[Round 1: The Saurus]
Fuck a coin flip, Iāll be first to let it pop
This footage? Like my left hand: worth a second watch
Thatās two-timing if you donāt follow
Kill āem all, nobodies to role models
You donāt gotta do numbers to see the hands like Movado
You know Iāmma tell him how it is, and then Iāmma show ya
Just to back up my point like Dellavedova
Iām a machine. You aināt think shit could get any colder?
Iāll dump a can if he press my buttons: get him a soda!
Bitch, I met every quota, gave proof that Iām JesĆŗs
Always brought the most weight to home plate: boy Iām Babe Ruth
Since he Italian and Iām Greek, they place us in the same group
But I was raised Lebanese: always stuck to my Bay roots!
Itās true, Iām Isaac Mendez: that pen stroke deadly
Mariah Carey: you aināt think it would get so heavy
I got that fresh toast ready for him and Miss Coletti
Like Iām bout to be the best man at Frescoās wedding
If you squeamish, yāall should turn away your heads
āCause Papa Shangoās back here with a curse to raise the dead
Once you work away your debts, Iāll be first to take his bread
Tell him break off that paper like a perforated edge!
Iām a loan shark, no sarcasm
Youāll need sonar tracking ācause Iām so far past him
Iām composing Mozart classics, so donāt start acting
Like we in the same boat; Iām the coast guard captain
What happened though? I thought that you was going places
Must have had a change of heart like Smokinā Aces
Shit I donāt even believe in when he say what race he is
ācause these facial features say Enrique Iglesias
But that there? That aināt even a racial bar actually
Itās more alluding to why we think youāre a mark, Anthony
So stop posting about being a menās rights activist
Or you aināt welcome back in the Westside after this
[Round 1: Fresco]
I give a fuck about the battle rap trivia and how much ammo you got
You canāt rap the way Iām rapping if you havenāt been shot
But until I get a signed letter from 2Pac where he asks me to stop
Iāma keep pulling this shit like Iām practicing slots
See I donāt battle a lot, but if the conditions just right, Iām completely airing
And you might be rolling with Organik, to a decent area
Til his expression goes blank (āRound Oneā), like heās the narrator
And I pop up for the scrap like a secret character
Flawless what I call this, all I took is a Vick
Rubber butt up on the rifle just to cushion the kick
Let the hollow points blossom so the bulletsāll stick
Itās like Iām playing Minecraft how Iām cooking a brick
If I get the slightest urge, Iāma look up his chick
So I can send her all the pictures that I took of my dick
Iām back on my bullshit, and doing it Big League
I put his IV on the wall ācause I grew up at Wrigley
I leave his trap with chicken scratch like I drew him a squiggly
I draw different, so there aināt no way youāre doodling with me
Family man, they gon have to plan his funeral quickly
Get your dome split: the whole kit ān caboodle is with me
Either the chopperāll take his wig like he boozing with Britney
Or he get sliced under his ribs like Iām removing a kidney
I got the kinda bars that you have to give a kidney for
People bite and try to bait me into something like a fishing lure
Team full of animals: Starfox 64;
For the cabbage, Iāll spray something Sauvage, itās not Chris Dior
Daddy shouldāve taught me better. Momma shouldāve kissed me more
Trump Tower of terror, tell your daughter itās a Disney tour
People on the groundāll see her falling down fifty floors
Even Ripley swore he never seen some shit like this before
So after I Clapton your kid, youāll get clapped in the rib
The way my finger licking shots, he need a napkin and bib
Youāll get twisted off the top: I will Snapple your lid
If you actually live, youāll have something to tell people
And fun facts you can give, like
Did you know that Fresco will push your line back and then raffle your wig
And let blood cover the wall like The Faculty did?
Pulp Fiction: your girl O.D.ing off of the swag that I give
And she gon need a chest shot after we crash at the crib
You should be viral on YouTube: the chicken pox guy
With a face thatās made from scratch like a chicken pot pie
Bars easy to catch like you hit a pop fly
Got you looking stupid like your daddy when he didnāt drop by
Bars clip the whole row behind you, but you gon' catch the brunt of it
Not even the Asian dude from Tiananmen Square could stand in front of this
Iāll make your bitchās jaw drop, and if she withstand the punishment
Iāll make her keep that mouth open so I can ash the blunt in it
[Round 2: The Saurus]
There aināt a chance that he can win today
The Bayās what made a man of me
Homie, Iām on my Mophie shit: this case could change to battery
This isnāt anger management, itās pain and agony
Iāll kill him, take the stand and get away with it: Iāll Casey Anthony
Okay, children. Heāll get coached on stage, thatās Craig Nelson
At our peaks, this is Mount Saint Helenās to cave dwelling
Go ahead, click in your seat belt. It aināt helping
āCause that hookāll make him spin in his chair: he Blake Shelton
They tell me toe-tagging Fresco wonāt happen, ever
But Iāll take flight, masked up: low cabin pressure
See his penās fire, but sometimes it donāt match his efforts
So the way he raps is playing catch: he just throws that together
Never risk-taking, but he must admit, what I did changed him
ācause my shit gave him a foundation, Iām brick-laying
So the more you see this Criss Angel illusion of clips waving
The more you bout to see money get pressed like inflation
They been saying Iāll automatically lose if I use gay jokes on him
But I wouldnāt do that in the Bay so it aināt no problem
I donāt need āem. Each ābow leave him with no feeling
No coke fiending, just dope lines, Iām O.D.ing
Aināt no type of that powder, itās just firing power;
Iām bout to Flash on him: 88 miles per hour
Even when heās home, his bitch likes when I pound her;
She hop on it down the street like a wireless router
You been spiraling downward; it wasnāt a mistake
So keep bumping them gums, Iāll uppercut you in the face
Someāll say I wouldnāt win this if it wasnāt in the Bay
But youād get Trumped in every state, no Republican debate
[Round 2: Fresco]
You gave birth to off-point comparisons disguised as hard punches
Like, āHo ho, thatās why your heartās pumping
ācause you look like Michael Clarke Duncan with his private parts shrunken.ā
But my homie with the shit, so if you try to spark something
He got that Nickelodeon magazine, that means slimeāll start dumping
He said, āPeople think my left is made of metal plated armor..ā
I stopped the battle right there and I never made it farther
He probably said
'Youāre fuckin up the Feng shui, you shouldāve decorated smarter
This is not the fade you wanted; Iām your second-favorite barber
See, you just wanna pop a bottle like a celebration-starter
But theyāre looking at you funny like an elevator farter.ā
Itās lines like that thatāll probably get you relegated, partner
In your PoRich bag at Ground Zero on a detonation marker
Now thatās a tiny sample, but a prime example
You gotta know when to walk away, itās no time to gamble
Bum-ass flow; fuck you and anybody taking it
I been using gun lines since Grind Time when everybody hated it
He was like, āAll these wack emcees rapping about guns are just as fake as ever
At least I can frame it better and give a more creative effort;
I can use gun bars and stress the syllables to make it clever
ācause heās known for keeping something tucked like Caitlyn Jenner.ā
You need to take your notebooks and throw āem all into a paper shredder
This shit has been a long time coming; itās better late than never
I hardly spend time with my bars, ācause I donāt take forever
Plus Iām stuck in a teenage wasteland
Like the Staples Center when the Lakers enter
Now Iām out for blood; thatās why you losing a liter
I took my cue from Doctor Mundo how I threw you a cleaver
He was in a acting troupe, doing musical theater
While I was in a Aston coupe playing musical sweepers
He say Iām nice. But the feeling isnāt mutual, Peter
After the last album, Chase Moore donāt want nothing to do with you neither
I mean, Madness hasnāt called you since you blew up his beeper
Itās 2015. Your man Greg still aināt threw you a feature
Heās known your ass for 20 years and still donāt have a song with you
So thatās a strong signal that your fans have all dwindled
Yāall couldāve done a rap-along single for the Amazon Kindle
And had the nursing home turnāt before your grandma called bingo
You mustāve scratched the wrong pimples, and you have some soft dimples
So you ugly and soft, I guess the path you on fits you
I could switch magazines like I grabbed the wrong issue
Or leave him crushed in the grill of the black Range like a mastodon hit you
They say The Saurus is robbing the cradle. Letās get to chopping this fable
I say, keep that shit up for as long as youāre able
Heās like a card shark sitting at the softest of tables
Trying to lure a sucker in with the comedy angle
But I wonder whatāll happen when his daughter gets playful
40 year old man with a little girl you thought was your angel
In a fully loaded Jag with all the options enabled
Pulling that bitchās hair back like she wanted a facial
Heāll probably tell her that he love her and heās honest and faithful
But all he want is a quick plug like an optical cable
So now youāre up at night, looking at the locket she gave you
ācause a lonely dadās the only man that your daughter relates to
[Round 3: The Saurus]
I aināt come to joke around. You know this clownās been broken down
And for my local crowd, this is how a closing roundās supposed to sound
Now watch this, itās all biz. He donāt know what a cross is
Til I drop one on him like a drawbridge
Shoulda saw this coming. Me punchlining with you?
Itās about to be more one-sided than unbiased review
You wonāt deny that itās true, just ācause I wonāt pass the torch;
Iām Bo Jackson: belong in my own class of sport
Iāll kill him on cam, but it wonāt stand in court
So why go back and forth? Just toe-tag the corpse
You got no chance. Iāll beat you in your own dang arena
Charge it to the game? Nope, wonāt take his VISA
You want to throw? Iāll go straight to home plate and greet ya
I been flipping off the bat, San Jose Bautista
It donāt take a genius to see your business is foreclosed
Message delivered in morse code, this is a war zone
I know you straight, but how you dress? Iāve seen bitches in your clothes
Itās like you shop in Narnia: you lyinā which is your wardrobe
This is more close to a dissection. Try testing
Iāll right, left, him, then shortcut like Swype texting
Your timeās ending. Walk over you high-stepping
Head shot make his whole thoughts change like a life lesson
Now Iām guessing thereās a reason that you reference ratchets
Even though you showed up dressed like that chick
Trying to appeal to two demographics like Lenny Kravitz
But itās just theatrics. Thereās nothing upstairs but an empty attic
I will dead this cat, head in a bag like any match they offer
This was just a short stop in the Bay: Iām Brandon Crawford
Aināt no cannon fodder, this cat is softer than behind the candelabra
Now watch your life get cancelled like the time I battled Hoffa
Two-time champ, Iāll win it two times more
Now Iām back on top of the game like a new high score
[Round 3: Fresco]
You blew up when battles had DJs, but canāt rap to a beat
Thatās like a professional breakdancer that canāt move his feet
Ugly dude with freestyles, theyāre like, āThat dude is heatā
But this was a written battle filmed in HD, which is bad news for Pete
And my linesāll be the only lines they quote from it
So this wonāt be a battle where the fans can say we both stunted
I roll something, pass it to your girl, now sheās so blunted
She gon give me a little face like the old hundreds
Red, white, and green diamonds like Italian ice
Shortyās so wet on the phone, she need a bag of rice
You aināt been popping for a while like a can of Slice
Seasoned fans took me so they booked me for the added spice
Now I aināt even want to use this bar for Pete
But he lives in the desert, so he should be used to all this heat;
So from Cancun to a sand dune, I roll up on dude and park the jeep
Ready to dump the cans at his buggy like itās Supermarket Sweep
I could wake his block up, or let the tech ring silent
Baby boy, Iām pro-choice, but fuck your left-wing bias
Now 'that was a tec' that was a check swing. But this next thingās violent
Iām bout to open up on him like a X-Wing pilot
My connect always good: I got extra bandwidth
And a second plan for anything the weapons canāt fix
I got money changing hands like Megamanās fist
The watch got a second hand; you got a secondhand wrist
He 'bout to face another blemish: this the worst you get sweeped
Ashes get swept under the rug like it hurts to give grief
Supersoaker backpack, squirt the kid brief
Plus, they love me in the hood like the First and Fifteenth
I be at the same health club where his chick belong
She catching pheromones from me at the Liftathon
Yoga mat down, let her suck me like a twisty straw
While she whip her hair back and forth like Dixie Kong
Iāll take her to the second gym like Misty gone
And make a movie that star me, thatās not Digimon
No a cappella group, but he gon' know what kinda shit we on
When he hear that oo-wop going just like a '50s song
No GPS tracking, but Iām getting Pete traced
Theyāll have to set up a perimeter, and get police tape
That mean Iāll chalk this boy out. He want to get a clean slate;
Iāll cook him a couple minutes at a time like a Kid Cuisine plate
Iāll go into black ops mode; now Iām in his team base
He will not see zombies, but Iāll get his team chased
Warhammer, forty kās without the figurine paint
He get ratchet after ratchet like he did a speed date
Lieutenant Worf nine, put him into deep space
And pitch a bird out the whip like they did in Speed Race
18 karats on the wrist, with the wintergreen face
And just looking at it giving you that Listerine taste
For trying to get a buzz off my shit, get you smacked with a flyswatter
I stay splashing his bitch like she rafting through whitewater
Back in school, I had the tool in the back of my guyās locker
County jail, a young boy got put in a pod like Anakin Skywalker
He donāt need breaking news to see action from live choppers
For me it was always on sight; even scrapped with my eye doctor
His bitch on my album cover
Alex Summers from all the Havoc that Iāve caused her
But Iāve been through that bitchās walls so many times
That Iām actually Nightcrawler
Iām pissed off at people even thinking the match was even
I mean I should Rerun my rounds cause this is a classic beating
Iām like Popeye the sailor: Iām gripping a can and squeezing
Talking out the side of your mouth gon' get you the Bambi treatment
I brought the Thumper in the club. Now itās switching to rabbit season:
If he Bugs, Iāll get him smoked like Yosemite Sam was creeping
Morrisāll catch a flashback like heās sitting in class and dreaming
While Iām at his bae side, high, like Tiffani-Amber Thiessen
Mario Lopez is in the building: this is your chance to meet him
The silencer is Andy Griffin how itās whistling back to greet him
This is Aladdin dreaming, Iām wishing we had a reason
I just had to get a couple bands off him before giving him back his freedom