Soul (Battle Rapper) - Soul vs. Cee Major lyrics

[Round 1: Soul] Yo, let's get one thing clear, boy: You don't deserve to be the champ of Britain So I'ma give you the beating you deserve since they gave you the battle that you didn't So for those who thinks he deserves this here's some stuff to consider: Look at the facts, you are 2012's runt of the litter You lost to Ogmios, Bam, and weren't judged against Chilla That means the last solo battle that you won was Enigma? You went 0 and 2 when I went 6 and 0, you shouldn't be allowed on stage You've been losing at home, I've been winning in Canada, and now The States Eurgh, You should have your head down ashamed Cause you gave a title shot to a guy who ain't won a battle in a thousand days Let me put that into perspective for those who are ga**ed That means you haven't won a battle since Tone was the champ That means you haven't won a battle since Oshe was the champ That means you haven't won a battle since before I was banned! You're just not champion level Might as well just hand me the medal and pin it on me like we amateur wrestle Cause right now you in the woods with a bag full of pretzels and Handing out bread'll get him shown up every which way like Hansel and Gretel You can't handle this level, I've battled the best and traveled for several Canada's vets Atlanta for Ness and Africa's next, I'll happily shell you for thinking that you are special Get your head wrapped and your boat rocked like Somalian rebels He's starry-eyed, turn his gla**es to bezels, a cat in the kennel I'm done being a joker bruv, nah I'm bout to snap with the pencil I pull rank I'm a general Think my son gonna win? Bet he will my kid's playing like Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles Where my standard gets set'll be where the battle's standard gets settled Since Set The Standard has been your standard to settle So I'ma throw on one of your wack instrumentals and skank in your temple Like you've been walking with God, and now it's time to dance with the Devil So b-b-b-b-bully hoo you think I'm actually shook of you? End it Your lifetime battle record is 2 and 2 And it's funny that your lifetime battle record is 2 and 2 Cause you ain't won a battle in three years that ain't a 2 on 2 Well I've proved myself, by myself. I'm the man in this promotion Watch his bars crumble at the top for relying on crackers to support him You've got a third-rate work rate, look at the ink that the guy's used I've got more ink in my pa**port than he has in his rhyme book So this ode to you ain't owed to you, last title match even Tony knew Really? This should've been Dialect versus Soul for you But nah you got the shot, cause they base the league out of London You think you get the shot if it was based out of Leeds and you're bugging You think you get the shot if the champ was Tony D then you're bunning You think you get the shot if they hadn't already set up you verse me Then you're struggling to see what they've done and the reasons they've done it Now ask those same questions to me and you can see what is coming You are surplus to requirements, this title match is me versus someone Cause check the polls, I'm from Fife, it's 9,000 men that don't have any hope I seen 3 queues as a kid, I wasn't selling dope Only queues I've ever known; pensions, dole, and methadone In my teens the high street was boarded-up abandoned buildings One used to be the institute, overrun by rats and pigeons Lowest house prices in the UK thanks to Thatcher's Britain So don't chat your sh**, like "London's the only place the working cla** is living" Smack addiction, got him on that 40 milligrams and liquid at the clinic Looking like Anakin when the hand is missing So have opinions about that razor in my hand bar being fact or fiction But I'm not glorifying anything, cause that sh** was a bad decision Now you say you don't glorify it, but look at what he has been spitting Stuff about the straps they're gripping And man they're k**ing and how all they wanna do is ride Well I'm a Mustang Sally-driven advocate of pacifism So start rapping about your mandem pitchin' Cause I don't mention that sh** ever even if it's that or prison I'm only mentioning it now to tell you pack it in cause they can't distinguish But don't tell me I can't walk a mile in Stanley's boots how the man was living When I used to have to walk around with a Stanley in 'em [Round 1: Cee Major] [Round 2: Soul] Yo, let's get one thing clear, boy: You don't deserve to be the champ of Britain That style you use I man*scripted, you're just another man that bit it But since my old style is the one that Cee is gonna use tonight Figured I'll take this round, show him how to do it right Look, that style was one failed experiment that I gave this monster life with So this the scene that Dr Jekyll bodies Hyde in I'll keep it simple: Get off my dick, and stop the biting I will pen circles around Cee, cause he copy writing You even bite religions, remember when you were in Ma** Gave his crucifix back, now the m**m's his fam The same faith that turned Cat Stevens to Yusuf Islam But you went from peace training to fatwas so what's the use of Islam? I'm not even gonna front like I read the Quran mate But you said yourself, you never have that separatist part played But now you're colder than ISIS, bruv they'd send him back our way Cause they've got two eyes you can't use and two Ss you can't say He's on some Attitude Era in the World Wrestling Federation flex Cause you're a Christian that fakes violence just so you can gain an edge But how I'm k**ing these 2012 dudes he shoulda stayed with Jesse James instead Cause you don't pack guns on road dog I'll have the whole of D-Generation X But if he running with them blades instead I'll ether my clone This a seed that I've grown and now I'm about to reap what I've sown I had Lee owned a weekend ago so I will end C-era blood I'm in a league of my own Cause I'm from the era of the 360 writers like Tinchy Stryder Before URL turned everyone into gun rappers and Twitter hypers So this kid's a liar, so if he's spitting fire while his flint's expired That's cause you're using the red dot to gas them up, that's a Clipper lighter He should've shown up in some b**h attire In some partly-cropped army top Cause you've been backed into a corner by more teenage boys than Lara Croft It's just bars he drops, you think he got people in the crowd squeezing? Like he can just phone a friend and I'll be found bleeding Well then I'm gonna split him like 50/50 they're like wait Is this clown scheming? Nah this a Chris Tarrant quiz f*ggot Cause I'll give Major the coffin without cheating I just cooked you with the 4-bar style I used to use that you still use in 2 on 2s But now I feel like cooking you so Your pen game less dope, my pen game d**h Note, let's go Your pen game dead weight mine is d**h row He got a 4, 4 that's a tempo, I will hold down C So the first second and third I'll make him fret those I'll start dead slow but end dope You're about to get both barrels from the jump like Omar in the trenchcoat Head stoved, neck bone exposed and his leg broke You're getting a feature on your medical record by Necro I got gas in store like Esso's at Tesco's To shake him up then explode like Mentos in fresh Coke You're G, aye? You're GI, Destro against Joe Lace him up over that hard front like some shelltoes Read him while I'm training to work, he's like the Metro This violins, organs, ba**, tubas, and cellos In the pit going out with a bang when I wave elbows So watch, I'll turn one Cee Major to a crescendo [Round 2: Cee Major] [Round 3: Soul] Yeah I'm in a long-distance relationship, and that's probably true But I just came back from Canada in a month and you with a m**m So I probably have s** more often than you Let's get one thing clear, boy: You don't deserve to be the champ of Britain But you think we're equal level writers So let me tell you some stuff this man has written Remember when you battled Sniper E and pretended his name was Jim for the 3rd round So you could do an a**ociative wordplay scheme on exercise And tell him the battle wouldn't "work out"? Wait, you think we're the same, right? Well there's more quotes I'd mention, but now it's embarra**ing Cause that means you think Soul might've said it. No, I edit That round was more like a yoga cla** You came dressed up to exercise and spent the whole time stretching But he said that, and he meant that Cause he wrote that, and then he read that But if that's the caliber of rapper that's challenged to be the next champ Tony shouldn't have thrown it away, he should have kept that And in that same round you saying you let the lead blam You like hammers? West Ham, fight rappers, Def Jam So who's more real: the f*ggot in the sweatband Or the dude who's willing to throw a punch and get banned? Bruv, I can't make tracks like them man, you can't clash like Jed can So lucky for me, this ain't a Drops or a WebHam It's right between your eyes, GSP with the headband Blood everywhere turn this 7D to a RED Cam I will X man cause you talk about his crop bringing bars to the scene But I was there 2 years before that tryna carve out that niche Now you're part of it Cee, my marketing scheme That got Major promoted, now the star gets fatigued I'm Commander-in-chief, now you pardoning me? Pardoning me, but your part in the scene Is owed part in to me, departing from me So split my wig like he parred it to me, that's a parting to me It's a fake front but it sounds good, you're Dolly Parton to me Still I'm proud cause I gardened this seed, put bark on his tree Still you shouldn't bark up this tree, cause you try bite but you aren't what you eat I wore my heart on my sleeve, and watched arteries bleed So artists like Cee could come and take part in this league If I didn't stick to bars and defeat you'd find it hard to succeed So this the spartan regime in the arms of defeat, when the archers release Act a god and get scarred for your cheek So either I bury and move to M or it's over like Arsenal's team Cause I was here before Don't Flop Extra and the Demo Channel Before the camera team was Bam and Zeek, Fred and Bagnall Back when Patty Boi's iPhone was the second angle Back before you got bread to battle, back when you wouldn't even get your travel You're from the 2012 k**er crop 2012 k**er crop? Oh you mean 2012 only here cause of Mark Grist and Blizzard crop You mean 2012 driven on the road that we built you crop You mean 2012 bandwagon, spitting cause the hits it got Bicker lots on Twitter crop, reason vets were quitting crop Cringey crop, whingy crop, seemed sick if you didn't flop Cause you only had to compete with CallumBOOM, Eek, and Gibbo crop? About a k**er crop, are you kidding dog? Some f**ing nuclear winter crop Cause like 4 of you herbs made it the rest of you f**ing withered off And you stand out cause you've got a couple leaves in a crop of twigs and stalks I'm from that first event they did with Scots, here from the beginning crop That's Chris and Tom, Gizmo, Kong, Deffinition, Don Silk, and Shots Scizzahz, Chron, and Richie, dog, the list goes on And that's what pissed me off, cause you think you're vets and we think we're not Just cause you can put people under you like Micky, Locksmyth, and Dotz And they can put people under them like Willzy, Shox, Twisted, Tox And they can put people under them like Dillon, Rob Wilson, Flawless, and FOS When will this ego-tripping stop? People ask why the real vets are so humble and it's because we know People could do the same to us like Piff and Hom And they know people could do the same to them like Stig and Prof And they know people could do the same to them like Jin and Swann And they know people could do the same to them like the Scribble Jam that Slim was on All the way back to Kool Moe Dee at house parties in The Bronx It's like you give them props if they're hot, then sit and watch them flip and flop Like your disc I copped, Humble Beginnings, stop Then they're the biggest shot But this is where the k**er crop's ego-tripping stops When I leave Cee red and split his top he'll switch the mosque for a synagogue What you think some scene that used to be joke-heavy and bar-light, you think that scene raised itself? You think he seen Mark Grist and Blizzard pop and then he came to help? You think I'll let this bandwagon-jumping, style-biting dweeb take the belt? Then I got 2 words for you, f*ggot: Behave yourself [Round 3: Cee Major]