2-Chz & SeaBa** - Seaba** vs 2-Chz #5 lyrics

[Verse 1: 2-Chz] You're alone dog, you gotta get more training in This guy's spirit animal: An emotional support Pomeranian But this is my dog, so I can see the fleas in him It's more like a sale at old navy I'm bout to to fleecing him But how do I dis Seaba**? This guy is like my brother But none of you battle rap So we have to keep battle rapping each other And we're just like each other So how can we dislike eachother? We dis like each other We like diz like each other This is no dis, if you know this You can notice we have no tiffs It doesn't end This is the real life version of Words With Friends But in the end, you ain't no friend to me I don't see Ba**, I sea anemone And I'm going to destroy you When fire comes out of my mouth That can unemploy you! That cardigan is too thin You're going to need a light jacket And I left my Bic somewhere earlier So if you see my light, jack it Grab this guy and meet me out front, and He has a low tolerance so I'm going to have to be a little blunt We didn't know if you'd make it or not At first glance we thought you had a chance to vie for the spot But on second look, and once we shook I knew that dead fish would go Belly up on it's rise to the top. You see... You can't hang with the pros My Prose will seal your pane... Like windows You may have won once But you'll never win dos You had me 'til you choked, dog You gotta win those You were going to choke, we all knew it It was just funny that on the Gorgonzola bars You Blew it Come here to play, you'll see your dreams up in smoke He's like a Chef in the MMA... He's mastered the ArtAChoke So I hope that you notice how heavy my flow is You rap about mitosis? I don't care how your toast is You can probably wager I don't care about your minimum wager or About your modem or pager If I were to bet on you? Minimum Wager So consider this your quarterly review I got a tip: Just quit I've seen the quarters they leave you It's like they're "Into wishin'" So use your intuition Put your cheddar in investments Never in tuition I mean, look at this place It's like I live in a cabin When I point to where my place is It looks like I'm dabbin' I'm in a league of my own... Like Madonna and Gina Davis "This used to be my playground" I still rock it on my playlist This guy's a lonely cat, kinda a sorry sap I had to pull him aside after that last battle And remind him that "There's NO CRYING IN BATTLE RAP" He's just horsing around I'm ballin' on full court But you're a lot like baseball when you lose You're a poor sport [Verse 1: Seaba**] You can tell by the blue shirts I'm the one these people really came for I remember when I was 3 years old And then I became 4 Well, like my hair I've been growing Seaba** will break your fishing pole Ya you have heart for battle rap But you're missing soul I'll cut the bottom off your shoes Have you missing sole And now I'm back on the scene More homesick than a Korean refugee Missing Seoul All day I can play on words My life's going great I'm going upwards and onwards In 2 weeks I'll be on a plane to Sydney For 4 months, I don't care if you don't miss me My 6th sense just kicked in... Ya, it just kicked me I've ate through cheese like nothing Despite the fact that I tend to get full quickly Now I'm about to melt this cheese down to fondue Our beef's been simmering long enough It's time to serve this ragu I'm about to give him 3 hot rounds That's a triple cheeseburger Bra, I really think you need to research Your calling in life Because you're way past Your prime, you and I Are in a different weight cla** You still sh** Even with your fake a** You're more worn out Than your car's break pads Still, sometimes on my days off I daze off Thinking about the future when my hard work pays off I just just another check at work and as always I think my pays off Server thing is going great Compared to you I average a better hourly Here I'm on the front lines You hide in your office cowardly The more hours you work, the less money you make... Boy do I wish that I was on salary! Still you swear your sh**'s hot Like you ate a habanero with some carrots But you're not original at all You mimic sounds like dumb parrots Our sk**s are at different levels There's no way to compare us When people ask for cheese They don't want you to whine They just want you to come, and pair it So stick to your day job Don't take it for granted I'll let you speak in a moment My permission's been granted This hard style has been cut and polished To this lyrical granite But first, a shout out to our sponsor Make some noise for Eric Granit! [Verse 2: 2-Chz]