Calicoe - K-Shine vs Calicoe lyrics

[Round 1: K-Shine] After Suge, Beasley hit me up like, "How you feel about Calicoe?" I said "That n***a aight, he got a nice lil style and flow." He said "Good, cause he next up so I hope you got some rounds to go." I switched my whole sh** up like "n***a, fu*k CALICOE!" All them rhymes about him gripping his hammer, letting his mallet go Make me slide up like a dancer, howdy bro Slap the sh** out of him, slam him, let my cal' blow Do more clapping than a grandma at a talent show This y'all "Detroit Monster" the bully in the ring? Keep cool, mask on, hoodie with his gauge He laid back waiting for a n***a he could taste He a Kool Aid n***a cause there's sugar in his tank Now I can't even imagine you spraying fo's and aiming toast n***a... your name is Terraineo! How the f** I'm supposed to believe he let that 80 go and laying folks? n***a... your name is Terraineo! Now I can't even give him the benefit of the doubt and say Maybe you let your flamer go n***a... your name is Terraineo! n***a... your name is Terraineo! I ain't never heard a Terraineo bad as a motherf**er I just know with a name like Terraineo, I'd be mad as a motherf**er! Automatic but when I pull it's like a machine gun Have him jumping ducking the bullets giving the rerun Hawk 'em down, better be masked up with a mean gun Seeing you masked the only way they say the D won You a internet blogger, we grip these tools I sit you in the trauma, your lid's removed Need a vistor's pa** just to get you views Cause all that internet talk will only get you tubed Another 6 foot n***a with a d**h wish I could make you six foot deep with your head split Give a f** what color he claiming when that Tec spit I put them colors together, clear that whole block That's a Tec trick (Tetris) They put a grain bred pit against a poodle A motherf**ing pure scotch sip against a Yoohoo Me, that motherf**ing sh** versus doo doo A motherf**ing April Fools trick versus Voodoo Now I'da k**ed him last year but I was sitting up top I had to do a bid and I seen the n***a pops I tried to give 'em dap but he was cleaning n***as socks Or sitting by the bubble with his finger in his crotch I said "Ain't you Terraineo daddy? Ewww yo Why the f** you so nasty? Your son say y'all k** folks." He said "Tell Terraineo shut the f** up, he ain't never let no steel go He ain't a rapper and a vibrator the only way he getting a deal tho (dil*o)." I replied "He said you was BMF and you was out there flipping pies." He said "That's what I'm trying to tell you man, his mom be lying I'm here for child support, I don't even think that n***a mine." You a f**ing liar Mr. Hightower, you ain't pushing lead Only time you dropping them shells is when you cooking eggs Slap the sh** out of Lavida, give a foot to Ced Put the 40 cal on Regina, give her a hook instead Elbow to the fat b**h, mush her head Mr. Hightower be gone like Romeo when I hit 'em with this Bullethead ZIP EM UP! [Round 1: Calicoe] Calicoe versus K-Shine, you trying to get your stripes back, I got mine You from the hood where they Harlem Shake? I'm from the hood where a Glock 9 can leave him at a stop sign He from a hood where they say "They'll put you on the water like a scuba n***a, you done scuba n***a." Stop lying Every n***a I came with strapped like they ready to rock climb The whole Dot Mob will get rotten dot com For them chickens when I got the biscuit I Pop-eyes It ain't your best battles when I give your top 5 Cause it's gon' make New York one eye witness and Fox 5 Y'all know I'm not from out here, I know them channels and I'm not lying It ain't gon' take that much to get rid of Shine I send a couple shots at Mook, X already X'd out Nemesis f** Rex cause DNA already finished him It's gon' take more than Gatorade to replenish them Since you acting like you rich and the cash bathe you Smack security tight I hope the staff save you Only reason Mook signed to a Cash label Is cause they felt sorry about them 12 staples Ah sh**, was that something that wasn't supposed to leak out? Well I ain't with the dry snitching so ain't nothing left to speak bout Last time I was here a n***a told Big Proof to rest in Hell Therefore respect is not an option that lesson failed Hopefully them Dot Mob n***as will get the message well When AR clips ripping his chest and his vest as well See I'm trying to give 'em a clip like a blooper n***a Call me Carlton I'm coming alone I don't need a group of n***as Murda Mook through 'em at me like he was a super n***a Everybody battle the rookies he choose to battle a vet? Stupid n***a! For some reason when Harlem n***as get slack They talk all this crazy sh** in their slick raps They talk all this money sh** like they get stacks Like packing a Mac in the back of the Ac' man that sh** wack Why the f** would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac?! In Detroit we ride with in our lap Just like I told Nuborn, little n***a you just a middle man Rex is under Mook, you under Rex, so what that makes you? The little man's little man? One question, how the f** yo big homie got a big homie? Against Suge he said "When he see that Tommy he'll figure (Hilfiger)" I said that against Nuborn you tried to clone me So I'ma clone myself a young n***a to get respect like a OG So when that 40 bust I ain't freezing no OE Remember when I first came to the league and I battled Yung III? And everybody underestimated me they ain't know that I had sk**? Then III said "Who is this n***a?" off of that one line III got his fame Y'all forgot? Me and my n***a III had a cla**ic and I did my thing n***a relax, it's cool, you stole my Tommy Hilfiger line from me So I stole that from Mook I know that he'll say this y'all gon' think I'm a wild guy But don't he look just like that lil n***a from How High? Aye Ness, it's the skin mark of Buddha Y'all know he in Dot Mob but he swearing that his mags pop And got a dot in the middle of his head and using his a** for the mascot For cash/guap I'll leave Shine with a smashed top He drop through Jersey and Baltimore, this his last stop What you bout, 5'3"? Looking worst than Nuborn standing beside me It ain't gon' be no need for a doctor and a IV Cause who the f** can I identify him Once I start beating `em worst then a (?) Snatching out this guy's teeth and I'm stealing his ID He don't wanna try me, I let the Glock fly three And let these bullets park in son (Parkinson) And leave him shaking when I leave (Ali) [Round 2: K-Shine] This knucklehead been dead, I was just waiting for the drop To treat him like parking and give whatever's vacant, a lot Your block booming I send them goons in raiding your spot With all heaper don't think that it's wolves/wall street when they raising the stock Cause for that D I run Miles with that Heckler Koch Duck tape Calicoe, get the rest of them shot Let Big Mac go, bring Marmon to a stop Play tic-tac-toe and put X in a box Now real n***as do what they want so we don't play by rules All them tough n***as you rap about, they not you I make sure all of y'all dead when I spray my tool Or I'ma come around again like Déjà vu Now this on true, Mook got a nice call about this dyke who*e To enlighten y'all to get in tune with his life more Now he live outside of Detroit at place call Brightmoor In a nice house with white doors Red picket fence, lifeguards and a nice shore n***a you living on the beach, where the f** you let that 80 go? You ain't even from the D, that's probably why you shady though You ain't ever grip sh**, switch clips, make a daisy grow Think you Trick Trick n***a? Your name is Terraineo See I knew what you was gon' do? Be just like the rest Say I get my rhymes from Mook, the punchline vet How I switch my style up so I think I'm Rex How you gon' sing to `em, squeeze 10 and leave them stretched But y'all p**y cause I ain't hear a dutch rhyme yet They can't compare me to you, we too different For instance, I make it rain in order for them to get it You, hate the rain cause it be pouring in your kitchen Me, I open up my 40 get `em lifted n***a you open up your 40 and get a ticket I be balling for New York without the Knick drawn You ain't balling in Detroit, you just getting pissed on I grip arms til its gone then I switch that McDonalds, you could see number one and see the Big Mac Get your whole leg cracked, that grizzly talk skip that I put all you bears/beers in a box like a 6 pack Where the f** is Smack? Y'all know what I'm about to say, right? You always come up with this dumb sh** Last n***a had stage fright, now y'all put a wrestler in a UFC cage fight He a dolphin with one fin trying to swim with a great white n***a you don't take shots, n***a you take pipe n***a you don't love to fly, n***a you take flight Better watch what you say like, cause they might, hold them 'K's tight Go shot for shot at that line like they trying to break ice I'm a brand new clip in the Nina type of nice You a birthday card to Sharena type of nice You say "K-Shine" they think of bringing heaters to a fight Slugs flying, somebody ain't leaving here tonight You say Terraineo, you think of "I could sleep him with a right Put both hands around his throat, squeeze him out his life." Most of my battles be 5 grand, I had to settle for a stack Cause even though you light fire, you'll never be a match Shout out to the n***a that sent Rex that damn text Easy way to get your camp stretched Planned d**h, after this sh** we on a Lear jet to the Midwest St. Louis n***a on bed rest, they're next, ZIP EM UP! [Round 2: Calicoe] So I was getting my Facebook on right, you know my pimping game good Hoes keep talking bout my battle with a n***a named Suge So I put it on my status like every other man would And I got a inbox from a n***a named K-Shine He like "What's good?" I'm like "n***a, I'm chilling." He say, "When your next battle? I say you the next victim." He like, "Ever since I been out man your flow's been through the ceiling I mean I k**ed Shotgun Suge but n***a you KILT him." You know my reply to that was "Look at this wack a** n***a." Always talking 'bout cans but never got stacks a** n***a Swear he got the bag but never seen with packs a** n***a On Twitter he the "I followed you so follow me back" a** n***a You know they talk about matches living a trap a** n***a Swear they don't like you But when they see you they give you dap a** n***a" If don't nobody know what I'm talking about And happen to ask y'all n***as Just say it's them "Packing the Mac in the back of the Ac a**" n***as This what he had URL first I want the crowd to help me through my situation Like I'ma be K-Shine, I want y'all to react like Dot Mob and show some crowd participation Let me get to character, so if he roll up, I'm letting off Brazy if he do My flow sick it belong in the crazy institution But none of that really matters cause with that 80 I'm elusive The wrong stare will get you rocked they should trade me for Medusa Ever since I could remember I was a ruthless child Dot Mob was relevant but they useless now So if I catch Shine lurking, you f** around and hear "poop, poop, pow!" For being in My Projects I'ma turn that Coo Coo Cal I'll shoot the pound, try to see a n***a brains ripped That's the tip my hood used to be on when today they on the same sh** He hustling backwards, never making them profits on the c**aine sh** Therefore he in the streets pedaling for nothing, his chain slipped I bang fit's so you better keep a Llama with you You gon' need government a**istance like that sh** Obama get you Everybody getting touched when that drama hit you f** with us? n***a we shooting even if yo mama with you I wanna see my son make it, I'm a focused dad After 8 blow you'll never know how man Eggos my toaster had But when he boast and brag knowing that I toke the mag He look just like the How High n***a so I'ma smoke his a** So what your life like n***a? Mine quite hype You push my bu*tons I might swing I'm on Fight Night I'm trying to change some sh** around to get my life right But after I black out you couldn't see me with a night light I'm confused, this clown still trying to say we related When Miles been told y'all back in the day these f*gs dated Mook was the one giving it, Rex was the one taking it What Miles forgot to mention was Shine was the one taping it You f**ing h*mo's claiming to be so cold If Smack had plaque's these pussies wouldn't go gold All of y'all b**hes y'all should all wear Manolos And in the future he might be the better rapper Cause I bet you he have a hot 16 after these 4-4's Zip `em up! [Round 3: K-Shine] You ain't consistent with your rhymes, your talent like a seesaw You see fast cash and react fast, you a Jacka** You talk violence but you ain't with that drama sh** that we for I'm a tour guy with that Desert bout to take 'em on a Detour No, I mean a D tour, first stop Detroit I'ma get on my X-Factor sh** with him Walk on his porch in a tank top and some slippers in Drag his punk a** to the shore, dip `em in Missed a first shot on purpose to see him twitch again Missed a first shot but I bet you that I won't miss again (Michigan) I find him in LA do his b**h like a fisher, Bayer Give her friends 24 like Kobe, take her With that 40 like Ron Ron, trade her To get to you I side by side face her to the water Load up, Pow/Pau lake her/Laker You get your apple picked when I click it on a hater You'll be Indianapolis when I put you on a Pacer Take you to the A where that trey pound spark They don't need cocoa bu*ter just to take out marks They don't need a 22 just to lay down chalk They'll throw that deuce up and get you A town stomped (?) on deck, I'll let it peel all night KOS all my n***a k** On Sight Send them Tec's just to make you feel all light Swerving like Paul Wall put your grill on ice You from Brightmoor, that's probably why you napkin soft I'm from the side of New York where n***as letting them ratchets off Big headed f**er, easy for them to clap it off From the Big Apple where they turn that big apple to apple sauce n***a said "Look out for DNA." I said "Where? What you a doctor?" I said "What happened to that Spanish n***a?" He said "Jo no say, he don't want nada. He all sweet inside." I said, "Si pinata" so I leave him alone (?) de nada." I'm hungry for a dollar when that block hot like lava I make the fiends cop on a bite like Estrada Cortez drunk off that Puerto Rican rum and that vodka That Puerto Rican chopper go que que que que pasa As far as DNA, I hate yo f**ing style I hate yo f**ing hairline, I hate yo f**ing smile I hate that f**ing Mexican always in your shadow And I hate that f**ing hoodie you wear to every f**ing battle Now back to Terraineo cause this sh** here is paid time But for the record I'll k** both of you n***as, at the same time I was taught if you don't catch `em, do a drive by You was taught "If they don't catch you if you drive by." I ring a Bell like Raja And for them chips I'll put you in a bag, wise guy Your triangle cheesy, y'all Dorito made Onion rings around his eyes, you gon' need those shades When I pop corns don't let your eagles stay Better pull a dipsey doodle or get Frito laid You better have them goons when I'm holding a Tec I'm hitting 12 like noon when I roll on a set I don't care about them j**els that's froze on your neck Like a pirate for that treasure I'll open your chest ZIP EM THE fu*k UP! [Round 3: Calicoe] I hate when lil n***as talk big, that sh** be having me thinking yo Like you too small to match up with any of us So what the f** is you speaking for? Say for instance I ain't had a Mag I bet this jab will leave you leaking though He's not my friend that probably explains why I keep a 4 (foe) He's supposed to stay on that shallow side he came deeper though The bars I got k**s n***as call that the grim reaper flow He so small if he put his arms to his waist he'll damn near reach his toes Therefore I ain't gotta Smack him or shoot him I'll throw his lil a** in a sleeper hold Like "Go to sleep lil n***a, get knocked out like Rex and Mook used to." It's probably new to you but trust me This something that Rex and Mook used to So we supposed to believe you gangsta serving 'caine and got the kush up Cause you did 6 months in a boot camp and you look rough? n***a you was locked in a place where your punishment was a push up And you was eating steak you don't know about the cook ups Moms and pops weekly putting money for your books up He had a job call me anytime he needed a cook up n***a was Master P I swear he had the- no, he just did everybody laundry I know it ain't rhyme but who gives a f**, this n***a s** Goodz took time out to bury him, I'ma dig him up Always on Murda Mook dick trying to big him up After I clip him up I bet they'll really have to zip `em up I got this acrobatic matic that'll flip 'em up And trust me when they seen these (CD) burners it'll rip `em up So listen up, I be reading these n***as Always talking bout the streets but who believe in these n***as? When I look at them it's something I don't see in these n***as I'm on my mama I don't think it's this much of G in these n***as For the simple fact they roll with clowns like that light skin n***a Making frowns and dancing around, what you the hype man n***a? Well I'ma show you n***as what mags do f** around and blast two, have one of my n***as drag you until you leaking Ragu The sh** gon' be looking sad too, call 'em the body bag crew Matter fact that song might happen after I body bag you Yo n***as against my n***as, let's have a standoff Mook was at a club at Detroit called Luckies, I swear to God your man soft I was in the club showing love on my mama this what your man saw Me chilling with 20 n***as and rolled out like a quarterback after a hand off I hate n***as that be fronting for the booth When it's danger I drain `em, put a gutter in his roof Who is Dot Mob? The fans don't know nothing but Mook With that Heat I'm Eddie House, I don't do nothing but shoot Nine bullets for nine lives I k** cats My life like a game of Jenga I build stacks Try to roll up on me but your wheels flat How you living that Jay-Z with Meek Mill stacks? After a n***a battle me I make him feel wack Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real rap!