No Straight Roads

[Round 1: Calicoe] I'm tryin' to teach him somethin', reach I'm dumpin' This nigga ain't from Philly, they better go get Meek or somethin' His own mama tell him not to trust me I'm like Tyreek and them uncle Don't get Smacked on this card, I'm Reloaded, tell him he can keep them punches No buffs, we ain't never goin' through that shit again Y'all see me buffed up on the news, y'all see me buffed up in the pen Y'all see me buffed up e'ryday on Instagram wit' bands So next time ain't no wastin' time we gettin' straight to throwin' hands So who gon' make the plot? Praise to Allah, he won't even get a chance to make salat They find him in a vacant lot Now we showed y'all we got hands at the event But to be honest my daddy too old to be on that scrappin' shit So the next nigga thinkin' it's cool to throw a punch at him, he gettin' popped in the head I had Jakkboy wit' me? I had the drop on you then Saw you in Sherman and Beasley put the cops on my mans Then I saw you in Tampa Bay, I could've popped on him then But I was ridin' hot wit' ten pints of drop on then I've been told Smack, "Lock homie in." So I can teach him the ropes You strategically drop his battles just to keep him afloat But I feel like I got the key to the vault Cause I was there live and Tuna made you leap from a boat Don't wanna hear lies, my shooters have you eat from a straw Make a nigga unsee what he saw It's been a buncha niggas in Jersey's tryin' to compete wit' a star But shit different goin' against niggas that speak from the heart I'm here to paint a picture Bitch you're just a piece of the art Chopper take a whole arm and a piece of the car I'm tryin' to run a whole hundred you tryin' to reach for a bar All my verses slept on, y'all just be thinkin' too hard That's cause of you niggas These do everything, everybody do niggas These make a bar outta a word I never knew niggas These Piru out the blue niggas What part of the gang is that? How is niggas damn near 30 and just decide to bang a set? Some real Bloods should hop out on him, catch him and rang his neck Cause you just chasin' clout for this, they shoot up people house for this Ask the last fake ass battle rappers, they'll vouch for this Shit can get real and we'll really chase you out this bitch You wasn't born wit' that gang bangin' shit How you niggas just wake up like, "...I wanna be a Blood...I wanna be a Crip." That's like Bruce Jenner wakin' up like, "I wanna be a bitch." So the gang bangers out here snatchin' old ladies purses, it gotta be a glitch The gang bangers for the people nigga, you ain't listen to Nip' I'm really from the D, I can teach you some shit Meanin' I could Maserati Rick you or I can Meech you some shit Meanin' I could see you in the crib where they gon' meet you wit' bricks But that same crib can be a horror flick and give him a clip Soon as he walk through the door I'm there to give him some Mitch I'm 'Swag Surfin'' through his shit and tryin' to give him some drip The next day his daughter sick I done took the nigga presence (presents) I'm the Grinch Don't look over there all my niggas on tip That last shit got 'em paranoid all my niggas gon' trip Cause I was at home lookin' at the tape like, "Nigga why you ain't do shit?" So they ridin', right or wrong? Cause even if they don't scrap on the road they gotta fight at home But wait, this chopper leave him right at home Don't even make it to his battle Smack thinkin' he pullin' a no call/no show, not knowin' he won't even call no mo' Nu Jerzey Twork? What you the new Jersey, Twork? Cause the niggas I know from Trenton say they never knew Jersey Twork All we know is you left the Goonies tryin' to go to NWX- what you needed a new jersey, Twork? You chokin' every battle, you just a new "Jersey" Twork Jersey [Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] Fictitious I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout "six bitches" Sig's grippin', bitch listen They ain't come here to hear lies Cal' They came here to see "Here lies Cal'", that's a big difference First take You a long way from ya birth place Oh you mad Cal' (cow)? Shouldn't of took this plate in the first place Vers' fate, and I'll squeeze a can' for that Twork hate Landslide? This diseases, famines, earthquakea Lebron James, 'bout to leave the Land in the worst shape Here's the format dawg, they called me 'bout Cal' I started to ignore that call You ain't beatin' a nigga ass we saw that brawl Y'all think he tough cause he said he'll pull my hood off? Cool, that's all? I'll be more impressed if you live after it, let's see if you can pull that off I'ma let this TEC end ya life I'm crazy in the head and all them threats get me hype I'ma tell you one time, you touch my hoodie it's gonna be a death here tonight That's a warnin', somethin' wrong under the hood; check engine light I'ma bang on you, you touch me your whole family dies Shoot ya daughter, stab ya bride, clap ya mom, in the dirt where ya daddy lies I put Blackface right on the Drac' (Drake): 'Story Of Adidon' Ammo finna fly I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma! Madness! I could snap at any moment Ammo finna fly, you kept provokin' me, I had nothin' but damage on my mind Thought about takin' a blade and jam you a few times Poke holes in Shoebox, I got an animal inside I'm a wild nigga, I need to get my mind some relief Yeah you popped on Brizz, but niggas couldn't try that wit' me One punch the gun dump, you gon' die terribly Brizz dip, Roc sat back and watched everything I would've put somethin' hot in Roc(k) back, that's massage therapy I'ma clap what I'm holdin' Mag' in the holster Drive-by errrr, speed past in a stolie Chopper in the passenger seat, on the dash is a toaster 12 at the driver side, "Sir do you know how fast you were goin'?" GUN BLOWIN'! I'll hit the state, bang the set on him, spit the game In front of Cal' (cow) holdin' up signs: that's Chik-Fil-A I'm hooded up, you was on Twitter talkin' crazy, I wouldn't budge Doin' all that internet bank and I'm pullin' up Car full of Bloods Caught him on the computer frozen, then pull the plug Llama firin', you ain't beatin' a nigga ass, I highly doubt it You can't punch a nigga and run out this time, you fightin' out it You right, that's why they call this Lock Down he finally got it You got Twork (twerk) on the ball and chain, like Miley Cyrus I'm down wit' robbin' ...Jersey [Round 2: Calicoe] Any nigga, snatchin' nigga's grandma's purse is just ain't never gonna be tough to me Cause when you make that decision, right then and there I know you ain't even got the heart to fuck wit' me Rest in peace Sandra Worthington, what up Robin? My grandma's really fucked wit' me So even when I see that type of shit on the news it really fuck wit' me I be like, I wish a nigga would But now that I gotta look You the nigga I always hope I catch takin' my grandma pocketbook I can see it now, lookin' at him through the blinds as he approach on foot My grandma out there feedin' the birds, he think he got her hooked He walk up like, "Gimme the purse old lady." My grandma get on some G shit like, "I mean if you got a gun let me see it." I come out wit' two .40's he instantly jump on defense I'm like, "This Nu Jerzey Twork I can't believe it." Then BAOW, since that yo' shit nigga put me on the remix I'm 'bout to make it a hit, the Drake (Drac') got a couple features What kinda student talkin' to the teacher? If I was in yo' position I would listen just to keep up Remember fuckin' up my re-up Or gettin' 10 for a battle and only puttin' a G up Or makin' a bitch stuff a whole onion in a C cup Y'all the niggas at the end of Paid In Full, y'all can never be us Y'all think the trends is hella cool that's why the jealousy up He fuck around and get his melon bust Bitch my heart five degrees Celsius I'll send my killer to yo' crib he'll melt yo' shit While I'm on a plane to Europe eatin' kafila fish I told him when I landed out in London, I was built for this Was lookin' for Shotty wit' a shotty he can get killed for this Culture vulture, I'm one of the niggas that helped build this shit Nova Scotia, then I introduce y'all to the realest shit You named yourself Twork cause you gay, bitch I'm still convinced It's only three rappers in the world that even play like that Now watch how I'm 'bout to drop they name in a rap A buck 50 will give him Daylyt tat' This nigga can't fuck wit' me, and it's gon' stay like that Y'all gon' think A.I. back When I drop him with three and step over him, let the MAC sing (Maxine) and give him a bald head like Overton Now he Living Single in a box with the pastor at the podium Two poles in the whip that I'm rollin' in So bitch I'm here when the smoke clear like Ozium Niggas that be with the back and forth call 'em "Djokovic" The chop' pop hit his top and U.S. Open'ing, nigga How did y'all ever have hope for this nigga? I'm better than him and every nigga that wrote that shit witchu I couldn't wait for this You battle niggas think it's cool to write each other raps, I blame Drake for this Stomach shot {Calicoe brings it back 7 bars} Stomach shot, he gon' die from internal bleedin' to his pancreas Just bought two .40's wit' the laser tip Told cuz, "Keep them high points they the jankiest." How did they even rank me wit' a nigga that ain't never even did shit to be on the rankings list? A nigga that's gonna end up gettin' his shit split for thinkin' I'm playin' wit' him I hope he don't really think I'm playin' wit' him I'll really send the Boogie Man to get him They'll be like, "Battle rapper found dead. But his children livin'." Cause in my line of business we don't fuck wit' babies and women I'm really rollin' around wit' the shadiest niggas My cousin saw his cousin at the club and tried to pay me to kill him I'm just puttin' you in the mind set Yeah he rap good but I ain't lied yet They playin' wit' flags {Calicoe brings it back 22 bars the crowd starts to boo. Cal apologizes, tried to keep it going, the crowd boos some more and then ends his round.} [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] Oh indeed YOU might not kill babies But in a house robbery you gon' come home to broken things Hit ya Shoebox, even stole his weed If the Goons hit ya mids, they gon' come back and smoke ya seed True indeed {The crowd does some light booing. Smack tells them to chill.} I'ma keep it a 100, you ain't even that dope Niggas always wanna play wit' fire, but they can never breathe in that smoke If a nigga like me tell you, "He'll kill you and write your suicide letter", leave on that note If that was me, on stage, when you was fightin' wit' Murda Lord knows I would've been a murder I'm a wild nigga, I would've been on foul missions Bigga .9, loud Smith & And the ransom will get me wild chicken And since you pass genetics down in him Your son gonna be a lost nigga too; child missin' Bigga .9, baow in him [?], Town Bidness Tell the goons, "Load the trucks up. We goin' Cal' (cow) tippin'." Lead on him I beat all the Michigan niggas without a mild (Mile) difference And everyone face the same; like Down Syndrome Who house is it? I beat JC, made Marv & Quest have a poor performance I even gave Ill MAC's (Illmac), but you 'bout to be the sorest (The Saurus), homie I battled Stack Almighty At one point QP was the best one in the Glove But since I got a lazy Qleen (clean), it got swept under the rug I should get to flarin', hot shells outta pistol barrel Friday After Next, .380 singin', it ain't a Christmas carol Get to airin', I even hit ya casket wit' lead [Ace Amin] Why you do that? [Nu Jerzey Twork] Thought he was layin' down and actin' dead {Crowd starts to do some more light booing} [Nu Jerzey Twork] 10 to 4, I see you out here wildin' witcha paper Them jack boys (Jakkboys) come around you gon' wanna pile it up and save it Make it uncomfortable to flex...like Tyler, The Creator I'm showin' you rhymin'.... Jersey [Round 3: Calicoe] I be hoppin' on Twitter and Instagram for motivation Cause when I see a nigga say Twork better than me, I feel like he don't even know he hatin' I gotta show the greatness But it don't take much to get 'em Think Zion Williamson, they finally put him in a ring wit' a nigga that's gonna get it jumpin' wit' him I'm Strapped In! These battle rap niggas slogans be so capped out Like why you strapped in anyway? When we slide bitch you better have them straps out I don't wanna hear nothin' about them fake ass lines about you in the trap house I don't wanna hear none of them fake ass lines about you rippin' the MAC out Nigga without yo' imagination you won't even have nothin' to rap 'bout How you tryin' to get into a rap bout with a nigga that do all the shit you rap 'bout? Fuck it, I'm on a Nutty Blocc like where Geechi at Before he made a foolish move, toolies blew Twist his whole shit like a Rubix Cube Twork you been runnin' for so long nigga I'm through witchu I really got niggas outside in that alley to shoot Raise yo' hand 'fore you speak, that's what the students do You brought some niggas from the Goonie crew? I'm tryin' to figure this out, I'm puttin' 2 and 2 Sticks'll fly, two fo's will turn him into one half, he gettin' simplified I'm gonna knock him out his hood he gettin' gentrified Turn the page, listen man you gon' learn today That I don't give a fuck I'll run up in yo' crib while you burnin' sage like, "Meet Negative Cal'" You got two choices, either urn or grave He couldn't beat the Wave It's quite Frank, Nitty don't want the fade Tell Clips, that's just his name I brung a MAC and A (matinee) Headshot, only reason they know it's Charlie is cause of the casket shape I wonder how many shots Ave can take? He'll be a John Doe Find that nigga House In Virginia and leave him dyin' slow These niggas playin' games for my throne, let me rewind though They sayin' Lux killed me, well nigga I must be Jon Snow .9's blow, that 4 0 point, he made the honor role Vamanos, put mo' holes in him than Madonna clothes These battle niggas be talkin' that money be all kinda broke You send the cheese I'll have a pie at yo' do', "Welcome to Dominos" These niggas don't wanna see me in Geronimo mode I'm in Rex crib like, "Why T-Top bitch don't got on no clothes? Why is fifteen niggas in here and ain't none of 'em [?]." While she suckin' dick on camera wipin' nut off her nose I cut off my foes, Top get smacked wit' the butt of the pole They knew it was a body they already tagged his toe They even tagged his [?] He's so fuckin' weak he had to tag his man {Crowd starts to boo. Smack tells the crowd to chill.} [Calicoe] Jersey [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] I fuckin' hate y'all niggas I should spray y'all niggas Rob you for everything, take off wit' it Get the shoebox, the safe, even the little stash, like Adolph Hitler You got drugs? Well you'll be a fool if you show 'em Even over a minor ki (Meineke) we bringin' tools to the Motor Drive-by, pass the crib, chrome on the thing Heard the Cal' talkin', now I put his home on the range {The crowd starts to boo} {Nu Jerzey Twork yells to the crowd} Shut up! Shut the fuck up! {The crowd starts to cheer} My mind vexed, let's see if he survive TECs Next nigga say I stole the bitch purse, I'ma kill 'em the .9 Wess' (Nine West) WHAT?! You got punched in yo' face and took yo' glasses off I don't even know what to say to you dawg Takin' off the fake buffs like Sponge Bob wit' the inflatable arms You was fuckin' up a classic Whatchu doin' man? Had to go and ruin things [T-Top] Aye, don't speak too soon king Cause when this MAC spread it's gonna hit back heads, bald heads on the- {The crowd starts to boo. Smack tries to calm the crowd. T-Top and Twork say they're never going to battle in Philly again and end the battle}