[Round 1: Krome]
Aight, so whatâs good, Vancouver!?
Tonight, I donât need a reaction
I mean, yâall asked for this matchup, with this nerd you been gassinâ
And this shit is just odd
Yâall made him a God
Illipsis, the only rapper so gay that his name is a pause!
And yâall brought me far West for some bars
So like saloon doors, Iâmma open up swinging
Get ready to die
âCause your past opponents treated this like moot court
And showed up just pretending to try
See, this whole Vancouver division is built to put you in a better position
I get it, but listen
We fight for who next up, they comparinâ the writtens
We both got drive, but like a Tesla, my energy different!
And I ainât even charged for this battle
I guess La Sparka helped me get this far
So Iâm in debt to Lars âcause I ainât need gas to get here
But this trip dependinâ on the plug like an electric car
So whatâs good, pussy?
I expect you to say you donât believe in the shots
I hear it a lot, so I been contemplatinâ
Lettinâ the Glock spice up that conversation
Iâm well-equipped, and the heat wet him âtil he drop like condensation
Boy, I never missed (mist)
Now the chrome in his grill, and he caught under pressure
Or he facinâ the Eagle like Conor McGregor
Man, I came to put this man on a shirt
I see him outside, then Iâm airinâ for sure
Quick to draw in public, and thatâll blow his face up like a caricature
Explains how you nearly died versâ Sketch, and tonightâs the same verdict
Pushinâ your luck, but the gamble ainât worth it
This another near-death experience, just know practice makes perfect
âCause you know whatâs at stake, right?
Either took this for the paid flight
Or to give an arrogant bitch that Ray Rice straight right
And it remains to be seen if I drop a body in plain sight
Remains to be seen? Body in plain sight?
Just do the math - it ainât rocket science
But me leavinâ Earth increases your odds of dyinâ
Concealinâ the type of piece (peace) that wonât stop the violence
And I ainât worried at all...like Illipsis driving with the cops behind him!
See, I traveled all summer, my stock kept getting stronger
You havenât done shit, but Willie and Sparka got your back, and theyâll always treat you proper
Until Jisho takes your place, youâre the only main-page battle on the roster
So they put the best that they could get, against the best they had to offer
[Round 1: Illipsis]
Fuck all that!
Said, right the fuck away, letâs keep it 100, âcause this pansyâs threatened!
This is war and peace, laurel wreaths to a Panzer engine!
Blood moon on the rise, he see the waxing crescent
Inferno, the flames illuminate the path heâs treaded
You can hear the damned lamenting
Past regrets when they canât clasp redemption
You canât fathom the depths
But you can hazard a guess where Max is headinâ
Flashback to how this match incepted
Talkback wanna broadcast how ârad his pen isâ
Like mineâs not the one they used to clash with legends!
Like mineâs not the one they had to match the best with!
Like mineâs-
Man, forget it
But you know itâs a trap they settinâ, right?
Shit, itâs a valid question!
Iâve seen your accolades, and thatâs when I got apprehensive of the fan perspective
Shit, yâall only gassed this cretin
Since on online forums, heâs such a nagging presence
A constant whining drone that needs to have attention
Outside of that connection
Max is just a grasping beg that has to ask for credit like a tax exemption!
I bet he claim he âhandled Jaws like they were at the dentistâ
And this an apt progression?
Nah, itâs chiropractic method!
Iâll snap his back in seconds, so he can stand corrected!
When this was the match suggested, pussy, I was apathetic!
Off how we write alone (a loan), I got no interest in principle (principal)
Itâs a bad investment!
Letâs keep it kosher! You whined (Jew wine) for this pairing like a Manischewitz
So Iâm washinâ the tool, tryinâ to make the cut: pass the antiseptic
Just give him the large picture: panoramic lenses
You are dying just to die, while I lacked incentive
This ainât even a battle, itâs a practice session
And youâre an A.I. bot on the lowest challenge setting!
Fight back!
Shit, I donât even have to press him
I just want it called early like a snap election
He tryinâ to draft amendments to enact protection
They gave me a bill to kill: this wonât get past the Senate!
His writingâs the same on every card, a standard run-of-the-mill
Damn, these rats relentless!
My bad, thatâs a Magic reference - you donât have to get it!
A simple favor could send him up in the air: Anna Kendrick
âCause I make an acid bath when I get handed lemons
Youâre French? Well, this verse, I brought a chopper to the palace exit
Maxime! Yas, queen, you gettinâ Antoinetteâd!
Thatâs beheaded
So France is gettinâ cut, this storyâs Anglo-centric
Or a fade knock his soul out the astral spectrum!
Put a bottle to your waves like a stranded message!
How I fight in the Cage? Dirty: Bad Lieutenant!
Youâre a placid, pleasant, standard template
That canât mask inspection of when he act aggressive
No, a hackish yes-man with a lack of ethics
That dick-suck for a quick buck and fan consensus
No! A bland, synthetic, trash, generic, average, precious, angry peasant
Arrival correlates exactly when the brand descended
âCause if heâs what you push as talent, then itâs sad and desperate!
You are bottom-of-the-barrel, fucking rancid remnants
Fucking leech on this league that has latched and bled it
And thatâs why Krome and Champ contention is such a hackneyed premise
Iâll leave him hanging from the chain like he can have the necklace
This shitâs a mirror-match?
Iâm leavinâ with a cracked reflection, and a scattered semblance in the glass Iâve stepped in
You are dog shit, I am cosmic: thatâs expensive
One round, and I ainât even have to mention how trash Quebec is
Letâs go
[Round 2: Krome]
Man, I already have a headacheâŠ
Yo, look, that little growling sound you make when you rap is the most cringe-worthy shit Iâve ever heard in my life!
You need to scratch that noise
Your punchlines donât sound better when you spit them in the Batman voice!
And tonight, I donât wanna hear any type of aggression
âCause being a pussy made you bipolar in half of a second
Remember when you dissed Manik and bitched up when he was askinâ you questions?
You hated, and then liked him in the span of a sentence
All it took was for Manik to press him to cause manic depression!
He rolled up on you, you seemed panicked for help
Smart enough to know that native smoke would be bad for your health
You fidgety faggot!
Who the fuck told you to rap!?
The closest you been to being an Alpha was joining a frat!
And I ainât come to play nice with this weirdo!
Iâm here to bark on him, since nobodyâs bothered
These bullets cominâ out they shell in the crowd
But you goinâ out solo, since you socially awkward!
The shit that you spit put us to sleep
And that ainât helpinâ your scene generate more profit
Yeah, we cut from a different cloth, and yours got chloroform on it!
So go ahead, spit your played-out lies
You need an ounce of personality to break down mine
Glock party
For the down payment, we droppinâ a body
Riskinâ life to take yours like a kamikaze
Clout-chasinâ, sendinâ shots to make the news: no paparazzi
Or gun-butt to try dentinâ (trident in) his grill like Maseratis
I give a fuck about Illipsis
I showed up on my pimp shit
The watch called âArthritisâ: I got a sick wrist
Skeleton face on it like the Misfits
The hands touchinâ gold like Midas
You rock a Fitbit, nitwit!
Man, I swear to God this shit is a joke
Youâre just the man out West âcause the spot was vacant
DDSS and Sketch left, and Pigsty was on vacation
So they wanna know who next up in Canada, and if this is confirmation
Iâm dropping quotes, and Iâmma lay it all out to take Illipsis (ellipsis) out that conversation!
And thatâs two rounds down, they ainât stoppinâ the flow
Next round, Iâmma talk to your soul
And excuse my French - it always comes out when Iâm talkinâ to hoes
[Round 2: Illipsis]
I said, uhâŠ
Said I donât even have to mention how trash Quebec is...
Have to mention how trash Quebec- but I will!
âCause Iâm fuckinâ petty like that
Copâ hit me up, tryinâ to figure out the right match
Like, down to battle Red Flag? Iâd have to be in my bag
So instead, they booked his shitty French cousin âWhite Flagâ
We both rep that red and white, so it correlates perfectly
âCause work from me turn the leaves of his fleur de lis burgundy
But I heard that Krome made powerful moves
I said, âCopâ, youâre clowninâ me, dudeâ
Itâs Westworld, how you see Krome (chrome) gettinâ broken âcause the host is out of the loop
Convinced you all to hail a fake
Iâm at a loss - youâre the boss, move major weight?
Itâs player piano: ainât nobody pushinâ kiâs (keys), but still, the song remains the same
Bro, itâs âLe Glock du Quebecoisâ
Thatâs the team you rep?
Bro, your weak crewâs French, you all squeeze two TECs?
Low-key, I kinda feel I donât believe you yet
So I am un-intimidated...by Steel Duceppe!
The fuckinâ âGlock du Quebecoisâ
Who else is reppinâ the crew?
From what I hear, itâs Trevy and you, and fuckinâ Pepe Le Pew
And you all detail guns you bought for retail, huh?
Pussy with fake stripes - âUh-HUH!â A female skunk!
But the Glock and the Bloc
We canât contrast âem for a reason
Inflated sense of their importance, no one packed outside their region
He came in feelinâ like he got a real potential as Champion
Heâll put Quebec on the map, you can expect it to happen
Well, the pen that heâd clash with is electorate action
Pussy, Iâll leave your head in a different state for repping separatist factions!
Lame-ass! Got the same chance of beinâ the next leader?
You do battles for free, dummy, like âVive le Quebec libreâ
Then abandoned Montreal, like his borders could not contain him
I stayed where I am to help it grow, my priorities always stationed
This dork want a shot at greatness
Well, sorry, Iâm not to play with
Iâll put the division before my gains: thatâs the Order of Operations
Look at your past, how it conveys the way youâve moved
And say it ainât the truth, like blood tests arranged to trace your roots
Youâve engaged in vain pursuits, like when we tried to set this up
I declined offers for MASS
When we tried lockinâ it, man had denied wanting the match
So the dichotomy vast, homie, Iâm bodyinâ Max
And Iâm only dissectinâ this frog because I wanted a pass in my biology class!
Said his âheartâs in the wrong placeâ
Actinâ like heâs plagued by virus
When heâs anxious-minded, panic placed him in a state of crisis
B-Ribbitâs not built for war
Maybe he just ainât quite like it
Youâre a fuckboy with stage fright and 8 Mile-itis!
He constructed an impression where you thought Max would shoot me
Gun under the sweater, covered in his momâs ratatouille
See, Krome, he, um, (chromium) out his element and prone to panic
Inferno, bet heâd try to catch a spark, and still thereâs noble gasses
No reaction! I go Galactus!
Iâm the lone jobber sent for Ill to murder
Only one I seen Krome (chrome) bodied on camâ is the Silver Surfer!
Iâm bored witâ him
Really, this the match you givinâ âLipsis?
He a problem in the game? Shit, I bet Patch could fix the glitches
No one thought that he would win outside the dudeâs core base
And thatâs Goldilocksâ breakfast - a few cornflakes with a lukewarm take
So tell Michigan J. Frog that I got the shiv in the same box as Vivica A. Fox
Translation: Iâm leavinâ Krome (chrome) witâ the serial (cereal) scraped off!
Itâs spillinâ like raindrops
At no point shall the bloodlettinâ cease
Iâm makinâ Krome (chrome) look bad, pussy: rust never sleeps
Two
[Round 3: Krome]
Aight, we gotta talk, man
Punchlines aside, this the third round, and Iâmma talk to your soul
But lemme start this by saying that âKing Whisperâ is a fucking horrible name
But we gonâ talk about all the flaws in your whole game plan
âBout how being a bland rapper left you with a no-name brand
You battled Chedda (cheddar), and that ainât put none in your pocket
Battled Sketch, the writing was on the wall that you should probably stop it
You went to war witâ Real
Even that wasnât a Deal from which you would profit
Then the Chilla shit was cold, but...nobody watched it
Truth is, you were supposed to be the next big thing
And you ainât live up to what any of us expected, King
You were that nerd with the great writing, somewhat of a joker
Fast-forward to you telling Chilla his mom survived a stroke just so you could stroke her?âŠ
How much youâve changed since you first stepped to the scene
That condescending tone that got you known is getting to your head now, it seems
All the people you touched with that atheist scheme
Made Ill viral, and it spread like an infectious disease
But you couldnât brand yourself, and thought King of the Dot would
Then your next battle out in Toronto was not good
And the relationship between the two divisions? Never been great
But you let Pigsty take all the heat for saying the shit you shouldâve said in his place!
âCause Vancouver always came last when they were checkinâ for names
Theyâll book any URL artist before they get you a plate!
So you cowered away when those questions were raised
The same dude questioninâ religion just accepted his fate?
And itâs sad, âcause youâre the one that they respect and they praise!
And you never spoke up for your people
âKing Whisperâ - now I get it!
Thatâs a hell of a name!
But that loyalty paid off, right? I mean, hardly, dawg
We booked this for VanCity, the card gets dropped
And it gets less staff promo than Charron freestyling in a parking lot!?!
So I hope you wrote your little heart out, and I hope that you win
And maybe if you go viral, itâll be like the debtâs paid
And youâll get the chance to pay your own flight to Toronto and open up Decade!
Good luck!
[Round 3: Illipsis]
I said...that was real dope
Some more shit that wonât happen
Is if Krome rappinâ, Krome strappinâ witâ a chrome Magnum
Kromeâs only line is in his jeans
Fuck is Krome packinâ?
Can probably bet itâs no âmatic (nomadic) like a Cro-Magnon!
BOW! His head cave on site, Iâll leave bone fragments
No, leave brains in ya lap: Jackie Onassis!
Iâll switch the safety off, searchinâ, Iâll do Krome (Chrome) graphic
Then go Incognito so they donât track it!
Fuck whatever high school musical that Krome cast in
Beam put ya cells on display: now we Chromecastinâ
Shit, when he die, heâll probably still be outlived by that ho accent
So this fuckinâ closed-casket gonâ come witâ a closed caption
I can barely talk to you, the generic ingenueâŠ
Still get riddled (Riddle) from the Chamber like itâs Harry Potter 2!
I use the .357 for my Magnum opus
Thatâs the handgun quotient
A sawed-off to ya topknot: heâll get his man-bun toasted!
My gunâs the motherfucking truth
Face facts, the truth hurts
Fuck questions, shoot first
The clip long as Mookâs third!
You mad, Max - hurry home
Got mad MACâs, squirtinâ those
Drive-by, sprayinâ Krome (chrome): Mad Max: Fury Road
Dick witâ the shotty
Who I shot? Heâs probably unimportant
But for the chain, he (Cheney) get shot in the fuckinâ forest like not wearing hunterâs orange
Gettinâ money off of crime
All the cribs I robbed?
Ironic...how I copped a Porsche 911 off of inside jobs!
The interiorâs a mixture of vanilla and milk
Copped a Carrera Coupe the same color as liberal guilt
I reap spoils
I been leavinâ a trail of deceased Royals
Donât gas him, man, itâs nothinâ out the pump: Peak Oil
Who the slickest witâ the talk?
Of course Iâm bodyinâ Max
Iâm gettinâ money out the bando like foreign property tax
No prints, gloves on, burner to his lips
âCause when this ratchet kiss a frog, he ainât turninâ into shit!
Iâm real, boy!
Think itâs funny? Then Iâm lettinâ it fly
The long nose on a dummy: I ainât telinâ a lie!
This couldâve been on Lexxâs league
Still couldnât say I battled (iBattle) a titan (Titen)
Gun so big that to reload I actually climbed it
Ascendinâ the stock (stalk) just to load up like Jack and the Giant
I ride up, masked up
Get you buried, cock-sucker
In disguise (the skies), wavinâ a stick like ya Fairy Godmother
He âbout to tell me how the white man is really oppressed
Bitch, I got your missus in bed refusing to come quietly: resistinâ arrest!
Community Day, she get a nut in the face and Ditto the rest
Switch and he get caught with the AR: itâs a mythical quest, for main static
Branchinâ out? He isnât growinâ the balls
Yellow and Blue - stuck as an Eevie âcause he doesnât have the stones to evolve!
Youâre insignificant, as fiction you consistently produce
That you fuckinâ stitch with unconnected figments of the truth
Beat at his own game, not because this undeveloped, gun-obsessive infant really shoot
Itâs just to demonstrate it wasnât less ridiculous than you!
A cornball that stays worried âbout a punchline count
âCause he ainât figured out a way to make his punchlines count!
Itâs Illipsis!
VanCityâs King, killer, Iâm in business
You arenât shit, dawg, I talk that shit - itâs a big difference