Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said there's nowhere to escape now
Soon as they said we was gonna do this on 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks
And I just feel I got demoted
Now he cold sweats, his walls closin' in cause he can't get a top opponent
So make my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small room, now he claustrophobic
I'm that
They I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the moment rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to us that you not the snitch but who's the snitch
That's still snitchin', that sound tough
Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get 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 pertains to our situation and gotta know now
Cause every time I to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me
Like you the nigga that tried to plot on my round
So just like Joe on live chat you tried to cover it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go
But now we
Cool and I got the witness
And now ya lives endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney
too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for this vulture
And the beam on the of Mause (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 to say jack but the more he aged he forgot how it's supposed to go
What I'm to say is
Before tell (Montel) Williams they'll let the host a (holster) show

The come on, all his friends like, "I remember when Factz supported me."
His like, "Baby let's go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. insulting me."
So they took away the Accord to make you act
Told his parents, "Wait you see our V."
I'm like, "He gotta it."
But you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your Element
It ain't no secret, maybe they let you it
Well I'm clowin' this bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run on a whip
Damn homie, when you was on that Freshman you was the man homie
What the fuck to you?
See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen 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 Show & Prove
We all you mixtapes, but in battle 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 this Freshman
Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a of that
Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu puttin' you on was a decent act
You and career? Day and night ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood Hard' just to see a plaque
And you all this shit the truth, pay attention while I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya career, all lost dreams
Factz, you a song that said your bank account had 414
Factz, I know you you could've saw more 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" after
You made a mistake with Danja, don't let bloggers hype ya skills
And now you to make a come back off your last error (era)
You spent too much time Millz
You fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for real
But before he can die Jive dropped him when he signed the deal
It's one murder case, all it to shine the kill
That means I my blood circulate and let the iron peel
They tryin' to the truth about me about what happened to his body
Cause when find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still
The only seen half of the Factz 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' Factz I I got my story together
You went from Of The Dot to URL
Beasley told me you would switch plan of attack
So of course you gonna try to get Gully with
But just not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence I'm damagin' that
Cause their whole case once DNA tampered with Factz
You gon' see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the
Aye, they asked me It's 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 nigga the X get?
Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the
Aye how could you doubt and belittle me?
If I give him a shell then I'll put him outta his
This is World War One, cause amounting to victory
And if bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be history
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and camera is black
And if y'all was confused what I was doin' I just gave an example of facts

[Round 1: Factz]
You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a call
Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody 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 this far, you and K Shine share a Zip car
He gon' have a bunch of name 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 he's 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big
I'll you, till you start 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
Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I the deal
After I Showout with these punches, Eric gon' foot the bill?
Chill, student
He bit off more than he can with my pen, I'ma mean lyricist
He just intricate
Y'all give em plates, I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed into it
Emotional, cause if he start 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, put hands and feet on em, fuck a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm Paid In Full, I'ma 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 Brown and he my son and Gotta A Brand New Bag'
Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause some rifles gotta on it
But when a fan recite it, they stupid and get blamed for it
6 shooter, and each got ya name on it
Forensics em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the shells had DNA on it
When you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you would up with ya bars
But after 21 jack, all bets was off you showed up on the card
Roll up with ya squad, i want smoke, 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 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
This prince rose to his face, give this Beast respect
Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got your shook
You battled Nu Jeruz to push
I'm tryna say to get a Twork push
Go in the mirror, I want you to tell me how the dirt
And niggas want you to stop with the
Like right when we bout to see cook
Lemme that line back in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, telling the cops, "We kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this on... thinking it's high fashion
Who dressed Lemme guess...you
I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and help you it
But....I really can't help you
Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
You on the menu I stepped cool in the clicking
Crazy, two straps over my shoulder like a Bellevue visit
And I took off the gate without 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 over ya eye, a uni-brow
You a clown, he wouldn't shoot a round at a
Put em down I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round
You belong in the Grounds, Barry Reese should be super proud
Four bar Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the style
Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the
Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a music file
And I did it the MAC, so I'm sending him to the clouds
Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this cast in
I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Brown (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space we see it's no tooth allowed
Bury him underground with no map, Smack, he gon' need a new route canal
This
I get A. Ward to baptize ya
Or have tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a backslider
I'd let it sing till it hit you in ya soul like a black choir
Quagmire, his cheek get
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, split him in half
No callin' him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout that debatable
Wait 'til this round
Got crazier shit to say to you

2: DNA]
I was playin' possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit 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 beat me with the O-Red material."
That shit ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on (site); Wikipedia
Ya name Williams, you was born 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 been sparrin' wit'?
in this arena (Serena) you better hope your shit the meanest
Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever give the (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 weights before I split ya
I'm a fool the Taurus, might hit a limb
So the judgement is bad for him, I'm a (simple ten)
The TEC louder, lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's drizzlin'
And then I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any room you sit us in (citizen)
What you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that was a win?
Well I still had shit (land and) overseas (over seas); amphibian
You can't be so as a ghostwriter if you gotta say it yourself
You a liar
You mean to tell me you put hits on all these niggas albums while yours stay on the shelf?
Well the shit we not buyin'
Get Or Die Tryin'
Oh it a Curtis (occur this) nigga playin' himself
The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a
So got a [?] oh I'ma clap a tre at this character
I you gon' do the believably angle
Cause some of the gon' say, "You on one Factz."

Well admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap
But it's muscle memory cause as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu know about fightin' witcha pops he abusin' on ya mother?
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it back because he tried to use it on his
See we always Criminal Minded
But had to sleep with the cause we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Means Necessary, I the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man song, I hated it
But since you cut that 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 yeah 'The Bridge Is Over' but whoever's passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me
Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Pretty
Gun, I'm wit' it, Twork said the target was this nigga Nitty
So I druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped to Mickey
You like to do letter force and tell black people about their credit
Like, "You'll be left in a
If you don't got 720 or you'll be dead in a month."
Well that's a lie cause a .357 I can get whatever I want
Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it
my target I reached 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 M-16 (Em' 16) for
And make me go to the car to (Carter) release it
Take your favorite
Put him against an industry dude who they the challenger
Then they let in the culture, every time they get paid they make a Massacre
But we in caliber
You keep from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador
And the why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin' character
I'm wit' the shits
Y'all know a nigga's 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 Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it back up to
All them Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin'
On this you need natural delivery
Or you gon' get torched on this Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty
I'm pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the four fifth
And he it by the foot Mark, all they seen is my dawg prints
Let's start Mark
You made a mark to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market
They not impressed Mark, so they Mark
Cause they like Mark at heart
And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the bear will be to Marky Mark
If don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then y'all should leave now
Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, like they start and
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

2: Mickey Factz]
This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit
You killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would Really?
Well I gave you the shot, and once it came outta st john, he died, Sealy
120 battles, ya tooth, how you on ESPN every year?
Your retarded
NWX
In K-Shine's with Chess, how you almost left in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, people use against you, I won't mention it here
So everybody grab ya asthma pumps, time for a breath of fresh air
I've known 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 that's ya 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?
ya friendship is criminal, and you aiding in the betting (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, Twork vs Suge
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll see Twork vs Goodz
It's December 15th that battle still ain't
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not come out, it's gon' be a real Infinity War
And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you everything I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE ain't on
story short, my man called me and told me
"Yo, this nigga ICE his girl. Had the little nigga heated
Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was and anemic
I mean, literally
And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE for a reason
I called back like, "Wait a second, he wouldn't his crew. He had to get his front on son."
He said, "Nah son, this time it was 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 shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild
But when you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy Cried, "WOLF!"
This nigga fake, I should spit in ya ridiculous
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
you 'bout to say some dumb shit like
"Bring ya back yard... cannonball
I draw and will (wheel) first... neanderthal
The tre young, and put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and bars
A bunch of shit, with your hands and all
And everybody go crazy for that shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA better than a scientist
Chin made of glass, still got that 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 hype typing
Quiet down, cause you just wrote a round of head scratchers;
Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a lion
This pussycat was in the jungle, that's the truth 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, wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to size Mick' (seismic)
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 believability
But that him wacker
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, the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep
Big dagger at inconsiderate idiot's cheek
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 the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

3: DNA]
Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the said, "This sound 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, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm to go ballistic, let's get down to the Factz
You said why I'm grinnin' when I see you?
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) 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 a counter attack (counterattack)
I caught his moms before dinner, it's a 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 other hand like in the
So this cat (Katt) Williams stand up or fiend down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your boss head in-between the subs; cuts
The up, and I know stuff
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 gon' talk about this for half of the battle
Headshot, Factz will
And whoever stuck in this shell see why crab get the barrel
You don't want war, the show, you crack under pressure
And y'all know 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 with culture
But always try to tell us to do with the culture
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 him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
Then you sides
Diss this Crip guys, like that don't coincide with the big 9 tre's
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever at 69 sideways?
I hate you nigga, but is how it has to be
In this culture, you could never talk with me
I put a 150 in this shit, even did a for free
As far as the Summer Madness 2 sponsor, 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 on the sideline, it's sad to see
So how the fuck is the nigga opinionated talkin' Factz me?
You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I a good pump through
It hit floors, leavin' men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to
This is a test, we was actually convinced
That you was top notch but 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 wouldn't had us in suspense
Cause he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's been a ever since
You been prolongin' ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December
But I trippin'
I guess since he 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 where she be stressin' about the money that he
Like, "Baby this industry ain't gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap
ya past relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' 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 what this (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin'
I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger itchin' like a comin'
I him at the crib, his knees bucklin'
And then pile ten in like the D's
Random Factz, these are random
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 I've waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that from AIDS
And I think he a mistake
Cause on the he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And y'all think cause they the way
But what y'all don't know is all of them painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If these was football rules be under review, changin' the play
So if at the end of the you die from AIDS and all them niggas-
You know what? You was just concerned with the
What? You get a gay fan base be on to some plaques?
You're delusional, and so far reality
But I you had no other alternative, Factz
But see when you hate a nigga like you gotta study the opposition
So I writin' in my composition
And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding:
Cause first name's Mickey, which is a fictional character
But then it becomes
your last name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy
That's why y'all will have to listen his ass is trippin'
You make up your 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 another
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 y'all say the robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my slogan
(Get him the fuck here!)
Hell no, he died get his ghost the in here
One nigga down get King Los the fuck in here!

[Round 3: Factz]
of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack
Going a young Mick Foley
You only really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, makes you a one trick pony
I don't to beat a dead horse, but your 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 reason I'ma break DNA down to the last enzyme
In Jurassic Park, were covered in sap, and the blood they extract was to make dinosaurs
And to bring em back, they a frog's 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 main reason you still got gap, cause you need something to identify as yours
Example... we first seen you against 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 from him, proved to us, why you so Hollow
in point
I've known you for years, you dirty, way before early
Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the
it down ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal
Then to a reporter once he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not 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, he dolled him up to make 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 wasn't you behind the bars it was (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and never Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a Mexican or an essay 'Tez, that's Don
But keep giving em slang, behind the for URL, Chico
That's five people, this nigga keep 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 couldn't go more rounds with a
I ain't condoning that, ex potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A section (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 vote for
That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma everybody on the poll a (polar) cap
He's still underground? From the first round? Root
finish the puzzle
It's a loco motive, with a muzzle
Infrared so when he poke his head out, he'll see the at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, hot, it need shade
Blazing, D. Wade the fans, the Heat wave
You doing what? Man I'm suited up I'm cool with Lux
Mook 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 transfer over, i just a move and bust!
You should
Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a monk
Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma buff
Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but what Cupid wants, stupid cunt
That's you get caping for the super slut
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' drug down after I shootin' up
Take it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into Yung Ill shit
For , you called me your enemy
Real
Whats the science DNA? We never had good chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep that same
Cause I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd 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!
Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do 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 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 that?
When he made blogs sayin' I diss
Cause Rich beat him...you think I wanted
Look no punchline, know all the facts and all the
I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the catch
Verb 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 they the snitching was dealt
But I been knew who told...and what I kept that shit to my self
Took the blame, even took the fall, and never asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who Yung Ill

Verb]
But I will...it was

Factz]
And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and that's 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 know it make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps
And since you love clappin' machetes it only makes a Clips stabbed you in the back!