[Round 1: Madflex]
Don't you know to take yo' shoes off when you come into somebody house?
“This K.O...T.D, you get knocked out, just for touching down
My Arsenal: Caustic...his D.N.A. in Dirt bag is under ground,”
Lu, you say some shit like that, if Urkel ain't leaving, it's Hurricane season
I’m throwing you in the fucking crowd
Fuck all of that dumbing down
Who want what? One-two box cut leave Lou mopped up
I been Kobe when the shot come in the shark tank
Big fish and the home team in the aqua
Rush in (Russian) and he smearin’ off (Smirnoff), little homie, it don't mean vodka
Fucking punch take Lu back like Chernobly in the hot tub
Quit playing the killer, Lu, you not one
This Lu person keep it a hundred; that's higher than Lou percent
You died before you got here, Lu, I hired the looper sent
Talk money, it's not funny when Lu purse end
From here on out, I'm charging Lu per cent
Now that’s some effortless skill
He ain’t gon check me for real
The exodus will, eventually feel like you were fucked before the credit came; this Netflix and chill
You less than a meal
Rap game Charlemagne, guard ya chain
This for every gift that Lou didn't send on Father's Day
Look at him
He’s got my eyes
Even though you got your mama name
Trees riding the Bentley like Scarlett Payne on Arbor Day
Then drop all of his diamonds in the road like the carpool lane
All types of ill shit, when I pass a fire over his head
To bring an end to a couple points like Marlon Wayans
Do.. we.. have.. a.. problem, Lu?
That's all I'm saying
Hey, shit, that's just the build up, I been trying to get the bills done
Pick the ice up singing La Bamba, that's a Lou diamond fill up
I'll kill him
You cheesy
"Lu easy, and a purchase (Louisiana Purchase)
Bring misery(Missouri), I owe a (Iowa)
Couple ass kicks, his cans is (Kansas)
In a state he don't know da code of. (North Dakota)
And he prolly doesn't know but
The Louisiana Purchase bought Missouri, Iowa, Kansas and Dakotas
Some of ya'll thinking real slow, huh?"
No, bruh
You just been in a drag race spinnin donuts
His lines? From different battles
Ciph a biter, don't provide a forbidden apple and start licking samples
Lu, you got a "Bowflex" line?
Maybe a "no flex" line?
Well then I get to slap you
What?
I'll pull your lip above your eyebrow hair
Looking like you did a 3 year bid in the time out chair
I'll throw Ciph' downstairs
If he scheming, it's a pyramid, I ask you to leave
I got an actual axe and I'm actually serious
It'd be a shocker if you had a career to fix
One jab and his ear get clipped
He'll have a hard time moving forward without a Walker
He ain't Fast, but he Furious
Y’all hearing this?
Hey, they say, "Lou's a beast. Lou's on fire. Lou's a match for you."
Lou's a little bitch, you gon lose the fucking battle and the attitude
Next phase, the temptation stage, boy I can snap on you
Lu, you cannot lose all the respect I didn't have for you
And Lou means toilet in England
Time
[Round 1: Lu Cipher]
First thing I thought of when I heard I was battling Madflex
Is, "I'm on King of the Dot, fuck Madflex. Madflex is a faggot."
Multi syllable rapping is an irrelevant tactic, but, I'm better at that shit
But why fight fire with fire when I ain't here for wrestling matches?
And that's some of my lighter shit
Once they booked this, he already knew he was outmatched
Cause he watched my C3 battle, seen me give C3 K's
And thought he seen 3K from Outkast
He watched the Tru Logik battle
And with this gift, that makes sense he'd be out (w)rapped
After viewing me versus Tru and C (truancy)
He already knew he'd be outclassed
So y'all think Flex is dope?
Well, he on the ground floor of ground zeroes and I'm next to blow
So y'all should already know
That I'm on a higher level by the time I get to my second flow (flo’)
I think Flex is bull
I can't even touch my effing toes
These stretches killing me
So it makes sense I can't reach for defeat (da feet), I ain't got Flex ability
Da feet bars
I know that's some shit y'all ain't impressed with
But for me, y'all gon have to make exceptions
I’m nice
This year, I've gone from rapping with my friends using flash cards
To flashing up on cards at the biggest battling events
In my Troy battle, I used a Palamalu bar that established many trends
In 2015, but what's crazy here is I coulda covered Mad in (Madden) 2010
Video game bars
You see, that shit happens naturally, when you battle rapping me
I've already finished him, but I'm still beasting, that's a animality
Everything coming out of Mad is actually average rap to me, so average actually
That we nicknamed your studio the saddest factory (satisfactory)
Wordplay
That’s the reason I'm on this card in the first place
It's the reason Eurgh gave me Shox the Rebel on Don't Flops's Seventh Birthday
And the shit I got after Shox (aftershocks)
It ain't even natural, Dizaster, but it's gon make the earth quake
I swear to God I'm first rate
I’m one of the best to do it, but don't expect the rest to quote it
Cause while I was busy catching wreck before, y'all slept for most it
But the vets'll notice
So while I'm spitting, zoom the camera in on Arsonal face and let it focus
And you'll see that Lu Cipher verses shocks the Rebel like my next opponent
Flex is hopeless
Come on, I don't care what you want now, It's time to move on down
Every stanza sicker than cancer, and I got two more (tumor) rounds
[Round 2: Madflex]
It's like that, Lu?
After I accepted your friend request on Facebook
You a soldier? Now you heartless?
One shoulder check, his arm split
Storm brought you hoping that you both would get adopted
Hue and Riley Freeman flew from Florida in darkness
Cause they both could ride for free inside the overhead compartment
What you want, street violence? Sweet science?
Project Greek Island won't even hide him
So don't push any buttons, we speed dialing
You see him go like this?
{Madflex waves and then points}
Means there's prolly police sirens
I'll take a couple out like peace signing
Get stuck deep in the back of his head, I'm tryin to remind him
Left attack, Cheshire cat: a bitch trip and see nothing but teeth flying
Man, fuck him
Uppercut him til he float through the air with arms flapping staring at the bird like Koko B. Ware
Shit, I'm rolling up like mobile repair
Then put him in the trunk so long, this motherfucker will propose to the spare
You got me fucked up
All this yappin’, talking
If I stand to box him, half Colossus with the option to brand with losses
Land a cross and spook so many bosses, I'm thinking my hands are haunted
Baby J, you a bad accomplice
You just let his album drop and
Didn't say a word when the man done called it *Swaggaholic*?
Like, you just gonna stand and watch it?
“Yeah, that's solid!"
Look, man...I did research for you, Lu, I had to knock it
Just to have the thought that I'd be better off puttin my ear up to a bag of dogshit
Mad been plotting, drag a square, you get the picture? Canvas cropping
White boy with the punches of Dan and Caustic
But style somewhere compared the heir apparent to Pass and Locksmith
I got this bag, it's a plan to shoplift
Fuck Lu Cipher, you don't exist if this Miyagi don't pass the chopsticks
Wipe that look off your face or I’ll slap it off, bitch
Your cohorts fall short short as the short shorts on Magic Johnson
Lu was like, “Battle of the night is a cash deposit.”
Homie, what the fuck make you think I don't take your half the profits?
Pouring out the fluid the man’s embalmed in
Show up to your gravesite to
Talk to Lu like pop a “Woo”(Papa Wu): Action Bronson
Laugh it off then
Run up in your backpack, Cipher
4 dudes, the same beating, that's a backpack cypher
Start recording the corpse on the floor and Snapchat MyVerse
Texting people at your funeral like “#lightwork”
I'll see you in the third if you ain't died first
[Round 2: Lu Cipher]
Unseasoned fans, y’all make writing for a n***a like me wack as shit
Cause y'all can't put two and two together
Y’all look at basic math like its calculus
So when I say I'm a Prodigy wreaking Havoc
I mean, y’all don't know nothing ‘bout the shit
So what's the point in finishing the scheme about how he look Alchemist
When I already know what the outcome is?
I'm better at rapping, but sometimes I find it's best to be average
So I took the chemistry joke outta my round
Cause I knew it wouldn't get a reaction and that was a bar too
You just gotta read between the fine print
Instead of getting out of line every time that I rhyme shit
But I get it, it’s hard to stay in your lane if you ain't got what a line meant (alignment)
So I’ma give y'all something a little easier to digest
Hi, Flex
Didn't you say you was smoking me tonight? Are you high Flex?
Whoever said they see this battle going either way has gotta be bi, Flex
Cause I'll bend your body in two different places and tell you bye Flex (biflex)
Still thinking you can outmuscle me, I’m thinking, “Why, Flex?”
You ain't got enough biceps and triceps to try Flex
I'm bout to try Flex, die, Flex
For this guy Flex, I show no type of respect
I'm from the school of Reflect
So whatever he taught to me, I got to reflect
You gonna throw shots?
Well, they gon bounce off of me, Flex
I got way too much D, Flex (deflects)
But this hammer? It ain't for your knee, Flex
I ain't tryna check ya reflex
What, y’all tired of these Flex bars?
It’s cool, I got Mad Magazines for Mad Men
Y’all gon be making a mad dash
If Mad flex, I'ma hit Madflex with mad Macs (Mad Max)
You mad trash
Glad bags the only place for Mad tracks
Original controller in this game, I ain't playing with these Mad Catz
Telling you, y’all gon get exactly what you was asking for
If you had your money on Mad, I bet you mad now if you wasn't mad before
Cause I can take the bull, and grab the horns
When opportunity knocking, man, of course
I'ma open him up, cause Mad a door(matador)
I'm from where the Glocks dumping on the block
And you dumb if you think that the cops coming
They not. You not from it , it’s obvious; stop fronting
Good night. You had a good fight but your box coming
Hood type: the same type of Thug Life that Pac stomached
And every time I step inside the booth I weaponize the truth
Cop a shirt; they fifteen a pop, twenty-five for two

[Round 3: Madflex]
Some of y’all thought I was play pimping
Nay, bitches, I'm all heart
Lu got the swagger of Paul Blart
And Flex out here shitting on a tall card with all bars
Do me a favor
Tell Marvin when the mission to Mars starts
Cause my patience running just a little thinner than his arms are
Looking like Arsenio Hallmark
Little man, I take the Crown with me like I lifted a squad car
You the width of a pop tart
A battle?
This a victory lap through a Memorial: I'm Lynch in the golf cart,Young Wal-Mart
I hear that eating clocks is time consuming, I get it
But what the fuck a sheep gon do with a lion moving?
Come get it. These tards been theme park cause they ride with you, but
I get your back, I’ll get your back leaking out spinal fluid
Flex designing proof you a stepping stone like the Mayan Ruins
Silent movements send you skyward cruising
I will lift you up so high, you can see whatever sign the moon’s in
And cop a squat on the the spot on the flyer that Diz' and Gjonaj are using
Lucifer headline in the afterlife, and Mad provide the height improvement
My influence? E-40, Biggie, L and Ice Cube
Lu rap really well… but like really well for a white dude
It’s, like, different, know what I’m saying?
Organik, I don't care how many weirdos you call
They keep saying the same shit when I take one down
Like ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall
For real
You don't know the drill: a Step Brother bunkbed
Been around crime like caution tape and Bloodshed
Now Me/Cipher: Street Fighter, cease fire, and I'm Balrog in the subtext
Cause even when I kick it, shit just turns into a slugfest, and this bum next
Some of y'all get it
Now you rep Waystid Talent
And that's the first time in his life that he's thrown hands in a club yet
Don't get upset
For show and tell, I brought this bag; Coco Chanel
It's beasting vers’ a bee sting, and these things don't go so well
Cause Lu is in the loop, but I AM the loop; I hold the belt
Asshole
Roll and sell any ample cash flow
The show goes on, when Lu pay (Lupe), it still ends in a Fiasco
This man is more ComiCon than octagon
Do not yell or a Molotov cocktail hit the top shelf of ya Dodge Stealth
Palming a Corona, lime and fold-up under a palm up in Corona
They call him Roswell
His disc dropped and the populous don't know nothing, but no fronting
Both of us been battling worse shit
To the point where it don't matter rehearsing
But the point is that you still don't test Flex vers’ the average person
Slam and search em
Come back and ask if this trash is worth it
Nah, ‘cause you can't even muster up half of the version of my clash with Urban
Back with purpose, still ain't scratched the surface of active service
This control, I change the whole scene quicker than channel surfing
When I lift his facial skin like a plastic surgeon
They hand you a magic bullet, you had a shot, the plan was perfect
Mad just curved it
Pack this nerd’s shit
I'm taking Lu's career as a souvenir and you right the fuck back to worthless
And I went first ’cause your third is some shit I ain’t concerned with
Flex

[Round 3: Lu Cipher]
There's an infrared beam that sits on the top of every pistol I got
So I guess in more than one way this a battle with the King of the Dot
Flex, you wanted your chance to shine with the best?
Well, that's until I give him a shot
And since this bum got the card bored, well now you can live in this box
You'll be in the Dirt, bagged
DNA ‘ll be everywhere; they'll be calling you Dan
Cause sticking (Caustic) him up with a Big(g) K ain't a part of the plan
That goes to any n***a on the card that want to go to war with the craft
I got a frag grenade to put a tag on Coma toes if he walk in my path
Reverse Live? Meet reverse lived; I’ll torture ya ass
You holding guns, but you only got only one; I’ll let an arsenal (Arsonal) Pass
Somebody tell Flex he's filler
Y'all need to put me in the ring with a Ness Lee, Chilla
So I can really disrespect these killers
I got enough pent up rage in my pen to slay seven Days
So bring on the next weak (week) n***a
Oh, it gets deep
This n***a Lu is in beast mode
It's like I knew the cheat code to the human genome
So even if I go 75%, QP, even you’d get 3-0’d
I know it's hard to understand what I'm speaking if you don't have any season
But 3 O's is 75% of a QP, mathematically speaking
Yo Lush, I thought I was going to London next month
So why am I battling a broad?
I ain't Jonny Storm, but I got a Deadman added to this card
They talking in my head
I’m just trying to listen to the right voices through the white noises
Before I snap and bring an end to your name with five nines (5'9") just like Royce’s
My point is there's no way that you fucking up my voyage
One look at you and I can tell you ain't comfortable with your life choices
I mean, look at you. I mean, examine the type of shit that this pussy on
What kinda n***a got a mohawk, but you ain’t never seen him without a hat and a hoodie on?
I mean I could be wrong, but does that make any perfect sense?
That's like a n***a with full body tattoos
That you never see without a long sleeve turtleneck
The weight of the city rocking on my back, that shit is big as a boulder
With enough rep to carry the body too, tell this bitch I'm a soldier
I trained for this, you gotta pay for this bit of exposure
For thinking it's free to lay (Frito-Lay) on my back
Well I got a chip on my shoulder
Yo, the only reason I really came out here was to fuck some California bitches
Smoke some good weed, get some good vibes
And rap about shooting 4k's while Avacado get my good side
Waystid