Chilla Jones - Chilla Jones vs M.Ciddy lyrics

[Round 1: Chilla Jones] He was supposed to battle Stacks just a day ago He didn't show up and you won by default, way to go Well I hope you came to flow, prepared, mind clear and calm Or they gon' see me running thru Ciddy/city like a marathon Now how this dude here belong went against Smack rappers This is loss three You ICING but my GOLD (goal) was for us to FACEOFF See you never been a STAR with the PENS, knock it off G They should've told Cid (SIDNEY) that I ain't the one to cross, b (CROSBY) But why you think you can top my bars, b BINGO cause how's he ROULETTE, you fill SLOTS to help ya ego You ever DICE flesh or JACK-POT to get a key? No (KENO) So when he see the poca (POKER), he CRAPS cause he no (CASINO) But me? I'm in that spot imposters wanna be in For following get put in boxes like a DM Them Jamaicans got choppers if you see 'em act proper They shottas and I control them rastas (ROSTERS) like a GM So we beefing in my town, Ciddy Well with that .45 I'm like a tour guide I'll show you A-ROUND City Your music it sound sh**ty so I doubt you get clout rocking You wouldn't see a real tour (Realtor) if you was house shopping But since you out locking in the lab making joints for the radio I'm a experiment with this periodic table flow You trying to cop a (COPPER) nickel (NICKEL) bag? Oh you buying weed? Well I bet ten (TIN) from this LEAD get you high for free You drive by in that MERCURY I'm a fire three And push your wig back like a Lebron's (BRONZE) just for eyeing (IRON) me Try and see bro look at this MC's eyes (I) You'll need double these (D's) bars to against me, why? (Y) Cause I'm a beast when I wannabe and I don't even show it I just spelled your f**ing name out and you don't even know it The way I flow it, seasoned, food for thought with a foul flavor So with that tray/tre I'll serve you like a proud waiter An appetite for destruction? Then I'll cater I said, an appetite for DESTRUCTION, I'm AL QUEDA My style greater, hater, I got the game scared as sh** Cause everything I'm writing the BOMB I'm ‘bout to tear a wrist (TERRORIST) And Big Kannon already exposed you, they don't like you where you from Cause you fraud as sh** plus you MILK n***as for views Then whine (WINE) for respect like YOOHOO and ARBOR MIST It's hard to miss with that 9 beside me So when I'm palming the flare I'll put dram in the air like the sign behind me [Round 1: M. Ciddy] Look Jerome, for tough tones get a struck dome I don't think you're up to par, what the f** 'Rome? With bars, my vocab enough homes So the (SODA) words gon' CRUSH Jones Your luck blown for that lying sh** You'll get a T HAWKed for going overBOARD how you GRIND your strip You hope that I aim wrong when the iron lift It's unknown that a nine'll miss (ANONYMOUS) You VAGINA, b*tch! All you clowns is rookies I'm giving you the risk (UTERIS) if you down to push me Stop coming out your LIPS cause I'm foul with bullies Over reasons (OVERIES) I gotta breakdown this PUSSY My fans say I'm dope cause I spit crills So they give credit for crack like tip drill Chilla get real, you'd agree (DEGREE) I'm cold so you know I'm gon win chill (Wind Chill) A big deal, I'm Raiden cause the game I'm a shock it My outlet crazy as sockets I command troops and they pull when the 8 is in pocket I'll get the rest cued (RESCUED) like I'm saving a hostage I said it's FRIDAY, Jokers all act like they wanna fight Ezel, get a cracked head if I buck a pipe Catch strays like Willie Jones if you dummies hyped Two will squeeze on they (Day) men, I'm Money Mike We buck at night, it's evident Ciddy moving, I pop you late in your residence Reverse that then you would get me Residence populate when they move in cities You dig me? Your whole style's insubordinate Cross lines, y'all attitudes in accordance Reverse that then you could get your mind involved A coordinates, latitude when them lines across We MINUS y'all, I'm on a roll (HONOR ROLL) cause I'm past average Your DIVISION ain't EQUAL, MATHEMATICS And PLUS he trained wrong so he back track it So I Murda verse Jones like a Smack cla**ic You wack ba*tard, hammer pants when the heat spin The pair will shoot (PARACHUTE) cause the barrel's blue like Mystique's skin Defense, press and get steal if you reach in The bullet can't wait to get to Chill like the weekend Before I end my round, I don't like this f*ggot You should find a knife and grab it Before you put your life in casket Type your suicide note on Facebook just so I could like the status OFFICIAL! [Round 2: Chilla Jones] The reverse punchline, I know where you got that from Don't pretend bro, but if you get the W It only means if you win bro You gotta share half that win with Innuendo For dead presidents I bring the boy hell So if it's men roll (Monroe) I'm washing 10 (Washington) Get me mad or som' (Madison) I brought more shells You sell BUSH? Well if it's true, man (TRUMAN) Then that HAZE got a poor smell, you gettin' pairs Bet you feel more pokes then a doorbell Your who*e, well, no voting but she on my pole (poll) definitely Playa Lewinsky on her knees, he thinking please let it be prayer But I'ma bring your camp pain (CAMPAIGN) a bean sent me to slayer So now I gotta run city, Pen elected me MAYOR Now you can hate and say my last 8 was a pile of sh** Which only proves my point, the game is all POLITICS Now if I call your chick a cheerleader, well you'll be pretty vexed So just listen for the point and this story 'bout Ciddy ex Now shorty was worth a mil or so, one KID(D) She always bought her daughter clothes, the crib Inland (in LIN) She called her own with plenty of space to park her (PARKER) Rove He did her wrong though (RONDO) one holiday with an intern at the studio His girl heard he tried to nail son (NELSON), so to charm her (CHALMER) He gave her a ruby, yo (RUBIO) But truly bro, adultery is daring, something we call a sin She had a sis (Cyst/a**ist) in DC so she went and moved to Washington You'll have court (HALF COURT) for a restraining order if you call again And now she'll never let you run your JOHN thru her WALLS again Look y'all, it's him Derrick McGuire Well I'm prepared for this, let me guess You here to see if everything you hear legit Should've never walked this way, cause I ain't scared to Blitz You better run, D MC before I air a Smith It's clear I'm sick, I handle B.I. stop Ciddy drinking Diddy vodka, can't see (C),I.ROC I squeeze my Glock, a G what you trying to be more like But couldn't bare (BEER) to POP a CAN, I guess your cores light (Coors Light) Well here's more spite, velocity and animosity Them bullets need a barrel with speed and velocity I'm bout to let you have it for real, generosity Cause Chilla known to k** a cat like curiosity Your brain only has the capacity for simplicity You'll need audacity, tenacity, and intensity I'm varsity, my authenticity be offending Ciddy Common link between all these words, they end in city/sity BOSS TOWN! [Round 2: M. Ciddy] Honestly I ain't get paid the larger figures But I'm sick of twitter talking with your Pick that coffin Chilla, I'm a prove that my bars is sick And start this word play off and put HEAT to this BOSTON n***a Fraud we differ, me I'm black hoodie mask You, way older than me but in a rookie cla** And this p**y mad, I told Pen don't pay 'em Cause his last battle wasn't good with Cash I'm mad, these dudes foul and I see the flagrant Cause it's envy (NV), Nevada when abbreviated Hard stares I see the hatred Weak guys we despise (diss spies) like secret agents It's blatant, you take styles, I been iller It's a mystery man, y'all been stealers (Ben Stiller) You better call PETA cause I been Triller Cause I'll jack it (jacket) with a coat and put a 4 to your chin-chilla b**h n***a, ya big sister into p**n s** She got a Poison Pen stomach and a Norbes neck I said f** rap, I'm trying to get a Forbe check Reign (rain) supreme I mob soon (Monsoon) cause I storm best Yup, I put my mug in the screen It's a horror flick when the glove hit the scene The Midwest (Wes) Craven I'm rough and obscene Be silent, be SILENT, he'll (HILL) still feel THE GRUDGE in THE RING I'm mean when I'm gripping the ratchet, you just here filling a casket Beef is like a television broke when I grip it and clap it I intend to pull out to get rid of the static Is you kidding little new cat?! Church clothes I'll address you (a dress shoe) if you slack I'm ahead with fire, how do you match? Only way you could pa** Ciddy (capacity) if a room packed A true fact that Chilla hate, he been a fake Did a battle on shark tank and wasn't getting' paid And that route wasn't getting cake, I'll express He did it the free-way verse Interstate Wait, you'll die just (DIGEST) n***a hike it I deliver (LIVER), I'm cold and (COLON) I spit the nicest And for questions and testing (INTESTINE) I wreck him (RECTOM) When I write it you can't STOMACH that a pen decide this (APPENDICITIS) OFFICIAL! OFFICIAL! [Verse 3: Chilla Jones] Did you actually watch my battle with Interstate? I'm curious a lil more n***a, cos I said as a rebu*tal in the 3rd round Ask Sammi, I get the door, n***a So how you trying to spit some sh** by me And say I don't get paid when sharktank is my league? Now we gotta have a talk before I ever do a crime with you Cos if you get bopped alone, you on ya own once the swine get you And them questions is terrifying if you never faced 'em so here Let me map it out, here's what ya sounds like an interrogation Did you know them rich men be conquered all them boys he hit? We heard an iller noise, he thick, he rally troops to get his Boss ten in that Lincoln, with the toys he grip Then Jack son for a Little Rock, now he employs the strip Saw back the CHI and hand over his location Of which trap you in Ciddy So just tell us Chilla did it for all the capital, Ciddy Now if you snitch then I'm clappin' you city And you ain't leaving walking, rookie of the year I'm the reason why they believe in Boston Why's you even talking? I'm a fan favorite I could let a chair speak for me like Steven Hawkin But let me proceed to chalk him like I actually k**ed him Wait till he's a family guy that's married with children This American dad pleading like please don't hurt my wife and kids We friends but I still gave him wings Once the knife was gripped, k** everybody even the nanny Since his family matters, he'll come home from the office And try to damage me after Sorry, the good times and happy days gotta end Ciddy But I punch like Frazier so sit calm Or one hook will make you spin Ciddy My men gritty, one phone call them guys sliding So if anyone you know try riding, we side swipe 'em If It's pa** words and that knapsack, two nines hiding So that pair will shoot out that backpack like I'm skydiving He tried lying and say his girl out of this world But let me break it down easier It's cos she use a** steroids to make her booty look meatier I seen her block hole, she pull her pants down exposing the sh** And moon me in front of son like a solar eclipse Now did she plan it? No comment That's something we may never know You mad cos she see I'm a star? But I ain't tell her scope I told him blame her zodiac, his gal'll lay yo, but he ain't a believer He got mad and said "You tore us apart, you gotta leave bruh" She's a diamond, if you ever go, near my gym and I You're serious but Ciddy I ain't hearing it So I'ma cap a corn to show n***as what a queer he is Now clearly it's top tier that you plan to make it to I turn cash to Spongebob, but you animated too Like bart, cos you're a Simpson, can't compare 'em but I got to Cos you don't own a home or lease a whip Tell me it's not true I'm quick on a draw, turn you to Marge If I pop you So even if you holding that Maggie I get ya top blew Ayo I'm hot, so if I rock and the crowd showing no love, it's cool Cos that footage captures it all like a gold glove Battle rap is like baseball, I'm changing the theory And each round equivalent to each game in a series Well Chilla come to sweep all 3 that's what the vets say Cos every battle Ciddy fail where the Mets play Now watch this mail go postal Body bags if I get bold so when I address him No matter where Ciddy stay He getting zipped cold Now this exactly how I planned it, I spit and you guys panic Cos what I'm shooting twice will put crews on ice like the Titanic Boss town [Round 3: M. Ciddy] Man... Chilla Jones thinking that he can grab this mic and see me n***a you only seen Magic Mike in 3D It's easy to make this scene bad looking Cause it's sad that you texted me and asked for this a** whooping I said 3 rounds, 3 minutes, I'm with it I misspelled a lot of sh**, but I sent it Then I knew that this guy's timid, cause he replied like I got writers block Let's change the time limit, I understand cause I know how MC's prep Look in that mirror all tough with the mean flex But it seem you trying to cheat d**h Cause verse Cash you said you only need 2 weeks prep Question, question, how can you prepare in some weeks But you had a whole month to prepare for me How you gon' battle rookies and scared of Elite You need to back up the answer like Aaron McKie It's apparent to me, you just like top prospects Get in the league and can't ball cause they non threats And battle fans was overrating your context, thinking that you complex Cause you all concepts, I bomb best so I'm visioning your fear You was quoting my bars even mention 'em to peers I'll stay low tier sh**, I don't care Take the first pick but you'll sit on the bench your whole career Yeah, it's blatant you a fraud You think a one rounder really making you a star? Ungrateful Every time you thinking of your bars be thankful For MC's who made you who you are, you co*ks**ing f** face You always say the same sh** Thank B Magic for showing you how to name flip Thank Bill Collector for showing you how that 'caine flip Thank Rosenberg for showing you all this lame sh** I seen you and Cash eating you was going wild You did the scheme about odors, so profound Then you repeated the bar, oh we know it now Thank Conceited for showing you how to slow it down You notice clown in my first round, when you heard rhymes f** slow it down, I reverse mine So stop saying it again, how you burst nines Cause I'm not stupid I got the sh** the first time, you the worst kind sh** I seen you as a kid I taught you everything, how to meet up with a chick I taught you how to hoop, bought Adidas for your kicks Working on your jumper, leaning with your swish I taught you how to rhyme putting meaning in your sh** How to punchline scheming when you spit I'ma smile when I see the achievements that you get And be proud cause really I'm the reason you exist I'm pissed, a lot of fans hate me and I'm baffled Why they overrate these little rascals? Chilla Jones got the game locked and you said he got the shackles? This the same n***a paying JC for a battle! You a**hole, I swear that's the gayest sh** Cause you paying for a battle, not paying rent But let 'em call me like, "Cid we got some crazy sh**!" You could battle Big T, maybe Clips But send Charlie some money *click* I ain't paying sh** You degrading sh**, I'm shocked you got the circuit board Benzino couldn't get you a Source Award I'll put your face in the pave if it's worth the war See J's on the concrete like Jordan 4's You know what, I had your b**h in the crib with her pants off You shark tank but your b**h had the damn jaws And that damn broad is a tramp I jump off then bang in that hole like slam ball I hit her with the night stick when I'm in the s** Bet if I cop a feel, he would get upset And I'm sure if she get neglect, then she tired of you cuffing You need to give that b**h a rest