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T-Top vs. Daylyt
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A fan walked up to me and said, "Daylyt, you done had some very good battles and some very BAD battles." And for that reason the culture has split his demand Sh*t made me think of all the times boo boo'd on the stage...and that's when sh*t hit the fan I created a plan A plot, a Crockpot to stop Top eatin' watch the shot clock Try it now, die it (diet) down, don't fear the youth cause you finna fast Yeah Top's steamin' but I also sound trained for this occasion I'm here to chew you (choo choo) in half I need every scrape, I don't share the plate I'll let my gut talk to him, that's a belly ache Day's seasoned for this type of beef, let that marinate Pull out the chrome package and cook whoever's at the Top rhymin' (Ramen), these new dudes (noodles) get boiled That's when the pot get bigger Y'all said he ball, I said he's spaghetti sauce I told you I shall (shell) be ready for these impostor (in pasta) n***as But brodie be snappin' I owe D to snap his Go to your captain, tell him lord of action I'm just showin' y'all the inside of Top pu**y, that explains why y'all over (ovary) reactin' But why would these new cats doubt He-Man? I'll let out demons You come to my house with the drama, you walkin' out bleedin' He said we "scary", stop it Think Mary Poppins, n***a e'rybody in the house singin' That's God noise I could've used the .357 for my choice But since you came to my house actin' like a b*t*h n***a It's only right that I use the Tom' boy But this was your agreement To a**ure that he win Now the floor what he in The four's is squeemin' I'll let somethin' old and black talk to him, it ain't Morgan Freeman The morgue is free man Don't ask me now or again or your organs will be Oregon freezin' It's ironic how they said my buzz left but today they sure believin' (be leaving) Me whippin' yo' b*t*h a** Get ripped fast Quick ask The big stash I get cash Quick fast N***a Sonic couldn't ball this fast I told y'all I would cook this n***a They thought I was bluffin' at first Until they seen the way bro jots Stovetop couldn't put this stuff in the verse This is about respect Anything that come out of this pu**y lips, we gonna mouth reject I pull out the TECs His family was screamin', "A box ain't cool." Then everybody in the house arrest (house'll rest) But I kill cats gory You want them to know your past? You that worried? I'll push you off seven stories, you'll land on your back, now you got a back story I would fire on this b*t*h to show that I carry Hell They say he would get light but(t) that was the fairy tale (tail) Another tale from these folks, Lord It's Quill, I kill n***as with low scores You thought this battle was gonna help you get booked Word? Bro, sure (brochure) Poke your chest out and end up with an engraved heart Last n***a that poked his chest out got poked that's the in grave part Y'all clowns ask for our rounds but I ain't here to trade mark (trademark) I'm headed to be an individual, like where the brain start I'll let K's spark The last n***a I called "a homie" he raised bark Braveheart, you couldn't heal up this hole with a cave start We'll be gunnin' down and crouchin' Split his onion down for doubtin' If a n***a do try to heal (hill) up, he'll be comin' down the mountain I stab n***as If I let it pop it won't be ya dad n***a I'm dab n***a I'm armed to face whatever like a dad n***a Don't dab n***a What's in my hand will peel like a scab n***a I scab n***as Five to his face and this ain't a slap n***a I'll slap n***as Armed with two big shells if you think I'm a crab n***a Laugh n***a Thought I was a joke, end up in a bag n***a I'm mad n***a Put his life down like a sad n***a Get mad n***a Lift his life up like a mad n***a Don't fight right I'm nice nice What's the price price? I bite bite This is y'all great? I'ma prove God fake They spit the zeitgeist Dude the Christ height You wanna know what happen to n***as when they fight light? See these two horsemen in shining armor, n***a go (k)night, (k)night I can talk some street sh*t too Since I'm battlin' in the street n***a I can finally talk about them days when I was in the kitchen whippin' the Pyrex Hit my Dot Mobb connect Like, "You know the code 17-5" send me the pie, Rex I was in the bando smellin' like embalming fluid They call me "The Funkmaster" but let a fiend try to Flex I split 'em from ear to ear It look like food coloring comin' under his chin Then ask the rest of the fiends, "Who wanna die (dye) next?" You know the f**kin' slogan, five minutes the cat's so real Y'all know the rest of the slogan To the Batmobile I said Carolina, this is my opening verse Like f**k a casket, throw this b*st*rd in the back and just close the hearse Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk I came here just to show y'all work (Now let me put it in) T-Top versus Daylyt We got the n***a that believe in y'all Versus the n***a that be leavin' y'all He make you buy a ticket to see him and he don't even be seein' y'all I guess this is what it comes to To tell you the truth bruh, I didn't even write sh*t for this battle Cause I didn't think you was gon' come today But since you here, sh*t I hope you ain't come to play Cause I could've had fun today Sh*t, I ain't need this f**kin' pay I left the crib with a bag on me like the runaway In other words, I've been eatin' my n***a Well feel my hunger pains From days we had balled up bread until my mother came Anything to catch my prey, I played them huntin' games My brother lame cause he ain't wanna go and make this f**kin' change I told these new jacks, "I'm different" But they ain't understand Am I my brother's keeper? Sure, come get these 100 grams And as soon as I see G Money I'm 'bout to up the can' He nervous, stuttering like the Gunner Man We in Carolina my n***a, I got the upper hand But I'm no sucka fam', I ain't gon' let these n***as jump you man But we don't know ya soldier like that, so we'll jump ya man Return him in a box with a flag like we Uncle Sam You understand? Man, I ain't got time to watch the money that Daylyt makin' But he can't run time back, I hope Daylyt (daylight) Saving You switch rap crews? I give a f**k about what Daylyt claimin' Just know I'll put your son (sun) down if Daylyt (daylight) changin' What he bangin'? Grape Street? Well I'll get a banana clip and make a true cla**ic Slice apples then stack up Grapes, let's make a fruit salad His girl like, "Where T-Top?" "B*t*h who's askin'?" I was 'bout to start tool clappin' But I forgot I had to headline like a news caption I know n***as that got beat from the pops, a few Jacksons Scope on 'em, my career based on a long shot like the new Madden It's no doubt when them tools clappin' He bounce with his crew gaspin' Irma in Las Vegas, it's 'bout to get too tragic They like, "Top, stop rappin' 'bout drugs." Why? When I spit it with true pa**ion Plus they ain't felt lines this dope since Blue Magic N***a, my crew savage, I'm with nothin' but rude b*st*rds Makin' plays in ya trap, that mean we run and gun for two baskets Either or, it come down to who need it more And reason bul claim that he gay is cause his ego sore I'll let a bird fly, right through Day', the Eagle soar Knock his teeth off 'til he ain't able to eat no more B*t*h in other words, he can't conceal the rebel He gon' feel the metal I'm bringin' so much smoke in ya crib the ceilin' yellow You feel me king? Well if not then you gotta kill me king Cause I come from a trap that remind you of a 'Thriller' scene A million fiends I was dealin' weed and dealin' clean That's two different flavors, I had chocolate and vanilla bean B*t*h! While you was out paintin' ya face, b*t*h I was sellin' dreams Tellin' fiends, "You could reach the top if you dealt with me." You get it? Let's switch it Imagine your son comin' home from gettin' punched in the face Or your girl ain't caught her rag in a month and some change What if you zippin' and your jimmy get stuck in the way And I'm just thinkin' of some sh*t that could f**k up your Day' B*t*h, I still be havin' jooks pullin' up to my mama house She say I'm dumb cause I still make plays when the cops around They look for dealers, not smokers, so I done conned 'em out No, the condom out, that's the Magnum All my workers look like fiends for just a Waffle House Watch ya mouth I'll give you advice, if it's something you want to take Fine we can celebrate after this and have a great time There's a few Bloods in the building, so I would skate wide Cause if you bring that Grape sh*t up here and they gon' make wine The stakes high, I got my career on the line This take time I done put some years on the grind These fake guys, lookin' kinda weird when they lie And the way I wanna split a n***a onion, it almost brings tears to my eyes Like how you be walkin' round with weave in ya hair? What's up with that? I approached him like, "That's not gangsta, it's f**kin' wack." He was yellin', sh*t I started clutchin' on the straps Smith & Wesson, I bet Day' tone'll (Daytona) change if I put the 500 on his tracks Where we at? I tell him, "Get back or get b*t*h slapped." This n***a Charmin, inf' beam, do anything that hit the target Crouch down, syndrome, this sh*t retarded F**k the burner, b*t*h on cam' like Mr. Marcus My clique the hardest, I'm with nothin' but cold n***as Kill you and say nothin' we keepin' the code with it Revolver, I'm still outside with the chrome spinnin' On ya block, waitin' on ya shot, I'm goal tendin' I'll let the Smith bust through your block, you no Emmitt Or get your face beat to death like the old Emmett Till, your sister become a star in my hoe business Take your brother life, then you'll see (C) Murder, it's No Limit I told n***as, I'm cold wit' it, leave fo' victims I'm style is to go to trial with no witness 30 clip, inf' beam, they so with it Bald head, dum(b) dum(b) like Tommy and Cole visit I know n***as cause we had just hit a lick We had some big sh*t up on us Whoda drive slow, that n***a let the pigs get up on us They put our patna in a room, that n***a snitched all up on us It's crazy they made Day' break and we ain't leave 'til 'bout six in the mornin' I thought Cali n***as sold drugs, but he not holdin' Get in the ring and rip Top, pssst, he not Hogan I set him on fire, I really leave his [?] smokin' So when they say, "That's light (Lyt)", it ain't gon' be Roc's slogan That's light The only reason I battled this fag/dyke is cause the bag right Even though it ain't even half of what I spent last night I'm past fights, I'ma pull up with the long nose We all heard this record, we all know how the song go I pa** it to you, and if you don't use it pronto You get smoked for not havin' no guts, you fronto Where your squad go? That's cool, I'm dumpin' at his men He a beast on stage, but you a punk at the event The whole world know that you gay, you gets nothin' after this Just tell 'em The Bear killed him (A hunting accident!) Concrete
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