Ill Will (Battle Rapper) - Ill WIll vs Bigg K lyrics

[Round 1: Bigg K] I said yo You ready? You must've faced two blunts faced with Quaalude dust They ask my top five all the time, I ain't say you once All that aggression, just rap, I will break you up Just cause you loud and you angry that don't make you tough I said yo, I'm in the streets with the sack, pa**enger seat with the Mac Come get your f**ing cherry popped, I'm in the V with the strap But you can still get punched in your mouth for what you speak in your raps And these sh**s split gums like it's the last piece in the pack I said look, I leave you leaking, machine beeping Try to keep him alive, knuckle up This uppercut throwing teeth in the sky You eat at least a two piece in the blink of an eye First a left, then right a Will like I think I'ma die I said look, oh you got the joint on you? The aim better be impeccable Or strap with two of 'em, double jointed like you flexible I kick in the door while you and shorty eating vegetables Smack you with the table, that's putting p**y on a pedestal I'm Mr. Incredible, filling the pavilion I put the boot on him like Sicilian civilians Slit your wife throat, burn down the b**h building So when your princess died (Di') they don't find any prints (Prince) William I said fill your gun, which battle you feel you won? What this man drop, Hanco*k, Will's a bum There's a lot of snitches in Pontiac, I bet William one But where I'm from, all that singing will get William Hung I'm creeping with a long nose, that's an aardvark You gon' leave the club in the trunk, that's a golf cart You got k**ed by DNA, you a soft mark And got crushed by Roc's/rock rounds like Raiders Of The Lost Ark I take a ratchet and beat the breaks off you, that's a car part I never run out of lines, that's a Wal-Mart Your b**h, try to bring it back, that's a false start She take this frank to the grill, that's a Ballpark I stab scrubs in the face, get exfoliated This how you lose an eye Will, get unmotivated Was getting pushed by Smack but you ain't close to greatness Cause now Ill ain't talked about like Ebola patients Home invasion, I send Ill to the infirmary I know you heard of me, I've been verbally on a murder spree My verses crafted perfectly You for certainly not murking me b**h, I'm about to wig on Will like Ron Burgundy Hype sh**, pulling teeth out with vice grips They don't let me post bail I'm a flight risk Ice pick, bu*terfly knife grip I stick more blades in Will than a spike strip I'm a cut of something tougher, I don't feel that cloth Motherf**ers is 'bout to suffer, that ain't Ill that's cough I took a couple months off but I'm still y'all boss And now, I'm back riding, til the wheel (Will) fall off [Round 2: Ill Will] KOTD what's popping? If K spit a round he go get a full clip right back He'll (heel) suffer defeat (de feet) and die here-- Y'all know I ain't come to spit no bullsh** We're here now, save the tough talk for a p**y n***a I don't care how bad he cook How many of y'all here for K? {Crowd cheers loudly} All y'all mama's p**y's got athlete's foot Cause y'all say he's enterprising But I beat beef, he lucky KOTD kept this tender rising (tenderizing) You can catch a shell in front of your granny, no sympathizing Shoot him out his shoes and put myself in 'em, I'm empathizing I hit little baby K with a baby K, in a crazy way I use to sock white boys like you on the daily K If you ain't heard the tales from my hood, don't be acting crazy K You let a white boy k** you, a chump He let a chump k** him; Rosenberg They say that White Boys Can't Jump, well watch this pump lift him You wanna fight? Well if you in the mood, try it then Cause one swing will leave his chin hanging like a noose; Chinamen I can show you I'm a top peeler, Glock spitter But why when I can just steel/steal the sh** outta Bigg K like shoplifter I don't care if I'm sober or off the Goose drunk I don't care who jump You get two lumps If you scary, kid book; Goosebumps Me? You ain't never seen the type Two 40's, both them b**hes with me, threesome life This b**h straight, but you can meet the dyke I hit yo' b**h p**y like pow And after you go right into kiss her like Jackie Gleason's wife Who said I lose to this simpleton? He's soft as Kate Middleton with eight women friend Ill Will? Remember him I'll put pieces of K all over the water They ain't no if I dismember him or disa**embled him f** what he talking 'bout I don't care how he play it Cause I'll stake out on him, hop out of nowhere with a lot of bucks; Alki David I'll silence the K, then silence K, right away When that Tom Cruise this b**h won't be the same after it's over like Cameron Diaz in Knight & Day You, Suge and the rest of these n***as is the same rappers Talking 'bout sh** y'all not gon' do Insane rappers that street sh** is where the game matters Before G, a K, and two G's I'll be (B) at his door like his name backwards My n***as say, "Will, he nice and he hot. You gotta make him mild now." But if he act stupid or hostile I hit Kenny chest, niece and see a wild child KOTD, I'm scorching this guy, every bar flaming; 4th of July Him beating me? I doubt it'll fly K know to ball up when that red dot in his eye I run in your house like, "Kids...get the f** out." They proceed to rush out Drag his b**h to the hallway, she get stuck out You see nothing but K everywhere like I pitched a shut out That's straight yac You can get a round of that I wanna talk about... {Round gets cut short by officials} [Round 2: Bigg K] You sweeter than the Dixie Chicks eating Pixie Stix Painting they toe nails watching Disney flicks You tough as twin toddlers throwing hissy fits Potato on the barracuda; fish and chips Kimbo fists, I ain't never been no b**h Owe me money? I'm in your house 'bout to flip yo' sh** The bullet go through your scalp, then the pillow rip I whip your head back and forth, for whatever Willow (Will owe) Smith & Wesson, get to stepping I kick your chest in, let it sing in your Babyface; Kenneth Edmonds I heard your wack a** mixtape, that sh** depressing The label said, "I'll call you back." You a star; 67 I said throw that trash away, you really not a match for K You jumping out the window like Donny Hathaway I catch you on a late night, that's a matinee And soccer ball Will son/Wilson like Castaway You was running your f*ggot mouth so you had to pay This little dirty motherf**er getting thrashed today You faberge, soon as you try to jab I sway Throwback hooks; Jazze Pha, Ca**ius Clay Molly whop, body shot, make him hurl of the man belching Late night I'm on the hunt while you vamping; Van Helsing You can hash it out or get ice waxed; full melting No hippie, I throw Willy in a full Nelson I'm full Melvin, baby boy back on back If Will slip this hammer, knock him back on track They calling me "the future" Why see they throwing me racks on racks While you on Twitter, every day, s**ing DICK, trying to get back on Smack Like, "What's up big bro? They don't do it like the Iller I k** Shotgun, I'll ruin that gorilla." You battled Tay Roc and got dominated cause you used a lot of filler After that you got exonerated, DNA proved you not a k**er What you think gon' happen when me and you start rapping? You see this heat start clapping? Then your Nissan flattened I'm in your yard with a yopper, curse the children I'll paint your f**ing house, this a sure win (Sherwin) William I say look, all I brought is gun bars cause I'm filled with evil If I don't find you, I'll k** your people Point blank head shot, spill cerebral A British Bulldog through the window of William Regal Say look, the driver screwed, he took the Phillips head route I break your jaw with a cheap shot, pick a bed out They find teeth in the parking lot, split and spread out But pieces of your gum drop on the roof that's a Gingerbread House I said look, I just got a gun, f** weightlifting It light skin a clip will bang like Blake Griffin You said that you was gon' win, now it's way different They never believe sh** stink til they face in it [Round 2: Ill Will] Ayo he talked about his resume last year like he wouldn't see a meaner threat You a fat redneck from Virginia, I bet at least three of yo' family members was Springer guests Yet and still you got a murder game and the bag moving, like that's some tough sh** I'll rob you, go battle T-Top with that f** sh** Cause I'm a renegade, go to any state and take any plate Matter of fact, there were so many Michigan n***as VA, we had to renovate n***a f** what he talking 'bout, I see n***as trying to move him But everywhere I go they loving Ill like a Magic Johnson groupie You said I was a s**a for doing B.E.T., f** whatever lie you tell me But you don't even get p**y so K Y(why) you jelly? If he throw one, I throw fo' back He know that If it start with K then it end with K, like Kodak You get the picture? Cause you could get it stuck in your head like you know those songs They've been waiting for these negatives to develop for oh so long You beating me? No, oh so wrong Cause when these cannon's/Canon's flash it hit the n***a behind you too, that'll be his last photo bomb I earn my stripes, these n***as, don't get a freebie Back in the day I would've dropped you every week like a No Limit CD I'm a bad boy, the best you ever seen do it Trying to get bills up, ripping through the streets it ain't a theme to it I got a K, long as K-Shine, and an old .44, the best you ever seen shoot it So why you wanna get this, '04 Piston when you know it got a ring to it? If you tough as sh**, bust a clip or s** a dick Big strap, longer than the one your uncle used to f** you with I'll kick down the do' like, "Aye, you know the story dude." He flinch or he move he getting stuck, I'm in a gory mood Soon as I touch the top of the key, big shot, or he/Horry move Three clicks, will send this b**h home quicker than Dorothy's shoes Why should I give, two flying f**s about this battle scene? When there's fraud n***as like this, that miss they brother funeral for a battle dream But f** all that, I'm 'bout to get back to this lyrical karate beating Cause them chopsticks catch any n***a thinking he fly like Miyagi eating I don't care who official, I'll let a Ruger hit you Or get a 100 round drum, you'll fight a Crazy 88 like Uma with you This kinda like yo' house, kinda I'm eating off yo' plate and the kid's lunch He got a problem with it, neck shot, he looking like Steams, mid punch We go hard n***a, but we gotta keep that sh** from the undercover So we switch it up, every time a new bundle coming That 40 on me, but that .45 on another brother That shotty lift him so high God was like, "Damn n***a, you got here quick than a motherf**er." Y'all remember when I said, "You from the hood that say 'Stop Snitching'" Well I'm from a hood where they put that same snitch on our shirt, go to the church and tell his mama to (stop b**hing) That was some of the realest sh** It's like a gift when I talk to you But the deeper thing about it is, yo' mama could've been the b**h I was talking to Yak Town in this b**h! [Round 3: Bigg K] I said look man, y'all prolly think that sh** Rosenberg said about my brother like that sh** was intense Only thing is, when I said "bro" I was speaking in a figurative sense You know the type you knew since five 'til the day that he died So you had to hold his mom in yo' arms while she cried? And she looked at you and said, "If you had a battle, that's some sh** that need to get done." Cause she knew deep down what that opportunity would mean to her son See that's that type of sh** that get you punched in the mouth Stop rapping 'bout sh** you don't know nothing about I could really rap boy, you really wack If Will working with a Tommy, it's Men In Black They pumped you up to get aired out; picture that I squeeze the can on Will, that's Fix A Flat I said I'm the God's honest truth like a Jewish Bible Choose a title, you either stupid or suicidal It may be both but I say he ghost if I use a rifle So stand up and ride Will (wheel) be a unicycle I said look, I'm booking battles by the threes trying to body camps Got the belt for kicks and punches like karate champs You said, "Will buzzing", he ain't got the stamp You bubbling, but it's light, that a lava lamp Small room setting or the center stage jerk You gonna get the same work, hope your feelings ain't hurt Got a brand new chopper, you wanna feel the flame first? This the best M16 (Em' 16) since The Renegade verse You just rhyme rehearsing, I've been a violent person Way back, before Dizaster could tie a turban Thirteen, with a coffee can I use to hide my work in Taking shots of Remy on the roof like Higher Learning I put some money on your head get your retail check You'se a keyboard gangsta, making e-mail threats They thought I had stop and go on the CLS Cause I break and spin wheels (Wills) like a Spreewell set Out the same PG cla** we emerged But that don't mean we an even match with the words I saw Norbes was a bird, I feel back from the herb You stayed, got milked dry then they kicked yo' a** to the curb Right? They put y'all on B.E.T., but did they pay you all? Hell no You gotta wonder if B.E.T. paid URL doe See, I don't count nobody pockets that's all and fine But if you eating off of my work, I gotta draw the line I say I'm a grown a** man, I seen the business was wack I left, you got left, there's a difference in that And you still be s**ing Smack like them your idols You beat Sno? They didn't even let you defend your title Y'all say my bars is too vague, I'm not tapping into the moment They just random punchlines that apply to any opponent The first time that I was told it I think I had to be laughing like "Excuse the f** outta me for actually rapping." I don't take took many angles, I ain't into the scheme tip But if you've heard "Less is more" I'm really a genius Cause bar after bar I be kicking some mean sh** And I feel the same 'bout everybody I get in the ring with He GARBAGE, you trash! [Round 3: Ill Will] We both thinkers my n***a, I'm not into the sh** you trying But you did some me how easy it is to play y'all Where his moms at? b*tch YOU LYING! You made that sh** up But you talk about KOTD like they nerds and it's a queer show Well sh**, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't even be here no mo' R.B.E. called you Kannon whooped yo' a** You tried to clear sh** up with Norbes on the phone, he cooked yo' a** I don't even know why they f** with you, yo' footage looks so trash You should be kissing these nerds shoes, they the only ones that book yo' a** But I wanna get around to, what I wanted to get around to I believe you a fraud a** n***a...and everybody around you You told Rosenberg, "I was 18 when turned 18. In a cell with a lifer. Pops played the block with the rocks in my diaper." My little cousin like, "That real sh**." I said, "No the f** it's not." I said, "Will, Will chill you ain't from that block." I said, "I don't give a f** I still feel like he had a dumba** pops." You mad n***a? Cause you'll prolly follow the tradition Riding with your daughter, got the doggy and the swammy Cops pull you over you like, "Here baby put these baggies in your panties." That's some f*ggot a** sh** Make a n***a wanna come to VA and start blasting thangs But you'll prolly hope baby girl grow up as a shield like Nino when the Italians came You a disgrace, I don't believe the story so I'ma go back to it How do you know his moms was- my n***a You missed a f**ing funeral for a battle, you didn't get sh** fo' And you lost That make you a disloyal b**h...and you soft What if his mom's pa**? God forbid But to him it's nothing tragic His sister like, "Kenny are you going to the funeral?" He like, "Nah, I got Summer Madness." That's your f**ing mother That's not a battle that you should do Or you should go "It's f**ing Summer Madness and they want me to battle Goodz though." But I ain't even 'bout to come with the jokes Cause if your b**h tripping, my dick made to calmer We can fight, but this blade a monster I let the thing sing, Sinead O'Connor Hit you and catch yo' boo K (bouquet) like the maid of honor f** K, the b**h is soft If I call them they rushing (Russian) K; Kalashnikov Soon as I came in this game, I was k**ing, I'm stupid with the sport Your b**h got a venereal disease, it's chewing through the shorts So if you wanna fight, he'll prolly have his man's scrap I knew you was a dork but soon as I see K, man I land (Cayman Island), that's a beautiful resort If there's a problem, they coming, and they'll be in a hurry You'll see nothing but shells, you'll see them in flurries He got a problem with me, dome shot He'll turn up dead like Weekend At Bernies This what y'all wanted to see, but he ain't in the same business I be in I'm never worried God is my witness I'ma win You peaked last year, b**h I'm hitting mine again Gun so loud, I can shoot him in Holyoak and the people in Boston think they racing to the finish line again Boom! But you know what? When I look at you, I see a stupid b**h But I like his tracks though, he nice with the music sh** But I can give your girl a Tina Turner to a b**h While you making a group of hits As soon as I step in I leave you f**ed in the booth What's Love Got To Do With It? 30/30 red beam, give him hickies 20/20 vision, six I's like "Mississippi" You must've tapped into the dumbest part of you And what was f**ed up about that night The whole crowd was retarded too Aye so if that's the case that ain't where the sh** stop After I start blaming ya I'll pull a blade and carve 8 A's in his face like Canada I k**ed you n***a, but I'm still ya folks I just wanna tell n***a that go against Will, your will get wrote n***as say they the best, but I k**ed the G.O.A.T Any ill will towards Ill Will get ill and you will get smoked Yak Town in this b**h