[Round 1: Real Deal]
It's Young Kannon, the half black, half Mexican rapper
Real average pen game to go with even more mediocre swagger
Nothing he'll say today will be worth referencing after
But y'all might think he's nice if you don't like bars and think aggression's a factor
I mean his hands are waving, he's animated, the dude is hype
But you can't escape it, what Kannon's saying is super light
It's always the loudest in the room got to act the toughest
I'll beat your face til you leaking out in gallon buckets
We'll take it outside I'ma beat your ass in public
It's routine for me to flip like Gabby Douglas
You soft as a Push Pop and your whole corner looks soft
Oh but he's from Chicago, I don't give a fuck I still think Jordan pushed off
You'd been better off bringing out Chicago with ya
I'll stomp your face til it looks like Picasso picture
Then I'll lay the pipe to your chicana sister
And enjoy an after sex cigarette and eat a taco with her
You? You look like the type as a kid, used to get drinks and put your mouth around the whole fountain
You is that kid when everyone would go swimming with floaties on in the shallow end of pool drowning
I bet my life you wore a helmet but not the kind we all have for sports
And when a teacher asks you a tough question you scratched your hair, shook your head and rocked back and forth
In other words, you're propeller on a snapback slow
That's why it's laugh tracks whenever your wack ass goes
You say you clap Macs? Scratch that, backtrack bro
Let's be Frank, you roll with a Rat Pack bro
That's why nobody out here believes you when you acting like you so hard
You probably convert to Islam in the back of a patrol car
You couldn't see Kannon, not with your best bars on your best day
Young grasshopper trying to spar with the sensei
I'll bury you, they'll find your dead carcass the next day
I am a school teacher, I will put red marks on an essay/esse
[Round 2: Real Deal]
Imaginations be running wild, I find it kind of bizarre
Like rappers used to lie a couple times on an album now it's like five times in a bar
Take this asshole for example, he the type to say something like, "I roll up in that Benzo with a hundred goons, aim the Macs we spraying rounds"
Whoo! That sounded kind of tight, but then you look at him and break it down
"I roll up in that Benzo" You know damn well you drive a Prius
"With a 100 goons" You just look lonely, three people the most you've ever been seen with
"Aiming Macs" You don't own a hand gun
"Spraying rounds" You wouldn't shoot me if you had one
Someone needs to police this
Like the next time you spitting about the AR spraying
I'm just gonna pop up out of nowhere like a State Farm Agent
That's why real G's from Chi-Town don't hang around you Kannon
Cause you a circus act and you can always spot the clown in Kannon/cannon
But you a killer, right?
You don't strike me as the capable type
As a matter of fact, around you I've never felt so safe in my life
And it's crazy cause I've been to some safe places like suburban parks, confession booths
Um, country farms, my mother's arms
But I just feel like around you like I'm in for absolutely no upcoming harm
But you rep that 96 Mob, right? That's who running with you?
Probably cause you needed protection so you jumped in a crew
I ain't trying to brag but I've been in a rumble or two
And I didn't claim nothing Like Lauryn Hill and I still got the W-2/too
Ooooh, what's that papi? Sorry, hablo no espanol
It's only right that I show you how the left hand rolls
Fists digging in his chest like a dead man's gold
I'll stomp your motherfucking face until your headband folds
So I'm not even out here listening to anything that Paco screams
Cause he came on national television wearing Paco Jeans
[Round 3: Real Deal]
He also be lying in his music and it's giving him a bad rep
He drowns in his local talent pool even though the music lacks depth
He tried to dive in mainstream but all he does is stack debts
So how can Kannon ball if he hasn't made a splash yet
You ever heard Kannon on wax yet?
It's embarrassing
Went to buy his record on iTunes it said, "Listeners also bought...heroin"
You are absolutely titty you don't constitute as a threat
You're not even a real rapper, you just stayed at a Holiday Express
And your name's "Kannon", right? Well picture this
He's trying to get exposure
He's gon' see a shot zoom by in a flash cause you ain't getting any closer
He's that new crop of rappers well today I think it's fair to say your image needs adjusting
It's pixelated, we see every bit the square display
I'm trying to go to one of your shows in the front row like, "Let me catch you slipping."
I jump on stage and steal your shine like Papoose spitting
Since you type trash then it's white trash you getting
There will be a cold case after a cold case of Pabst Blue Ribbon
As far as this ring go I'm Ringo, this gringo Star
I'm not bilingual, my lingo's bring those bars
You ever had a punch that made you think, "How's he swing so hard?"
Cover your whole eye/I up like a bingo card
Where's your mamacita at?
Cause you know once I make that move then it's curtains
No one liners just one line I have her doing detergent
She an alcoholic, no telling what she'll do for a bourbon
For a sixer she'll cradle the balls like Julius Ervin
She seen me holding down the club like Neanderthals
So she grab me try to pull me to a random stall
She told me, "Hurry up and finish before Kannon calls."
So I rubbed it in her mouth like some Anbesol
Now that's the kind of girl you would wife, tell me the truth, isn't it?
Your Forte is to go bare/Bear so you run it back to the clinic quick
You gon' catch something foul like a Cub's fan but then you'd finally get your wish
You'd be just like Al Capone, a Chi-Town gangster that died of Syphilis