XXX-XXX - Genius Rap Battle - Keeper of the Faith vs Trakk lyrics

[Prequel: Keeper of the Faith] I think I might give it a try maybe... Got some bars as a start: I'm gifted, you could get it online like Amazon I tower high, make rappers get speech impediment Like Babylon School's out when I ring yo bell with this missile The b**h'll hit yo chest heavy like O'fficial These bars will f** you up front to back, that's a DP I'll be going crazy over a tie; that's Pee Wee You think I could hang? [Round 1: Trakk] Keeper of the Faith?! You're beefing with the great You don't wanna meet me in a battle, I believe it's a mistake You acting like a leader… Well, y'all gone see sir Caesar get replaced I'ma chop Keeper cuz I'm a shopkeeper What I have in store will put a leader in its place! All your lines are far from ill, who gave you those? I boost myself by thinking like a boss, yet I hate to boast And that wordplay about O'fficial? Just made me hate you bro You referencing female battlers Cuz they're the ones you can relate to most! See when it come to this battle sh**… It's not hard to tell who's gay and who's straight You had some sh** about dismissals… Well, you're not in my cla** Why you acting like we're school mates? Keeper of the —what?! You ain't no rap legend, this dude fake! So tell his mother, it's no biggie when she lose Faith! Now R.I.P. Notorious… I really wish God would've kept that dude alive When I saw you challenging me, I was like “Jesus! You gone get crucified." This some sh** you wasn't trained for You knew that you would die The cause of d**h: being too close to Trakk… You made it seem like it was suicide! I done written more punches than you can imagine, boy I'll make you ashes right after I blast these toys If he Achilles, then I'ma poke him on his heel Keep rapping about Amazon Till someone find you floating in the Amazon for real! Now that's a sight to see… I'm one of the pirates of Umbar, hell When you see that dot, calm that sh** down, but this ain't URL To think you could rap like me? You should be sentenced for life, and receive a too hard bail But not even in prison would any of this dude's bars sell You asked me if your raps was alright… please stop I mean, I definitely think you could hang… But that's only from a tree top! You seem like some informer You probably make the police watch You'll feel my hand on your ear for thinking you can eavesdrop [Round 1: Keeper of the Faith] Pop a pill, boy… For what I'ma bout to pen is ill and take yo' life away Hang from a tree? That's a swing But you ain't got the right to play Calling me Caesar, you ain't Brutus So put that f**ing knife away Or there'll be no recovery, I'm catching 25 to life today Shout out to Eminem… I'ma show you what martial arts do Not that it matters, chances' is slim you'll catch my bars, dude You end up short like Con when my sole hits; that's the bar j** I'm not one for bursting bubbles But how you think that you a star you? Talking about Pokemon… You'll catch ‘em all and I send nothing weak at you You ain't got the balls to stare back when my guns peek at you See I'm evolved with this sh**, you don't know nothing bout this G Yo dude, when I get psyched, duck Or I'll send bullets through your tee Big gun it go RA-TA-TA when this tool spray See you too slow bro, that's why I'ma do you in the worst way You seen my girl? Well I'ma cite her She got misty eyes when she read this sh** She went all Danny Myers and said; “Yikes! There's still 2 more rounds of this sh**!” … But slow it down! We only half way trough the first round, Trakk That's Nascar, ever since your girl climbed on my lap She ain't found back Trust me, if she ain't sweet then She's getting one from the stock, holmes But she got the gust of this king dick And now she's giving my block dome I'm gifted, you could get it online like Amazon I tower high, make rappers get speech impediment like Babylon But bible school's out when I ring yo' bell with this missile Load it up, the b**h'll hit yo' chest heavy like O'fficial For talking that jazz, this an awkward body like a gnome's wife This p**y'll get popped in the ring; that's NOME 5 Those bars just f**ed you up front to back; that's a DP So I'll be going crazy over a tie; that's Pee Wee! You from Sweden, right? When you're rapping I always get a sad frown IKEA; when you put your sh** together it's always a letdown No you IKEA, cause you only look good when you in the box Stockholm gets shutdown when I spin city; that's Michael J. Fox That's round 1, and it's a clear f**ing bodybag I cooked up some more, so get it now or in a doggy bag [Round 2: Trakk] Man why you bring that many bars for me… If this was KOTD, they wouldn't even let you rap this long But I wasn't surprised, you see I learned from your prequel verse that you like to just babble on I mean ab-sol-utely… you tower high? Next to you I'm literally like a high tower I'm about to give this schoolboy a cue about my power And I'm no longer talking about Pokémon Or some video game sh** — that's lame sh**! Even my light nameflips could make the whole game switch And it might be a tragedy if it's your boo that you came with But if y'all end up dead, I'm sure you and your baby will both fit in my truck, on some Lil Wayne sh**! Speaking of baby… you asked me “you seen my girl?” Of course I've seen her! But in contradiction to your name, I say she's far from a keeper I was chillin wit her though… Gave her some Whisky cuz I ain't wanna make your dame whine Saw you was coming home, so I picked up my main 9 Stopped touching ya boo, now busting at you, my aim fine It's funny how I made both y'all b**hes wet at the same time! But I can't leave no witnesses I'd rather have bodies all over the floor like Twister We had fun while it lasted, but if I aim at her I won't miss her You really thought I missed her? Well you were wrong, mister She let me eat from the same plates you ate off But she probably had AIDS, dawg So I used a condom to prevent her from burning me like Hitler! You crossed the boundary And I thought about giving a toast to the dead, understand? That was the point of no return, I saw the d**h of you, man You have a gun? I have a gun. And I be letting it blam sh** I be feeling immortal with the TEC in my hand! So you a winner or a loser? Choose your kind You said you'd go crazy over a tie… nahh. But I bet you this L will make you lose your mind! Battle rapping about IKEA? You need to chill a bit It seem like you bit Chilla You know, right at the beginning of his 2nd versus Daylyt? He did that sh** iller! But me? I ain't biting from no one. And I don't spit filler I'll come knock knock at your door with a MAC Like I'm that kid Miller! But now I'll rap about furniture… You see the tables are turned, you get k**ed here So for beefing, this tool will put you in a wheelchair I'm going ham, ock... a casket will be your bed, dawg Of course I'm sleeping on yo' sh** All them lyrics got my head bored! [Round 2: Keeper of the Faith] Saying I bit Chilla, you must have nothing hot to start with This a workout cuz... For this match y'should choose sets to squad with When I pump the iron It just means I'm giving the boss ten from the stock These bars hold more weight than you could benchpress, so lay down or get your abs rocked Word to Immortal Technique But that scheme I'd done a different way You wanna dance with the devil? Better save that for a different day Cause when I lift these rebel arms, you better flee Go catch your breath Before you get caught in a hustle Or that big mouth will be the cause of d**h! Now these bars aren't revolutionary But better than that sh** you had I'm diabolical, you wanna play the martyr You'll get crossed for the sh** you said Duck down, this rocket leave this f** clown trapped between bases like a rundown Stockholm gets shut down Think Rihanna and Jay-Z, cause now I f**ing run town And when I say you can't be touched Don't f**ing think that you're Chuck now It's cause you a fruit that went down with his ship like how Archibald bu*t drowned! And your girl? She's been in the basement since I snatched the b**h But she loving me Telling me she don't ever wanna leave or snitch She smiled, got wild eyes When I showed her the D and the income No small-timer, got your b**h suffering from Stockholm Syndrome When I bust at your skull I'll leave a permanent dent Uri Geller, f** up and get your armament bent Talking whiskey? f** around and get your gentlemen jacked Give Jim the beam I got bucks to spare Cuz I got them benjamins stacked Beat your girl's eyes black, dog then I let Johnny walk her On these famous grounds I'm sending shameless rounds, I let the barrel stalk her You rapping about Hitler, what you a skinhead? Better watch it when I call son You'll get stabbed to d**h with hockey skates Like I'm avenging Peter Karlsson And AIDS? I'll saw you in half for calling me magic But you never played ball son Ooh f**, I'll leave this Swede hollow in the hood like St. Paul son