Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said there's to escape now bitch
Soon as 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 closin' in cause he can't get a top opponent
So I'ma my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small 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', 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 when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that pertains to our situation and y'all gotta now
Cause time I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me
Like you wasn't the that 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 first
And now ya lives endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney
It's too late to revoke, I got but hate for this vulture
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna the state of the culture
Picture his childhood, Bronx
sellin' coke and dope
And there go little Williams
Starin' at the Stop Snitchin' 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 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. That's me."
So they away the Accord 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 pile it (Pilot) only 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' this
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 that cover you was the man homie
What the fuck to you?
See it takes rounds to break why we ain't seen this nigga from the X excel (XXL)
Was it cause he a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews?
Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you Show & Prove
We all seen you mixtapes, but in rap you a rookie
And I got respect for suckers
New Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a 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 'Hustle just to see a plaque
And you know all this shit the truth, pay while I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya career, all lost dreams
Factz, you made a song that your bank account had 414
Factz, I you wish you could've saw more green
And now your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when many ring
And my crew all bang, and then it's New York slang
I'm "facts" after everything
You made a with Danja, don't let them bloggers hype ya skills
And now you tryin' to a come 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 dropped him like when he signed the deal
It's one case, all it takes to shine the kill
That means I my blood circulate and let the iron peel
They tryin' to force the truth about me about what to his body
when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still
The only half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it together
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 your plan of attack
So of course you gonna try to get Gully with
But it's just not Organik to
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is that I'm damagin' that
Cause whole case changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You gon' see if Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me 'How It's Goin' Down', now you know, I'm on a .4
See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' 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 you doubt and belittle me?
If I give him a then I'll put him outta his misery
This is War One, cause 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 just gave y'all an example of

1: Mickey Factz]
You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored a bitch call
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, cares if the Crip walk
called me for you, I said "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' a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
This punishment capitol, we was in North 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 leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim feel
Your is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real
paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' the bill?
Chill, student
He bit off more than he can chew my pen, I'ma mean lyricist
He just intricate
Y'all give em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed it
Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and don't sense the crowd it
He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was foul (Fowl) it?
Lay em out, put hands and feet on em, fuck a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm Paid In Full, 'Pump Up The Volume'
Then he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so over there, so 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, some rifles gotta blade on it
But when a fan it, they look stupid and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each got ya name 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 would grow up with ya
But after 21 jack, all bets was off when you up on the card
Roll up with ya squad, i want smoke, came close but no
You a wretch calling me a is a gag, well if I'm it, why you throw up on the job
Smack, he tried to one upchuck, hoping for life, but he seeing death
Be my guest, bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will heat ya head
This 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 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 stop with the
right when we bout to see Surf cook
Lemme bring that line in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's fashion
Who you? 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 through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
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 gate a Jet-Blue ticket
Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a
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 after I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese should be super
Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a trait, we all knew the style
Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the
Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a computer file
And I did it with the MAC, so I'm him to the clouds
Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, broad cast in
I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Brown (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the where we see it's no tooth allowed
Bury him alive underground no map, Smack, he gon' need a new route canal
biblical
I get A. Ward to baptize ya
Or have Saga tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a
I'd rather let it sing it hit you in ya soul like a black choir
Quagmire, his cheek get
You getting cayenne cooked, like in Thailand, my guys land hooks
President of my and we jump niggas, I am Bush (ambush)
Tell tramp, we amped, be gone
phenom
JayBlac, I'ma split him in
No more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' that debatable nigga
Wait 'til next round
Got shit to say to you nigga

2: DNA]
I was playin' possum, while you and niggas 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 everyone in Mause clique, I'm of seein' ya
All this, "He can't me with the O-Red material."
That shit ya
Cause I got bio first, 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 here's the .9 us
Who you been wit'? Chilla?
Well in this arena (Serena) you better hope your shit the
Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever give the assist (a sis') to
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 weights before I ya chin
I'm a fool with the Taurus, hit a limb
So the is bad for him, I'm a simpleton (simple ten)
The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you take Rain lightly, 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 landin' (land and) overseas (over seas);
You can't be so fire as a ghostwriter if you gotta say it
You a known
You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas albums while yours 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 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
Cause some of the gon' say, "You on one Factz."

I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap
But it's muscle memory cause soon as I 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 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 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 a couple ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton (tunnel) fuck up his passage
So 'The Bridge Is Over' 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 nigga
So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped to
You like to do letter force and black people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be left in a
If you got 720 or better you'll be dead 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
That's my I reached it
Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man your whole squad in a precinct, I got the
On the .9, 11
See bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And make me go to the car to (Carter) release it
Take your battler
Put him against an dude who they make the challenger
Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get they make a Massacre
But we in caliber
You switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main 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 tell a nigga, a bitch"

You wanted the room, we could've did this on Summer Madness
But look at him tryin' to act up on
But we all know Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it up to Irving
All them Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin'
On this turf you need delivery
Or you gon' get on this land 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 seen is my dawg
start with Mark
You made a mark to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you market Mark
They not impressed Mark, so they bench
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 D's then y'all should leave now
whoever preach will 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 give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) 'til the machine down

[Round 2: Factz]
This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, real legit pummeling
You getting Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete?
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?
retarded faces
NWX
In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you almost in despair
Whatever else predictable, that people use against you, I won't mention it here
So everybody grab ya 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
It's 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 aiding in the (and abetting)
URL don't you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see vs Goodz
It's December 15th that battle ain't dropped
Why you let 'em that?
And let this footage not come out, gon' be a real Infinity 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 everything I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real Head ICE ain't on Smack
Long story short, my man me and told me
"Yo, nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga heated
Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and
I mean, freezing
And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE for a reason
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 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
Uncle Ra got the child so."
You can bring up the shit Budden, I don't avoid the wild truth
But when you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn 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 spot him, lift the iron and is fate and
I'm standing over the nigga body like I'm weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say dumb shit like
"Bring water ya back yard...
I draw and (wheel) fire first... neanderthal
The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make and random bars
A bunch of dumb shit, your hands and all
And everybody gon' go for that shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better than a
Chin made of glass, still ain't got that though, I admit
At least you ain't get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire
The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was typing this
Quiet down, cause you just wrote a round of head psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a since
This pussycat was in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm defining 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, they wanted me to the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to Mick' (seismic) wave
It ain't my fault lines been ground breaking in the first
Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think believability
But made him wacker
Cause now he even 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 at this inconsiderate idiot's cheek
Then in his mouth, lets see if he can escape by the skin of his teeth
2-0 nothing bout that debatable nigga
Wait 'til the round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

[Round 3:
Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This like a match."
I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of I get around (a round) with a MAC (Mack)
.380 squirtin', burpin', you get the pound on the back
And then I switch grips, 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 when I see you?
I said, "Clips, tell 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 found on your back
.40, Menace II Society this a attack (counterattack)
I caught his moms dinner, it's a family of three now
SM7, let's see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed
in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) better stand up or fiend 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), or be choked up
You was born on July 13th, your Zodiac's a
And I gon' talk about this for half of the battle
Headshot, Factz will
And whoever stuck in this shell see why this get the barrel
You don't want war, the signs show, you crack under
And y'all better that
Talk about the rulers of the moon
Well the scope (telescope) that
You know who you are? The DJ of battle rap
Cause you move like a
You got nothin' to do this culture
But always try to tell us what to do with the
And Daylyt's Tekashi, this I'm [?]
Cause there's a blog and you said he wasn't a until he met you
So what you him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
you switched sides
Diss this Crip guys, like that don't coincide with the big time 9
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever come at 69
I you nigga, but this is how it has to be
In this culture, you could talk stats with me
I put a 150 in this shit, did a match for free
As far as the Madness 2 sponsor, that was me
Nikiya with King Of The Dot, that's attached to me
So a Massacre make profits, I should get the tax with fees
I'm the that brought 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 fuck is the nigga opinionated Factz wit' me?
You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a good pump
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' 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 what you say you are a 'Superstar' you have 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 did this in the spring you picked the December date
But I ain't
I guess since he boo'd up he ain't take an L in May
Oh y'all ain't know? This Mickey Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha"
nigga is married married
To the point where she be stressin' about the money he makin'
Like, "Baby this shit 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'
shot 'Iesha' won't have Another Bad Creation
I she sick 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 that's a tender spot for this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin'
Like I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need
While my trigger itchin' like a fiend comin'
I him at the crib, his knees bucklin'
And then pile ten in the D's comin'
Random Factz, are random facts
I was listenin' to your music and before pressin' start
I see the cover to your Mause and I got a question Mark
See there's been some things that I've been 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 made a
on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And think cause they pavin' the way
But what y'all know is all three of them painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If these was football rules you'll be review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the tape you die from AIDS and all niggas-
You know what? You was just with the raps
You get a gay fan base you'll be on to some plaques?
You're delusional, and so far reality
But I guess you had no other alternative,
But see when you a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition
So I started writin' in my
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 which means "real" but something you is just iffy
That's why will have to listen cause his ass is trippin'
You better make up your mind nigga, one is it?
Fact or
I come to play
So get amped I'm still The Champ, might get another belt
my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her health
It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones 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, Smack Volume 3 you my slogan
(Get him the fuck here!)
no, he died get his ghost the fuck in here
One industry nigga get King Los the fuck in here!

3: Mickey Factz]
Instead of taking battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack
Going against a young Mick
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 think rap pen dry
Your followers move 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 last
In Park, mosquito's were covered 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, cause the shit from people you extract, is to hide your
And that's the main reason you got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours
Example... we first seen you freestyle against Real Deal, in front of
He had the rightful rebuttal title, he towered everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
you blew up after goin' off the top of your mind
And taking him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside
in point
I've you for years, you been dirty, way before early
right before thirty, you got Conceited and started 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, 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 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 you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind
It you behind the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya from 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
Without strands of DNA, we would've seen DNA stranded
Be blessed... and that movie you got extreme depth
Cause time is money and even they knew you go more rounds with a T-Rex
I ain't condoning that, ex potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A will (sectional) come out, like where you was dozin' at
Finish lines and keep 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
Lemme the puzzle
It's a loco motive, clip with a
Infrared so when he poke his head out, see the light at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, handle hot, it shade
Blazing, D. Wade appreciating the fans, the wave
You doing Man I'm suited up like I'm cool with Lux
what up?
You had a chopper with 32 you could tuck
Cool, I got the same passengers but my shit is a bus
So when it transfer over, i make a move and bust!
You duck
on him with the piece 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 two thumbs are usually up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his 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 I stopped shootin' up
it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get this Yung Ill shit
For years , you called me enemy
Real
Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep same 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 you in front 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 never told me you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in 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 that?
When he made sayin' I diss him?
Cause beat 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 told Ill 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 I kept that shit to my self
the blame, even took the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who told Ill

Verb]
But I will...it was

[Mickey
And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and actually a fact
But when you think about it, Lux father, Cortez at his house
He let the Spanish rat
How you think we found out about you on the
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 Clips you in the back!