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Song: | Spy vs Spy |
Album: | Roy's Revenge | Genres: | |
Year: | 2020 |
Length: | 298 sec |
Lyricist: Roy of the Ravers
Lyrics:
This battle I'm catchin' a body, and if they disagree, fuck 'em He thought I emptied the clip, I keep dumpin' I'm offin' this rapper with a Hollow/Dizaster You don't catch it? That's one round he didn't see comin'! Let's just go to it: Chilla at a Chinese restaurant 'When that steam dump, lend me a hand Or duck when that bird fly Organik let us rap, so watch his egg roll, noodle gettin' stir fried I'm a general so every gun in my house Special, keep it low, mane Try to take my cash, you chicken Anyone in the sesh want it, it can be o-ranged' Dawg, you are the worst thing that we sit through It's even worse when the scheme hits you Bitch, you rap like you learnin' to read And your fans react 'cause they learnin' to read with you He'll act like he does more than scheme You know, say that he's well-rounded I'm like, 'But you only do one thing!' He was like, 'Well, round it!' Chilla, you did it, I did it better with little effort Breakin' this trick down, my pen is Penn & Teller Teleport your inner dweller The Heckler metal enter your cerebellum I Robert Beck and kill the teller, then I'm interstellar The block hotter than chili peppers, Chilla feel the pressure He talkin' choppers? The bitch would never Ask him he got the chopper, the shit propellers Tell King Pen it's whatever I hit King then I hit Coretta Bullets too big to measure, lift his body like liftin' feathers Bodies on the toast like the shit's bruschetta Chilla lose, Chilla wine, put him in the cellar I'll skin you alive then rock Chilla in chilly weather Split you in half and you get stitched together So many stitches down his middle section It resemble leather jacket zippers down his center Like Michael Jackson's fit on the Thriller record Dawg, when you rap, it's traits of a slow reader I raise eyebrows when lines connect: I basically go Frida They sent you to Heaven's Gates facin' a cult leader I even take my blade on the road That means I came out with the razor like Snake on a Nokia I'm cut different You know what he reminds me of? I just figured it out You know them crime movies Where the murder goes unsolved, instead Chief closes the case, but one cop's obsessed Ready to jump off the ledge Trashy apartment, files everywhere& on one wall's a-spread Covered in string connecting news clippings, drunk, poppin' meds That wall's your style, Chilla, your schemes are just one awful mess Just a bunch of random shit tied together with one common thread!
Hold it down for me I'm a little under the weather, but we gonna rock
After this, it's no comin' back I'm nuts, it's time for all men to peek and see Mac a dame Nope, homie, I ain't come with none of that, it's a fuckin' rap
Good!
Why take me in a place where my name's known? Ain't no killin' Chill, and whoever feelin' Ill shoulda stayed home Boy, it's Jones, I'm who they see for bars Punches and schemes, who here sicker? When I land mine it's explosive, fuck the crew here with ya You ever see a nigga battlin' at home, with the crowd in they palm Well, you 'bout to get a new clear picture, nigga That's why I'm flippin' from the jump like parkour Why start for? This ain't a smart war This is Darfur, I'm hardcore My mind and my heart got dark origins They'll find parts and organs in different parts of Oregon Portland, spar warrior, I'ma start mournin' him And thank me for the return of the Mac: I'm Mark Morrison I'm warnin' him, 'cause Jiminy Cricket ain't artillery grippin' Is y'all from Pittsburgh? Then why y'all told me Mac mill'll be spittin'? We on this card because of me, why would it really be different? You ain't been on the bill in a minute, you Hillary Clinton It's filler he's written, so why Q you, Ill? Your pen featherweight I'm catchin' bodies at every Massacre like Leatherface So settle for second place Every match a career-builder indeed You linked in with a monster, check my resume But before you say it first, you're not the 'cockiest combo of Rocky, Apollo, Ali and Drago' Before you chop me, I bought me a Hanzo And had it brought to me pronto You got the heart to tell tales in all of these convos But they ain't ravin' for you? Damn, y'all brought me the wrong Poe! I wanted to match a stack with the Don and get John dough But he ducked it, I said fuck it, anybody get John Doe'd You gettin' broke off and smoked, like I copped me a Fronto You can not see the squad bro, they constantly on though Prob'ly a long nose, like it gotta be Gonzo You'll hear us pop so much you woulda thought he was Lonzo No wonder your chick love our balls& yeah, there I go uppercuttin' It's all about timin' a swing, it's like we double-Dutchin' He ain't see that fucker comin' That don't mean I'm sucker punchin' He's 5 foot fuckin' nothin', but trust he's still up to somethin' Frontin' like you got a deal When's the next state-to-state tour? Your beats be gettin' laced for sure, shoutout to Chase Moore But if you worked harder at your dreams and gave Chase more You'd be makin' bigger cash deposits down at Chase more But I downloaded your shit, passed your tapes around Obviously he can write But he's short, poor, insecure, a weakling thinkin' he can fight He's hot-headed, a pessimist, disturbed with no peace at night He's arrogant, emotional, a pothead who can't sleep at night Your race is undetermined, chicks think you the creepy type And you got a Napoleon complex Jesus Christ! Just kill yourself, Mac, I gave you 13 reasons why!
You call yourself King Pen What, you talkin' Pablo? Frank Lucas? El Chapo? Shit, we all know King Pen is a bitch, just ask Griselda Blanco What, you talkin' comics like the bad guy in Marvel? You've never been animated, I put the graphic in graphic novel Like kingpin, that's Wilson Fisk dealin' bricks On some real militant villain shit Chilla Jones? Chill at home, Sherlock Cock-eyed, fuck two birds with a stone, I'll take out the bird's flock Eyes closed, hit everything: birdshot Justice is mine, so justice is blind like Matt Murdock Your life like Riddler doin' math, I'm just addin' problems Run up on Batman walkin', put on a Joker mask and rob him Kill Croc, melt Mr. Freeze like Baskin Robbins Batter Robin, use an atom bomb to flatten Gotham That's the Dr. Manhattan Project You talkin' comics? What you mean then, King Pen? King of writing? Fuck is this boy puffin'? I'm thinkin' Kingpin the movie; give him a hand, he's Roy Munson Fuck 'em, head kick, Cro Cop, knock him off his soap box Throat chop, paralyze his face: Botox Throw shots, but put me on your Rushmore when you show props 'Cause I set precedence For dead presidents he'll get his dome rocked! Knuckle up, I'll uppercut him out his low-tops Shots will lift him 'til his body stiffen like he tryna do the robot Pocket check, no slot, burner ready, stovetop Chrome Glock, stick up this sucker like a Blow Pop Don't flop, Chilla, or it's no (Shox) When you get your (Soul) swapped Necrophiliac: deadass, you gettin' cold-cocked stop, I'm tryna get this paper, I'm a smoke shop Treat him like the bitch he always was; Bruce Jenner, post-op Bitch, you got me bored to death, cadence slow You insecure basic ho Westworld: only way you're known's makin' clones One punch, he'll speak through the wire& facial bones Breaking Bad, cable show, Game of Thrones It don't matter what tier he in, play your role Or it's static from the start: that's the intro on HBO This like Paid in Full, it feels like we part of the cast I'm Ace eatin' Chinese food while he balls up the bags You Mitch: lose the bet and ask to borrow some cash 'Cause I'm here eatin' and he still thinks he got a shot with that trash!
Y'all remember I told Diz 'I got the blueprint for the body, I'm Michael Scofield'? Bars is always part of the plan Can Ill out us? Nah, he's my pupil See I got him in the palm of my hands I was offered the chance knowin' that I gotta defeat you How? Usin' a blueprint of everybody who beat you So let me jump in this Conceited bag, let me ask New York These genius bars, they gonna have to give Mac support You lack support on the East as a whole don't you get it, Mac? You screamin' out you love New York, but you a midget, Mac It's tit for tat arguin' fame Nintendo Punchout the only time little Mac was a star in the game Let's keep goin', let me jump in this Hollow bag Shit, I'll give you the same slogan Like, to beat me, you'll need Professor X with his brain focused The Phoenix with flames glowin' Gambit with his Ace showin' Cyclops with the shades low, Logan with his rage growin' So if you see my shirt tear in the ring it ain't Hogan It's the Incredible Hulk rippin' a different type of tank open And they hopin' I jump in that Arsonal bag But you was drunk and in need of help All it took was a shot and a couple beers and you beat yourself And plus it's somethin' about bein' original When you can hear a nigga and tell they fresh Every line on every watch Whether you get it on the 1st or 15th like a welfare check That's why these rappers like Serius and A. Ward steal my schemes They feel like it'll help their rep My style different, that's why they jack it inside and out like Will Smith at Bel-Air Prep So they can take an L here next, for now it's you losin' bro You thought it'd be smooth sailin' Until you hit a wall like the Truman Show Tool explode, you have to take an L Could give a fuck if it's legal, I see food Let's get it crackin' with a shell I'll send him flyin' through the window, glass shatterin' as well He'll say hello from the other side, I'm turnin' Mac into a Dell Come get exposed, sir Greg Poe's a poser And a snitch, I bet po po are headed where you post, sir Check the polls, sir I'm killin' him; check his pulse, sir To beat me you need stilts, a stepping stool and a growth spurt You need to grow, sir Because you could probably fit in a paper bag from the grocer What's even grosser is that I net what you grow, sir Look closer, I'm rippin' with the flow Y'all seen The Last Dragon; Sho'nuff, all I was missin' was the glow I got a gift rappin', but I'll still push your rib in with a bow I'm shockin' all you, kickin' in the do', grippin' on a fo' To make Mac true to his name: have him sittin' with some holes But like a subtweet, I had to sneak dis in on the low So what you beat Pat? Y'all been blinded, it seems Don't let that win(d)shield your eyes like Lightning McQueen I'm from the bean You might have battled dudes who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these (Bosstown!)
You ever noticed this? Chilla, you got that 'where my hug at?' vibe Friendzoned by your crush and gotta hear about when she fucks that guy Chilla thinkin', 'He don't deserve you, he don't believe in you.' Droppin' hints, bumpin' Drake like, 'Girl& I wrote a scheme for you.'
'I'll Take Care of you, Thank Me Later& I knew when I met her What a Time to be Alive when me and you are together If You're Reading This, It's Too Late like a suicide letter' She's like, 'Are you drunk right now?' He's like, 'I'm just sayin' you can do better'
Yeah, he's corny, he's a cornball& I'm surprised no one noticed
Yo, that Rone angle won't work, Chilla 'Cause you were campaignin' for the chain before I even beat Stay Now he mad they exclusive with the title Hmm& 4:44 on release day I'm cocky with the flow, tell me why he stands a chance Look at my career: more bodies in a row than a Chinese dragon dance No matter where you at, you trash& you come off as awkward from Cali to Boston, Boston to Toronto, partner You perform at the same bar in every scene like the Jabba monster Your bitch open sesame like Ali Baba Get sprayed in the mouth, it's not Binaca She took a knee for the shot: that's a rocket launcher Fuck an all-time list that I'm not on top of But even if my name's not on the roster As long as they left off his like Barack Obama Fam crazy, my mom will pop ya Where the squad you brought up? Get your family owned, I'll mom and pop ya Pop up at the old folks home your grandfather wanders And kamikaze bomb it like Hector Salamanca I've realigned my chakras I'll check him if he trippin', I'm a shaman doctor That's why I came out, a body experience, where's the Ayahuasca? I'm off my rocker, E. Honda box ya If you thought I was duckin' it's just to Blanka shock ya Mortal Kombat, pull that Katana on ya Blade like Baraka's claws Couldn't stop it rockin' Kabal's body armor Voorhees, horror scenes and your death's next War paint, call him war chief when his head rests Glove on my hand like when you throw catch Hit you then throw away the stick go fetch! Dog, not every scheme you do is clever, not every simile's a punch The truth's a bodyblow It can take your wind when you feel it in the gut He got killed by QP, I give a fuck if he gets amped Bodied by Pass, how you get touched if your pen can't? JC killed you, now you gettin' slumped on the red cam Think IG livestream: since you wanted Funk, this a Flex rant I'm just throwin' mud on a deadman Foreman in Zaire, that means you gettin' snuffed by the ex-champ Chill, Chilla& to be the king, you have to at least win Shit, I been the king, and you ain't been where a king's been My heart, ice& watch a wolf feed on a sheep's skin Signed 'sincerely yours' in blood with the king's pen Ill!
The best part of that last round was when you said my vibe screams 'where's my hug at?' Funniest part is your vibe screams 'Rugrat' But y'all remember I told Arcane 'There is a method to kill a ol' dirty bastard like Wu Tang'? Well, now the G.O.A.T. battlin' Ill: this is Jordan in the flu game This how we do thangs when my bros starvin' Show him the whole Boston, and when they go rob him I'm like (laughs)& that was your own problem Which is funny, 'cause last time you got your chain took That was your Rone problem But since you lost your chain and Solomon returned, your bandwagon fans declinin' Be honest, even when you stand beside 'em You hope Bishop and Ganik dyin' But don't beef with this mark with y'all names at stake He tried to get y'all pressed with hot metal All 'cause you've been brandin' Iron See, I earned every name I battled in my life 'cause I stand out Think I'm lyin'? Give me five& Exactly, I ain't never had a handout I took my own damn route, you can't call me wack Bitch, I'm the King Pen, it's time to show you why they call me that I used Blackout to generate a buzz with Gjonaj instead of passin' him over I could've overcharged just to sock it to him But instead I stayed grounded and took a short 'Cause I ain't half of these vultures Ghostwriting used to be my outlet, givin' powered lines to the circuit 'til I seen niggas was actually posers Now they shocked that I refuse to be the plug for those why try to stay current and can't adapt to the culture This shit is light work, I ain't sayin' you're pure garbage But since '09 it's like you reversed progress I promise I'll never speak like you're weak or the worst artist But like cheatin' in hide-and-seek The kid (peaked) when he first started Let's be honest, you're the most outrageous of specimens It's like two midget Native Americans Mated and created a Mexican But y'all know how vile it could get if I don't joke or kid But y'all picked Poe and said he'd kill me like he been tough Look how lil he is, thinkin' everything is dandy, lyin' how he take a P and he sell it but never made 10 bucks And nowadays he front like he rose from the bottom Claimin' every lie lack truth, but I'ma let him pretend, but... The reason I broke him down with this flower scheme, is 'cause if this coward swing then the floor is where he gon' end up Throw your best flurry A clean right, you'll get left dirty, plus the left dirty Like a 6 AM yoga class, Mac, you gettin' stretched early I'm Steph Curry, you Kerry Kittles in a Nets jersey This a fresh thirty, I'm Magic in his prime And I don't even think your best worthy But it's gonna take a whole lot of eras for us to tie, Poe This body gon' be a bad one& and I don't gotta lie, Poe My flow, progressive in all states nationwide, this guy cold Mariah Carey: I'm endin' every performance on a high note 'Cause I'm the line-for-line G.O.A.T. and that's why you losin' now Against Mr. Jump-to-top-tier-from-the-Proving-Grounds Bosstown!
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