Pink Floyd HD

[Round 1: Calicoe] Lux, you are a grown man. You brought a casket with you? Either you had dyin' in your plans Or you have an excessive amount of time on your hands But let me talk, on the real, Smack The media just tried to fuck my life up, shit almost got real, Smack But I'm a man of my word ‘cause I'm real, Smack Ain't no fuckin' animals gettin' killed, Smack Ain't no pitbull or roosters gettin' killed, Smack If I was the head of an operation, y'all think I woulda filmed that? Now I guess they think Cal is just that ruthless Now I'm disappointed in my fans for even thinkin' I'm that stupid So I'm supposed to say some shit that I don't really do So I ain't hot, son? I mean Shotgun say he a gangbanger, but he not one Bill Collector say he got the burner, but he ain't got one That was just a situation from a nigga to learn a lot from But then you got niggas like Arsonal got the nerve to tweet "Cal must don't give a fuck about his career." I guess I give a fuck about yours At the end of our battle when you was whisperin' in my ear Sayin', "Calicoe, can you please get me the fuck up outta here?" You got the nerve to laugh and joke about some shit that can land me behind bars beggin' for my rights But you was in the middle of my city beggin' for your life Surf got knocked, you didn't give a fuck You was beggin' for your flight But I was thinkin' drop everything and bail him out tonight But you know why these niggas can't get with me? ‘Cause I went from the bottom to the top I'm officially the smartest nigga in Smack history If you disagree you probably a nigga that don't mean shit to me I went from Lux to Nuborn within a year? I make history Remember Goodz was talkin' about a patent leather vest Or Calicoe versus Cortez or somethin' I wanted y'all to get to see It's funny how shit change, right? ‘Cause now I'm the nigga that send them through other niggas to get to me It ain't a mystery, Lux, we know you been here But you ain't take a shot at a motherfucker in ten years So when I expose him they all gon' hate me What I'm sayin' is, it don't matter if you loaded, Lux When that gun on safety They told me I had you, I said: "I'ma box that boy." They say he be gettin' loud, well fuck it, I'ma stop that noise For the last 10 years them legends been livin' through us ‘Cause they got no voice Only reason they back in the URL is ‘cause all their careers failed And they ain't got no choice That K clap, it'll push your shit way back You think them jewels rocky, that's why I'm takin' them ASAP I got some shit that'll make a nigga lay flat The silencer on it, call it Pat ‘cause it don't say jack You don't make the rules, my niggas be shakin' tools Make a move, BOOM! His brains spread everywhere like breakin' news No disrespect to y'all city, but I'm just sayin' In my city that type of shit right there don't even make the news Y'all know who I'm with BMF, that sign stitched, read it in the fine print I'm kidnappin' your whole family I'm even duct-tapin' your mom, bitch And we'll never see his son again, turn that nigga to Don Trip I see the games he play; officer Hoyt, this your training day You thought this the method to the top, this the dangerous way Y'all saw what I did last year, well fuck it, I'll do the same today It's obvious I've been eatin' niggas ‘Cause I ain't lost since I've been gainin' weight But you say the fastest way through Harlem is the A train That's how I know he never had a chance ‘Cause I'm shootin' without a cameraman So when I pop, the fastest way through Harlem is in an ambulance But we ain't never see him sparkin' up the chrome I'll catch him in his crib, they'll have to chalk him in his home Or I'll catch him on his block while he's walkin' all alone And put the pound on his chin like he talkin' on the phone You a great rapper, Lux, I'll never tell you to give it up But if you ain't sayin' some shit they can relate to They don't give a fuck — Landslide! [Round 1: Loaded Lux] This for the brothers up north gettin' full on that Jack Mac First Smack back, we got a nigga to backsmack And you gon love it. It’s gon' be a lot of head rolls Breath hold 'til the death toll You know, you Detroit niggas came to get divided But y’all gon' always come together at funerals You’ve even now decided But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in? Well it’s a sign in Look at all these portraits of my corpses I’m just waitin' on you niggas sizes I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it, or Royce to 5’9 it Though hip hop don’t need any more Of these niggas dyin' behind it You keep tryin', but all you niggas is good for is deep fryin' They told your daddy, in him a great gene was hidin' Well he shoulda kept it in his jeans Your life woulda had a better fight on a bed sheet dryin' (Hold on, let me just say this, save it for the end. Let me work; please let me work) Rather than tryin' to beat the mind as deep as a minin' African diggin' passages halfway into China to reap a diamond Let me be honest When they break down every round that I’ve sketched, bouts There’s nothin' tougher than smooth As the rusty tools in a shed house You niggas came here playin', it’s cool But y’all gon' leave givin' head counts They didn’t even book you niggas rooms I told 'em Harlem Hospital givin' beds out # [Round 2: Calicoe] New York City, is this how y’all gonna try to play me? Math was shakin' his hand like, “Goddamn, somebody saved me!” But guess what, you thought he was gonna come up here And treat me and make me look like a joke, nigga? Sorry… Sike! He choked, nigga! But I’ll beat your bitch-ass And then make my bitch beat your bitch ass See we ain’t got to always talk 'bout how we’ll let a clip blast Let’s talk about some personal shit about your snitch-ass You told Smack… what, you know what? I don’t even like when niggas do all that personal shit Boy, we’re face to face, how personal can personal get? After I rob you I’m takin' all your personal shit Tell your bitch to get out the car and leave her purse in the whip I’m thirsty with clips Let me find out he workin' with bricks I’m squirtin' some shit that can leave him with a reversible hip I swear to God, every bar and every verse that he spit It just be all wordplay, sound like some nursery shit Y’all like wordplay? Alright, fuck it, I’ll give him wordplay It’s Tuesday, I’ll give him a week to pay me, but by the third day I’m showin' up for that easy money, yeah you heard, Jay You’re like, “It’s only Thursday.” I don’t give a fuck what that herb say I’m lettin' the chopper rumble like an earthquake ‘Cause I just wanted a reason to kill him I ain’t want the money in the first place Do you snort coke or is you a crackhead? Yo, he ain’t gon’ fuck with me, tell him it don’t matter ‘Cause when that MAC spread, it’s gon’ hit back heads And if he don’t die, he better lay down and act dead I clap lead, roll with a chopper longer than Shaq leg I got a shooter named Smokey I tell him: “Hit everything on the list, my nigga,” that’s Craig And if my nigga didn’t get locked up, he woulda killed you Free Hollow, them niggas actin' like Hollow dead Fuck Loaded Lux, I’ll get Lux loaded with all hollow-heads But you’re a gangster, Lux? How? Well back in the day I heard you was extortin' niggas? Nah You was goin' down to the police station and was reportin' niggas But I got Detroit shooters that’s ready to cross that border, nigga So when they come with the extendos Them clips hangin' like Florida, nigga So it ain’t no coincidence when he missin' in action MIA, see most of y’all niggas missin' the action We don’t play, it’s only one reason I’m grippin' the ratchet First nigga to take the stand will forever sit in that casket If I clip it, I blast it; if I live it, I rap it That K flyin', no K Shine when he’s zipped in a plastic I’m ‘bout to flip on some nasty shit mainly ‘cause I hate niggas It’s amazin' how I draw somethin' just to erase niggas He thought I was a paid dentist, the way I left him rotten And every tooth comin' out his mouth if I put the K in it Nicky Barnes, Frank Lucas, Alpo—they’re all from Harlem, right? And they all eventually turned into rats And from the looks of things, Loaded Lux wanna turn into that ‘Cause in his song called “Love Taps” When he was dissin' Math Hoffa, he clearly stated that Math was a student and he was the proctor, right? You think him being a proctor, or you being a proctor make you the professor? Nah, let me teach you a lesson The proctor, a nigga that monitors a student And makes sure he or she doesn’t cheat during an examination So basically, everything he talks about is a fabrication You bein' a proctor only make you a bitch, and proves that you followin' Harlem footsteps will make you a snitch So who do you think you convinced? Like you’re some intelligent mobster If Smack had a top five you wouldn’t make the roster Boy, don’t think it’s Olive Garden when I spot ya Over cheese them shells hittin' his noodle, no pasta I’m somethin' like a shotter And nigga, you don’t wanna sit here I’ma squeeze until it click, click, then I’ma switch here Ever since I battled Math you’ve been actin' like a bitch here They told me I had Lux, I said: “Fuck it, he can pick where.” I’m so raw and I put the smack down, let’s get shit clear This is the big show and y’all wonder how I get here Heard your mans got the pounds in his crib, I’m tryna get there For the people’s elbows I’ll rock him and let that ric flair You’re a great rapper, Lux, I’ll never tell you to give it up But if you ain’t sayin' some shit they can’t relate to They don’t give a fuck [Round 2: Loaded Lux] I apologize I'll finish the first verse I'll beat you with a verse and a half Said Harlem Hospital giving beds out You was reachin', baby, you was climbin' to be implyin' My sneakers slidin' like I’m slippin' Well let me get a grip then Round this nigga motherfuckin' neck I’m gon' put that pressure on it all night and keep applyin' You people buyin' we equal-sided This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match That’s what happen when Smack he don’t screen the clients All this work you put in, nigga And you get the same simple assignment And every time you line these niggas up, I got to do realignments And Beasley, you lyin' These kids paid for a bout on the big stage And you gave 'em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion Why wake the sleepin' giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided A rap league of tyrants and a child bein' defiant Oh, I’m in battle mode This shit preferably to show a prior professor the precise calculated correct methods of math, nigga This is how you kill-k-k-kill-kill Calicoe Talent show, this is God’s call Youngin, you’ve got to learn how this works: Job Corps It’s hardball with an oddball When the shots you throw through do car door like it’s cardboard I feel like I’m at your mom’s door With a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on ‘Nam shores, but you can sense it, nigga The tension thicker than German guard dogs My beloved Iron Shiek say 'Allahu Akbar' It used to be, chopper to street Two Tupacs for the fleet, oh I’m humbled You know I’ve learned the science of rockets As my thought process at meek You’re a hobby at peak, I’m like the league doctor’s doctrine You’re adopted, incompetent, weak I’m about to pull every compliment out of confident weak I can see you boppin' the beat box on repeat “Yo, this fuck nigga Lux nigga not in my league, he got to be seen.” Well what you mean, nigga, optical reach? I’m too much of an optimum leap Ever since Hoffa you think you can swap with elites What you niggas got to compete, not to retreat Get beat 'til you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat They don’t know who they with, y’all didn’t think it exists I think y’all thought maybe I was a myth That waited in the abyss and came up out of the mists But I get to aimin' and I don’t miss I’m about to put it all in your Catcher’s Mitt Dyin' in this ring is a sure thing and you’re the death in it Can you see the difference between metaphors and real raps? How a nigga with metaphors can really rap?! Your slogan? That shit a propped-up scheme for the skill you lack Now I get it, why you did it Personal shit, why you diggin' But if you find any skeletons in my closet, nigga Well that should tell you how long it had bodies in it They wanna know what happened I said some captain turned Judge Mathis Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen With the pump plastic, in front Math just Talkin' all crazy at events, some madness 'Bout how you gon handle Lux tactics Too much for your young actress All that fake-ass gun clappin' “Landslide”… that’s for caskets You know I kill, you can read, everything in my bio has it How y’all disrespect God? How did y’all disrespect God? Ain’t it evil to live backwards? Let me bring that back ‘cause I need y’all to grasp it Ain’t it evil to live backwards? I’m just askin', what you thought? What, ‘cause you had more battles than me? You dropped 30 in a couple of games? Nigga, I wasn’t even on the court Look, it ain’t about how many fights you had, it’s who you fought This what champions look like And we don’t look like, you look light I’m floored by you boys' battle verses You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch, nigga you just talk a good fight I heard they rathered Verb in a clash with words I said word, they have some nerve, he don’t have the nerve You see, deep in they hearts, the three from the Arc Wouldn’t risk gettin' snapped with Larry Bird Chill young, this your lil' man’s fight, you can’t cover that Besides, Miles couldn’t even do a block with me I’d be lyin' about another lap The trouble back, I’ma get you right when the traffic thick I let a Nuclear Reactor hit Lot of active lip while I was away You niggas had all this tongue and can’t rap a lick Let X Factor trip, I won’t even drag the script We’ll just lock that nigga in a room And keep showin' him the match with Clips Terraneo, you don’t know who terrain you on The conditions we done trained along, traditions I was raised upon This new shit here for chumps That’s why I’m up here just doin' what I want I used to battle on the roof, the loser had to jump But you know, he got dreams of that Learjet But he gon' lean like Aaliyah jet We could bet I brought somethin' out a little normal Just in case niggas with you doubt I’d do you awful Oh, but it’s gon' cost you You can tell Trick Trick the only address he’ll have left is the email He put the house on you But three things… You, X-Factor, Miles Y’all better learn to like the gym For you might could spend The rest of your battle career tryin' to win a fight to live Secondly, I woulda thought Heartless Woulda made you care who you put your life against First of all, only thing you gon ever have over me is your height but then I’ll slash a hyphen in When your hype begins, your night can end I’ve been killin' since they paid in shillings These dealings I got a license in To say I see the sights of men That’s like pretendin' the dicks of the dyke was thick In the slit when she piped a chick There’s about 50cc’s of Vicodin in my writin' pen You’ll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem In fame vote, me in or not, I should be named dope For the most and wrote the game quote What you brought for me, a bunch of motherfuckin' train jokes? This shit no laughin' matter When in the end our cake mixed and you ain’t even half the batter How you gon' get the pitch? We don’t even have a batter You’s a waste of my motherfuckin' time, nigga And you’re cuttin' into your mother’s fuckin' time, nigga [Round 3: Calicoe] Murda Mook, Iron Soloman, Serius Jones, Loaded Lux, E Ness Smack, that’s your start five? These niggas really got me stressed Fuck them! We vets, them niggas ain’t got shit Yeah, they sold a couple DVD's, but we the reason you got rich The same niggas that you’re claimin' as your pioneers Is the same niggas that showed up that was dyin' here What you woulda did without that Landslide? Easy before me What you woulda did without Ball Game? How could you work without priorities? K Shine zipped niggas up when he got it clear DNA told Smack to get these old niggas the fuck outta here So I’m speakin' the truth so I’m sayin' somethin' wrong today? Yeah, y’all started this shit, y’all the reasons the labels think battle rappers can’t make songs today But your man got the longest face He like he wanna try somethin' The first nigga who says he got his back gon’ die frontin' Any problems with my niggas, them 9's dumpin' All my niggas quick to suit up: they’re job huntin' You show out, get show down, don’t lie sucka Die like Evel Knievel if he arrives stuntin' Since when Lux was a threat in the game? Fuck this battle, I’m here for the check and my name They said the feds was on me Shit, I thought it was some stretch and some 'caine But nah, it was for some shit that had nothin' to do with me But I told you, it’s a big difference between you and me This ain’t the funeral, I’m just plannin' your eulogy So when he wake up with his face on the news It’s not for no animal cruelty His mind flowin', I’m stoppin' traffic I said Two dome shots will put a road block in his head And I ain’t even got to shoot at your man I could put the loot on your man I can retire, I found youngsters that’ll shoot for a grand So if you don’t get your mind right, they push your brains left I get them what Smack givin' me, I got change left Then I hit the club with only niggas that been with me And blow the rest of it at Jersey girls at Sin City There’s only one time I’ma ask for respect and I’m blastin' the TEC And that’s word to the tat on my neck That’s my mama by the way If there’s drama in the way I’ll lift that llama off my waist and start piranha:in' his face Yeah, you battled one nigga that come from the D No disrespect but at the time he wasn’t as hungry as me That day, bar for bar, my bro Miles didn’t stand a chance But I bet you, man to man he’ll beat you hand for hand Twiz can leave, we don’t even need this camera man I’ll fuck you up on stage, nigga, right now Now the fans lookin' like, "Damn, Cal ain’t gotta rhyme." But I told you, when it’s real shit it ain’t gotta rhyme Check his pockets, Smack, I bet to you he ain’t got a dime Over my paper, he ain’t even get his chicken scratched for gettin' outta line — chicken scratched, paper, out of line… That’s Big T’s shit and he started it But the line so smart the shit sound like some retarded shit Let him try me tonight, he gon’ get his shit peeled back Drag him across the stage like Stevie J and Lil Scrap After a nigga battle me, I made him feel wack ‘Cause there’s a difference between metaphors and real rap [Round 3: Loaded Lux] Let’s get to choppin' this fable You’re a fake new 2Pac and we’re fatal But you’re a gay who’s really a softy Starbucks coffees, moccasins, bagels I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable Man shit, but since we couldn’t get your pops at the table If you’re able, please tell him that hand that rules the world That’s the one that’s finna rock your cradle, nigga If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round I’m guessin' now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably ‘Cause he favored this problem I had to step around You remember that Holla beef, where he checked a child? I’m bettin' Cal and Hitman are stickmen And you wear the weddin' gown All I’m sayin' is y’all married yo, the scenario, same def and style But why are your expressions foul? I get this feelin' like, you feelin' like What I said was down… low, like “Yo, like, that was wild!” But that’s funny, ‘cause I’m a little skeptical Had my peoples investigate you, pal Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up Aw, nigga, you know what’s up, we kept the file You’ve got some explainin' to do, can we address the crowd? Exhibit A So that’s how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin' gone wild? Well we ain’t judgin' though, you ain’t on trial My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is somethin' you got to deal with.” So all of that collaborated, fabricated It ain’t gon' equal up to this real shit Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave this wide I mean I had that much love for you I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I Don’t want you to hang your eye Not for a second, lil nigga, catch it, brace your vibe Be froze, for death is cold I wanna search your soul And hold onto whatever holes exposin' the pain you hide Bring me mine, nigga! Now I don’t wanna break this bond, I just wanna break the cycle Thank your moms I'd like to For the nights she didn’t write you She stayed in line, so your days could shine I might do one better, with a letter to tell her How I appreciate in kind, how strong a queen she is And any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride You see, I take in mind your situation And though I never met your father I see a lot of his ways in your stride I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude And you know it’s real good he gave you pride Every son should be proud of his father And I look at my little one and I want the same for mine That’s why when I look up at you I see what it can go through when a father don’t take the time You know what I think is fucked up? (Hold up, he gone get this work) I think it’s real fucked up when those people gave him all that time You wanna know what’s even more fucked up? It’s for all them years that he got away from you Has only been a way for you To be more together with him in a cage in five That’s why I’m angry, guy ‘Cause he didn’t take the steps, now you chase his rep But them runnin' shoes ain’t your size They say: "Don’t whine over spilled milk." But what a man 'posed to do when his baby’s cryin'? Oh, he say shit like, you know, “You know it costs to be the boss.” What, he too good for a payin' job? What was wrong with bein' a cable guy? A real estate agent? Why Was that nigga to cool to go to flight school And learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies? But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do To put food on y’all plate to dine You mean you tell me all that slangin' and bangin' Was to give y’all greater lives? When God gave him drive? And that Big Meech backup singing-ass nigga left your mom out here alone for the latest ride? That don’t plague your mind? (Hold up, he gone get this work. He gone get this work, nigga. Hold up. Hold Up, hold up. He ain't even get the second verse, but you niggas gone get this work) Them mistakes ain’t guides? And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine? Look what Ray Ray got Lil Jimmy out here in New York doin' Tell your OG Bobby Johnson He tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga Hey, if you see South Central When you see this again that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines Somethin' to think about next time you on stage wavin' signs Tryin' to be like the only daddy you got And I understand you wanna keep his name alive But youngin, I’m tryin' to save you from your demise You said it yourself, “My pops was a real nigga.” Youngin, that ain’t no lie He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive But you think he a god? Well let me ask you this Would you kill the world to save yourself, nigga? Yeah, I ain't think that was wise Somethin' to think about the next time y’all thuggin' Drinkin' and druggin', hard liquor, y’all full of killas Remember, I tried to give him the large picture (Hold up, man. He gone get this work. He gone get this work. Hold up. Hold on, B. He gone get this work.) Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter? Shoot a father from his son, then turn around and put that boy on the corner? Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself knowin' he need order? Is your money bein' long worth your lifespan bein' shorter? Huh? But I’m just tryin' to give you the large picture (Hold up, man, let me work. You gone get this work, nigga. Watch me work) Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey Who when he performed lectures Raised consciousness up from doin' wrong To puttin' us in uniforms, makin' us soldiers in God’s army All them Garveyites, Nat Turner When the man had us on the back burner Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of But then he got murdered You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nigga! I mean, your daddy, your daddy, that father title get deployed You know, a wise man told me that a wise man understands In this life you gon' either build or destroy And since it takes a father to raise a man-child Well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shit, you a lil boy That don’t get the large picture Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga Look at me, King! Look at me! He was so lost… you lost, nigga (He gone get this work. He gone get this work. You could never work with me, ever in your life. Look at you, emotional) Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN You’re supposed to be one of the leadin' faces in battle rap Look how you represent They told me, I said stop lyin', y’all hype him You in the crib with pissed alligators and shit Not to mention everybody else But you damn near got yourself indited Then you showed the chickens I thought about you and your man in that picture “These Detroit niggas still cockfightin'.” [UNHEARD 2ND VERSE: Loaded Lux] Cal, you say I didn’t put you on That was Miles and the nigga Norbes I say how did he get it wrong? Wow, y’all been misinformed You gotta explain then Who put together that weigh-in that you was on? You see I was in New York but got it done in Detroit When Miles couldn’t orchestrate it, Moe Dirty would get the calls Real raps, let's kick it off; you gon' tell it then tell it all Instead of yellin' all I did was put my logo My brand, on every clip that went forth Well hello nigga, switchboard Then God said "Let there be light!" So I ain't gotta guess that you bright But I'll put pieces of you everywhere, nigga If it's gon' help me collect your life Now correct me if I ain't right But don’t the press get a price For every time they run with the hype? Don’t HBO 24/7 pay Floyd every time he dress up to fight? When Grant was on the Hill, wasn't he collectin' from Sprite? But soon as niggas start thinkin' they Jordan And jump, man, you put 'em in front of Nike I get back to checkin' you niggas mics See, I fought to get that D verse Chicago battle goin', Miles know it But niggas in your own city didn’t wanna have him hold it I threw alley oops to the "No Fly Zone" Well you’re the last one I'm throwin' If I give you niggas shots, then what's a Calico if it ain't loaded? You see, before the URL, me and the good folks over at Lionz Den We took battle rap, revamped and new breeded this department You know, I even had a couple legends Come meet us off their starships I showed how bad Goodz was, I let K shine ICE would freeze a nigga before the sparks went Remember where you seen it first Arsonal and Clips both cleanin' out their cartridge Gave Rich Dollaz a lean target Goddamn it, we got Big T started Word, if it wasn’t for us, shit, nigga Verb'd still be in the flea market But you—YOU! You’re my greatest creation You would think we were two nation when it was war declared But you can’t send boys who crawlin' scared To men who walk through dares It’s an insult to compare; Detroit, we can’t even score this fair I just came to show him, that I planted this here notion Way before you were long or where Oh, you be in Chicago? Well that’s funny 'Cause I came to break down this Hightower That thinks he’s tall as the Sears Now peep, we call it dressin' rappers You know, you like lettin' them endorse your gear Give ‘em shorts to wear, you know, start ‘em bein' active Get somebody from a whole other region Different city, younger demographic This helps with the different markets you’re tryin' to tap in Let them get about ten taped battles I'm guess-timatin' about seven million views Whooo! I'm not accurate, but that’s traffic Goddamn it, that’s classic! 'Cause see, what happens Is you help a man to build an empire, then you attack it Let me ask this: you read the Bible, Mr. Hightower? I mean Calicoe, uuh, perhaps you don’t The reason I'm askin' for You see, in the book of Exodus, chapter two, verse ten I can’t quote the passage though There’s a part in there where God Is speakin' to Moses regarding Pharaoh soul He says to Moses, about Pharaoh: "I purposefully hardened his heart just so my wrath could show The signs of my work So that afterwards you would know, I am Hov." So tell your daddy, nigga, if I got to start gettin' rid of first borns Well, you gon' let my people go You see this plan I’ve spawned and spearheaded With a friend of mine since I retired, it was all a dare A lot of y’all would ask "How did Calicoe get Lux with so many losses near?" But I have purposefully pushed this pawn Across the board this year, you see It didn’t matter if his victories were HD or Walkman clear People are biased, I'm not gon' say they all were fair But the fact they talked about him in gamblin' spot and barber chairs, I know niggas saw you there This is why a mind like mines has long been feared This is compensation for helpin' jump startin' your career This is payback for every match of yours that aired You can’t see how in this one night, I got in front of every camera that you’ve ever been on for years So that would mean for you, all ends here It's like the farmer told the potato: "I'ma plant you now, dig you later." You see, we break them then deflate them With this battle shit it’s battleships Sometimes you gotta blow 'em up to sink 'em It took patience, I was stakin', scoutin', casin' The door racin' between the couch potato Window when the house was vacant And it's pretty clear to me now Look how many people I brought to crowd your space with I could have caught you out one night with the wife When you had reservations and left y’all both late Brings a new meaning to "outdated" Speakin' of your girl, I remember the Summer Madness before When you and Math was at war I wanted to ask her before You brought her out from the back of your boys You showed her to the crowd, we was like, ‘Wow!’ You know, clap and applause Cute in the face, ass was galore I must say she’s attractive for sure That boy Calicoe got good taste Baby girl, well we just wanna know what happened to yours They told you to chill, Cal Now you in here with a real bow Uphill battle with a hundred pound wheel barrow Kneel, how? Shit turn to pressure like a steel valve You crack on me like I deal vials This ain't even beef, you ain't real, Cal See them people from PETA put this young boy in a cold storm With no clothes on, that’s why niggas got told on I think he tried to hold on and was like, “Hold on!” What’s gonna happen if keepin' it real goes wrong? Not killa-ma-gilla-go-rilla Cal, always down for the riot But now Big T come in the house, gotta tell him “Quiet!” FB eyein' till they build stacks That’s when they come and get ya Disfigure your member, then give you your grill back Like, we just wanna see where your skills at We understand your tongue is your weapon But you 'posed to conceal that You know once you give 'em control it's hard to get that will back Money moves used to light your fuse, they killed that Tell Ice Cube we done found his chill pack Let’s reveal facts They put a offer on the table, you pushed the deal back I need to speak to my lawyer or point me to my cell Anything else, then he’ll rat You took 48 hours and made the 48 seconds flat If you a Calicoe fan, you supposed to feel wack Now we already know the answer, but we gon' still ask When they had you in that room Did you give them metaphors or real raps?