Grind Time Now - Rone vs. Prophit lyrics

[Intro: Mad Illz] To my left hand side we got Prophit... [Prophit] It's your boy Prophit AKA Pro fit, AKA Hard White, ask your girl [Mad Illz] Big up to WorldStar. On my right hand side we got Rone... [Rone] It's your boy Rone AKA The Muffin Man AKA Crisco AKA My Grandma's Favorite Grandson ask my grandma [Round 1: Rone] See I have the means but I don't wanna torture him I feel bad it's a rabbit racing Ali this tortoise flip He's overcome all kinds of odds, we should be supporting him Like, making it out of the storage bin you were boarded in You fetus Yeeeeeah, you know what's up you boney f** You got a chin we can use to open up coconuts Either that or you have just legally just suffered from Progeria But think you're hard just because your ears are tucked sh**, another white kid that wants to be a black one He probably used to "ask" questions but now he "ax" 'em He thinks he's Black like a Panther, a bad mama jamma He thinks his street cred is up if he doesn't have any grammar I said, "What's wrong with you people? It's too easy to beat you." He said, "HUH! What do you mean, 'You people?'" Yo, son is the truth, I'm not f**ing with you White battle rappers s** as a rule And I hope y'all are prepared to listen to a bunch of generic disses We both know you need punchlines but we both know it's fiction You'll f** me up? Now I know you're kidding You f**ed my mom? No you didn't My girl's a who*e? No she isn't! [Round 2: Rone] Yo, you act hard, but I don't buy what you're selling me Pops has probably paid but he shrouds it stealthily He's embarra**ed so he hides his wealth from me I can barely stand how his fam' shops at LL Bean sh**, just to get to this battle you probably had to sneak out Cause if dad knew you were rapping you'd catch a beat down And he tries to convince him that it's not lame But they just diss him and say it's his "hip hop phase" As far as self loathing whites, no one's beating duke The only person that hates you more than me is you He'll probably talk about how he's been real 'til his lips peel But then flinch when leaves fly into the windshield of his Big Wheel He calls himself "Hard White" and really thinks that's clever That's gayer than anyone I've ever battled and have you seen my track record? "Hard White" he claims, he said to ask my lady She said, "Oh yeah, Prophit, I smacked that baby" I said, "Baby, you can't go around around smacking babies" She said, "What about out of pocket f*ggots that are acting crazy?" I said, "...oh yeah, you can smack them. That's fine. Whenever you want." And this round, I might've gone a little overboard Insulting an open sore and you might've gotten your feelings hurt Well b**h, that's what I was going for [Round 3: Rone] See I read the Bible Chapter 13, Deuteronomy says you should be put to d**h for your false prophecies And Matthew says a bad tree will bare bad fruit And I know a fruit when I see one you f*g you If you're a prophet, I swear I'm an atheist You're such a baby dick it makes me sick Doom is imminent b**h you can see the sharks fins So we'll never see Prophit's bu*t out of his profit margin Yo, you'll get cooked like a Hot Pocket Cause you look like a Hobgoblin You're think you're making money off this rap sh** Well you will not profit/Prophit Some N.P.O. sh**, that's what you're on Oh, and that's Non Profit Organization for the f**ing morons! See you s** awfully but I got a lot of boss in me sh** I get brain while I get lobotomies I know everything for a soccer teams to copping trees I've read every one of Socrates philosophies, so how the f** you topping me? How the f** you stopping me? Prophit please, make me a prophecy! And if you can't, it's okay We won't hold you to nothing I'm just saying, if you were a prophet, you would've known this was coming