Soul (Battle Rapper) - Pat Stay vs Illmaculate (Title Match) lyrics
[Round 1: Illmaculate] Man listen lil homie Folks act like the outcome is already decided Said I'll beat him anywhere but here like y'all really that bias But I don't buy it cause this is nothing personal No animosity or none of that That's my man, after this we'll probably get drunk in fact This might come as a shock but I f** with Pat No? You just ain't gonna have my f**ing back from the jump Well damn now I feel like your brother Pat His bro got jumped over some sh** this clown provoked Loyalty says blood's thicker than water Betrayal says you can drown in both Let's go, punches have his blood dropping by the liter We ain't on the same plane now you flying with Aaliyah sh**, last World Dom his b**h topped me in the theater While you was home beating meat like Rocky in the freezer Stick and jab Drago that swag sh** is corny You just getting ga**ed…. throttle Now you can filter that, paint a picture fans follow But that sh** only works at home like an Instagram model Somebody tell his b**h a** watch when he spits that verse Or get his bag a** popped like the implant burst Guarantee he'll make a short joke and the roof will blow What's funny is you gotta look up to me In battles you stoop as low as you can go See the thing about being short: there's always room to grow Like this ain't the Mac y'all used to know it's 2.0 Y'all ga**ed him… now his fuel is low So for three verses I leave Earth like a UFO in cruise control Remove your soul from your body Your body gets used as coal Remove your name from my hit list A line through it like a music note This the truth exposed the last line in Belushi's nose The change in tides, the lunar pull when the moon is full The rise, the fall, the star and the supernovas The fire that destroys allowing something new to grow So your d**h will be as beautiful As the flowers at your funeral Throw a shot then reload when the gun fire You getting 3-0'd...I'm talking steamrolled, I'm a truck driver This might be off base But a swing make his knees fold like a sun visor Funny he think's he's safe Cause he never leaves home like the umpire I know exactly the things you'll do Down to the schemes he'll use He'll belittle me and pinch my cheeks like "isn't he cute?" But that's a distraction from the bars so you focus on our size But see I know your tricks That's just the left hand waving Cause the right hand wrote some mediocre sh** He uses his ma** to his advantage, it's a method he's devised Rounds are full of power poses it's all misdirection as he hides Take up more space Displaying dominance in our perception but it's lies Cause I'm an artist like Donatello He's more like Raphael though; his only weapon is his size Why you always look like you just ate some bomb a** food? There's a little left on your upper lip and you want that too Ol' lick lippin' slythery ba*tard, sh**'s a distraction This motherf**er's hittin licks in the middle of matches That sh**'s a distraction so let's play a drinking game called "Take a sip from your gla**es Every time he licks his lips while he's rapping" Go ahead… at home and in the crowd try to keep your best count He licks his lips under 5 times, I'll do 10 push ups before my next round… time! [Round 1: Pat Stay] You are not a man, you will never be a man No woman on Earth will ever look at you as a man Puny little loser...I have zero respect for dudes your size Know what rhymes with dudes your size? Suicide I would k** myself if I was as short as you I'm like a motherf**ing dinosaur to you There is no f**ing way I'd believe in God You'd chop your micro dick off to be this tall There's not a girl in the world that wants a guy your size You have this forever You try to lie and tell them your 5'5" like that's any better If my girl spent the night at your house I wouldn't even have an issue I'd let her pop a molly and let her take a goddamn shower with you You're always defensive Because you figure people think you're a punk You feel emasculated every time you get in a truck You'll never be dominant to any of the women you f** You have the body of a 12 year old and every inch of it s**s Yuck...Illmaculate, lil flaccid dick The feeling that you get when you hop out the shower and now you have to sh** You see this control? That's a power you can't be taught, it's a natural gift So you can rap your a** off tonight But the fact is what you'll never have is 'it' See I know it ain't fair but the sh** ain't just about rhyme sk**s And until y'all figure that out, you're another victim that I k** See line for line you give me a run like suicide drills Because your punches land But they're just not as explosive as mine feel/field The king give your spine chills Look in my eyes I define real, I will Clear this whole f**ing building like a fire drill Double Glocks busting shots Till they get so f**ing hot the iron peels You a b**h you belong in high heels and a skirt Like the sound when tires squeal Welcome to my home...it's pretty empty ain't it? Freshly painted but she still needs some renovating But I'm not just about to let you invade and redecorate it I ain't got it all upstairs, you're welcome to rent the basement You'll never beat me I am not the one to lock horns with Bite your f**ing head off on some Ozzy Ozbourne sh** Right off the bat, walk past you and blow off your hat Wipe your name right off the map like Yugoslavia You can not see/Nazi Pat Adolf/ate off his head already Which Pat you want dawg? We can go bar for bar like a pub crawl Tell me which hand to play Ambidextrous, unpredictable, crooked pin in a hand grenade The loose SEAL/Lucille, like your grandma's name I'm nice dawg! And I do it so effortlessly Wheelchair kid from South Park you ain't stepping to me/Timmy The greatest, I'm talking about the universe like a mellow hippy It's over, like if I let my b**h read my message history Oh hell no Oh hell no Oh hell no, gimme my cell phone Log back into Tinder, "Hellllllo" Yo, what's Tinder gotta do with you? Cause if I didn't have the chain I could've had a dope match But I swiped it too quick and I'm pissed cause I can't go back You're not a man, grow up Time! [Round 2: Illmaculate] Yo, he said the wheelchair kid in South Park Well I can outsmart every nerd or outlaw Derringer, out shot Larry Bird k** him like Kenny cause each round bodies, that's South Park characters You wanna say this is your hometown? So it ain't fair, how? Well speaking of renting the basement Your style says you should be fist pumping there now You could never do that Dawg, for real...I don't care how big he is I never felt no intimidation Old Jersey Shore swag having a**, done got himself in a Situation Dawg, if I had to pick two words that best describe you Pat "Tribal Tat" Look at 'em look at 'em That Ed Hardy belt style of yours I'm way beyond, say I'm wrong You are one Affliction shirt away from being a walking Jager bomb Get a grip, you can't handle bars I don't care if Pat is large He can be the hugest dude on the battle card That just means when I commit this homi' I'ma get a bigger body like an Avatar I said, I'm contraband on the block You're not the champ you're a fraud Ever since you got Organik to stop Charron from using Hallohan as a prop Now, last title match, watch it back sh** is weird, like if you can't handle that angle then switch careers That's like the boxer before the fight saying, "Listen clear Set some limits here. If I get backed in the corner, stop the bout, interfere And whatever happens, he is not allowed to {points to chin} hit me here." That sh** exposed your inner fear, now I feel like I'm in the whip, switching gears Switching lanes when I steer watching that battle in the mirror Cause looking back it was closer than it appeared And the way you lick your lips is weird We seen your true colors when sabotaging Charron How you expose others weaknesses while camouflaging your own Like, he used to bully his opponents, that's the way that Pat one But when he picked on Nils, I was taken back some Then Calicoe pulled the same exact stunt, push his face, hat spun And you ain't pay him back none That was the first time we seen the Champ Kind like Anchorman one Nah, you know what? f** that You kept it professional, I respect it, I dig it We all know Pat's a real dude cause he tells us every five minutes I mean we get it! We get it But you know who don't have to say they a real motherf**er? A real motherf**er Ain't you the same cat that wet willy'd Jimmy and picked up meal motherf**er? Then you in the ring with Calicoe and sh**'s getting real motherf**er All of a sudden you want to be professional...for real motherf**er? What you gon' do now? Moonwalk with steel toed boots on It's 2015, who the f** moonwalks and why you wearing steel toed boots dawg? I mean, am I the only one who thinks this, I mean, what's next? You gon' make sure your Sketchers tied before you Electric Slide? That ain't swag Pat, that ain't swag You little f**ing...little f**ing swaggot I know you cheering Pat on, in fact y'all should be And I can take that Ill Will like Smack won't book me But you know what you have in common with Ca**ius boxing? Getting your title stripped but it ain't the draft you dodging It's these jabs I'm tossing You think Pat gon' cook me? It's like if you had the option to smash a broad But had to ask Magic Johnson if he had a condom You 'bout to pa** on p**y Pat's all bully bully 'til Pat got bullied His character switched poorly Marvel vs Capcom Rookies, I'm past y'all Besides, how you scared of Corey and you like 6'5" even I was on your side b**h, until I seen how he gets by cheating Now try to calm me, I'm wilding out Cause from the Clips I'm seeing I'm in Danja cause Chilla ain't the Only One that wins by scheming And I know you write rebu*tals, that sh**'s obvious to the fans So talk about Charron or Calicoe if that sh** bothered you as a man Time! [Round 2: Pat Stay] I heard that joke you made in your song bro About how I'm slanging cards yo My pockets on swoll', if not I was chopping ope I don't know how you s**ers are so content with being dope Happy as long as I have enough to spend on weed and smokes See all these motherf**ers in battle rap got no money I'm whipping a motherf**ing Cadillac on chrome 20's You see them sh**s when it's sunny, psst, oh buddy So I don't understand what the f** is so funny I ride by you, you like, "Why you steal my hoe from me?" I tell him, "Keep your head up" like your nose bloody These dudes come to every event, broke, clothes bummy A couple of you have even tried to borrow my deodorant from me Real talk Get a life You've been done writing for me for like six months I probably would've been too but I kept getting my dick s**ed Every time I tried to come up with something clever I'd get distracted In my 'Lac like, "b**h relax. Quit shuffling on my leather." f** it, it's war though Artillery under my wardrobe Two arms out my torso like Goro Mortal Kombat...you can't f** with me Mortal Kombat, force so strong that you go through a wall faster than Raiden with a portal fatality Rip your head off like I'm starting a lawn mower and the cord broke I roar so loud I leave with a soar throat Half horse like a Centaur, they about to put me in orange clothes You don't have a fair chance Grizzly strength, I'll murder you with my bare hands Tear you apart, stuff you in a trunk Head hang with the car like a balloon when you just get married Then pop it like Mario Kart battle mode Pattern so scattered But no matter if they were wrote backwards they'd be the same sh** like a palindrome You brought up sh** about Calicoe...that sh** was f**ing corny I could've leveled him in a second flat but that's another story Back to you Beating you does nothing for me You've been gunning for me, now the shots in the air You got your warning, I told you I'm nothing to f** with Should thank me for this chance you lucky you got this This is what I call, turning nothing to something Round 2...and I don't need no short jokes for this sh** 6'5" but my heart takes up most of that sh** I won't even lie It was only last week that I wrote for this sh** But all my blood, sweat and tears was f**ing soaked in that sh** If you held my pen, you could feel my f**ing pulse on that sh** Sleeping giant wanted peace and quiet, now he's awoke and he's pissed Wait hold up I sound like an emotional b**h Switch back to slick back, kick back the G.O.A.T. of this sh** Illmaculate Ratchet b**h with a stick of gum I'll smack ya lips Bank of Montreal, if I could be mo' real/reel I would catch a fish sh**, take notes, I promise you'll be better after this You can rap your a** off 'Mac but what you lack is this Cla** dismissed [Round 3: Illmaculate] He got fat on short notice And Hollohan is mad 'bout it Cause now Pat can't even fit in his old Klan outfit Brilliant mind, sh** my pen design bending time Got me feeling I'm in my prime like Nickle 9 Listen when he spit his rhyme Stereo types intertwine within his lines his vision blind I get it You wanna put the "big" in "bigot" fine Pick a side You can say Pat is running his laps/lapse of judgement Cause it's all about race when he finish lines Rocking fur for survival, you get murdered by tribals It's the Apache chief, Patty's weak So far past his peak, Everest is basically at his feet Damn, you'll get murdered by Night Wolf with an ax in each hand Flick of my wrist have you stretched and aired out like a Japaneses fan Maaaan, tell him to step his bar game up This a co*ktail umbrella to top shelf rum You'll get clocked, bell rung And after this match, I'll leave Pat on his back, that's a job well done Next round, tell 'em how you feel Tell 'em how feel Pat, how heavy lies the chain Well I'm determined to go get it Cause he feels weighed down by that crown and the burden that goes with it He feels jaded, excused for having to claw for his just due He's created this persona he can no longer live up to Well what better way out? Battle me for the chain, see part of you knew you'd lose Part of you needs challenge to keep you sane Cause part of you is still hungry but that's just seeming to fade Cause part of you is what Charron want and that's the Pat we're seeing today I got some questions Why you ain't murdered nobody on your checklist? What's gotten you your credit? Why they make you the face of the league and the audience accept it? All his battles are debatable...now it's obvious I get it They made you the face of the league since you never had a body to connect with Calm down, calm down, you look nervous, you're cooler than that It doesn't even matter dawg, cause at the end of the day they expected a cla**ic Ain't expect that I'd head back with his head in a basket But you reap what you sow and I'm the Reaper So the shot don't need a vote for me to send it/Senate You would think it's Rome when I seize his/Caesar's throne Eat him 'til the meat and bone but have a nice a** life I keep it grown You gon' leave alone You a white trash wife you getting beat at home You know what you gotta do to get a chance at the necklace? To get a match with him, even if the fans requested it You gotta practically battle everyone You gotta spit your rounds for Bishop sooo Pat can edit 'em You have to have a winning record Rebu*tals go through a submission method Apply for dual citizenship, get accepted And f**ing solve a Rubix Cube in 60 seconds But all that is a secret You even need his permission to use props, that would be cheating And after all that, the only draw back of the weekend Is I had to sign a contractual agreement to not actual beat him Game's over for Pat You knew the topic that I would take I foreshadowed with Bender that i was eyeing the chain Might be going overboard but I'm entitled to say Either way, put us in the same boat Pat will/paddle get his tidal/title waved! I told you they expected a cla**ic Ain't expected I'd head back with his head in a basket But me and titles? That's like bread and a sand which Lettuce and salad, the selection of draft picks and professional status I'm a motherf**ing legend to Patrick Shouldn't have slept on me Pat Now I'm putting you to sleep, this your head on a mattress You counting sheep and last thing you see before that second pa**ing Is my motherf**ing necklace flashing I'm already the champion! Let's go! New chain let's go! [Round 3: Pat Stay] You know I could've came through the exact same way a second ago but I need to speak to all y'all, okay? For real The King Of The Dot You know it gets pretty lonely on top of that mountain believe it or not Little chips of rocks split and fall off the cliff as they drop I get closer to the edge A dude that was supposed to be my friend Back stabbed me in return for half of the cash prize Drake said he'd put up for Charron if he wins And what's funny about it None of us got any money out it Then I read on-line that Drake gives random stripper $20,000 And I've kept my mouth shut But over time it felt pretty sh**ty man But I'm still a Drizzy fan He's a busy man he'll hit me when he can I wear my heart on my sleeve, making myself very vulnerable Which some consider soft but to the strong minded it's honorable Always in some controversy But that's what happens when you're such an aura An icon, that the limelight shines on I know what you're thinking, "Let's hear some bars Pat. What the f** are you doing?" But this is my point You can't say nothing to him cause there's nothing to him Bro, those rumors about the Charron battle are lies I swear to God But these are the things that people will do to knock you down from the top Bro it's lonely up on that little cliff Man, look at the type of sh** I deal with Like the sh** you were talking about with Calicoe We spent a weekend in the same hotel Saw him a 100 times it was fine, the cameras come on, now we got beef And I don't play that poking and yapping, I ain't no little kid It's either zero or a hundred for me, real sh** See I'll go zero to a hundred homie, real quick But not on a platform I use to pay my bills with If you knew my past you'd understand why I'm on some chill sh** The things I've done to people would make you feel sick So I refuse to go back to the old Pat and throw away everything that I've worked for For some ignorant a**, sloppy drunk little b**h So say what you want What? He pushed my hat "You were a punk", "All his goons were there, you were scared." Yeah, 'Mac, if only YOU were there Test me outside of a battle if anyone thinks I'm scared to fight You should thank me cause if I did react, you wouldn't be here tonight Everyone knows, me and the chain, we have a love/hate relationship Cause even though I know I can always get someone better, I still chase the b**h And everyone's question tonight was whether I even came to win But forget that Just acknowledge the sacrifice I made to say this sh** Bro, I don't give a f** if you're a two time world champ No what I have that's a lot cooler? Girl fans After this battle rap event, you'll be chatting about the battle rap event Where as I'm, more interested in other things like having s** Bro, while you were stressing your f**ing a** off about winning this sh** Psst, I was in the backseat of my 'Lac just f**ing the sh** out a b**h f** you, and your crappy insignificant dick Win or lose, you gotta go home and live with that sh** So aye, if they elect you tonight, it's cool, I jump back Plus, my next battle in London with Hollow Da Don will trump that Aye, end of the day, you're 5'2", I'm 6'5" Reporting from a bird's eye view...b**h, time