Team Backpack - BAR FIGHT™ - PASSIONATE MC VS. X | (prod. TROX) lyrics

[Verse 1: X] Wether it's off the top or the written rap/ I'm in attack and they gone remember that through a mental lapse/ been relax Imma dog it out like the kennel snapped/ jack ripper strapped like a ninja who left the window cracked/ pick a stat I do everything mix and match/ write until my wrist detached, then I stitch it back/ and roll up on the slaughterhouse like a paraplegic/ just to ask Joell Ortiz yo where is the remix/ I mean, it get deep as American secrets/ compare me to life in supplying the air that you breathing/ speed of lightening in that brand new Unidentified/ sh** be sor davinci code I got it memorized/ you've been advised, I'm sleepin wit my kitchen knives/ on body bags, I'm talking ma** genocide/ got me feeling like the last of a dying breed/ rip off the labels like you asked for a pint of lean/ I'm the king, now cut it like behind the scenes/ out in Brooklyn taking shots guess who buying heem/ had to be me, the accuracy/ armed in a vest, I do this sh** so pa**ionately/ believe it can be today, we don't mediate/ rappers acting like they BTK and be a piece of cake/ Either way, if they cross the line it's gone be breaking news on the net/ Smooth and direct, do not get confused with the rest, they call me X! [Verse 2: Pa**ionate MC] I got 'em calling me Eric Wright… ‘Cause I'm ruthless with the ease Sharpshooter, you can see the Rüger through the jeans Martin Luther, I'll help ya get lucid with your dreams Pop and move ya, I got them like Medusa with beam! Stiff with a freeze it's a Click with a squeeze One lick then it leaves, Guns spit when it breathes And I'm honest I've been a monster f**ing living without conscience, a n***a's heartless I've been dealing with these doctor's medicine, lot's of sedatives Settling, palms is sweating and arms are trembling, awkward etiquette How could I not remember it?! Off the richter with Armageddon And I am the arch-nemesis of all lyricists, Cypher God and I'm lighting 'em all like Thomas Edison! Done through with all that tongue moving When it comes it I can Sun Tzu it While they run from it I'mma run through it Like it's one unit and I'm coming for d**h You gon' need another gun and a vest I could never be up under the rest.. I can do this till 110, 110!!! "I always stay focused the longest I promise I can battle any artist til they just get exhausted and forfeit!" I've learned from the best, burned through the rest to earned the respect I'll split pussies like cervical tests And throw a jab that'll crack ya chin, you will snooze I've been accused of sleepin' more kids in a room than Mike Jackson did Then I spring 'em in a box like where the mattress fits Uncontrollable arms, it's like a n***a has Tourettes [3rd Verse: X] Imma show y'all what we have in common/ absolutely nothin I'm bout that action Bronson/ only sick as Magic Johnson with an absent conscience/ and I deliver like Malone on behalf of Stockton/...that's a promise bottom line is cut the Jazz!/ now add it up then run the cash, ain't too much to ask/ I rarely discuss the past in this hover craft, but let em know I was in New Mexico when the shuttle crashed/ understand that I'm a brand new breed/ or be found hanging like the sleeves on an amputee/ I am Bruce Lee, stick made out of bamboo trees, deflect ya shots like Keanu reeves/ I get creative with it/ rock the crown like its tailor fitted, this ain't a gimmick/ they talkin bars but a day in prison just ain't a sentence/ intricate like Explaining physics, for 80 minutes/ they gone exit soon as I make an entrance you can't convince me that I ain't the 1 you should've gave me somebody famous/ X n***a I'm not to play with, I got you Vegas/ the antics ain't gone be tolerated, don't get it twisted for a minute I brought that homage payment but I'm the greatest/ hand it over then confiscate it, my n***as next/ im cleanin house like a swifter jet if you disrespect/ intellectually amazing at least, might have to pull a Barry Adrian Reese and battle my silhouette/ [Verse 4: Pa**ionate MC] I'm from that 98' Canibus Era So my 2nd round'll come with two L's that I'll hand him together And it's Kool, I ain't smoking blunts. I'd rather squeeze, throw a punch That'll have both of his knees and his shoulders touch! Like beds tucked into the couch, I'll fold ‘em up! With the grip stuck under his mouth, Cobra Clutch! For the chips I'll give em' more rounds than a Poker Club I'm catching bodies left and right, That's an open hug! You'll feel these hands from both sides, that's a shoulder rub From a n***a working out the trap, that's a shoulder shrug The way I got this in the bag's like I'm holding d** (d**h Stare) Outmatching me lyrically You'd be better off trying to go and count back from infinity! And where the f** Ca**idy at?! So I can show him how to break bodies down, This anatomy cla**! I keep a leg up, to keep ahead up over the competition All I need is an arm's length just to stop the friction! And what I got is reckless! Cause it would get you capped n crunched in a box for breakfast I'm starving, bigger hole in ya top than a dolphin Then b**h slap the innocent bystanders for watching They'll be stiffer than a mannequin cause the back hand I'll send Strong enough to turn Caitlyn Jenner to a man again!