[Round 1: Illipsis]
I said...
First off, shouts to those who been abusin' my name
And think the main stage looks gave me delusions of fame
'Cause I just put my city on with every opportunity gained
And you in Vancouver today, so, ho, get used to the reign!
Man, I been sick for a minute, and I ain't get well yet
I've been hellbent on puttinâ figures in a box like an Excel spread
They saw a virus gettinâ esteem, so they sent help west
I'll claim your vital organs, then sell your stem cells next
You gotta stop that awkward talk 'bout how the lead shells prepped
'Cause you be tip-toeinâ through the hood, doinâ eggshell steps
This ya death knell, just because your threats felt stretched
And all this bitch will do is talk about the boy: you failed the Bechdel Test
But hell yes, I got a legend, I'm with it, believe me
But there's this imbalance here that's making you tricky to beat, G
'Cause 20 battles, still plenty angles
It's 150 for me, Pete!
What can I really say re Pete that...isn't a repeat?
Like, age? No
Race? No
Weight? No
Face? No
You're the greatest of all time at...being a scapegoat
So, in lieu of originality, I got genius to substitute
Battle 151, and you'll see me with the W
That's a Pokemon bar, if you can't see it in front of you
151's "Mew", and that's me with a W
I did it 'cause he hates Pokemon and schemes, so that's a scheme just to fuck with you!
Traveler getting wet up with the beam
I propose we all toast
I got Guinness in the sleeve like Obi-Wan's robes
Peter said that he's a beast? Homie, only God knows
I'mma catch him in the streets like Pokemon Go!
Bro, why the fuck you hatinâ on Pokemon
When your fuckinâ body type is "Poker Mom"?
It's just cards, your insecurities are hidinâ away
But he prefers a standard deck...'cause there, he gets a higher value assigned to his face!
Your shit is FUBAR, though
This might be too harsh, bro
Dawg, you got the complexion of a QR code
What a lurid disgrace!
Y'all really sure it's a face?
Like thatâs not a urinal cake that developed personal traits?
Iâm sure that itâs played, but trying to beat the manâs face
I put this head in a bag...letâs just keep it that way!
Old man, you arthritic
I spar different, you arenât with it
But Iâll break your chest open so you can say you put your heart in it
30 seconds, he get dropped in a flash, start tippinâ
Brush the square, and leave a mark on the canvas: Iâm artistic
Poke his gut, carve in it, scars in it, partition
Arms twitchinâ while he lyinâ face-down: he starfishinâ
A blood puddle sparked him, and he chokinâ on dark liquid
Over ego, you could die with your face in a pool like Narcissus!
You arenât mythic
Ainât no god in the wild...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
A thousand ways to say that youâre fucked: Kamasutra
Youâd think they brought Hoffa through, âcause when I sock it to ya
All this snake got was his fuckinâ face rocked: you saw Medusa!
To talk his music...shit sounds like a calamity of clown calls
Icarus...son thought that shit would fly, but whatâs on wax will be your downfall!
Town Hall, a nation to an arch-conqueror
He sweat profusely âcause his face is full of large aquifers
Iâm makinâ Two-Time double-time his heart monitor
Get on the map, and put a legend in the corner: Iâm a cartographer!
Itâs Illipsis! VanCity Myth Killer, Iâm in business
You shit-talk, I talk that shit...itâs a big difference!
[Round 1: The Saurus]
Yâall are lookinâ at a flatline...you ainât readinâ his growth chart
Temple of Doom, droppinâ fire to the beat of his own heart
They only book me for that dope: Iâm the preacher from Ozark
So you knew money was gettinâ washed when the first scene of the show starts!
Letâs talk, Illipsis
Feels like Iâve seen what the Apocalypse is
Last week, I battled Geechi Gotti
But you remind me of âPac, Illipsis
But youâve been a good kid this year, and I know that this was on your wish list
So I flew up to give my grandson these socks for Christmas!
This ainât no Las Vegas weather, though! Vanâs a cold place to be
But any battle on the West still a home game for me
So letâs give them the showcase these folks paid to see
More than their moneyâs worth: my code name is âLoan Agencyâ
Homie, thatâs high interest
Thereâs more than a discrepancy of height with this
Iâm Raphael: thereâs a size difference
Blackinâ out, say, âGood nightâ, flip his light switches
I snap, you seeinâ butterflies around your head like white bitches!
The guy wishes he could light me up!
Iâm takinâ shots of Bombay: thatâs a Mighty Duck
Try to digest this too fast, you might freeze up
Iâm back in Vanâ with cold bars: thatâs an ice cream truck!
He needs luck, âcause Iâll snap in a second
And deck him so fast it resets him back to the factory settings
Based on his rapid progression, they put Nat versâ a legend
But heâll have to adapt in the second if this is Natâs real selection!
You cracked a million views when you were just some frail 8th-grader...
And went from viral, back to nothing 28 days later!
Time!
[Round 2: Illipsis + The Saurus]
Flip time!
I said, he mentioned the Canucks
Well, Pete knows heâs in trouble
I mean, he didnât, butâŠ
Fuck! I knew I shouldnât have pre-wrote these rebuttals!
So youâre Mr. Two-Time Everything?
Well, Round 2, Iâm pissed
Thatâs too many accolades for just a loud humorist
You entered freestyle tourneys, when the crowd views are writtens
And for that manipulation, man, they crowned you the Prince?
O.J. got away âcause they ainât found proof that fits
Now look at dudeâs rings: the legacy ainât sound too legit
Watch the ground move and split, all around you it shifts
Frodo Body-Baggins: take your two rings and Mount Doom the shit!
I mean, Two-Time Everything?
Lord, The Saurus dumb!
Youâre two times two things
A couple more, youâre scorinâ once
Snakes stay suckinâ his own dick, repeats his corny formula
So now itâs Ouroboros that The Saurusâ aura borrows from!
But the two times it plays...in a you kind of way
Iâve seen your new wifey, mate, and you, like, two times her age
She fire!
Yeah, facts!
Not for the next 12 bars, but facts!
Nah, boo the type to rock a slave costume on Comic-Con stages
Queen in disguise, like Padme watchinâ pod races
Jabba keep her on a leash
This plot is not for all ages
Your princess lay ya âcause she look for love in all the wrong places!
But itâs not a home or a company car Pete brings
So sheâll probably say no when he propose with a WRC ring!
(Heâs got two! Donât worry!)
Bro, she black market organ-dealing: she charge fee for brain
Thin body, musky scent: she got a Darjeeling strain
Man, the part she conveys is one of scarred knees and shame
So why split your ex box? Letâs make it cartesian plane!
Ho scooped him off the streets of Montreal, and you should rue the thot
Going gooey-soft and lookinâ newly thawed, like they approved detente
Dude lookinâ-
Thinkinâ you a boss âcause you seduced a frog
The coup de grace is for your princess, you can cop the coup dâetat that Louis got!
Quebec just made him fatter, playinâ gangster, and it makes me sick
Tell Vladimir Poutine ainât no such thing as a âCrepe Street Cripâ
You play these chips on Facebook, with a customary start
Status: âLegendary poker grind. I hustle very hard
About to smash this tourney, then go crush it at the bar.â
Minutes later, shuffles back, like, âIt wasnât in the cardsâŠâ
You went from Cali to Vegas for gambling: great plan
You and Charron should star in a re-enactment of Rain Man!
I like that, âcause that means that Coreyâs the slow guy!
But say, fam, whatâs good with that paper chase when it goes dark?
And you sweatinâ at the slots, makinâ payments to loan sharks?
Every battle, he accept without a thought, make him take it with no spark
So now money gettinâ washed: Jason Bateman in Ozark!
Fans still riding hard because theyâve likely overwritten
Need for cash behind the bars like it was live at Folsom Prison
It must hurt to walk the line of catching bullets in your face
Or lookinâ like you used to keepinâ bulletins in place
What Pete compose is decomposed
Heat froze in full emit decay
Five feet to go, already got a foot up in his grave
And I got OCD, conditions push in different ways
I got an arbitrary system for how books should get arranged
And itâs that OCD thatâs got me cookinâ him today...
âCause thatâs what made me need to check Two Times just to put him in his place!
Pete gets a brief death, you won the cowardâs lottery
So you Two-Time Everything...plus rounds you lost to me!
Quality!
[Round 2: The Saurus]
Rain Man, I gotta comment on how dope that bar isâŠ
Mostly because you called Charron retarded!
Now we in the Northwest
Since birth, the kidâs earned stripes
You starred in the movie Kick-Ass...
Hi- Hit-Girl, right?
Last battle of the year, though, so I gotta tell the truth
Iâm tryinâ to end this on a high note like an acapella group
My pitch perfect
Iâm on the attack, Iâm a insurgent
Your bitch askinâ me âCome again?â like she misheard it
Flip trick, she only rode halfpipe and got inverted
Said shit like Illipsis, then gave this dick lip service!
Listen, we got some shit to settle
Pick your poison: pen or pencil
Pick your tempo
Five Fingers of Death, pick the instrumentals
He can write a little, but thereâs different levels of disrespectful
Round to his chest, give the kid a Special Olympics medal
You shoulda switched your schedule
You canât match me at my penmanship
Iâll give the kid this work like he asked for an apprenticeship
Then at the end of this, heâll still be actinâ like weâre friends and shit
But bitch, Iâm only burying the hatchet if itâs evidence!
I never miss a shot, I got Special Ops training
They said I got lazy
Nah, I just had my weapon on safety
You think this little blonde ladyâs interceptinâ Tom Brady!?
This a bad impressionist against a Renaissance painting!
I am not playing, Illipsis
You will never get away witâ this
You picked the worst time to come out: you Kevin Spaceyâd it
So face it, bitch!
To win, youâll have to kill me first
Iâll give your bitch that pipe so big, she calls it âthe Lil G verseâ
[Round 3: Illipsis + The Saurus]
You might think itâs hate for Pete - itâs truly all banter
But dawg, are you a bald panda or an off-duty mall Santa?
Boy, youâve been bad this year
Just goinâ through the process for a check
Code word was ânaughty listâ
âCause that means now a cold sock is all he can expect
The tartar drowns Pete
Plus your Charlie rounds weak
And now your stock is decline
Thatâs word to Charlie Brownâs tree
I mean, you sucked versâ Clips - remember?
Shoulda done your writtens better
Instead of bringinâ garbage threads that you fuckinâ stitched together like an ugly Christmas sweater
Shit, whatever!
Kris Pringles hoped the bag had dropped
Iâll send Scrooge to an early grave just to advance the plot
Black Peteâs eyes on the side, it piss the Spanish off
Me, I been whippinâ kids in the street
Why send Santa Claus to Krampusnacht!?
They gas him on this platform
Got him flashinâ back to Laugh Nâ Stalk
Get different for the green, I got the faces on the banner swapped
Cameras on, got the Grandmaster broadcastinâ dawg
And now Iâll smash a god in the arena like Ragnarok!
Damn, itâs been a long time cominâ, but his ego crazy
Went from tweet quotes daily to sayinâ âHe wonât faze meâ
Claimed he wasnât fuckinâ witâ the kid
Watch Pete go spacy (Spacey)
I ainât seen somethinâ Greek so flaky since phyllo pastry!
I got the cheat codes, baby
Yâall sent heart disease to spar witâ me?
Iâm armed for speed
Now Super Meat Boy ainât even hard to beat
And pardon me, sir, but your appearance is awful
You been doinâ lines of lard and leavinâ grease in your nostrils
Fuck G Double E - heâs really leading the Ronalds
âCause youâre out here puttinâ the âMCâ in McDonaldâs!
Aight, listen, White Grimace
Iâm sure itâs just the cocoa beans talkinâ
Or you got a full-blown sweets problem, Cold Stone Steve Austin
Thatâs exactly why he may deserve the chain
But for the chain of command, it prolly ainât in the plans
âCause that means makinâ that face the face of the brand
And face it, looks like someone hit your face with a brand
Tell Jonah Hex-meets-Jonah Hill they need a leader with some pull
Prokofiev: the only time you hearinâ Peter and the Wolf
Youâre just a gatekeeper now, and itâs fillinâ him with wrath
GandalfâŠold man fell off screaminâ and broke his bridges witâ the staff!
âCause Peter Morris seen too many seasons since when he could feel importance
They set you up to lose that chain, and since, your dreams have been distorted
Now contenders are the I.C.Eâs and the Tezâs, so then Peter needs to forfeit
If they already know the statement that theyâre makinâ and the way theyâre gonna say it
Homie, what would make you think thereâs any need for a The Saurus!?
Itâs fire
Confirmed fire
Cut the waterworks!
Your opportunities, you botched âem first
Every other battle, bobbled spurts
Clips, forgot your third
Then your whole identity adopted an ironic turn
âCause whoâd expect to see The Saurus at a loss for words!?
Heard you got a photographic memory
CoolâŠI got sociopathic tendencies!
An open glass of Hennessy and total lack of empathy
The Saurus, your apotheosis was a mediocre rap celebrity
A tiny star stuck inside a slow, collapsing entropy
Wanting to be King again, and knowing that youâll never be
Too obstinate to quit, and heâs too old to catch a second breeze
A broken, fat, pathetic piece of mopey adolescence
Heâs been lowered into debts of his own overdrafted legacy!
Rest in grease
Jesus, howâd you fall so low so fast?
Howâd your bravado hold you back while it was caught in rolls of fat?
Caught him lashinâ out at homies that he thought had stole his chance
A smokescreen hiding your decline in a revolving cloak of ash
Even on the bottom rung, youâre hanging on with broken hands
Youâll still be holding on to rap, âcause homie, all you know is THAT!
[Round 3: The Saurus]
Yo!
Now weâve all got vices in our lives that some folks wonât let go
And that chocolate ice cream addictionâs mine âcause COLD STONE SAID SO!
Alright, look
My last verse of 2017âŠit ainât a resolution list
Death row inmate: you gonna see what execution is
The cross will lay him flat
Donât forget the crucifix
Every line stands on its own, Iâm an evolutionist
He ainât never threw a fist, though, âcause this pansyâs threatened
By that The Saurus heat
War & Peace to a Panzer engine?
Wait, that whole bit this ho bit from a battle legend
Keep it 100 - that was something that you jacked from Pesci
A bad impression
Gallagher: Iâll smash your melon
Yeah, son first went viral in his adolescence
But Iâm back tearinâ you up: thatâs a staph infection!
He thought that it was in remission, but the cancerâs spreadinâ
Now class in session
Yeah, we had some tension
But his chick gave me a hand: thatâs a happy endinâ
Iâll dead Nat in a nanosecond
Arms wavinâ like a class of freshmen tryinâ to ask a question!
Tool Time! Black and deck him
Look how sad heâs gettinâ
Now that the damage sets in from me using his craft in
âCause I ainât come to joke around, little homie
I had a message
Your bars are worthless writtens, mine are âearn a livinââ
Thatâs expensive
Time