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Young Kannon vs. Xcel
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This sh*t got booked damn near last-minute So I don’t give a f**k if you don’t like my X flips But first, the clip’ll make him get pu**y: that’s Netflix Things blew (blue), leave everything red: I’m ‘bout to set-trip Wake-and-bake: smoke a n***a before he eat breakfast Bomb on him, every line: I’m on that Flex sh*t You gon’ take an L on the hood: that’s a Lexus The target? X it, so exit, ‘cause everything I’mma X it I’ll put your whole block on this cartridge: come play Tetris! Call a Reverend If the opp’ in the area, then it’s time for war Tempt me, I’ll leave X stink’ (extinct) if he dyin’ to soar (dinosaur) I showed n***as both our footage, you know, just to compare the fire, boar And out the men I sold the links (Minnesota Lynx) to, my sh*t they admire more (Maya Moore) Ayo, your sh*t- I mean, you do your thing, my n***a, but it’s obvious you can’t f**k wit’ me Xcel’ll rate (accelerate) better, but he can’t keep up to speed I buck and squeeze Stick and (in) the Desert like tumbleweeds Drive-by, machine out the Camaro: that’s Bumblebee! Yo, Smack! You got me f**ked up, man This short-notice sh*t ain’t the best conditions to work under Plus, you got me battlin’ a n***a that wear hoodies with no shirt under I’ll murk somethin’, Ruger stretch him He a killer, but I do it better Get a metal head from the Uz’ (ooze): that’s Super Shredder X used to be a stick-up kid, walkin’ around wit’ the steel on him Robbin’ n***as for re-ups, all in the field Hawkin’ But I will chalk him Beat him wit’ a lead pipe ‘til his grill off him It’s crazy - the bar went over his head, but he still caught it! I ain’t come to play in V.A.! I brought the .80 for smoke Or the six ring from the 12 like Brady the GOAT n***a, the ratchet dumpin’ In my city, n***as been gettin’ clapped for nothin’ So if he ”died wit’ his eyes open”, that only mean the n***a had it comin’! Weapon up I ain’t untouchable, so the vest is tucked My ‘Flesh of my Flesh’ covered, now I’m ‘bout to leave X in blood You better book on God The sh*t he brews (Hebrews) will get you drug What you on, X or dust? (Exodus) Small fee, them n***as ride for the low like the Megabus I just came off a 30 Yeah, I showed Prep how to work the chrome Now they got me washin’ an old n***a: it’s a nursing home This yo’ season to be in that hospital bed wit’ the slow eatin’ Doctors givin’ him that “Put up 1 if it’s yes, put up 2 if it’s no” treatment You outta time This ain’t personal, all for the dollar signs If X on paper, he get the Sig: that’s bottom-line He ain’t a weak bum, but he still gon’ see the Gates when the heat come Chest shot, his man catch ‘Cel back: that’s a refund Southside! My phone rang They said someone was chattin’ like a b*t*h Like I ain’t me, actin’ like I don’t have a fight in this Said Abraham to Isaac, “They wanna sacrifice the kid” Think Jacob, y’all - he gon’ wrestle wit’ God and crack a rib Now those bars gon’ have Saga look at me critical But I said that to say this ass-whoopin’ gon’ be Biblical! I’m the old n***a, so when you pick me, you book history Wait, Pirates cap ‘cause that cap there was initially meant for P You kiddin’? See my resume, notice the stats on ‘em A lot of n***as y’all champion now? I done blacked on ‘em And now I got Kannon, who specialize in lookin’ tough Man, I will drop Kannon (Canon) and f**k this footage up! We parallel ‘cause our careers started out lookin’ up Then I rebelled and you just basically wasn’t good enough So carry on baggin’ on me about takin’ the worst path n***a, you can’t coach me You never took off and you was First Class! So f**k the past and how sh*t spiralled Now sh*t is cool Top and Brizz have perfect attendance - I skipped the school! Now I got two Glocks that light skin (light-skinned), double tandem A ladder wit’ me, he gon’ catch this L wit’ the one I hand him Zion Williamson - I see y’all not understandin’ Dude gettin’ banged on as soon it come to Cameron Frat party: I’m crushin’ Kannon (can in) He’s nothin’ more than a worthy lame So Mendoza can fight a BaldHead like Dirty Shame I heard he bang Nah, his gangsta is all digital I’ll have my Blood press ya (pressure), have your folks in a vise (Vice), Lord, we cripple crews Y’all say he dope? I say dawg (dog) food: Alpo Bet money I’ll leave the ring wit’ his head: Al Snow! n***a, the Cal’ blow I’ll let you have (half) machines like you a cyborg You gon’ go from YK to your mama screamin’, “Why, Lord!?” n***a, I war (wore) like old clothes You pu**y - your man messaged me Said, “He ain’t got it. He’ll go get it” You shoot wit’ your man referee Your man messy, B Just know this can’ kept wit’ me is Yoko Ono ‘Cause this b*t*h’ll f**k up a Banned (band) Legacy It’s heavy, B Gas-powered, it need a tank So I keep handguns that my girl draw: Lisa Frank See, take account, the men I’m with draw (withdraw), too They need the rank So they’ll check and deposit bucks in yo’ head for decent bank Now he would think bein’ brave’s cool, so he’d show face And I tell my people “Hank” and they airin’ (Aaron) at hom’ (home) base I’m hearin’ what bro say ‘bout clickin’ steel and the sh*t he peel And then I see G eyes (CGI) and know that image just isn’t real I stand strong I stand str- Catch the f**k up! Catch the f**k- I stand strong, hands-on So when I say it, you get the feel This is random bars and side lines vers’ a n***a that’s in the field It’s Round 1, n***a f**k outta here I said, you had one of the greatest UFF battles of all time, fam’! What happened? I mean, from what I saw, y’all did good and had mad bars But what B.E.T. saw was two dusty trash bags rappin’ they ass off Now I ain’t judgin’ how n***as dress That sh*t is iffy, don’t get it misconstrued But please, tonight, please be presentable so this sh*t can get some views Now after that B.E.T. sh*t, he was like, “Woo! It’s main-stage time!” But then you got shelved, you sneak-dissed and they booted you off the brand for that lame crime To get you back, I had to say yes You should write a letter and thank mine ‘Cause I took you off a ban and put you on BANNED at the same time! Be lucky I ain’t one of these Hollywood-ass n***as that woulda kicked you to the curb for a big measure And I ain’t the type to duck smoke...I inhale it You a thorough victim? Now I’m ‘bout to crack on X: that’s Earl Simmons Big scope, eye through the laser like PearleVision You try to pop me, I got Gs that spray sh*t dead Then you see X (ex) get TECs (texts) like, “Hey bighead” n***a, the tool drawn, ring for the low like a Boost phone Gemstar, gettin’ over X (ex): I’m tryna move on You out here still doin’ petty crimes, n***a!? You wildin’, brodie! Servin’ nicks, sippin’ E & J, now he think he stylin’ on me But the Cal’ is on me Before he swing, let it ring, it’d be a pile of homies Give X (ex) bucks after he gone: that’s alimony! Line ‘em up! Set a trap! Pick his wig: he gon’ get a nap! Yeah, he pulled up here, but after we done, we gon’ mail him back You got clever raps, but wit’ the penmanship, I’m just better at Get ya melon cracked I came to box your jewels like a Tesseract I’m low-key out of this world wit’ the bars, I’m stretchin’ X Put your brain on your stomach like Krang, send you to a different Dimension, X! Metal in my hand like Wolverine Nah, I need a different Weapon, X Put a BaldHead in a wheelchair like Professor X! Let me guess it, X - gutta, grimy is how your people move? Y’all be squeezin’ tools? Your ‘hood full of zombies? Well, my residence (Resident) Evil, too 5-Percenter, be a dead n***a wit’ stripes like Beetlejuice Get ya face sprayed, .5 over the eyes - peek-a-boo! He get hospitalized They tellin’ him it’s lookin’ good, but don’t believe them hospital lies ‘Cause he eatin’ through the tube like the channel got monetized Ain’t no debatables n***a, I’m slayin’ you, you gotta die ‘Hood silencer, buckin’ the potato like dollar fries! X got intricate bars, but he got a bad delivery and weak flow He want beef wit’ a seasoned n***a? Well, I bought the tre (tray) for the bistro You’ll get a headshot from a long rifle wit’ a sleek scope I got somethin’ nasty in the view (interview) BAH! Welcome to the Peepshow! SouthSide! You...joined Cave Gang… I always questioned why them dudes ‘Cause you battled Roc eight years ago, so that makes me quite confused But y’all think how a cannon works, now identify the move See, cannons can never blow ‘til somebody light the fuse He clout-chasin’, wit’ these type of moves he might dispute See, I can prove I’m more connected to your guys than you Me and Brizz did UFF, been fam’ since, like, the first day Me and RD good, I talk to Roc, like, every Thursday sh*t, even me and Ave got the same birthday At Spit Dat Heat, I was there when the Chef served his first plate I know these n***as...you don’t! That’s the way sh*t spin I could have Cave n***as cave his sh*t in See, they his friends for opportunity, but I bet some forgot Now he Patrick, a character tryna be a star under Roc(k) When does it stop!? They call you team not ‘cause you dangerous as a soldier ‘Cause you come over, landscape the Cave for cases of Corona You not a hitter, bro… You ain’t even swing at home plate! ‘Cause K-Shine slid on your man, and made it home safe! And rapped about it And then you heard the bar, and laughed about it I ain’t sayin’ go get metal, but at least steal him back - scrap about it I’m mad astounded, ‘cause in your bars, you’re always so gutter Bret and Owen: I thought you woulda had heart (Hart) for yo’ brother I start to uncover, this oxymoron that is you, boy! ‘Cause it happens there’s contradictions to them bars and rude noise That K-Shine setback I rapped about was proof, boy So test me - I’m on board to chalk you ‘cause you a schoolboy Bro, you was in college! You was not around the way with crooks While I was bookin’ n***as for pay, you literally had to pay for books Bro! You went to school! But I guess you was the same as me ‘Cause at lunchtime, we was both runnin’ down, usin’ tres (trays) to eat Bro… Bro- They ain’t gotta catch it, I don’t care Bro, you went to school...and that sh*t really is the truth You actually had Higher Learning...I just had Remy on the roof My youth? Filled wit’ fights My pops wished he had a different son So we beefed, I hit the streets, and I couldn’t always get a gun But his words rang to me He said, “Stay strong and get it done And if you get rocked and start seeing threes, hit the middle one!” He knocked your man out and rapped to you You wasn’t tryna fight I got Napoleon complex on tall, so tonight I might Show Kannon I got bones, and it’s more than just the lines I write ‘Cause if one of these vote for Pedro, sh*t’ll be dynamite I’m a mercenary, n***a One goal: body-bag sh*t Homie, big or small, you’re all the same size in a casket Team f**kin’ Homi, you heard? Banned Legacy...private screened battles wit’ no promo And wit’ two and-and-half weeks’ prep, I can still perform like I had three months or more, bro See, Cave Gang all bosses Swave the leader of Team Homi - y’all just fall under the mold, bro Blade out, stabbin’ ‘Cel like Ghost did Lobos I catch him ‘bout to flame up a L, and put a hole in your throat, bro Watch a n***a die off the trees: that’s Sonny Bono! My man passed me the high point, I said, “Nah, that’s a no-go.” Arm out the window wit’ the nickel like I’m payin’ at a toll road Aye, my man called and said, “Jason at it again” sh*t… My man called and said, “Jason, we at it again” (*Kannon takes a water break*) They said, “Jason at it again. He tried to give us the pain.” Well, I’m gettin’ back wit’ X (ex) (*chk-chk*) Watch me rekindle the flame n***a, ya fell for the okey-doke, walked right into the death trap I’mma keep sh*ttin’ on him ‘cause I got whatever X lacks (Ex-Lax) You thought you’d catch me slippin’? Naw, n***a, I’m dumpin’ straps Off the rebound, got me p*ssed then (Piston), so I’m drummin’ (Drummond) that Ain’t no clout-chasin’! We don’t clap in the air like jumping jacks Machete to your wrist, I’m tryna take a hand off like a running back I give p*n*s to your b*t*h and tell the ho, “Go stomach that” Bein’ frank, I’m in your castle - the pu**y, I’mma punish that So when you bring her to the venue, my bros gon’ be like, “Yo, she smashed the homie!” d**k-deep in the box, it sound like I’m stirrin’ macaroni! You should let me take her off your hands for bro’s sake I mean, she said with your hat on, you look 31 When you take it off, you 48 I’m the flame-bearer You a OG? Well, I’m from the same era That Ronald Reagan cocaine era That “You can’t come on this block unless you puttin’ in that pain” era I been that n***a since these thots was rockin’ Von Dutch Nah, f**k that - when Lil Wayne was doin’ mixtapes wit’ the squad up You look like a f**kin’ praying mantis But I am a praying mantis - for green, I’ll bug out wit’ the arms up I’m Jordan wit’ the Taurus When I was young, I let it fly, but in the end, it was all clutch! Yeah, X got some skills, but not a n***a that could kill me, though Shout out Bill Collector, I’mma hit him wit’ that Philly flow This battle didn’t excite me - really, though! I’m not a perv, I didn’t get the urge to be the j*rk so I ain’t watch X videos! But if he a threat, then I’m on him early I’mma bomb first Let the .50 clear out the front row like a Ja Rule concert! You shoulda took the higher route...now you ‘bout to learn old-fashioned I sonned him...and still ain’t catch the beats like G Herbo rappin’ n***a, Chef Trez will put a bullet in your dome Cover the pistol wit’ a round cover Brizz’ll put you underwater and make sure your wifey drown under Ave a gorilla, he’ll pound your face ‘til you get Down Syndrome Then it’s Sanaa Lathan, ‘cause Tay digs (Taye Diggs) your grave for that Brown Sugar I’m sayin’, I don’t play like this I grind 24/7, every day like this And I know you figured I wouldn’t get slayed like this But your mama shoulda told you it’d be days like this SouthSide Yo...they say- They say YK flow slick, so don’t slip up But see, I took a risk (wrist) for this task at hand See, I came gripped up But if I squeeze, your head get RFID: chipped, bruh They saw me give YK ‘Ks, then he got zipped up I’m clip-slammin’... Well, n***a, this whole mag’ for you, that’s big brandin’ And the sh*t I carry (Carey) on my back gon’ Nick Kannon (Cannon) This cannon’ll put your cabbage on your dog: sauerkraut Without a doubt, Kannon’ll get his head wrapped for wildin’ (Wild n’) Out What I’m about is complete destruction of fam’ legacy So I catch your queen while she holdin’ your heir I should let her breathe, but if she reckless, B, throw shade and step to me She’ll be next to the n***a wit’ the head wrapped: Heather B My weaponry? Been there for me since I was so young Dog, I was a stagehand for rock bands how I unload drums Times changed, now I feel like a Looper when I unload guns I c*ck back, I could make Young Kannon face this old one! I’m throwed, son! I’m on some sh*t you don’t know ‘bout A latchkey kid: I had to put food in my own mouth Home alone, and on them nights I couldn’t go out Kevin McCallister: I was trappin’ through the whole house! Why box the God? Bro, I can extend my arm and reach you Your words fall on deaf ears for the n***as i speak to Just be you! ‘Cause none of that other sh*t seems true You got a Empire off lyin’ (Lyon) that I just see (Jussie) through It’s your aura I see what’s there, see what ain’t I look in Kannon eyes, and I see he’s a saint My n***a, life’s a b*t*h that friendzoned your career ‘Cause you been goin’ hard for years, and still, no one cares You so prepared, you write down every line so every word dope But instead of seeing you, they’d rather watch Twork choke A long blade, I don’t even gotta swing and he’d get cut I could stab into his shin (intuition), and he’d feel it in his gut If Smack need a body, then I’m walkin’ him down You’ll (U) B ER ready soon as I get around Kannon bark, but he a fraudulent clown You need someone to die? Elect (dialect) him, and I’m the talk of the town And I know he got fans, they watch like, “God damn” But this nature, YK - Death is God’s plan Team f**kin’ Homi, you heard? I almost f**ked up, bro I almost f**ked up
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