T-Rex (Battle Rapper) - Caustic vs T-Rex lyrics

[Round 1: Caustic] I said yo! (Yo!) I said, welcome to The Bunker y'all Y'all bet' show respect when you talking to me Cause I've been going through some sh** lately dawg Ain't nobody here want no problems with me If any of these little f*ggots mention Caddy, I'ma catch a body for free You gon' get it, even if you don't want it like a Shotty CD So stay down, stray rounds from the trey pound break down your Taurus I said I don't play around, come to this lame's town just to shake down your [?] I said this sh** right here? This is the reason that the balance in my Paypal is enormous I mean this sh** right here? Gon' be a Shawshank Redemption [Psycoses] What's that?! [Caustic] It's a f**ing break out performance! I said, do we have a problem? sh** Rex, I heard you was the man in Harlem But I haven't met a rapper from New York that hasn't robbed him Y'all think Randy savage, but I'm Andy Kaufman You catch a bullet long range, I'll Randy Moss him I just came here to preach, like Randy Watson I pitch 'cane on Randy block with Randy watching White boy pitching birds like Randy Johnson I said, so what you want? Get your life ended in less than five minutes My left hand high five b**hes The right hand flies so fast it defies physics I mean I might as well slang 'cane Everybody got they nose in my business I said this c**aine pays my f**ing taxes dawg, I call it my white privilege I says, this is what I'm trying to teach you about bringing in some revenue I mean, you leaving here breathing is completely unacceptable I mean you coming for the beep, but you leaving here a vegetable I teach this little b**h a lesson like Leon The Professional Said I'm never going broke I'm a cheapskate Two shots, you f**ed, that's a cheap date You get checked at the door like sweepstakes I got no cla** I'll pistol whip him til the spring breaks So Avacado keep watching don't stop no cameras You get strung up, solo but I'm not Santana Cause you get your f**ing skull cracked when I palm them hammers Catch a knot in yo' forehead like Pac bandanna [Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** Harlem legend for real You should have respect for me So later on you might as well go beat Organik off just for you to stand next to me I got real n***as on the ave too They letting off at anybody that pa** through These n***as always in a bad mood They be serving n***as out the window, you will think they got fast food At 12 o'clock it ain't no Cinderella or no gla** shoes It's n***as with Mac's, Uz' and a bunch of gang tattoos Now you go 'head and keep fronting for your man All that'll get you is a rest in peace shout out on the 'gram The grams is hot the work is in the 40s Hollow I got it for 40, 100 or his shawtys Give me five or ten, call me If he real I might walk around with that on me Get him off me, before I get this n***a hit You try me, you must want a Dead Man membership No I'm not a Blood but I leave him laying in the sh** Extended clip, go blattdada or draitditdit n***as like him talk about the streets I'm really in them sh**s The difference is it's my life that y'all mentioning And I ain't proud to have a gat in my palm Die for my man though I just sold crack to his moms It's either that or [?] I'm looking for a way out Hoping for the odds but this street sh** don't weigh out Once you go to jail it seem like you can't stay out Thinking 'bout some negative sh** on your first day out Now you see the reason why my brother's chilling We done made a quarter million in my mother building We found out some f*ggots wanna f** us squealing Diz' we had to relocate to another building Damn! Started over and get a new flow/flo' I'm a D1 battle rapper, he [?] I'm Michael Jordan he Kukoc Know what that means? Shoot when I say do so I'm a grand champion and he a blue nose You a Fossil watch and I'm Hublot Free my n***as and my n***a Al Them f*ggot a** police will hold a n***a down You remind me of Trump when election time You getting votes but don't nobody respect this guy I'll put this n***a in a suit like it's his second prom Run up on him, no drawing but that weapon drawn T in the spot, they done brought the king of the Dot back to King Of The Dot Easy [Round 2: Caustic] What's up with all the cheerleaders homie? You need to calm down your man sh**, I mean any second I'm just waiting for Queenzflip to know the f**ing cereal out your hand [T-Rex] What cereal? [Caustic] No, cause you're his son and his son eating the cereal. Is that cool? Can I use that line? Thank you man Grown man bars, something I gotta deal with Well you let me know when you see an adult Randy cause I'm just about ready for some real sh** You keep popping off this sh** will get incredibly real, real quick Cause yo' persona is "k** sh**" Your outfits says "field trip" I said, so I don't wanna hear sh** about how he gon' fill my body with lead I mean I'd rather talk about your haunted a** closet instead I mean, I know these tiny a** t-shirts are part of some popular trend But your shirt is so f**ing medium it could probably talk to the dead I said, these monos, you ain't trying to see mine I said, you put your dukes up and I'm finna take off like a G-5 I mean if it's some other sh**, I pull that thang out You ain't even gotta reply I put that sh** right in yo' face, careful homie, that's how you get pinkeye He said, "Mook want 25K for a battle that's ill" For 25K Rex will k** somebody for real Back in the day, I was like, "Damn, that was ill." I mean dawg I'm not even finna hate, I mean that was the sh** in his day That was one of the sh** that got you considered a great I mean that sh**'s one of the reasons you a legend today Then I listened to it back and it's a little different today I mean are you willing to say that for 25K You are willing to sit the rest of your days sitting in a cage For what you can make on six months of f**ing minimum wage? [T-Rex] For real [Caustic] Yeah? For real? That's yo' strategy? That's how you gon' support yo' family? You out here catching bodies for a down payment on Toyota Camry? See, this is for all those people that said I was gonna 3-0 you badly And they goddamn right there's still a lot mo' sh** I haven't told you Randy I said I would've thought the Dot Mob would've had some hirer standards And I don't know when your birthday is but that sh** on yo' ears is a f**ing sign of cancer They said, "What the f** is Randy?" I don't know I'm trying to find an answer And that's when they told me that this cat literally married a battle rapper Hahaha I said, for real? That's some hilarious sh** Can I rock for a minute? I mean, I bet every time Rex write a verse you gotta [T-Rex] They stopped me [Caustic] f** it man, c'mon y'all you cut me off They don't wanna let us bang [T-Rex] It's not me [Organik] You guys wanna finish your sh** [Caustic] Go 'head, go head [Daylyt] Nope, nope. Y'all didn't let- nope. Nope [Round 2: T-Rex] You just made a battle reference on a Toyota Camry, that's right But if Organik and them n***as come up with 25K n***a I'll k** you tonight My little ba*tards grow up and k** they daddy It's strange, you make 'em mad and they get trigger happy A n***a starts something with me, I send 'em at him co*k 'em and send 'em at him then hide out in Cincinnati Right at my cousin Ray-J's spot With more Bentleys in the garage than Ray-J got I have some minors run up on you with them AK's co*ked Most of them n***as is k**ers that's that Mayday stock You be arguing, trying to make your point on a gram I'm hustling, I'm out here putting points on the grams You can tell by the tone of a n***a voice when he scared Since it's a kid I snuff n***as that talk with they hands He the type, watch battles with his broad and be loving 'em Them hoes follow us on gram, I.C.E. we be f**ing 'em Put them b**hes on the block list, we be ducking 'em Y'all like Siamese twins n***a you stuck with 'em Ones gotta function 'em, two chicks just like clips, we be dumping 'em Lay low until the summer come You violate me, I'ma k** every one of 'em This is Dot life, you get shot twice like a one and one My block clicking, I do it myself til the pumper come Do dirt to me? You can get found under some Battle rap, I'm number one Best that's in the game, he can do it in six weeks and go off the chain [?] Andy Capp, I'm Liu Kang Smart, bite harsh, scratch hard on 'em dame I ruin n***as, after me it'll never be the same Yung Ill was good against me, but since he ain't never been the same Hate to say his name but I had to prove a point though Your b**h give up the head and the bu*t, call her Ocho Might shoot out the country with the president and also Favorite two weapons, the Desert and the fo' fo' (.44) I got some weed for 31 but it ain't Reggie Miller And I always got enough, I'm a heavy hitter Your man front on me I put Bo Dereks in 'em My n***as rep CK, you know, Catch and k** 'em And we got a spot where we gon' bury him in this Easy [Round 3: Caustic] I said, Rex at his last battle Oh sh**! Dawg if that was so true that sh** would be a miracle But I don't know how you gon' retire dawg you f**ing quit two years ago So this is it? This is yo' retirement plan? Caustic? This is how it finally ends? I said, sh** man I was just trying to get you inspired Get you hyped up again Get you fired up, get you writing again Get it off, rehearse it, cross it out, rewrite it again But I swear to God Rex, if you f**ing recycle again This sh** will be one light, [?] one prayer don't scroll without typing "Amen" Dawg, every f**ing verse you do is about how you gon' tuck that nine So I can see some confusion but you f**ing love that rhyme The Total Slaughter sh**, you f**ing did that sh** twice and decided to run it back one last time You did three verses from the same song dawg you have a f**ing one track mind I said, Caustic homie This is battle rap made easy Every verse you've ever spit in your whole battle career is from the same CD I mean, you should've quit two years ago but you stayed cause you remain greedy I said, you keep breaking code I'll put a cartridge in your top, you a Game Genie I said the last few years, we haven't really seen improvement They should call you "Tomb Raider" Rex, this b**h's career is in ruins So cut the tough guy sh**, either shoot the fade or keep it moving You let being a sidekick go to your head dawg, that's Sweet Chin Music Now it's 2016, he's ready to throw in the towel Tired of being a gangster I bet he talk like Carter Deems when no one's around Dawg, you at what age making threats? Dawg how old are you now? Yo' mixtape, In Living Color, they don't play that sh** cause Homie's a Clown I said, you better thank your lucky stars all those years of Mook holding you down Cause if it wasn't for him back then, nobody would even notice you now {Someone faints in the crowd} [T-Rex] Damn, you that good my n***a [Caustic] Damn, I'm coming back out Bars so good make a b**h pa** out I said, you better thank your lucky stars all those years of Mook holding you down Cause if it wasn't for him back then, nobody would notice you now But I'm starting to get deja vu every time you go through your rounds The sh**'s like Jura**ic Park, this ain't the first time we seeing T-Rex with the G.O.A.T. in his mouth [T-Rex] Pause! [Caustic] I said, he puts the blunt in his foot and you smoke that sh** He hands you water bottles at events and you hold that sh** You half a grown mans size yelling, "Grown man sh**" Yo' bars wikipedia, anybody could've wrote that sh** I said you talk any kind of that sh** I'm letting it fly I dump three shots, run three blocks and then I ditch to the sky I said you, Mook and Roc, I put these kids in the sky Just three Dots in a box, I'm still waiting for this b**h to reply [Round 3: T-Rex] Yo Caustic That bullsh** you be spitting really can't make me stand you dawg And that was a man that pa**ed out so that shows how much of a man you are f*ggot I was raised around k**ers, fly minks and new cars, chinchillas Beef we Zooland 'em I.C.E., Ben Still 'em f** the metaphors that mean get the ratchet and k** him No dinner, we eat it after school at the center That's the sh** that made me me so I remember Lot of n***as think sh**'s sweet, but it's bitter Bunch of n***as turning to b**hes; Bruce Jenner I used to really hit the ave with them nickle bags Same size as n***as dimes, that'll get you mad Good work, I saw him so I'm gonna finish fast If you get mopped, just don't Teddy Pendergra** Swear the sh** that's what I learned from my brothers There ain't no snitches in my family, what I learned from my mother My mom said, "f** 'em all" don't turn on each other If it go down in a blaze just don't turn on each other Real sh**, we ain't we ain't Math or Dose so don't swing on him Unless upstairs and Heaven got a place for him He laid out on the floor with no brain in him Caustic ain't using it anyway, pray for him I don't make none of these situations practical but swing on me? Some sh** is gon' come back to you And I hate for you to be the person it's gon' happen to But you the person it's gon' happen to Really I'm the best It's homeless slugs I'll have them living in his chest It's real when a real n***a give you your respect Before I turn state they'll sentence me to d**h See, you the type that talk sh** until some sh** done You get a tube to eat and a bag where your piss run There's a bunch of money out here, I'm trying to get some I had a harder way (Hardaway) with them nicks, I'm like Tim's son I was selling soft and was flipping hard I know n***as that'll get a charge before they get a job I'm with the Mobb, Mook to think I'm the live wire Daylyt, drive-by ya, shooting while he drive by ya You can't see in these windows cause it's the past tense I be riding through the slums with the Mac grip At any time I be thirsty to clap sh** I'm ready to air out the can I'm Flat Fix I'm aggressive at all times Take you rich n***as on that Wayne Perry car ride Ah, I'm talking guns and bu*ter [?] I get him, I give the guns to bu*ter Motherf**er Easy