserk I watched all this n***a's battles and got a confidence burst Cause his rd rounds be uhhh, his 3'd even worse So you like a b**h on government a**istance Rex You only good on the first He told III what comes around goes around So every time you come around you letting go a round Wrong! Not where we from, cause if you come around and let go a round you don't get a second You and the n***a that drove you both getting wetted Y'all get buried together, that's a common ground Comes around, goes around, common ground Whatever, that's my style I started it With a rhyme an smart and sh**, it sound like some retarded sh** You said since me and Hitman battled we some fake a** rappers That's why I know you ain't from the hood cause when you in the hood You throw hands with your n***a and then you shake hands after You let a n***a tell you I was soft and you believed it yourself? Well how bout, f** the rest of my 2"d round Rex We can square off right now Rex and b**h n***a you can see for yourself It's too easy to break 'em down, URL spoils me n***a And X-Factor address mine, so it's only right that we address his loyalty n***a Before we go, Rex, do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? Nah of course he don't Did you go to St. Louis and say, and I quote "All the sh** that we'd a done, all the ways Smack eating from He wouldn't of sold not one of them DVD's if my face wasn't on the cover. Not even one." Then you took it a step further and this where it stop being fun Cause you start joking, screaming out Cheech & Chong In front of Smack Korean son Now Smack his big bruh and a lot of sh** for me he's done But we don't talk on the phone like that So how the f** I'm supposed to know he got a Korean son? This f**ing scum! Who left URL and went to Battle America After Hitman built Battle America, found out dude was a snake and left Dude came to you like, "Rex you a straight vet, you gon' be our new face, yep." You think ifs a coincidence that you and Hitman both dark skin Y'all both aggressive, hoods even pump the same set? Dumb a**! Seneca just needed a new Bad Boy to clone Holla sound So n***a that makes you Loon after Ma$e left You got any n***a in your corner that can vouch for your realness? I need them on the stage and cross examine your witness Cause you a dick jumper, a switch Sider, you get jumped, don't get live You just lie, won't k** nothing or let sh** die You not street, you get drunk, you babble off the liquor You guilty of being a fraud Smack, bang the gavel on this n***a Throw 'em under the jail, throw some gravel on this n***a I'll get a blade, take four steps in his lane and poke on him Travel on this n***a K-Shine be out here yelling out "Get that n***a Rex!" n***a y'all was in St. Louis buying p**y just to get you n***as s** I thought with y'all New York swag y'all could've talked something through But Rex and Shine weren't the only n***as buying p**y Goodz bought some too I shouldn't even waste bars on these n***as fam' The p**y stock market rise in St. Louis when these n***as land I ain't got no beef with you, b**h! You think beef is some Twitter sh**? I'm talking that real n***a sh**, like beef is when my diet change For 30 days it's Ramen Noodles, no lobster tails And I'm in yo' hood hunting you, in a cheap motel With a rusty .38 and a box of shells You think beef is some Twitter sh**? I'm talking that real n***a sh** Like beef is when I follow your gal to the gym, cop a membership Wait til she leave yoga cla** and bend the b**h You think beef is some Twitter sh**? I'm talking that real n***a sh** Y'all married to that s**s sh**, that's why s**s sh** approach ya I propose that y'all engage in some get back And quit acting like hoes bruh Provoke us and y'all gon' see toasters, like we wedding gift opening And all my n***as shoot from long range Like J.J. Reddick was coaching 'em [Round 3: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** I'ma be honest Verb, I don't got nothing against you, that's real sh** Mickey Factz my man, but stop stopping the crowd from booing They don't wanna hear bullsh** Sometimes when n***as in a battle they enter a lose-lose It be the opponents at certain times these dudes choose Cause on this URL stage it be kinda hard to choose who's who Cause for two years in a row at summer madness Smack needed a sacrificial lamb and he choosed you He wanna talk some real n***a sh**, I'ma do it to You think Smack really feeling you n***a? If he throw a battle in your town, of course he gotta chill with you n***a But I'ma keep it real with you, he ain't feeling you n***as That's why he got all the new guys on stage Getting kilt by his original n***as I know everybody saw that blog he did, right? So let's get to the picture, give us the details Did she send it through a fax? Did she send it through an email? Or did that sh** come straight thru your phone right to a damn text And your h*mo a** looked at that picture, saw I was packing and said "DAMN Rex!" Let me ask him one more thing, did you tie your shirt up in the back put on some spandex Look in the mirror then looked at that picture then go, "DAMN Rex!" Or did you do a front hand stretch and looked at that picture ag-f** it I'll have bullets all through his man Wreck Bullets going all through him ripping all through his damn flesh Blood all over the place, it's a damn mess Doctor standing over his body going "DAMN REX!" The raps I do it could go through the radio The sh** that I be doing I'm letting the 80 blow Had to do that Busta Rhymes flow going crazy yo Now let's get back to this picture, who sent it to you? Was it Chaz with the green eyes or is it Chasity? Goodz f**ed, Shine f**ed, he's f**ed And they said "Rex you can go after me." Any other n***a would've been thirsty, I mean glad to be But it was a sign on her behind that said "Capacity" Ayo but I'm not mad at she cause hoes do hoe sh** Like s** a n***a whole dick, f** a n***a whole clique Or send a n***a her own pic But she also did a little pillow talking about yo' b**h She told us Verb girl name is Armani and things She be on backpage.com selling her body and things For a couple of them molly's she'll hop in your Range I gave her A E, you should've seen how me and Armani Exchanged I was all through this n***a's city, n***as was telling me about you dude It's more sh** than you getting punched in the face on Youtube They told me about some grimy sh** that you do And you roll with a couple of n***as that let they tool shoot But when that police got 'em in that dark room, he cartoon He start giving the Blue's Clues Now even though you told with your greasy a** Them bullets gon' go straight through, they got EZ Pa** No-no, I said even though you tolled with your greasy a** Them bullets gon' go straight- f** it I could hit anybody in your crew with Tecs Cause to be honest III would've told you there's nothing you can do with Rex You want it with war? Let's meet up and let the pumps off This letter is to you, P.S. I'm at your front door These Glocks will get 'em detoxed, I mean drug off Or that can will put him in the air just like a jump ball I damage rap n***as, them hammers clap victims If he live he'll need a van with a handicap sticker I use the mug, thirsty to let the tooly blast It's ironic how shooting could make a n***a pa** Verb can't do nothing with me, I'll whip his a** Me losing to you? Tah (Utah), you talking Jazz I start fire drills with that 9 When that thing start ringing, everybody get in line They say d**h come in 3's and it' 3 n***as by the side Now they trying to decide which one of 'em is gon' survive Now don't cheat me and say this man won Cause that s exactly what the judge gon give me, man one Murder in the first degree with a handgun Ayo nah I'm joking Mickey, they gon' give me a man 2 Cause I ain't just k** you, I k**ed your man too co*ked it, put one in his head, gave his man two Cause if I take the risk/wrist I might as well take the hand too It's drama, pop 'em, hit that n***a chest Let that Llama, co*k IT I drop IT rip through that n***a vest Let it go "pop-pop-pop-pop-poppa" go get that n***a wet K-Shine in the back yelling "GET THAT ni**a REX!!!!" I'ma co*k it, I'ma pop it I'ma empty the trey 8 And be standing over his body with the Stevie J face You see I'm leaving with this n***a head I ain't even have to do that round but... THIS ni**a DEAD! [Round 3: Aye Verb] This time I'ma k** you by simply keeping it real And showing the whole world how much of a lil n***a you is Mixed with a little son in you, like you Theo, I'm Bill Wait, y'all hear that? I hear the music of Set It Off playing The part when Cleo got k**ed Summer Madness I feel a cold coming This the round where you see his nose running This the round where I take the soul from him This the round where I educate Rex on how to be a better man And in lights to get further, he needs change It's time I take that toll from him Ain't this a b**h! All of a sudden you pro New York These your kin folk homie? Well aye New York! When I was finna battle Math Hoffa Who y'all think was giving me all the info on him? Tell the truth Rex you might as well You look just like a rat, but you don't got a tail SLOW IT DOWN! I said you look just like a rat, but you don't gotta tell Oh f**ing well, he ordered Verb, I'm like "Which version?" That wit person or that Swiss surgeon? Either or I'll take him out like a b**h splurging Get nervous, if I breeze through, 112 and don't even speak to you My right hand is waving a 5, but I ain't greeting you Left hand, your b**h on my line she any she leaving you You sending dick pictures online, she can't believe this you Damn fraud, n***a you ain't start rapping no real sh** Til you started f**ing with Dan Barz Difference between me and you, I close my eyes and scenes rewind Then I talk that sh**, you watch n***as lives and write battle rhymes Rex you was taught that sh** An OG told me, "The man that knows he knows nothing, knows everything." Get some bread you put some to the side, don't blow everything Never give a f** about words, so everything Beef come just be a little more aware and load everything Grown a** man I'm on that grown man tip You rep grown man bars but don't say grown man sh** Like you think it's cool to hang in the hood and post in front of the store? That's only cool for old fools that never done it before When you a kid that has nothing you grow and want an much more He must've never wore a pair of XJ900's before I'm confused, he say he raise the Llama But I heard he ain't raise his voice at Tsu Surf For him and his boys getting on camera Running your baby mama Now ifs cool for n***as to f** your BM if you don't date the b**h I would've told Surf, "n***a you can smash all you want But lil n***a don't tape the sh** Cause film is forever and I don't want my kid to face the sh** What if he flip out on me and get on some old crazy sh**?" I'm nothing like you, I hate you battle rapping a** n***as They run a train on your kids mother and you be dapping these n***as? Why you ain't smacking these n***as? Where all them straps you be gripping? The put on a show with your baby mama Why you ain't clap at these n***as? You ain't a father, you a f** boy You ain't a motherf**ing G You a coward, you a clown, some sh** that I'ma never be The well being of the child is most important you fool Ayo Rex! That's the way your son gon' talk to you!