Soul (Battle Rapper) - Caustic vs Soul lyrics

[Round 1: Soul] So, they're like, “Soul, you think Caustic's gonna play you for a mark?” I said it doesn't matter This'll be the last battle they do on the card Then I seen we're on day one This should've been day two from the start Cause if he try punk me, we'll have to host day 2 in a park Cause I ain't f**in scared of you, and I don't care how hard I hit I don't care how big you are and I don't care who started it Cause when Bigg K put it on him, we seen him start to sh** And make more excuses for the third round than Charlie Clips Like, “Listen to me, K. Listen to me, K.” Your voice is filled with broken gla** How'd we listen to it break? I mean, we're similar in ways We both got pushed by someone bigger than us, mate But the difference is you b**hed out and I hit you in the face So b-b-b-bully who? You think I'm actually shook of you? Well I'm not, cause you'd bully him, but there's no way that he'd bully you And they say you're not a bully anymore ‘cause a bully bullied you But you pick and choose who you bully, and that's exactly what bullies do So he's gonna try intimidate me, and I'll just stand staring I don't know who the f** that this man thinks this man scaring But being overly offensive ain't really my— I'm playing Translation: he'll get wopped in his boat like his grandparents You think that's racist? I used to visit my grandad for a cup of tea You can't visit your grandad without a f**ing fleet of submarines Your baby mum is peak Guess that's some sh** she never learned before Your whole ancestry died on the boat, why the f** she still got scurvy for? She's like your great grandmum, ‘cause she a dirty who*e with herpes sores And a bloated up guido that washed up on Jersey Shore Further more, your kid's ugly Stop posting pictures with that little b**h She fell out the ugly tree, hit every single twig, then got pistol whipped I got a next bar, and the RSPCA are gonna be pissed at this But when she gets older, you're gonna need a lot of makeup for that guinea pig No man will ever wanna be with her Oh wait, its a boy? That's even worse! It's no surprise Look at how that f*ggoty wop's been reared His mum's strange out on rock with Cadalack Ron And you're just mad cause she copped his gear She's like the Fourth Birthday bouncer, ‘cause she got sacked from her job this year She went cable and they were like, “Damn, she's the nastiest dog in here.” [Round 1: Caustic] He's talking sh** about my son Those are some great bars I mean, that was f**ing great man I mean, what are you gonna fight him next? I'm pretty sure you're in his weight cla** I'm in a whole nother league, so it don't matter what you say Cause you were only good for one event You're like Battle of the Brave And I don't want to spend the whole f**ing battle Talking about this sh** for half a day So let's go ahead and get all this obvious sh** right out of the way Do you wanna know what getting punched by you is really like? Right before you hit me, I swear to god someone screamed “pillow fight” So you want to try again, go ahead and try it, b**h But I don't know why you act violent Especially when your tiny fists are f**ing softer than dryer lint I'm kind of sick, dog, and I'm not into taking losses And I've never seen you fight, but you giving f**ing excellent face ma**ages You mention the f**ing punch every battle Okay, that's enough He's so f**ing proud of that cheap shot; you brave little c*nt Then you f**ing turned tail and ran like a b**h Cause I wasn't phased by the punch Luckily for you, I know how to be the bigger man, in more ways than one You tried to save Jeff and you made him look weak You gave me your best punch and I ate that sh** like a G If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing Cause I'm willing to bet, if the shoe was on the other foot I bet that little Jeffy P wouldn't hesitate to do the same thing to me That's real sh** That's why I'm k**ing this faker See, violence ain't the only way that you can deal with a hater See, you've barely broke a hundred thousand views in your life And just to keep it real with you, player If I would've hit you back, you would've woke up a f**ing million views later Look at this sh**; you see that? That's just like your whole style, dog, it's just f**ing smoke and mirrors If you would've never hit me back then, nobody would even know you're here I dictated your next move, I'm your evil overseer Kim Jong-un: I've got power over Seoul, Korea/Soul career If I ever see you in the States, then I'm dropping his a** I'm known to dissect motherf**ers like a biology cla** I got a snub thirty-eight that'll body this f*g And I keep that sh** on my waist like a colostomy bag And I forgot one, but I don't give a f** Cause I'll let the pistol smoke I'll leave you floating in a river, bro My guns got a secret they promised not to tell a living Soul That's one [Round 2: Soul] He said he's got power over Seoul like Kim Jong-un That's the sh** that he on, man? Bruv, King Jong-un's for North Korea You should know that from your peon gang Arsonal and Verb are the two big names who have faced him And both times, that was you replacing Shotty ‘cause he couldn't make it So if you ever think your'e ever f**ing getting the chain That's cute, but the only time the staff ever mention your name Is when Gully's like "Some say Shotty isn't gonna show up And that's what the talk is about,” And Organik's like “fu*k! Is Caustic around?" Well its clear… What we do here... Is take back the deposit that's down in Shotty's account, cause it to bounce Then book the coke head racist for a quarter of the amount.” Now that's unfair… But you still there... Because you're a clown, obviously down To take any chance you get To call black people "moolies" without them knocking him out Bruv, you and Cadalack Ron have the exact same fan base He's like, “Come on, how can I have hate for a man's race? Some of my best friends wear black face.” So when your Klan mates had the word, they were pissed, G Heard what happened in Atlanta, that you got turned into mincemeat Ain't them the ones normally that light crosses and burn Mississippi? Then how the f**'s the racist the one getting burned by a Big T? Look, you called Big T a chunky monkey Are you dumb? Then you called John John a slave Bruh, that's too much Well you're in inner city London They gon rush him, man, this dude's f**ed Open up those old wounds, they'll open up some new ones Listen, I talked to the rapper that sold you coke last time he was in this town He said he was looking at you like you look at Big T “sh**, that guy's three-hundred-odd pounds.” Then you said you wanted a discount? With what he'd snort up his snout? If he gave you three percent off, he'd have to remortgage his house I'm saying nobody can take blow like their noses can Thrown out the club, and he don't play Kotal Khan He had to change soda brands, ‘cause he bought bare Cola cans And not one single one of them would share coke with Dan [Round 2: Caustic] You said your homie sold me coke That's just amusing to me I mean, have you ever f**ing met me in your life? Everybody knows I only do it if it's free You clearly not the tough guy that you clearly pretended to be I'll never accept defeat from some little weirdo with yellow teeth We may be cool tomorrow, but tonight, I'm here as your enemy I only came to cross the line like Syrian refugees Nice overbite, Shorty Spice Why you picking on me for? Maybe you want to try someone more your size He's the cheap victory type I know the type He's the sort of guy that picks Oddjob every time on GoldenEye No proximity mines, he goes straight for the golden gun stage I met you before; I know this f** face Are you this ugly all the time, or you going through a rough phase? You got Kurt Cobain's hair and Courtney Love's face So it's Fresh Coast Your pen game - less dope Real men don't watch d**h Note Your whole persona's based on some Japanese kids' show Little b**h, I bet you get your hair done by Fresco What's it like being a b**h, dog? I'm asking for a friend He writes a couple bars about cartoons and he's a savage with the pen So, welcome to another episode of “Anime with Jed” Or maybe he's gonna tell us about the time he went to Canada...again Oh, and you made a friend Oh, he's in a long-distance relationship Be honest, bro, how f**ing stupid do you feel every time you say that sh**? No? They're called groupies dog You aren't supposed to wife them up and date the b**h The only reason he even still talks to Organik Is cause he can't afford to pay for trips Don't you find it strange as sh** that you and you girl's whole relationship Is based on whenever the next World Domination is? You're five foot three, with f**ed up teeth Who wouldn't want to get with you? I mean it's Jed Mitchell His girlfriend blew more guys in ninety minutes than a Chelsea ref whistle He still try to tell people that he's really the headliner Just cause you lost to Cee Major doesn't mean it's okay to F Minors Oh, you don't like it when I talk about your girl What you staring at, b**h? She's sixteen years old, you can't marry that b**h Every rapper in Toronto been sharing that b**h I will EMC, Mac Sherry that b**h You can't cross the threshold you can't carry that b**h I got a Glock nineteen and I carry that b**h I will Ol'D.B., Mariah Carey that b**h I will Bruce Almighty Jim Carey that b**h [Round 3: Soul] If you buy into his sh**, then you're basically an idiot You're talking about the sh** I did; let's talk about what I didn't, b**h I didn't switch on Arcane to get in with Diz; that's snitching sh** I didn't bullied into a Twitter b**h; that's b**hy sh** I didn't think, “I'll battle my good friend, then bring up his Dead homie, then sh** my f**ing pants when he say he'll split my sh**.” That's all b**h-made sh** he did since our little incident But he wants to call me a little b**h? For swinging fists? That's ridiculous “Aw, my daddy died when I was five.” Yeah, no f**ing sh** he did You wouldn't be such a f**ing spineless f*ggot if he lived Mister “it's just words, it's just words,” to cover up his ignorance Then spit some sh** sniffling, voice quivering; you're a hypocrite But no doubt your kid'll grow up f**ing well-adjusted f**ing weekend dad taking him out in the car that he's selling d** in Can't take him on holiday cause you know you won't get through customs But you can get busted Cheating on your wife the same day you battled Jeff in London Oh… This sh** just got incredibly real Bruv, you want me to list off all the named that you attempt to conceal? Talk about that phone call at Bam's house, turn into the wrestling heel? That's what f*ggots like you do This is real-life incredibly real This is your daddy being dead to you real Growing up without a father, and how you're still effected by real Being too young to even make sense of it real Doing the same sh** to the kid that you're a blessing to real Now that's depressingly real Think about it: no father figure, juvenile detention appeals Now you're grown-up, weapons to peel, f**ing h**ne deals Trying to avoid that second possession-with-intent sentence repeal I'll do you one better: growing up with a f**ing single mother prepping his meals Leaving him with the same scars you have that never would heal [Round 3: Caustic] Well, that was f**ing amazing Look at this f**ing guy, he's literally shaking I mean, I think he only choked ‘cause he got nervous trying to picture me naked I wrote the book on this disrespect sh**, dog ‘Bout to open a chapter Cold as Alaska Four-four leave your f**ing dome in the rafters This is the final testament for anyone who said Soul been a factor I said Nah Everything I write will get money left behind, now that's a sole benefactor Can't f** with me Roll publicly with cold cutlery Might get yourself stuck-up for acting so uppity No touching me; my whole company roll up with me Soul stole Loe's whole flow so comfortably Claiming you fathered the style when you don't even got sole custody And your hoe knows what's up with me Tell that b**h I got some s**m to swallow You ‘bout to get knocked out your Timeline And not to Mention I got your Bird to follow This Soul f*ggot's been acting sick He's not coming into work tomorrow Or ratchets like Volkswagens The d**h of Jed'll be a German model All you talk about is The f**ing Wire, every battle That's where you get your little criminal raps His hero's Omar Gay gangster that took dick in his a** You may be the champ over here, but to me, you a rookie still I'm more of a Sopranos guy Talking through the wire‘ll get this Big p**y k**ed And now, unfortunately, there's something I got to mention, y'all I mean, Soul always been on the up and up But after I saw this, I had to second guess him, y'all Somebody linked me to a post that you posted on a forum And I can't help but read it all Where you went into detail about how you suffer from depression And one day you almost tried to end it all What kind of depression? Could you picture him crying and stressing? Giving all kinds of confessions to some licensed physician inside of a sentence I swear to God Every time you've attempted suicide it's just another cry for attention But I find it pathetic ‘cause there's no such thing as a suicide attempt You either wanted to die or you didn't You got problems with your life? Just accept that sh** You crying about suicide online? I don't get that sh** k** your f**ing self I don't respect that sh** Go somewhere and shoot your f**ing self like a webcam b**h Your fate's already been decided I mean the whole thought process behind it, it's weak-minded I suggest you f**ing f**ed up the first time, then you re-try it If the noose slipped, then you get back on the chair and you re-tie it So why you talking to me? I mean, you proved three years ago you ain't boxing with me You almost bodied yourself, you're suppose to body me? Next time you try to k** yourself Remember, it's down the road, not across the street You are f**ing pathetic, pity party for one Go ahead and go home to your home Fife Cause that whole fight says a lot about you, bro You've been running from your problems your whole life That's three p**y