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 started panic attacks
And I just like I got demoted
Now he havin' sweats, his walls closin' in cause he can't get a top opponent
So I'ma make my foe be a (phobia) in this small room, now he claustrophobic
I'm that
They I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to tell us you not the snitch but who's the snitch
That's snitchin', that doesn't sound tough
Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your shut
Now y'all remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that pertains to our situation and gotta know now
Cause every I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me
Like you wasn't the nigga that tried to on my round
So just like Joe on live chat you tried to cover it Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down
But now we
Cool and I got the first
And now ya lives endin' for to butt in (Budden) to Disney business
It's too to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for this vulture
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna the state of the culture
Picture his childhood, blocks
Hustlers sellin' coke and
And there go little Mark
Starin' at the Snitchin' poster slow
You wasn't supposed to say jack but the more he he forgot how it's supposed to go
What I'm to say is
Before mine tell (Montel) they'll let the host a (holster) show

The come on, all his friends like, "I remember when Factz supported me."
His baby like, "Baby go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. insulting me."
So they took away the to make you act accordingly
Told his parents, "Wait 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) you outta your Element
It ain't no secret, maybe they let you it
Well I'm done this bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a whip
Damn homie, when you was on that cover you was the man homie
What the fuck to you?
See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen this nigga the X excel (XXL)
Was it cause he a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews?
Nah, cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove
We all seen you mixtapes, but in rap you a rookie
And I don't got respect for
New Glock? Nah, I give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered
Your (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of that
Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a act
You and career? Day and night ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood 'Hustle Hard' just to see a
And you know all this shit the truth, pay while I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya industry career, all dreams
Factz, you made a song that said bank account had 414
Factz, I know you wish you could've saw green
And now your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when many ring
And then my crew all bang, and then it's New York
I'm gettin' "facts" after
You a mistake with Danja, don't let them bloggers hype ya skills
And now you tryin' to make a come back off last error (era)
You spent too much time with
You wanna fight? on me? Oh you gon' die for real
But he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the deal
It's one case, all it takes to shine the kill
That means I make my circulate and let the iron peel
They tryin' to force the truth about me about what happened to his
Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying,
The only half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it together
the Fact, the culture gon' be mourning forever
Matter of fact, I shoot out the brain of Factz
And now we Factz I think I got my story together
You from King Of The Dot to URL
Beasley told me you switch your 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 whole changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You gon' see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the
Aye, they asked me 'How Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these Done Started Something' when they picked me for this war
Now see what this from the X get?
Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the
Aye how could you doubt and belittle me?
If I give him a shell then put him outta his misery
This is World War One, cause amounting to victory
And if bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be history
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and this camera is
And if y'all was what I was doin' I just gave y'all an example of facts

[Round 1: Mickey
You been my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch call
Fuck your flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off more than Chris Paul
I'm surprised you made it this far, since you and K share a Zip car
He gon' a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
This capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!"
But don't say he's 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big
I'll tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this (discharge)
Nevertheless, this will show, I give that grim hoodie feel
Your is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real
paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which gon' foot the bill?
Chill, student
He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, I'ma lyricist
He seem intricate
Y'all give em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV he feed into it
Emotional, cause if he start freestyle and don't sense the crowd loving it
prolly 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, fuck a 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 so over there, so over here you can't do bad."
Well shit, I'm James Brown and he my son and Gotta A Brand New Bag'
Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause rifles gotta blade on it
But when a fan recite it, look stupid and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each got ya name on it
Forensics em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the shells had DNA on it
When you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you grow up with ya bars
But after 21 jack, all bets was off you showed up on the card
Roll up with ya squad, i want smoke, close but no cigar
You a wretch calling me a clown is a gag, if I'm it, why you throw up on the job
Smack, he tried to one upchuck, for extra life, but he seeing death
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire my hands will heat ya head
This rose to clock his face, give this Beast respect
Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got nerves shook
You Nu Jeruz to push 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 you to stop with the Jerseys
Like right we bout to see Surf cook
bring that line back in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) this rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, telling the cops, "We kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking this outfit on... thinking it's high fashion
Who dressed Lemme guess...you
I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and you with it
But....I really help you niglet
I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't you digits
You on the menu I stepped cool in the clicking
Crazy, with two straps over my shoulder like a Bellevue
And I took off from the gate without a Jet-Blue
Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a
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 I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese be super proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, a Cass' trait, we all knew the style
Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the
Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a computer music
And I did it the MAC, so I'm sending him to the clouds
Lemme coach you for now, movie crowd, this broad cast in
I'll gun em til his eye is like Hubie Brown (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space we see it's no tooth allowed
Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he need a new route canal
biblical
I should get A. to baptize ya
Or have Saga tie ya to a and drive, you'll be a backslider
I'd rather let it sing till it hit you in ya soul a black choir
Quagmire, his get swole
You getting cayenne cooked, like in Thailand, my guys land hooks
President of my and we jump niggas, I am Bush (ambush)
this tramp, we amped, be gone
I'ma
JayBlac, I'ma him in half
No more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout that nigga
Wait this next round
Got shit to say to you nigga

[Round 2:
I was possum, while you and your niggas 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 sick of ya
All this, "He can't me with the O-Red material."
That deceiving ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on (site); Wikipedia
Ya name Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, why this line is genius
Cause you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and the .9 between us
Who you been sparrin' wit'?
Well in this arena (Serena) you better hope shit the meanest
Cause ten is (tennis) to whoever give 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 weights I split ya chin
I'm a fool the Taurus, might hit a limb
So the is bad for him, I'm a simpleton (simple ten)
The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's
And I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any room that you sit us in (citizen)
What you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that was a win?
Well I still had shit landin' (land and) overseas (over seas);
You can't be so as a ghostwriter if you gotta say it yourself
You a known
You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas while yours stay on the shelf?
Well that's the we not buyin'
Get Rich Or Die
Oh it a Curtis (occur this) nigga playin' himself
The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a
So got a [?] oh I'ma clap 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 since I let a one clap
But it's memory cause soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu about fightin' witcha pops cause he abusin' on ya mother?
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it back he tried to use it on his brother
See we wasn't always Criminal
But had to with the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep creatin' it, keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it
But since you cut from cloth, I cut the fabric
And revenge for MC Shan, I brought a couple ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) fuck up his
So yeah 'The Bridge Is but whoever's under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, stickin' wit' me
Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Ricky
Gun, I'm cozy it, Twork said the target was this nigga Nitty
So I started Rum, but somehow I slipped to Mickey
You like to do letter force and tell black people their credit scores
Like, "You'll be in a slum
If you don't got 720 or better be dead in a month."
that's a lie cause with a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mause? Or is it Renegade?
That's my target I it
Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man your whole squad in a precinct, I got the
On the .9, 11
See bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And don't make me go to the car to (Carter) it
your favorite battler
Put him against an industry dude who make the challenger
Then they let vultures in the culture, time they get paid they make a Massacre
But we outweigh in
You keep from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador
And the reason why the scene's up, stop breakin' character
I'm really wit' the
Y'all a nigga's soft when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch"

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

[Round 2: Mickey
This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real pummeling
You getting killed Superbad, word to my ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete? Really?
Well I gave you the shot, and it came outta st john, he died, Malik Sealy
120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on every year?
Your retarded
NWX
In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you almost in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I mention it here
So everybody ya asthma pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air
I've known Clips you, and he wasn't playing c-lo on the corner
Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the outta order
But that's ya tho
It's how you rep him
You go him to roulettes, lose bets, he be too stressed and you don't painfully regret it?
Gamblin' ya friendship is criminal, and you in the betting (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, Twork vs Suge
And we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz
It's December that battle still ain't dropped
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not come out, gon' be a real Infinity War Smack
And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the (Thor ax)
Fall back, you know everything I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE on Smack
story short, my man called me and told me
"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga
Tried to poke ya out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic
I mean, freezing
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 time it was only Beasley, and had ICE elated for the 1 on 1."
I said, "Wait a second. Is footage?"
He said, "Yeah, the kid got his cap twisted
Ra got the child proof so."
You can bring up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the truth
But when you and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!"
This nigga fake, I should spit in ya face
But I'ma sit and wait, real quiet, I don't
Trip em, soon as I him, lift the iron and this is fate and
I'm over the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say dumb shit like
"Bring water ya yard... cannonball
I draw and will (wheel) fire first...
The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that make sense and random bars
A bunch of shit, with your hands and all
And everybody gon' go for that shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better a scientist
Chin made of glass, ain't got that frontal though, I admit
At you ain't get a Blue 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
pussycat 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 from the foot, no podiatrist
nose, sinuses, let it spread viruses
And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no longer the
I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to shake the room now you up in an earthquake
He to size Mick' (seismic) wave
It ain't my fault lines been breaking in the first place
Y'all let herb say anything! To the point, he don't think believability matters
But that made him
Cause now he don't even believe matters
Mick dapper, Y-3 the fit to the sneaks
He'll (hill) rock gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, the cliffhanger, he say the shit 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 nothing bout that debatable
Wait 'til the round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

3: DNA]
Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound a match."
I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of Comedy I get around (a round) 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, get down to the Factz
You said why I'm always grinnin' I see you?
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna 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 counter (counterattack)
I caught his moms before dinner, a family of three now
SM7, let's see what you can take from the (mil') like a Reed round
Dezi in the left, somethin' in the other hand in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or down
Arms, both up "So what?"
Or your head in-between the subs; cold cuts
The up, and I know stuff
I'll my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be choked up
You was born on July 13th, your a cancer
And I ain't gon' about this for half of the battle
Headshot, Factz unravel
And whoever stuck in shell see why this crab get the barrel
You don't war, the signs show, you crack under pressure
And y'all know that
Talk y'all the rulers of the moon
Well the scope (telescope) that
You who you are? The DJ Akademiks of battle rap
Cause you move like a
You got nothin' to do this culture
But always try to tell us what to do with the
And Daylyt's Tekashi, time I'm [?]
Cause a blog and you said he wasn't a troll until he met you
So what you him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
you switched sides
Diss this Crip guys, like that don't with the big time 9 tre's
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you come at 69 sideways?
I you nigga, but this is how it has to be
In this culture, you could never talk stats me
I put a 150 in shit, even did a match for free
As far as the Summer 2 sponsor, that was me
Nikiya workin' with Of The Dot, that's attached to me
So when a Massacre profits, I should get the tax with fees
I'm the nigga that brought to URL, you don't believe ask and see
Now think, "If DNA wasn't in culture" where battle rap would be
The 2 on 2's, ESPN, was me
WWE promos, was me
And you a has on the sideline, it's 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 good through
It hit floors, leavin' men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to
rappin' is a test, we was actually convinced
That you was top but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for rent
You and Lupe was in the same league but he was with the hits
But if you are what you say you are a 'Superstar' you wouldn't had us in suspense
Cause he took the you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco ever since
You prolongin' this ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December
But I trippin'
I since he boo'd up he ain't wanna take an L in May
Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha"
This is married married
To the point where she be stressin' about the money that he
Like, "Baby this industry shit ain't gon' cut it. Go back to rap
Fuck ya relations."
If she pregnant, I her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and pacin'
Stomach shot won't have Another Bad Creation
I heard she sick with though, look at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called but I confused it with arthritis when the heat dumpin'
And I know a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin'
Like I'm for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger like a fiend comin'
I catch him at the crib, his knees
And pile ten in like the D's comin'
Random Factz, these are facts
I was listenin' to your and right before pressin' start
I see the cover to your Mause mixtape and I got a Mark
See there's been some things that I've waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that died from AIDS
And I think he made a
Cause on the he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And think cause they pavin' the way
But what y'all know is all three of them painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If these was football you'll be under review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the you die from AIDS and all them niggas-
You know what? You was just concerned the raps
What? You get a gay fan base you'll be on to some
You're delusional, and so far from
But I you had no other alternative, Factz
But see when you hate a nigga like this you gotta study the
So I started writin' in my
And then I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction
Cause your first name's Mickey, is a fictional character
But it becomes tricky
Cause your name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy
That's why will have to listen cause his ass is trippin'
You better make up your nigga, which one is it?
Fact or
I come to play
So get amped I'm still The Champ, might get another belt
Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her
It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones that's
And I don't wanna hear y'all say the robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my
(Get him the outta here!)
Hell no, he died get his ghost the fuck in
One nigga down get King Los the fuck in here!

3: Mickey Factz]
Instead of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Jack
against a young Mick Foley
You really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't to beat a dead horse, but your supporters think your rap pen dry
Your followers move with you though, when you don't got an electric line, its something ya fans let slide
And that's the main reason I'ma break DNA to the last enzyme
In Jurassic Park, mosquito's were in sap, and the blood they extract was to make dinosaurs
And to bring em back, they used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and it all
That's why your a sap, cause the shit from 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 front of
He had the rightful title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you blew up goin' off the top of your mind
And taking from him, proved to us, why you so inside
in point
I've known you for years, you been dirty, way early
Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out the jersey's
Slow it ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal
Then turned to a reporter once he had Con in the (interview)
That makes you a replica, not material, that's conditional
All the way down to ya pattern, i seen the Clips in you
put his hand on ya forehead, transferred his hood 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 Never mind
It wasn't you behind the it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and learned Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a or an essay 'Tez, that's Don Marino
But keep giving em slang, behind the scenes for URL,
That's five people, that this nigga keep at bay
Without their of DNA, we would've seen DNA stranded
Be blessed... and that movie you referenced got extreme
Cause time is money and even they knew you couldn't go more with a T-Rex
I ain't that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A section will (sectional) out, like where you was dozin' at
lines and keep running with it, you getting overlapped
Trumping him, too, so if you vote for that
That's cold, *ch ch* so give everybody on the poll a (polar) cap
He's still underground? From the round? Root canal
Lemme finish the
It's a loco motive, with a muzzle
so when he poke his head out, he'll see the light 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 like I'm cool Lux
what up?
You had a chopper with 32 passengers you tuck
Cool, I got the same passengers but my shit is a bus
So when it transfer over, i make a move and bust!
You duck
Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a Buddhist
Send him a with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff
Cause when you a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are usually up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but what Cupid wants, stupid cunt
That's what you get caping for the slut
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' down after I stopped shootin' up
it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get this Yung Ill shit
For years , you called me your
Real
Whats the science DNA? Cause We had good chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep same energy
Cause I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd 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 3-0'd, I'ma do something great to him."
And with all the spit that came out of Leon Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in crew, you disregarded that
You did interviews and diss tracks, I got called a rat
For all of that? Me telling You think I started that?
When he made sayin' I diss him?
Cause Rich beat him...you think I that?
Look no punchline, all the facts and all the raps
I Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the awkward catch
Verb told Ill I said, and Ill responded back
"I know exactly what he do already, cause someone else informed me that."
For years, I was the one said the snitching was dealt
But I been knew who told...and guess what I that shit to my self
Took the blame, even the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who Yung Ill

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But I will...it was

Factz]
And I still told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact
But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, at his house
He let the Spanish rat
How you think we out about you on the couch?
nigga been a chatty little rat
Now that's a real four bar setup, and I know it don't make sense, but neither does of all ya raps
And since you love clappin' machetes it makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back!