Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said there's nowhere to now bitch
Soon as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody havin' panic attacks
And I just feel like I got
Now he havin' cold sweats, his walls in cause he can't get a top opponent
So I'ma my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small room, now he claustrophobic
I'm 'bout
They knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the cat
And the moment Smack rode in with the cheese, it got (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to tell us you not the snitch but who's the snitch
That's still snitchin', that sound tough
Cause niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your mouth shut
Now y'all ain't remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that pertains to our and y'all gotta know now
Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Ill washed me
Like you the nigga that tried to plot on my round
So like Joe on live chat you tried to cover it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down
But now we
and I got the first witness
And now ya lives endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney
It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for vulture
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) change the state of the culture
Picture his childhood, Bronx
sellin' coke and dope
And go little Mark Williams
Starin' at the Snitchin' poster slow
You wasn't supposed to say jack but the he aged he forgot how it's supposed to go
What I'm to say is
Before mine (Montel) Williams they'll let the host a (holster) show

The cameras come on, all his like, "I remember when Factz supported me."
His baby like, "Baby go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. insulting me."
So took away the Accord to make you act accordingly
his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V."
I'm like, "He gotta it."
But once you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your
It no secret, maybe they let you lease it
Well I'm clowin' this bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run on a whip
homie, when you was on that Freshman cover you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to
See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen nigga from the X excel (XXL)
Was it cause he a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews?
Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove
We all seen you mixtapes, but in rap you a rookie
And I don't got for suckers
New Glock? Nah, I just his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered
currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of that
Asher Roth ran colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a decent act
You and Cudi's career? Day and ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood Hard' just to see a plaque
And you know all this the truth, pay attention while I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya industry career, all dreams
Factz, you made a song said your bank account had 414
Factz, I you wish you could've saw more green
And now your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when many ring
And then my crew all bang, and then New York slang
I'm gettin' "facts" everything
You made a mistake with Danja, don't let them bloggers ya skills
And now you tryin' to a come back off your last error (era)
You spent too time with Millz
You wanna fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for
But he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the deal
one murder case, all it takes to shine the kill
That means I make my blood and let the iron peel
They tryin' to force the about me about what happened to his body
Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was remains, and he's lying, still
The only seen half of the Factz like ain't get it all it together
After the Fact, the gon' be mourning forever
Matter of fact, I out the brain matter of Factz
And now we Factz I think I got my story together
You went King Of The Dot to URL
Beasley told me you would switch plan of attack
So of you gonna try to get Gully with Eric
But just not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence I'm damagin' that
Cause their case changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me It's Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' when they picked me for war
Now see what this nigga from the X
Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the
Aye Mickey how could you doubt and me?
If I give him a shell I'll put him outta his misery
This is World War One, this amounting to victory
And if these bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and camera is black
And if y'all was what I was doin' I just gave y'all an example of facts

[Round 1: Factz]
You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch
Fuck your flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." off more than Chris Paul
I'm you made it this far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car
He gon' have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I pissed off
This punishment capitol, we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!"
But don't say 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss
I'll tase you, till you start leakin' pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, footage will show, I give that grim hoodie feel
Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) got booked for real
paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the
Chill, nervous
He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, I'ma lyricist
He just seem
Y'all em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed into it
Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and don't the crowd loving it
He'll quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was foul (Fowl) wasn't it?
Lay em out, then put hands and feet on em, a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm Paid In Full, I'ma 'Pump Up The
Then he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so over there, so over here you do bad."
Well shit, I'm James Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's Gotta A Brand New
Okay, you let your let spray, I get it, cause some rifles gotta blade on it
But when a fan recite it, they look and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each bullet got ya on it
Forensics find em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the had DNA on it
When you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you would grow up with ya
But after 21 jack, all bets was off you showed up on the card
Roll up ya squad, i want smoke, came close but no cigar
You a wretch me a clown is a gag, well if I'm it, why you throw up on the job
Smack, he tried to one upchuck, hoping for life, but he seeing death
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands heat ya head
This prince rose to clock his face, give Beast respect
Every word good, I to purge, I got your nerves shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to Twork?
I'm tryna say to get a Twork push
Go in the mirror, I want you to me how the dirt look
And niggas want you to with the Jerseys
Like right when we bout to see Surf
Lemme bring that line in
Ray jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this on... thinking it's high fashion
Who dressed you? guess...you
I can tell you did it, I would be and help you with it
But....I can't help you niglet
Plus I heard you had plans to get a tooth? But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' talk my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
You on the I stepped cool in the venue clicking
Crazy, with two straps my shoulder like a Bellevue visit
And I took off from the gate without a ticket
Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile
Line it up here, over ya eye, that's a uni-brow
You a clown, he wouldn't shoot a at a shoot-around
Put em down after I bow (BAOW), a Goonie round
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese should be proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, a Cass' trait, we all knew the style
Who (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot?
Put the to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a computer music file
And I did it with the MAC, so I'm him to the clouds
Lemme you for now, whatever movie crowd, this broad cast in
I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Hubie (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space where we see it's no tooth
Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he need a new route canal
biblical
I get A. Ward to baptize ya
Or Saga tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a backslider
I'd rather let it sing till it hit you in ya soul like a choir
Quagmire, his get swole
You getting cayenne cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my guys hooks
President of my gang and we jump niggas, I am (ambush)
this tramp, we amped, be gone
I'ma
JayBlac, I'ma split him in
No more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, 'bout that debatable nigga
Wait 'til this round
Got crazier to say to you nigga

2: DNA]
I was playin' possum, while you and your was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to trick the media
I said, "Ain't none of about shit."
That go for everyone in Mause clique, I'm of seein' ya
All this, "He can't beat me with the material."
That shit ya
I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site); Wikipedia
Ya name Williams, you was born in 1982, that's why this line is genius
Cause you 36, I'm 27 clicks} and here's the .9 between us
Who you been sparrin' wit'?
Well in this arena (Serena) you better your shit the meanest
Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever the assist (a sis') to Williams
And Smack, don't [?] (Venus)
get it in
You had a Rocky trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Gym
Get in shape, lift the before I split ya chin
I'm a fool with the Taurus, hit a limb
So the is bad for him, I'm a simpleton (simple ten)
The TEC louder, lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's drizzlin'
And then I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any room you sit us in (citizen)
What you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali was a Nitty win?
Well I still had landin' (land and) overseas (over seas); amphibian
You can't be so fire as a ghostwriter if you say it yourself
You a liar
You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas albums yours stay on the shelf?
Well the shit we not buyin'
Get Rich Or Die
Oh it ain't a (occur this) nigga playin' himself
The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a
So Marcus got a [?] oh I'ma a tre at this character
I you gon' do the believably angle
some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz."

Well I'll admit, I was 15 I let a small one clap
But it's muscle memory soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu know about fightin' witcha cause he abusin' on ya mother?
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but to take it back because he tried to use it on his brother
See we wasn't Criminal Minded
But had to sleep the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Means Necessary, I the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep creatin' it, keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it
But since you cut that cloth, I cut the fabric
And this for MC Shan, I brought a couple ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) fuck up his
So yeah 'The Bridge Is Over' but under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, stickin' wit' me
Razor, spectacular Pretty Ricky
Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the target was this nigga
So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I to Mickey
You like to do letter force and black people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be left in a
If you don't got 720 or better you'll be in a month."
Well a lie cause with a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it Renegade?
my target I reached it
Mickey a bitch, man your whole squad in a precinct, I got the Blueprint
On the .9, 11
See bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And don't me go to the car to (Carter) release it
Take your favorite
Put him against an industry dude who they make the
Then let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid they make a Massacre
But we in caliber
You switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador
And the reason why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin'
I'm really wit' the
Y'all a nigga's soft when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch"

You wanted the small room, we could've did this on Summer
But at him tryin' to act up on person
But we all know is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it back up to Irving
All them Lux mannerisms is you lackin' ability
On this turf you natural delivery
Or you get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the fifth
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they is my dawg prints
start with Mark
You never made a mark to
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't Mark
not impressed Mark, so they bench Mark
Cause they never like at heart
And now he's dead, and it's Ted the bear will be next to Marky Mark
If y'all don't wanna see me Mickey D's then y'all should leave now
Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, like they start and
Pppt pppst, and you gon' get a burst of bullets, each
So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) the machine down

[Round 2: Mickey
battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling
You getting killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete?
Well I gave you the shot, and once it came outta st john, he died, Malik
120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on ESPN every
Your faces
NWX
In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you left in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, people use against you, I won't mention it here
So everybody grab ya asthma pumps, time for a breath of fresh air
known Clips before you, and he wasn't playing c-lo on the corner
Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the casino outta
But that's ya tho
crazy how you rep him
You go with him to roulettes, bets, he be too stressed and you don't painfully regret it?
ya friendship is criminal, and you aiding in the betting (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs
It's December 15th that still ain't dropped
Why you let 'em that?
And let this footage not come out, it's gon' be a real War Smack
And I aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you everything I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real Head ICE ain't on Smack
story short, my man called me and told me
"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little heated
Tried to ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic
I mean, literally
And before the dropped, my man said he saw ICE fishin' for a reason
I called back like, "Wait a second, he leave his crew. He had to get his front on son."
He said, "Nah son, this it was only with Beasley, and had ICE elated for the 1 on 1."
I said, "Wait a second. Is footage?"
He said, "Yeah, the kid almost got his cap
Uncle Ra got the child so."
You can bring up the shit about Budden, I avoid the wild truth
But when you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy Cried, "WOLF!"
This nigga fake, I should spit in ya face
But I'ma sit and wait, quiet, I don't instigate
Trip em, as I spot him, lift the iron and this is fate and
I'm standing the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
you 'bout to say some dumb shit like
"Bring water ya yard... cannonball
I draw and will (wheel) first... neanderthal
The tre young, and put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and bars
A bunch of dumb shit, with hands and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for that shit and
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA better than a scientist
Chin made of glass, still ain't got that though, I admit
At least you ain't get a Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list
The fire lit, I'ma ya, stenographer, I was hype typing this
Quiet down, cause you just a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack pride in this, a lion since
This was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm defining just where the lyin' (lion) is
Stomp him, till he feel the pain the foot, no podiatrist
Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread
And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no the quietest
I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an
He to size Mick' (seismic) wave
It ain't my fault lines been ground breaking in the first
Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he think believability matters
But that him wacker
Cause now he don't even ability matters
Mick dapper, Y-3 the fit to the sneaks
He'll (hill) rock gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the is to steep
Big dagger at this inconsiderate idiot's
blade in his mouth, lets see if he can escape by the skin of his teeth
2-0 ain't bout that debatable nigga
Wait the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

[Round 3:
Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the said, "This sound like a match."
I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of I get around (a round) with a MAC (Mack)
.380 squirtin', baby burpin', you get the on the back
And then I switch grips, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get to the Factz
You said why I'm always grinnin' when I see
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a round to a rat
You'll find out what's in store, you're found on your back
.40, Menace II Society this a attack (counterattack)
I caught his moms before dinner, it's a of three now
SM7, let's see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a round
in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or boss head in-between the subs; cold cuts
The toast up, and I stuff
have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be choked up
You was born on July 13th, your Zodiac's a
And I ain't gon' talk about this for half of the
Headshot, Factz unravel
And whoever stuck in shell see why this crab get the barrel
You don't want war, the signs show, you crack pressure
And better know that
Talk y'all the rulers of the moon
tell the scope (telescope) that
You know who you The DJ Akademiks of battle rap
Cause you like a vulture
You got nothin' to do with this
But always try to tell us to do with the culture
And Daylyt's Tekashi, time I'm [?]
Cause there's a blog and you he wasn't a troll until he met you
So what you him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
Then you sides
Diss Crip guys, like that don't coincide with the big time 9 tre's
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever come at 69
I hate you nigga, but is how it has to be
In this culture, you never talk stats with me
I put a 150 in shit, even did a match for free
As far as the Summer Madness 2 sponsor, was me
workin' with King Of The Dot, that's attached to me
So a Massacre make profits, I should get the tax with fees
I'm the that brought Harry to URL, you don't believe ask and see
Now think, "If DNA wasn't in this culture" battle rap would be
The 2 on 2's, ESPN, was me
WWE promos, was me
And you a has been on the sideline, sad to see
So how the fuck is the nigga opinionated Factz wit' me?
What? You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good move?
Well I brought a pump through
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can up to
rappin' is a test, we was actually convinced
That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for
You and Lupe was in the league but he was crashin' with the hits
But if you are what you say you are a you wouldn't have had us in suspense
he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco ever since
You been prolongin' this ass
And everywhere, I could've did in the spring you picked the December date
But I ain't
I guess since he boo'd up he wanna take an L in May
Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Mickey Factz got a wife and her is "Iesha"
This nigga is married
To the point where she be stressin' about the that he makin'
Like, "Baby this industry shit gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap
ya past relations."
If she pregnant, I her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and pacin'
Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't Another Bad Creation
I heard she sick with somethin' though, at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with when the heat dumpin'
And I know a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin'
Like I'm reachin' for the [?] like I somethin'
While my trigger finger like a fiend comin'
I catch him at the crib, his bucklin'
And pile ten in like the D's comin'
Random Factz, these are random
I was to your music and right before pressin' start
I see the cover to your Mause and I got a question Mark
See there's been some things I've been waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an graffiti artist that died from AIDS
And I he made a mistake
on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And think cause they pavin' the way
But what y'all don't know is all of them painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If these was football rules be under review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the tape you die from AIDS and all niggas-
You know what? You was just concerned the raps
What? You get a gay fan you'll be on to some plaques?
You're delusional, and so far from
But I guess you had no alternative, Factz
But see when you hate a nigga like you gotta study the opposition
So I writin' in my composition
And then I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction
Cause your first name's Mickey, is a fictional character
But then it becomes
Cause your last name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is iffy
That's why y'all will have to listen cause his ass is
You better make up your mind nigga, one is it?
or fiction?
I come to play
So don't get amped I'm The Champ, might get another belt
Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her
It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones felt
And I don't hear y'all say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you my slogan
(Get him the outta here!)
Hell no, he died get his ghost the in here
One industry nigga down get Los the fuck in here!

3: Mickey Factz]
Instead of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus
against a young Mick Foley
You only really good at Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but supporters think your rap pen dry
Your followers move with you though, even when you don't got an electric line, its something ya let slide
And that's the main I'ma break DNA down to the last enzyme
In Jurassic Park, mosquito's were covered in sap, and the blood they was to make dinosaurs
And to em back, they used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and combined it all
That's why your a sap, cause the shit people you extract, is to hide your flaws
And that's the main you still got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours
Example... we first seen you freestyle against Real Deal, in of Nigel
He had the rightful rebuttal title, he towered over everybody and for you, was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you blew up after goin' off the top of mind
And taking from him, to us, why you so Hollow inside
in point
I've known you for years, you dirty, way before early
Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the
Slow it ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal
Then turned to a reporter he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not authentic material, conditional
All the way down to ya pattern, i seen the Clips in you
Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, transferred his vibes
Then let his Child Play, after he him up to make him a good guy
Then you and K link, now you pacing and punching in every
Why Flex, you want the credit,
But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? mind
It you behind the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and never learned
Aww
I won't call you a or an essay 'Tez, that's Don Marino
But giving em slang, behind the scenes for URL, Chico
That's five people, that nigga keep at bay planted
Without their strands of DNA, we would've DNA stranded
Be blessed... and that movie you referenced got depth
Cause time is money and even they knew you couldn't go more with a T-Rex
I ain't condoning that, ex potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A will (sectional) come out, like where you was dozin' at
Finish lines and keep running with it, you overlapped
Trumping him, too, so if you vote for that
That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma everybody on the poll a (polar) cap
He's underground? From the first round? Root canal
Lemme the puzzle
It's a loco motive, clip a muzzle
Infrared so when he poke his head out, he'll see the at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, hot, it need shade
Blazing, D. appreciating the fans, the Heat wave
You doing what? Man I'm suited up I'm cool with Lux
Mook up?
You had a chopper 32 passengers you could tuck
Cool, I got the passengers but my shit is a moving bus
So when it transfer over, i just a move and bust!
You should
Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a monk
Send him a with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff
Cause when you hold a gun properly your two thumbs are usually up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but that's what wants, stupid cunt
what you get caping for the super slut
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' down after I stopped shootin' up
Take it in vein, with a blade and you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into Yung Ill shit
For years , you called me your
recklessly
Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep that energy
I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd rather refresh ya memory
Magic vs QP, you came up to me with your smile
And said "I'ma do something crazy! I you in front of the crowd!
Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do great to him."
And with all the random spit that out of Leon Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you that
You did interviews and diss tracks, I got called a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I that?
When he blogs sayin' I diss him?
Cause Rich him...you think I wanted that?
Look no punchline, all the facts and all the raps
I told Verb, you me in the front, here's the awkward catch
Verb Ill what I said, and Ill responded back
"I know what he gonna do already, cause someone else informed me that."
For years, I was the one they the snitching was dealt
But I knew who told...and guess what I kept that shit to my self
Took the blame, even took the fall, and never once for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who Yung Ill

[Aye
But I will...it was

Factz]
And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and that's actually a
But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, at his house
He let the nigga rat
How you think we found out you on the couch?
That nigga been a little rat
Now that's a real four bar setup, and I know it don't make sense, but does half of all ya raps
And since you love clappin' machetes it only makes sense a Clips you in the back!