Counter Productive - The Saurus vs Topr lyrics

[Round 1: The Saurus] Yo, we battled 15 years ago And I won't pretend I don't remember it But I'm not suppose to mention it, I swore an oath on holy testament Besides, it's history, we know the rest of it You didn't past the torch to me, I took that sh** while you were smoking meth with it The Bay is home I'm thankful that I made it back to San Jo' I set the standard, this ancient a**hole laid a bad example Now Rambo's aiming at then I'm taking back the ammo After I leave Top half open like a baby grand piano I'ma claim this as my castle but it doesn't stop here It's two time everything, you get double shots: cheers! I ain't the underdog once the fog clears It's like the last Royal Rumble: someone incredible and a bunch of Top tears You in my cross hairs, thinking he can beat me is crazy f** a battle of the ages this is B.C. A.D Now this beating brings back the same feeling graffiti gave me I'll leave you split, it means my pen's been on a mean streak lately Face it, you ain't the lord of a thing, I tried to warn him I been the lord of this ring, homie: stare into the eyes of Sauron This is my court, I am Jordan My performance is a dissection, call me DJ Shadow to your vital organs Every line from Saurus is high-octane I taught Klay and Steph to let it fly long-range So after this, your list of favorite rappers might not change But when I give Top five, it ain't Dylan's name! Now I'm not saying I'm a legend and this man's not But my legend next to his legend is a desert to a sandbox It's Severn vs Shamrock, I'm heavy with the hands Top Stealing on holmes (homes) call me Benny from the Sandlot So give it everything you can, pops! Don't talk that loud nonsense Then step out on the field then show us all the Browns offense Cause I'm trying to do more than knock this clown unconscious I'm trying to create a world where my girl can walk around topless Time [Round 1: Topr] You dare talk about me on some graffiti sh**? That sh** is dead as f** I'll make you famous when I tag your toe but this time when I'm spraying cans nobody's getting up Dan gave me the shot of the century I guess Like Oswald to Kennedy's d**h Nah dawg, this is Tesla versus Edison Sabertooth versus Weapon X My pen game sharp as a switchblade, knife embedded in flesh to sever his neck I'll change his b**h's life in 90 seconds or less like a pregnancy test Get him shook, cause every line is twisted, that's an Etch-A-Sketch I'm so far ahead of my time with it I'm high on d** that haven't been invented yet Let loose a rampage, I'm Soundwave when his chest ejects Bring his camp pain (campaign), that close left make him lean far right like Megadef But I'm not Megadef, that fascist prick I am more like Megatron, megalodon lexicon, smash the whip Like a Decepticon with the weapons drawn, the level I'm on One step beyond upper echelon I'm armed and deadly, narcolepsy...that's criminally slept on Get gone Little homie, I was a legend before you stepped in With open cases for having beef over paper like your delicatessen Plus I was banging with Lords in Santa Clara when the Tec was a weapon Have money dancing with a nina like a Mexican wedding What up Pete? It's Topr the card's deep Blood in the water it's Shark Week I'm schooling a two time champ Apollo Creed in Rocky 3 boxing [?] Throw a combo lift him off his feet And leave him next to the curb with three rights and a left like parking on Market Street You don't want it with me You always rap about fist fights Try to measure up, I'll f**ing beat you within an inch of your life You're caught on tape stealing on him like a thief of the night But I prefer disrespect in the ring like I cheat on my wife He needs this type of L to make him trip like taking vials of acid A full clip all in his head, now it's psychosomatic Plus I got a blade that's sharper than the ones the ancient vikings clashed with That'll open up The Saurus like creative writing cla**es I'm lit major with a razor It's Stanley, originator, that's Stan Lee So I gave y'all a fantasy cameo cause on cam' he owes for the fans to see Two tens it ain't bluffing on cash creek Draw the Mac, [?], damn Pete Ya might play me but it won't be fun, I'm Zangief [Round 2: The Saurus] He issued me a challenge to start throwing down with his fists But when his face is a f**ing mountain like this, how could I miss? I can't believe, after all these years, that's what you really rhyme like That was a piss-poor 32, you're a Miller High Life You were battling before me, you were doing shows before me Now you're over 40, making that big comeback on the road to glory Damn, you one of the oldest friends I ever had Topr! Yo, but I don't mean that like we're hella tight, it's more like you're my grandfather Like when I first came up on the scene I thought he was someone who could help me learn more So I asked him about his first tours and he told me about the first and second World Wars I'm sure the gap between us can't get too much wider I stay on the road cooking like a food truck driver You went from being a true punchliner to lead singer of a metal band with the appeal of a school bus fire But through time I've evolved Any prize fight I lost I made up for with a hundred more highlights you saw Muay thai fighter brawl with a right like a white line of raw The way it's giving you that typewriter jaw Now there's a fine line to draw between O.G. and "Oh Jesus" You're older than our whole scene is You've been old school since '03ish No peace, I wish they found Harambe a hiding place You came a long way to die today Andre The Giant face Look I won't lie, the guy can paint but none of these fans give a f** though I got a cap set for your nozzle that ain't Montana or Rust O Homie I brought so much ammo they had to cancel the gun show I know you couldn't take a Jabber without landing a punch though I'm cut throat, never sleep, that's insomnia Helping my grandfather rest in peace I hadn't had the honor of But it's obvious he can't stand the rain, so bag his body up The hand of God will leave Top' spinning: Happy Hanukkah! I offered you a chance, but some cats can't learn Your brain's a piece of cheese on a string that helps the rat's wheel turn I'm only here to see if that old Topper gas still burns So I can send your b**h a** back to Asheville in an ash filled urn! [Round 2: Topr] Last time you were here you lost to Fresco...doing the gang talk! In a skin-tight...yellow tank top He ignored your stripes and bounced around out of pocket: that's a bank shot Well I'm the mighty Thor in a lightning storm: welcome to Ragnarok I'm back in the Bay building against Wade Wilson without a mask involved The astronaut from Planet Rock blasting off Entire catalog out of this world I am Isaac Asimov, riding high on Adderalls Had your girl get naked, in a way it was a casting call Cause she gives out so many head shots I nicknamed that b**h Kalashnikov IT'S THAT FAT BROAD! Hey, kitten What's your favorite position? Rape victim? I'll hold you down like a cartridge on a Nintendo game system I came different Pete, do you say, "I love you" on the first date with women? You're so soft your teardrops got little f**ing mermaids in 'em But I ain't hating pimping I'm sure the p**y on this chick is crack But watching your relationship thrown up online is digital ipecac I mean I know you love cup-caking obviously since you're fat but Even Drake sees you pop up on his feed and thinks, "Pete's kind of a b**h for that!" Yo, this is that aerosol paint for her white-washed brain Old-school cuts go over a kid's head, that's a high top fade The way you rap makes me gag like I'm high on yay' Holding these beam shots back like Cyclops' shades And the hands stay seasoned without lime or Tequila Yeah you spazzing, but I make him bite his tongue like a violent seizure Face looking like some kind of creature from Sci-Fi feature So I keep a Heckler on each side like Mystery Science Theater With a permit to conceal and carry where ever the handle's Pearl It never jams, but it sings like Eddie Vedder I apply deadly pressure to survive by any measure Cause when I draw, it'll turn your world upside down like MC Escher With that ox though, I'm Pica**o, rearrange his traits It ain't nothing to jump him, I got more battery charges than AAA And since we in California I'ma get in his face And put a buck 50 on it, then another buck 50 on it like minimum wage I'm the king of the Bay, I don't have to let lead fly Shank in his left eye, turn Mr. Potato Head to french fries Either write a rhyme on the side of the blade so the next time Some skinny f*ggot bars your life away you get a word in edge wise [Round 3: The Saurus] This is my girl and I do love her, every f**ing thing you say is true Except her favorite s** position, which is "A Thousand Feet Away From You" Look, now y'all probably missed it, but I wrote an underlying theme because I see the b**h in Top' So I put two big rounds up front to keep it official, Top' But I got this last missile locked, pointed here (ear); Mr. Spock And if you thought I'd keep it bottled in you got me twisted Top' See Topr looked like a 1%er Topr *is* a 1%er Me? I'm the top 1% so f** a Top gun, it's time Top got taught some respect We can let Top' pick the topic, he'll get boxed up instead Cause I'm only on this card to put one into Top's upper deck Look, we can toss up a bet you ain't been served like that Since back when there was only three venues we were all trying to earn stripes at And I was anchoring our stars like the Burnside Flag Homie, your shirt size tag says "Reverse Live's Dad" But I ain't come to joke around, you know this clown's been broken down so for my home crowd This is how a closing round is supposed to sound For a decade there's heads that have wondered how I kept up this hunger Like when will I finally hang it up like I won't get any younger But if you think age is anything more or less than a number Then you already missed the point like betting the under Reinvented, restructure, I'm on that Rushmore {Stumble} Reinvented, restructure, I'm on that Rushmore hustling If Top' wanna pop off, sh** I can uncork something I'll even let you choose the route Either A: retire if you lose or round Or B: We go back to Carolina to Duke it out You shoulda knew by now to not cross me On God my right cross is all topsy right before the autopsy Sorry not sorry, but your buzz has fallen flat Top' I will flat stomp you into the fresh asphalt til you're part of the black Top' This has been a hell of a match Top' But before I can say, "hats off", ax chop, you end up with your Apple in your lap top Time [Round 3: Topr] Hey Peter Remember that time I saw you in the city with Lush getting drunk outside that sh**ty club? I hit the blunt, pa**ed it to Plex, you pulled me aside like, "Listen blood After that time you served me in Santa Cruz I will forever give you love Cause you inspired me to become the best at this there ever was." I must admit I was touched, can't make this sh** up Topr's a mastermind, the metaphor's vivid enough It's Dr. Frankenstein with the stitches cut I created a monster with a lot of different bodies but he never really existed before I lit him up I respect it, he's still standing like Stonehenge, maintaining tradition {stumbles} But this blueprint I drew it (druid) and y'all don't put faith in my vision I paid my dues, shouldn't have to pay again to maintain my position Cause I'm the GOAT like Satan's depiction in most ancient religions And if you say any different you're a goddamn liar I can't count how many hot rounds these thoughts have inspired It's the Bay's Johnny Blaze, y'all know, the Fresh Coast ghostwriter My punches are off the chain when I raise Hell off the top, whooo I'm on fire But I don't sleep on Pete, I know he looks like a s**er But he's a thesaurus, and I was taught not to judge a book by its cover But you've really had that pro bowler swag cooking this summer Well stay in your lane when you roll up or you're getting hooked in the gutter I'll smack him back to the 90's, these hands make him time travel Cause he wasn't doing multisyllabics when him and I battled But I was, this whole time he's been riding the buzz standing in my shadow Rewriting history on film like Man In The High Castle My advice, don't take a date to see the Bodied premier Cause the sight of that face on a screen, 20 foot high is just weird You're looking at the uncut dope that inspired your career But the real problem's staring right back, like sniffing lines off a mirror But real talk I love Pete, we're both titans in here Over weight right? That's not in contention But b**h, I am king of late night, Johnny carcinogenic Got an appetite for destruction at the bar with my henchmen You're just a glutton for punishment that's starved for attention And it's hard to not mention, but it's brutal to see Mr. Two Times Everything...including losing to me!