Grind Time Now - Rone vs. Tricky P lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] Yo, the guy in the blue, had never been in the hood He's the one, two wreck And after I'm finished with you, your crew next {Silence} Nobody? Alright Yo, from the feedback it seems that I need to slow what I rhyme 'bout They're claiming I'm aiming over people's heads Well how's "right between his eyes" sound? So f** speaking in high-brow, you better leave for the high ground Hide out, lie down and just die now See, I had verses with D but he won the crowd And he still needed a bomb threat to bump me down So if you think that YOU can pa** ME at rapping it's on But you better be strapped with an actual bomb You think that Tricky P is tricking me, tricky please When I spit swifter, sh**'s sicker with slicker trickery It's Halloween so mama she wanted to trick or treat So I showed my Snickers treat and watched the b**h trick for free This cat's basic, getting castrated for talking sh** to me So try to tickle without a pickle, now that's a tricky P But he said "Aboot my raps, have any suggestions?" I said, "What the hell is that? A f**ing trick question?" You needn't be this suave to see that he spits badly I should be singing I'm A Thug because I feel like Trick Daddy sh**, even my little cousin can write better sh** than you Like, "Tricky P. What's that stand for? Tricky Poop?" [Round 2: Rone] Yo, you're fu*kED Tricky Patrick without a lick of foreplay I'ma ruin your day because I'm feeling short changed I wanted to battle a beast, this couldn't be more lame I was hungry for steak they gave me orange sorbet This isn't a good look for me battling his a** But I was hungry for blood, even if it's this bad So I'ma eat you alive like the Gingerbread Man And I won't stop chomping until this ginger's dead man I'm like a f**ing pastry chef, believe I'm getting into that Cause I can make a ginger bend and I can make a ginger snap So fu*k whatever family members you thought you were loyal to Cause they're going off the cliff with you yelling "Odoyle rules!" Yo, an unfunny redheaded b**h with jokes that are badly written Who are you supposed to be for Halloween? Little girl Kathy Griffin? Yo, I would never buy your stock cause it seems you lie a lot Like claiming your rhymes are hot because you're a fire crotch And playing Patty Cakes with get Pat erased so don't doubt that Cause I need just a couple seconds to have you down Pat You messed up seeking a fight when you came to tour the states And our health care is not free...so you'll pay for your mistakes [Round 3: Rone] Yo, ahh, these Canadians, say ah Say "f** Grind Time" without an American kid in the place Well say that sh** to my face and watch this b**h get erased Or they'll say, "Hip hop's not dead it lives in the north" Which epitomizes corny son, mission abort If he lives in the north, that b**h is a dwarf And the neighborhood kids light sh** on his porch Philly, Philly, Philly believe me we go harder I've been had beef with Toronto, this is for Joe Carter And you s** at battling, believe me buddy Almost as much as your country...s**s at being a country Any nation in the world for a fact could steal your cookies But does Canada care? Nah, you're just happy being pussies And him battling in Grind Time is like trying to get an MBA in the 11th grade Or like Lisa Leslie going the NBA like, "Can we play?" "No Lisa, you can't play." Yo, Mr. T isn't me, I don't pity fools I'll belittle you and ridicule down to the minuscule Just for f**ing fun I will have you as my whipping mule I will even pop your buzz like a fat kid on an inner tube The high school bully had to pound the kid from middle school You can't swim in our league, now back to the kiddie pool