[Round 1: QP]
I say, the upkeep when you tuck heat...I’m sayin’ it’s good maintenance
Boys in blue’ll come, the rule of thumb, you gotta break into foot races
Grip the plastic, surge in (surgeon), nurse in (nursin')
‘K give the hood face lift
‘Fore I bow heads wit’ the mill’ (meal), you better pray to stay...in my good graces!
Good payments
Fuckin’ my bitch for free…
Nah, n***a, look for the upsale
Bill Cosby, pills probably
The work I put in (pudding) to fuck? Well, it’s insane
Padded wall thinking, you puttin’ me into what cell?
Lookin’ for work, out your mind, put a bullet in (bulletin) - what help?
That’s kinda crazy in that case, sing (casing)
And that case get put in this nutshell
You actin’ dumb? Well...on point lyin’, only if it’s a dunce cap
Get a round on your head
Leavin’ this world (whirl), spinnin’, it’s just that
The Cal’ lickin’ - how fittin’
Wiggin’, diggin’, then plug that
And what’s what? Good grade of hair
N***a, you aware (wear) that this is that rough patch!
Up shit’s creek without a paddle, while it’s crawlin’ with critters
Denial (the Nile) levied (levee) against him in his current situation
Boy might be a fisher
Water you deposited, and that’s cold
When will I see (icy) the shivers!?
When everybody knows he’s runnin’ his mouth en route to...cry me a river!
He dates a whitey - this n***a
Uncool and as fake as time was
She do that not only to powder her nose, but it’s for your blow when she break ya lines up
So when she go to put her face on, K knows that it ain’t surprise ya
Paint the skies up
‘Cause medics to show up since it already takes her time up
MAC pow to (powder) the face
In this case - (*chk-chk*) - it’ll literally make his mind up
The fakest style, just...nothin’ real ‘bout family online
Just...you probably got real catfish parents
Discounted, n***a - plain (plane) to see (sea)
Bbbbrrrrr...how did that get clearance?
Here is the Filipino wordsmith
Only Earth purpose is to rap flip lyrics
Yeah, no lying, it’s a curse if (cursive) you ain’t get the word is…
N***a, if the cap fits, (s)wear it
Time
[Round 1: Emerson Kennedy]
QP the houseguest type
Never been about that life
I saw shit goin’ down, right? Soon as they booked the Southwest flight
Don’t let your mouth get right
Your chick? Don’t send for her
My opponents had been slaughtered, so what’s wit’ this shrimp order?
I been applyin’ for the Giants
Don’t get your friend tore up
How you permanently gettin’ badder (batter), but still got this...temp aura (tempura)?
Been swore in, bent corners
I took risks to meet the mark
I started wit’ a ki’...now I don’t need a key to start
The electric engine, eclectic vision
All my goals got metrics in ‘em
My father cold, neglectin’ visits, so it molded his death and distance
If I kill QP, why don’t you corner him in Heaven
And tell him his son said his absence was stronger than his presence?
I’m a monster wit’ a message
Wit’ blessings alight schemes
The right means to fight fiends, you gon’ replay tonight’s scenes
Nightmares of barrels blastin’, QP, it ain’t a pipe dream
It’s not your finest hour
You trappin’ to the highest power?
Gettin’ it coming overseas? I doubt you lying, coward
Snow angel: got you lyin’ about flying in the powder
Fuck the doubters - this a test
I disinfect, this bitch a pest
I offered JB to pay half just so you could get the wreck (direct)
I’m Donald Trump leavin’ Ivana: you could say we split the check (Czech)
This the West, I’m huntin’ still
Your royal team get hunt and killed
You’ll go from bein’ in the Kings’ guard...to seein’ if your Buddy healed (Hield)
I been runnin’ in muddy fields
You been tellin’ silly fables
QP, this what really made you
This ain’t a...easy kill they gave you
They hit us on a Wednesday...probably still ain’t paid you
I said, you could go by the weekend (Weeknd) if you think you really able (Abel)
‘Nother corpse to fill my stable, and this is what you got for me?
These Empire-watchin’ n***as? That network is not for me
Those politics a mockery, and maybe it’s the ‘Pac in me
But ask Michael J….just how shaky Fox could be
N***a, this my property - you ain’t walkin’ me out
I probably doubt the fact you chalkin’ me out
You’ll get knocked ‘cause you not gon’ be knockin’ me out
I studied my poise and (poison) talks: I...call a G (toxicology) out
This is what E about…
These are gems I am givin’ you
Recognize what you listenin’ to
‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle?
It’s on you, my G
[Round 2: QP]
I say, what’s a trust fall?
N***a, a trust fall is...can you catch yourself? No
Like will I join in the high school hall of fame, get all the stain, and hang myself from the rafters? Hell no
So if you on the edge, which means the ledge
People goin’ through depression sell souls
So upliftin’ words? Fat chance
Did that expression help? No
‘Cause when someone say you’re puttin’ on - wait (weight) - he just said that ya let yourself go
I’ll let a shell go, ammunition: that’s a must-get (musket)
Woo! I’m breakin’ it down
You half-eyein’ me crooked, that full metal jacket will straighten him out
Seven in the clip, one in the head, meaning only eight is allowed
Easy as pie (pi) - the reasoning why? ‘Cause he’s in my radius now
So if he die, am I the (diameter) reason? Well, I’ve been spacin’ it out
Walkin’ my perimeter, and just ended up...n***a, makin’ my rounds!
Talkin’ the most basic of loud - it ain’t medical
That surely ain’t for health
I kinda laughed at his reggie, like when Eddie Murphy played hisself
Mm-hmm? Mm-hmm?
Besides that home-grown, which I long known that he fuckin’ made himself
He’ll spend a day in Hell, tryin’ to stress and figure out which hybrid this hybrid seeds…
You’ll purely strain yourself
N***a, the range is selfish
2020, I’m seein’ the view clear
I’ve been out a while now for cryin’ out loud
It’s nice to be in a new tier (tear)!
I say, the resolution is the weapon shootin’
If you drinkin’, the proof’s clear
Problem solved - if you drop the ball, just let me help you ring in the new year!
...And you queer!
Emerson Kennedy, women and men agree...you the girliest man
Talk about the toy lit (toilet)
Boy, shit! You’d enjoy pissin’, gettin’ swirlied again
Walkin’ around wit’ the caveman’s span - willpower (wheel power)...the earliest plan
Tryna smooth things out, while you circle the land
‘Caine enabled (Cain and Abel) the brother...you’ll discover...that that’s the service again
Blood required...love, desire...plus demise and the birth of a lamb!
Can’t enjoy the fruits of your labors during the squeeze
Jesus, you know how much this shit worth in the can?
Brother get jealous, what are you tryin’ to tell us? That the church breed the damned!
Out here tryna rap like Eminem mimickin’...nerdy as Stan!
Throwin’ mud in its earliest stage...as early as sand!
So don’t talk about doin’ dirt wit’ this n***a...or tryin’ to make a scurry to plan
‘Cause if he hear 'bout you doin’ somethin’ sick or ill, he gon’ try not dirty his hands!
...Time
[Round 2: Emerson Kennedy]
Every battle feel like my final one…
It’s not ‘cause I’m tryin’ to run
Just I fell out of love wit’ rap...felt like my time has come
And it’s not ‘cause the violence won...it’s more ‘cause where I find the S.O.N
Lower bracket contrasted to where your rise begun
Your sob story kinda tore me
For you, I’m tryna carve a new one
Without downplayin’ what you’ve done, or hatin’ on your crew run
But how do I give you a classic and bring you to a new rung
When we both know the best QP you’ve been five years removed from?
What lately have you done? Couple funny new schemes?
This little funny routine got you rappin’ long as the money still green?
I’m as mad gettin’ you now while I’m huntin’ new things
As I would’ve been gettin’ excited for you back in 2015, n***a
So these vets seemin’ godly? Empty threats he embodies
Rap was s’posed to be your ticket, but I guess QP is sloppy
I don’t show my side hustle, I’m not just wrestlin’ with zombies
I’m runnin’ for the mayor while y’all just see (Jussie) the body
Don’t suggest recent homis, I’m different from those persons
You spittin’ those old verses, I’m ditch-diggin’ for yo’ service
Cops tryin’ to track my shoe marks, news said it was so worthless
Tryin’ to find me and them cells, how I left them soul-searchin’
So perfect...goals workin’
All your life, been tryin’ to scheme
Which kinda means you kinda mean, just not as keen what I have seen
I’ve lost way too many n***as, I’m tryna build a time machine
My heart (Hart) turned to blackened (Black and) Rock: it’s not a Jumanji scene
And you come from honest means
Now you a novice wit’ the drugs, no spot from decent plugs
That’s why yo’ stock won’t even budge
You’re Predator to my prey, That means I’m Arnold wit’ the snub
So when I’m coverin’ my face, you know I got it out the mud
This a dub, I need a thousand, to keep lessons compounding
Or I’ll throw down on purpose: it’s intentional grounding
These ain’t conventional rounds and
So save me the vet speech
Don’t “let’s speak” on chest beats!
Your heart don’t match, it’s just weak
I tell him, “Don’t take a breath...or we’ll see if the dead speak.”
Soon as he...exhale (Excel), coroner have to spread sheets
And the funeral is next week…
Ain’t no chance he makes it
Forgive that spreadsheet line - it was just a blanket statement
And you ain’t Michael Jackson, baby
You just fake it-fake it
QP, I ain’t gon’ exchange shots with you
On the West, we play make it-take it
N***a, the goals I set you chase it
These are gems that I’m givin’ you
Recognize what you listenin’ to
‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle?

[Round 3: QP]
I say, yo...sir
You a creep, a John, a peeping Tom - fuck it, every one combined
A pedophile, protect your child
Public records...everyone could find
On the contract, when you get contact, you see that shit directly underlined
A real weirdo when he’s near hoes
If...maybe if Leslie wasn’t shy, he wouldn’t become the guy stalkin’ (stocking) these hoes
Knee to toe, even though it’s best to hug the thighs
Plus besides, off the rip, if it snags and shit, here’s a fashion tip: that’s somethin’ you shouldn’t run behind
Now that’s...crazy
If your woman’s fine, I’ll do a scaled attack on her and have my...way wit’ you
After she make my burger, King, theme music
I’ll have my way with you
Usher in a new era
Confession: I’ll have 'My Way' with you
Wicked, which (witch) means listen, explicit
Which means I’ll have my way
Wit’ you...actin’ like a Kings, then (Kingston) I gotta capitalize
I got ya makin’ (Jamaican) moves
Gettin’ bucks per clip - what’s this? N***a, that’s pay-per-view!
And you gotta look at it from a lady’s view
If a bitch never seen a job well done, what does the bitch rarely find?
Bloody mistake, cuttin’ the plate...such a drip, steady knife
Blowjobs out of the water
The mouth of your daughter, she suck dick every time
I blow it out of proportion, and of course when she doesn’t...get every line
Even wit’ no crowd reaction, the way we stackin’, n***a, the chips gettin’ high
She’s interested - why?
Heh...sorta like magic ‘cause that’s when the bitch does the trick every time
N***a, what’s good?
And for them dead presidents, I’mma truck you, cashin’ wit’ the piece
Decapitate ya...crack the safe to…
Rent-A-Cops? I’m snappin’ in the least
Go ‘head and carry on
No - heads in carry-ons
Actually what you see...is Eight Heads In A Duffel Bag
Must been had that that n***a practice what he preach!
I said, Emerson Kennedy, Emerson Kennedy
Did your parents think it through? That’s lame
Never trust a brother wit’ the government there to meet wit’ two last names
Yeah...yeah, the guy who doesn’t break the Kit-Kat down individually when he's tearin’ through that slang
For how he didn’t break the bar down
How bizarre how...he ain’t have a clue that’s strange
Then what happens?
I’m swimmin’ in coin into the point where I’m Ebeneezer Scrooge - that’s change
He likes to read my escorts’ books start to finish, so when he gets to the end and he’s like, “There’s the new Backpage”
And you’re more like Mr. Deeds if you look indeed, ‘cause, n***a, clearly you half-made (maid)
Then what happens?
Leave him down in slow-motion - oh, you ain’t heard the new Max Payne!
N***a, time

[Round 3: Emerson Kennedy]
I’ve been tryin’ to find where your fire went…
‘Cause I damn sure witnessed the rise of it
Your unrivaled wit unraveled, which spiraled quick to lighter shit
This current design in all your rhymin’ feel like Ramen in your diet shit
These quick meals you pitch deal ain’t headlining flyer shit
Those deadlines expire quick
Now you’re headlinin’ Chrysler whips
How you homeless, n***a?
I honed this inner chi (energy) like Iron Fist
You intervene? I line your shit
The bigotry I’m fightin’ wit’
Prove White Men Can’t Jump me: Sidney Dean, the visor flip
How they place me wit’ Woody Harrelson, when this specific flick is destiny?
‘Cause even if your hook shot land, only gon’ place your chick in Jeopardy
Ya faith a distant memory
There’s lessons on rewinds
Revealed cracks in your attacks via “presence” and deep lines
Only a blessing to weak minds
Now you messin’ wit’ me time
‘Cause shooting stars can’t keep shining taking legends on decline
So this a uphill battle, one I knew I couldn’t win
‘Cause I’ll never get to battle that QP you should’ve been
A reminder of what shoulda been, when you was bold wit’ the pencil
And you right - you are my biggest fear...and that’s bein’ old wit’ potential
Ain’t walk that road you was meant to, and the plans you made was foul
Lack of evolution led to this antiquated style
Now it’s easily replicated - don’t have plans to change it now
‘Cause the reason he never made it’s why demand’s erasin’ now
You lack that classic spark
The rap that had your massive start
Only made you yesterday’s GOAT in today’s Jurassic Park
When fans, in violent rages, decide who shine in stages
They say everyone’s getting hotter, but I decline to find the faces
Fuck the ladder to success if every time I climb, it (climate) changes
These are miracles I am givin’ you
Recognize what you listenin’ to
‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle?
Time