[Round 1: Kyd Slade]
My opponent is this n***a? Wow
The fact that I could find pictures of you wit' your hair dyed and fingernails painted while we was checkin' the files is crazy
I know the big homie that brought yo' ass home must really be proud
I mean, it's...it's clear that me and you got diametrical styles
You prob'ly slide in the car bangin'
But I hop out, shootin' by myself like a technical foul
Shit, I respect that you down, but truly it's hype
See, if I lose my temper, then one of you n***as is losin' a life
That shit'll ruin a night
You ever seen The Other Guys?
Boy, that suppressor'll make the bang outside look like the funeral fight
So fuck you finna do?
Tell a bunch of lies that rhyme?
Stand here lookin' corny as can be?
Front 'bout how you gettin' 'em sent from over there to over here
When I know them bitches is damn near 40 in the streets?
You got me fucked up
You think you gon' look like this and T-Top me to death 'bout bricks?
You got me fucked up
N***as love talkin' 'bout that half to a whole
But completely forget about that quarter from a 8 ball
You got me fucked up
You think you can go on a .com and find a chain like mines?
You got me fucked up!
And I ain't got no Eazy jail stories, 'cause me and bro keep money for bond
You got me fucked up
I'll shoot you from hugging distance
Two straps and another Biscuit
That's a rifle, and I'll send your soul on a shuttle mission!
Act up and your mother get it
Play on the side of caution - think
Or get shot and end up on the other side of the caution tape
Shit, I'm a savage wit' mines
I'll have mom dukes drastically cryin'
When I put that shotgun to your left temple and knock everything out the passenger side
Bro, rap trappin' is fine
But all lyrical crack and gats to the side, tuck yo' pride
'Cause all of mine harborin' a strap
I heard you like to speak your mind
Well, I'll leave everything you talkin' in your lap
Stuntin' on the front line for the bitches? Man, the squad ain't into that
You ever seen a picture of KD with his head down?
Yeah, n***a, we ballin' (baldin') from the back
My man call me for the strap? My left eye might jump
And at first glance, I feel the n***as on your side might run
But don't front, 'cause every n***a in my squad gon' dump
We done put more hands on n***as than the Apollo stump!
Bitch, I'm a goony-goon!
You face-to-face wit' a n***a that keep a stupid tool
100-round, and every one of you n***as get a shot
This like the Rooney Rule
BANG!
Man, if you wanna get it, then get it right
N***a came in poppin' shit, but he left this bitch fightin' for his life
It's G-O-D
If your life fucked up, I'll put some hope in it
I'm the God - say my name in vain (vein), I'll put some dope in it
Plug Talk
Say somethin' important
[Round 1: Tykoon Khrist]
What's poppin', URL?
We finally got action
I heard Kyd name was ringin' in New England
Bill Belichick, a leader in top fashion
But comin' at T-Top wit' all these drug references?
That's only gon' make you, easy to (Eazy The) Block, Captain!
Stop cappin'!
This the payment card industry
And P, see, I (PCI) knew he couldn't see I (C-I) in the middle of "Crucible"
You gave me Kyd, slayed it as usual
You shoulda seen it, the shit was beautiful
Yeah, I'm talkin' in past tense, 'cause I already know what the fuck I'm finna do to you
This shit's a piece of cake!
And I nailed it: cuticles
Elvis, hula hoops
You waste (waist) rounds about pounds you don't have
The shit delusional
Cubicle: workin' (work in) this square into another box
Now it's a funeral
Fame was too short!
Todd Shaw an oddball
Cyclops: for one, I (eye) red I had an opp to cool (optical)
I'm bold, Pine-Sol
Twigs - wit' the sticks, T wigs on a n***a: RuPaul
Charles! All dogs go to Heaven!
But barkin' louder? That'll only get your roof raised
Whether it's Doctor Doom or Doomsday, I'm not the one to meddle (metal) wit'
Hella strength
Put the heat to his heart...now he benevolent
Elephant: what's in the trunk is nuts...Lucy Van Pelt
I'm peltin' pellets wit' the Pelican!
He 'bout to step backwards
These pets are pesky
Pessimists have started a pandemic
Fresh stripes: peppermints
I meant pepper
My words twisted - fuck, dyslexic
Dog, like I'm handin' out the medicine
We both wolves!
N***a, I'm just the better likin' (lycan) like preference
Sneaker (sneak a)...plug...
Go ahead wit' the Devil shit!
Time
[Round 2: Kyd Slade]
You could climb up (*heh*), take any drug you want
Get high as you could be
I'm on God-level in that equality cypher-cypher
'Cause these n***as can't reside up here wit' me
These bitch-ass n***as love talkin' 'bout gettin' money
Boy, don't get up here and try that shit wit' me
Since a 8-ball, I been cakin'
But now it's Ben Franklin: a n***a electrifyin' wit' a ki' (key)
You see, my shine come from the street
And this lifestyle you wouldn't know
Remember seein' Lamaze class in movies - as kids, we said we wouldn't go?
Well, n***a, now my whole life is Lamaze class: pushin' (push and) blow!
Cookin' O's!
Stood in my kitchen wit' pies scramblin'
Watch that white slowly sink in the cold water
N***a, you seen the end of Titanic
Between the makeup and cosmetics...
Boy, you prolly done took a n***a out dancin'
There's some suspect shit about you
See, I ain't sayin' that you tell, but...
But a sit-down wit' this 12 gon' knock that suspect shit up out you
You look lost, let me reroute you
Man, your grind is shit
Your home league and friends over-gassed you and never told you that them rhymes is shit
Keep it cordial!
Don't approach me wit' no wildin' shit!
You gon' walk in on Real N***a Time and get rolled out wit' a time of death
Speakin' of Real N***a Time?
P, I'mma do mine
Y'all just do y'all part
You keep on linin' these weird-ass n***as, I'll knock 'em all off
Win this tournament, get that money, and start you a business, is what this fraud thought
Bitch, I been started a business...wit' $300 and the kitchen section at Wal-Mart
I'll serve your mother's mother, respectfully
If it's war time, then we extra deep
Say it's drama, and it's Lady Gaga
I'mma address the beef!
Yo' bitch, my house, my bed - nekkid sleep!
The grip is long...
These '85-ass n***as is really startin' to piss me off
P said, "Show you got potential"
Smack said, "You better give your all"
Not knowin' they put you on a collision course...wit' the Kalashnikov!
If we'd have battled up on the roof, bitch, I'd-a kicked you off!
RELAX...'fore I get the stick involved
This shit do a head sloppy
Yo' mother told yo' stupid ass you wasn't fit nor suited for the streets
And now she fittin' a suit on your dead body
My new bitch like, "Damn, papi, why you so damn sloppy?"
Shit, I had blow all over the table like air hockey
Trap n***a!
Trap n***a!
TRAP N***A!
We gon' talk trap money!? I really get that!
Gettin' loud, joinin' gangs just to be down - we never did that
'Cause bitch, the cool table wherever the fuck I sit at!
Plug Talk, n***a!
Go fuckin' reup or somethin'!
[Round 2: Tykoon Khrist]
The first round...I do him bad
Show him not to cap wit' me
This round, I get in my bag
And show bitch-ass n***as like you you can't rap wit' me
I told Kelz, "After I prevail, the battle rap world is ours"
Kings, queens
Anything you need
I'll sacrifice a thousand pawns
I'm God tears, smeared into a thousand ponds
Bumps and bruises, but refuse to lose it
A thousand thousands
Literally, the band aids (Band-Aids) around the scars
Scarred, wit' pride
Rock, havin' me nod in my palms
Christ, delivery Chris
I'm bringin' Kyd (Kid) Chaos...but to the world, I'm calm
This piece (Peace) will X men out!
This an awards show, and Halle Berry sittin' next to Ron Artest
I'm here to take the World by Storm!
Thomas Edison, it's galvanizin', Albert Einstein
The laser point...just like in the advertisements
Everything I do is real (Israel): Palestine-in'
Pallets pilin'
From the work I put in, they love God: Aphroditus
Mallus-minded
This mill' for Kyd...this a kid's meal!
Y'all gave me a small plate on the URL appeti-
Xerxes, Kings of Kings
I never left Earth - I made Earth leave
You the plug?
Thug, you look like a humbug
You must still be workin' on your first ki's (Keys): Alicia
Get the Bald- alopecia
Ya made your bed
Ask Fred - men make moves, and sucka, you sit still because of the way you act
Ya need ya, consequences
Common senses
After the "BOW", downed
Another sub, miss if (submissive) the young'uns triggered
You inferior to the superior
That's the message I'm kinda sendin' (condescendin')
If there's a problem? There's .9s and .50s
And Blood can get it all like comprehension
This the best y'all could do with the competition!?
This n***a's one-dimension!
A fuckin' drug-dealin' punchline rapper
I'm tired of you son of a bitches, gettin' over-glorified
When I think of real n***as, I can't think of more than five
Percent of them
He scary
Synonym, my way: whore, if I- (horrify)
Was you, I wouldn't get out of line, or I'mma need organ, eyes (organize)
Kyd need (kidney) heart to stand up to me
I give a fuck if he live or (liver) dies
You're in testin' (intestine)
Invest in, a vest then!
A headshot, make his head spin
I can't die
I only tell the truth, 'cause it's more to lies
Yo' style is...(*mmph*)
Bored of lines that you spit that doesn't commit to your core design
My Power range a-cross the world
And you really took this risk (wrist)?
Bitch, it's morphin' time
Fuckin' wit' me, he'll make it to the morgue in (Morgan) time
Or be a free man (Freeman)
Watch how I dead the kid
Or grab the Bulldog
My pet, a fo' be a (pedophobia)...fool to think I'm scared of Kyd (kid)
Leave him stinkin', thinkin'
Tyreek, he'll (Hill) have to do more than be ahead of the .4 to replace me, Chief
This is my slot
We not the same speed
You a PG-type n***a
And I'll double you are not gonna catch this
But basically, I just broke down how we not in the same league
PG, point guard
WR, wide receiver
The card read "Tykoon Khrist vs....J. Cole"
I denied his features
Hangin' the baby over Kyd, teasin', charge, I'm facetious
Another n***a from the East that can't fuck wit' me, n***a
Time

[Round 3: Kyd Slade]
We spin cash on blocks
Whip back profit and spend them stacks on Glocks
15 out the 30, I'll lift it and give you half the stock
Magnum pop, make you a burger like Travis Scott
I'll put a strap on my mini MAC...like a Apple Watch
The suit get tailored, then casket dropped
I'm clip-happy
Mama said, "You clean up after yourself, you make a mess. That's shit's nasty."
Well, I'll spill a n***a's shit, and let the news cover the mess like Big Daddy
You broke and big aggy
Boy, your stacks is skinny
I remember I got my first gun and start beefin' wit', like, half the city
Grab the blikky, but don't front like you want action wit' me
These stupid n***as can't see the large picture
Until it's your large picture in front the church 'cause the casket empty
You dumb n***a
'Cause beef ain't over 'til it's a death
You disappear or in a box, arms folded across your chest
My trigger finger? Boy, I'll make this .40 sound like a TEC
I hit you, then toss the blazer in a puddle
Mm-hmm, that's chivalry at its best
We gigglin' at your death
But let yo’ ass make it through
I’ll I grip the Mag', aim and shoot
And knock a piece of skin off of you that a graft can't renew
You livin' the opposite of what you preach? That's a sad way to move
You gon' go from so-called chasin' that bag to me literally puttin' one on ya head and now the bag chasin' you
Gettin' cash is the move
I know the struggle was ruthless, but we was never looked at as food
You see cause that was cause we was musclin' through it
It's nothin' to do it
I told my plug I was a hustler and proved it
When it was time to sell shit it was jail chess, if I touched it I moved it
Fuck is you stupid?
I seen the flier, it was like "Why is y'all playin'?"
Between his picture and dumb name, I thought one thang
N***a this a body on paper
Respect the real
When you see my name on the card, you should expect the feel
If you been hustlin’ all your life, and you ain’t bought a brick by now, you prob’ly never will!
Yo’ flow mediocre!
My shit give ‘em the death chill
They say he strong-minded and his will won’t break, but I bet his neck will
This shit REALLY the death chill!
But dawg, he corny
I know we here to judge raps, but…but keep it a stack
We…we can’t ignore he corny
Two stacks in each pocket
I keep a four piece on me
And I’ll raise the stock on a n***a like a 4340!
It's G-O-D
If your life fucked up, I'll put some hope in it
I'm the God - say my name in vain (vein), I'mma put some dope in it
Plug Talk
Ghost of Whitney on all streaming platforms
Fuck wit’ me
30!

[Tykoon Khrist]
Never

[Kyd Slade]
Better say somethin’ now

[Round 3: Tykoon Khrist]
Welcome to today’s session
You came here as Kyd Slade, but tonight I want to talk to David
One of God’s favorites
The failures that you enable, that’s not you
I want to talk to the kid in Kyd
Being Khrist, maybe I can save him
David, how hard for you was it growin’ up in Hartford?
The things you was offered, we starved from
Our top was the bottom that you'd start from
Apart from the art form that you aren't from
You painted this façade for so long, you forgot who you are, but
I'm here - confide in me!
I'll pick you up! No need to lie to shrink!
There's a lot of things we need to address
It feel like we been shoppin' on the Internet
What caused (cost) this, David?
Was your pops not home, or your moms was strugglin'?
So you start hustlin', because of the government that she couldn't try up?
So Kyd (kid) slang rock and David Slade (slayed) Goliath?
The Giant, that hindered the Black family for centuries
You wasn't good in chemistry
Or somehow tricked the industry into believing you was a God in science
The minds, lost in the Mayans (mines)
Bein' defiant makes it harder to find it
Your language? It was the strangest
It corresponded with the electrical appliance
Plug Talk?
You do know that the plug is someone who supplies the other drug dealers' drugs to pertain somethin' exclusive?
You proclaim the name "GOD", now your drugs multiply?
N***a, you must really think that you Yusuf
Lettin' these sidewalk n***as cement your road to success
But say less...
Let's pretend you are who you say for these people amusement
What are you movin'!?
A dub sack?
Still be losin'
A 3.5, but couldn't thrive to be a honor roll student!?
What, quarters, halves, fulls!? N***a, that's laughable!
Especially when you a user
David, you remind me of 28 grams
I don't believe a ounce of the shit you say you be doin'!
Face the music!
Tatted bill! Mags and pills!
He tryna get over the counter, but each punch left him standin' still
Man, for real, I know lieutenants, falcons, henchmen, and hitmen
Who really be gettin' it, persistent
Too deep in the business to be battle-rappin' or trappin' in the trenches
You don't get it! You are NOT the PLUG!
N***a, you have a plug! Know the difference!
The junkies, they know they suppliers
They never get to know the vendor!
N***a! Yo' slogan - it also strikes me wit' interest!
You say, "G-O-D - if your life fucked up, then I'mma put some hope in it
And if you say my name in vain (vein) then, n***a, well, I'mma put some dope in it"
The director David Slade done twilighted hisself into this cult image
You sell weed
But you basically sayin' you sell cocaine, methamphetamine, and heroin in both sentence
Those are the only drugs that can be injected
These battle rap lies be so convincin'
The opioid, sent to bloodstreams, be so addictive
Bro, just listen, I know some n***as
From Texas, who really put the "connect" in "Connecticut"
Bones and bows on the table, they eat wit' no ettiquette
I Real Deal'd to sell base, and use lane for more than medicine
Now I fiend to be on Caffiene
But you weird-ass battle rap n***as done turned this shit to another form of wrestlin'!
I hope this shit settle in before our session end
You are not the Plug - know what your connection is
Before you die with digression and lie in Heaven
I swear to God, don't t-
Damn...our time is up
Good for this session
If you need another appointment, go talk to my receptionist
And to URL Crucible: the third phase is where my next session is
It's Khrist - you gotta see me now and in the afterlife
Everybody wanna be the GOAT until it's time to get sacrificed
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