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

[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how, many costumes he put on It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** This remind me of Hov versus Beans or either Kiss versus X n***a I mean this a** whooping is actually gonna help Daylyt It's only gon make him better for the next n***a To show em my forearm/four arm I get ya vest shot I'm a vet n***a That forearm will show you that Arm Strong I'll leave you Stretched n***a It's either a car in his counter or a couch next to that Cortez n***a I walk around with hands in my bag, I Dead Prez n***as Dot Mob, we f** with you n***a Out of all of these stupid antics we let you do what you wanna do n***a But these stupid suits is making me think you too comfortable n***a I'm Donald Sterling, you on my team But I don't f** with none of you n***as I'm letting the rain go/Durango try to Dodge em, squash em One bu*ton could lift em, I garage em Blaow! Put that Heat to his Calf, I Lebron em Ratchet kicking in an elevator, I Solange 'em f** is your problem? You k** me with that tough talk I let a couple of these wave, you'll get brushed off I walk up behind him with that I got a gun walk It seem like Joe been pushing ya bu*tons/budden til sh** Jumpoff My n***as is on deck when it come to war Leave that chicken MC laying in his nugget sauce His crew Italian leather, that's bu*ter soft That clip is like an old record cause it's gon' work perfect once I dust it off I'm different ock, I'm Durant, I don't miss a shot Pistol/Glock, wanna get ya block? It'll be missiles shot Kid you not, rub me the wrong way, it'll be clip and Glock We use em and bring em back, it's like a gat car rental spot Word to Paris I'll give his heel ten/Hilton Then shoot up ya building, we'll see how you building That fast, I just k** everything you was building No credit or cash, all we says is bring his bill in I'm hip to what you think I know And I'm hip to everything you don't think I know I'll give em the 32 like 8 times 4 I just k**ed my buddy I'll teach you how to take Daylyt soul (De La Soul) And I ain't really wanna battle Lyt, we both on the team So if I lose it don't matter right, they say brothers fight That's the reason I'm here thrashing Lyt I'm shady with that .45 I show you how to satellite/saddle Lyt See I'm leaving with this n***a head This my motherf**ing brother but this n***a dead! [Round 1: Daylyt] They done put me in a Hell of a situation, sh** hot And yet I step foot on burning grounds Cause I gotta prove to y'all, the floor fire Bars, I got a grip, I'll be the supplier/soul plier Acknowledge it, I gotta spit, so the show could be so liver/saliva The king I remain, I leave no remains of your sire I gotta split money, change the game With a chain of flames to ghost riders/writers How are we even? When I'm the show slider The level I'm at called permanently unemployed for these boys It gets no higher/hire I am headed to [?] And as y'all can see this time Spawn hasn't forgot his cape I'm just being modest It's a certain level of tolerance that I would just not tolerate You one of them n***as that probably wanna give me a pound But you gotta wait/weight You f**ed, but you don't got a mate Another n***a who probably wanna take me out But you don't gotta date How can I stop? I don't got a brake If you don't wanna get planet/planted, give me a lot of space It's tense, I hope you got defense/the fence, cause I obli-gate Will I make it back home? I ain't promised fate I felt the problem soon as I got in state Knowing that mother nature has cut the cow So if I die over this beef, it's my mistake (mama steak) But I'm here, the flow got him in You who I'm a love next/necks, throat swallowing The lost no tolerance for the win/wind I was on the trail to jack it/jacket I'm attacking they coat/cult following Hollering quill, but I move without looking I let the booking guide me I'm Eli with the blurry sight, the same girl he nearly wifed I look at Lux like when you gon get yo bu*t in (Joe Budden) the ring To hear he (Tahiry) nice But they don't know what to think So many punches they don't know what to drink in this big picture But I got the Kool aid man, oh yeah I bust thru you all/wall with the big pitcher Add that Sugar, he'll/hill gang up on me But they don't realize I'm Hip-Hop from the start Rappers Delight And I shine, I'm align to that triangle in the sky But it's not an actual kite I'm just hoping I get the win/wind For my city, for my hood, for my son, for my promise I look at the world and say "I Am Spawn! I got us!" [Round 2: T-Rex] Ayo this n***a is a weirdo I spent my whole time in the crib Thinking about what he'll wear or what he might say I hit my n***as like "Yo, I got Daylyt" They said "cool it should be a light day" I have my n***as tap his heart twice, they'll 'like' day I'm Ice Cube sh** I'ma get rich after I Fry day (Friday) That shotty spark, break body parts, his name will be on a homi chart I left him f**ed like his body arched Now he laying down on the ground getting his body chalked Police don't know where I'm at, I'm like Tommy [?] You run ya mouth loosely, I come with my Uzi Then I'm hitting all the members like a Slaughterhouse groupie sh** I was raised the player way If a n***a get out of line, that's when that 8 will spray Dump a clip on his mug like I'm dumpin the Gatorade n***a violate, sh** get ugly as Flava Flay It'll be Daily News, all night they gon make the page It'll be Christmas Eve all night I'ma wait on Day If I miss em they're coming back to get em like layaway I was taught you had to an*lyze Mom said, what that mean? I said master the truth and the lies Hammer come with a strap with no dance when I say hammer time I'm shooting everybody in one shot, I'm like the camera guy I know his freak well, let me give y'all the details We called her LL by the way she rock T bells And she choked over the balls like Sprewell She sent a ex/x ups it said it's email Mouth crazy and wicked with the head Sometimes she'll tease a n***a and just be kissing on the head She deep throating until I'm nuttin have me twitching up my legs Crazy part, the whole time this n***a kids was in her bed See I'm leaving with this n***a head This my motherf**ing brother but this n***a dead [Round 2: Daylyt] Daylyt a.k.a. sun fire a.k.a. I am the hot round Yeah I'm ticked off but you won't get the clock sounds Just because the event says Watch Loud This time it's a risk every second I see minutes hands turning But it's not ours (hours) As the clock towers I'm stressed Knowing they wanna smoke one of the best and I'm sour And I know if I be too/2 blunt I could probably come up missing That'll be a double joint they loss Cause the fingers I pointed at what G's? Us! (Jesus) And I hope they let me get my point across/a cross Let's have a conversation, you feel like you a foe? (UFO) Well I'm not too fond of spaceships Let's put the metal down I want all my beliebers to settle round, congregation Look at all the sh** I got stuck in; constipation But you still gon see an animal in the stars, constellations I was the first person, first person shooter, so here comes the Doom When I draw, see them Tecs, Sean Paul/DMX 'Here Comes The Boom' I tell them n***as even with a hug I couldn't hold back You get left in the road flat, tragic storm, cold gat He get hit with the old mack, Donald (?) I ground the pal, clown get down I got a nursery rhyme nine I will go and bust round and round You'll get smoked with a box, that's a loosie pack n***a I pop corns like movie snacks They say birds run in packs, flamingos Lift a arm, put a dot on a square, Bingo I will cave-man blocks, rock your street, co*k the heat I drawers/draws more than boxer briefs It's scribble scrabble, all type of sh** that I'm drawing My arsenal like the chronicles of Narnia I got all type of sh** in my closet Get ya sh** lit on up, sprayed clown Lit on up, laid down, James Brown couldn't get on up [Round 3: T-Rex] It seems like n***as been coming at me on Twitter, they been subtweeting They don't even add me on Twitter If you don't @ me, then it ain't @ me lil n***a f** how tough you talk you can't clap me through Twitter I mean what you gon do? Twitpic a shell? k** me in a tweet and do life in Twitter jail? I laugh at em to show that n***as ain't thorough It's like I just won a prize the way I gave em the medal/metal Now laying in the dirt, you'll be better off A gut shot will make the EMS cut his sweater off Never off, hit the homicide cause his head his off It's crazy how the vest on but his head is off It's gat season, pick up the mac, squeezing His peoples is going with em, I ain't into flat leaving The doctor said they pumping his chest, he back breathing Well good, when he leave the hospital I'm back squeezing sh** pop off on my dogs, I'm right there That 40 wake a n***a out his sleep like a nightmare It's ideal, they don't get the idea To play around with one of my n***as with me, I dare In the fabricated, I'm talking facts, 44 take limbs off like a shark attack Virgo, in love with my Taurus, she gorgeous Loud as a man that's 300 pounds and he snoring See you not mature, I get greasy as amoral I'm the one that answer the phone when the drama call Stupid is how stupid does, stupid guys They talk stupid bout Rex get shot stupid times Hammer cool and go, I got a stupid nine And I got the money to run, I ain't gon do the time These n***as get too big for they bridges, til they staple em The wounds was too big for some stitches See I don't play right, we'll shoot up ya broad in broad daylight A left right we'll make his eye close/clothes off on stage Daylyt See I'm leaving with this n***a head You my motherf**ing n***a, but this n***a dead [Round 3: Daylyt] To come up with this third round, it took a lot of dedication Y'all see this? This is a prescription for my Schizophrenia And as y'all can see I'm all out my medication {Daylyt goes crazy}