URLtv - John John Da Don vs. JC lyrics

[Round 1: John John Da Don] Remember Summer Madness 3 lil n***a? That was your big chance It's kinda ironic how you made it to the big dance But I been k**ing you Detroit n***as, why switch plans? In other words, I stretch the glove out, I got big hands! You could ask your city about me, n***a they know I'm The Truth like Paul Pierce, what you think I keep this trey for? They'll find this n***a buried six feet in that grave flow To show ya'll that I don't gotta be Diddy to leave J Lo As for all my haters, time to teach ya'll how to love me When I pull up, he gon' die per squeeze just like them Huggies It's a wrap, I;ma put this lil n***a to sleep without a snuggie Arms going around his head, I'm tryin' to teach him how to dougie I'ma black until the crowd yell, ‘Ohhh!' does that disturb you? My guess is you don't know your colors well, so let me…[unclear]…you If my gun got a infared and I keep my finger on the trigger ‘til it turn blue That means it's gon' get ultraviolet per pull You squirt tools? Is this some kind of sick joke? A dancer that k**s people? Get a load of this folks It has to be breakfast if this kid every gripped toast Cause the only time we ever seen him pop was for Chris Stokes And that video made you gay and that's a fact Especially about how your life became after that Cause according to Chris Stokes you got a platinum plaque For spitting on the mic and you ain't even have to Rap You let him be your mack Daddy, supplying you with lip-gloss I would've got my Daddy's mac and made him jump like it's tip off Wait a minute, that's ‘Mack, Daddy' ‘Daddy, Mack' you see the flip dawg? That's why you backwards now for the lines you let Kriss Kross Don't you know how much that sh** reflected on your hometown? Cause now you need the Motor City to get back on the road now Cause that transmission failed, meaning everybody know now You got sugar in your tank and that's why Pontiac broke down Good luck to you winning on the road, J And don't blame this New York crowd, that sh** is so gay Remember, I was there when Red bodied you at home, J So you should try to get Jersey back because of O, J No way I would ever lose to JC It's just way too many ways for me to flip JC Like I could shoot 20 for 20, the perfect J, see? Get it? 20/20 so eye can help J see You see my lines got lines on the low, that's an underscore My four sees him so win the Spring Break I bet son will Fall I gotta hold it like a rope, I never seen this kinda gun before But when I pull, the sh** pull me back, we be playing tug-of-war Ain't we cool? What the f** you acting hot for? You still proving your ground, what the f** I need your spot for? First round, BARS, but what the f** should I stop for? Just wait ‘til ya'll hear my second round, cause I got more [Round 1: JC] Alright look, I didn't like his round and I know ya'll didn't either But it's hopeless John, see tonight I need you to get focused John I had violence on my mind when I wrote this, John Leave all of your men Holy, I will poke this John But no, see you're the most debatable battle rapper we got You've tied with everybody even the battles you win They go back and find out you stole a rhyme from everybody! But I mean, I asked Smack for a dope bout and he found John And you suppose to be on Summer Madness twice huh? Syah must be a proud Mom See the problem is you right here with a n***a light years ahead of you Ain't been on Smack all year But still end up being that n***a you steppin' to See freckles, you level two, I created my own lane John You one of them same Johns, starting with that name Ain't Hollow the same Don? But I know ya'll heard that, right? I don't gotta name drop I could win a round myself But damn it's clear you shouldn't be standing here n***a you Bow Wow help n***a you b**hed to get on Summer Madness 2 I never seen a n***a sell they pride I ride by throwing bullets from a Bronco, I Elway John Stop the madness, I know how to get his block reaction Show up with that sh** you gotta call You gotta hold it like a laundry basket That sh**'ll blow the roof off this b**h like a good party The Bullets look like I'm shooting Sharpies John, JC a dancer but do he hold a Tech? No That's yo call for respect If I had to sent a shot at John It would have been a hole they put a finger to check the pulse on his neck It would've been a follow up shot, the Target, his chest Bang… Bang… That b**h got a Demarco effect You wanna know why n***as don't take you serious when you talk with this voice? That's cause you went on Freestyle Friday and multiple choiced…and got WASHED! That n***a used you for a welcome mat And you kept repeating the multiple-choice sh**, what's up with that? See you thought we liked it cause we was cool with a couple cats But the problem with you is we always hear lines back And even Bron know you can't cover that See John I let you have that torch last year And I'm sure they grieved with it ‘til it burned out But you mad I made it, that was just navigation I showed you when yo turn was, John you wildin' n***a If you need help writing, dial a n***a You did not have to take whole rounds from n***as But then he get mad at you mutha f**as and swear ya'll quick to hate Well get it straight, ain't no more respect for you We done gave it to the n***as you imitate See these n***as acting like I can't leave the kin folk smoking I smack his gla**es off, shots at the car, either way I flip that Focus b**h get focused, battling? That sh**'s so hopeless I ride through, drive through, he get bucks soon as the window's open Yo turn n***a [Round 2: John John Da Don] See when I battled QP in Chicago I was breaking him in Shout out to all the fans that all found a way to attend But I said a scheme that pissed Detroit off, I wasn't playin' with them And since Smack ain't drop that footage, I'ma say it again n***a I'm from New York, overall Detroit can't beat us The Lions ain't f**ing with the Giants or the Jets either The Yankees will k** the Tigers, the Knicks will k** the Pistons And if they battled up in heaven Biggie's giving Proof the business Now even though Proof is up there in heaven, I know he spit hell But he would lose to our New York legends, you want a list? Well… Christopher Rios would Punish him, I know that wouldn't sit well And we all know Lamont Coleman would really give ‘em a Big L n***a you from Yak Town, me? I'm from D-Block You think your city f**ing with my city? Well I think not I tell my n***as open bar, that means they all taking free shots And put the Yak away forever like they been Detoxed With guns that'll turn your whole street to a rest stop It's so big I gotta put the trigger in a headlock The kickback will turn a leg shot into a head shot And give these pussies toys that didn't come from a s** shop Don't get it twisted, these toys ain't for play And if this n***a think I'm just kidding I'll send J, K's You pick a target, I pick a target, and we can spray J But this beam will make sure I hit it first with that Ray, J Make way, ya'll n***as gay if ya'll think J the sh** Cause I do not believe in JC, I'm an Atheist I'm like f** fighting cause I would rather start blazing sh** I'm usually a swinger but I will give J the Smith I ain't gon' lie, to prepare for this man was hard, I had to watch a lot of… Americans Best Dance Crew and a little Dancing with Stars But what I'm not gon' do is get up here and spit a bunch of dancing bars But what I am gonna do is get up here and try to actually dance with bars Like, ‘What's popping JC?' Nah, nah for real, ‘What's shaking?' Ah ah ah, you think sh** wavy? ‘Til your bones start breaking I'll put ‘em in a box where his heart won't pump again And shut him down he gon' need the hand of God to lift ‘em up again Since Hip Hop done found another rapper who could dance Sorry you can't touch this And I don't mean your favorite music jam But this 357's ain't no backup dancers So don't confuse the affairs, so if I wanted this MC Hammered This pair will shoot your pants My crew got hands but we shooting cans f** the ha**le, bukkaki style I'll have 40 n***a busting at you With 40 nines like Patrick Willis tried to rush or sack you Or 40 K's like they trying to get Lux to battle So ain't we cool? What the f** you acting hot for? You still proving grounds, what the f** I need your spot for? Second round, jokes, but don't worry cause I got more [Round 2: JC] I didn't like yo last round, I'm sure they didn't either Nah, this a cartoon game and you trying to play with me Basically, I just been waiting patiently But not only do you clone sh**, when you say yo own sh** That's make believe, b**h stop pouting I'm top scouted, the one every agencies agents see This can't be me against you, I was gon' let you live Cause honestly you just alright But how I'm the n***a you gon devour When yo whole last round was solar powered? It went off light n***a you had Hitman and damn near lost the whole battle in the first round You thought that move was legit? Honestly we ain't even see you lose Until you brought baby Wesson's for n***as juniors and sh** You moving like this? Well that's probably why I'm so hard to hit, John To me you just a battling starter kit, John I was in a call formation when I got confirmation That you was dying, but this gon' hurt his chance You see, I'm strapped like Urkel's pants And pull both strap like when Urkel dance This sh** so worthless but so perfect cause he been a joke Already been exposed on how he clone verses, on purpose But his b**h gave me the drop B His pigeon told me something I do not need to make John bleed He p**y, twats bleed, you don't even gotta put a hand on this n***a And NO! We do not believe You getting rich off this bullsh** you scamming on Twitter You scamming my guy? Don't even answer that I don't wanna give you a chance to stand here and lie But I need you to pay attention Understand the guy you standing beside I stand for my pride, we grab hammers and ride At any instance semi's spitting push rams to the side You flash gats, I flash back more than Family Guy But the difference is I don't just let that cannon flash I shoot like my handles bad and flip bodies hammock fast Johnny said, ‘Okay, I was suppose to be booked for Summer Madness This dude swagging' Newsflash I watched you two years before I started, you slackin' b**h I spray cans like cheap tanning I'm ahead of you on the league standings And run through all you n***as with weeks planning So tell this n***a keep standing And the chest shot gon' put his back on the ground while his feet planted The I hit his hood, artillery, that stock hold 50, big a** cannon The other one dirty, now I got Chicago with me What you need to understand is I'm better than you, on every level You'll say something like ‘The chopper will knock him 3 Doors Down, that's that heavy metal' See I was ready to battle when I got off that same flight Meaning I land in gear to take off and air lines The moment you got in plain sight Yo turn [Round 3: John John Da Don] I been accused as a theft, right? So why not get my steal on Haters just hoping I fall off, but I'm still on The next n***a bring it up, the next n***a I'ma steal on Something like RoboCop, I can't move without that steel on But I'm still drawing cause the barrel on my steel long Or even when it got a sawed-off and it's still on Shots through his pregnant wife's stomach, she'll have a still born That pump will push the baby out for her so that's steel born So they say all John John do is steal, right? Instead of prove the wrong, they can feel like they still right I still might feel like letting steel spit So it won't be bars next time they say I steal sh** You see I listen to the critics, they made me chill on the humble I left that multiple choice alone but n***as still find a feel to rebu*tal So I'm back making Scan trons out of n***a Soon as I peel off the buckle don't matter which answer he choose I still fill in his bubble Like A) Holy Temple, send that n***a to church Or B) that Hulk Hogan, it's gon' rip through his shirt Or C) wait, this scheme is old, but when I spit it it hurts Let's see what happens if I flip and spit the sh** in reverse Like, D) start from his feet but I just wanna hit his toe Or C) go for the knees so he ain't got nowhere to go Or B) give ‘em the mag ‘til I make it centerfold Or A) start from the face and shoot everything below You still trying to be top tier? I'm a vet now I'm 6'4” you 5'4” this is more than just a step down But let's put the bars away cause he dead and this battle's over Now it's time to talk about the impact I've ben making on this battle culture See when I battled Hitman they said he was on a losing streak And it was gon' be over for his career if he lose to me Which was true indeed cause I was fresh off the Proving Grounds He tried to show me how to control the room I showed that n***a how to move a crowd Then when I battled K-Shine, that crowd did me greasy Cause Bow Wow came to his first URL event just to see me Hooked up with Smack, got to being shown on 106 weekly So I'm the f**ing reason why URL was on TV And Math ain't beat me, I mean he's a vet, but boring And me going light make him look like he had the best performance So add that up, my resume cannot equal yours If you ain't put two and two together, what we equal for? X-Factor just took a loss to Goodz that was scarring him And he knew he couldn't let another sweater pull his card again With that being said, if you want a Hitman then Holla ‘Bars' again Do the Math I've been X-Factor'd to help K-Shine be a star again You see the statement that I'm making tonight? You just a dancer n***a, moonwalk your way to the light So please don't say the John if you ain't sayin' it twice And if you don't add Da Don you ain't sayin' it right [Round 3: JC] I was just telling Twitter they could get rich real quick If they send me all they money How that sound to you? Probably the same way it sound to dudes you make this promise to You know how humble I had to be to stomach myself And watch him cry on Twitter And not just say, ‘Shut the f** up' myself? Let me break it down to you like this Notice these n***as, they get pissed every time you quoting these n***as Then you go b**h about it on Twitter like you wrote for these n***as b**h we watched you on Twitter and Grind Time You a joke to these n***as But me, I'm some troublesome sh** With these n***as I'm comfortable with Fun from the hip, running through sh** This bout, not fun! Fun stop, guns pop, drop son I'm with them same cats that shoot and bang flags like prop guns Now John… you could be the first down from an offensive… Nah… that's too John John like, I wouldn't bother with it Instead, I hit his top with biscuits And squeeze on a Don like I'm washing dishes This lame say he ready? And it's game day Everybody say I been battling bums and Smack gave me John John So now I feel the same way I k** n***as like you so often, I run to your crib, toast sparking Face covered like the coach talking You fake hoes make those stares, ain't no care I bang toast that'll make yo crib look like they shot Django there I've accepted that you not respected But I'm way sicker than the doc expected And ain't sh** sweet and tonight you gon' die, I bet it Lying seconds from this casket, his core missing I grab the mag, let it pop, won't even hesitate to give ‘em a second shot I'm forgiving, but be honest, dying is the only given option Because you shoe to gain trouble Now you gotta die in the round, clear, let's get it popping I thought about paying John a visit, bring them techs in, scare him But sh** ya'll ain't built for contact, n***a yo best friend wear ‘em Who the f** gave these n***as the authorization to play ball? That's what get's sh** sent to his top, my clique raw Chris Paul, I still a**ist with the shots Every time I hear yo punch line effort I'm surrounded by laughter, n***a Cause every time I break you down bar for bar I pull out like seven different rappers, n***a See they shocked off this body, this like a fight with Blanka They can't sleep on me, but refuse to lose sleep on you We two different types of monsters See you could steal a name and bars, real n***as don't need no help But you walk around like you was the only Don You should be ashamed of yourself These n***as don't mind saying Da Don and even saying it twice But when they don't add Da Don it's cause they saying it right Yo turn, oh, it's over, I beat him