[Round 1: Rone]
I have orchestrated this beautifully, like I was intricate on strings with it
Co-Rone-ation day, from my Simba shit to the king of this
Today I think like a king; itās in my bones, in my speech
Today I eat like a king; Iām thinkin' bon appetit
Itās been six months, what glory did you bring home to the league?
You aināt even seize the throne; that crown was thrown at your feet
What is the title to you? Oh, what, now youāre a star?
No, youāre still broke, bummy, scrounging for rounds at the bar
So I consider the term ātitleā not sounding so hard
When youāll never have a title on a house or a car
See, you never rap enough piff to pack up the joint
And so they made a call to Rone (Calderon) to back up the point
See we could battle for one hour. We could do a one-rounder
You lost the title after one match; thatās a short reign (rain) like a sun shower
You think like such a pussy...... whenever you make a verse
Youāre so scared of what someone else might say, so you try to say it first
Well I predict that youāll predict what I do in this match
And youāll get done like the last prophet (Prophit) that I threw in the trash
Boy thinks that heās a psychic, but no one hereās believing him
Itās funny heās an extra small but he thinks that heās a medium
But this pussy smells fishy
Is that salmon or albacore?
Is he mackerel or just gutted? He canāt get a call back from Macklemore
Bitch all my dogs loyal, like DJ Khaled or a Labrador;
Iām in El Salvador, dodging bullshit off the cape just like a matador
Bitch, Iām just getting started; this is salad course
Youāre mad trash like a bag full of apple cores
Oh he aināt catch it? Who the fuck he, Nelson Agholor?
If he the plug, Iāll rip him out by the power cord
You think you could rap, but my flowās so disgustin'
Stumpman, stumpman, stumpman, you like five foot nothin'
Since I brought my boys here I think I might jump him; no
Since he this tall, damn, I think that I could jump him; whoa
You live off apology checks you get ācause youāre a eighth Native American
That means weāre payin' you, to shut the fuck up and not complain ābout your heritage
And thatās the only checks you get, the only income that you draw
So if my people hadnāt killed your people, you would get no money at all
I mean, no hood booger want to boogie with you
No neighbor got any sugar to use
I mean, Saurus gets ten million times more pussy than you and look at the dude
And I bet those walls in the friend zone steep
Twin bitches suck a nut for a Benzo each
You a snitch and a broke little S.O.B
I bet the pink slip on any car that Greg Poe lease (police)
Wait. Any bar that Ill conceived is ill-conceived
Itās no illusion; Ill losing. This the guillotine
Itās incredible; Iām what makes Ill edge-able
The fact that he canāt read me, I feel like like Iām illegible
But, you braggin' ābout smoking weed in Oregon, I said that isnāt even Ill, is it?
Wait, smoking weed in Oregon; that isnāt even illicit
Boy, I pass models coke on glass-bottom boats
This some sacrificial slaughter, itās the lamb versā the G.O.A.T
And I get heās your bro and that you think that heās dope
But do me a favor: get Bigg Kās dick out your throat
I mean, in the Caustic battle, you have his whole D in your mouthpiece
You all over Kennyās nuts like Stevie Janowski
You takin' trips, I make your bitch sit and leave me a house key
Then come piss on the rug like the scene from Lebowski
World Dom One, we were faded off Canadian liquor
Saurus had a bitch in his room; trying to say he could hit her
But he declined, when he aināt even have to pay for the stripper
So for thinkin' Ill is straight (illustrate), well, what, I got to paint you a picture?
World Dom Two, you blackout wrestled Dirtbag Dan
The full story is that Dirt merked that man
At the hotel that night, he choked you out twice
Iām used to your rounds putting me to sleep, well now you know what thatās like
Check, Illmac tried to rush him, right? Dan got him mummified
He couldnāt have put you to sleep faster with warm milk and a lullaby
So talk shit when Iām passin' by you and itās not a thing to pacify you
And if you sleep on any of my shit tonight, then Iām lookin' for Dan behind you
[Round 1: Illmaculate]
He mentioned my homie from Seattle, which reminds me
Thereās just something wrong about you
To the point Macklemore might make a song about you
I mean, Iāll show you how to deliver the frees and get sick in the ring
He said The Saurus gets more pussy and he might be spittin' the frees
But thatās fitting
You know why that thatās fitting to me?
āCause youāre getting loose
And this is the biggest pussy thatās every been given to me
All right, look, straight to it
I been the champ, before the title or trophy
Get your wifey to blow me, but I donāt chase birds; thatās for Wile E. Coyote
My fam is full of animals like I was Mowgli
They wonāt be happy ātil his head in a box: (Bing,) smiley emoji
Get socked in the ring, like Iām Mick Foley minus the goatee
Youād get ate (eight) with a twenty-four, but Iām retiring Roney
With a seasoned sixteen; shit remind me of Kobe
I donāt play in the ring
Yo, you got no bars, like a parolee
You got no bars, like a parolee
I said it twice; thatās okay, cause I guaranteed to pepper Roney
Hold up. No bars, like a parolee
It doesnāt matter; you know why?
Iāll get a body out of nowhere like Kylie and Khloe
Grimey, Iāll treat Roney like a entree served warm
And never fight clean, I was always dirt poor
I rep the North West like Kanyeās first-born
You couldnāt ride the wave with Beyonceās surfboard
Surfboard...
Roneyās music? Nerdcore
You are a joke
This motherfucker is a shtick
Him and his friends get together and punch each other in the dick
You are a clown, I guess college life made them closer
Theyāre like, āpartyās on, bro.ā Invite some ladies over
But donāt pass out, these guys could play the joker
They shave each otherās eyebrows and draw dicks on their faces
While theyāre wide awake and sober
You are a cornball
Youāre battle rap for teeny boppers, expose the gimmicks
Wave riders: motion sickness
I mean, we might be close in pigment, but the approach is different
You, āwhite kid raps fastā, Mac Lethal, all viral, so suspicious
I mean, why? Old traditions? Wholesome image?
Itās simple; youāre a symbol of their own existence
Clothes and skin, shit
They look at you, see a mirror, donāt even know the difference
Just canāt get Past his Presence. Oh, so simplistic
They think heās the Future ācause he reflects their lives like the Ghosts of Christmas
Youāre battle rap for dummies, for the casual fan
Get rocked; whip him with my spatula hand since he a flash in the pan
Thatās just the tip of the iceberg; the Titanic get slammed
Put us in the same boat, Iāll split you like a catamaran
If my nameās at stake (steak), I got cattle to brand
Bitch, Iām a legend, and I still (steel) open doors, like a battering ram
You a virus; Iāll penicillin ya
Thereās never been a ceilin' to my writing so my pen is sealing ya
Spiteful, I bet itās killing ya
Thirsty, riding on genitalia
Such a desperate for attention whore, where heās from is a metaphor
Be mindful, his cityās telling ya
Heād probably swap AIDS with Tom Hanks just to go viral in Philadelphia
See, youāre just here to entertain, so youāre feeling like the cash crop
But that little bit of fame dries up when the laughs stop
So you can have them views, ācause Iāll be here when your fans not
Iāll hold down the champ slot
He can be the mascot
[Round 2: Rone]
You said I could be the mascot, but no one believes you
If it wasnāt for the stage, no one could see you
But, Iāve battled fat rappers
Iāve battled short rappers
Iāve battled gun rappers, but never sword rappers
He doesnāt rap about guns ācause theyāre not realistic
Heāll rap about dragons that fight with Aladdin, but it comes to āmatics
And heāll be like eh-eh
Heāll rap about Frodo and all-seeing logo, but it comes to foā-foās
And heāll be like no, no
Well what you got, the Yoroitoshi or the bolo on ya?
You got the viking, or the bowie, or the old Katana?
Iām in the Cutlass laughing at the blade at your side
Rocking stilettos, youāve been giving off a rapier vibe
Like itās a game in your mind, trying to perpetuate that thug life
He holds his blade like a mic, screaming, āAll I need is one knife.ā
That shit isnāt cut right, that shit shows your blood type
Thereās a name for that: bringing a knife to a gun fight
I mean, you rap of the corniest shit:
āIāll take the hammer of Thor off Orionās belt
If I stared at Medusa, her eyes would melt.ā
Shut the fuck up
That shitās your only angle, so you donāt want to tangle
If the Illuminati are whatās keeping your music off the radio
We owe them a āthank youā
See I could coach him, like Cus DāAmato, with details like custom autos
You think that itās just bravado? I done this (Dundas) like West Toronto
You playing yourself on stage just like he John Leguizamo
So fuck Hitori Hanzo; Iāll turn Greg into Greg Giraldo
Bro, you look like Wee Man with a cheap tan and no bread
If youāre ever kicking yourself, itās probably in your own head
His name is Greg Poe but it should be Poā Greg
ācause Iād be your size if I had no legs
A paper cut could lay him up under a surgical lampshade
Then we could cover your whole body with one vertical Band-Aid
I will give your fam shells like Iām serving a clam bake
Then Iāll break down a pound like Iām learning a handshake
What you know about talkin' about fake drug shit to fit in?
You canāt argue with that
Fucking selling edibles out in Oregon, well you started with snacks
On that White in New York, you want to party with Smack
Whenever sonny (Sunny) In Philadelphia then itās (Dennis) Charlie with Mac
But who getting Jobs in the Apple out of Mac and Tosh (MacIntosh)?
And if you canāt get booked there, you canāt get looked at one of the battle gods
He break the law in front of some cops out in Brooklyn for sport
Just so he could say that he got booked in New York
Fuck if you pray to the West; you look like prey to the East
And so itās asalamalakum, then Iām making him sleep
I feel like Kanye if it came to the beef
ācause Iād throw 500 on a fade every day of the week
Oh, you got locked up? Well it doesnāt count if you were tryin' to get caught
Buying drugs, shining your watch in the eyes of the cops
Like, āPlease, at least slam me down or pull me out of traffic, pal
Or at least get me patted down, so I have somethin' to rap about.ā
You the dude at the DUI checkpoint like, āI know my rights.ā
As heās ridin' home at night down the road on a stolen bike
Talkin' ābout, diamonds are evil and jewelry is opulent
Until you got your first chain and you couldnāt stop rockin' it
You think you got it figured out about anything ornate
You think expensive clothes exemplify poor taste
You trying to justify the salad thatās sittin' on your plate
Acting like meat is murder ācause you canāt afford steak
What look, outside of battling, did Illmaculate get?
You turn your opportunities into nothing, and thatās sad as a bitch
And now you couldnāt even leave if we asked you to quit
Itās like youāre holdin' onto battling like itās the only thing you have, ācause it is
[Round 2: Illmaculate]
This bodyās about be a classic in this bitch
He brought up the Hitori Hanzo blade, like that shit was a myth
I think Rone thinks that heās actually a prince
Iām confused, Rone, ācause you talk like man, but you act like bitch
I mean, you look like Rone, but you rap like Twist
I drank with Norm Kelly, we toast a glass like this
Said Cheers, and told Norm I got his back like Cliff
You called him a bitch, sounding a bit jelly
But whoās the mayor of Philly? Go āhead, bitch, tell me
No? No? Cool, ācause Norm āll beat the shit out of Jim Kenny
And run him out of Philly quicker than Chip Kelly
You battled DNA
Day of the event, hereās an angle he āa pick
He said black rappers donāt raise their kids...you a racist piece of shit
If thatās who you want as champ, you can get AIDS and eat a dick
Cause that shit aināt acceptable on any stage or league you with
For real, thatās the reason some fans donāt care KOTD exists
First you gay this week, then switch
Youāre cornier than the day Charron claimed that heās a Crip
You should be put in your place and make good on your statements
But he ran track for Penn State, so heās always been good with the races
I heard he was getting roasted on the message board
After bloggin' throwing a tantrum on the tennis court
Which I thought was the perfect metaphor
You know, him getting served over the 'net when he couldāve been a better sport?
Itās perfect, ācause in that blog
He said I was the benefactor of the system, thatās why I get more credit
While bloggin' from all-white facility for indoor tennis
(You donāt see theā all right.)
Benefactor of what, Rone? Itās been a long road, chock full of potholes
I lost a match in the ring, I was Jack with the beans
I aimed high ātil my stock (stalk) rose
Stockholm; yeah, the fans can be hot-cold
But mono e mono Iāll cook you like pot roast on a hot stove
Or waffles at Roscoeās, you a snot-nose;
But what I wrote is {sniffs} El Chapo to nostrils
So donāt reach; thatās a Dot role
Donāt Flop; you a lost Soul
Dude is silly; you from Philly? Iām Ali when he boxed Joe
Get it? You boxed, Rone
You John Doe; youāre spotās blown like a foxhole
Youāre not dope; youāre not Diz; heās not me; heās not grown
And we all know that Iām 5ā4ā
But if I roll to Roneās crib then Roneās getting 5-0
In three rounds youāre getting five-oāed
Uou rap fast; you could die slow
Toronto, this is not close
Heās Tosh hostin' a talk show; I mean heās got jokes
But what Iāve written will inspire ambition in a writer (Ridah)
A combo of Pacās ghost, Hollow and Pablo Picasso in God mode
Bruh, even you admit youāre corny
Itās just sad that your fans canāt
Spoiled brat, his parents paid for rap camp and half the sales on Bandcamp
He just wants what he canāt have, so he wrote until his hands cramped
Then got the chain as a lower back tat
Know what he calls it? His champ stamp
But heās soon to be the king, soon to be the kā thatās how they brand you
Cool. I got the King, helpless, think, Elvis
Watch where this fall from grace lands (Graceland) you
Malpractice: boy, Iām out of patience (patients) and such
Soon to be theā man, that obnoxious phrase is a crutch
Got āem calling you ākingā for no reason: conversations with Lux
(Look at me, king. Oh, he gon get this work.)
See, his whole persona is ālook at me, look at me,ā so proud of his fame
They should call you "Team Mascot" when announcin' your name
You know why? He puts on this character to keep the crowd entertained
Then pulls a couple stunts
Til a real player comes and you get taken out of the game
[Round 3: Rone]
Whatās the point of going out on a tour
When thereās no one in the crowd when you clowns go perform?
Youāre so deep in the game, still sleeping down on the floor
You act proud, but it rots you right down to your core
So, to say I fuck with you? Well I doubt it for sure
Renowned or obscure, I never heard a sound you recorded
Bitch, youāve been making music since 2004
And I still havenāt listened to one album of yours
And the fans of your rap music are white as a Klan unit
Iām tryin' to make him embrace it, but damn it, he canāt do it
He should be grassroot-ing, but instead he pack-mule-ing
ālac cruising, gat shooting, back of the tan Buick
Said you had nicks (Knicks) for starters, like Al Houston and Pat Ewing
Whatās next, you makin' gram movements like Fat Jewish?
Well, that lightweight angle is shaky as Shaq shootin'
And thatās stupid as Atlanta fans rootin' for Cam Newton
Boy, you said your dream battleās Jin
I couldnāt give a shit less
Itās funny a little Asian kid couldnāt make you a success (6's)
Itās a vignette on forgotten skill and a prequel to popping pills
Itās sick how you think youāre sick
How the mighty have fallen Ill
Bro. Pat Stayās first was all short jokes to put this herb down
So for me to try any of that shit would be retarded
But I gave Pat Stay every short joke he used in his first round
So I was up one nothing before this battle even started
I donāt have short jokes; I donāt have short facts
I donāt have short quotes; I just have short math
Lookism
A guy whoās 5ā6ā has to make $183,000 a year
More than someone who is 6ā to be deemed equally attractive
Thatās $24,000 an inch, thatās the fraction weāll use
And what I did is I took my height and subtract it from dudeās
So look at you, 5ā5ā, but thatās adding a few;
So Google me. 6ā1 and a half or 6ā2ā
Before this battle even starts, by all the math that I do
Iām already a quarter million dollars more attractive than you
And thereās nothin' you can do about it, you know that itās unfair
You could be Brad Pitt in the face and no woman would care
I mean, thereās height restrictions in the military, I donāt know why; itās disgusting
But of course you hate the government, youāre too short to die for your country
So that explains his head condition
His conspiracies, his pessimism
Another adolescent victim, short, poor, expecting visits
From a daddy whoād never swing it, so rage done festered in him
And he turned it against the system
But being short is no excuse for being a mental midget
I mean, you hate yourself for being short, I can tell it through your face
But look on the bright side; thereās less of you hate
And losses are a positive, so you should see some growth from this
But the fact is, youāre 5ā3ā and you just canāt get over it
Heās jealous I call myself the Prince, like that should describe you
Well, maybe youāre right, too, ācause you and Prince are both 5ā2ā
I call myself the Prince as a Symbol, that Iām forging my own path
I call myself the Prince ācause it will always be something I was formerly known as
Like: 2056, in a nursing home. T-Rexās granddaughter is nursin' holmes
Brittle bones, decrepit clothes, shoes too big for your feet
Cause after all the years of gravity, heās shrunken to 4ā3ā
Heās past the whole rapping thing, now heās battling for his sanity
Dementia and Alzheimerās; he canāt recognize his own family
So they donāt visit, heās so lonely; his incontinent useless ass
Well one of the nurses, somehow, hears that he used to rap
So as a birthday present, she decides to drag a classic out
Gets all the invalids, the old people, and has them gather āround
She says itās Illmac versus Rone, but then he panics at the sound
Cause as soon as he hears my name, then he flashes back to now
And suddenly, heās wishin; for his casket and his death
Suddenly, heās short of air and heās grabbing for his neck
And if that was then and this is now, and youāre still panicking' through sweat
Then imagine just how bad it was at the actual event
[Round 3: Illmaculate]
He keeps bringing up conspiracies, and half of you laugh
Well, I must be a conspiracy theorist; thatās actually facts
Shit, I feel like B.O.B. with what Adam just rapped
ācause I swear that entire round was actually flat
As a matter fact, you talking ābout my drugs, when I got caught for the case
He didnāt mention my Pās, did he (Diddy)?
I mean thatād be perfect, ācause his most-reacted line is when he remixed me
(P Diddy - Remix me? Fuck all that.)
What you looking at? You are not a man. You will never be a man
You know why? He let Pat palm the back of his head with his hand
Never mind Sandusky molesting this bitch
YouTube āgetting brains in the lacā. I didnāt edit this shit
Itās a video of you giving Pat head in the whip
You donāt remember the clip? You didnāt think I would mention this shit?
Pat looked like MadChild last Blackout
A Swollen Member getting neck while heās stiff
The video starts, Pat getting head in the car, nothing too embarrassing in it
Til itās revealed itās not a girl, itās you
Genius, being gay is hilarious
Get it?
(No? Me either.)
Tell me this: what was the moment you became aware they were taping there?
Was it when Pat came, you came up for air, wiped your facial hair
After treating Patās dick like you was ābout to find the chain in there?
I guess we just from two different scenes
Cause I aināt trying to get on YouTube and watch men (Watchmen) do shit obscene
You normally play the Comedian, but in that new clip I seen
You just went Dr. Manhattan on us: just blew(blue) dick on screen
Hey, fuck it though. You should get a letterman jacket for pleasuring Pat
Giving head in the ālac
Yo, I guess when he lettered in track
Aināt the only time heās ever been a(-)head in a lap
We both battled Pat. Look how we related to him
I left with Patās head. You gave it to him
How did that relationship start? Does he think that itās fate as well?
Or did you just slide in his DMs like, āA/S/Lā?
That shitās gay as hell, and you taped it. Well
I donāt care he made it, heās Larry David: he played himself
You know what? Youāre the most disrespected battler. Pesci aināt got shit on you
Daylyt left the stage and dipped on you. Pat Stay put his dick on you
Diz made you dress up as Bruce Jenner and put a wig on you
Now, Iām ābout to wig on you
The judge decide the outcome, think Pimp a Butterfly album:
I got schitz(skits) on you
Slap that Roney Baby the Prince off you;
Cold case. Charronās face: leave prints on you
Break you down; put it together: Iāll jigsaw you
Show up to your improv group, impromptu, insult the chick on you
Diss her, and spit on you. No, Diz / Eurgh spit on you
Iāll diss her(Eurgh) and leave: Irvine crip on you
Walk in your crib on you, skip the welcome mat, wipe my kicks on you
Slap the cereal bowl out your hand and go Queenzflip in the whip on you
When I whip on you
You know what? Itās something bothering me, I just canāt ignore it
Everybody blames Sandusky; they got the facts distorted
I mean, if you seen what Rone was wearing, he was practically asking for it
Forget the rape. Thatās a subject that weāll avoid
I mean, I had to mention it; I didnāt have any choice
But now itās a tactic employed heās learned to handle with poise
So fuck it, Iāll bell-clap him. Wonāt hear any actual noise
Flat on canvas, no punch landed; you scrapping with Floyd
Shoulder lock, crack clavicle; grapple on point
Jab like Zab; jaw tap him like Roy
Body blow, head shot; his jaw crack like his voice
Mandible snapped at the joint
Hey yo Sandusky! Thatās how you put hands on this boy
And as you just seen, I beat his ass so badly
Iām on my next lap. Next title match, me and Pass in Cali
(Whassup?)