Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
there's nowhere to escape now bitch
Soon as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody havin' panic attacks
And I just feel like I got
Now he havin' 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 'bout
They knowin' lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the moment Smack rode in with the cheese, it got (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to tell us that you not the snitch but who's the
That's snitchin', that doesn't sound tough
Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your mouth shut
Now y'all ain't remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that to our situation and y'all gotta know now
Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill me
Like you wasn't the nigga tried to plot on my round
So just like Joe on live you tried to cover it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down
But now we
Cool and I got the 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 vulture
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna the state of the culture
his childhood, Bronx blocks
Hustlers coke and dope
And go little Mark Williams
Starin' at the Snitchin' poster slow
You wasn't supposed to say 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 when Factz supported me."
His like, "Baby let's go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. That's me."
So they took away the to make you act accordingly
his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V."
I'm like, "He embellish it."
But once you let your bills it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your Element
It ain't no secret, they let you lease it
Well I'm clowin' this bitch
And you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a whip
Damn homie, you was on that Freshman cover you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to
See it rounds to break down why we ain't 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 seen you mixtapes, but in rap you a rookie
And I don't got for suckers
New Glock? Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got Freshman covered
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of
Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu you on tour was a decent act
You and Cudi's career? Day and ('Day N' Nite')
Ace 'Hustle Hard' just to see a plaque
And you know all shit the truth, pay attention while 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 saw more green
And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when ring
And then my all bang, and then it's New York slang
I'm "facts" after everything
You made a mistake with Danja, don't let them bloggers ya skills
And now you tryin' to make a come off your last error (era)
You spent too much time with
You wanna fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for
But before he can die Jive dropped him like when he the deal
one murder case, all it takes to shine the kill
That I make my blood 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 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 culture gon' be mourning
Matter of fact, I out the brain matter of Factz
And now we gatherin' 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 course you gonna try to get Gully with
But it's just not to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence I'm damagin' that
Cause their whole case changed once DNA tampered with
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 'Niggas Done Started Something' when picked me for this war
Now see what nigga from the X get?
Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the
Aye Mickey how could you doubt and me?
If I give him a shell then I'll put him outta his
This is World War One, cause this to victory
And if these bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you to be history
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and camera is black
And if y'all was confused I was doin' I just gave y'all an example of facts

1: Mickey Factz]
You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, 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 far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car
He gon' have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I pissed off
This punishment capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!"
But say he's 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss
tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, footage will show, I give that grim hoodie feel
Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) got booked for real
Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' 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 em up to IV since he feed into it
Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and sense the crowd loving it
He'll quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was foul (Fowl) wasn't it?
Lay em out, then put hands and on em, fuck a massage room
Beasley said you for Eric B? Long 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 Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's Gotta A Brand New Bag'
Okay, you let let machete spray, I get it, cause some 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 find em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the had DNA on it
you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you would grow up with ya bars
But 21 jack, all bets was off when 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, well if I'm it, why you up on the job
Smack, he tried to one upchuck, hoping for extra life, but he seeing
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will ya head
This prince rose to his face, give this Beast respect
Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got nerves shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to Twork?
I'm say shit 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 to see Surf cook
Lemme bring line back in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been (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 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 can't help you niglet
Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
You on the menu I stepped cool in the venue
Crazy, with two straps my shoulder like a Bellevue visit
And I took off the gate without a Jet-Blue ticket
Now That 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 at a shoot-around
Put em down I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Reese should be super proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the
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 file
And I did it the MAC, so I'm sending him to the clouds
Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this broad in
gun butt em til his eye is like Hubie Brown (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space where we see it's no allowed
Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he gon' a new route canal
This
I should get A. Ward to ya
Or have 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 a black choir
Quagmire, his get swole
You getting cayenne cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my guys land
President of my gang and we niggas, I am Bush (ambush)
Tell tramp, we amped, be gone
phenom
JayBlac, split him in half
No callin' him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout that nigga
Wait 'til this next
Got crazier shit to say to you

[Round 2:
I was playin' possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to the media
I said, "Ain't of y'all about shit."
That go for everyone in clique, I'm sick of seein' ya
All this, "He beat me with the O-Red material."
That shit ya
I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site); Wikipedia
Ya name Mark Williams, you was in 1982, that's why this line is genius
you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and here's the .9 between us
Who you sparrin' wit'? Chilla?
Well in this arena (Serena) you better hope shit the meanest
Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to give the assist (a sis') to Williams
And Smack, make [?] (Venus)
get it in
You had a Rocky trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Gym
Get in shape, lift the before I split ya chin
I'm a 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 if you take Rain lightly, it's drizzlin'
And then 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?
Well I still had shit (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 while stay on the shelf?
that's the shit we not buyin'
Get Rich Or Die
Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) nigga himself
The .50 'Outta and when the guns come out I be makin' a Massacre
So Marcus got a [?] oh I'ma a tre at this character
I seen you do the believably angle
some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz."

Well I'll admit, I was 15 I let a small one clap
But it's muscle memory cause soon as I lift the arm all come back
Whatchu know about fightin' witcha pops cause he abusin' on ya
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it back because he tried to use it on his
See we wasn't always 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 keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated 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 Bridge Is Over' but whoever's under (underpasses)
I'm busy, Nina is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me
Razor, Bluestar; Pretty Ricky
Gun, I'm wit' 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 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 a lie cause with a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mause? Or is it Renegade?
my target I reached it
Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man your whole in a precinct, I got the Blueprint
On the .9, 11
See that bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for
And don't me go to the car to (Carter) release it
your favorite battler
Put him against an dude who they make the challenger
Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid make a Massacre
But we outweigh in
You keep switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the ambassador
And the reason why the 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 did this on Summer Madness
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 Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability
On this turf you natural delivery
Or you get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, the four fifth
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all seen is my dawg prints
Let's with Mark
You never a mark to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't Mark
They not impressed Mark, so they Mark
Cause they never like Mark at
And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the bear will be next to Mark
If y'all don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then should leave now
Cause whoever preach get the Big MAC, like they start and rebound
Pppt pppst, and you get a burst of bullets, each round
So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' (McFlurries) 'til the machine down

[Round 2: Mickey
This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, 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 once it came outta st john, he died, Malik
120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on ESPN year?
Your retarded
NWX
In K-Shine's with Chess, how you almost left in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't it here
So grab ya asthma pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air
I've known Clips before you, and he playing c-lo on the corner
Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the casino 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 aiding in the (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then vs Suge
And we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz
It's December 15th that battle still dropped
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not out, it's gon' be a real Infinity War Smack
And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you know I say all facts
But on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE ain't on Smack
Long story short, my man 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, literally
And before the dropped, my man said he saw ICE fishin' for a reason
I called back like, "Wait a second, he leave his crew. He had to get his front on son."
He said, "Nah son, this time it was only with Beasley, and had ICE for the 1 on 1."
I said, "Wait a second. Is footage?"
He said, "Yeah, the kid got his cap twisted
Uncle Ra got the child so."
You can bring up the 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 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 standing over the nigga body like I'm weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say some dumb like
"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, punchlines that don't make sense and random
A bunch of dumb shit, with hands and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for shit and applaud
I'm breakin' DNA down better than a scientist
Chin made of glass, still ain't got frontal though, I admit
At you ain't get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list
The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was typing this
Quiet down, cause you 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 and I'm defining just where the lyin' (lion) is
Stomp him, till he the pain from the foot, no podiatrist
Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread
And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no the quietest
I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an
He tried to size Mick' (seismic)
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 believe ability matters
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 is to steep
Big dagger at this inconsiderate 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 the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

3: DNA]
Soon as said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match."
I it's 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 said why I'm always grinnin' I see you?
I said, "Clips, tell clown to relax."
See (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a round to a rat
find out what's in store, when you're found on your back
.40, Menace II this a counter attack (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') a Reed round
in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or fiend
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your head in-between the subs; cold cuts
The toast up, and I know
I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), or be choked up
You was born on July 13th, Zodiac's a cancer
And I ain't gon' talk about this for half of the
Headshot, Factz will
And whoever stuck in this see why this crab get the barrel
You don't want war, the show, you crack under pressure
And y'all know that
Talk y'all the rulers of the moon
Well the scope (telescope) that
You know who you The DJ Akademiks of battle rap
you move like a vulture
You got to do with this culture
But always try to tell us what to do the culture
And Tekashi, this time I'm [?]
Cause there's a blog and you said he a troll until he met you
So you told him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
Then you sides
Diss this Crip guys, that don't coincide with the big time 9 tre's
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever at 69 sideways?
I you nigga, but this 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' with King Of The Dot, that's to me
So when a Massacre make profits, I get the tax with fees
I'm the nigga that Harry to URL, you don't believe ask and see
Now think, "If DNA wasn't in this culture" where battle rap 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 is the nigga opinionated talkin' Factz wit' me?
What? You got some advice from That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a good pump
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) somethin' they can look 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 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 been a Fiasco ever since
You been prolongin' ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December
But I ain't
I guess since he boo'd up he 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' about the money that he
Like, "Baby this industry ain't gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap
Fuck ya relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and
Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't Another Bad Creation
I heard she with somethin' though, look at him tight, mean muggin'
It's Fibromyalgia 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'
I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger itchin' 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 listenin' to your music and right 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 know his character on mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that died from AIDS
And I think he made a
Cause on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Haring
And think cause they pavin' the way
But what don't know is all three of them painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If was football rules you'll be under review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the tape you die from AIDS and all them
You know what? You was just with the raps
What? You get a gay fan base you'll be on to plaques?
delusional, and so far from reality
But I guess you had no alternative, Factz
But see you hate a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition
So I started in my composition
And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, contradiction
Cause your first name's Mickey, which is a fictional
But then it tricky
Cause your last name's 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?
or fiction?
I ain't come to
So don't get I'm still The Champ, might get another belt
Suck my dick, fuck bitch, fuck her health
It's NWX we run shit, we the ones that's felt
And I don't hear y'all say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Volume 3 you know my slogan
(Get him the outta here!)
Hell no, he died get his the fuck in here
One industry nigga down get Los the fuck in here!

3: Mickey Factz]
Instead of taking this battle, you was off hugging a Cactus Jack
against a young Mick Foley
You only good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but your supporters your 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 break DNA down to the enzyme
In Park, mosquito's were covered in sap, and the blood they extract was to make dinosaurs
And to bring em back, used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and combined it all
That's why your a sap, cause the shit from people you extract, is to hide your
And that's the main reason you still got that gap, cause you need to identify as yours
Example... we first seen you freestyle Real Deal, in front of Nigel
He had the rightful rebuttal title, he towered over and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you blew up goin' off the top of your mind
And taking him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside
Case in
known you for years, you been dirty, way before early
Then right thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's
Slow it ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal
Then turned to a once he had Con in the view (interview)
makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's conditional
All the way down to ya rhyme pattern, i 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 make him a guy
Then you and K link, now you pacing and in every line
Why Flex, you the credit, fine?
But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) up the style? Never mind
It wasn't you behind the bars it was (Shyne)
And you got ya slang Cortez, and never learned Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a Mexican or an essay 'Tez, that's Don
But keep em slang, behind the scenes for URL, Chico
That's five people, that this nigga at bay planted
their strands of DNA, we would've seen 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, like where you was at
Finish lines and keep running with it, you getting
Trumping him, too, so if you vote 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
Lemme the puzzle
It's a loco motive, clip a muzzle
Infrared so when he poke his 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 with Lux
what up?
You had a chopper with 32 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 should
Prey on him the piece at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk
Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma movie
Cause you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are usually up
Where ya 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 drug down after I stopped shootin' up
Take it in vein, a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into this Ill shit
For years , you called me your
Real
Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had chemistry
You had tendency, of lashing out, well keep that same energy
Cause I could use a bar for ya mind, but I'd rather refresh ya memory
Magic vs QP, you came up to me with your dysfunctional
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 with all the random spit that came out of Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him
Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you disregarded that
You did interviews and dropped diss tracks, I got a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I started
When he made blogs sayin' I diss
Cause beat him...you think I wanted that?
Look no punchline, all the facts and all the raps
I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, the awkward catch
told Ill what I said, and Ill responded back
"I exactly what 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 what I kept that to my self
Took the blame, even the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who told Ill

[Aye
But I will...it was

[Mickey
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 nigga rat
How you think we found out you on the couch?
That been a chatty little rat
Now that's a real four bar setup, and I it don't make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps
And since you clappin' machetes it only makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back!