[Round 1: Sheed Happens]
"You had one job
Ayo Sheed. You really pissed me off
That rehearsing shit was not planned"
Man
Damn
Hustle
Why would you insist we spar?
Aww
I had the fans in my palm
Wishing me luck on my all my endeavors
And then the tabloids read
Bold said, "Hustle and Sheed are sparing together."
All I seen where Tweets that were mean
The YouTube/Caffeine comments, no better
You know I even read a n***a wished I was dead
I saw that on a "fuck you" thread like Conor McGregor
That ain't common from hecklers
If I said it ain't bothеr Sheed I'd be a goddamn liar
I got some advice from two vеts that y'all respect that's higher
Did I learn anything? No!
Cause deep down I'm thinkin', "My rounds cool. But I bet his rounds fire."
I told him, "Let's go 'head and practice outside. And run these rounds right by ya!"
Fire!
Headshot; Mariah
Then I ditched the Cannon
Got Chaos all in the head, now he's schizophrenic
It cause instant damage
Look
I know you've got a pen but outta the bottle a Klonopin
I don't know what your plans are
But after you take two of these
You're going to have to manager your madness like Anwar
Or is it "Onwar"?
Fuck it, I grab the gun at the arm bar
And put the small arm in the arm part of the Dodge Dart
Skirt off in an armed car
Your location? How did you know that like Nardwuar?
The dot, the scope
It resemble a symbol of Wal-Mart
Leg across the face, and pull, it's an armbar
Gettin' blood off the floor and his door is the hard part
All spark
Get Chaos all over Swamp, like Lord Farquaad
Question
Have you ever seen a dual mag?
That bitch wouldn't clip on
It point both ways, I had to tell 'em, "Put that shit on."
The block I've been on
We from South Carolina
Aight, I'm down there where y'all live
With a big ass AR
Swear to God, don't believe me? I put that on my kids
Slide, with somethin' in the chamber
Autotrader
I'll flip the whip, and really spray the can
Then lose the arm, like AngryFan
Damn
Smack, why y'all even pay this man?
Y'all thinkin' he authentic I'm thinkin' he too long-winded
I'm 'bout to knock off the knock off B. Dot but this guy ain't augmented
I even off children
That's usually a boundary I wouldn't cross
But tonight, Kid ain't off limits
They put you next to, Mr. Disrespectful, cause you had the wrong image
URL couldn't even understand ya bars
They had to put that Ars' in it
You be sayin' way too much to get to the punch
We be like, "He rhymin' still?
Setup long as hell
Samuel
Look Kid, we ain't got the Time To Kill
Always talkin' through people's rounds
But a child can't hide his emotions, that's how they feel
We see right through Chaos defense, it's a riot shield
I'm surprised you don't get any pushback, you can't keep gettin' by for real
Keep callin' yourself a God
Look, he get that shit from all you veterans
I would've knocked out a tooth
Leave the boy a mute
We could've did this in a Volume setting
You are not the God Of War Kid, a tre is (Atreus) all you gettin'
Won't argue wit' him
Don't wanna hear nothin' when this coward talk
We step wit' switches, it's a power walk
I was at Sam's Club, gettin' bullets, buy mines in bulk
That's when I found my boy
Ironic he was with Swamp
Lackin' with no equipment and I'm in the aisle by the sports
Shots fired, customer services parent there, filing reports
Paging Kid, over the intercom, "Miss. How did you lose your child in the store?"
Shots fired
Aye ya Kid ever throw a temper tantrum?
"Miss. Get ya Kid off the floor!"
.4!
Silencer, I beat nobody hear my rounds no more
Time
Come get ya muthafuckin' Trophies!
[Round 1: Kid Chaos]
Wassup Arizona?
The Kid back on Traffic yes
Just got rid of a Verb that think he can foresee
And now I’m tryna see what...Happens next
Boy I’ll slash ya flesh, they gone have to Patch ya Adams Apples next And as it stretch, to save trophies he gone need a head coach, that’s the Nets
But to even the score, in the clutch, wit' every passing sec'
To stop that bleeding, like good defense, they gone have to press
But we in Phoenix, so I’ll just come back in step
Point, forward, and crowd a (Crowder) n***a wit' something his basket catch
Oh Suns the favorite? Ehhhh!
That buzz'll be the (buzzer beater) reason that daggers wet
Aight nah Chaos, you know you doin' that shit that Sheed gone say can stall out rooms
Well I can talk 'bout you
You are way, too, animated to act like you ain’t drawn out too
But we gone get to that, cause I got some shit to ask
Why did you release ya dirt in public and tell the world that you rehearsed wit' Hustle?
You blew it
Before they even got to airin' (air in) the rounds and decided to burst the bubble
Now I heard you Muslim, so I sayin' go to church or nothin'
But it’s not the fact you rapped your (rapture) verses
It’s the Revelation that got you in a world of trouble
And I can’t get with it
You the type to give out information that shoulda never been mentioned
Your name is Sheed Happens
Do you know what your initials spell? SH!
N***a, shut the fuck up!!
The culture lookin' less authentic
And you helpin' make it that way
Cause you was cookin' and made something rare, look prepared and made a mistake ('em a steak)
The entrance hard to find, it’s a curtain
Well why you pull yours back with your actin' that fake in ya play?But that bar make perfect sense
He already got them thinking this shit is staged anyway
Boy I ain’t wit' the games
And that’s what you think this shit is
And it’s very clear and what make it sound soft more (sophmore), is that you barely in your second-year
Weapon near
For every weird, jester desperate to be an accepted peer
But this bitch got a silencer on it
I got some rhymes you’ll never hear
Like this, a .38, and you don’t wanna get hit with that pound n***a
And these? Full metal jacket sound like fashion but it’s not n***a
And these? .223's
When it go off it sound like a loud piston
N***a I ain’t ramblin' I’m just going over my rounds witcha!
You a clown n***a! And this ain’t cap or nothin'
I'll send you to Allah before you can pack ya luggage
And if he ask why I got you delivered, I’ll say it’s cause he had it coming
You’ll get packaged up with, a rare tool, that dumb loud
But I’ll spare you, the gun sounds
But this gone be like rolling down ya window after car sex
I’ll air you, the fuck out!
That’s one round
And regardless of whatever y’all want happens to be
It won't matter a thing
If y’all surveillance it ain’t the same point of view of Happens to me
Time
[Round 2: Sheed Happens]
In junior high I had a serious, serious problem with my teacher Mrs. McDonald
It had started when she had laughed at
Me puttin' school lunch in my backpack
Yes, I actually kept my food
It's stressed, I was tryin' to make a meal stretch my dude
Tired of my mother sayin', "Don't ask for nothin' when we go out."
"But ain't food in the house!"
This time I actually prepped my tool
Robbed my teacher blind, soon as I left my school
Ride how, "Hey ma. Can we stop at Micky D's?"
"You got McDonald's money?"
"Weeeeeell...
(YES I DO!!)
I suggest y'all move
Deuce deuce the small cannon, this pussy food
I'll peel back ya lid, bullets the size of Hey Arnold
Think that's a lil' cap, 'til I split ya wig
Slid wit' Sig'
Aye, I hate to keep bringin' up McDonalds
But y'all remember when the baby mama was mad at dude
ONE MEAL (MIL') FOR KID!
This a day at SkyZone
It is so lit for Kid
I'm gripped up
I brought pistols, like four witchu, O-Solo, got more n***a
A straight bullet at bodega, got caught wit' him
A bullet ricochet, I heard, "Tink" then more tishin' (mortician)
The doc said, "No more visits. Just lord visits." His X-ray for your vision
Two shots, one got Kid in the helmet, that's autism
The other, stuck in Kid body like dwarfism
Use own clippers, a flat line, for a moment Chris dead
You ever try to give your son an edge up?
Hole in Kid head
Now brain dead
"God damn it Sheed, give him some assistance please."
I called up Ms. Chris like, "Chris just might miss this Christmas Eve."
But still, that's not biggie to me
Only way to protect Kid, you gotta put him in the incubator
Head in the container like Mr. Freeze
Potato put him in a veggie state instantly
Now Swamp got another Kid to feed
Awww Sheed
Smack jeez Louise, please would you please [?]
I tried to stretch him but I couldn't get him to gurney
It was police inspected and raised some questions that concerned me
He had detectives wit' him by definition that's a deposition
I had to get him two attorneys
I saw what was about to happen, I had a premonition early
Two guns, F1-50, the plate was registered to Jersey
The Silverado (silver auto) clean but the Expedition dirty
Either way I hopped in the truck for Chaos like a demolition derby
Dirty
This shit might escalate (Escalade) if a tool is drawn
Shotgun, looked like I pulled a horn
This shit'll pick up a Jeep, if I'm hangin' back out of the Rubicon
Ayo, against Verb in Lite Work [?]
That n***a choked 'bout 12 times, we are not lyin'
That shit was absolutely absurd
Unheard
URL, y'all wildin'
Y'all let that n***a leave and go and get a cobb salad, come back rhymin'
I wouldn't let this n***a say one word
It would've been MAC dumpin', .9 fire, cans spittin'
That's a typical battle rap transition for "gun Verb"
This dumb nerd
He got this thing that he do when he rhyme
He like to intertwine and the way he may perfect it
But I got this thing that I do, I go to the hospital, I make sure every line ain't connected
He took his last breath in seconds
He told me, "Fuck you."
"I'ma fuck your mother is what I replied."
He said, "Go to Hell."
I told him, "Tell the Devil I say 'hi'."
Goin' back and forth with Kid like, "I know you are, but what am I?!"
Time
[Round 2: Kid Chaos]
I’m so gifted homie
I could take your little flow and present a moment
Skills so potent, I could kill him slowly and give them a show and still mimic brodie
Like, "I’ll put five behind his head, listen closely
This lil' bitch will prolly get nasty, it’s a Yoshi
Pistols loaded, empty clips on ya bitch tits till then shits explodin'
That’s two handles on the cup, now come get ya trophy!"
Bitch you bogus
It’s seems when you spit those
Schemes it’s a big joke
And that’s a fat shame, knowing Sheed (she'd) do way (weigh) too much, guess he think that he Lizzo
And that’s not a shot at bigger queens, it just seems
You got a lot in common with her Sheed
Cause when this squeeze
They gone have to identify your body
Now that’s body positivity!
You got a lot of trickery
That n***a do all this
Goofball shit
To confuse y’all quick
Cause he knows pullin' off a separation in material is something he can’t do off rip
So what he do?
Move all quick
Steady motions, that coincides with every moment
Thinkin' to himself, "If I never stop moving, they’ll never notice."
Except I noticed
You told Tru Foe “4 by 4 I’ll sum it up wit' the 16"
Well it’s clear that math wasn’t ever ya thing
Cause you confused multiplication with addition, and they accepted the reach
But solving problems wit' the hands is a lesson I teach
So here's a sign, do you want death or a swing?
Cause that’s the real difference between a X and a T
See I've be reacting, for even the tiniest hassles
Cause I do the math and realize I’ll even split your child into halves for a minor infraction
But I be relaxin'
Cause n***as brag on ratchet clappin'
But they lack the stats to match it
So if you act this matic blastin', whatever happens happens Happens
I'll smack the black off rappers, cause I’m action-packed with tactics
We got tit for tat or tat for tit
This tip gon' tap you tappin'
See that’s really pen in (pinnin') action
Alliteration mixed wit' a little bit of demonstration with intricate rhythm, cadence
See yo' shit is a pitiful imitation of what I can do
Even your postures awful
You be slouched over, you have to stand, as a man
Call a chiropractor fam'
And it’s no coincidence that practice can improve Happen stance (happenstance)
Boy I'll pack ya man
And if I hear somethin' from one of his faggot fans, I’ma pack a Stan (Pakistan)
Turn all y'all to a strain called “grey hair” now that’s ya strand
I'll catch ya man, let a Glock burst
On anybody screamin' "Trophies!" and got merch
That mean I'm spinning on anything in that gear, it’s like clockwork Arms, wavin'
He run, I chase him
Cause I got something for that Trophy shit
Cases!
I’m dangerous
Run up on him and let somethin' rip
And if they duck and shit, they get spun again
It’s like I’m late, to conversation, I’m coming back like, “What I miss?”
Boy I'll up this bitch
Time

[Round 3: Sheed Happens]
I need y'all to listen
My first daughter was born in Florance, Arizona
Aye Phoenix, this one of the most beautiful places I seen in all my nights
A lot of y'all ain't scorn
From the first time ya child was born, I lost my son
So excuse me, my memories not all that bright
I remember bein' in the hospital, just a little stand off
Sonic The Hedgehog, I've been through Chaos every stage of my life
I was in the hospital just a little silent
I tried to stop myself from cryin', so I'm a little quiet
When my baby mother was pregnant
I used to talk to her while she's inside it
Even with my finger
I'm talkin' play on her stomach like the Little Giants
And back then, my man had an annexation with Puerto Rico, but the rock he couldn't hide it
We was just a little violent
At 15 I couldn't understand the game and it's still vivid
My man made a terrible choice
He ran off on the plug and they took his parents, I was there when he had to deal wit' it
They grabbed his moms and his pops and the images are still vivid
Man I could not believe it
The Judge he was facin'
They told him to pick a parent, but he couldn't live wit' it
Now he on dust
Can't believe he the same n***a
We blew (blue) way too many checks like Elon Musk
Shoot it out with the cops if they raid the house
Packs down the drain? Nah we don't bust
Just look at our body language
This is potty trainin'
It might look like a Kid but we don't flush
We had [?] for real
I'm talkin' Glocks, rocks, rails, edibles, sweets
Ahh
Treats, bails
Tryin' to get a Rollie watch outta 2Pac and the three scales
And on the left some meth and fed Amin (methamphetamine) all of the details
All of his retail
We really had embalming fluid
I'm talkin' jugs and quarters
In a one ounce vial right now I could get you an order
Where I keep the bottles though?
That's in the middle console
Cause when the cup holder too small, you gotta make a flip off the water
Fuck drowin' in a shortage
The plug gave me Oxy 5, 10's and 20's he said, "You can have it."
He figured the best way to keep kids occupied is to give us tablets
The [?] in the bumper, we was stashin'
When I think about Kid Chaos on the road
I think about all the times I had to pee (two P) in traffic
We had ki's and matches
Do you have any idea how much we used to move in a day?
I'ma let y'all wonder
Donda
Me, while I'm up here schoolin' Kid with the yay' ('Ye)
Still confused to this day
My plug committed suicide
I was one of the last people to see him, prayers send my way
Y'all know how that feel?
Tariq Hill, he left my home (Mahomes) to a bullet
KC, that's when I went M.I.A
I'm in a fucked up mental state
You don't even know where I'm at now
Aye Slade sometimes I just roll through the city slow
Let the screensaver on Roku know, but it's Chaos all in the background
I came back 'round
His son now, dropped out from a QB to the streets
We ain't understand for him
The boy went from havin' a good arm to ownin' a good arm, he'll blam it on ya
I mean from throwin' a bullet to throwin' a bullet, we ain't understand it for him
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is either way that kid got a cannon on him
He don't listen
He showin' guns online, I was about to show his mom but I didn't send it
That n***a hold a gun just like his daddy, he can't even deny that kid, it's a splittin' image
The love different
It's just a little rough for him
But like a Pop Warner parent
Hey Kid, I'm just a little too tough on him
I called the n***as that got you, and it was up for 'em
Man, y'all might think this shit crazy
But I lost so many homies I can host a seance
Y'all might think this material's fire but y'all are off
Molotov, to me this is just bottle up Chaos
Round

[Round 3: Kid Chaos]
Two rounds down, I just got one mo' rappin'
And I could either drum roll action, or go back to the blade and just go slashin'
But if I split him, he gone need stitches, you know, after that cut throat action
Now that sound surprisin', but it’s true, just so (sew) Happens
So Happens, understand the plot can thicken
Yeah, I'ma pompous kid who pop his shit, wit proper diction
Meaning I can call you narcissistic who’s all pretentious
Or a bitch ass n***a, so either way you don’t got it twisted
But I'm also poppin' pistols, also wit' proper grippin'
So I ain't gotta bargain bitch, the only thing I got to offer is this, prop position (proposition)
But no shots to women, I’ll just grip yo' wife and squeeze the life out ya vixen
Bear hug her till she pop a disc then
Get to shakin' back and forth like I’m tryna mop a kitchen
Now you the one pale, (pail) leavin' nothing but chunks of her and a blood trail
YouTube shit, when I click, they gone have to get the bigger picture from a thumbnail
Bruh sell...out that is
Cause you told Nunn Nunn it’s common, for black kids not to have they father
Not only is that factually inaccurate, n***a that’s ignorant
To pretend the kids, from our pigment get, neglected in a more significant in comparison is some silly shit
You don’t even know what the statistics is
The percentages, but it’s always the uniformed who swear they got it
But it’s very ironic, that bar reflects your career, n***a you barely poppin'
Where’s ya conscious?
It's clear you don’t have that
I never thought I’d see the characteristics out a house n***a, outta yo' black ass
You know he woulda been Samuel Jackson in Django, talkin' down on his own people like, “Who is that n***a on that nag”?
Bro that’s trash, so I can’t picture Sheed, being anything other than what he's shown us in his history
So when he dissin' me, I feel like the polite slave master, "N***a please!"
I be wiggin' Sheed
You should too
Cause your fuckin' hair been fallin' out
Tryna figure out how to eff wit' me
But see I write wit' ease (E's) like turnin' that "shed" to "Sheed"
But like I’m beggin', for a second please
Let’s believe, you even had your weapons clean
You still wouldn’t be a rival if you told me the time you were expected Sheed
But I can make somethin' Happen, like ya mother when she expected Sheed
Don't you mess with me
And don’t you ever think, I’m some small task
I got a complex, I don't trust tall cats
I see yo' shoulder coming up to my nose and think, "Bump all that." Bruh fall back, yo' height advantage just make me wanna change my fightin' stances
Close the distance that I’ve established
Then a right (write) get landed, like something I wrote got a hype reaction
But I be rappin', schemin' like I’m scheming to kidnap him and Kelz to see how I can manage
They’ll get bound together tight wit' latches
Scheming like I’m schemin', see how I tied 'em back in?
Boy I be snappin'
Yo' jaw will get wired fractured
Turn that right into a right of passage
Strike so fast that, it's gone look like you movin' forward but you slidin' backwards like Michael Jackson
I’m on a mission hoe
Swingin' this bitch rather I miss or don’t
I’m in control, meaning they gone find you somewhere that’s been remote
I be spittin' though
And you just another body for the record like I’m gettin' quotes Those who try me, its porta potty’s, there’s only one place this shit can go
Cause I'm a god
And it's more than what I do with these bars
Down to the tunes so I'm truly a star
Think you're provin' me wrong, go through all my songs
From there you'll be MIA: Music Is Art