Soul (Battle Rapper) - Ness Lee vs Soul lyrics

[Round 1: Ness Lee] Take over, the break's over, wigger [Round 1: Ness Lee] Take over, the break's over wigger God MC, Lee, straight yola No shake no baking soda dispose of ya lame doja I can't wait to light up this square n***a chain smoker So this the new dude they pushing trying to get him views I'll get him chewed with one bar in a round, letter Q You let him loose to let him lose, think he's on my level You're the 40 Year Old Virgin, you're putting this p**y on a pedestal You're getting screwed if I shoot...s** pistol You better have arms coming out of arms, yep, Vishnu That's a Hindu reference but I'll get back to that Let's return to the surface of this soul book I've read into Your name is Jed Mitchell, know what rhymes with Jed Mitchell Ness hit you, neck issues Tecs, pistols, kick you in your leg, trip you Dead, crippled, n***a you have the swagger of wet tissue Let's be honest... You a awkward white n***a b With these little depressed gothic-like tendencies He's Walter White in his schemes, but real life He walks by I wanna stomp some life into him till my conscious side intervenes True or false, Blackout 3 the second time Drake came All the rappers got to Toronto the same day Met in front of the telly we took pictures and exchanged names I leave to go to my room and see you in a strange place Tucked away safe in the lobby with this ashamed face I say hey, shake hands wave and say g'day mate I slept a few hours woke up at 8:00, I shaved, ate Made my way back downstairs and you was still in the same place Me and my n***a Harsh had coerced some girls to come get us Diz already had some birds with him set up Everybody had a flame from dimes to sloppy in between But if you pulled anything you shoulda learned to stretch better Boy I'm absurd with every word I get better With every verb I'm trying to curb my furthest personal measure And you never heard a more clever verse from a bird of my feather So yeah I was irked I couldn't remember my words against Sevah That just means I gotta take it out on this nerd bird He gone learn or earn him an urn or permanent stretcher Shoot'em a curve he'll serve as the catcher When I Toledo panic bu*ton him and we ain't even working together [Round 1: Soul] I'm just gonna keep it real, to me you're one of the dopest rappers that made it through Wordplay and cadence too... it's nothing but love... I can only say what's true But what the f** were you thinking when you said you're "crazier than crazy glue" Oh... ain't that you? Oh Ness Lee... Then forget the first 2 bars... he's wack and I hate this dude Dopest in the south you ain't that f**ing hard mate And no way you're Elliot Ness, cause in his career, he managed to catch up to Scarface Think about it… dopest in the south… not on my watch I was on Limewire in '08 freestyling to "My Block" Plus Young Jeezy, Kriss Kross, Andre, T.I, Jon You need to revisit your status like Timehop And those are just some names that are colder from the A f** the dopest in the south, you ain't the dopest in your state It's a white lie, a myth, how's my guy the king When his tracks get sonned by CyHi The Prynce Other people carry your state, the truth's out liar I ring bells I'm the new town crier Your state's like his new house when you blew out your cookout fryer Cause you both rely on other people to put out fire f**ing crawling on the floor tryna escape through the catflap Scared to breathe around the air he in (Aryan) like Anne Frank Rep faded, that's that, get traded, Nasdaq So much heat in the pad, he having flashbacks Scratch that, insurance scam man had the last laugh Now it's hand bags, glad rags, flash jags, cracked crab Gabbana man bags, Tax bracket half capped He survived the fire, we saw through it like Mad Max f**ing piece of sh**, scamming rap music, for p's and sh** But he got Karma in the form of a scheming b**h that cheats on him Now that ain't something she'll admit, but how do you not see the hints It plays "how could you be so heartless" when her beeper rings On Fridays, it's night babe, kiss him on the cheek and dip She out all night f**ing Heartless and swinging from Conceited's dick I blame The Saurus, she ain't beat him since Peter did He ain't seen the chick he sleeping since that Grecian myth like Oedipus [Round 2: Ness Lee] I said I'll smack your dumb a** Your girl shorter than Sonny If I was a pedophile I'd snatch her young a** This weirdo pretty much admitted that Loe Pesci created his style That'd be great if I hadn't already made him my child So if I kilt the guy that made you this may take you a while But give me one good reason you shouldn't have stayed in the crowd You prolly got a Bender tat on your back Come on you can admit it plus the fact that you rap Exactly like him, and your girl lives in Canada, Facts Y'all probably met on a Flight Distance battle rap chat Back when I's packing a Mac in the back of the lac You was swagger jacking Patrick from his slacks to his hat You and Osa battled you barely came at him in fact He coulda stabbed your grandma you'd hand him the handle for that No matter where you're at you land on they're sack asking for Pats on the back as if that can grant you the talent to actually rap I'll backgammon backhand him till he admit to snatching The patterns they spat after the fact you talentless twat Remember when I was gonna beat up Loe Pesci for being so messy That sh** played on his dome heavy He all in his room like "I gotta get this Ness guy murdered" Drinking, taking tablets like dishonest Best Buy workers He wrote in his diary in broken english in cursive All caps screaming n' cursing like I just wanna beat him and hurt him Take my knee and insert it knee deep in his sternum Then I seen him in person and didn't think it was worth it Ya little awkward a**, dog you rap and that is how awkward sounds You live in an awkward house without living in Okwerdz' house You wanted to k** me that's like walking in Bonnie's house Seeing her on the couch with lots of money... It's the thought (thot) that counts You too cold for who, fool, do you know I do own Lucifer's shoes to move through the snow And who got your dude losing to Soul? I'm looking at you sideways like, I was waiting on you from the doe Let's get it clear boy we are not peers boy I see the future you getting destroyed here boy I'm clairvoyant there's no avoiding you hear boy And I feel like roasting bring dat a** hear boy You ol "I wallow in sorrow" face a** n***a You ol "you got a trench coat I can borrow" face a** n***a You ol, "I got a lotta homework I'ma do it tonight Then go and shoot up the school tomorrow" face a** n***a [Round 2: Soul] This the last market where there's people you think I can't compete with Well you'll be some of the last two I follow Fibonacci's sequence They think Ness'll crush me, but this my bread and bu*ter Plus they thought you'd crush Swave, but you got head topped brother You see - Ness got flustered, over what Jed's got covered Down to a science, in cruise control like L Ron Hubbard Plus every time you battle a black dude, your bars get thug Like you mixing down and pitching out the cartel's d** But all that time not walking made his arms swell up So if he working out the traps, that's a barbell shrug Bro you are well loved, you know who you are, so rep it Be like your broke legs, bone tendons, don't stretch it Say the Steeler ram in their dome, I'll put money he won't, dead it He'll take half back, so i'll match that… whatever Jerome Bet is (Jerome Bettis) Soul Pettis, you a bantamweight with one bangin' tape like Caraway He the man in state? I'll Axe the A, Atlanta braves batting cage That money was sound, I sculpted these rounds, that cash is clay (Ca**ius Clay) ....And this sh** would make Mohammad change back his name I'm back to old fashioned ways, give a f** if what I'm rapping they catch today Think him being black clouds that vision? What I drop, burn him over the head like acid rain You masquerade, Bruce Jenner cause you felt you had to change Just cause other man would say that they raised ratchet K's You went from RCA to getting smashed by Swave, how the f** does that feel You went from R Kelly, Parton, Presley, Usher and Seal To Tony D's lone defeat when he struggled with Real Cause they can't get in touch with T-Pain, since he f**ed up his deal And it probably didn't do much for your rep with RCA When they found a bunch of beats made by T-Pain on Ebay And the jokes thing is you probably helped all those guys Cause you make incredible beats, and you get bread on the side And that's Ness' career cause if he tells them he rhymes He'll be sitting on the shelf till he dies They say you're ahead of your time, so you won't get any shine But that's enough about his career, and the dent in his pride Cause I could spend three minutes on what one sentence describes Always the Bridesmaid, never the bride [Round 3: Ness Lee] I said well it's the third round, it's the part where I gotta move you You keep mentioning T-Pain, it's unfortunate I gotta let that auto tune you n***a I told you four years ago we would probably battle, now we're finally meeting And Eurgh gets the finder's fee for this minor league beating But you climbed no higher than me, why? For these reasons You might just be peeking (peaking) like hide and seek cheating I said your time is over, no need to fight it b, I'll find your v And end your life with two 9's fused together that's Siamese treatment Your wifey acting like a speed demon You gone come home early one night and find that she's creeping He told me his shorty was acting like a who*e again So I told him get over hurr like Aye Verb quoting Scorpion I convinced him to leave her, texted her that I work from four to ten She came to my job at 8:00, s*utty exes for the win Now he staring at me like he wanna do something I'm feeling fairly scrappy what you tryna do cuzzin? I'm with it sir you better get the burner Cause as far as hands, I'm down to throw them over stairs/stares like attempted murder I'm known to let 'em fly like the old Kobe When I throw a right you're likely to find your soul floating If we box I'll beat you till your skin turns black and blue They gone be online debating whether you white or gold homie I know, ye'en tryna get buried I feel ya But you'll pay with your life don't worry I'll bill ya And clean it up first things first if I k** ya I cover all bases like a dirty outfielder I'm nauseous, you made me face this s**er s** a sausage You're unaccomplished find a draw bridge try jumping off it And what is all this other nonsense about you punching Caustic? ...Dog that's f**ing awesome I should give you a couple dollars But I digress, I'll take your rib, you'll never get your baby back You're really not an emcee, you only faking that And you really want to prove me wrong so I raise the tax Show me you can do it like this, now I'ma make you rap Fourth quarters are preferred it's less pressure I'm the perfect defender for the tournament ender Ye'en heard the word I'm the desert bird on the dresser I'm certainly worse than Serbian weather the first of December And it has been determined forever that I will be determined forever To rid the earth of every nerd in suspenders Then I'm murdering Bender, return to his funeral service Do the bird is the word, the Shmurda dance and merge em together, ya heard Ayo Bender, I been calling you out for years, where you beent? Next time you call me out in a battle, make sure you win that [Round 3: Soul] Lee endgames's a free checkmate Cause his set ups all over the place, he's playing chess with DNA So tonight, will B3 L's... like he's playing chess with DNA When he bish up next to a rook... like he playing chess with DNA See a pawn's what you be to (B2) these dudes, so that's where he moved But they opened up the D 2, so the queen took a free rook Put it simply, he's been used, so call me Aryan, but these views Is deep blue, a machine too, he lose in three moves Idun Beechu? Beat who? Give a beat to me you couldn't beat Tumi too? See dude's schemes drew, weave through and it leaves smooth So it seems cool but the ease you, do what he do and appeal to The cheap ooh's, deceitful Need proof? It must be true if I can beat dude and teach you What Lee do with the same style that he use It's simple as sh**, you stick to the script like a read-through Think I'm sick of this bit? I'm sticking with it, that's a preview I'll breeze through, Bones Jones, go Ham'll defeat you f** the towel that your team threw, if we lose it's a DQ Get dough, Jeet Kun, we Bruce Lee's crew Wake up from the dream too when I teeps you with Kareem's foot This the game of d**h, bruv I had to fight my way up the tiers too Now the Scot's (Scott) going beast mode like Teen Wolf But after KOTD flew this Lee dude to the beach to Not get past C3P0, like R2D2 in a green room p**y, this battle rap sh**'s something you bleed through Nah you camel toe, seen his V through his jeans too like Evisu It's a game boy, made it past an elite few, now you beat blue For that money, I read, black for the green too like a healed bruise This is Soul Volume 2, that's equal, to Lee cubed This the PC he use to make beats through When it crash, and then reboot, but the screen blue And the CPU freeze too, cause this safe mode to what I'll command c: through Ryu and T-2000 I'm heatproof He's proof, heat could decease you, cause he breathed fumes When the gas leak blew on a cheap fuse, that he keeps loose Left his knee chewed, thats the only time he walked with the steel too My point it this, it's ironic b**h, that the pain for this recruit Was when he leaped to the same window that T threw his career through