Discussion in 'Battle Video Archives' started by Jack McCrack, Sep 10, 2012.
Thanks for the transcribing boys!
Great corrections ty everyone
pfff Lux is too genius. good looking
Let's get to choppin his fable
You're a fake new Tupac and we're fatal
But you're a gay who's really a softy Starbucks coffee's mocha sends bagels
I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable
Man shit, but since we couldn't get your pops at the table
If you're able, please tell em that hand that rules the world
That's the on that's finna rock your cradle, nigga
If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I'm guessin now, subconsciously, possibly you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around
You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child;
I'm bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the weddin gown
All I'm sayin is yall married, yo
The scenario, same def (definition) and style
But why are your expressions foul
I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down... low,
like "yo, like, that was wild"
but that's funny, cuz I'm a little skepti-Cal
Had my peoples' investigate you pal
Instagram for you Calicoe fans who have yet to browse
July 17th, 8:40PM, you posted up
Aw nigga, you know what'sup.. we kept the file
You've got some explainin to do
Can we address the crowd?
EXIBIT A: (pic of man ass on screen)
So that's how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild?
Well we aint judgin though, you aint on trial
My beloved T-Rex says "gown man bars, is somethin you gotta deal with"
So all of that collaborated, fabricated... it aint gon equal up to this real shit
Check it out, I want y'all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, her lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you
I know that cuz you got that much hate for I
Don't want you to hang your eye, not for a second lil nigga
Catch it... brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, nigga
Now, I don't wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the 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 alot 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
You know what I think is fucked up?
I think it's real fucked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what's even more fucked up?
It's 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 (yeah)
That's why I'm angry, guy
Cuz he didn't take the steps, now you chase his rep
but them runnin shoes aint your size
They say don't whine over spilled milk;
but what's a man supposed to do when his baby cryin
Oh he say shit like, "you know, it costs to be the boss"
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that nigga to cool to go to flight school
and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies, but nah
He told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y'all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y'all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
and that Big Meech backup singin ass nigga left your mom 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 your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in new york doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that's gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin 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 tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, "my pops was a- real nigga"
Youngin that aint no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we aint 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 do't think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y'all thuggin, drinkin and druggin'
Hard liquor, y'all full of killers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn'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?
Shoo' 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 your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
but I'm just tryna give you the large picture
Ya pops wasn't no gangsta, he was just another lost nigga
Gangsta's brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God's 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 ever heard of...
but then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nigga
I mean your 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
and since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it's no wonder you talk all that young shit
You a little boy; that don't get the large picture
Your pops wasn't no gangsta, he was just another lost nigga
Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost; (he gon get this work, he gon get this work,
You can never fuck with me, ever in your life;
look at you, you're emotional)
He was so lost; you lost, nigga... Fox 2, CNN
You're supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lyin, y'all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and shit
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture;
"These Detroit niggas still... cockfightin"
Fuckin hell that was alot to type
I'd make a video, but it's URL property and I'm not tryin to step on their toes.
Maybe in the future when the views have settled.
You know I kill, you can read everything in my biohazard/bio has it
i'd have a better chance understanding proust in its original french, and i don't even french. dayum Loaded Lux 203 at nyu next semester niggas
Can someone check the audio bootleg and transcribe the 30ish seconds of round three that were cut off please
*thank your moms, I'd like to
*for the nights he didn't write you
Separate names with a comma.