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 started havin' panic attacks
And I feel like I got demoted
Now he cold sweats, his walls closin' in cause he can't get a top opponent
So I'ma make my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this room, now he claustrophobic
I'm that
They knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the cat
And the Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to us that you not the snitch but who's the snitch
That's still snitchin', that doesn't 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 snuffed Joe Buddens 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 say Yung Ill washed me
Like you the nigga that tried to plot on my round
So just like Joe on live chat you tried to it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down
But now we
Cool and I got the first
And now ya endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney business
It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but for this vulture
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna change the state of the
Picture his childhood, blocks
Hustlers coke and dope
And there go little Williams
at the Stop 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 friends like, "I remember Factz supported me."
His like, "Baby let's 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 embellish it."
But you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your Element
It ain't no secret, maybe they let you it
Well I'm done clowin' bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a
Damn homie, when you was on Freshman cover you was the man homie
What the fuck to you?
See it takes rounds to break down why we seen this nigga from the X excel (XXL)
Was it he dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews?
Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show &
We all you mixtapes, but in battle rap you a rookie
And I got respect for suckers
New Glock? Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this covered
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, 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 Cudi's career? Day and ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood Hard' just to see a plaque
And you know all this shit the truth, pay attention while I'm Factz
Factz, ya industry career, all lost
Factz, you made a song that said your bank had 414
Factz, I know you wish you could've saw more
And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't when many ring
And then my crew all bang, and then it's New York
I'm "facts" after everything
You made a mistake Danja, don't let them bloggers hype ya skills
And now you tryin' to make a back off your last error (era)
You spent too much time with
You fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for real
But before he can die Jive dropped him like 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
tryin' to force the truth about me about what happened to his body
Cause when find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still
The only seen half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it
After the Fact, the culture gon' be mourning
Matter of fact, I shoot out the matter of Factz
And now we gatherin' Factz I I got my story together
You went from Of The Dot to URL
told me you would switch your plan of attack
So of course you try to get Gully with Eric
But it's not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is that I'm damagin' that
Cause their case changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You gon' see if It's And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me 'How It's Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' when they me for this war
Now see what this nigga from the X
Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the
Aye Mickey how you doubt and belittle me?
If I give him a shell I'll put him outta his misery
This is World War One, cause this to victory
And if these bullets are the (artifacts) then you about to be history
Smack is bald, is vegan...and this 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 call
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." off more than Chris Paul
I'm surprised you made it this far, you and K Shine share a Zip car
He gon' have a of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
This punishment capitol, thought we was in Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!"
But don't say he's A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss
I'll tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim hoodie
Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for
Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric foot the bill?
Chill, student
He bit off more than he can with my pen, I'ma mean lyricist
He just intricate
Y'all give em plates, I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed into it
Emotional, cause if he start rebuttallin' and don't sense the crowd loving it
He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for it up, that was foul (Fowl) wasn't it?
Lay em out, then put hands and on em, fuck a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm In Full, I'ma 'Pump Up The Volume'
Then he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so there, so over here you can't do bad."
Well shit, I'm James Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's 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, they look and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each bullet got ya on it
Forensics find em 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 would grow up with ya
But after 21 jack, all bets was off when you showed up on the
Roll up with ya squad, i smoke, came 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, hoping for extra life, but he seeing
Be my guest, bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will heat ya head
prince rose to clock his face, give this Beast respect
Every good, I emerge to purge, I got your nerves shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to push
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 that line back in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this on... thinking it's high fashion
Who dressed Lemme guess...you
I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and help you it
But....I can't help you niglet
Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you
You on the menu I stepped cool in the clicking
Crazy, with two over my shoulder like a Bellevue visit
And I took off from the without a Jet-Blue ticket
Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile
Line it up here, straight ya eye, that's a uni-brow
You a clown, he wouldn't shoot a round at a
Put em down after I bow (BAOW), that's a round
You belong in the Grounds, Barry Reese should 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, zip em up, he a computer music file
And I did it with the MAC, so I'm him to the clouds
Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this broad 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 have Saga tie ya to a and drive, you'll be a backslider
I'd rather let it sing it hit you in ya soul like a black choir
Quagmire, his get swole
You getting cayenne cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my land hooks
President of my gang and we jump niggas, I am (ambush)
Tell tramp, we amped, be gone
I'ma
JayBlac, I'ma split him in
No more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout debatable nigga
Wait 'til next round
Got crazier to say to you nigga

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

Well I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a one clap
But it's muscle memory cause as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu know about fightin' witcha pops cause he on ya mother?
Or givin' ya a gun but havin' to take it back because he tried to use it on his brother
See we always Criminal Minded
But had to with the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Means Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under)
The Bronx keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I it
But you cut from 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 Is Over' but whoever's under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me
Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Pretty
Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the target was this Nitty
So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped to
You like to do letter force and tell people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be in a slum
If you don't got 720 or you'll be dead in a month."
Well that's a lie with a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mark? Or is it Renegade?
That's my 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 battler
Put him against an industry dude who they make the
Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid make a Massacre
But we in caliber
You keep switchin' from Mickey to Mark, you the main ambassador
And the why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin' character
I'm wit' the shits
Y'all know a nigga's when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch"

You wanted the small room, we could've did this on Summer
But look at him 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 cause you ability
On this you need natural delivery
Or you gon' get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, I hit up Rain, grabbed the four fifth
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they seen is my prints
Let's with Mark
You made a mark to start
did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market Mark
They not impressed Mark, so bench Mark
Cause they never like at heart
And now he's dead, and like 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, they start and rebound
Pppt pppst, and you get a burst of bullets, each round
So it's either clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) 'til the machine down

[Round 2: Mickey
This was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling
You getting killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete? Really?
Well I gave you the shot, and once it came st john, he died, Malik Sealy
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, that use against you, I won't mention it here
So everybody ya asthma pumps, it's 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 order
But ya brother tho
crazy how you rep him
You go with him to roulettes, 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 Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see vs Goodz
December 15th that battle still ain't dropped
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not come out, it's be a real Infinity War Smack
And I aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, you know 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 ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga 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 wouldn't his crew. He had to get his front on son."
He said, "Nah son, this time it was with 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 up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild truth
But you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!"
This fake, I should spit in ya ridiculous face
But I'ma sit and wait, real quiet, I instigate
Trip em, soon as I him, lift the iron and this is fate and
I'm standing the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say some dumb shit
"Bring water ya yard... cannonball
I draw and will (wheel) fire first...
The tre young, and put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, that don't make sense and random bars
A bunch of dumb shit, your hands and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better a scientist
Chin made of glass, still got that frontal though, I admit
At least you get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list
The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing
Quiet down, cause you wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my take pride in this, a lion since
This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the and I'm defining just where the lyin' (lion) is
Stomp him, he feel the pain from the foot, no podiatrist
Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread
And if Big T in, silencers, now he no longer the quietest
I'm wrecking his environment, they me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to size Mick' (seismic)
It ain't my fault lines been ground breaking in the first
Y'all let this 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 idiot's cheek
Then blade in his mouth, lets see if he can by the skin of his teeth
2-0 ain't nothing bout that nigga
Wait 'til the next round, got crazier to say to you nigga

3: DNA]
Soon as said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match."
I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of Comedy I get (a round) with a MAC (Mack)
.380 squirtin', burpin', you get the pound on the back
And then I grips, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get down to the Factz
You said why I'm grinnin' when I see you?
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' I'm finna give a round to a rat
You'll find out what's in store, when you're found on your
.40, Menace II Society this a counter (counterattack)
I caught his moms before dinner, it's a family of now
SM7, let's see what you can take from the (mil') like a Reed round
Dezi in the left, somethin' in the other like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your head in-between the subs; cold cuts
The toast up, and I stuff
I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be up
You was on July 13th, your Zodiac's a cancer
And I ain't gon' talk about for half of the battle
Headshot, will unravel
And whoever stuck in shell see why this crab get the barrel
You don't want war, the signs show, you under pressure
And y'all better know
Talk y'all the rulers of the moon
Well tell the (telescope) that
You know who you are? The DJ Akademiks of rap
Cause you like a vulture
You got nothin' to do this culture
But try to tell us what to do with the culture
And Tekashi, this time I'm [?]
Cause there's a and you said he wasn't a troll until he met you
So what you told
"Forget rhymes, change"?
Then you switched
Diss this Crip guys, like that don't coincide 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 culture, you could never talk stats with me
I put a 150 in this shit, even did a match for
As far as the Madness 2 sponsor, that was me
Nikiya with King 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 Harry to URL, you don't 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 from Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a good through
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can up to
This rappin' is a test, we was actually
That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for
You and was in the same league but he was crashin' 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 style you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco since
You been prolongin' 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? nigga Mickey Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha"
This nigga is married
To the point where she be stressin' the money that he makin'
Like, "Baby this industry ain't gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap
Fuck ya relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and pacin'
Stomach shot won't have Another Bad Creation
I heard she sick with somethin' though, at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis when the heat
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 itchin' like a fiend comin'
I catch him at the crib, his bucklin'
And then pile ten in like the D's
Random Factz, are random facts
I was listenin' to music and right before pressin' start
I see the cover to your Mause mixtape and I got a question
See there's been some things that been waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's artist that died from AIDS
And I think he a mistake
Cause on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy and Keith Haring
And y'all think cause they the way
But what y'all don't is all three 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 you die from AIDS and all them niggas-
You know what? You was concerned with 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 a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition
So I started in my composition
And when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction
Cause your first name's Mickey, which is a character
But it becomes tricky
Cause your name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy
That's why y'all will have to listen cause his ass is
You better up your mind nigga, which one is it?
or fiction?
I ain't to play
So don't get amped I'm The Champ, might get another belt
my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her health
It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones that's
And I don't wanna hear y'all say the culture (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my slogan
(Get him the fuck here!)
Hell no, he died get his ghost the in here
One industry nigga down get King Los the in here!

[Round 3: Factz]
Instead of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus
Going against a young Mick
You only really good at Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but your think your rap pen dry
Your followers move with you though, even when you got an electric line, its something ya fans let slide
And that's the main reason I'ma break DNA down to the last
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 a sap, cause the shit from people you extract, is to hide your flaws
And that's the main reason you still got 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 everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you up after goin' off the top of your mind
And from him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside
in point
I've you for years, you been dirty, way before early
Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and Wild N Out with the jersey's
Slow it down ma, at how son dress, you took it literal
turned to a reporter once he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's
All the way down to ya pattern, i seen the Clips in you
Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, 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 and punching in every line
Why Flex, you the credit, fine?
But why would I you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind
It wasn't you the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and never Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a Mexican or an 'Tez, that's Don Marino
But keep giving em slang, 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 movie you referenced got extreme depth
Cause time is money and even they you couldn't go more rounds with a T-Rex
I ain't that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A will (sectional) come out, like where you was dozin' at
Finish lines and running with it, you getting overlapped
him, easily 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 motive, clip 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, handle hot, it need
Blazing, D. Wade appreciating the fans, the Heat
You doing what? Man I'm suited up I'm cool with Lux
what up?
You had a chopper 32 passengers you could tuck
Cool, I got the same but my shit is a moving bus
So when it over, i just make a move and bust!
You should
Prey on him with the at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk
him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff
Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two are usually up
ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but that's 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' drug down after I stopped up
it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a sick, lets get into this Yung Ill shit
For years , you me your enemy
Real
Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had chemistry
You had this tendency, of out, well keep that same energy
Cause I use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd rather refresh ya memory
vs QP, you came up to me with your dysfunctional smile
And said "I'ma do something crazy! I want you in of the crowd!
Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do great to him."
And all the random 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 your crew, you disregarded
You did and dropped diss tracks, I got called a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I started
When he made blogs sayin' I diss
Cause Rich him...you think I wanted that?
no punchline, know 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 exactly what he gonna do already, cause someone else me that."
For years, I was the one they said the was dealt
But I been knew who told...and guess what I kept that shit to my
Took the blame, even took the fall, and never 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 haven't "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact
But you think about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his house
He let the nigga rat
How you we found out about you on the couch?
That nigga been a chatty rat
Now that's a real bar setup, and I know it don't make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps
And you love clappin' machetes it only makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back!