[Round 1: Ty Pretty]
Said, n***a, I ain't showin' no respect
None of y'all pose a threat
Last week, I rapped for Smack, and when he reacted, n***a damn near broke his neck
It's time to get intact wit' a real n***a spittin' facts
When these n***as rap, if you ain't gettin' stabbed, you gettin' clapped
If you ain't got the knife, they gon' get the strap
First they sellin' dope, then they pitchin' crack
The shit is wack!
He like Cole from Martin
Always talkin' stupid, and every time you see him, it's different cap
But you flippin' packs, and that sound good until that time come
See, I know - I used to make white sales...'til I was inside one
I put in mad work
Was quick to rumble, and prison just made the jab worse
Now I fight with passion
Michael Jackson, 'cause before you beat me to the white meat, I'mma black first
Peep my disposition
And rappin' in front of Smack is what got me in this position
Where P tried to shake me up like, "It's gon' be a lot of n***as spittin', and it's gon' be judged."
I'm like, "Is this n***a kiddin'!?"
I started to get offended, 'cause ain't no competition!
And fuck a judge, 'cause last time I was in front of one, I was gettin' sentenced!
I'm talkin' 20 years with 10 suspended
And I maxed out
Y'ALL n***as took the rap route!
And it sound good in a rap bout
But I only respect real n***as that live what they rap-
Bitch, you 'bout as ho as it gets
And I'm surely convinced
How the fans let him talk about totin' a grip wit' coke on the strip
But criticize Bigg K for exposin' a snitch
I hate you n***as, and now y'all really got me upset
Never battled on the URL, and still I get acknowledged by vets
So while you tryin' to duplicate Nitty, rappin' 'bout poppin' a TEC
Just ask Smack - bitch, You Can't Copy Respect
I told y'all, I'mma make it hard for you to feel n***as
'Cause it's a difference between being a battle rapper and a real n***a
[Round 1: Blik The Barbarian]
Before I was Blik, knife work
I ain't even let the semi spray
Nino Brown, blade in hand
"Ty, I never liked yo' Pretty ass anyway."
Floss hit me like, "Blik, you ready for the Crucibles?"
I said, "I am, truly."
He said, "Bro, you gotta put on a show."
I said, "N***a, it's 'bout to be a damn movie."
'Cause you just drafted Michael Jeffrey Jordan while the world was focused on Sam Bowie
New hand toolie
Do I know how to use it? Well, I'm unsure
But you best believe I'm 'bout to figure it out
See, I'm the Gun Lord
See, it all started out wit' one .4
Then I'm like, "I want more..."
Looked down, I had gun drawn
Looked up, I had grips for the strip
N***a, I was the neighborhood gun store
Loadin' the shells
If you think they call me Blik for battle rap, you don't know me well
On the block, I kept two arms cocked: Shang Tsung wit' the ponytail
And I been nice at this rap shit - you can't deny facts
I was special, 'cause at 16, my brother Re-Rock was at Sing Sing doin' five flat
He used to make me battle lifers on the phone, I'm talkin' live raps
Then he'd get back on the phone and be like, "N***a, you just won me 20 soups and five macs!"
Facts!
Ain't nobody put money on his books, n***a!
I helped him survive that!
Yo' time wastin'
.9 raisin', or that M, K: Annihilation
Hit his wig, mind erasin'
This ratchet pretty with a shot...Sanaa Lathan
Broke-ass n***a ain't gettin' no money, you dime-shavin'
Even though I'm in Charlotte rap-dumpin', back in Tampa, the trap jumpin'
N***as prob'ly in line waitin'!
I turned a quarter to a half
In the kitchen swirlin' the glass...lookin' like a wine tastin'!
(Time! Time! Time!)
[Round 2: Ty Pretty]
Shut yo' dumb ass up!