I was made for lovin' you -official video clip

[Round 1: Bigg K] Y'all think JC is the fuckin' man, but he really a kid though No games, I came with a classic 30 like the mini Nintendo Yeah, you catch a Klitschko, right into the big show I lay down the law, when JC black out it ain't Jim Crow I'm down ten toe, two guns, a Kimbo 30 shot, he duckin' a pole, stuck in limbo Come get your shit smoked, semi will murk kinfolk JC will stain the glass...in church windows Now what's the popular vote? Ya throwin' rocks at the GOAT Who traded yacht for a boat? What's a lot to the most? Wait? You violate I get him shot in the throat So if you trip, he'll eat a clip like he swallowed a roach Look, I bang mine from the waist line with no answers I'm a straight timer you a programmer I'm in the jets with the TECs by the clothes hamper You buzzin' for talkin' out ya neck, that's throat cancer Look, I rock for delph, big dawg of the common wealth Head first in that dirt, how an ostrich felt All I need is a lil' blade and a Glock for help I got the knife 'n the toaster, I'm 'bout to shock myself! Get the belt, who want a piece? Y'all gon' get it, one a piece If him up he get hemmed up, cuffed and creased You act hard on stage, you'se a fuckin' geek I brought bars by the waves that's Muscle Beach I'm a beast, this the prey, but squares think he got the sauce, in a fish filet I wore that time like a man, not shit to say I couldn't tell on Death Row like I was Michel'le Now get your arms to the ceilin' when I lift the K You rap for the cam', these bombs in the buildin'; Tim McVeigh I duff your fiancee on Christmas Day Fuck what he be on, say, (Beyonce) I carry twins for J(ay) I say look, you in the way, shots ring, they gon' call a SWAT team We keep a street sweeper to leave the block clean Yeah that mop thing, stashed by the box spring With the drum I lay him flat, pick a hot wing I said he will not swing, he takin' it to the dome There's paper that's on the phone got me breakin' another zone I bury you in the yard, scrapin' you to the bone In your driveway with the shovel like the neighbor from Home Alone I'm grown, you just as funny as you look You ain't never had to kick a door with a skully on your foot Dirty AK, I'm goin' dummy on the jooks I'm 'bout to make JPay, I got some money on the books I said he shook, if it's war than you get a halo Scorpion on the Kato This D.E. 40 ain't in Vallejo Twistin' Harry Potter my main hoe Lay low with a Draco Killer Instinct I'ma sender wherever J go (Jago) Ayo, if I was in crowd I'd hit you wit a tomato And it's grocery bags at every battle so don't get fuckin' crazy You are not big enough for the body bag, you are just a baby Look alive squirt [Round 1: JC] Absolutely nothin' bring me to you But I still gotta kill you, easily too Why? Somethin' about this flow you just can't expose I won't even make it close, they say gotta be pilled up to try to stop me So on first take they poppin' Molly like they Jaylin Rose I got an accurate shot So strap up, like when cool niggas passin' the cops Cause every gun got a name And judgin' from this Gun Title ain't gon' be no "after the shot" It's these niggas that shit on battle rap the moment they ain't capable of showin' anything new You know the niggas that battle rap but they not battle rappers cause the shit corny? Yeah I know, it makes sense to me too I didn't change the clip, I changed the gun, everything I'm dishin' new (additional) We could be acres apart, they still gon' find a place in your heart, nigga they unconditional These are not threats, ain't no need to talk about it Shit he can't even see the rays bitch I'm ultraviolet And bein' in front of this bus', shit not even Rosa Parks will try it You're makin' history, shit I make niggas great when they go through the hoops, including you I'm the only one of these niggas that actually give credit for losin' to But you gotta fight, I mean many niggas have lost on this road, but only a few found it Too many playin' the numbers game, worried about the view countin' And who's countin', til they at they wake, and it ain't you countin' I mean the shit is sad, I thought he took a break, you know flip a bag But the fans don't even ask about him, I thought the shit was really sad Though not really It's still fans on them Norfolk streets, they just switched to Ave And I know you sick of hearin' that, but you gotta clear it though Take care of home, and when you do, break a leg, tear the bone; Derrick Rose Cause at this point, you done and you can only get washed once like generic clothes You in a brawl for your health, you gon' need all of they help Cause you dealin' with hecklers, this gon' look like when Prep pausin' himself Though I'm devilish, you-y'all remember me, spittin' crack like Snoop in a wheelchair? You wanna know what else stem from that thought? He chokin' and gettin' exposed tryin' to get rid of Raw Same scenario, right? But that scope got a lens wide enough to keep every nigga on yo' field watchin' I send a paid shooter, he will pop And you gon' only see him once like Will pops I'm involved with the hammer next to me I won't even let a nigga affect my sleep He'll get that extra sleep, I even call it my rest in peace (restin' piece) Nigga it's never safe, that weapon raised, mind, body and soul segregate Blastin', the clips only compliment the ratchets so you gon' hate when you see 'em, they like weddin' tapes I know what hood he go in cause that's the hood I stroll in Need I remind you? That machine behind you ain't good promotion They know when I'm stormin' just by how calm I approach That fire work, like Jason Pierre Paul wit it though Cause now I'm forever armed wit the fo' It's body bags at every battle, make sure your homie found one But do not-you know the rest nigga, let's go [Round 2: Bigg K] I'm dope, sick, I think I need some boxin' It's 'bout time for a rebuttal for them dreams you droppin' You said I shit on battle rap? That's cause fiends is coppin' But I ain't never shit on battle rap, that ain't even really True, like them jeans you rockin' I'll ruin ya dude's life for them dead presidents Get chewed you lose stripes, y'all wet peppermint You got back on Smack and really set precidence They gave you a legend, I heard you got to battle Chef Trez and shit Damn, you killin' it man Ever since he wasn't able to pay rent He did a 100 battles and made a thousand dollars and eight cents If y'all tryin' to get me on the card it take chips Or get a one rounder out this fraud for baked fish Cake mix, steak tips, a zip He battles nobodies, shoot shots you can't miss What I'm sayin' is, y'all rate him a great, it don't make sense Just cause he Rap-A-Lot don't crown J Prince Take this, exclusivity make your bread last Fuck ya pen game, believability you dead last What I'm cookin', even the trailer blowin' up that's a meth lab ARP set the J up, this a chest pass This as easy as a layup off the fresh glass I'm Russian soldiers in the field like a Spetsnaz I send his heart to the house of his bride, Fed Ex fast But then his head, a couple hours behind like jet lag Get dragged, I circle ya block, dome check him I had to put in work on my ock with no weapon If we was in the cell I'd beat him and phone check him Knife in his ass, blood will have a shittier stream than NOME 7 I'm a road legend, cold flexin', state to state on ya You gon' need a grenade launcher and some face armor Find your location and lay on it then bang on ya Gun with a bayonet, I put the Blade on it like a Daywalker I hate all of the fake fraud and the raps they say to ya I'll crack his head like a macadamia Snap his trachea, it's too flooded in the ring, this shit Wrestlemania I'm in a Rolls Royce whippin' a Ghost it's Castlevania Video game bars, what's that? Nerd shit Boy that ain't nothin' but truth If I say somethin' 'bout 2K y'all gon' jump through the roof Right? Right Bunch of selective criticism all comin' from fruits That hear Friday punchlines and cum on they boots "Aw Craig shop somethin' somethin' head shot oooh my God" I say look, I'm in VA sittin' low on a three day give and go Where fiends tryin' to trade a dime of that sweet thing For a key chain and a pee stained Vizio All I got is gun bars cause I let my heat bang really though Bunch of 40's in my crib, it's like the G Thang video Here we go, ya flow? Give it 2 outta 10 Cause y'all get burnt by Smack, crawl back and let him screw y'all again They tried to cut my hands off and I grew out a limb I was never scared to burn a bridge cause I knew how to swim And it's grocery bags at every battle so don't get fuckin' crazy You are not big enough for the body bag, you a just a baby [Round 2: JC] That last round was a problem witchu I gotta be honest witchu It's them four bar set ups, four bars that are not official You use the four bar set up for, "upper cut 'em through the roof like it's Mortal Kombat"...fuckin' garbage But aye, JC battled in garages, niggas love startin' You was in them fuckin' garages too nigga, and you wasn't parkin' See these niggas love showin' out on camera, only on set they thuggin', just extra buggin' All that actin' gon' get your man bodied by the can, not the Oscar you was expectin' was it? It's not like we've been rivals, but that pen title, I'll kill for it Populated the Pearly Gates with speed [?] that keep the .38's on a spin cycle And I'm still spittin' and the shots heat you But like a hot single, you gotta deal wit it So which team we servin' The niggas that fill up they rap sheet braggin' 'bout they rap sheet Armed robbery, wow, a thievin' person Kick doors, you happy cause you got caught jackin', so did Pee Wee Herman The shit don't even sound [?] but this shit different y'all It can flip a car faster than a crowd riot So I gotta hold it down and keep the crowd silent Then the rounds flyin' And fuck how you feel, I'm the first man sprayin' "K" and "respect" don't even go together, not even if Birdman say it I don't have to ask him to stop, there's a whole society passin' for props The automatics I got will make the bitch jump out faster than Kennedy car after the shot I can guarantee my hood worse At home K would've got found in a dumpster Half the body hangin' out like one of Suge's shirts Nigga he can be the first to get served But that's if the bars don't murder him first There's too much crack in this pad, every round I hustle, from the first to the third And I am all with the shits All that actin' belong with the clips See they try to shoot like me but none of 'em accurate It's like that government trackin', that shit all in the wrist I know they could've taken the first shot to at least be remembered, but that shit all in the risk I mean who gon' respect it? I mean he too busy tryin' to convince y'all that he yo' complexion Egghead nigga damn near got a yolk complexion Back to battle rap, my habitat, where none of y'all can stop me And everything after there's a carbon copy Oh I own that, that chrome clap, what's on my side kick like my partner got me We can make sure the casket's closed and he can take that act on the road Cause only one person saw the body Take care of them feelings first cause dealin' in feelings (fillings) hurts Especially around us You can end up losin' DNA and then you get this (dentist) work Regardless if niggas feel me, can't no nigga kill me I got a Gothic flow K, Guantanamo Bay, nigga the pen' is filthy And I'm good with the pump I can show y'all how a death stare really look when he slumped I'm what's poppin' right now, them facades? Just hospital gowns Soon as you check 'em, they all gotta put on a front Now I know niggas don't wanna hear where Rich Dollaz at and that's cool No disrespect to dude But I'm the one who sent him there my nigga and he expectin' you Round 2 [Round 3: Bigg K] I talk about your jeans, now I gotta talk about this shit You lookin' real bummy for it How your shirt got 20 dollars it and he ain't even pay $20 for it? I touch down in NY, I got a quarter of sour I hit the pedal and broke out like a poisonous flower I got to the telly with ARP, he told JC, "Meet the boys in an hour." You was upstairs in your room, puttin' toys in the shower With that mini chest it's skinny pathetic, small physique That says you need a booster step for your barber seat Rappin', like you clappin' hand held monster heat Nah, you need ya hand held 'cross the street Because if J walkin', what he talkin', tell him talk to me I've been the cause of grief for puttin' y'all to sleep Throw me in the deep end, I'm killin' sharks to eat You'll drown in the water...of Dawson's Creek Peep, they ask me, "Where you been?" I don't like to blog I'd rather smack you in your chin with a viking log You micro soft I'm Zeus with lightening rod I let you throw a punch and hit J(ay) with a Silent Bob I say, "Who's nice as dawg?" You? He had to get a shot Ain't no way he got the belt, all his jeans got elastic at the top I done sold fake fish, had the tilapia to spot Lost all the clientele, but I had to get the gwap This shot, you roof will shatter You small I send a deuce-deuce at ya Put this pussy on a plate, I made a pupu platter While you was playing Checkers, Connect 4, Life, Trouble, Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders I had to check a connect for life, havin' trouble gettin' that can' to land, shootin' Ladders! Gruesome matters, but I heard you had a son my brother, god bless, amazin' grace I hope you raise him to be a man and not a waste of space But just know the day gon' come where he try you, and break ya face Judgin' by how you built, it'll be the age of eight See it's hard to believe you lettin' sparks fly, dude wildin' Not built like Smart Guy in 2000 I split ya melon with a banana make a fruit salad Or throw you in the sleeper and snap my weight on your vocals like I knew Khalid I'm too violent, free my dawg, pushin' through the courts Cause the cops hit the door and put him through porch The last spot got hot, we never knew the source It had me in a hole, I had to leave over the pigs like Kalua pork Luau's in Hawaii at a new resort I don't expect you to catch that cause you dork I be ridin' in limousines, the newest Porsche You be survivin' on Kid Cuisines and usin' sporks Be humble, or eat knuckle and scream "uncle" I ain't comin' here to son you, I came to Capri Sun you You little weak piece of shit, you would die if a bee stung you When you walk past the middle school they mean mug you But let you tell it, you palm a chopper and let it blow You ain't even as tall as a chopper from head to toe Braggin' 'bout yo' pen game, that's some shit I will never know That's like fans sayin', "Yeah he lyin'. He's definitely lyin'...but the way he said it though..." Let it go, I mix pain, dope and aggy Why don't you take your pen game to the bowlin' alley I served fiends with syringes on the floor, open baggies They was fightin' over the pipe before North Dakota rallies I said dope around me, I was thuggin' you wit the dick suckers I almost lost a finger fuckin' wit the fence cutters You was in Facebook chump groups, talkin' punches and your pen number I was upstate, jump suit, punchin' in a pen number And all these fans who say dude live and I hate you guys Just know if the shoe fits, I bet it's grade school size Because it is grocery bags at every battle Now don't get fuckin' crazy You are not big enough for a body bag, you are just a baby [Round 3: JC] Alright, picture this Sike, this is exactly the round I go and kill Never mind the time keepers, Bob Viola, dealer with holmes nigga you know the drills He left stiff with a hole in him Go get him! The shit open still Of course he got rocked wit the beam The first person shot on the scene like Cloverfield I had to switch my whole style for this shit So now I stalk the target when I aim the lead and I only aim for heads Shit I be waitin' wit the Magnum like Mike under Stacey bed Bitch I'm there til the job done And job one? Slaughter one of his kids And we ain't there til the body hit the river, I'm talkin' water under a bridge And for real niggas, this shit easily felt John Witherspoon on the Wayans how I reach for the belt I just do it different This for all the niggas who heard me rap and actually caught all the jewels I've givin' For the niggas who heard punch with force and force yo' punch and actually knew the difference For those who find that I reach, I'm just way outta they reach In a league by myself I mean you snap but you not allowed enough to let that demon be felt I mean you slaughtered legends on King Of The Dot, so how come you ain't get a ring for the belt? Ah nah, cause it's not a perk See he put in work but that shit was seasonal help Now which one of y'all thought I was gon' leave this bitch without a body Just know, I believe in myself, that experience is out of body But now I'm back to smoke somebody that wasn't on my radar at first See how my attack got a lot of niggas mistaken That means I got a method in schoolin' like How High But so I'm diggin' old plots to get them Franklins I'm talkin' big coffins, Sig sparkin', lead pourin' like Flint faucets I'm the best period, I look deep in niggas souls, then I leave with niggas souls Dealt a lot of pain with the kind of reign (Rain) not even Beasley can control Heaven's waitin', then the nine get flashed I tell 'em, "Catch 'em in traffic" but watch for the white man walkin' See they know that's the sign you passed The complexity of my rounds? It make them bitches a wreckin' ball I know I may lose niggas sometimes but I stay in debt for y'all I could easily drop Pokemon shit every round, but it ain't my message y'all Just know, a lot of monsters come out of these rounds, you just gotta catch 'em all One shot, I'm blastin', the gun shot collapsed him They know it all til they run into me Then they just end up unconscious rappers Nigga I'm back snappin', of course I got the flow Can't deny the flow, when I explode You can't stop the fire with a flapjacket They thought he was strapped for this schoolin' til he got sent back packin' I need comp' you know, and even though the Glow, this Sho' Nuff gon' be the Last Dragon So K, it is over wit Overdose from the dopest pen, y'all know I wrote the shit Every battle turns into a eulogy, my consolences