[Round 1: K-Shine]
After Suge, Beasley hit me up like, "How you feel about Calicoe?"
I said "That n***a aight, he got a nice lil style and flow."
He said "Good, cause he next up so I hope you got some rounds to go."
I switched my whole shit up like "N***a, FUCK CALICOE!"
All them rhymes about him gripping his hammer, letting his mallet go
Make me slide up like a dancer, howdy bro
Slap the shit out of him, slam him, let my cal' blow
Do more clapping than a grandma at a talent show
This y'all "Detroit Monster" the bully in the ring?
Keep cool, mask on, hoodie with his gauge
He laid back waiting for a n***a he could taste
He a Kool Aid n***a cause there's sugar in his tank
Now I can't even imagine you spraying fo's and aiming toast N***a... your name is Terraineo!
How the fuck I'm supposed to believe he let that 80 go and laying folks?
N***a... your name is Terraineo!
Now I can't even give him the benefit of the doubt and say
Maybe you let your flamer go
N***a... your name is Terraineo!
N***a... your name is Terraineo!
I ain't never heard a Terraineo bad as a motherfucker
I just know with a name like Terraineo, I'd be mad as a motherfucker!
Automatic but when I pull it's like a machine gun
Have him jumping ducking the bullets giving the rerun
Hawk 'em down, better be masked up with a mean gun
Seeing you masked the only way they say the D won
You a internet blogger, we grip these tools I sit you in the trauma, your lid's removed
Need a vistor's pass just to get you views
Cause all that internet talk will only get you tubed
Another 6 foot n***a with a death wish I could make you six foot deep with your head split
Give a fuck what color he claiming when that Tec spit
I put them colors together, clear that whole block
That's a Tec trick (Tetris)
They put a grain bred pit against a poodle
A motherfucking pure scotch sip against a Yoohoo
Me, that motherfucking shit versus doo doo
A motherfucking April Fools trick versus Voodoo
Now I'da killed him last year but I was sitting up top
I had to do a bid and I seen the n***a pops
I tried to give 'em dap but he was cleaning n***as socks
Or sitting by the bubble with his finger in his crotch
I said "Ain't you Terraineo daddy?
Ewww yo Why the fuck you so nasty?
Your son say y'all kill folks."
He said "Tell Terraineo shut the fuck up, he ain't never let no steel go
He ain't a rapper and a vibrator the only way he getting a deal tho (dildo)."
I replied "He said you was BMF and you was out there flipping pies."
He said "That's what I'm trying to tell you man, his mom be lying
I'm here for child support, I don't even think that n***a mine."
You a fucking liar Mr. Hightower, you ain't pushing lead
Only time you dropping them shells is when you cooking eggs
Slap the shit out of Lavida, give a foot to Ced
Put the 40 cal on Regina, give her a hook instead
Elbow to the fat bitch, mush her head
Mr. Hightower be gone like Romeo when I hit 'em with this Bullethead
ZIP EM UP!
[Round 1: Calicoe]
Calicoe versus K-Shine, you trying to get your stripes back, I got mine
You from the hood where they Harlem Shake?
I'm from the hood where a Glock 9 can leave him at a stop sign
He from a hood where they say "They'll put you on the water like a scuba n***a, you done scuba n***a." Stop lying
Every n***a I came with strapped like they ready to rock climb
The whole Dot Mob will get rotten dot com
For them chickens when I got the biscuit I Pop-eyes
It ain't your best battles when I give your top 5
Cause it's gon’ make New York one eye witness and Fox 5
Y'all know I'm not from out here, I know them channels and I'm not lying
It ain't gon’ take that much to get rid of Shine
I send a couple shots at Mook, X already X'd out Nemesis
Fuck Rex cause DNA already finished him
It's gon’ take more than Gatorade to replenish them
Since you acting like you rich and the cash bathe you
Smack security tight I hope the staff save you
Only reason Mook signed to a Cash label
Is cause they felt sorry about them 12 staples
Ah shit, was that something that wasn't supposed to leak out?
Well I ain't with the dry snitching so ain't nothing left to speak bout
Last time I was here a n***a told Big Proof to rest in Hell
Therefore respect is not an option that lesson failed
Hopefully them Dot Mob n***as will get the message well
When AR clips ripping his chest and his vest as well
See I'm trying to give 'em a clip like a blooper n***a
Call me Carlton I'm coming alone I don't need a group of n***as
Murda Mook through 'em at me like he was a super n***a
Everybody battle the rookies he choose to battle a vet? Stupid n***a!
For some reason when Harlem n***as get slack
They talk all this crazy shit in their slick raps
They talk all this money shit like they get stacks
Like packing a Mac in the back of the Ac' man that shit wack
Why the fuck would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac?!
In Detroit we ride with in our lap
Just like I told Nuborn, little n***a you just a middle man
Rex is under Mook, you under Rex, so what that makes you?
The little man's little man?
One question, how the fuck yo big homie got a big homie?
Against Suge he said "When he see that Tommy he'll figure (Hilfiger)"
I said that against Nuborn you tried to clone me
So I'ma clone myself a young n***a to get respect like a OG
So when that 40 bust I ain't freezing no OE
Remember when I first came to the league and I battled Yung III?
And everybody underestimated me they ain't know that I had skill?
Then III said "Who is this n***a?" off of that one line III got his fame
Y'all forgot? Me and my n***a III had a classic and I did my thing
N***a relax, it's cool, you stole my Tommy Hilfiger line from me
So I stole that from Mook I know that he'll say this y'all gon’ think I'm a wild guy
But don't he look just like that lil n***a from How High?
Aye Ness, it's the skin mark of Buddha
Y'all know he in Dot Mob but he swearing that his mags pop
And got a dot in the middle of his head and using his ass for the mascot
For cash/guap I'll leave Shine with a smashed top
He drop through Jersey and Baltimore, this his last stop
What you bout, 5'3"?
Looking worst than Nuborn standing beside me
It ain't gon’ be no need for a doctor and a IV
Cause who the fuck can I identify him
Once I start beating `em worst then a (?)
Snatching out this guy's teeth and I'm stealing his ID
He don't wanna try me, I let the Glock fly three
And let these bullets park in son (Parkinson)
And leave him shaking when I leave (Ali)
[Round 2: K-Shine]
This knucklehead been dead, I was just waiting for the drop
To treat him like parking and give whatever's vacant, a lot
Your block booming I send them goons in raiding your spot
With all heaper don't think that it's wolves/wall street when they raising the stock
Cause for that D I run Miles with that Heckler Koch
Duck tape Calicoe, get the rest of them shot
Let Big Mac go, bring Marmon to a stop
Play tic-tac-toe and put X in a box
Now real n***as do what they want so we don't play by rules
All them tough n***as you rap about, they not you I make sure all of y'all dead when I spray my tool
Or I'ma come around again like Déjà vu
Now this on true, Mook got a nice call about this dyke whore
To enlighten y'all to get in tune with his life more
Now he live outside of Detroit at place call Brightmoor
In a nice house with white doors
Red picket fence, lifeguards and a nice shore
N***a you living on the beach, where the fuck you let that 80 go?
You ain't even from the D, that's probably why you shady though
You ain't ever grip shit, switch clips, make a daisy grow
Think you Trick Trick n***a? Your name is Terraineo
See I knew what you was gon’ do? Be just like the rest
Say I get my rhymes from Mook, the punchline vet
How I switch my style up so I think I'm Rex
How you gon’ sing to `em, squeeze 10 and leave them stretched
But y'all pussy cause I ain't hear a dutch rhyme yet
They can't compare me to you, we too different
For instance, I make it rain in order for them to get it
You, hate the rain cause it be pouring in your kitchen
Me, I open up my 40 get `em lifted
N***a you open up your 40 and get a ticket
I be balling for New York without the Knick drawn
You ain't balling in Detroit, you just getting pissed on
I grip arms til its gone then I switch that
McDonalds, you could see number one and see the Big Mac
Get your whole leg cracked, that grizzly talk skip that I put all you bears/beers in a box like a 6 pack
Where the fuck is Smack?
Y'all know what I'm about to say, right?
You always come up with this dumb shit
Last n***a had stage fright, now y'all put a wrestler in a UFC cage fight
He a dolphin with one fin trying to swim with a great white
N***a you don't take shots, n***a you take pipe
N***a you don't love to fly, n***a you take flight
Better watch what you say like, cause they might, hold them 'K's tight
Go shot for shot at that line like they trying to break ice
I'm a brand new clip in the Nina type of nice
You a birthday card to Sharena type of nice
You say "K-Shine" they think of bringing heaters to a fight
Slugs flying, somebody ain't leaving here tonight
You say Terraineo, you think of "I could sleep him with a right
Put both hands around his throat, squeeze him out his life."
Most of my battles be 5 grand, I had to settle for a stack
Cause even though you light fire, you'll never be a match
Shout out to the n***a that sent Rex that damn text
Easy way to get your camp stretched
Planned death, after this shit we on a Lear jet to the Midwest
St. Louis n***a on bed rest, they're next, ZIP EM UP!
[Round 2: Calicoe]
So I was getting my Facebook on right, you know my pimping game good
Hoes keep talking bout my battle with a n***a named Suge
So I put it on my status like every other man would
And I got a inbox from a n***a named K-Shine
He like "What's good?"
I'm like "N***a, I'm chilling."
He say, "When your next battle? I say you the next victim."
He like, "Ever since I been out man your flow's been through the ceiling
I mean I killed Shotgun Suge but n***a you KILT him."
You know my reply to that was "Look at this wack ass n***a."
Always talking 'bout cans but never got stacks ass n***a
Swear he got the bag but never seen with packs ass n***a
On Twitter he the "I followed you so follow me back" ass n***a
You know they talk about matches living a trap ass n***a
Swear they don't like you
But when they see you they give you dap ass n***a"
If don't nobody know what I'm talking about
And happen to ask y'all n***as
Just say it's them "Packing the Mac in the back of the Ac ass" n***as
This what he had URL first I want the crowd to help me through my situation
Like I'ma be K-Shine, I want y'all to react like Dot Mob and show some crowd participation
Let me get to character, so if he roll up, I'm letting off Brazy if he do
My flow sick it belong in the crazy institution
But none of that really matters cause with that 80 I'm elusive
The wrong stare will get you rocked they should trade me for Medusa
Ever since I could remember I was a ruthless child
Dot Mob was relevant but they useless now
So if I catch Shine lurking, you fuck around and hear "poop, poop, pow!"
For being in My Projects I'ma turn that Coo Coo Cal
I'll shoot the pound, try to see a n***a brains ripped
That's the tip my hood used to be on when today they on the same shit
He hustling backwards, never making them profits on the cocaine shit
Therefore he in the streets pedaling for nothing, his chain slipped
I bang fit's so you better keep a Llama with you
You gon’ need government assistance like that shit Obama get you
Everybody getting touched when that drama hit you
Fuck with us? N***a we shooting even if yo mama with you
I wanna see my son make it, I'm a focused dad
After 8 blow you'll never know how man Eggos my toaster had
But when he boast and brag knowing that I toke the mag
He look just like the How High n***a so I'ma smoke his ass
So what your life like n***a? Mine quite hype
You push my buttons I might swing I'm on Fight Night
I'm trying to change some shit around to get my life right
But after I black out you couldn't see me with a night light
I'm confused, this clown still trying to say we related
When Miles been told y'all back in the day these fags dated
Mook was the one giving it, Rex was the one taking it
What Miles forgot to mention was Shine was the one taping it
You fucking homo's claiming to be so cold
If Smack had plaque's these pussies wouldn't go gold
All of y'all bitches y'all should all wear Manolos
And in the future he might be the better rapper
Cause I bet you he have a hot 16 after these 4-4's
Zip `em up!

[Round 3: K-Shine]
You ain't consistent with your rhymes, your talent like a seesaw
You see fast cash and react fast, you a Jackass
You talk violence but you ain't with that drama shit that we for
I'm a tour guy with that Desert bout to take 'em on a Detour
No, I mean a D tour, first stop Detroit I'ma get on my X-Factor shit with him
Walk on his porch in a tank top and some slippers in
Drag his punk ass to the shore, dip `em in
Missed a first shot on purpose to see him twitch again
Missed a first shot but I bet you that I won't miss again (Michigan)
I find him in LA do his bitch like a fisher, Bayer
Give her friends 24 like Kobe, take her
With that 40 like Ron Ron, trade her
To get to you I side by side face her to the water
Load up, Pow/Pau lake her/Laker
You get your apple picked when I click it on a hater
You'll be Indianapolis when I put you on a Pacer
Take you to the A where that trey pound spark
They don't need cocoa butter just to take out marks
They don't need a 22 just to lay down chalk
They'll throw that deuce up and get you A town stomped
(?) on deck, I'll let it peel all night
KOS all my n***a Kill On Sight
Send them Tec's just to make you feel all light
Swerving like Paul Wall put your grill on ice
You from Brightmoor, that's probably why you napkin soft
I'm from the side of New York where n***as letting them ratchets off
Big headed fucker, easy for them to clap it off
From the Big Apple where they turn that big apple to apple sauce
N***a said "Look out for DNA." I said "Where? What you a doctor?"
I said "What happened to that Spanish n***a?"
He said "Jo no say, he don't want nada. He all sweet inside."
I said, "Si pinata" so I leave him alone (?) de nada."
I'm hungry for a dollar when that block hot like lava I make the fiends cop on a bite like Estrada
Cortez drunk off that Puerto Rican rum and that vodka
That Puerto Rican chopper go que que que que pasa
As far as DNA, I hate yo fucking style
I hate yo fucking hairline, I hate yo fucking smile
I hate that fucking Mexican always in your shadow
And I hate that fucking hoodie you wear to every fucking battle
Now back to Terraineo cause this shit here is paid time
But for the record I'll kill both of you n***as, at the same time
I was taught if you don't catch `em, do a drive by
You was taught "If they don't catch you if you drive by."
I ring a Bell like Raja And for them chips I'll put you in a bag, wise guy
Your triangle cheesy, y'all Dorito made Onion rings around his eyes, you gon’ need those shades
When I pop corns don't let your eagles stay
Better pull a dipsey doodle or get Frito laid
You better have them goons when I'm holding a Tec
I'm hitting 12 like noon when I roll on a set
I don't care about them jewels that's froze on your neck
Like a pirate for that treasure I'll open your chest
ZIP EM THE FUCK UP!

[Round 3: Calicoe]
I hate when lil n***as talk big, that shit be having me thinking yo
Like you too small to match up with any of us
So what the fuck is you speaking for?
Say for instance I ain't had a Mag I bet this jab will leave you leaking though
He's not my friend that probably explains why I keep a 4 (foe)
He's supposed to stay on that shallow side he came deeper though
The bars I got kills n***as call that the grim reaper flow
He so small if he put his arms to his waist he'll damn near reach his toes
Therefore I ain't gotta Smack him or shoot him I'll throw his lil ass in a sleeper hold
Like "Go to sleep lil n***a, get knocked out like Rex and Mook used to."
It's probably new to you but trust me
This something that Rex and Mook used to
So we supposed to believe you gangsta serving 'caine and got the kush up
Cause you did 6 months in a boot camp and you look rough?
N***a you was locked in a place where your punishment was a push up
And you was eating steak you don't know about the cook ups
Moms and pops weekly putting money for your books up
He had a job call me anytime he needed a cook up
N***a was Master P I swear he had the- no, he just did everybody laundry
I know it ain't rhyme but who gives a fuck, this n***a suck
Goodz took time out to bury him, I'ma dig him up
Always on Murda Mook dick trying to big him up
After I clip him up I bet they'll really have to zip `em up
I got this acrobatic matic that'll flip 'em up
And trust me when they seen these (CD) burners it'll rip `em up
So listen up, I be reading these n***as
Always talking bout the streets but who believe in these n***as?
When I look at them it's something I don't see in these n***as
I'm on my mama I don't think it's this much of G in these n***as
For the simple fact they roll with clowns like that light skin n***a
Making frowns and dancing around, what you the hype man n***a?
Well I'ma show you n***as what mags do
Fuck around and blast two, have one of my n***as drag you until you leaking Ragu
The shit gon’ be looking sad too, call 'em the body bag crew
Matter fact that song might happen after I body bag you
Yo n***as against my n***as, let's have a standoff
Mook was at a club at Detroit called Luckies, I swear to God your man soft
I was in the club showing love on my mama this what your man saw
Me chilling with 20 n***as and rolled out like a quarterback after a hand off
I hate n***as that be fronting for the booth
When it's danger I drain `em, put a gutter in his roof
Who is Dot Mob? The fans don't know nothing but Mook
With that Heat I'm Eddie House, I don't do nothing but shoot
Nine bullets for nine lives I kill cats My life like a game of Jenga I build stacks
Try to roll up on me but your wheels flat
How you living that Jay-Z with Meek Mill stacks?
After a n***a battle me I make him feel wack
Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real rap!