Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said there's nowhere to escape now
as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks
And I just feel I got demoted
Now he havin' cold sweats, his walls closin' in cause he get a top opponent
So make my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small room, now he claustrophobic
I'm 'bout
They knowin' lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the moment Smack rode in the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to tell us you not the snitch but who's the snitch
That's still snitchin', doesn't sound tough
Cause real niggas in the 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 Buddens and he almost dropped to the
Well that pertains to our situation and y'all know now
Cause time I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me
Like you wasn't the nigga that to plot 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 tryin' to in (Budden) to Disney business
It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for this
And the beam on the side of (mouse) gonna change the state of the culture
his childhood, Bronx blocks
Hustlers sellin' coke and
And there go 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 tell (Montel) Williams they'll let the a (holster) show

The cameras come on, all his friends like, "I remember when Factz me."
His baby like, "Baby go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. That's me."
So they took away the to make you act accordingly
Told his parents, "Wait you see our V."
I'm like, "He embellish it."
But once you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you your Element
It ain't no secret, maybe they let you it
Well I'm clowin' this bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I get the run down on a whip
Damn homie, when you was on Freshman cover you was the man homie
What the happened to you?
See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen this nigga the X excel (XXL)
Was it cause he dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no
Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't & Prove
We all seen you mixtapes, but in battle rap you a
And I don't got respect for
New Glock? Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this covered
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you a piece of that
Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu you on tour was a decent act
You and career? Day and night ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood 'Hustle Hard' to see a plaque
And you know all this shit the truth, pay attention I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya career, all lost dreams
Factz, you made a song that said your 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 it's New York slang
I'm gettin' "facts" everything
You made a mistake with Danja, don't let them hype ya skills
And now you tryin' to make a come back off 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 him like when he signed the deal
It's one murder case, all it to shine the kill
That means I make my blood circulate and let the peel
They tryin' to force the truth about me what happened to his body
when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still
The seen half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it together
After the Fact, the gon' be mourning forever
Matter of fact, I shoot out the matter of Factz
And now we gatherin' Factz I think I got my story
You from King Of The Dot to URL
Beasley told me you would your plan of attack
So of course you gonna try to get Gully with
But it's not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence that I'm that
Cause their whole case changed once DNA with Factz
You gon' see if It's Dark And Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me 'How Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these 'Niggas 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 Mickey how could you and belittle me?
If I give him a shell then I'll put him outta his
This is World War One, this amounting to victory
And if these bullets are the (artifacts) then you about to be history
is bald, Verb is vegan...and this camera is black
And if y'all was confused what I was doin' I just gave y'all an of facts

[Round 1: Mickey
You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a call
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off than Chris Paul
I'm you made it this far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car
He have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
This punishment capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz (Bismark)!"
But don't say 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss
I'll you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, this footage show, I give that grim hoodie feel
Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for
Beasley me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
After I with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the bill?
Chill, nervous
He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, mean lyricist
He just seem
Y'all give em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV since he into it
Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and don't sense the crowd 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 Daylyt so over there, so over here you do bad."
Well shit, I'm Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's Gotta A Brand New Bag'
Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause some rifles 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 find em with no ID, but knew it was you, the shells had DNA on it
When you hit 18, we let you rock, figure you would grow up with ya bars
But after 21 jack, all was off when you showed up on the card
Roll up with ya squad, i smoke, came close but no cigar
You a calling me a clown is a gag, well if I'm it, why you throw up on the job
Smack, he to one upchuck, hoping for extra 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, this Beast respect
Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got nerves shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to Twork?
I'm tryna say shit to get a push
Go in the mirror, I want you to tell me how the look
And niggas want you to with the Jerseys
Like right when we to see Surf cook
Lemme bring that line in
Ray jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action
I'm drunk, to throw him over a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's high
Who dressed you? guess...you
I can tell you did it, I be helpful and help you with it
But....I really help you niglet
Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
You on the menu I stepped cool in the venue
Crazy, with two straps over my shoulder like a visit
And I took off from the without a Jet-Blue ticket
Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a
it up here, straight over ya eye, that's a uni-brow
You a clown, he wouldn't a round at a shoot-around
Put em down after I bow (BAOW), that's a round
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Reese should be super proud
Four bar Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the style
Who (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot?
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
coach you for now, whatever 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 gon' need a new canal
biblical
I should get A. Ward to ya
Or have Saga tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a
I'd rather let it sing till it hit you in ya like a black choir
Quagmire, his cheek get
You cayenne cooked, like chef's 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 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 was poppin' 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 beat me with the O-Red material."
That shit ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get on sight (site); Wikipedia
Ya name Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, that's why line is genius
you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and here's the .9 between us
Who you been sparrin' Chilla?
Well in this (Serena) you better hope your 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 trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Mickey Gym
Get in shape, lift the weights I split ya chin
I'm a with the Taurus, might hit a limb
So the judgement is bad for him, I'm a (simple ten)
The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you Rain lightly, it's drizzlin'
And then give 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?
I still had shit landin' (land and) overseas (over seas); amphibian
You can't be so fire as a ghostwriter if you say it yourself
You a known
You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas albums yours stay on the shelf?
Well that's the we not buyin'
Get Or Die Tryin'
Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) nigga himself
The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a
So Marcus got a [?] oh I'ma clap a tre at character
I seen you gon' do the angle
some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz."

Well admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap
But it's muscle memory soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu know fightin' witcha pops cause he abusin' on ya mother?
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it because he tried to use it on his brother
See we wasn't always Criminal
But had to sleep with the ratchet we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it
But since you cut from cloth, I cut the fabric
And this revenge for MC Shan, I brought a ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) up his passage
So yeah Bridge Is Over' but whoever's under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, she's wit' me
Razor, spectacular Pretty Ricky
Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the was this nigga Nitty
So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I to Mickey
You like to do letter and tell black people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be in a slum
If you don't got 720 or better you'll be in a month."
Well that's a lie cause with a .357 I can get I want
Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it
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 favorite battler
Put him an industry dude who they make the challenger
Then they let vultures in the culture, every time get paid they make a Massacre
But we in caliber
You keep switchin' from Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador
And the why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin' character
I'm really the shits
Y'all know a nigga's soft when you a nigga, 'Get a bitch"

You wanted the small room, we could've did on Summer Madness
But look at him tryin' to act up on
But we all know Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna it back up to Irving
All Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability
On this turf you need natural
Or you gon' get torched on this Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the four
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they is my dawg prints
start with Mark
You made a mark to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you market Mark
not impressed Mark, so they bench Mark
Cause never like Mark 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, like they and rebound
pppst, and you gon' get a burst of bullets, each round
So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) the machine down

[Round 2: Mickey
This battle was to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling
You killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this 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 tooth, how you on ESPN every year?
retarded faces
NWX
In K-Shine's fight Chess, how you almost left in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't mention it
So everybody grab ya pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air
I've known Clips before you, and he wasn't c-lo on the corner
Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the outta order
But ya brother tho
It's how you rep him
You go with him to roulettes, lose bets, he be too stressed and you don't painfully it?
Gamblin' ya friendship is criminal, and you in the betting (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then vs Suge
And before we see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz
It's 15th that battle still ain't dropped
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not come out, it's gon' be a real War Smack
And I ain't for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you know everything I say all
But on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE ain't on Smack
story short, my man called me and told me
"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the nigga heated
to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic
I mean, literally
And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE fishin' for a
I called back like, "Wait a second, he wouldn't leave his crew. He had to get his 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 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 you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!"
This nigga fake, I should spit in ya face
But sit and wait, real quiet, I don't instigate
Trip em, soon as I spot him, lift the iron and this is and
I'm standing the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say dumb shit like
"Bring ya back yard... cannonball
I draw and (wheel) fire first... neanderthal
The tre young, and put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random
A bunch of shit, with your hands and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA better than a scientist
Chin of glass, still ain't got that frontal though, I admit
At least you get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list
The fire lit, body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing this
Quiet down, you just wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack take in this, a lion since
This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm just where the lyin' (lion) is
Stomp him, till he feel the pain the foot, no podiatrist
nose, sinuses, let it spread viruses
And if Big T in, silencers, now he no longer the quietest
I'm wrecking his environment, wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to Mick' (seismic) wave
It ain't my lines been ground breaking in the first place
Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think matters
But made him wacker
Cause now he don't even believe ability
dapper, Y-3 from the fit to the sneaks
He'll (hill) rock gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to
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 nigga
Wait 'til the next round, got crazier to say to you nigga

[Round 3:
Soon as said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match."
I said it's no me, King Of Comedy I get around (a round) with a MAC (Mack)
.380 squirtin', baby burpin', you get the pound on the
And then I switch grips, some big shit, grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get down to the Factz
You why I'm always grinnin' when I see you?
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) cause 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 his moms before dinner, it's a family of three now
SM7, let's see you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed round
Dezi in the left, somethin' in the hand like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your boss in-between the subs; cold cuts
The toast up, and I know
I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be up
You was born on 13th, your Zodiac's a cancer
And I ain't gon' talk about for half of the battle
Headshot, Factz will
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 better know
Talk about y'all the of the moon
Well the scope (telescope) that
You know who you are? The DJ Akademiks of rap
Cause you move a vulture
You got nothin' to do with culture
But always try to tell us what to do with the
And Daylyt's Tekashi, time I'm [?]
Cause there's a blog and you said he wasn't a troll he met you
So you told him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
Then you sides
Diss this Crip guys, like don't coincide 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 with me
I put a 150 in shit, even did a match for free
As far as the Madness 2 sponsor, that was me
Nikiya workin' King Of The Dot, that's attached to me
So when a make profits, I should get the tax with fees
I'm the nigga that brought Harry to URL, you 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 talkin' Factz wit' me?
What? You got some advice from That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a good through
It hit floors, leavin' men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to
This rappin' is a test, we was 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 crashin' the hits
But if you are what you say you are a 'Superstar' you have had us in suspense
Cause he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's a Fiasco ever since
You been this ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I did this in the spring you picked the December date
But I trippin'
I guess since he boo'd up he ain't wanna an L in May
Oh y'all know? This nigga Mickey Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha"
This is married married
To the point where she be stressin' about the money he makin'
Like, "Baby this industry shit ain't gon' cut it. Go to battle rap
Fuck ya relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, 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 it with arthritis when the heat dumpin'
And I know that's a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) E's (disease) comin'
I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger like a fiend comin'
I catch him at the crib, his knees
And then pile ten in the D's comin'
Random Factz, are random facts
I was to your music and right before pressin' start
I see the cover to Mause mixtape and I got a question Mark
See there's been things that I've been waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't know his character on that was an 80's graffiti 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 cause they pavin' the way
But what y'all don't know is all three of 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 what? You was just concerned with the raps
What? You get a gay fan you'll be on to some plaques?
delusional, and so far from reality
But I guess you had no other alternative,
But see when you hate a like this you gotta study the opposition
So I started in my composition
And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding:
Cause your name's Mickey, which is a fictional character
But then it tricky
Cause your last name's Factz 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 mind nigga, which one is it?
or fiction?
I ain't to play
So don't get amped I'm still The Champ, might get belt
Suck my dick, your bitch, fuck her health
It's NWX we run this shit, we the that's felt
And I don't wanna hear say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Volume 3 you know my slogan
(Get him the fuck here!)
Hell no, he died get his the fuck in here
One industry nigga down get King Los the in here!

3: Mickey Factz]
Instead of this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack
Going against a young Foley
You only really at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but your supporters think rap pen dry
followers move with you though, even when you don't got an electric line, its something ya fans let slide
And that's the main reason I'ma DNA down 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 DNA to fill in the gaps, and combined it all
That's why your a sap, the shit from people you extract, is to hide your flaws
And that's the reason you still got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours
Example... we seen you freestyle against Real Deal, in front of Nigel
He had the rightful title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you blew up after goin' off the top of mind
And from him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside
in point
I've known you for years, you dirty, way before early
Then before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's
it down ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal
Then turned to a once he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not authentic material, conditional
All the way to ya rhyme pattern, i seen the Clips in you
Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, transferred his vibes
let his Child Play, after he dolled 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 credit you for shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind
It wasn't you the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya from Cortez, and never learned Spanish
Aww
I call you a Mexican or an essay '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 that you referenced got extreme depth
Cause time is money and they knew you couldn't go more rounds with a T-Rex
I ain't that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A section will (sectional) come out, where you was dozin' at
lines and keep running with it, you getting overlapped
Trumping him, easily too, so if you for that
That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma give everybody on the a (polar) cap
He's still From the first round? Root canal
finish the puzzle
It's a loco motive, clip with a
Infrared so when he his head out, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, hot, it need shade
Blazing, D. Wade appreciating the fans, the wave
You doing what? Man I'm up like I'm cool with Lux
what up?
You had a chopper with 32 passengers you could
Cool, I got the same passengers but my shit is a bus
So when it over, i just make a move and bust!
You duck
on him with the piece at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk
Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma movie
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
That's what you get caping for the super
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' drug down after I stopped up
Take it in vein, with a and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, get into this Yung Ill shit
For years , you called me enemy
recklessly
Whats the DNA? Cause We never 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 rather ya memory
Magic vs QP, you up to me with your dysfunctional smile
And said "I'ma do something crazy! I want you in of the crowd!
Yung Ill 3-0'd, I'ma do something great to him."
And with all the random spit that came out of Leon Spinks mouth, you never me what you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you that
You did interviews and dropped diss tracks, I got a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You I started that?
he made blogs sayin' I diss him?
Cause Rich beat him...you think I that?
no punchline, know all the facts and all the raps
I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the awkward
Verb told Ill I said, and Ill responded back
"I know exactly he gonna 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 I kept that shit to my self
Took the blame, even took the fall, and never asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I not say who told Yung Ill

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But I will...it was

Factz]
And I haven't told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact
But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his
He let the nigga 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 make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps
And since you love clappin' machetes it makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back!