Team Backpack - BAR FIGHT™ - ALIEN FAMILY VS. YEAR OF THE OX lyrics

Round 1 [Verse 1: Obvi & (Catalyst)] In New York, feelin' like Pac when walkin' out the elevator Five shots to my gut, middle finger's what I tell a hater I ain't stoppin' til every song that we droppin' They bottle poppin' and rollin' blunts, just to celebrate us My whole life, I had to learn what the f** a dollar cost My grandmother taught me Jesus had to haul a cross Most of my family made it, even past the Holocaust So I'll be damned if I call the law, I'm still (Roamin' the land like the holiest man Said they want change? Well I got holes in my pants The industry wants monopoly But what they try to offer me Collect, 200, pa** go and advance) You don't want Muhammed Obvi to have to go in his stance Do acid with an angel and give the devil a dance, you see I'll (Never sell my soul for a record advance Or let alone, make a record just to get in the pants) But me, I was born with the mind of a king Give me the crown I'll melt it down, give my homies some rings (So what you think? We won't get what we deserve? F* y'all like, D & H together in a word And I'm, weighed in gold if you measurin' my worth I won't "live" like that word if you spell it in reverse) I'm explorin' in my mind, I'm angelic when I verse And all the waves that I'm spittin', leave you sailin' in a hearse That loud motherf**er and they sent me to trouble you Bring 9-1-1, they think I'm G.W But I don't need excuses to drop bombs I win World Wars, all I need is a dot com, hop on (So tell me what you want and we got it, we been up on it I benefitted from all of my minutes up on the corner doin' Cyphers with the homies, when I flew in like a comet Hit the Earth and make a divet, that's dividends upon us) Don't give away your souls, don't be sellin' your pride I'ma show you you need more [petty?] to fly And out here, my people can't stymie my drive I got Faith, no Biggie, man I'm Ready to Die Word [Verse 2: JL & (Lyricks)] (sh**, Y.O.X though, Y.O.X though) Ayo, what's a couple of aliens to a fresh prince? Hit 'em with some punches then light a cigar after Or better yet we're predators followin' (fresh prints) Hit 'em with the triple infrared, watch 'em dissolve after They say they want a bar fight? (Alright!) I've mastered different kinds of martial arts of all types Go back and forth like Royce and Marshall on 'em all night We'll have to go from bad to evil for a small price Listen, this'll be the Year of the Ox (So all you other tag teams need to retire now) And I know you got a spark and now you think it's lit (But the Y.O.X'll be stampedin' your fire out) (Should've, could've, would've, you doo doo you put up nothin' I put my sweat and blood up in these tracks Crew destructin' every member in your band, percussion (k** the conductor), clarinet section gone, (murder all the trumpets) This the Y.O.X motto; Maniac with the flows but the rose still grew from the concrete, kinda like it was Pac's motto You understand? What do we say to the fans? Look at 'em, look at us, we more the Aliens Fam! I'll k** your whole career with a primo beat and a flip cam Make you lose your balance like kickin' over the kickstand Battlin' me is fightin' a warrior with six hands Fights go toe to toe with the blows that're thrown by IP Man Round 2 [Verse 1: JL & (Lyricks)] Hold up, we the united (writers) Write it cleaner than (whitest) Fire feedin' in (inside us) Unleashin' our secret (virus) That's even deep in the (cyphers) I mean it, my team's the nicest We fulfillin' appetites and we leavin' 'em with that (itis) (This is John Carver), JL Style, sent in to help out Strong enough to take (Hip Hop) Don't wanna be Hell bound, wanna be Heaven destined Seven seconds to take your head and neck And disconnect it, dissect it down, right into seven sections (Forty degrees, absorbin' the allure of MCs I'm a warlord rapin' the scoreboard, I want more than a piece I wanna force feed my lyrics transform, transform to form of a beast Cook like Raekwon, and like szechuan, gourmet the beef I think it's best that you order retreat Man are you high? Smokin' a quarter of keif My Style wasn't born in the streets Molded by Noraebangs and informative speech Toured with the morbidest fleet Don't call me minority please! Follow me to the truth, I choose it to do, power moves that I use in the booth Proof that I'll probably pop off as I body bag y'all My cause, purpose of my music, pardon the intrusion I'm movin' in, sounds of improvin' it In an instant I'm provin' it These rappers are chicken Peruvian and I'm losin' it Look, I'm kickin' it sicker than ever be(fore) Got 'em in a (scope) Pickin' his head off and (go) Head off the shoulders and (whoa!) I'm lettin' it (roll) Lyrical clip getting (low) Guess I just better re(load) Cause that's when it's over And that's when I'm bulldozering him alive Cause if it's d**h, then it better be slow (Y.O.X season, make some noise!) [Verse 2: Catalyst & (Obvi)] Yo that sh** was dope! x3 Alien Fam, ight hold up Yo, I'm livin' like a ??? again, my arms are flowin' fluid Yo, that gra** is always greener, on the other side you grew it Caused a, shift that was seismic, the angle ain't congruent Super-human got a side kick, to show you I'm a ??? in his time I'm brainstormin' and formin' into a version of Ali That beat Foreman, my reign, droppin' enormous That pain, holds weight like an elephant I got the will to see the Sixth Sense, maybe find the Fifth Element Let me get a time machine in a day, I'd Probably save, Proof, Mac Dre & Phife, all at the same time I'd go and ask Marvin what he heard through the grapevine And connect all the dots 'til they sit in a straight line (So as I sit inside this plane on this San Francisco runway I think about this world I'm tryna take over one day And get 'em away from negativity and all the gunplay Give 'em old school game like Blockbuster Sundays And let 'em get close to greatness Cause all the people they learnin' from, they don't know relation So I'll be the one to come and show the patience I'm from the land of wine sippin', coke evasion So please know your places, please know your placement But I'm something that'll never be stopped My tape could be LeBron James, still never would flop So as I stand here on this mic, and I'm open up shop I need y'all, to get your doses and just show me my props It's Obvi)