Real Deal - Real Deal vs Head I.C.E. lyrics

[Round 1: Real Deal] {Head I.C.E. impression} I said, s** my dick, straight like that I don't gotta say no punchlines just ICE and they like that I said ya man Buns prolly rock a man bun Y'all f*gs gon' drag checking out ya man buns Pardon my back People watching like, "What the f** is he talking about?" I don't know, I guess Harlem's like that He never makes any sense but bro, I laugh so hard when ICE raps I said I ain't opening no more doors for b**hes, I don't believe in chivalry I talk that Jazz but run sh**, proving points like Pistol Pete I said give me one of the best in New York, look at this sh** you did to me You gave me ICE, Man, he ain't a Top Gun, ICE is (ISIS) somewhere in the Middle East So, what's that make it? Serius problem? But I told you for a rack I'ma be a serious problem You, hard to take serious, problem is you made that Serius bum look like a serious problem But y'all make a hero out of him His pen's garbage but he gets pardoned cause he holds clout to them I'll make a giro out of him, when I wrap his dead carca** in the red carpet you rolled out for him I said y'all turned Zamboni, y'all tried to dust off ICE Then I seen the reaction, I said, "Okay" I turned Ghostface, now I want a piece of the action You, can't f** with my pen, you can't f** with my sword Timeout ICE the kicker is, this ain't even close, I'm still airing him out like I'm trying to run up the score Became a foreman, was watching people work and said, "f** it I'm bored" because I'm four men All you rappers get sonned and addressed the same like every one of them is George Bars! What y'all waiting for? Some angle in the ring? Wait until TNA's on, the sh** I speak is napalm vers' sh** you read and face palm This Harlem heat?! I'd rather 'Ganik book a (Booker) T than put Stevie Ray on And since he rep the streets I hope he die by chopper fire like Stevie Ray Vaughn [Round 1: Head I.C.E.] Watching No Limit movies is the only time you see/C-Murder The only gun you own is by Cheetah Films let's be for real No jokes, any priors/Pryor's you got is Richard movies The only time we cross paths Is if I'm running home after stealing base cause a dummy on your team try to pitch it to me Real, listen to me s** my dick! Straight like that! Cause if me and T-Rex was still beefing you would be on his side And that'll get you punched in your face like that What? Do something Stop all this zebra sh** and show your true colors Since Purple Rain you've been a Prince-ss but I ain't here to jazz up your lifestyle But you scared to give 'em the Blues, Brother The other day a fan asked me like, "Yo ICE, how you feel about the state of battle rap?" I said, "It depends on which state you rapping at." This sh** about views and crews, if you don't got one of the two I suggest you stay in front of the tube but not battle rap It's all entertainment Every rapper on they high horse is still an inch from famous They rap about how much money they got paid or who's clique's the dangerous If you all a part of the street sh** that I can relate to Then why is it so hard for me to pick which clique to hang with? You all soft You? All broad That stupid a** smirk will get you smacked the f** up too With all fours, I ain't kidding with you Shells big as cow's nipples Give 'em down syndrome Soon as the barrel hit his head like Pat and Cal' issue All they gon' say is, "ICE had an Ill-matic like Nas album." Then sh** got real in the ER from a large caliber The deal was never closed cause I k**ed him and got away with it, that's star power You a picnic I've seen cars get hit with Carmello numbers for pitched nicks Only San Antonio can adapt to the Spur of the moments like this sh** While you was pill popping I was still shopping Ran out of bullets and sent my medieval n***as to break in the gun store That's steel shopping Heard you like to try on leggings, heels and wigs Your moms caught you and y'all still shopping In the future I'll probably catch yo' dad getting or giving head to a drag make me give him his cash then, still shot him You the wiener in the corn dog I should Serena Williams smack this ball off or crack your cerebellum with a sawed off Or break the front window of your sister boyfriend Regal with this golf ball Man f** all y'all! Real only real when he got Corona's in him When he home he Homer Simpson If he stealing he either cloning, mimicking or stealing If ICE running out of bars it's a 95% chance I'm coming home from prison Now y'all know the difference, n***a ICE! [Round 2: Real Deal] I Control Everything, I.C.E., right? That's cute When your moniker's an acronym, you should probably pack it in Never f**ing rap again That's corny don't give daps to him He's 40 please don't clap for him He should be somewhere in a Harlem park playing chess with Swave instead of up here battling Your f**ing old a** is one stroke away from redefining Harlem Shaking You so f**ing old you can't tell me ICE age without carbon dating What if my lines was a bunch of incoherent sh** like ICE is? With a grumpy a** delivery like I'm having a mid-life crisis f** that, I slump cats Toronto, I got a pitch like Prices' Y'all see me deliver so many time I should have a midwife's license Look how I roll bro, solo, what the f** I need a team for? Army strong with a Marine corp You couldn't win a meme war This sh** isn't hockey when you see a goon busting through your screen door I put the blade to ICE while his wife is yelling, "Please Lord!" Junior on the computer, I snatch him up off that keyboard I'll stab Anthony and her son (Anderson) and give her something to Scream 4/for Yeah, you know that's nice cause I'm a general Even my notebook 5 stars I got a new way of viewing the sh** now This? How? These lines I wrote through the sniper scope of Chris Kyle Click, blaow! People think you shoot cause you mellow Anthony Well if ICE so that can get nixed/Knicks out I chalk at him twice and bucket at ICE like Crystal Gangsta But I can switch styles I'll pick up your girl with my "act like anything she says is f**ing relevant" swag She thinks it's Netflix And Chill and then she gets to the pad Now her eyeliners running and I'm telling her "Gag!" And I make her take it down like the confederate flag And since she's from the Apple too, it's only right her f**ing head's bobbing Long dick, f** a pitch that b**h wants to stretch option She get hit like Jay Cutler, bare/Bear with no protection The rubber gets tossed and I shoot in her mouth and leave the Magnum at the scene like Hunter S. Thompson Time! [Round 2: Head I.C.E.] {10:00} I said yo Bishop, this motherf**er ain't real I told him "Go see Ace for the hardware. He in the store." This a**hole half an hour later like, What you want out of here?" I'm like, "What? Where you at?" He like, "Ace. The hardware store." f**ing dick I'm God but some of my raps got me feeling like there's demons in me I'm real I feel they all scheming to get me Clip hold a 100, so for lost time I'm squeezing centuries Time will tell, you gotta clock people the second you meet 'em, I should clock you now You can't block a shot, you ain't Ben Wallace I bring a big object it ain't Chris Wallace If I give a person an arm at the time it ain't wristwatches Man f** all that talk about my age and you the gym teacher Cause if I introduce yo' chin to these dick beaters Your next Tales From The Hood gon' be from a chair like the Crypt Keeper If Trevor snooping, he gon' meet the DoggFather My Dogg Pound will k** 'em and tell Nate to hook 'em before he can tell God 'bout us I'm slimming thugging it, Sittin' Sideways and the Benz is government with some bricks in front of it Yo' wife on my dick, she said your debase is suffering She's helping her numbers rise on my pole like this dick Republican Vote for me Vote for me These light jabs, but it's giving Real Deal's ear that same pressure that Mike had Yes that's your wife outside the ring, like Don King Waving that blue, red and white flag She learned about the co*k in the pit I'm just here to thank whoever paid for that flight cla** Cause I be skydiving Picture Real bringing a gun to the high rises If he spinning around in the box with heat he cooking Hot Pockets I don't see rappers, I guess it's cause I got the gift like Ray Or it's these Ray Bans But Frank Lucas wasn't the biggest drug dealer in New York, it was Ronald Reagan Side note Last night at the restaurant when you went to use the bathroom I pour your beer out and pissed in your bottle; side joke Yeah, what you stressing for? Yes it's more Your sister let me sock her like my bottom dresser drawer I don't change nothing I let the remote do it Real just got named but he ain't really go through it I will Ciroc his coconut for my Money, Power & Respect with no music It's gon' look like I beat you with locks/Lox did Kim after the hook before the law move in Take that, take that, Diddy hits For f**ing up my thoughts about Angela I'm not questioning my power I'm talking about Biggie sis' Bow-bow Put something in his Faith like Biggie dick Toronto, if you're walking past the booth and they ask you, "Do you want a Real Deal CD?" Don't give 'em more than 50 cents And when you walk outside...Frisbee it! ICE ni**a! [Round 3: Real Deal] He frisbee'd my disc, thinking that would make me more stressed He said he'd f** my sister, she's dead, you're next They said, "Real Deal vers' Head ICE? ICE will k** him Cause he raps to street cats and I just feel him." Well tell us another war story Brian Williams Tell us how you punched T-Rex He ain't deny it so that's why they all figured Waited four years to go on Vlad like, "It wasn't me. One of my wolves hit ya." So you watched people politic about the news and didn't give us the full picture? You a bullsh**ter, you're not a wolf you're a Wolf Blitzer Big b**h like he's full figured Watch his knees give out quick when I rock him one time like an Easter outfit I said church, no slacking Y'all don't hear me so closed captions Not you, boy in the PJ's dying for stripes, don't gas him My writtens is cold but I can go off of the dome at him Right off of the bat, snap off of the head like Bo Jackson You ain't old fashioned, you Hush Puppies and old fashion There's a difference between breaking my back and Brokeback-ing Lionz Den, was you a lion then? You lying then You swallowed the pride cause Chief Loaded the [?] wouldn't make you a co-captain What'd he tell you? "I-I-I-ICE my beloved, I'm gonna bring you up with me. I-I-I just gotta weigh out my options." But when it came to ICE role, son played old man Straight Outta Compton So instead of always acting Deebo, get your bars up to match your ego I got no idea why white people love him like Starbucks frappuccinos Think about this, they should like you for the fact that you made up your own style But they like you cause they like, "He a felon, a convict. If ICE say it, it go down!" Yet they never met you a day in their lives So the fact that you let them label you so wild You part of the problem in America You so f**ing ignorant, you embrace being racially profiled Yeah that's real sh** They said, "Real sh**" it's Real sh** you gon' get You pathetic old man, dragging your catheter into pissing contests But on a lighter note, you look like every custodian from every school I taught at That used to dap me up when I came to work You look like the over excited black dude who sings baritone during Swing Low when it plays at church You look like the old dude in the hood who complains this new weed is too strong and prefers Jamaican dirt Hold that, cause you look like that same old dude but with no money talking 'bout, "Can you front me man? I get paid the first." You so old you still got a favorite shirt Your career's going nowhere like AIDS research I'm just keeping it a 100 old man You old as f** you still instigating Hold on, I'm just keeping it a 100 old man Damn I'ma call time. I f**ed up my last four [Round 3: Head I.C.E.] He was doing so good until the choke I was a black star before Blackstar I gave you spitters the ropes and trails I got the most quotes in rounds That's why I'm respected from kids in yo' school To lifers watching battle rap DVD's from the door way of they open cell Who holds sh** down? Be real with Real Did y'all know he paid for prostitutes with his battle rap money? I concealed the deal The next couple lines, look at the grill on Deal While I give him the real for real You battled 9DM Got crazy drunk and wandered up at the chicken and waffle next to the Jack London around 9...PM Met a "black ratchet b**h" As you call 'em, yay tall, could tell she used to be thick Cause she was standing there looking like the skinny version of Eightball, MJG I think your other half was 300 so even with his money he ain't no G Gave her a smack on the a**, look, like she picked the right MC Got to the room, gave her the cash for the a**, fell back and fell right to sleep Am I lying? [Real Deal] Absolutely [Head I.C.E.] Liar [Real Deal] 100% [Head I.C.E.] You pa**ed out You can't teach yourself how to manage your own money, how you gon' teach our kids how to cash out? You been rapping like you black since Bad Blood That's bad blood So it got Real in the ER from a large caliber And Fresco walking out the hospital crying to little Trevor like, "It's bad blood I try to kiss my king but, he didn't move We gotta watch how he pick and choose." That's when my car pull up and my son hop out...and snuff little Trevor after he get the news Don't get sh** confused Your GPA is 3.5 or higher, but I'll sell you eighth's for 50 That's 3.5 of sour You mistaking me for the one that got cocoa with him If Ice jacking your beats I probably let YoYo get 'em Tally up, my pink panthers feel they black so they rally up You ain't seen this many OG's rolling to smoke you since Cali blunts You can never be like us I was a felon in Rikers As far as my body count in this rap sh**; I'm the American Sniper k** the messenger, you got hours to bring that money to us Or you honey screw us Then bodies pop up in old suits like the one Norton worked in The Honeymooners Call your goons up Tell 'em to meet me on they block So when I k** 'em they feel he can have the viewing and the funeral in the same spot Blood stink, that ain't no Game diss If you ever sat with bodies you'd know the language He got angles but he needed to be scheming more Cause now he DEAD and his family like, "REAL....Is that really you?" ....to a Ouija Board! ICE ni**a!