Yung Ill - K-Shine vs Yung Ill lyrics

[Round 1: Yung III] Before my last battle I had 8 months off So I may have looked a little off to tell the truth, n***a But Shine, you be off in all your battles, what's your excuse n***a? I mean really, let's have a man-to-woman, look me in my eyes Toronto, Canada in January, they barely wanna book you in the States We battlin' in Brooklyn, but I'm thinkin' Spike Lee in Crooklyn I can smell this bag! I'm back cookin' get a plate! This my land Lord, I didn't need first and last months rent To put him in his place But the best back They want a Rook to put a King in check, this not a chess match Call it a night/Knight if this Pawn act Queen He'll need a Bishop if I let this Tec clap I could talk about his priorities, but X that I'm a contract k**er, I'm just signing where the X at Somebody yell body I'll body em, give em just that Arms, head, shoulder, knees and toes, neck back And if I check scrap You'll find his neck snapped with him lying chest flat And blood all over the ring; Celebrity d**h match Let's get this sh** going like Exlax, where Rex at? Dot Mob won't have to pep talk him on this one before his next match When Joe Lite was knocking you out n***a you ain't give him that double fist reply like "let's get it guy Hit the car, pop the trunk, grab the pump let shots from the trigger fly" ' He swung for your jaw, missed, hit your eye You dropped down, hugged his calf and bit his thigh Like what type of sh** is that? But that's not all man I found out from a generous fan That he works downtown Manhattan at a hot dog stand If it ain't true, when I first heard it I ain't know how to take it I'm like, "you get your buns grabbed And you play with Weenie's on a daily basis?" I specifically told Beasley, "I ain't blogging for this battle Cause why promo for it? If I'm h*mophobic Then my patience for this f*ggot is wearing thin He gon' play a game like David Blaine, but the fact is I got a counter-attack for every trick in that bag he carried in Oh shucks they want a cla**ic, but no Lux, I brought a casket I bag and bury men You gon leave today with a loss or an imaginary win As far as ends, you just a lil n***a ballin' AAU Came a long way from the days Where Momma had to make due in Diaper Season October them days we just fight through Chop a brick and if it's two of them we slice em and make two But I'm back on bullsh**, comparing flows to Derrick Rose Enemies get injuries they can't play with So Smack when you bring me a n***a, think premium liquor Get his cap blue like Grey Goose Snub .38 you A right hook will knock every feature on his face loose What I said to Rex apply to K too Why not light up Mook yet why give a n***a on the bench credit when he synthetic as K too Your brother's on ya turf? About as gangster as a Mother of the church I'll do it till [?] Go Amen and lay hands on him like he lookin' for a breakthrough From June to May through, this hood (?) stuck with me I go double overtime, 6 quartz give him a buck 50 Or you (?) With a blade I give a green light and my team might say f** 'em 30/30 Do you dirty and keep a clean knife One hand a quitter n***a I ain't gotta swing twice This hook will make him fade away, you know Kareem, Mike Ya'll already know what I do to this n***a That's easy, who is this n***a? [Round 1: K-Shine] Ayo Smack hit me up like "Shine, I got an ill idea" I said "Who the next n***a to die?" he said "Ill I dare" n***a III only nice when III out there But immediately I came up with a couple ill ideas We'll start with Illinois When them springs filled (Springsfield) you gaining a cap or two (Capital) Like Illinois cause Springsfrield actually the capital of Illinois How these springs feel? I'm coming for capital If III annoys me he'll get A K that's in capitals with an iller noise Or I can illustrate Like I put that n***a picture in the papers, that's how I illustrate The caption reads "he was aimin' for Verb but he gave III a stray" Holla got hit man they trying to see if III is straight The caption only read "n***a tried to eliminate" Wait, wait, wait... Eliminate, that's twin bangers in both hands, I give III and them 8 But they going intercourse I'll let III and them mate I walk in that n***a kitchen like I'm ill and them maid Only 3 dishes there, only III and them ate So I'm holding these two fours, give III and them eight With two clips that hold 12, I get III and them ate My b**h tougher than you III, I say how you want him? She say "dead" I said "well girl I left my gun at home," She'd say "Take mine instead." All she gotta tell me is bust one in his f**ing head I be clapping my b**h ratchet, I call it chicken head f** what you do in the Lou, n***a we riding for real Out here you ain't getting no Juice if you don't ride with Steel Pull up on these cartoons, pull on Sapphire Steel Let's see if you a Family Guy when y'all dog die for real That's two grips on squeeze n***a, these on pliers These heats will knock the lint off your jeans n***a, these on drier Nice balance, accuracy the other one, wet a n***a like he's on wire So for this NBA Jam then, "HE'S ON FIRE!" I seen ya rebu*tal with Clips, you need to get back to your pen pal When I rebu*tal the clips I see myself going back in the pen' pal Give him the bu*t of the clip, co*king back on the back of the pin pal Wait for it... And hit em up long distance like I forget to get back to my pen pal ZIP EM UP! [Round 2: Yung III] Ya'll believe all of the lies that Keisha told? About his Uzi's, Bazooka's, 9's, .45's All of the pie's that Keisha sold Well since ya'll like to blow smoke, I came prepared with the Keisha roll To close that gap in his mouth and do Keysha Cole/cold Worldstar, I will Sharkeisha Keisha through my left hands Swole Rex gonna play The Best Man role This ain't even competition I ain't hit the archives and pull out my best damn flows Or bilingual, Pitbull, I can k** him in English or Espanol Example Pobrecita y to no me hombre He act scared and frantic it's like I'm saying where in Spanish It's goin' be his dyin' day What I'm trying to say is I'll bomb him from East Harlem to Bombay Hoodie down the Trayvon way, masked up sippin' Andre See my 3rd round against DNA, I pulled out floss, you know, cla**ic sh** I damn near had the crowd dying K Then your third round with this magnitude You pulled out bulletins boards, creative but that copycat sh** ain't flyin K How it feel to use my formula for your only clear win? No lying K But battlin' you is like breaking a pen I see a whole lot of I in K (INK) But Mook and Rex your big Sisters You just living in an older siblings shadow, the Solange way While I'm dropping j**els only dudes could go above and beyond say (Beyonce) But if this guy try me I lift the beam and NYPD Gon' flip the screen So take me to court, I ain't gon flee the state or skip the scene I'ma hire a Zimmerman's lawyer, let em beat the case if sh** get mean I just show up suited and saying nothin' like Mr. Bean But I advise Shine to stay out my way before I go out of my way To leave both your eyeballs on ya tongue Tell you watch what you fix your mouth to say Break every pinky on his palm for cryin' wolf like he blew my house away Gregory Hines, hollow's will tap dance out this K When I get the snapping like I'm tryna remember what I was about to say Who put his name on the top spot? I'm comin' to take it down 3 battles booked since Clips, Smack, I ain't come to ring around I'm back in that top spot swinging my weight around Will I get my best on? Think toilet in a public restroom I'll sh** on him as long as that paper down [Round 2: K-Shine] He asked y'all did y'all believe anything I do Y'all probably said yes, some said no But I ain't need no help with y'all responses Cause do ya'll believe a n***a bussing his gun with a Coach belt? Now, I took 29 days, 23 hours, 53 minutes and 59 seconds To finally figure out what I wanted to.... do to this n***a I wasn't gonna pull a midget out or professor Shine... tutor this n***a I wasn't goin' to have a heart-to-heart cause there ain't not getting through to this n***a I don't know if it's the southern hospitality or the Lou in this n***a That'll make everything that I do look cool to this n***a The night he battled Clips all I thought about was... move on this n***a In the club, sip after sip all I could think about was... shootin' this n***a Like takin his whole top off... Mr. Cooper this n***a Called him 25 times... shoo boots at this n***a Pull him up on his side, flip his ride, Paul Walker... ruin it n***a Have everybody he love or knew this n***a.... viewin' this n***a Like he don't even look like Ill... who is this n***a? He look like "Ewww! ... Who is this n***a?!" When a n***a take subliminal shots, I can't accept that My homie say if a n***a talk crazy you supposed to check that I had the best battle of the year, even with that boy and they respect that But when a n***a say the same sh** over and over then y'all respect that? Well Holla, I need to remix it? Like my homie say, a n***a talk crazy you need to Like my homie say when a n***a talk crazy you need to check that Had the best battle of the year and they respect that He said the same sh** over and over and y'all respect that He said the same sh** over and over and y'all respect He said the same sh** over and over... He said the same, said the same, said the same, said the same He said the same sh** over and over and y'all respect that! What I gotta do n***a? Grab a pistol here, pistol here Dessie in the back Llama on Shotty with a knife and the strap lock Y'all can respawn it's cool Cause I'll be creeping through that back block They gon have to respawn like on the d**h line for Black Ops n***a all that plastic come in a box n***a, Glad bag k** III smack his mama and then bag Dad [Round 3: Yung III] Say you wanna crucify me, you have little faith, what a foolish line You need every miracle in the Old Testament, one Bible and two Qurans Moses, John The Baptist, every popular Prophet you can find And I'll still walk on water to come after this Mark like Luke and John Shine, desert, you sweeter than Peach Cobbler Juice Scope with one eye open, hit him from a mile or two Bam Bam Bigelow, head bu*tin', follow-through With two jabs that'll leave him double-knotted like a toddler's shoe Summer Madness you was getting yo a** grabbed, that's too gay Booty Bandit on Facebook tried to message a dag f*g that's Boulette Machete will slice Shine in half now it's 2 K I'll British map the crime scene, all the paramedics will find is you K (UK) But see, just the part where you get upset Wanting to strike or interrupt me it's cool Act like you're finna touch me, scratch or even budge me This battle gonna end abruptly I'm pullin' out two choppers that shoot for 50-80 secs a minute roughly They been in the closest since DNA and Lil' Rusty But f** patience, I've never waited, upper-cut, devastated Raise Hell till Heaven praise him, leave him so levitated New York your home n***a I'm on your front porch with the weapon waiting Kneel down with both arms out like I'm mediating Shine take you longer than [?] then I'm leaving Cause Rex gave me a schedule, I'll be back this evening I'm talking 3:51, 9 to 4 I'm at Shine door trying to find war G-code, he play the G role Til the forehead get a peephole through the peephole (?) I'm Duncan, he [?] What's a meow to a Lion's roar? 9's 4's Load, unload, reload, give em the encore Never been to college but I still got knowledge where I can help the kid Like if I turn to these (D's), I'll send him the Alpha and Omega If I Kappa hater or give the queque (Q) and he'll get Delta sin On a scale from 1 to 9, what's his rating? I give him the eight then But I brought the devil with these bars, so what's mine? I'ma say ten (Satan) Y'all already know what I will do to this n***a My foot in his a**, they gon' have to pull my shoe from this n***a I told Rex I told Shine, they gon' have to get Mook for this n***a Or have a three-on-one group for this n***a Who is this n***a?! [Round 3: K-Shine] All them lil h*mo ways is just blasphemy That's why when I'm watching you from the crowd You can't even get a clap from me Cause you ga**ed everybody like your strategy Is building up bars with tragedy But using those extra lines, wasting all that extra time Just shows your mind ain't got that much capacity Like you stretch every single line, Ill Like you would go McDonald's, wreck sh** Leave a neck split, girls over here, boys over there Break everybody in sections Drum, drum, drum, everybody let the tech spit Just to find out if them n***as still serving breakfast You stretch every single line, Ill Like he'll pull up to the gas station Jump out the car when he's driving, pull his (?) out Hit the n***a that's making the cars, men (?) him up Then go to the n***a at the side, hit him with a Beretta And all he ask is if he can $5 on Regular Like you stretch every single line, Ill Like a n***a be like, "wait for it...wait for it...wait for it" I mean for a minute that sh** was looking type of hard But then I looked back again and it just seemed kinda odd Cause you pause for 10 seconds, do some gay sh** and then yawn Then pause for another 10 seconds, do some other gay sh** and then nod See to me that sh** looking kinda odd But he's short-changing y'all Cause all those seconds he took, them sh**s could've been bars You stretch every single line, Ill Don't think I forgot about you using hard Cause you stopped for a minute stretched every line And then started using Hard He left his fans for a year and his family out to starve I know you got a bad decision but I've got to question ya'll And that's supposed to be yo n***a, and that's supposed to be yo dog Why you letting him throw all his lines away with bars? Doing all these muthaf**ing lines at a bar You remind me of Kobe in '04 The n***a had his whole life lit, and almost threw everything away, f**ing with that white b**h That b**h wasn't with you shooting in the gym Them n***as wasn't with you craming up yo stem This is why when you s** dick I get mad at you when you say them n***as friends Cause you supposed to worry about III and stop worrying 'bout them, n***a Time n***a, zip em up!