[Round 1: Bigg K]
I say yo… (Yo!)
I say, first name Cortez, last name Suarez
Border-hopping gave him back pains and sore legs
I’ll leave you on the floor dead
From this Ruger he force-fed
He gon’ think shit sweet ‘til he chew on a warhead!
Then I’m takin’ over
Scraping yola wit’ the baking soda
I make it lock, then we push it: that’s the baby stroller
If I was in Grind Time, this what K would told ya:
“You look like Ray Liotta mixed wit’ Baby Joker”
So play it over, make a plan, try and formulate
Or tomahawks in your helmet: Florida State
I mean, this ain’t the best match, you can’t coordinate
Name a battle rapper I can’t beat that Cor’ done ate
Yeah, you more than fake, gassed at a quarter-tank
Got your wife’s hair (hare) in my lap like the tortoise race
I say, TEC in the yellow jacket - peep how it correlate?
Dick-suckers and ass-kissers, Cor’ relate
Wordplay…wordplay...wordplay
Your wordplay bores the streets
For your next birthday, drink a quart of bleach
I hope they find your dead body by a Florida beach
Somewhere Cor’ll sleep, right under coral reefs
Peep, they love my style, they want more of it
Betrayal taught me certain snakes is warm-blooded
Suplex City, come take a tour of it
The wackest in the Rotten Apple - that’s the Cor’ (core) of it
Time, let’s go
[Round 1: Cortez]
Yo…
See, I’m from Brooklyn
I’m known for catchin’ wreck, they hate me
But all these fans doubted and said I wouldn’t get him stretched
The disrespect’s been crazy
Ain’t you just lose to Showoff, n***a? Your pen been lazy
Rest in peace to Ali, ‘cause that there death was shaky
Wait a minute…
What you gon’ do, talk about hammers this whole battle, n***a?
You ain’t got no steel!
This ratchet go off for any little thing, my n***a
It ain’t got no chill!
I’ll punch a sucker right in the mouth: pacify it
And pass the fire
Catch him at the light, playin’ wit’ Heat - that’s how we Harold Minors!
I mean...this is Brooklyn!
I’m real, n***a! This cat’s the livest
So the mill’ll (meal) put him to sleep...my n***a, catch the itis!
Wait a minute, what they say?
“Kenny ladder more (Lattimore) deadly, I extend the machine
My guys pull (gospel) wit’ bald heads (BaldHeads) and I’m lettin’ ‘em sing”
Y’all gon’ remember me
Death to all enemies
No more humble Cortez - fuck it, I’ll set it, G
Fuck you! Suck my dick!
Yeah, I said it, G!
Honky blowin’ a sack: who said Kenny G!?
Yo! YO!
I’m breakin’ in his crib, crackers been talkin’ crazy lately
Grab his lady, then smack her wit’ the tre - she hates me
I’ll piss in your son’s cereal, then smack him - ain’t no safety
Think about it
Get him hostage
Reaganomics when I .80 babies!
Yeah, n***a, look me in my face when we talk, n***a
Y’all n***as is scared of that
Everybody wanna be Blood…’til there’s a trail of that
I see the big picture, it’s clear - y’all n***as scared of that
Now I’m posted up on his crib, I’m prepared to blast
I empty cans right on his lawn: that’s trailer trash!
Yeah, n***a…
Fuck it - switchblade, dismember your squad
I keep cuttin’, his flesh weaker than the center of God
Keep actin’, he’s slackin’, then I’m blastin’ the steel
I got access to all MACs (Macs): I’m a hacker for real
N***a, check my past: bad records, mad reckless
All y’all chasin’ (Chase in) the bank: that’s debit
Grab weapons
Add a feature over his face he can’t edit
Swipe, ‘til I can’t swipe no more: that’s bad credit!
Come on, my n***a
Forever cold I stretch your soul-
[Organik]
Time

[Bigg K]
Time, man
Time, bro
They said time-
Yo, I’m not tryna hear that shit
Time, yo

[Cortez]
That’s the last four, boy
Don’t cut me off

[Bigg K]
I’m not cuttin’ you off, they cuttin’ you off!
We signed for 90 seconds

[Cortez]
Let him say it, let him say it

[Bigg K]
He said it!
You ain’t c- r-
Time, yo, I don’t care about that shit
[Round 2: Bigg K]
I say yo-
I say yo…
I say yo
Listen, listen, bro, listen...
Listen here, Julio
I don’t care who you know
I hope Trump builds that wall and it can keep you out the studio
Aight?
This ain’t Gangsta’s Paradise, and you ain’t Coolio
You not El Chapo, you just El Stupido!
Move it, ho!
I’m ‘bout all that I rhyme ‘bout
I’ll sleep ya, then the sneaker all in this guy mouth
You know the number to my bluff? Then call it and find out
I’ll tee off on Cort’ (court) ‘til they callin’ a time-out
Bounce! I’m unruly
Two hands on one Uzi
This clip’ll bring the bitch out Cort’ (court): Judge Judy
You’ve been around since Grind Time and sucked truly
Clique-hopper, he rep more teams than Doug Flutie
Chump, sue me! I’ll beat it wit’ a court-appointed
You woulda took the stand wit’ ya hand, Cort’ll point it
Poor taste, turn your bitches to court dates
Cryin’ over 1-to-3s...like the bitches that Cort’ dates
You cornflake, that’s no sorta malice
You lost over 20 battles and couldn’t order talent
I mean, you need to disappear like, “Where Cor’ been? Dallas?”
I guess after the fifth L, it meant (The Fifth Element) he Corbin Dallas
I’ll spot ya block, cop a squat
If this jams, I’ll fire on Cort’ (court): “Boom-shak-a-lak’”
Somethin’ small up close, that’ll pop ya top
The .25 pointed on Cort’ (court) like Rock n’ Jock!

Go, boy - time
Man, that’s 90 - that’s how you follow rules

[Round 2: Cortez]
I wrote this in the trap, mind free of the curses
Gemstar and a scale, bedsheets for the curtains
Drama out in the west, they say the beef is for certain
I only came to Cali to catch Bigg (B.I.G) in the ‘Burban!
One Glock, one cocked, so I hope he front
Yeah, I’ll start shit for no reason, wit’ the shoulder bump
Spanish bodega right in the ‘hood - (*smack*) - n***a, I open fronts!
What you talkin’ ‘bout, Norfolk? Them hammers bruisin’
I stay strapped, Virginia TECs, and my camp is shootin’
Wordplay...
I’m just schoolin’ you for free - my n***a, listen
Don’t you get it? Virginia Tech? Campus shootin’
That’s a killer’s intuition!
N***a, listen!
I taught you everything you know, K
I gave you tips, you obeyed
They put duke on Cort’ (court) - makes sense...I used to coach K!
OK!? I’m back…
Listen!
My n***a, don’t cry me a river, don’t cry to your n***as
This that Hollohan Cortez
Ayo, how the FUCK y’all RIDE wit’ this n***a!?
Shots to the liver!
BANG! Burn like shots of tequila!
Ain’t your man die before your PG?
I’ll make sure you sleep right by side wit’ ya n***a!
It’s ironic, I’m iconic, ‘bout my progress, it’s type brolic
And if I’m in a jam, all I keep thinkin’ is, “Slam!”
N***a, I like Onyx
I might tarnish his life - honest
White target
Bang! Put this kid in the sky: flight college!
Gimme room, or (rumor) shit’ll go through him, him, and him - n***a, that’s like gossip
I can black around everything here: n***a, I write gothic!
Yeah, n***a! It’s so clear, that fo’-fo’ flare
Think lipo: I curved him and caught a body outta nowhere
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, the disrespect’s been crazy
We could scrap the battle
I’ll spit in his face, then gun-butt him ‘til he smack the gravel-

[Bigg K]
All you gotta do…

[Cortez]
Big guns for a white boy: that’s my cracker barrel!
(TIME!)

[Round 3: Bigg K]
I say yo…
Who in here thinks he don’t get the respect he deserve? (I do)
Beat it, haul ass
Only thing he ever earned was being called trash
To take him, I get a flight and I see a small bag
I’m shittin’ in first-class, I don’t need a hall pass
Gassed, you so forgettable, they won’t remember you
If you so fuckin’ nice, why does no one mention you?
Y’all say, “All he does is punch”, but that’s prototypical
‘Cause if I’m one-dimensional, you no-dimensional!
Right?
And you was literally homeless a few years ago
That’s somethin’ that nobody in here would know
But I know it for a fact wit’ yo’ dirty ass
Livin’ in an abandoned house off Myrtle Ave, right?
So I guess that couch on your Total Slaughter trip was sweet
‘Cause at least you weren’t trespassin’ every time you went to sleep
Dirty-ass mu’fucka - time

[Round 3: Cortez]
Yo…
Ayo, I run up on Bigg K like, “Yo, what’s poppin’, my friend?”
Headshot - BANG!
Sit him Indian-style- nah, nah, not again
I’m not gon’ repeat that
You can’t blog or defend
They said I took that from Suge
Yeah, it makes sense…’cause I’m ‘bout to steal off a Shotgun again
I need to talk to you
90 seconds, I ain’t get personal, n***a?
Well, damn right, this last round, I’ll get personal wit’ ya
See, wit’ the pen, he (penny) showed he was nice
I bring change in his karma
You nickel and dimed in VA
I tried takin’ him farther
Had (head) to tell (tail) you I put him on...shit, I made you a scholar
Makes sense (cents), it adds up: Cor’ the (quarter) face that helped make you a dollar
And when you went to URL, your career, it had a bright side
He wanted to be Black so bad...he wouldn’t tell a white lie
Then he switched to KOTD
(*clap-clap-clap*) You teamed up wit’ the right guys
Organik became your lifeline
And yeah, now he’s Top 5, yeah...for the white guys
I mean, what, you couldn’t take the heat on SMACK?
You didn’t have the right vibes?
Oh, it makes sense, he’s cool
It’s just his wins low (Justice Winslow), so he had to play wit’ the white side (Whiteside)
Yeah, that was crazy, n***a
You think you’re the star on your team
To me, you gotta prove it
D-Wade on Cort’ (court): OK, this some bullshit (Bull shit)!
I mean, what you averagin’?
I spit that classic shit
I spit that suicidal River Phoenix on an acid trip!
That 3.5 stuffed in a blunt, full of hash and piff
Smoke a roster (Rasta): Bob Marley wit’ some wax to hit!
Ya done know, gunsmoke, one blow
Only way he wig in the booth is wit’ a Trump vote!
Fuck the opps! I’m lettin’ one go
Sweeney Todd joins the Jihad: n***a, I’m cutthroat
Yeah, n***a, so what? You want it? Yeah
High shots, five shots
Why? I ain’t choke, but why not?
This is a body on cam’ - now y’all get it: white cop
Please stop
I mean, man, just fuck it
Your girl’s a sleaze
All I did was necked her (nectar): that’s Nantucket
Your career’ll plummet
It’s like wifey cookin’ - you’ll love it
Gut shot, ‘cause the fastest way to his heart is through the stomach
(Time!)