Loaded Lux battle transcribed?

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  1. Jack McCrack

    Jack McCrack Somethin I gotta deal wit

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    Can anybody trasnscribe the lyrics for Loaded Lux's verses against Calicoe?

    His shit was on such another level with the language I really don't think I can appreciate it to it's full potential until I see it written out

    I consider myself a fairly intelligent person and still I had to rewind some of his shit just to get a grasp on it

    C'mon i know someone out there got some spare time on they hands

    qplosin
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  2. ghettonetics

    ghettonetics remember, i got money!!

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    yeah here you go










    This rhyme, this time
    Is one of a kind
    Blowing your mind
    Like only the Candyman can

    Like a heavyweight champion
    Knocking em out
    Another bout without a doubt
    Once again you can scream and shout
    When I rock, the belles
    Yell out my name

    This is what you've been missing
    Listen to my heart beat
    While I'm whispering
    I know you're suffering

    So sweet
    A Candyman sweet nothings
    Hugging and tugging and rubbing
    Loving it all, having a ball

    All ya'll girlies next to me
    Talking sex to me
    We can't do that yet
    But I bet we'll chill

    Candyman, tell em the truth
    We'll still end up knocking the boots

    Ooh, boy, I love you so
    Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
    Once I get my hands on you

    At each and every show
    There's this groupie
    Honest knows what
    She wants to do to me

    She knows my name
    Knows every rap routine
    But how'd she get in my limousine

    Don't act a fool, don't drool
    I'm just a performer
    I was cool but the room got warmer
    Norma cornered me in
    Her and a friend named Lynn

    Then they checked me in
    To the Holiday Inn
    I didn't let'em win
    Said my pockets was thin

    She blew me a kiss
    I knew she wasn't new to this
    I didn't want to
    But the devil made me do it

    To the tic-toc, you don't stop
    We knock boots til six o'clock
    As we lay all night long
    And early in the morning
    She sang this song

    Ooh, boy, I love you so
    Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
    Once I get my hands on you
    Ooh, boy, I love you so
    Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
    I hope you feel the same way too
    (Girl, I do)

    Tunnel of love is what I'm entering
    When I mention it, you're surrending
    Giving it up like a good girl has to
    Living it up

    Eventually you ask to stay
    You're gonna pay for this
    Just rest your breasts on my chest
    Yes, I'm impressed

    With the way you cold love me down
    I don't wanna sit down
    I just wanna get down
    I'm on the ground, down on my knees
    Like James Brown singing Please, Please

    Round two, I'm down to
    Do what it takes to make you
    Understand I'm the Candyman
    And I melt in your mouth
    Not in your hands

    Hard as rock, yes
    I'm no sucka
    The boots I knock
    Make me one bad mother...

    Knocking while I'm hip-hopping
    Many people say my lyrics are shocking
    Just because of the simple subject
    Everyone should love this
    Cause everybody does it

    Whether they admit it
    Or if they deny it
    You betta keep quiet or else you
    Might have to see a few skeletons
    But, girl, that's irrevelent

    Break out the bottle of Austi Spumante
    Pop off the top and rock with my posse
    Fila Al, Big Dill, and D Fly
    We ask the questions
    You give the reply

    MC Chip, Big Rob and Bud
    Rocking on the waterbed
    Knocking on the rug
    I'm just playing
    What I'm saying ain't I'll
    Girl, you should know I'm real
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    uuuuuuuuu DOUG MUNNIE ~EZmunnieCLIQ

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  4. dexptjy

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    ErikForeman should be on that by now.
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  6. LuLu Trippin

    LuLu Trippin New Member

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    round 1

    this for the brothers up north gettin full of that jack mac
    first smack back we got a nigga ta backsmack
    n you gon love it
    there gon be a lot of head rolls
    breath hold to the tell toll
    you know you detriot niggas came to get di--vided
    but yall gon always come together at funerals
    youve either now de--cided
    but why is this done everytime that the preacher signs in?
    well its a sign then, look at all these portraits of my corpses
    im just waitin on you niggas sizes
    i could have the pain in your pic panned get ya twitt framed ?

    give eminem the 8 mile by tenant? or royce the 5 9'n
    tho hip hop dnt need anymore of d's niggas dyin behind him
    you keep tryin but all you niggas is good for is deep frying
    they tell/told your daddy in him a great gene was hidin?
    well he should have kept it in his jeans
    your life would have had a better fight on a bed sheet drying
    rather than tryinna beat the mind deep as a mine in african
    diggin passages half way into china to reap a diamond
    let me be honest
    when they break down every round that ive sketch bout
    theres nothin rougher than smooths the rusty tools in the shed house
    you niggas came here playing,its cool
    but yall gon leave givin head counts
    they didnt even book you niggas rooms
    i told them harlem hospital's givin beds out
    (whispers in cals ear "thats light" then chokes)



    round 2

    you was reachin baby you was climbin ta be implyin
    my sneakers slidin,like im slippin
    well let me get a grip then..round this lil nigga muthafukin neck
    ima put that pressure on it all night n keep applyin
    you ppl buyin we equal sided..
    this would seem a divised scheme disguised as a match
    this what happens when smack he dont screen the clients
    all this work you put in nigga n you get the same simple assignment
    n every time you line these niggas up i gots ta do realignments
    n beasley you lyin..these kids paid for a bout on the big stage
    n you gave them a rib cage to feed sheep ta lion
    why wake the sleepin giant?
    with a need for diet green dividin a rap league of tyrants n a child being defiant
    oh im in battle mode, this shit prefibbly ta show prior professor the precise
    correct calculations of math nigga
    dis how you kill ka ka kill calicoe
    now let challenge/talent? show
    this is gods call you gots ta learn how this works job corp..
    its hard ball with an oddball when the shot you throw thru do ? like its cardboard
    i feel like im at ya moms door wit a convoy of armed boys from Darfur
    my heart core colder than a u.s soldier on armed shores
    but you can sense it nigga the tension thicker than german guard dogs
    my beloved Iron Sheek say allahu akbar
    it use ta be choppa too street two Tupacs for the fleet, oh im humbled
    you know ive learned the science of rockets as my thought process at meek
    you're a hobby at peek im like the league/lead? doctor of doctrines
    your adopted, incompetent weak
    im bout ta pull every complement out of confident weak
    i could u see boppin the beat boxin repeat
    "yo this fk nigga lux nigga not in ma league he got ta be seen"
    well whatchu mean nigga optical reach?
    im too much of an optimum leap
    ever since hoffa you think you can swap with elites
    whatchu niggas got to compete not to retreat?
    get beat till you dropped to your feet when you in the opposite seat
    they dont know who they wit..ya aint think it exists
    i think yall thought maybe i was a myth..
    that waited n made it out of the mist i aim it i ont miss
    ima bout ta put it all in ya catchers mitt
    dyin in this ring is a sure thing and you're the definite
    can you see the difference between metaphors n real real rap?
    how a nigga wit metaphors can really rap
    ya slogan,that shit a propped up scheme for the skill you lack
    now i get it why you did it, personal shit why you diggin
    but if you find any skeletons in my closet nigga
    well that should tell you how long i had bodies in it
    they wanna know what happened
    i said some captain turned Judge Mathis
    cut ya pops off in the middle of drug traffic
    you stole the road heart cold, blood aspine
    the pump plastic n front math just talkin all crazy at events,summer madness
    bout how you gon handle lux tactics
    too much for your young actress
    i let that fake ass gun clappin land slide thats for caskets
    you know i kill, you can read, everything in my bio hazard
    how ya disrespect god? how did ya disrespect god?
    aint it evil ta live backwards
    lemme bring that back cuz i need yall ta grasp it
    aint it evil ta live backwards? im just askin
    whatchu thinkin cuz you got more battles then me u drop 30 that,
    nigga i wasnt even on the court
    it aint about all the fights you had its who you fought
    this what champions look like n we dont look like you look lite
    im Floyd witchu boys battle verses
    you Jim Lampley, Larry Merch, nigga you just talk a good fight
    you know i heard they rather verb in a clash of words
    i said word, they have some nerve he dont have the nerve
    you see deep in they hearts the 3 from the awkward
    would risk gettin snapped wit larry bird
    chill young this yo lil mans fight you cant cover that
    besides miles couldnt walk a block wit me id be lyin bout another lap
    the trouble back ima getchu right when the traffic thick
    i let a nuclear reactor hit, a lot of active lip
    when ya was away you niggas got all this tongue but cant rap a lick
    now thats fact or trip?
    i wont even drag the script
    we just lock that nigga in a room n keep showin him the match wit clips
    Terraneo you dont know what terrain you on
    the conditions we been training on
    the traditions we've been raised upon
    this new shit here for chumps thats y im up here just doin what i want
    i use to battle on the roof, the loser had ta jump
    it happens, but you know he got dreams of that leer jet
    but he gon lean like Aaliyah jet
    you know we can bet i bought somethin out a lil normal just in case
    niggas wit you die i do you awful? oh but its gon cost you
    you can tell trick trick the only address he'll have left is the email
    he put the house on you

    oh speakin of houses.oh oh we'll save that

    3 things, you, X Factor, n Miles, yall better learn ta like the gym
    cause ya might spent the rest of ya battle career tryinna win a fight ta live
    secondly,
    i would have thought heartless would have made you care who you put ya life against
    first off only thing you gon eva have against me is ya height but then i slash ya ?
    i been killin since they paid shillings
    these dealings i got a license in
    they say i see the sights of men?
    thats like pretendin the dicks on a dike she stickin
    the slit when she pipe the chick?
    theres bout 50 cc's of vicodin in my writtin pen
    you get scrapped crazy like n m80 before they light the stem?
    what you brought for me a bunch of fkin train jokes?
    this shit no laughin matter
    when in the end our cake mix n you aint even half the batter
    how you gon get the pitch we dont even have a batter
    yous a waste of my mother fkin time nigga
    you're cuttin into your mothers fkin time nigga
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  7. SaM HaiN

    SaM HaiN Onslaught

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    here's part of the third

    37:08
    "i want yall to picture this as i paint this slide
    tombstone grain and scribed "here lies my beloved" grave is robbed (?)
    i mean i had that much love for you, i know that because you had that much hate for i
    don't want you to hang your eye
    not for a second little nigga
    catch it, brace your vibe
    be froze, for death is cold, i wanna search your soul and hold onto whatever hole is exposin the pain you hide
    bring me mine, nigga...(sigh)
    look i don't wanna break this bond, i just wanna break the cycle
    thank yo moms i liked you, for nights she didn't write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
    i might do one better,
    with a letter to tell her how i appreciate in kind, how strong a queen she is,
    and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
    now see i take in mind your situation
    and though i never met your father, i see a lot of his ways in your stride.
    i mean you got that "talk it like i walk it" kind of attitude
    and it's real good he gave you pride
    every son should be proud of his father,
    and i look at my little one, and i want the same for mine
    that's why when i look up at you, i see what he can go through when a father don't take the time
    i think it's real fucked up when those people gave him all that time (prison)
    you wanna know what's even more fucked up?
    for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five (years)

    that's why im angry, guy. cause he didn't take the steps, now you chase his rep
    but those running shoes ain't your size
    they say don't whine over spilled milk
    but "what a man supposed to do when his baby cryin?"
    oh he say shit like "you know, it's the cause to be the boss"
    what? he too good for paying job?
    what was wrong with being a cable guy?
    a real estate agent? why was that nigga too cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies
    but nahhhh
    he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on yall plate to dine
    you mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give yall greater lives?
    when god gave him drive?
    and that big meeche back-up singin ass nigga left yo moms out here alone for the latest ride?
    that don't plague your mind?
    them mistakes ain't god's?
    and you wonder why them shotgun suge shells still ate your spine?
    look what rayray got little jimmy out here in new york doin,
    tell your OG, bobby johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga
    if you see south central, when you see this again, that'll be one of your favorite lines

    something to think about next time you on stage wavin' signs
    tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and i understand you wanna keep his name alive
    but youngin, i'm trying to save you from your demise

    you said it yourself,
    "my pops was a...REAL NIGGA"
    youngin that ain't no lie
    he was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
    to keep us in the condition where we ain't made to survive
    but you think he a god
    well lemme ask you this
    would you kill the world to save yourself nigga?
    yeah i didn't think that was wise (the "paint this slide" scheme JUST ended)
    somethin to think about the next time yall thuggin, drinkin and druggin-
    hard liquor yall full of killers? remember

    i tried to give him the large picture
    your pops weren't no gangsta
    he was just another lost nigga
    you think it's gangsta
    to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
    shove her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner
    or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
    is your money being long, worth being your lifespan be shorter?

    41:30
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  8. TripWire

    TripWire Exposed

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    :jaydamn: x50
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  9. LuLu Trippin

    LuLu Trippin New Member

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    Round 3

    lets get the choppin this fable
    you a fake lil tupac n its fatal?
    but you a gay who's soft Starbucks coffee moccasins bagels
    i begged you come get ya thread/throat? popped at ya cable
    man shit but since we couldnt get ya pops at the table if youre able
    plz tell him that the hand that rules the world finna rock ya cradle
    if you notice i mentioned verb in that other round
    im guessin now subconsciously
    possibly cuz probably he favors this problem i have to step around
    u member that holla beef where he checked the child
    im bettin cal n hitman are the stick-men and you wear the gown
    all im sayin is yall married yo
    the scenario same deff? in style
    but y ur expressions foul
    i get the feelin like you feelin like what i said was down low
    like yo like yo that was wild
    but thats funny cuz ima lil skepti--cal
    have my pplz investigate you pal
    instagram for u calicoe fans that have yet ta browse
    july 17th 8:40 pm you posted up..aww nigga you know whats up
    we kept the file
    you got some explainin to do
    can we address the crowd
    exhibit A
    (points to big screen where cal is seen in a pic swimming with another naked man..)

    is that how Detroit gangstas do?
    skinny dippin gone wild?
    well we aint judgin tho you aint on trail (cal laughin sayin "i like that")
    my beloved t rex says grown man bars is somethin you gotta deal wit
    so all that collaborated fabricated..it aint gon equal up to this real shit
    check it out, i want yall ta picture this as i paint the slide
    tomb stone grain inscribed here lies my beloved, grave this wide
    i mean i had that much love for you
    i know that cuz you got that much hate for i
    dont want u ta hang your eye
    not for a second lil nigga
    catch it, brace yo vibe
    be froze for death is cold
    i wanna search ur soul n hold on to w.e holes expose the pain u hide
    bring me mine nigga
    now look i dnt wanna break this bond
    i just wanna break this cycle now i wanna thank yo mom i like you?
    for nights she didnt write you, she stayed in line so ya days could shine
    i might do one better wit a letter

    Star to star is from Sam Hain

    *with a letter to tell her how i appreciate in kind,
    how strong a queen she is,
    and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
    now see i take in mind your situation
    and though i never met your father, i see a lot of his ways in your stride.
    i mean you got that "talk it like i walk it" kind of attitude
    and it's real good he gave you pride
    every son should be proud of his father,
    and i look at my little one, and i want the same for mine
    that's why when i look up at you,
    i see what he can go through when a father don't take the time
    i think it's real fucked up when those people gave him all that time
    you wanna know what's even more fucked up?
    for all them years that he got away from you,
    has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five

    that's why im angry, guy,
    cause he didn't take the steps, now you chase his rep
    but those running shoes ain't your size
    they say don't whine over spilled milk
    but whats a man sposs ta do when his baby cryin
    oh he say shit like "you know, it cost ta be da boss"
    what? he too good for paying job?
    what was wrong with being a cable guy?a real estate agent?
    why was that nigga too cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies, but nahhhh
    he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on yall plate to dine
    you mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give yall greater lives?
    when god gave him drive?
    and that big meeche back-up singin ass nigga left yo moms out here alone for the latest ride?
    that don't plague your mind?
    them mistakes ain't gods
    and you wonder why them shotgun suge shells still ache ya spine?
    look what rayray got little jimmy out here in new york doin,
    tell your OG, bobby johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga
    if you see south central, when you see this again, that'll be one of your favorite lines

    something to think about next time you on stage wavin' signs
    tryin to be like the only daddy you got,
    and i understand you wanna keep his name alive
    but youngin, i'm trying to save you from your demise

    you said it yourself,
    "my pops was a...REAL NIGGA"
    youngin that ain't no lie
    he was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
    to keep us in the condition where we ain't made to survive
    but you think he a god
    well lemme ask you this
    would you kill the world to save yourself nigga?
    yeah i didn't think that was wise (the "paint this slide" scheme JUST ended)
    somethin to think about the next time yall thuggin, drinkin and druggin-
    hard liquor yall full of killers? remember

    i tried to give him the large picture
    your pops weren't no gangsta
    he was just another lost nigga
    you think it's gangsta
    to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
    shove her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner
    or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
    is your money being long, worth being your lifespan be shorter?* HUH?

    But im just tryinna give you the large picture
    ya pops werent no gansta he was just a lost nigga
    gangstas bothers like marcus garvy
    who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doing wrong
    ta puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in gods army or them garveyites
    nat turner, when the man had us on the back burner
    facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you eva heard of but then he got murdered
    you know what? harriet tubman was more of a man than your father would eva be nigga

    i mean yo daddy, that father title get deployed
    you know a wise man told me that a wise man understand that in this life you either gon build or destroy
    n since it takes a father ta raise a man child well its no wonder you talk all that young shit, you a lil boy...that dont get the large picture
    ya pops wasnt no gangsta he was just another lost nigga

    look at me king look at me

    he was so lost...(you can neva fk wit me...eva in yo life
    look at you your emotional)

    he was so lost..nigga you lost look how they gotchu fox 2 cnn you spossta be one of the leadin faces in battle rap look how you represent
    they told me i said stop lyin yall aint hypin
    in the crib with piss alligators n shit
    not mention everybody else but you also gotcha self indited
    then u showed the chickens
    i thought about u n that picture..i said these Detroit niggas still cock fightin

    43:45 look at the man in the center with the braids,eyes mad wide takin his ny hat wit red symbol off Looool
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  10. roc55555

    roc55555 Well-Known Member

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    Goddamn this shit read like poetry i read in college. Man lux is a phenomenal writer. But what's crazier is that he is an even better performer! Those 2nd and third rounds. were a masterpiece. No question. Im gonna be watching this footage for a long time.
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  11. ErikForeman

    ErikForeman Yung Fred Flint

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    Writing it up now. Alot of it takes a few listens, which is why it takes me some time
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  12. ErikForeman

    ErikForeman Yung Fred Flint

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    Round 1:
    It's gon be alot of head rolls
    Breath hold til the death toll, you know
    You Detroit niggas came to get divided
    But yall gon always come together at funerals
    You've even now decided
    But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in?
    Well, it's a sign in;
    Look at all these portraits of my corpses
    I'm just waitin on you niggas sizes
    I can have the pain in your pit paned into a (twit?) frame
    Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 (8x10) it, or Royce to 5'9 (5x9) it

    Though Hip Hop, don't need no more D's niggas dyin behind it
    You keep tryin, but all you niggas is good for is deep fryin
    They told your daddy, in him, a great gene was hidin
    Well he should've kept it in his jeans
    Your life would've had a better fight on a bedsheet dryin

    Rather than tryin to beat the mind as deep as a mine in Africa diggin passages
    Halfway into China to reap a diamond, lemme be honest
    When they break down - every round- that I've sketched, bouts
    There's nothin tougher than smooth as the rusty tools in a shed house
    You niggas came here playin, it's cool, but yall gon leave givin head counts
    They didn't even book you niggas rooms, I told em Harlem Hospital givin beds out

    (Choke)
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  13. ErikForeman

    ErikForeman Yung Fred Flint

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    Round 2:
    You was reachin baby
    You was climbin and be implyin, my sneakers slidin
    like I'm slippin
    Well, let me get a grip then...
    Round this nigga motherfuckin neck
    I'ma put that pressure on it all night, and keep applyin
    You people buyin we equal sided
    This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match
    That's what happen when Smack, he don't screen the clients
    All this work you put in, nigga
    You get the same simple assignment
    and every time you line these niggas up, I got to do realignments
    and Beasley, you lyin;
    These kids paid for a bout on the big stage
    and you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion
    Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided
    a rap league of tyrants and a child bein defiant
    Oh, I'm in battle mode
    This shit preferably, as your prior professor the precise compilated correct methods of Math (hoffa), nigga
    This is how you kill-k-k-kill, Calicoe

    Talent show, this is God's call
    Youngin you've gotta learn how this works; job corp
    It's hardball with an oddball
    When the shots you throw through do car door like it's cardboard
    I feel like im at your mom's door wit a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur
    My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on armed shores
    but you can sense it, nigga, the tension thicker than German guard dogs
    My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar

    It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet
    oh I'm humbled
    You know I've learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek
    You're a hobby at peak, I'm like the league doctor's doctrine
    You're adopted, incompetent, weak
    I'm about to pull every compliment out of comfident weak
    I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat
    "Yo this fuck nigga Lux, nigga not in my league, he got to be seen"
    Well what you mean, nigga, optical reach?
    I'm too much of an optimum leap
    Ever since Hoffa (Math) you think you can swap with elites
    What you niggas got to compete, not to retreat
    Get beat til you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat

    They don't know who they with
    Yall didn't think it exists, I think yall thought maybe I was a myth
    That waited in the abyss and came up outta the mists
    But I get to aimin and I don't miss, I'm bout to put it all in your catcher's mitt
    Dyin in this ring is a sure thing, and you're the definite (def-in-it)

    Wait a minute; can you see the difference, between metaphors and real raps
    How a nigga with metaphors can really rap?
    Your slogan? That shit a propped up scheme for the skill you lack
    Now I get it, why you did it, personal shit, why you diggin
    But if you find any skeletons in my closet, nigga...
    Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it

    They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis
    Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic
    You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen
    With the pump plastic, in front Math (Hoffa) just,
    Talkin all crazy at events, some madness (Summer Madness)
    Bout.. how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress
    All that fake ass gun clappin... LANDSLIDE...
    That's for caskets;
    You know I KILL, you can read, everything in my BIO-Hazard
    Hold on; HOW YALL DISRESPECT GOD?
    How did yall disrespect God?
    Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?
    Let me bring that back, cuz I need yall to grasp it
    Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?

    I'm just askin, what you thought?
    What cuz you had more battles than me, you dropped 30 in a couple of games..
    nigga, I wasn't even on the court
    Look, it aint about how many fights you had, it's who you fought

    This what champions look like, and we don't look like
    You look light;
    I'm Floyd (Mayweather) by you boys battle verses
    You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; nigga, you just talk a good fight

    I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words
    I said, word? They have some nerve, he don't have the nerve
    You see, deep in they hearts, the 3 from the ARC wouldn't get snapped with Larry Bird

    Chill young, this your lil man's fight, you can't cover that
    Besides, Miles couldn't even do a block with me, I'd be lyin about another lap
    The trouble' back, I'ma get you right when the traffic thick
    I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away
    You niggas had all this tounge, and can't rap a lick
    Let X Factor trip,
    I won't even drag the script,
    We'll just lock that nigga in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips

    Terraneo, you don't know who's terrain you on
    The conditions we done trained along
    Traditions I was raised upon
    This new shit here' for chumps, that's why I'm up here just doin what I want
    I used to battle on the roof; the loser had to jump
    It happens, pardon me, it happens

    But you know, he got dreams, of that Learjet
    But he gon' lean, like Aliyah' jet
    We could bet-
    I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case niggas with you doubt I'd do you awful
    oh, but it's gon cost you
    You can tell Trick Trick the only address he'll have left is the email, he put the house on you

    but three things;
    you, X-Factor, Miles... y'all better learn to like the gym
    'fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win the right to live
    Secondly, I would've thought Heartless would've made you care who you put your life against
    First of all, the only thing you gon' ever have over me is your height
    but then I'll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins your night can end
    I've been killin, since they paid shillins, these dealins I got a license in
    To say I see the sights of men;
    That's like pretendin the dicks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick
    There's bout, 50cc's of Vicodin in my writin pen
    You'll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem
    In fame vote, me in or not
    I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote
    What you brought for me... a bunch of motherfuckin train jokes?
    This shit no laughin matter;
    When in the end, our cake mixed, and you aint even half the batter
    How you gon get the PITCH... we don't even have a batter
    You's a waste of my motherfuckin time, nigga
    and you're cuttin into your mother's fuckin time, nigga
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  14. JesusOfRap

    JesusOfRap DO SOMETHING FOOL

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    post a video of those lyrics i don't feel like reading all that
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  15. Somafide

    Somafide Well-Known Member

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    It's mine in Africa, not Mayan, just in case anybody's confused
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  16. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    we need someone to explain those lyrics now
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  17. Supremace

    Supremace New Member

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    He says im floyd (floyd mayweather) with you little boys battle versus

    And
    Now let x factor trip
    I wont even drag the script....
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  18. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    "To say I see the sights of men;
    That's like pretendin the dicks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick"

    Is Lux saying thinking he's human (and not a God/superhero) as dumb as thinking lesbians actually have a real dick when they fuck a girl with a strap on?

    Lux is too complex
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  19. FreshAIG

    FreshAIG Active Member

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    It's "Let X Factor trip, I wont even drag the script, we just lock that nigga in a room and keep showin him the match wit Clips"
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  20. robvandam

    robvandam Well-Known Member

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    Correction *

    You niggas had all this tongue, and can't rap a licm
    Let X Factor trip*
    We'll just lock that nigga in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips
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