Soul Khan - Madness vs Soul Khan lyrics

[Round 1: Madness] Man, Grizzlemania's big this year And if it isn't crystal-clear sh**, with this stomach and the size of your f**ing ego I'm surprised anyone else fits in here! Ayo, when I think Soul Khan I think, "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!" Yeah, you fresh, but that's because you're on my nuts like Gold Bond Yo, every new battle, I hear a little more Madness in your flow structure You moved east to complete your dream of being Janine from Ghostbusters Listen, co*ks**er I ain't from whatever rock you found Deacon Frost under I will carve my favorite movie quotes into your flesh with an orange boxcutter And stuff your f**ing corpse through the video return at Blockbuster! Why do you talk gay? Like you're auditioning for a small play...on Broadway! Mad as sh** at me and cRIT, 'cause he always had to stock our singles on his off-day- and people bought it! b**h, I'm like a gourmet entrée served with a side of sorbet And you're a brown bag sack lunch that a good-for-nothing who*e made! So, go ahead and pull out your magic manila file with all seventeen of my court dates It come with a picture of my Jewish lawyer who'd f**ing piss in your cornflakes! f** 'em, I eat four-course plates of dinner in poor taste So the reason I'm this size is 'cause I'm on a bigger scale and my name holds more weight! [Round 1: Soul Khan] Yo, I ain't gon' lie That's a nice suit, cousin I'm just surprised that they could make that sh** in size 200! And, yeah, we had your single in your store Don't mean nobody buyin' 'em You sold, like, ten copies, f*ggot; Critical bought five of them They said, "Watch out! Madness got that home-field advantage, man!" I thought, "Wait a second, we're battling in Candy Land?" If I called you Mexican, then I'd be a bold liar It's just every car you step inside becomes a low-rider It's time to pay the piper for yo' co*ky behavior You were a stocky teenager, now you're Pops from Speed Racer He spent his teen summer days gettin' reamed 20 ways Now that mustache is the thin line between love and AIDS Yo, beatin' HighCollide don't make you less of a loser You got the abs of Schwarzenegger...when he was pregnant in Junior! Hold on, hold on! HOLD ON! Hold on! Yo, and against Collide, you had the nerve to call him a crab and a bad sport Against Sahtyre, you cried, "Give me the battles I asked for!" And I said, "Yeah, these Grind Time dudes are wildin', Madness!" But all I could think was, "Damn! What a stupid, whiny f*ggot!" You just jealous 'cause I can turn crap into diamonds While you clash with the titans, but can't get the same exposure as the battles that I'm in! You battled Illmac, The Saurus, just to prove who's better Now I'm more famous than all of you PUT TOGETHER! And that's real! See- Hold on! Hold on! See, Grind Time owes you nothin' but uppin' all of your vids So, get the f** over yourself, Tony! The rest of us already did! [Round 2: Madness] I said some real sh** in my match with Saht You should've picked another route Plus, your life must s** when I get paid twice as much for a battle I ain't give a f** about! Check it out Yo, um f**in' sh**! I will f**ing punch this b**h Listen up! Yo- Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Ayo, f** Soul Khan! He better f**ing hold on b**h, you couldn't transform like Voltron Listen, I will f**ing elbow his face and put him on the floor in his place This is f**ing Florida I will punch you so hard, it'll sound like Miami Florida ba**! Listen, yo, f** this co*ks**er! He don't even wanna hear it with this I will f**ing stab you with a h**n syringe in your arm until you fall on the floor and don't even exist We take a minute for this? b**h, I will switch and flip this little b**h! You don't know what's happening? You better learn the business, kid! Yeah, and look, I love how you play the Jew card too hard, knowing that you grew up an ordinary white child I only wore that mask in our plug to prove that, behind your face, you can always find my style! Ayo- mic, cut it [Round 2: Soul Khan] Yo, it's funny that's it's Labor Day in the home of vicious gators 'Cause you're about a day away from going into labor You've been posin' out in Oakland, but the closest to a Raider That you've ever been is emptyin' your own a-fridgerator Soul's an innovator, you just copyin' his lessons It's like your dinner is played by Nicolas Cage; it's gone in 60 seconds Now, every-Hold on! Every time Lush pays one of those terrible black street rappers, you spill a few tears But if the proof is in the pudding, he's the realest dude here Hold on, hold on! So, call me egotistical I give this b**h permission to You have two male roommates, and you sleep on a couch in your f**ing living room! Cool lifestyle! So, here it goes Yeah, it's cool- anyway- He thinks his name is huge 'cause he the size of the d**h Star I think you just confused your stripes with your stretch marks! He moved from FL to NY, where Iron ripped and impaled him Now San Jose? b**h, you're runnin' out of cities to fail in! I'm makin' moves- okay I'm takin' meetings while you can't even make it through the lobby Rap's about to be my income; it's gonna stay your hobby (Damn!) And if I'm that swole- Thank you! If I'm that swole-headed diva that some people say But, I work at Fat Beats for the love of it and zero pay! And while that store I loved is going under tonight I did there more in one day for hip-hop than you've done in yo' life! [Round 3: Madness] Check it out Ayo, who the f** am I!? "Conceited, please battle me! Dumbfoundead, shut the f** up!" Ayo, your boy "Being an Arrogant f*ggot" called; he said, "What's up?" Check it out, uh- oh, sh**! Listen, I'm impressed that you always dress like you have the same stylist as Hall and Oates Even though when you played Augie in Role Models, you donned the cloak I bet your mama's water broke premature when it got poked by your obnoxious nose! And the only time you committed a crime is when you and Joe Pesci tried to break into Macaulay Culkin's home! Aye, he yells in my face, but he gets shook when he's, like, a few blocks from home Let's re-enact the Juice fight, and meet me on the rooftop alone If you're thinking that you're so tough, JewPac Shalom! Aye, if you really want to impress the street cats, why don't you try fightin'? But you're Number 2 Jew, 'cause your name will always be behind Iron like Mike Tyson! Yo, wait- I know this guy! Biff used to knock on your dome like, "Anybody home, McFly!?" in Back to the Future! See, battling's cool, but it's wack when f*ggots like you are jacking my humor! It's sad, but it's true You racked up half of your views hangin' on my sack like a tumor! That's a fact! You watched me rap until it crashed your computer So, I'm basically responsible for all your hits like a platinum producer! After we're through, I'll have this Hebrew rocking a number tattoo This ain't the Red Bull competition...oh, wait, you f**ing s**ed in that, too! I'm humble, so against an egomaniac like Khan, I'm never losin' Talk albums, I got better music And when it comes to bein' the king of this battle sh**, let's just say I'm better suited! [Round 3: Soul Khan] Yo, I bet that hairstyle of yours is the hottest look in Jersey And I'd have thought you lost some weight from how hard you're pushin' 30 You're over the hill compared to half of yo' peers But at least you're pretty young, in manatee years I can tell this chubby b**h ain't considered his legacy The only thing on your bucket list is Original Recipe! You see, let's get some reality on this sh** See, I choked against a dude like poRICH, even though I f**ing shouldn't You choked against Dirt, Dirt cut it from the footage I took my mistakes like a man, and sweated it out You were just lucky enough to have a homie edit yours out! You were on a song with Sean Price That's the difference that some paper makes But by the end of 2010, Sean'll be my labelmate! All your features are cost bread; that don't mean that you still ill He got a verse from Sabac Red- that was 600 dollars by the way! That doesn't mean that you Ill Bill! This is some nonfiction You equipped with the wrong pistons I bet you wish you had my nose to smell chicken from long-distance! See, we measured on different scales; yours for whales, mine's Richter See, I'm an offensive lineman; you just look like Mike Ditka! No one told him he'd suffer from the way he's been eating Now the rolls in your stomach look like stadium seating You had your hopes high, like there was a steak taped to the ceiling But, b**h, I'm Soul Khan, the motherf**ing greatest that's breathing!