Chase Moore - BAR FIGHT™ - DENZIL PORTER VS ILLMACULATE lyrics

[Verse 1: Denzil Porter] Yo, Illmac, ask 'em if they want some parts with Porter They put it all on the line, I'ma move 'em across the border We come from a lost society formed from a lawless order Got my back agaisnt the wall Like I'm hangin' this cordless phone up Still bang what our fathers taught us Buggin' out on these lavas Suited up without goggles to stand for somethin' regardless 'Cause if you speak where your heart is, and it real there No matter if you get defeated the crowd still will cheer We rhyme with a mind as timeless like lines of Dalai Lama Even, allergy season, labels still don't have to sign us It don't have to be friday or sunday For us to do everything we can To make it out of this barrel of sorrow And they got us stuck in the deep-end, and it depends And these weak rappers that s**, we should keep them 'Cause anyhow they go extinct Illmac, what the f** we gon' eat then? Panda, express your choice Yeah, express, [?] test and annoy Don't even consider beefin', it is best you invest in soy It is just your boy from Team Backpack in the source Where homies thought they came in first Until they heard Steve Harvey's voice I got that floor staff for the new food More cash as I scoop through 'Til my bank account done got more ads than a YouTube And when it comes to streets I'm tryin' to make out, like a bad b**h Hustling, we don't stand [?] , no bandwidth And when I'm coppin' trees For me, they make sure that the bags fit You're tryin' to get over me You'll be breakin' somethin' when landin' No chicks shape me for practice Even when trapped in marriage Don't have to pull rings together, I pull up like Captain Planet We about to change the world without the campus And the [?], watch how many people die Per rash in this sh**ty life; Illmac, take that! [Verse 1: Illmaculate] Daddy's home…f** these rappers, though! I'll leave the underground And stack up bones, like the catacombs I hack your phone and crash a drone into Alex Jones Rockin' Yeezy's, pickin' pedals off of Amber Rose When I write, my pen ignite They don't really live that life, they're characters Out of nowhere they got heart; that's a Twitter-like I'll make an album in a night Outshine the Sun with inner light Miss my flight, still stomp through BK; no British Knights Brooklyn's king—Biggie, right? Portland's king—am I right? Funny that they sleep on me like a Cali king—Kendrick, right? It ain't no choice of freedom, voice or reason I don't wanna be king; I wanna destroy the kingdom Enjoy your evening! They're soft-spoken If they feel strongly, closed mouths, open wounds I'm a sore subject if you feel salty From cold shoulders to "Yo, let's chill, homie!" Chill, homie! Feel godly And on Jesus you'll get k**ed; cross me! Hold up, what's real? Roll up, d** k** Still a roll of bills on me; Bill Cosby crushed pills on me Ill mindwork, eye sore, the gang's shy; Vice Lords I'm on the climb still, that means I'm on my high horse Catch up! Just when they thought they had me I'm off a single barrel, the double-barrel shot at Bambi I'm Edward Scissorhands Trimmin' crops in Cali, gettin' locked in county They sleep on bars; this is not a Xanny I'm poppin' out these like they're cotton candy 30's, 20's, 10's—not too shabby! Alice in Wonderland; playin' with the cards you hand me They sweet as vodka cran, this a shot of Brandy They light as egg shells, walk it, I bet that omelette's nasty Mutombo finger wave, then Shaq making Barkley angry Throw it in their face Ain't been on the block since Markus Camby Infrared game, if I dot her then she call me daddy I give a f** how I'm comin' off, like a bra and panties; Ill! [Interlude: Denzil Porter] Mind if I use my phone real quick, Illmac? Aight, check it! Look! [Verse 2: Denzil Porter] But it's alright, though I do gives a f**, that's how I might go And those who slow the culture, I don't like those Me and y'all ain't tight close Leave 'em on a flat line, like a typo What the f** I look like readin' off this iPhone? See, I'm tryin' to change the world—am I askin' for much? The elephant in the room, these pouches after my tusk But that thing go Wooda-Wooda when we bangin' that stuff Have that Buddha fly in your stomach Like you're anxious as f** And here's the best thing, move like how the best think Tryin' to hold the ring, like I'm the best man Wish every day was friday So I'd treat everybody like Freshmen So much moments you'd think my breath stinks I'm interesting, hah Am I home? Need some face, that's important So I rose, like I play from the same place as Jordan Move at the pace of Jeff Gordon You got a list, I ain't on it? Well, soon I'll be on sunny list And rest in peace to Mohammed! See what I'm pissed at? [?] STD's, where you piss at And when it comes to money I don't give back Negro, please! Pay your dues! Let me see those fees! Y'all movin' like you're roots from GMO seeds Dog, we don't fall for that My n***a grow up, though, we see those fees Claimin' that he bear arms, but we see those sleeves I said, he claim he bear arm, but we see those sleeves Illmac, come k** this whole beat! My n***a, k** it! [Verse 2: Illmaculate] Told them I wasn't playin' I'm over being underrated, I'm one of the greatest And that's just a humble statement! My motivations are hunger pains, and my stomach achin' Haters are on the list? I don't rank 'em high enough to thank 'em I'm from the gutter scrapin' Pa**in' Father Time, puffin' Mother Nature Jugglin' chainsaws balancin' love and hatred I made it, they all knew me out in Portland If I'm not your first pick, you're taking Bowie over Jordan That's pa**in' on Durant, pickin' Oden in the [draft] Probably going behind my back, like Sabonis with the pa** Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz I give them a gut feeling Like Hopkins K.O.'ing Dela Hoya with the jab Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz, and my lack of fear I'm Ali bangin' drums, yellin' out: "The champ is here!" My b**h natural, really, you have to see her My rap-career like 25th Hour Talkin' to myself inside the bathroom mirror I got them cowerin' in shame, flowers on your grave Malcom with the chooper out; shower 'em with flames I'm Martin Luther with the dream The violence never changin' Beltair with the rifle out on Piru reservations Feel like crazy hords wagin' wars The brave will take a stand Broken treaties, shakin' hands With Satan while he's makin' plans In this game the fake expand Explains how out-of-place I am Like dead presidents' faces on sacred native land It's hippies and outlaws, my band of beatles Try to outlaw us? Well, f** it, they tried to ban The Beatles Critics take us in vain now, go ahead and grab the needle! They change it up, like Game's style When he collabs with people I said, they change it up, like Game's style When he collabs with people f** it! I set different levels, tell 'em that b**h, we never count bars Stayin' underground can only get the Devil how far Clip the rebels, dial ours, hit the pedal, drivin' by Then fire from the ride, like the Twisted Metal clown car I tell a chick this ain't a Disney picture Read my lips, like litterature Want an explanation? Get Clarissa! Hypocrite when I diss her Get with a sister, like, "Sorry, princess!" "Cinderella's missing slipper didn't fit ya!" I'm sippin' liquor, smokin' good, makin' bad decisions Acid trippin' with the baddest women got me actin' different I had a vision once, the Addis kicked in Of me gettin' ghost on her 'Cause her motives see-through, like an apparition Huh, run up on 'em, barrel long, the gun revolvin' Going ape, and done evolvin' I feel bad for you, son I hang up on one chick and got another callin' I got 99 b**hes—and they ain't one a problem! Tell God that he'll have to do more than judge me My mission underground, here's a few more to study I cash in every cypher when my crew tour the country In L.A. I'm Mula, in New York I'm Money—wa**up!