Lyrics:

(*Madflex skips the coin toss and starts his first round*)
Aye, you know why the fuck I'm here
I heard you talkin', K Philosophy
I checked you out...
Nah, I ain't check you out - they paid a lot for me
You know what pissed me off?
I seen the style, the face, and it bothered me
'Cause I know somebody else
Think December 2012
I guess the world won't end if I get this fake-ass Profecy (prophecy)
Do not test me with one bar unless you gave a law degree
Bu-
Shit, they know I been a br?ath of fresh air with the pen
Com? get a tracheotomy!
K Philosophy...I'm not here to engage this wannabe!
This muthafucka says he drives through the hood...and he doesn't. Get. Lost.

Facts

NO...
They out here shakin' on these streets
Aye, lemme get this back
Engage- okay, 'cause you know if you give him a ring, he waitin' on his knees
I don't give a fuck why this basehead bought a league
That's Shots Fired
Fuck a shot - you the shell cases on the street
What the fuck that mean?
A slide backward is the only way we'd place you at the scene!
K Philosophy!
Are we givin’ these plates out ‘cause they forgot to leave!?
What the fuck, you think you fashionably late now ‘cause you stayed as long as me!?
Aye, somebody tell the towel boy on the JV hockey team
He need to hit the store for Geechi and go pay for all the weed
Before they walk you home and get some Crips to stage a robbery!
You a doormat
Where your whore at?
I’m amazing on a beat
I’ll tell her, “Yo, baby, I fuck with the Dior bag.”
She like, “Shut up and take it off of me.”
And it’s not a Hollow statement
If she think I’m a candy (w)rapper? Four bars?
I bet she tryna break me off a piece
K Philosophy!
Nah, fuck it, though
I’m worked up…I’ll shake it off and breathe
Better yet, this a better flex
I’ll take a boxing scheme
And lemme bring it down real low
You know, so K can process me
I’ll turn this ho shit to a old clip of when Frazier fought Ali
Better yet, this is Dokes’ fist, Ali with the rope grip
He won’t hit wit’ the slow shit when the greatest bob and weave!
Oh, K Philosophy…I’m not gonna front
When you told Geechi you buy computers for hood youth
That shit would’ve been less awkward if you swallowed a blunt
Before the battle, they’re like, “White Jesus talk through a punch!”
After the battle: “Oh, the cookout? No, the offer is up!”
Bro…fuckin’ watch your mouth!
Tell the Fibonacci Papi this will add up to his last two combined, and that’s all that counts
Scratch that - count blessings if you walk out of a Compton crowd
When you say shit that would’ve got you barked at at M’Baku’s house
No one give a fuck about your take on Geechi wallet, pal
But where he need to shop around!
Calm it down! Not a sound!
I been amazing, it’s actual
You in trouble, you’ll get a coffin now
Think Malcolm X
I turn little names into capital after W’s, then I cross ‘em out!
Fuck humble! You are forever the Butt Fumble!
I said, fuck humble, you the Butt Fumble
‘Cause it must be ass to move this Mark
And my resume chock full of shootin’ stars like LucasArts
Funny fact: the money stacked tall enough to get on the rides at an amusement park
And you’ve been receiving more consistent beatings than the human heart!
I’m FUCKING you up!
Do not get loud on stage!
Bitch, I see spelling bee swagger through this outlaw phase
I know you got some friends this evenin’
And he books you, so you need him
But Phil ‘bout to see the season out here creepin’ in my shadow like Groundhog Day
Bitch, I know you shook
I will expose this rook
Until his spine start to stick out like a Little Golden Book
Get the fuck out my face

You done?

Yeah! Fuck you!

It’s Shots Fired founder from Ocean-

Let’s go!

It’s Shots Fired founder from Oceanside
Vers’- I booked you, and you choked & died!
(Early!)
I’ll fold this guy!
Difference in our platforms, I molded mine
So in 2014, when you startin’ at Ground Zero…so was I!
You still showin’ up to Christmas empty-handed
You can’t establish your presence
See, I was more of a Pasta-Roni kid
Still, my craft (Kraft) is perfected
They say I resemble a school shooter when I rap about blastin’ a weapon
Well, then…class is in session!
You do NOT get a PASS ‘cause they compare you to Pass, and you passive-aggressive!
Mad’ supposed to mean more extreme than me
Meanwhile, you have this average progression
For years, you’ve been ignored, Flex
Footprints on the beach: you been sure (shore) pressed
Rappin’ well is essential
To work, it’s much more, Flex
You got drive, speed, no direction!
That’s not something you can afford (Ford), Flex!
You lost to Geechi, Ness, and you choked against Ward, Flex
The boy swooped ya
Madflex, all angry on stage…sore loser!
Why you always mad, Flex!? No one wants to market that!
The way you wear yo’ dumbass hat is not helping you wit’ yo’ market cap
I’ll give him the one-one-two like how you start the Fibonacci code
King of the Dot owns your stock - it’s painful, but you gotta know
My credit 800-plus, you couldn’t name a person that I owe
I became the people’s prophet (profit) and created my own stock like a IPO
Don’t be concerned wit’ who I’m conversin’ wit’ when I’m on the phone
I’m searchin’ for a new bird, I’m Darwin at the Galapagos
I diffuse if it’s tension
I will shoot from a distance
We got incongruent angles in which we’re viewed from the lenses
Pythagorean Theorem…I’m here to prove it’s a difference!
You could get slapped for every time I had a math test passed!
My .9 cocked on the side like Madflex hat!
He ain’t prepared
We really see flares
Everything from his neck to your knee need a repair
Get paralyzed wit’ a pair of your homies if they be there
Put ‘em parallel in the ground
Do the math! The .9 root these three squares!
I went from a .22 to a .40
I feel like I skipped first grade
NXT slid me the .380: it’s Bring Your Baby to Work Day!
Plan A: hit his roof crazy, soon as I catch this fool gazing
Got a Plan B, C, case they try to do me fugazi
Don’t test me! I’ll get the room shakin’!
My strategy like this XD, ‘cause I got two safeties!
You been a bitch!
I know you don’t got it on you, but trust me, I been equipped
We militant, so as soon as I pull up wit’ the arm, someone tell Flex to get a grip
Legend, after legend, after legend
What’s your bounty, fool?
Don’t lie - taking this match for free is what Flex amounted to
Admit your own mistakes, we all see that Flex is fallible
My bro got a Glock-17 that hold 17: it’s self-accountable
I’m peepin’ how these people move!
That’s crazy

Come on! That was crazy!

That’s crazy, and it’s true

Rap

That’s crazy, and it’s true

Rap or I’m gonna rap

No, it’s my turn to rap
You do not get to say-

I know. You’re not rappin’

Okay
You ready?
My brother got a Glock-17 that hold 17: it’s self-accountable
I’m peepin’ how these people move
I’m a rapping ecologist
You think these guys are your homies? That’s sweet
COVID relief: they only back you ‘cause of POLITICS!
RAP!

Anyway, you know why the fuck I’m here
He ‘bout to steal everyone’s style until you notice his moves
He walk out here like “I’m not hood”
And then he talk hood
And some might fuck with that if they feelin’ as corny as you
Let me explain some shit!
I’m world…the fuck…wide
And that’s ‘cause I got the skill it take
That’s not something we still debate
One more time now:
World…the fuck…wide
You are ten years-plus the fuck deep, still tryin’ to build a case
You can move this room…no one else
You a familiar face
And you ain’t in the realest state (real estate)
Better make a down payment with me
‘Cause your foundation iffy
And that’s not the way you’re supposed to make a building shake
Man…it’s a pity!
I shoulda beat the fuckin’ brakes off of Magic or Nitty
Instead, my pockets sent a locksmith when they matched him against me!
God bless!
No one fuck wit’chu, you tragic and bitchy
You ain’t traveling with me
Boy, I’ve battled on more continents than you’ve battled IN CITIES!
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, Seacrest!?
I bet you not gonna answer
If they start to draw a parallel between us, I bet that it’s the Tropic of Cancer
I know! I fuckin’ know. I’m being mean to my son
Ay, what’s this shit called? March Madness?
Fuck y’all brackets!
You don’t wanna mix a 16 with this one!
I’ll fuck you UP!
What you think? You woulda been involved if this wasn’t just the finish to a business call?
Look, I open up the booking - it took minutes, y’all
Geechi like, “You the GOAT, K Phil’ is raw-”
I said, “Say no more…’cause if you start saying that, you gonna piss me off.”
Now we straight though
I get a bad look for this ass-whooping, and that’s what he paid for
This ain’t battle rap - you’ve all come to Matthew’s appraisal
This is a matter of fact versus an act of charades
Bro, no amount of passion you manufacture will matter
Philosophy gets you locked up for life like Galileo!
Trust me…
You think I’m playin’?
There’s mothafuckas out here set-trippin’
And you out here wit’ fake gun bars and pretend gimmicks
You came in from the UC culture
Now you see culture and reference it
And then you try to blend in it
But you never put a clean three together like Ben Simmons
I’m blessed with this!
I been makin’ this look effortless, ever since titties was breast-eses!
I’m the best in this, you fuckin’ phony!
Tell Uncle Joey he doesn’t know me
I’ll roll up on him 12 deep like, “What’s up then, brodie?”
Put them dukes up
You know…unless the talk ain’t what it seems
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bumblebee
Shit, he won’t know what happened
Bones are snappin’
K Phil’ here known for mathematics
But when the soul come out your attic, a 360 feel like none degrees
And you got this Shaggy look
Know what humble? These
Hook, catch him on the counter
If his screams get loud- It Wasn’t Me
This fucking creep actin’ all tongue-in-cheek ‘til they stuck in teeth
And a wavy Flex pull up wit’ a palm like Muscle Beach
And now he askin’ real Amelia Earhart
His disappearance will be plain to see (plane to sea)
And I’m still the motherfucker they came to see
You new wave, huh?
Who’s the new wave?
You a new wave?
I got your new name: Brandon!
The rest of you lames can leave
(Fuck outta here, man)
Come for the King, I check the one who display the piece
Queen’s Gambit: his ceiling has always been a game to ME!
Now basically, I got his formula for lackin’ in growth
Step 1 - this should be fun
Get this dude to stand back there and gas up this ho
Step 2: Call yourself “White Jesus” or some Vatican Pope
But I’m still bodyin’ (Body in) this cracker, so we match, and it shows
I got 3: Give all of your rounds a biographical tone
Like, 700 views is some shit we should actually know
Then finally, you fly us in because we travel the globe
Then grasp at the hope you get more than a casual approach
Get me a Jack with some Coke
I’ll still beat the fuck out you if I’m three sheets to the wind like the mast of a boat
Matt, you a joke!
Who won’t admit my ownership
The mode I’m in, my shoulder chip alone would leave your clavicle broke
You ain’t the man here, you probably ain’t the man in your HOME!
And I brought 30 to this mothafucka…Canibus quote!
Flatline! Establishing how you been lackin’ a pulse
And now you shooting for the moon?
Nah, we knew that was a hoax
What it do? I get these calls and you stay mad that you don’t
You another schmuck that just fucks it up when it matters the most
Ayo, Brandon!
Tell your little man he can go
Go
That’s 2

AYOOOOO!
Your career has begun to go awry: we are bred (bread) different
My investment strategies in chips is mixed: our checks (Chex) different
You are a guest, I am a host: the respect different
You are not near San Francisco now
You are in front of Shots Fired
The “S.F.” different
YOU do triathlons by the Bay
We do marathons er’ryday
The rep’ different
You run in your city, I’m runnin’ my city
We step different
Legend, after legend, after legend!
Why don’t we see Flex winnin’!?
I know the difference between working out biceps and triceps
But…I don’t think that Flex different!
You are worth more to me dead than alive
I’m just looking at it through my merchant eyes
I give him a shirt and put him on one
He gets his merch and dies
This is not the time to get excited, Flex!
You just a punching bag
Let’s not get hyper, Flex
Keyboard warrior: you don’t want this type of wreck
Think Frieza with Planet Vegeta
I’ll kill you with the flick of my finger ‘cause you are minor, Flex
You cannot build a name chasing credit from this culture, trying to impress them with bars
You lame peasant
My bank sending Chase credit is the only time I wanna see Flex on the card
Do not ever play with my money if you love life, clown
I’ll flip you over on your head, you ever try to bring my upside down
You know the deals I make when I do business?
Other league owners have to write a check
I carefully built my network
‘Cause of that, I get to wire less
San Diego gave you your first look ever
Don’t act scatterbrained – what I say is true
Then I booked you versus Geechi
Flew Dev to the east
I’ve done more for the Bay than you!
Speaking of Demon, stop asking Twitter when I’mma book you!
We both know that you duckin’
We did a favor for you a year ago
You offered nothing in lieu of it
In fact, every time we spoke, we upped the price by a few hundred
Watch you choke against your Foe tonight
It’ll be Tru(e) justice
When you talk to Shots Fired, get your business right cause I don’t do bluffin’
Two calls, 260 bloods ready to prove somethin’
Wait! You said “you 260, right? Move somethin’!”
If Gryffin and I didn’t shoot you 260 to battle D.I., you couldn’t move nothin’!
Shots Fired! That’s just something that I had to stress
Spine shot, he in physical therapy
Let’s get back to Flex!
Legend, after legend, after legend!
Get a hold of yourself!
Chrome in my belt, loadin’ the shell!
I catch Flex flexin’, I’ll put Flex on a stretcher
Get OVER yourself!
Even with a flex-fit hat, your image still wouldn’t fit, Flex
No Raymay, this a straight dub
Christopher Wallace pay stubs: I get big (B.I.G) checks
This is it, Flex!
I done caught more bodies than fishnets!
On the homies, I’m killin’ him…
Rosie the Riveter…you’s a bitch, Flex!
Round

(*chuckles*) Ay…
You know, I said I didn’t check you out?

You lied

Of course I did - I saw Young Privilege
That’s when I found an old Shots Fired battle
It was unlisted
I know…
Much like you, I was like…
“Ooh! What’s this shit?”
The battle looked trash, but I had this match
So I just clicked it
Do not get worked up
Don’t blow it all by gimmick by design
I just found some bars I thought sounded familiar at the time
Lemme take you back…
Nah, better yet, I’ll quote it so y’all can peep
This little fucker says:
“I expect you to look up to me like when a respected father speaks
I like you, so me killing you is like putting my own dog-”
Well, we don’t need to say it all, do we?
‘Cause it sounds like a disaster (Dizaster) waiting to happen
You stole it exactly the way he wrapped it
And do not look out there like that’s not the worst case
When you colonize a culture as a thief on the first day!
You get a tombstone, they say the dash is where the worth lay
But your dash was a latch on the bars like a birdcage
I’m not you
You a math guy, you a graph guy
It’s class time
A square leader always end up thinkin’ that he’s graded on a curve shape
I’m not you
Once again, let me tell my son
That I was raised by Black Moon before you saw the white one
I ain’t mad at you!
I was born into a culture that you planned at school
I know riots, I’m bona fide and organized in panic rooms
I’ll put hands on you
Little man, the elephant in the room to me?
That’s just another animal
And I coulda put a punch right here, but why would I waste that on you!?
Who’s he!?
I’ve been on a roll, you a loose-leaf
This parody to Bruce Lee
Shit, 90% of you still barely compute me
And the only thing I learned today is “Dare to be choosy”
You there to amuse me
You don’t fit in rooms, so hang it up or wear these
Two piece!
Watch your six – two feet, two feet, two feet!
DARE me!
You look like your name GARY…BUSEY!
Salute me!
This a bloodbath…Carrie movie!
And they gon’ have to ‘Wipe Me Down’, ya hear me?
…Boosie!
A couple G’s lined up if tricks right like Gucci
You will never have a strong suit that isn’t a flak jacket
Grab Ron, free 65, and you can grab Brandon
I bet me and these Demons get the best of you like bad habits!
You cannot write this stuff!
And you can’t stand it
Sho’nuff, we caught you red-handed in the end like The Last Dragon
Your time is up!
This is “worthless” vers’ “earned this”
I came up from the latter (ladder) like a firetruck
Fuck New Wave
I never had a durag being white as fuck
I do know waves don’t look clean if you don’t wrap shit tight enough
ARE WE STILL HERE!? ARE WE STILL HERE!?
Are you still here!?
You gonna embellish the real
You bout to take a yellow and teal helmet and shield
With a crest and a seal
To some imaginary sword fight in a hella big field
I’m in the driver’s seat, you just gonna yell at the wheel
Congratulations - you the next irrelevant meal
That couldn’t steal my spot if he was Cruella Deville
It’s Madflex!
K Phil’ ‘bout to MapQuest a half step
And then I bet he’d try to put a spin on this footage
WHOOP! That’s next (NXT)!
The big one!
Sorry! (x5)
(*cackles with delight*)
Look how mad he is!
They talkin’- AY!
This ain’t a victory lap
He want the victory lap
He ain’t gon’ hit me with that
And he will never make that right like a NASCAR driver
Out here dedicated to half-personas
I admit the shit, I did the shit
It was bad, Your Honor
I gave him multiple lefts and rights for his extra life, and that was Contra
Positive! You never charged a fan like a - (*fshh-fshh*) - bad Kitana!
This a stickup! I’ll light you up: you a candelabra!
You are not out of the ‘burbs…
I will ask your mama
Do not cop out in the third…
You can ask Th3 Saga
What!? This a bag I’m just grabbin’ off ya!
Shit, I’m ‘bout to slide in my Amazon Prime like an anaconda!
Garbage! Pale! Kid, I will atom-bomb ya
Matt oughta replace rap with Meth like Cappadonna
It’s lights out!
If I don’t like your look, I’ll slap it off ya
Shit, I’m thinkin’ you can get the suit that Ooops was rockin’ at the Oscars
Blood-red with a bump head
Grab a doctor, grab his chakras
Unattach the monster
‘Til they gotta pull his face off of a bottle like Aunt Jemima!
I will put my WHOLE FIST right through his lip!
It’ll ram behind ya
Matt’s a liar!
I don’t know how you have the right to-
Be here when you stealin’ bars that you don’t own the rights to
Leave here!
Fuck a step - you need to lap your life up!
Keep actin’ like you throwin’ up Blood, it’ll have saliva!
Get a halo for K though
The man is pie crust
These liars, man, everybody knows they never lie once
We not gonna rate copy-and-paste to shit that I’ve done
It’s Daylight Savings
If I had to skip an hour tonight, this was the right one!
And tell Geechi next time I’m out, I need a massive offer
Back to these big names and you can shove him back in the locker
You a straight poser!
Flamethrower!
Body count full of slain soldiers!
High risk, low reward
No remorse…GAME OVER!

I watched your third round vers’ Bigg K, and now I have a question for Flex:
What were you trying to make work out?
What was the intention of Flex?
A white boy on a white platform speaking to Black issues in a condescending inflection… felt congressional, Flex
Your perspective that complexion’s the only basis of oppression
Gave me remembrance of repping weights in front of the mirror
It’s all a reflection of Flex!
So what you finna say? You was being an ally?
We don’t believe ya
That same battle, you had a line about three K’s and a bar about Katrina
So don’t ask Bigg K what his excuse is when he’s jeopardized by the system
We wanna know what your excuse is for not recognizing your privilege
You actin’ fake woke
Finna get the wrong reception
You paid Gotti…crumbs from our recollection
How do you front like you got minority interest
And then you make such a small investment?
See, that’s the problem
See, that’s what bothers me!
The hypocrisy!
You spittin’ these wacky white conspiracy theories
They put you in front of Philosophy!
Ward fucked you up: it was lobotomy!
I’ll send you upward like apostrophes!
Bodies, I offed ‘em, see?
Every so often, or so it often seems
When your velocity is the speed of light, a shooting star could cost your dreams
You said there were days you couldn’t write ‘cause you had to save a life again
Talkin’ ‘bout mixing Ativan and Vicodin
As if rappin’ ‘bout pills will help
I don’t know if you’re treating someone else’s medical condition or if you’re taking those pills yourself
Brian, when someone mixes Ativan and Vicodin, they’re usually trying to kill themselves
Then you said “Days the radiation didn’t work, but the Heimlich did”
You think that’s something hot from your quote list?
When radiation doesn’t work, Heimlich’s the logical option to go with?
Then you dropped and you folded
I’m locked and I’m loaded
All that rappin’ ‘bout the Heimlich couldn’t stop you from chokin’!
They say Flex beatin’ me!
I say they got jokes
I got sold oregano before…you are not dope
Where was all that race talk against Danny?
…I thought so
Your BarGod battle got released on 4/20 and you got smoked!
You said you write the day you get booked
You know, in case of a crisis
That just shows me how stable your life is!
When they booked this, you should’ve started writing your will
Cause they put you where Christ is
This a uphill battle for you, as far as I’ve considered
Each mile you climb it, the climate thickens
And no, Jesus wasn’t white from what I remember
But ever since Boondocks gave me that name, I declared myself God like a 5 Percenter
See, I got the strap from my cousin - isn’t it odd!?
White Jesus finna bap this jawn, I’m hittin’ his jaw!
To be frank and since (frankincense) they brought you to White Jesus
I thought I’ll show you a symbol of God!
You project your insecurities on your opponents in a major way
You need that beard to feel like a man
I rob the bank with my baby face!
So don’t get it fucked up, thinkin’ I’m just another San Diego kid
Closest you get to crossin’ me? Driving over the San Mateo Bridge!
This is my home!
I killed this Blood- I killed this sucker
You can make that third round as long as you want
You can’t convince them Phil a buster (filibuster)!
I been rappin’ prolific
Earned my respect ‘cause I handle my business
You pander for friendship
We wavin’ for fun
Go ape with the gun, I’m animalistic
People talkin’ fake personals, but they’re never really about me
They just like to rap about the people that are about me
So bring up some of my past battles…like Dvos
(I’m surprised you didn’t)
Like I don’t got a time and place for him
Someone wants to be his homie so bad?
Be a homie and take a fade for him!
I said, the rules ain't change since the game start
I run circles 'round these rappers just to play darts
Y'all don't faze me - I beat the battle wit' my inner demons
And you can't know every bar 'til you learn to read between 'em
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