Lyrics:

Well if it isn't Mr. Jump To Top Tier From The Proving Grounds
Responsible for that stupid style that every PG dude is using now
Well when you lose right now don't act like your status don't change, you can't have it both ways
Staring at your own grave
I never fold but when it comes to hands I don't play
I'll take every Chipper Jones won't be acting so Brave
What's cracking Chilla? Listen while your life gets cancelled
You catch a hook two times it ain't a Wyclef sample
Smack dudes usually ain't my best battles
But on paper I got this bitches number, how you like them apples?
Left tackle, off the right edge I might get past you
Right, left jab or Ric Flair knife edge slap you
You damn right I be the first to raise a fist
We can throw out bat (back) like a herniated disc
I remember learning back at the early age of six
How to catch a lick with (liquid) metal from the Terminator script
Y'all can watch me turn this bird to turkey bacon strips
I'll blackout and blow a fuse that's a circuit breaker switch
This the perfect stage to kill you, it's practically your Boston crowd
So I brought Nomar that long nose for a short stop in town
Find a cliff, throw your corpse off it now
I'll put Chilla on the rocks, but that would make him even more watered down
I'll knock him out and dip before he get the VIN number
I'm here to feast I'll fix supper like the French Pris Buttler
We can see this clown fronting that's the It cover
You think you got a lead, they must've put you on base like a pinch runner
You win some you lose some I guess that it's true
What's left of this dude will get bagged as evidence soon
It was his Last Crusade the second the room
Cause we knew in da end (Indiana) Jones would meet the Temple Of Doom
Now a new slogan is what you down right need
Cause you ain't never stood in front of someone round like me

Now Peter Morris has battled killers
But with Chilla is there anything he can do with him?
Now I see a smart man would run
He knows as far as hot heads they can body his crew mission
But y'all ain't even catch the scheme
Nasir, runny nose, hot heads, aching body is
But I ain't sweating it just know Chills in fatigue
Mean that coffin (coughing) coming like flu symptoms
So whoever got this dude winning, simply high, see (Hi-C)
So be (Sobe) cool my wordplay live
I'll snap pull (Snapple) give his V eight (V8) then show sonny the light (Sunny Delight) with a trey five
And leave his body in the Ocean Spray-ed if y'all only knew how many Minute made (Maid) die
His bay fly, I mean very fine and Capri son (Sun)
Shit, I'll run up in his crib while he trying to fuck
Catch him his miss dick (Mystic)
She was cool laid (Kool Aid) naked beside this chump
I let a shot clap and told her 'Watch you lay around next
Cause you could end up all kind of slumped.'
You know lay around neck, see that was a Hawaiian Punch
I got the juice
I could take yo' chain but every Crystal Light I peep the jewels nigga
But if a nigga rock bands then for that green that queen kissing an Eagle's too nigga
Rock man's, Green Day, Queen, Kiss and the Eagle's too
Now catch up cause that's the last scheme I'ma repeat for you
How sweet of you
Battling me on my fucking turf
I should hit you with a magazine
But before I let another burst
I got an issue with me making a center fold take cover first
Cause before I leave the gun I bottle will have a body like Mrs. Butterworth
There's nothing worse, than killing someone you respect
But better you than I dawg (eye dog) so I'ma euthanize dawg
And sit you beside God
Now think Suicide Squad if he claiming his leg pop it's a Croc
Cause we know this Joker hardly (Harley) a Deadshot
Boy you bet' not or get socked til you bloody
Ask Shilling, they book me and hit the jackpot in views
I done brought Mass millions
I saw your battle with Charron, the kid had you choking like Kat Williams
You're a poker player, who left his cards to come die in a battle, he's Pat Tillman
We was chilling in the hotel lobby
Homie asked me how much I would put on this battle
I turned it down, cause he's addicted to wagering
Losing is something he couldn't have handled
But that experience reminded me of one of baseballs most crookedest scandals
Cause how I read (Red) him since an addy (Cincinnati) wanted to bet soon as Pete Rose looking to gamble
But all he earned (urned) was being put on a mantle
I'm a monster, lift the shirt have him shook by the handle
Like miracas, you want the fade I'm armed with blades like Baracka
The surgeons gonna have to search in like he Bakka, patna
You couldn't hang unless your ass yo' ass get lynched
You getting screwed by this L minus the Allen Wrench
This a cinch
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town

Well I do like to bet on a lot of shit, I'll always be a gambler regardless
Cause I make people fold and get paid no matter what the card is
I invented my style, I'm a product of my environment
Your style is rapping about every product in your environment
Have y'all ever thought how ridiculous is his whole process?
Just Google house hold items and list those objects
Now when I first heard Chilla we thought the shit's no nonsense
But no one's running anymore it's like the Wishbone Offense
No content, just schemes, but we want better angles
Learn to tightrope walk, cause each wrong step is fatal
This a death match, it's time to meet all Heaven's angels
You 'bout to go through some shit, Devon get the tables!
You getting mangled, you don't scheme 'bout nothing
You must be high off the glass trying to rebound something
You 'bout to catch a beat down has all of Bean Town jumping
Then put the bow between his eyes like Dee Brown dunking
I'm a fucking know it all with some stuff to show to y'all
Chilla got shoulder straps he get buckled overall
Dome look like I crushed a bowling ball
These head shots on Cam need more than concussion protocol
I told you all I think outside the box, this match is fuego
Times have changed but my past is one you can't erase though
From snapping ankles to cracking safes and snatching bank rolls
I played a small part in everything like Danny Trejo
San Diego, I'm accustomed to get bored of lines you write
They knew that we'd be snoring when they organized this fight
See you be making people snooze with all the shit you do
But they ain't hating, there's a difference between sleeping on you and sleeping through you
So a new slogan is what you downright need
Cause you ain't never been in front of someone round like me

Biggest battler from New England ever, these is facts
Salute to y'all for coming out from the chicks to the G's in back
You see this fucking crowd? Fuck The Saurus homie you can thank me for that
You really think they paid bread to roll up and see Peter rap (pita wrap)?
Yeah I seen the stats, you like a 120 battles in
That's both pathetic and respectable
But you hate on URL and they fans cause they don't check for you
I mean you're so anti-URL, 'ball game' isn't a slogan it's a place where Big Papi makes hits with his bats
You're so anti-URL N.O.M.E. isn't an event, it's a small bearded man that just sits on your grass
You're so anti-URL, Chess isn't a battler, it's a board game he used to play with kids in his class
He's so anti-URL, Ty Law ain't a battler either, he's a quarterback who was a first round pick for the Pats
But he's been switching his raps and I can see it when I watch closer
Added aggression like Roc, hoping we noticed he got bolder (boulder)
Added gun lines hoping Smack fans would say he's a lot colder
Went from The Saurus to Pistol Pete...still couldn't cross over
Don't be someone you not soldier, acting like you all street
But if it's beef, you gon' dial Jones (Dow Jones) cause I'm a stockholder
I'm not sober so here's where the plan for the night go left
Fuck blamming a pipe to damage his white
Hands of the knife so fresh, damn it it's quite grotesque
Now Peter (PETA) everywhere like an animal rights protest
40 and I both vets, plus X, we lead the Bean adding to the muscle in Mass like Creatine
I've been nice, got more pin stripes than Jeter's team
To get ahead (a head) you losing next (necks) I'm a guillotine
My dawg's back itching to bug, you better flee/flea the scene
Or get more hands in your face than John Cena seen
B-More's ink, let the can' rip til my hand's split
Spraying the Tec's got him praying in sects like a mantis
Damn this, leave him lost under water like Atlantis
After letting it sing, or Morris set (Morissette) like Alanis
The plan is, open The Saurus to a new page
We can shoot fades, my dukes rage with brute race
Try me, I'm bullet proof in my hood like Luke Cage
It don't matter who's stage
I'm on some go to war shit, I'm on point like a long nose like a sword fish
Wooden box and got his pal lit (pallet) that's a forklift
And you are round, plate after plate watching that fork lift
See I wrote this, with the feeling of killing and leaving corpses
Just to leave The Saurus the sorest with a sore wrist
The score is....two zip
Who hold it down like me?
See he ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town


It's like your whole style is just lists, you can't live without it
If I put you in my top 10 list, you would probably rhyme a list about it
Chilla's scheming ain't as hard as it's really seeming
It's all games til he meet a land shark like Willie Beamon
You think you got the answer til I cross him up it's a Philly feeling
It's killing season you should feel lucky to still be breathing
This isn't even don't start asking me how
But I'm wigging on young wolf that's Carl Anthony Towns
It sounds like this dude's faking, box him up; bootlegging
This could end one of two ways, do I Liu Kang or Luke Cage him?
Now there's fools saying I've gotten careless with this reign
But it's not a marriage, you got embarrassed?
Don't Worry, Be Happy; Bob McFerrin
I'm the only law that there is
Bumping I Shot The Sheriff while I put two holes in your chief like Robert Parrish
Now stop comparing both our pens cause that isn't alright
I'm raw dope, he's broken down cooking soft white
I booked this long flight to give you an ass whooping all night
So if dude from Boston Brewing something I'ma put him on ice
Y'all are right, it ain't easy being the best for so long
You get beat back and forth keep the metronome on
If you wanna go, cool, I'm resurrecting Gohan
With Chilla every round gassed it's like he left the stove on
You don't wanna test me or get 3-0'd next see
I walk on water, Jesus don't need no jet ski
Without me, motherfucker there wouldn't be no west scene
I built that dynasty like Theo Epstein
Even your best schemes Chilla, they're way off track
I'm Big Papi at the plate where the playoff's at?
I got family in the north and I'll put my name on that
So you can't rob me in The Town homie, bank on that
You make words sound like other words and that's why you losing now
It's time for you to take jump back to the Proving Ground


Let me address some shit in this third round
I asked for a local match up, they said this was Mass against the world style
But we spoke about Sicarii...they said he retired we gotta sic our eye on another nerd clown
I'm a Rap Genius, so it would've been easy to break a verse down
Then they asked me, about the cat Lu Cipher to see who's nicer
I said, 'Dude tight but we need a bigger name to get the views spiked up.'
So don't be hype, like you nice, and try to call me wack
Cause I'm the King Pen, it's time to show you why they call me that
Y'all hear them gats flaming?
1-9 and two 8's like when crack came in
I act foul and get the tech/Tec boy I'm that flagrant
Your style wackness, malpractice I lack patience/patients
A Boston nigga born a killer like Matt Damon
I rap better, it's that blatant
You gotta take a stand I get it jumping from the gate with punches quicker than Vega can
They love to hear me back and forth with Styles, like Jada fans
One call I connect with 4G's without a data plan
Rush, have him bouncing on his dawg like Mega Man
If I ain't carrying the trey like a waiter's hands, then run
Cause I'm pulling out the machine like a paper jam
Chilla here fronting for who? I ain't a faker fam', shit
Did he (Diddy) think Puff taught me how to Make A Band?
Shit at 16 I really had the hook up y'all
Could make a rack out of nothing like a push up bra
So call me a nerd, them actions in my past not consistent
I had a new Glock in my shoe box, trying to move pot without a pot to piss in
So what I speak well in interviews
Shit, I see PR is vital in the top position
Say I'm lying, til you get it clear and find out the fib real later (defibrillator), I know it's shocking isn't it?
But on the card he act (cardiac) like I don't kick up and cook
I never really liked to rap I'd rather grip up with crooks
Hold the clip up and get shook
Then lift The Saurus off his feet, now don't you never seen me pick up a book
That slick talk have my Jamaican niggas pissed off
They yelling, 'Bloodclot, bloodclot' out the whip letting clips off
They say 'bloodclot' til it's empty then 'bloodclot' when they switch off
And when it come to the heat it's more blood clots than Chris Bosh
This bitch soft
Y'all really think he plan to kill me I could just beat him to death
I don't need cannon's really, I could put the Mac(k) down like Meek's mans in Philly
And have him facing fists like a sock puppet, boy these hands is silly
Really? We could've battled on the roof, you know where the loser has to jump
Wouldn't have mattered at all, but I like you bro
So I'll just throw you out the second story window...you'll fall flat in a sprawl
You'll survive but your whole body will be black and blue after it y'all
Think foliage, how he leaves a different color after the fall
This the wrong crowd to test me in front of
Glock in his mouth, had his bitch sucking a shaft like a lesbian lover
Quick question, raise your hand if you got me losing this battle right now
See that's why and I wore this hoodie for a reason
That's cause society's backwards
But let's end it right there, cause y'all know I'm not losing now
You going against Mr. Top Tier From The Proving Ground
And let's be honest, he said it himself, but goddamn dude is round