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 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks
And I feel 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) bitch in this room, now he claustrophobic
I'm that
knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the moment Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse)
You 'bout to tell us that you not the snitch but who's the
That's still snitchin', that doesn't sound
Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your shut
Now ain't remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground
that pertains to our situation and y'all gotta know now
Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Ill washed me
Like you wasn't the nigga that to plot on my round
So just like Joe on live chat you 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 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
Picture his childhood, blocks
Hustlers coke and dope
And go little Mark Williams
Starin' at the Stop Snitchin' slow
You wasn't to say jack but the more he aged he forgot how it's supposed to go
I'm tryin' 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 like, "Baby let's go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. That's me."
So they took away the Accord to you act accordingly
his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V."
I'm like, "He embellish it."
But once you let your 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
I'm done clowin' this bitch
And since you own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down 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 this from the X excel (XXL)
Was it he dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews?
Nah, it's when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove
We all you mixtapes, but in battle rap you a rookie
And I got respect for suckers
New Glock? Nah, I just his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a and you wanted a piece of that
Roth ran them colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a decent act
You and career? Day and night ('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 lost
Factz, you made a song that said your account had 414
Factz, I know you you could've saw more green
And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't when many ring
And my crew all bang, and then it's New York slang
I'm "facts" after everything
You a mistake with 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 time with Millz
You fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for real
But before he can die dropped him like when he signed the deal
It's one murder case, all it takes to the kill
That means I my blood circulate and let the iron peel
They tryin' to force the truth about me what happened to his body
Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying,
The only seen half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it
After the Fact, the culture gon' be forever
Matter of fact, I shoot out the matter of Factz
And now we gatherin' Factz I think I got my together
You went from 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 it's not Organik to Smack
say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence that I'm damagin' that
Cause their whole case changed 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 when they picked me for this war
Now see what this nigga from the X
as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the door
Aye Mickey how could you doubt and me?
If I give him a then I'll put him outta his misery
This is World War One, this amounting to victory
And if bullets are the Factz (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 gave y'all an example of facts

1: Mickey Factz]
You been my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch call
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off more than Chris
I'm surprised you made it this far, you and K Shine share a Zip car
He gon' have a bunch of flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
This punishment capitol, thought we was in North 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 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) got booked for real
Beasley me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the bill?
Chill, student
He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, I'ma lyricist
He just seem
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
He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was (Fowl) wasn't it?
Lay em out, put hands and feet on em, fuck a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? as I'm Paid In Full, I'ma 'Pump Up The Volume'
he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so over there, so over here you can't do bad."
Well shit, I'm James and he my son and 'Poppa's 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, they look and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each bullet got ya on it
Forensics find em with no ID, but 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 was off when you showed up on the card
Roll up with ya squad, i 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 extra life, but he death
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire my hands will heat ya head
prince rose to clock his face, give this Beast respect
Every word good, I to purge, I got your nerves shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to push
I'm say shit to get a Twork push
Go in the mirror, I you to tell me how the dirt look
And niggas you to stop with the Jerseys
Like right when we to see Surf cook
Lemme bring that back in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this action
I'm drunk, to throw him over 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 be helpful and help you with it
But....I really help you niglet
Plus I you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, 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 a Jet-Blue ticket
Now 'Back Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile
it up here, straight over 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 Proving Grounds, Barry should be super proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all the style
Who (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot?
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 butt em til his eye is Hubie Brown (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space where we see no tooth allowed
Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he gon' a new route canal
This
I should get A. Ward to 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 land hooks
of my gang and we jump niggas, I am Bush (ambush)
Tell tramp, we amped, be gone
I'ma
JayBlac, I'ma split him in
No callin' him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout debatable nigga
'til this next round
Got shit to say to you nigga

[Round 2:
I was playin' possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to trick the
I said, "Ain't none of y'all shit."
That go for everyone in clique, I'm sick of seein' ya
All this, "He beat me with the O-Red material."
shit deceiving ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get on sight (site); Wikipedia
Ya Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, that's why this line is genius
Cause you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and the .9 between us
Who you been sparrin' Chilla?
in this arena (Serena) you better hope your shit the meanest
Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever the assist (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, lift the weights I split ya chin
I'm a fool with the Taurus, 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 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 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 liar
You mean to tell me you put hits on all other niggas albums while yours stay on the shelf?
Well that's the shit we not
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 a Massacre
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 I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a one clap
But muscle memory cause 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 havin' to it back because he tried to use it on his brother
See we always Criminal Minded
But had to sleep with the ratchet cause we scared of one another
KRS-One, By All Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I it
But since you cut that cloth, I cut the fabric
And this revenge for MC Shan, I brought a ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton (tunnel) fuck up his passage
So yeah 'The Bridge Is but whoever's under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, 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 to Mickey
You like to do force and tell black people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be in a slum
If you got 720 or better you'll be dead in a month."
Well that's a lie cause a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it Renegade?
That's my target I it
Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man whole squad in a precinct, I got the Blueprint
On the .9, 11
See that bar was decent, and I got an (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And don't make me go to the car to (Carter) it
Take your battler
Put him an industry dude who they make the challenger
Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid they a Massacre
But we in caliber
You keep switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the ambassador
And the reason why the scene's fucked up, stop character
I'm wit' 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 this on Madness
But at him tryin' to act up on person
But we all know Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it back up to
All Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability
On turf you need natural delivery
Or you gon' get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the fifth
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they seen is my dawg
Let's start with
You made a mark to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market
They not Mark, so they bench Mark
Cause never like Mark at heart
And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the will be next to Marky Mark
If y'all don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then should leave now
Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, they start and rebound
Pppt pppst, and you gon' get a burst of bullets, each
So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' (McFlurries) 'til the machine down

2: Mickey Factz]
This was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling
You getting killed Superbad, word to my state ID, lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would 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 ESPN year?
Your faces
NWX
In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you left in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't it here
So everybody grab ya pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air
I've Clips before you, and he wasn't playing c-lo on the corner
he met you, and ended up broke, in the casino outta order
But that's ya tho
crazy how you rep him
You go with him to roulettes, lose bets, he be too stressed and you don't 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 we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz
December 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 aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you know I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real Head ICE ain't on Smack
Long story short, my man called me and me
"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga
Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and
I mean, literally
And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE for a reason
I called like, "Wait a second, he wouldn't leave 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 almost got his cap
Uncle Ra got the child so."
You can bring up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild
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 sit and wait, real quiet, I don't instigate
Trip em, soon as I spot him, 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 ya back yard... cannonball
I draw and (wheel) fire first... neanderthal
The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Hawks."
ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random bars
A bunch of dumb shit, with hands and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for that and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better a scientist
Chin made of glass, still ain't got frontal though, I admit
At least you ain't get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw list
The fire lit, body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing this
Quiet down, cause you wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a lion
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 from the foot, no
Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread
And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no longer the
I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to Mick' (seismic) wave
It my fault lines been ground breaking in the first place
Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think matters
But that him wacker
Cause now he don't believe ability matters
Mick dapper, Y-3 from the fit to the
He'll (hill) gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep
Big dagger at this inconsiderate idiot's
Then blade in his mouth, 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 shit to say to you

[Round 3:
Soon as said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match."
I said no stoppin' me, King Of Comedy I get around (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 why I'm always grinnin' when I see you?
I said, "Clips, tell clown to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm give a round to a rat
You'll find out what's in store, when found on your back
.40, Menace II Society this a counter (counterattack)
I caught his before dinner, it's a family of three now
SM7, let's see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed
Dezi in the left, somethin' in the other like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams stand up or fiend down
Arms, both up "So what?"
Or your boss head in-between the subs; cold
The toast up, and I stuff
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 gon' talk about this for half of the battle
Headshot, will unravel
And whoever stuck in this shell see why crab get the barrel
You want war, the signs show, you crack under pressure
And better know that
Talk about the rulers of the moon
tell the scope (telescope) that
You know who you are? The DJ of battle rap
Cause you move like a
You got nothin' to do with this
But always try to tell us what to do with the
And Daylyt's Tekashi, this 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 with the big 9 tre's
And if his a Cancer, then how could you ever come at 69 sideways?
I hate you nigga, but is how it has to be
In this culture, you could never stats 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 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 been on the sideline, sad to see
So how the fuck is the nigga talkin' Factz wit' me?
What? You got some from Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a pump through
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) somethin' they can look up to
This rappin' is a test, we was convinced
That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you for rent
You and Lupe was in the same league but he was with the hits
But if you are you say you are a 'Superstar' you wouldn't have had us in suspense
Cause he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco since
You been prolongin' this ass
And everywhere, I could've did this in the you picked the December date
But I trippin'
I since he boo'd up he ain't wanna take 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 she be stressin' about the money that he makin'
Like, "Baby this industry shit gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap
ya past relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and
Stomach 'Iesha' won't have Another Bad Creation
I heard she with somethin' though, look at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis the heat dumpin'
And I know that's a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) E's (disease) comin'
Like I'm for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger itchin' like a fiend
I catch him at the crib, his bucklin'
And then pile ten in like the D's
Random Factz, these are random
I was listenin' to 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 that been 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 he made a mistake
Cause on the he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And y'all think 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 rules be under review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the tape you die AIDS and all them 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 alternative, Factz
But see when you a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition
So I writin' in my composition
And then when I got to the Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction
Cause your name's Mickey, which is a fictional character
But it becomes tricky
Cause last 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 ain't come to
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 ones felt
And I don't wanna hear say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my slogan
(Get him the outta here!)
Hell no, he died get his the fuck in here
One industry down get King Los the fuck in here!

[Round 3: Factz]
of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack
Going against a young Foley
You only really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that 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 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, the shit from people you extract, is to hide your flaws
And that's the main reason you still got that gap, cause you need to identify as yours
Example... we first you freestyle against Real Deal, in front of Nigel
He had the rebuttal title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
you blew up after goin' off the top of your 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 right before thirty, you got Conceited and started N Out with the jersey's
it down 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 authentic material, conditional
All the way to ya rhyme pattern, i seen the Clips in you
Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, his hood vibes
Then let his Child Play, after he dolled him up to him a good guy
Then you and K link, now you pacing and punching in line
Why Flex, you the credit, fine?
But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never
It you behind the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and learned Spanish
Aww
I won't 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 this nigga keep at bay
Without their strands of DNA, we would've seen DNA
Be blessed... and that you referenced got extreme depth
Cause time is and even 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
Finish lines and keep running it, you getting overlapped
Trumping him, easily too, so if you vote for
That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma give everybody on the a (polar) cap
He's still underground? the first 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, hot, it need shade
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 with 32 passengers you could tuck
Cool, I got the same but my shit is a moving bus
So when it transfer over, i make a move and bust!
You duck
Prey on him with the at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk
Send him a with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff
Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his struck, but that's what Cupid wants, stupid cunt
That's what you get for the super slut
And since she ya heroine, I'm high and she gettin' drug down after I stopped shootin' up
Take it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya wrist
And feelin' a sick, lets get into this Yung Ill shit
For years , you me your enemy
Real
Whats the DNA? Cause We never had good 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 up to me with your dysfunctional smile
And said "I'ma do something crazy! I want you in of the crowd!
Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do something great to him."
And with all the random spit that came out of Leon Spinks mouth, you told me what you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was in your crew, you disregarded that
You did and dropped diss tracks, I got called a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I that?
When he made blogs sayin' I 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, the awkward catch
Verb Ill what 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 they the snitching was dealt
But I been knew who told...and what I kept that shit to my self
Took the blame, took the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who told Ill

[Aye
But I will...it was

Factz]
And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and actually a fact
But when you about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his house
He let the Spanish rat
How you think we out about you on the couch?
That nigga a chatty little 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 since you love clappin' machetes it only makes sense a stabbed you in the back!