Luyện nghe bài hát DNA vs. Mickey Factz

[Round 1:
Said there's to escape now bitch
Soon as they we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks
And I feel like I got demoted
Now he havin' cold sweats, his 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
knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat
And the moment Smack rode in the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped
You 'bout to tell us that you not the snitch but who's the
That's still snitchin', doesn't sound tough
Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your shut
Now y'all ain't remember when snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground
Well that pertains to our situation and gotta know now
every 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 nothin' but hate for this
And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna change the state of the
Picture his childhood, blocks
Hustlers coke and dope
And there go Mark Williams
at the Stop 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 (Montel) Williams they'll let the host a (holster) show

The cameras come on, all his like, "I remember when Factz supported me."
His like, "Baby let's go for a walk."
You like, "Hmph. insulting me."
So they took the Accord to make you act accordingly
his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V."
I'm like, "He gotta 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, they let you lease it
Well I'm done this bitch
And since you ain't own the Car, (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a whip
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 dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no
Nah, it's 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 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, Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of that
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 'Hustle Hard' to see a plaque
And you know all this shit the truth, pay while I'm speakin' Factz
Factz, ya industry career, all lost
Factz, you made a song that said your account had 414
Factz, I know you wish you saw more green
And now your turn to pass, but it ain't magic 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 last error (era)
You spent too time with Millz
You wanna fight? on me? Oh you gon' die for real
But before he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the
It's one case, all it takes to shine the kill
That means I make my blood circulate and let the peel
tryin' to force the truth about me about what happened to his body
Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing 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 forever
Matter of fact, I shoot out the brain of Factz
And now we gatherin' I think I got my story together
You from King Of The Dot to URL
Beasley me you would switch your plan of attack
So of course you gonna try to get with Eric
But it's not Organik to Smack
Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but room is evidence that I'm damagin' that
Cause their whole changed once DNA tampered with Factz
You gon' see if It's And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue
Aye, they asked me It's Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4
See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' when they picked me for war
Now see what this nigga the X get?
as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the door
Aye Mickey how you doubt and belittle me?
If I him a shell 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
Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and camera is black
And if y'all was what 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 a bitch call
Fuck your flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk
Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off more than Chris
I'm surprised you it this far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car
He have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off
punishment capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!"
But don't say he's 'Just A Friend', pretend, he a big boss
I'll tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this (discharge)
Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim hoodie
Your is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real
Beasley me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal
After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' the bill?
Chill, nervous
He bit off more he can chew with my pen, I'ma mean lyricist
He seem 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 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'
Then he said, "Wait, you Daylyt so over there, so over 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 rifles gotta blade on it
But when a fan recite it, they look stupid and get for it
6 shooter, and each bullet got ya 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 you would grow up with ya bars
But after 21 jack, all bets was off when you up on the card
up with ya squad, i want 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 seeing
Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will heat ya
This prince rose to clock his face, give this respect
Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got your shook
You Nu Jeruz to push Twork?
I'm tryna say shit to get a Twork
Go in the mirror, I you to tell me how the dirt look
And niggas you to stop with the Jerseys
Like right when we to see Surf cook
Lemme that line back in
Ray jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action
I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking."
Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's high
Who you? Lemme guess...you
I can you did it, I would be helpful and help you with it
But....I really help you niglet
Plus I you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it?
You talk about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits
You on the menu I stepped in the venue clicking
Crazy, with two straps my shoulder like a Bellevue visit
And I took off from the without a Jet-Blue ticket
Now 'Back Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile
Line it up here, straight over ya eye, that's a
You a clown, he shoot a round at a shoot-around
Put em down after I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie
You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry should be super proud
Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the
Who (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot?
Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, zip em up, he a computer music file
And I did it with the MAC, so I'm sending him to the
Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this cast in
I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Hubie (hue be brown)
Or the nozzle in the space where we see it's no tooth
Bury him underground with no map, Smack, he gon' need a new route canal
This
I should get A. to baptize 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 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 more him the Champ...peon (Champion)
1-0, nothin' that debatable nigga
Wait this next round
Got crazier 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 about shit."
That go for everyone in Mause clique, I'm sick of ya
All this, "He can't beat me the O-Red material."
That shit ya
Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site);
Ya name Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, why this line is genius
Cause you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and here's the .9 us
Who you been sparrin' wit'?
Well in arena (Serena) you better 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 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 judgement is bad for him, I'm a (simple ten)
The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's
And then I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any that you sit us in (citizen)
you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that 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 liar
You mean to me you put hits on all these other niggas albums while yours stay on the shelf?
that's the shit we not buyin'
Get Or Die Tryin'
Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) nigga playin'
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 fans say, "You on one Factz."

I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap
But it's memory cause soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back
Whatchu know about fightin' witcha cause he abusin' on ya mother?
Or givin' ya cousin a gun but to take it back because he tried to use it on his brother
See we wasn't always Criminal
But had to sleep with the ratchet cause we of losin' one another
KRS-One, By All Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover
The Bronx creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it
But since you cut from 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 passes (underpasses)
I'm busy, Nina is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me
Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Ricky
Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork the target was this nigga Nitty
So I started druggin' Rum, but I slipped to Mickey
You like to do letter and tell black people about their credit scores
Like, "You'll be in a slum
If you don't got 720 or better 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? Or is it Renegade?
That's my 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 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade'
And make me go to the car to (Carter) release it
Take favorite battler
Put him against an industry dude who make the challenger
they let vultures 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 reason why the fucked up, stop breakin' character
I'm really wit' the
Y'all a nigga's soft when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch"

You wanted the small room, we 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 take it back up to Irving
All them Lux mannerisms is cause you ability
On this turf you need delivery
Or you get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty
I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the fifth
And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they is my dawg prints
start with Mark
You never made a to start
Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market
They not impressed Mark, so they bench
Cause they never like Mark at
And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the will be next to Marky Mark
If y'all don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then should leave now
Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, 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) 'til the machine

[Round 2: Factz]
battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling
You getting Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it
Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he compete? Really?
Well I gave you the shot, and once it came st john, he died, Malik Sealy
120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on every year?
retarded faces
NWX
In K-Shine's fight Chess, how you almost left in despair
Whatever that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't mention it here
So everybody grab ya asthma pumps, it's time for a 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 outta
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 is criminal, and you aiding in the betting (and abetting)
URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs
And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, prolly see Twork vs Goodz
December 15th that battle still ain't dropped
Why you let 'em vault
And let this footage not come out, it's 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 hang on scrap, you the real Head ICE ain't on Smack
story short, my man called me and told me
"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga
Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was and anemic
I mean, freezing
And the line dropped, my man said 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 with Beasley, and had ICE elated for the 1 on 1."
I said, "Wait a second. Is footage?"
He said, "Yeah, the kid almost got his cap
Uncle Ra got the child so."
You can bring up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild
But when you alone and you see ICE, turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!"
This nigga fake, I should in ya ridiculous 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 body like I'm liftin' weights
Big
Cause you 'bout to say some dumb shit
"Bring water ya back yard...
I draw and will (wheel) first... neanderthal
The tre young, and I'll put the to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks."
ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random bars
A bunch of dumb shit, with hands and all
And everybody gon' go for that shit and applaud
Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better a scientist
Chin made of glass, still ain't got frontal though, I admit
At least you get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list
The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing
down, cause you just wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis
Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a since
This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm defining where the lyin' (lion) is
him, till he feel the pain from the foot, no podiatrist
Snub nose, sinuses, let it viruses
And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no longer the
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 this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think matters
But made him wacker
Cause now he don't even believe ability
Mick dapper, Y-3 the fit to the sneaks
He'll (hill) rock amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep
Big dagger at this 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
'til the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga

[Round 3:
Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the said, "This sound like a match."
I said it's no 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 switch grips, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get down to the
You said why I'm always grinnin' I see you?
I said, "Clips, tell this to relax."
See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a to a rat
You'll find out what's in store, when you're found on your
.40, Menace II this a counter attack (counterattack)
I his moms before dinner, it's a family of three now
SM7, see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed round
in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile
So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or down
Arms, up like "So what?"
Or your boss head in-between the subs; cuts
The toast up, and I stuff
I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be up
You was born on 13th, your Zodiac's a cancer
And I ain't gon' talk about this for of the battle
Headshot, Factz will
And whoever in this shell see why this crab get the barrel
You want war, the signs show, you crack under pressure
And better know that
Talk about y'all the of the moon
Well tell the scope (telescope)
You who you are? The DJ Akademiks of battle rap
Cause you move like a
You got nothin' to do with this
But try to tell us what to do with the culture
And Tekashi, this time I'm [?]
Cause there's a blog and you said he wasn't a troll he met you
So what you him?
"Forget rhymes, change"?
you switched sides
Diss this Crip guys, like that don't with the big time 9 tre's
And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you come at 69 sideways?
I hate you nigga, but is how it has to be
In this culture, you never talk stats with me
I put a 150 in this shit, did a match 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 should get the tax fees
I'm the nigga brought Harry to URL, you don't believe ask and see
Now think, "If DNA wasn't in culture" where battle rap would be
The 2 on 2's, ESPN, was me
WWE promos, was me
And you a has been on the sideline, sad to see
So how the fuck is the nigga talkin' Factz wit' me?
What? You got some advice Lupe? That was you good luck move?
Well I a good pump through
It hit floors, your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to
This rappin' is a test, we was convinced
That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you for rent
You and Lupe was in the same 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 style you kicked, pushed and been a Fiasco ever since
You been this ass whoopin'
And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December
But I trippin'
I since he boo'd up he ain't wanna take an L in May
Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Mickey Factz got a and her name is "Iesha"
This nigga is married
To the point where she be about the money that he makin'
Like, "Baby this industry shit ain't gon' cut it. Go to battle rap
Fuck ya relations."
If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, back and pacin'
Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't have Another Bad
I she sick with somethin' though, look at him tight, mean muggin'
It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis the heat dumpin'
And I know that's a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) E's (disease) comin'
I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin'
While my trigger finger itchin' like a fiend
I catch him at the crib, his bucklin'
And then pile ten in the D's comin'
Random Factz, are random facts
I was listenin' to music and right before pressin' start
I see the to your Mause mixtape and I got a question Mark
See there's been things that I've been waitin' to say
Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti that died from AIDS
And I think he a mistake
Cause on the tape he was cool Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring
And y'all think cause pavin' 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 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 some
delusional, and so far from reality
But I guess you had no alternative, Factz
But see when you hate a nigga this you gotta study the opposition
So I started writin' in my
And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding:
your first name's Mickey, which is a fictional character
But then it becomes
Cause your last Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy
That's why will have to listen cause his ass is trippin'
You better make up your nigga, which one is it?
or fiction?
I ain't come to
So don't get I'm still The Champ, might get another belt
Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, her health
It's NWX we run this shit, we the that's felt
And I don't wanna hear say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself!
Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my
(Get him the fuck here!)
Hell no, he died get his ghost the fuck in
One industry nigga get King Los the fuck in here!

[Round 3: Factz]
Instead of taking this battle, you was better off a Cactus Jack
Going against a Mick Foley
You really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony
I mean 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 fans let
And that's the main reason I'ma break DNA down to the enzyme
In Jurassic Park, mosquito's were covered in sap, and the blood they was to make dinosaurs
And to bring em back, they used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and it all
That's why your a sap, cause the shit people you extract, is to hide your flaws
And that's the main you still got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours
Example... we first seen you freestyle Real Deal, in front of Nigel
He had the rebuttal 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 taking from him, proved to us, why you so inside
in point
I've you for years, you been dirty, way before early
Then before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's
Slow it down ma, look at how son dress, you it literal
Then to a reporter once he had Con in the view (interview)
That makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's
All the way down to ya rhyme pattern, i 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 line
Why Flex, you want the credit,
But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? mind
It wasn't you behind the bars it was (Shyne)
And you got ya slang from Cortez, and learned Spanish
Aww
I won't call you a Mexican or an essay 'Tez, Don Marino
But keep giving em slang, behind the scenes for URL,
That's five people, that this keep at bay planted
Without their 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 rounds with a T-Rex
I ain't that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow!
A section (sectional) come out, like 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 everybody on the poll a (polar) cap
He's still From the first round? Root canal
Lemme the puzzle
It's a loco motive, with a muzzle
so when he poke his head out, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel
But he's brave, hot, it need shade
Blazing, D. Wade the fans, the Heat 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 but my shit is a moving bus
So when it transfer over, i make a move and bust!
You duck
Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a monk
Send him a with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff
when you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are usually up
Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but what Cupid wants, stupid cunt
what you get caping for the super slut
And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' drug down after I stopped up
Take it in vein, with a and while you slicin' ya little wrist
And feelin' a lil' sick, get into this Yung Ill shit
For years , you called me your
Real
Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had chemistry
You had this tendency, of lashing out, well that 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 crazy! I want you in front of the crowd!
Yung Ill 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 what say to him
Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you disregarded
You did interviews and dropped diss tracks, I got a rat
For all of Me telling Ill? You think I started that?
When he blogs sayin' I diss him?
Cause Rich him...you think I wanted that?
Look no punchline, know all the facts and all the
I told Verb, you me in the front, here's the awkward catch
Verb Ill what 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 said the snitching was dealt
But I been knew who told...and what I kept that shit to my self
Took the blame, took the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry."
And still, I will not say who told Ill

[Aye
But I will...it was

[Mickey
And I haven't told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact
But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his
He let the Spanish rat
How you think we out about you on the couch?
That nigga been a 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 love clappin' it only makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back!