Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said nowhere to escape now bitch
as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks
And I just feel I got demoted
Now he havin' 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 knowin' lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You to tell us that you not the snitch but who's the snitch
still snitchin', that doesn't sound tough
Cause real niggas in the know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your mouth shut
Now ain't remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that pertains to our situation and y'all know now
Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Ill washed me
Like you wasn't the nigga that tried to 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
and I got the first witness
And now ya lives endin' for to butt in (Budden) to Disney business
It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for vulture
And the on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna change the state of the culture
his childhood, Bronx blocks
Hustlers sellin' coke and
And there go little Williams
Starin' at the Snitchin' poster slow
You wasn't supposed to say jack but the more he aged he forgot how supposed to go
I'm tryin' to say is
Before tell (Montel) Williams they'll let the host a (holster) show

The cameras come on, all his friends like, "I remember when supported me."
His baby like, "Baby go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. insulting me."
So they away the Accord to make you act accordingly
Told his parents, "Wait you see our V."
I'm like, "He embellish it."
But once you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you your Element
It ain't no secret, maybe let you lease it
Well I'm done clowin' this
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 cover you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to
See it takes to break down why we ain't seen this nigga from the X excel (XXL)
Was it cause he dropped a bunch of and got no reviews?
Nah, cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove
We all seen you mixtapes, but in rap you a rookie
And I got respect 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 piece of
Asher Roth ran colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a decent act
You and Cudi's Day and night ('Day N' Nite')
Ace Hood Hard' just to see a plaque
And you know all this shit the truth, pay attention while I'm Factz
Factz, ya industry career, all dreams
Factz, you made a song that said your account had 414
Factz, I know you wish you could've saw green
And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't when many ring
And then my all bang, and then it's New York slang
I'm gettin' "facts" everything
You made a mistake with Danja, let them bloggers hype ya skills
And now you tryin' to make a come back off your last (era)
You spent too time with Millz
You wanna fight? Swing on me? Oh you die for real
But he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the deal
It's one case, all it takes to shine the kill
means I make 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 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
the Fact, the culture gon' be mourning forever
Matter of fact, I shoot out the matter of Factz
And now we Factz I think I got my story together
You went King Of The Dot to URL
Beasley told me you switch your plan of attack
So of course you try to get Gully with Eric
But just not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence that I'm that
Cause their whole changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me 'How Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these 'Niggas Done Something' when they picked me for this war
Now see this nigga from the X get?
as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the door
Aye how could you doubt and belittle me?
If I give him a shell then I'll put him his misery
This is World War One, cause this amounting to
And if these are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be history
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and this camera is
And if y'all was confused what I was doin' I just 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, gang bangin' mother, cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, pass." Dish off more than Chris Paul
I'm surprised you made it this far, since you and K share a Zip car
He have 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 start fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge)
Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim feel
Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real
Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the
Chill, nervous
He bit off more than he can chew my pen, I'ma mean lyricist
He seem 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 don't sense the loving it
He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, was foul (Fowl) wasn't it?
Lay em out, then put hands and feet on em, a massage room
Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm In Full, I'ma '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 Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's A Brand New Bag'
Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause some 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
find 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 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 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 death
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire my hands will heat ya head
This prince rose to clock his face, give this respect
Every word good, I to purge, I got your nerves shook
You battled Nu to push Twork?
I'm tryna say shit to get a push
Go in the mirror, I want you to tell me how the dirt
And niggas want you to stop the Jerseys
Like right when we bout to see Surf
Lemme bring that line in
Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to him over a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's fashion
Who dressed Lemme guess...you
I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and you with it
But....I really can't you niglet
I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it?
You gon' talk about my bread too, like Cortez ain't lend you digits
You on the menu I cool in the venue 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 nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile
Line it up here, straight ya eye, that's a uni-brow
You a clown, he shoot a round at a shoot-around
Put em down I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round
You in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese should be super proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, a Cass' trait, we all knew the style
Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm in the spot?
Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a music file
And I did it with the MAC, so I'm sending him to the
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 it's no tooth
Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he gon' a new route canal
biblical
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 a black choir
Quagmire, his get swole
You getting cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my guys land hooks
President of my gang and we niggas, I am Bush (ambush)
this tramp, we amped, be gone
I'ma
JayBlac, I'ma split him in
No more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' 'bout debatable nigga
Wait 'til this round
Got crazier shit to say to you

[Round 2:
I was possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to trick the media
I said, "Ain't none of y'all shit."
go for everyone in Mause clique, I'm sick of seein' ya
All this, "He can't beat me with the material."
shit deceiving ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site);
Ya Mark 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 sparrin' wit'? Chilla?
Well in this arena (Serena) you hope your 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 trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Mickey Gym
Get in shape, the weights 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, lead showers 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 Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that was a Nitty win?
Well I still had landin' (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?
that's the shit we not buyin'
Get Rich Or Die
Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) playin' himself
The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns out I be makin' a Massacre
So got a [?] oh I'ma clap a tre at this character
I you gon' do the believably angle
some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz."

Well I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a small one
But it's muscle 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 wasn't Criminal Minded
But had to sleep the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx keep creatin' it, keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it
But you cut from that cloth, I cut the fabric
And this revenge for MC Shan, I a couple ratchets
As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) fuck up his
So yeah Bridge Is Over' but whoever's under passes (underpasses)
I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, she's wit' me
Razor, Bluestar; Pretty Ricky
Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the target was this nigga
So I druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped 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 with a .357 I can get whatever I
Who I'm battlin'? Mark? Mause? Or is it Renegade?
That's my target I 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 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And make me go to the car to (Carter) release it
Take your battler
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 switchin' 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 room, we could've 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 it back up to Irving
All Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability
On this turf you need delivery
Or you gon' get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, I hit up Rain, grabbed the four fifth
And he keep it by the Mark, all they seen is my dawg prints
Let's start with
You never made a to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, why you can't market Mark
They not impressed Mark, so bench Mark
Cause they never Mark at heart
And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the bear be next to Marky 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 gon' get a 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, this legit pummeling
You getting killed Superbad, 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 it came outta st john, he died, Malik Sealy
120 battles, ya tooth, how you on ESPN every year?
Your retarded
NWX
In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you almost in despair
Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I 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 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 painfully it?
Gamblin' ya friendship is criminal, and you aiding in the (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, prolly see Twork vs Goodz
It's December 15th that battle still dropped
Why you let 'em that?
And let this not come out, it's gon' be a real Infinity War Smack
And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax)
Fall back, cause you know I say all facts
But hang on scrap, you the real reason ICE ain't on Smack
Long story short, my man called me and me
"Yo, this nigga ICE his girl. Had the little nigga heated
to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic
I mean, freezing
And before the line dropped, my man he saw ICE fishin' 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 only with Beasley, and had ICE 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 proof so."
You can bring up the about Budden, I don't avoid the wild truth
But when you alone and you see ICE, 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 instigate
Trip em, soon as I spot him, lift the iron and is fate and
I'm standing over the body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say dumb shit like
"Bring water ya yard... cannonball
I draw and will (wheel) first... neanderthal
The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Hawks."
Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random
A bunch of dumb shit, with your and all
And everybody gon' go crazy for shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down than a scientist
Chin made of glass, ain't got that frontal 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, you just wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a lion
This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm just where the lyin' (lion) is
Stomp him, till he the pain from the foot, no podiatrist
nose, sinuses, let it spread viruses
And if Big T in, silencers, now he no longer the quietest
I'm wrecking his environment, wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake
He tried to Mick' (seismic) wave
It ain't my lines been ground breaking in the first place
Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think believability
But that him wacker
Cause now he don't even ability matters
Mick dapper, Y-3 the fit to the sneaks
He'll (hill) gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep
Big dagger at inconsiderate idiot's cheek
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 round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

3: DNA]
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', baby burpin', you get the 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 always grinnin' when I see
I said, "Clips, this clown to relax."
See (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a round to a rat
You'll find out what's in store, when you're found on your
.40, Menace II Society this a counter (counterattack)
I 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
Dezi in the left, somethin' in the hand like in the meanwhile
So cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or fiend down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your boss head in-between the cold cuts
The up, and I know stuff
have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver 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, will unravel
And whoever stuck in this shell see why this crab get the
You don't want war, the show, you crack under pressure
And better know that
Talk about the rulers of the moon
Well tell the (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 to do with the culture
And Daylyt's Tekashi, time I'm [?]
Cause a blog and you said he wasn't a troll until he met you
So what you told
"Forget rhymes, change"?
you switched sides
Diss this guys, like that don't coincide with the big time 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 talk stats me
I put a 150 in this shit, did a match for free
As far as the Summer 2 sponsor, that was me
Nikiya workin' with King Of The Dot, that's to me
So when a make 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 is the nigga opinionated talkin' Factz wit' me?
You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I brought a pump through
It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can up to
This rappin' is a test, we was convinced
That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for
You and was in the same league but he was crashin' with the hits
But if you are what you say you are a 'Superstar' you have had us in suspense
Cause he took the you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco ever since
You been this ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I could've did this in the you picked the December date
But I trippin'
I guess since he boo'd up he ain't take an L in May
Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha"
This nigga is married
To the point where she be about the money that he makin'
Like, "Baby this shit 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'
Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't have Bad Creation
I heard she sick with somethin' though, at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis the heat dumpin'
And I know that's a spot for what this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin'
Like I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need
While my trigger finger itchin' a fiend comin'
I him at the crib, his knees bucklin'
And pile ten in like the D's comin'
Factz, these are random facts
I was listenin' to your music and right before start
I see the cover to your Mause and I got a question Mark
See been some things that I've been waitin' to say
if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that died from AIDS
And I think he made a
Cause on the tape he was cool Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And y'all think they pavin' the way
But what y'all don't know is all three of painters were gay
Now I'm not you gay
But I'm you gay
If these was 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 be on to some plaques?
You're delusional, and so far from
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 name Mickey Factz, contradiction
Cause your first Mickey, which is a fictional character
But it becomes tricky
Cause your last name's Factz which means "real" but about you is just iffy
That's why y'all will have to listen cause his ass is
You make up your mind nigga, which one is it?
or fiction?
I come to play
So get amped I'm still The Champ, might get another belt
Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, her health
NWX we run this shit, we the ones that's felt
And I don't wanna hear y'all say the robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my
(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: Mickey
Instead of taking this battle, you was off hugging a Cactus Jack
Going against a Mick Foley
You only good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I don't mean to beat a horse, but your supporters think 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 your flaws
And the main reason you still got that 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 title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel)
Then you blew up after 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 been dirty, way before
Then right thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's
Slow it down ma, look at how son dress, you took it
Then turned to a once he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's
All the way down to ya pattern, i seen the Clips in you
Chuckie put his on ya forehead, transferred 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 every
Why Flex, you the credit, fine?
But why would I credit you for sending Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind
It wasn't you the bars it was Shine (Shyne)
And you got ya slang Cortez, and never learned Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a or an essay 'Tez, that's Don Marino
But keep giving em slang, behind the 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
time is money 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 with it, you getting
Trumping him, easily too, so if you vote for
That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma give on the poll a (polar) cap
He's still underground? From the first round? canal
Lemme the puzzle
It's a loco motive, clip a muzzle
Infrared so he poke his head out, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, handle hot, it need
Blazing, D. appreciating the fans, the Heat wave
You what? Man I'm suited up like 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 it transfer over, i just make a move and bust!
You should
Prey on him with the at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk
Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma buff
Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two are usually up
ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but that's what Cupid wants, stupid cunt
That's what you get caping for the super
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' and she gettin' drug down after I stopped shootin' up
it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into this Ill shit
For years , you me your enemy
recklessly
Whats the science DNA? We never had good chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well that same energy
Cause I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd rather ya memory
vs QP, you came up to me with your dysfunctional smile
And said "I'ma do crazy! I want you in front of the crowd!
Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do something to him."
And with all the random spit that came out of Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you that
You did interviews and diss tracks, I got called a rat
For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I started
When he blogs sayin' I diss him?
Cause Rich beat him...you I wanted that?
Look no punchline, all the facts and all the raps
I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the catch
Verb told Ill I said, and Ill responded back
"I know exactly he gonna do already, cause someone else informed me that."
For years, I was the one they the snitching was dealt
But I knew who told...and guess what 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

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But I will...it was

Factz]
And I still told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact
But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, at his house
He let the Spanish rat
How you think we out about you on the couch?
That been a chatty little rat
Now a real four 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!