Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every ain't a rapper
This of settin' show if you can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took this battle, cause Beasley you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a
Catch me in your hood next day, I your squad to pop
I back, chopper cocked
Just to you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than Zion's stock
You thought we was It's over cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you said was duckin' him
out another rapper and didn't get neither on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
to shoot your shot while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid
Smack set you up, a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I mastered every word, perfected all of my
shit get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You dyin' in every
I want you to the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on camera
Just for comin' here, with all of them pies to get off
I aim it at this clip on, cock it and let a off
Clip slip, he dip I and let the spin off
As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the chopper
Bust in Funeral like I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of this
If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a death
Cause if I get the urge miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two black
I'll Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, get boxed with a ring like Cassius Clay
as a mannequin
When Red ski mask down, I'm Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then no rhyme or reason
He decides to try his opponents, with the silent treatment
Or your crack
And we don't know if you're a woman, or a man
Call the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a trans
Summer 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose voice when you battle me that'll be a true casualty
All that talking shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) become a gag to you?
Every we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends him slack is news (noose)
You given too much rope by dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu Surf's the
Now choking every other battle's just how Nu Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone your town
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for your round early?
You should be wild
You've snapped under less
Then through more rounds then them African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you can't write more things
you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, it's cause his made him practice for me
The only reason Red (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! This is no
For charging me in the this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him he's on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this same It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
you claimed? Lost and gained
I'm coming to that belt with the money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck to slit throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just (skitzo)
You want You'll get smoke
throwing in chips though?
Or let's go on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you dead? I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him soon as I that I (eye) got Red
From box to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they sites Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye from the supermarket?
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a Target
The I do's the hardest!
Sound too
But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Aaron
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you you look like Kirby?
(Why?)
Cause you suck (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you to be dead wit' 'em
I flow with poison, create carnage; Red
Lead rippin, the bitch out a bitch when his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the like Craig trippin'
You dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg
He paralyzed, every bar that, was bedridden (bed written)
different
But Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like black?
New machine gun, and a of straps when I'm airin' black
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black!
Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an Mook?
Jackson joinin' your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it him well
For battle to begin
These always want the culture, but they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Holla then they remix it
Speak different like he thee victim and we
A classic case of, "What are those?" Sneak
But speakin' of dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was bred the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks he less fortunate
I said he drop I stand over the body and torchin' it
Now this AK'll (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you me this Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me against Aaron
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who airin'
The one the stick who airin'- you get it, right?
I know you with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I soak a
I get in wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no
I'm wit' it
Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80
I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda hard to believe that all them in your teeth
Is a problem you solve just by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, shit doesn't look good at all
gum line remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still like complete shit
You used to have that out? Your dentist did the remix
This is LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even have two balls
is twice as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll the time of her life
I will break that box down like night
On passionate shit, it gets passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't like how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's described it
How you be blocking the box you should have on your license
We all lose a of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed that
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't built that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched the time limits
Turn around, Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
all the basketball bars you spit in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still don't no sportsmanship?
Well now you the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports like a pub crawl
Who'd a thunk I dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one with everything a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo
We na na you rah rah, you too punana
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the sauna you
I can improve on penmanship and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' whole
Rewording bars to try to convince the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I heard from this
When I hear he works at a job as a guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, stopper
In a parking lot in a marked car, patrolling your white partner
Is you Or you plead the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you with?
You think we believe you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then what you'll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Blinders
Get this pussy poked I really the one you should provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false flagging for extra hype
You see they lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me you wanted to paint me
But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's
Stepping on empty crack in every park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin'
Crooked cops stone killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the over board, and butcher blocks
Y'all applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is what I'm putting on
Taking O out to show the difference between good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I kick in ya door and your mother to death with a big Heckler
The trauma, blunt force, no peer pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the while they all in shock
And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the and make his daughter watch
You the freestyle era, right?
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the or not
Thought I wouldn't in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I give a fuck who up on that roof
I'm still goin' let it
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
That's a double punch
You ain't catch it? review
The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir,
But when B birthed the first most it wasn't true
Hence the part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street with an iron
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan
Neck shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron
"Army of-" your voice will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta
Turn the F'in fruit to a
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother
BAOW! Millz by the way
My niggas slide, clip rise
Your center guy gets to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon'
I left Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Kin- that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the heat to his wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie single
I said I stra-da, ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you thinkin' my translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in or somethin'?
I I'm Strapped In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And it's once I'm here
See the [?] K, like life like?
[?] then his get tapped

{O-Red rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and they get in each other's

Then it's Twork's third for Verb when I'm the strap
All you see is a hoodie then the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He know he murked
There was no option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I ripped shirt?
I don't give a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the
Ya me?

{Smack goes to end the battle since Iron walked out of the ring, but Iron walks back in wearing a jacket.}

[Round 3: Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just words with you
When you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he y'all he never fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
It's how y'all ain't loyal
I guess y'all from the same soil
Where even the clothing that your peoples made for you is to pray (prey) on you
If you can't count on your family, I don't know what the is I can count on my whole family, like the census
So if I'm caught in a bad position my falls on a gang of henchman
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me
See I could hit em bars and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Duncan, I'll literally body language
Verb from meat into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to feed the a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, time to be a man
Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded an Iron on your hands
All that GOAT talk you (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing Jersey like I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a vegetative
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I could do it dolo too, Iron Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you bowlin' shoes
I in the game, you get X'd from the frame
Nobody spared I strike take all the pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a monumental
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a head of
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't yet, you peeped it? You blind if you don't see
You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together No Me
You know me, I woulda pushed the mute button on Surf's
If you think we need to see Sub then you're dumb
Listen, what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The SMACK got turnt up
when you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive
After that, the blind and the def have come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other
Cause I'm so elite with the matter not even my subject matters
I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right about you
And I have to write about you to snatch your soul right up out you
SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you I'm ready once you pay me
You can't the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm just 'em toss U's at Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? They all
I already reached the top and I feel I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm Beasley's spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies ugly
I was through Pits of your Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi me
After what I do to him not gon' let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the weaponry is
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the love me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me with mummy
And a couple extra freaky named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't
I'm a spell it out for you, read these names
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!