Organik - Illipsis vs E. Farrell lyrics

[Round 1: Illipsis] So, this was supposed to be Mook and Farrell, a legend and a mid-tier But Mook ain't want a legend, and also, he doesn't live here! But this an easy win, 'cause E. been a plebian You battled Dot? It's Illipsis, boy! You 'bout to feel like you battling three of him! I'm an egregious reach regent, sh**'s incredibly real Think Glenn from Walking Dead...'cause off the bat, I pop out ahead in the field! I mean, sh**- let's go! I mean, sh**, you know the truth You ain't bringing home the views But your vids got a little pop...boy, you're Mini-Soda Luke! I ain't expect a fan to battle me I'll crush his hopes; try it Put the barrel on him; if he barks, lose the pep, see him go quiet What's amounting to your weight loss plan? He looks spritely, but don't try it Went from Coke, to Diet Coke, to, uh...looks like the Coke Diet! And you battle to get b**hes: that sh** is strange, bro 'Cause they tend to f** with winners, as if he ain't know He catch her out with his opponents, beat to chick, and stay close Then trail her home to see your chance to win a bae go! You trailer-hitchin' Your taste in women fit Bates' description: it's misery Pull my fam with the hammer, there's crazy writtens Payment given If you placing him in the same position Compare E. Farrell to me, you frontin' bands: it ain't Jane's Addiction! I'm playing with him, same with Civic Came prepared to snap, star I beat poets on the road, so I don't care to act hard He told Reverse he could get laid to rest like lazy s** Lazy, heh? It's like you're f**ing trash, how you're getting laid to waste And he dump from the hip like old people Sold that with his typical swag Now, boy you thought was cold lost to me: I GOT THIS sh*t IN THE BAG! 'Cause if he say he pushing beef, he going cow-tippin' Talking extra karyotype: down syndrome Ralph Wiggum 'bout friction? That's something I doubt, pimpin' Go gorilla, just updating this mark's angles: Maoism Dawg, you getting bodied in a round where I just used four schemes Got a grave for this Yankee fitted...and dirt to kick where his dead a** be like a New York meme! That's just salt in the wound Tout a service, time for sage advice Any fan'll tell you that I'm cumin with heat, and you ain't as nice This pap reek of desperation, and now he gon' pay the price Paprika? Chill, E, now Kai and them gotta bump me to raise the spice! Talkin' 'bout a Young Spice Rack That's not the punch I pack? Gonna f** around and knock your whole bloodline flat! I do 'em greasy If it come down to the wire when I'm cooking, it ain't nothing for me to get your grill brushed like that! Collision course: the encore'll leave you numb like that Empty bottle: make him wonder where the upside at I'll peg this chump's type fast You a punchline cat with a tough-guy act They promised me a main course, now I got a fun-sized pack of sun-dried snacks! Die fast Let's go! [Round 1: E. Farrell] He said something about me doing coke and losing weight Sometimes I do coke, sometimes I do dope; that depends But on some real sh**, you have such f**ing skinny jeans, I'm embarra**ed as f** and really just want to get fat again Van' City, Canada! Welcome to the battle scene- yeah, that too Welcome to the battle scene, b**h! It's been a long time coming like I ain't have to skeet quick I should've battled him in June, gave Nat a mean clip Then re-matched here to son him twice on some Tatooine sh**! You home, but if we gamble, then your luck'll run out Like Santa Claus canceled, ain't gon' be no bucks on the house! You be punching, but you tough as a mouse Red Wings: I eat this p**y, even with the taste of blood in my mouth! What the f** is you ‘bout? It wasn't smart, taking action Think you got a shot, but off-the-rocker: Mark David Chapman! Your name's Illipsis; why look for a spec? That means words that aren't even important enough to put into text But they pushing you next, and I'm the one who's here to show the way? Well, go and say I'm a benchwarmer; that means I ain't known to play! A motivational desktop calendar is how my flow's portrayed ‘Cause off top, I'll have ‘em ripped with throwaway quotes for days! Now, that's enough rapping ‘bout rap I'm crazy, Lips I will steal your phone just to tweet, “I won!”- then favorite it Then upload the chick that you're almost dating's naked flicks To an album that I'll name, “Girl Who Curved Me's Greatest Hits” You left GZ drunk, was doing more than takin' sips For the record, I'll put down a Guinness and break your sh** Then gouge your eyes out, make them drip Then see your profile change a bit with a thumbnail like I just switched my Facebook pic! That means you'll get ghost with the hands: that's a Ouija board Or see the metal in secs: that's a Beetleborg As far as beefin', I'm just seasoned more And he's a gourmet chef, but this a spice rack that ain't nobody seen before But there's a reason for this match that seems ignored You want the Don't Flop champ next, just to even scores? But if you see an eagle soar, it's ‘cause I brought the peace ashore It's America stopping the North from getting to Soul: b**h, this the Korean War! I'm different! And this f*ggot's getting worked, that's the fruits of labor Willie pulled the plug on your career; I'm just here to, do a favor Then pronounce your last name wrong just to prove it later It's funny how Schumacher's cause of d**h is euthanasia! Yeaaaah! Asian kids make shoes… Know I'm saying, Sean? It's crazy how you're still talking smack Deep-dish pizza: what I'm cooking's putting Ill on the map! The kid been so poppin', but I will not relax I hold it down while turning up: that's a pill bottle cap! So, don't talk to me ‘bout how your motto be “Quality” ‘Til you battle in Australia and cop a koala tee! Honestly, you should probably quit This is quantity and quality, and you're just quality sh**! Swallow a dick, man! M-Town [Round 2: Illipsis] So I wasn't on Ganik vs. Gully I would've asked for a known threat But neither knew I should've been captain, so both dead Mercenary: I'd have whooped the new jack around all head sh**, if I showed up, I'd have cooked the whole cla** like it's Home Ec! And I ain't trying to fight for my rounds like it's their fault, though It's just hard to find someone with stripes in the crowd: Where's Waldo? So now it's a mirror match What you doing, Farrell? You in peril Pen'll put a fake b**h through the mirror like it's Lewis Carroll Grinning with a clear body: got that Cheshire Cat swagger Have a fake cap dump in your tea like the Mad Hatter I told Spice he ain't doing sh**: I control Spice Ain't want a 3-0, then it's B.O.: he gon' need that Old Spice! Was that delivery rushed? What you afraid to express? Can't catch a break on tracks, that screech is painful at best I'm railroading his career to a Canadian d**h And now there's blood on my hands…b*tch, I GET THE SCRUB OUT THE DAMN SPOT LIKE LADY MACBETH! A guilty conscience Get paid in blood money, got filthy pockets Orchestrate your organ placement: the Villainous Philharmonic I said Lady MacBeth, but his wifey is really Scottish Gave her dick until she blue in the face: William Wallace! It takes a brave heart to f** her, she ain't out to hide the facts Super Mario: your boo gets around behind your back! And now there's nothing left to pursue This chump thought “The Icebreaker” was a wrestling move! She the only f**ing women ever slept with this dude So now your shirt size got more f**ing exes than you! I see him channeling his rage, say he might tote a weapon Angry midget: man's existence is a microaggression Don't know why I run my mouth, he's like, “Guys, I'm gutter now!” f**ing hillbilly, probably doing drive-bys from his house! Well, I'm different: I'm not the one to start boxing with I let my hands talk for me: they make dark promises f** around, get him buried in a large obelisk I got a box made by Farrell: that's a sarcophagus! Say that sh**'s not true b**h, f** you! Curse if open up the grave and rip son's crew on sight like it's King Tut's tomb! So face d**h or a new biz I mean, sh**, he could watch me practice it Try as he might, he see my work in despair: Ozymandias! Your whole style suggests that you get no paper Try a stunt, then get benched: that's the Yellow Ranger Squad full of yes men, like “Forget those haters!” This wigger looking like he dressing in an echo chamber But he's loyal to his team, he shows that crew love And that's something I respect: I gotta dap dude up You really go the extra mile repping Man U, huh? ‘Cause you even put the Man U back in “Man, you s**!” That's Two! [Round 2: E. Farrell] So, y'all remember the cover of the Goosebumps book Night of the Living Dummy? (Yeah!) Now, picture his jaw drawn with two vertical lines like that isn't funny Plus, this clown is a Smack fan, and looks like a ventriloquist doll…so I'mma sit him down with the backhand! You's a f**ing trash can on any given try Getting put under the wing and fried like a chicken thigh There won't be sh** to make up when y'all see ‘Lipsis in disguise Gene Simmons' last show: this is your final kiss goodbye! Word to every locker that you'd fit inside at Hipster High The only way you could be less fresh is if you died! I mean, say you got a ounce of swag, the sh**'s a lie Your name's Nat, and that's ‘cause you buggin' if you ever even claiming you a little fly! Like, l'il homie, you don't pose a threat The type to die from a bong hit Ain't even strong enough to hold…your breath! But you probably knew this, so like the Gospel of Judas in the future, gon' see yourself getting stoned to d**h! Now that's some Biblical sh** that Illipsis would spit The fans got him thinking, “Rapping ‘bout Christians'll hit! b**hes is quick to eat it up, like some Kibbles n' Bits!” But like the Jewish Bible, I'mma get to flipping the script Like, against Isaac Knox, you had questioned his practice It was a “devilish” act and one “hell” of a tactic Disrespectful and bad, b**h! ‘Cause some substances best kept unlocked behind closed doors: think medicine cabinets Now, I prayed before my flight here, just out of habit That my jet wouldn't crash, and trip end in a casket God spoke, He said, “You're good, but one request when you're at it: When you get to the battle, tell Illipsis that I said he's a f*ggot!” I said, “My Lord, you the homie! What else the f** I need to do? I'll strike him with the fear of God: that's how your son was treated, too!” That means I'll nail you at the cross ‘til my knuckles bleed and blue You'll wake up three days later, saying, “WHAT WOULD JESUS DO!?” Yeah, Jesus, dude! So, even if you'll plan on murking E I'll have you in front of WorldStar, like the planet Mercury And it'll cut you to the core Your atheist friends will see your views, and be like, “Sorry! We don't f** with you no more!” Like, let me guess: you're f**ing real edgy, so you ain't trying to be saved Like Moses, we can see that's what's caused a divide in your wave The sh** I said was jokes, ‘cause on the real, God loves you But if I came out the womb looking like this f**ing kid, I'd probably have a grudge, too! See, I'm just jealous you went viral more times than me And got looks from the Web that not even spiders see Makes me wanna use a real gun as a prop, fire three Antics will be the d**h of you, b**h: that's Lyme Disease! Don't try with me, like you on a level deeper But I smoke mad joints out of Bible paper, so I probably won't reach Heaven either! [Round 3: Illipsis] I don't know where this guy came from: Cotton-Eye Joe But out of all the battle rappers, you're the softest I know And I'm not the first one that you got bodied by, though But I'll still mock him for the room like Tommy Wiseau! You got me feeling like a magician, I thought the audience knew But you can miss the sleight of hand if you ain't watch for the cues First, I got a volunteer put in a box for the views And then, a couple minutes later, saw a body in two! That's pledge and turn, but enter third, I'll be leaving a trick exposed ‘Cause I'm outside of the box with prestige: I'mma k** a clone I'll break bills while you been ducking, trying to write iller schemes Quentin Coldwater: see, you just f**ed yourself over trying to find filler, E! You hungry and ducking battles: f** different, you're unusual Wanna play God? I turn the mob against you like The Crucible! Coward will say he good in a scrap, with a big smile Then say he'll catch a case if I a**ail him, I'm just thinking, “Witch trials?” ‘Cause his style? Just a subconscious juxtaposition Of guns and d** that he's grippin' with a cuddly image Well? The way a man'll clock a false face: where's the BatCave? Homie, if they feel it in the traps, it was back dey! Man, saying that you spraying with the drum, the ‘matic, the iron, E? When the only clapping gotta come from fans of DRAMATIC IRONY!? I f** with E! It's tongue-in-cheek! Y'all really think E's clever? Son style one title: PG's Big Adventure! Saying that he's different suggests that I can't copy him All you do is ad hominem, then add h*monyms ad nauseum! I made fun of it in the first, but, dawg, you do it, too My guy, your whole style cheesy: Gouda for you! Nah, on the contrary, we're fans, but facing a great barrier ‘Cause what'll ma** effect when you keep playing the same character!? He mentioned violence, its expressive license Liar looking like he never learned what exercise is With a pen and right fist, and with me, every line hits I hook money: boy floating like the Nevermind kid! Grit him like this, I have weaponized wit You are such a con man you crashed the Enterprise ship! You a gentrified prince, and since Jeff your sidekick He could get lifted by the strap: I Jazzy-Jeff'd your sidekick! b**h, whatever god you pray to, guarantee they not listenin' I'm Ob Nixilis, iron rod scriptures of lost innocence Cooking each opponent: the plate turn to hot dishes But I eat whatever food I've been given: I'm omnivorous! Knuckle-dragging, cave-dwelling troglodyte! Gloves off, I got him iced like a hockey fight Harsh winter, bandwagon looking soft tonight Ho, I came to turn Surprise Party to the Donner type! Ruffled style: we get compared because the pen is filthy Daddy laughing at your quotes, and that's respect to Willie Guess you laughing at the thought that you could ever k** me b**h, you aren't close to my level, and you never will be It's Illipsis, king whisper, I'm in business You sh**-talk, I talk that sh**: it's a big difference [Round 3: E. Farrell] OK, so I got some, like, real sh** to talk about… I always wanted to battle Nat 'cause that's my mother's name...what a shame! This like my fresh white T just got a mustard stain My bars are like s** slaves that escaped (Why's that?) Them b**hes off the f**ing chain! And got these bums shaking in the streets, with no cup of change YOU fu*kING LAME! Goofy as can be First opponent I ever had that's got 3-0'd way worse by puberty than me! The type to hit on ten year-olds like it don't seem real crazy With excuses like, "She said she was a leap-year baby!" My dude! That is not the way it works! I would normally tell you to grow up, but that would probably make it worse! You live in your grandma's basement and get ha**led When she catches practicing your raps in the mirror...for text battles! That's all facts! That's how we know that you're heartless! I bet your Tinder profile says, "Looking for: Opponents to spar with!" You have a swear jar at your house, and cannot fight Your mousepad's the only place you curse or move a hand on sight! That's all right! Your life's an actual circus I had to touch on that like screen protectors: barely scratching the surface And shout-out Cop', but this the match-up that's worthless 'Cause you had a debatable with a dude who choose to lose EVERY BATTLE ON PURPOSE! That's why he's Kylie Jenner if you heard that 'Lipsis blowing up I'll have him die from just a line, like he's sniffing dope that's cut But if he 'bout to get it twisted like he licked an open dutch Like a hula girl's top, I'll split this b**h's coconut! Malt 40 bust your head: I call that grip a Cobra Clutch Then raise fours like skateboard decks: they flipping over trucks Military-grade straps, and if I lift, the globe is f**ed I'll have a rack looking different like I hit a Solo cup Black Friday sale: I'll put up on a Target for cheap Then peel off on him in the van and leave a mark in the streets With a goon on both sides, both armed with the heat That's three dots in Illipsis' mouth: you are what you eat! See, this what happens when you ga**ed up and playing with fire They seeing smoke, well, I'm taking it higher I won't be satisfied to say I retired So I can go one year without someone misspelling my name on a flyer Guys, don't be mad, I'mma say it as well I guess I kinda made up for that 'cause I just f**ing gave him an L See, this my third main stage- He was supposed to say it This my third main stage, and I ain't give a weak prep I put in more leg work than when a millipede steps Win, lose, or draw, it's time I get to k**ing these bets So, with that being said, LIL G'S NEXT!!! That was a great battle and all, but listen, fam I ain't gon' share at once if you don't make me some of that f**ing food you be posting to Instagram! Man, let's go, man!