DNA (Battle Rapper) - DNA vs Chilla Jones lyrics

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DNA (Battle Rapper) - DNA vs Chilla Jones lyrics

[Round 1: Chilla Jones] I'm a monster, you not n***a let's get it cracking/Kraken Big Foot kick his back in, I want your spot n***a He could barely lock Ness/Loch Ness Yet he/Yeti trying to stop Chilla? Tahaha You better boogie man or I'm dragging (dragon) you To grove that God's iller/Godzilla, them bars filler, try again I stole his b**h so I'm the reason why his p**y on pause/paws like a lion, damn But she gon' down these juniors (Downey Jr) like Iron Man Cause she know my Capital/capitol doubling (Dublin) like Ireland You in Charlie's entire plan? Double teaming So I'm a try this new style called double scheming Now look, in 2012 I had n***as running back to they team, let's get the sketch drawn I'm the real McCoy with them Eagles, so let him step wrong My Forte is beef can't Bear/bare to keep my breath calm Mean if I see you with Green(e) then put them Jets on It's best you stop lying/Lion or protect moms Cause I'll spill her/Spiller blood for the Bills if she ain't got her vest on We don't Foster that behavior, shoot Tec's until (Texan) ya set gone Clap ya men then haul (Mendenhall) That steel will get it's flex on Don't say your cash stretch long from all that dope game money, we'll laugh And you dudes dressed as a joke ain't funny If a bill is the cost b (Cosby), this cat will change the score to goal Rich prior/Rich Prior to 30 So what you hating for just play that card low (Carlo) If my men see it (Mencia) they'll spray the door Then your Chevy Chase(d) with heavy eights When we load 'em all in (Marlon) it be weighing (Wayan) more I don't play with war, I send bad (Sinbad) when it's drama see What comes around goes around but that's Karma D (comedy) Going bar for bar with me you don't match it with the king I ain't scared of you n***a, I ain't gon' back up in the ring I'll make you lay on your stomach, get you clapped up with the thing So now you dying face down with your back up in the ring It's like every f**ing month this n***a back up in a ring I really wanted Clips and Charlie threw his backup in the ring Pardon my back up in the ring, why give E.R. eyes/I. see/C Having Flair ain't in his Nature y'all think E, Ric? Well I'ma put E.R.I.C. in the first ER I see if the j**els on E are Icy I'm 'bout to do you greasy B Well Eric Wright ain't sick that's why you should've been easy E (Eazy-E) Please believe he getting surrounded 'til Eric trapped in He singing, pull strings for the cops, Eric Clapton So if he ride through with that tool and Eric clap ten Then that's the same ride they gon' find Eric clapped in So you blacking? Not buying it, you know what you in for Every k**er's a different fashion, let me show you what's in store Think it's Gucci, 'til them G's all on you, then I send more If you a Prada G (prodigy/protege) then I get your men tore (mentor) But let me get on my Coach sh**, when the steel clap, run You trying to red our back (red Auerbach) til we conceal that gun My shooters in the van gun D/Vangundy) and peel back one So now from the neck down you won't feel (Phil) jack son/Jackson I'm back the last Smack I had you putting sh** together Well I'ma save y'all the trouble I just need you to remember So the first one, "right away" that's the term now Just hold on to it 'til I get to the third round They hear your words clown, but they'll never respect it And see, mines (minds) make 'em move like it's telekinetic You got an Asians DNA and it's hella pathetic How you rely on freestyles, but I guess it's genetics (Jin ethics) I'm glad you think you Jin, Eric, cause we think you generic too Difference is he was a freestyle genius compared to you I'm talking sh** cause I studied your game tapes so I guess we both learned from watching Clips I rep Boston b**h, the boy Jones something to see It's 2013 but d**h still coming in 3's That's word to the homie Poison He used to be yo' friend In my opinion since you open shop you owe Pen Now it's closing as I close in, get close in Knowing he know when and why he ain't getting no win They jonesing, Jones send hay makers when Jones in Supposing he posing though but let the po's in He call his bro, kin, my bro can get him broken And call some mo' kids so some mo' kids can leave him smoking The last battle I was choking I can't believe how I left you Wow I froze, couldn't get out a line Sorry to disappoint and let you down Get out of line, then this will point and let you down Think that was hot? Wait til you hear these next two rounds Boss town! [Round 1: DNA] I said n***as said since I got my tooth My battles been shaky like I came to play on Smack So I showed up today without it to let 'em know that the old DNA is back Now Smack said it's the innovators over the imitators And I agree cause in this battle they put a clone versus an originator n***a I been the only DNA in battle rap for years and that's still known But let's be serious We can look through your arsenal and see you not the real Jones Serius, Arsonal, Darell Jones Guess I gotta show up to Chilla with some real chrome When you hear it click, no that's not a dial tone So when I raise the stock who you gon' dial Jones? (Dow Jones) By me taking this battle this is a milestone You should be awfully glad When you see me wave an arm I'm not trying to call a cab How many bullets should I use when that 40 blast? I figured four so I bought sharpshooters for this Boston Crab A couple tips will make him strip that's Magic City You got your top taken off by Magic/Ciddy You lose to Verb, Hitman, everybody in Magic City So just imagine what I'ma do when Chilla start rapping with me I mean reality shows you can't handle a loss So Mr. Boston never stood a real chance in New York That's why tonight I swear I'm sending that man home It's not Wimbledon when you see this back hand thrown You spit schemes and filler when you went against Gatman Jones So when I come at him (Adam) he better punch like Pacman Jones Adam, Pacman Jones, that wordplay always mean Picture me lose to a n***a that forces schemes His Patriot will leave with Red Sox that's the Boston teams Think your dough nuts til I take everyone in Boston's cream/Kreme When I load up it's AK's and they firing well So when this K see (KC) Jones he really gon' fight with them shells Show you what a duck could get a shot Jerome Think it's all Love & Hip Hop until you lose your mama Jones Me? I got the chrome it's like Genesis how I'm letting off a cartridge Plus I got a Bigg K like I got lost at Target Smack ain't gon' wanna book him once I scorch this artist Cause once I k** 'em for chicken they gon' take him off the Boston Market And y'all n***as said That this supposed to be top tier versus the Proving Grounds n***a I proved my point You got a point to prove but first improve your style You young n***as can't match with us vets What you think you a movement now? So let's take everyone in the Proving Grounds And see if they can prove it now For instance I mean that n***a JC's wordplay is ill No, I said that n***a JC's wordplay is Ill With all them punches I'm starting to think B Magic conceited No, with all them punches I"m starting to think B Magic is Conceited We already had a Hollow so John John's Da Don No, if we already had a Hollow then John John's Da Don Bill Collector had the burner, he had the burner He had some of the best rhymes What y'all forgot is that burner he had was a Tech 9/Tec-9 Which shows that all of y'all n***as is some of the biggest clones And no h*mo you can see Clips/DNA all through Chilla Jones So stop saying that they murdering stuff Cause I ain't start liking new n***as Y'all just feel in love with another version of us It's round 1 it's getting hot in here Night Of Main Events y'all know my slogan (GET EM THE fu*k OUTTA HERE!) No! Get your schemes the f** outta here Get the Patriots, get the Celtics, get the Red Sox Every Boston team the f** outta here! Get that Boston fitted and get them jeans the f** outta here [Round 2: Chilla Jones] So what you hate I'm in my prime or (primer) something? That's why I had to slay you Saying Clips is who I shadow (eye shadow) He's the foundation that made you My dues in that mask air a (Mascara) clip Conceal a (concealer) mac to blaze you For them stories you make up Gon' cause medics (cosmetics) to have to save you My debut had you loving hip hop I shouldn't brag but I'm meaner Y'all know that Erica b**h that Rich Dolarz had looking bad? Well y'all know that Eric a b**h that Rich Dolarz had looking bad My team no fair/fare, tax E (taxi) like he took a cab Hook and jab if your men try us cause Boston rookie OD he said a Len(s) Bias Reversing the name the only way Jones will Chill This overk** you ain't hype to spray shots, you like Michael J. Fox Too shaky to try holding still (steel) You got no appeal and you f**ing sloppy I'm adored (a door) so it's tough to knock me And he's a rookie with the cult (Colt) Y'all gon need more than Luck to stop me He getting tore so (torso) bad my k** count going up a body (upperbody) But you could say I had a head start Your brother dead if he owe and (Owen) try to stunt, you Bret Hart So if I ever battle 'Tez he better step sharp Cause that'll only get Cor' wrecked (Corrected) that's how I check marks Your set spark? Well I don't see men (semen) throw up blood/Blood Can it jack? The position you're in (urine) is not (snot) safe when that cannon clap Gun store, what I buy you'll (bile) spit and tear through your man and back Then the gun I buy would leave (bodily) fluid where you standing at A planned attack to leave you all black with dirt by ya Your man's a rat and we turn snitches to hearse riders Pa** the (pastor) flame, my G's is (Jesus) aiming to burst fire My guys pull (gospel) if it's him (hymn) singing like church choirs You the worst fighter, damn D, last time you brawled with sets They called you Rex cause you ran, D (Randy) Now they hear 'em my last name Moore, I'm the man, D (Mandy) Claiming you Air Heads but you sweet with that can, D (Candy) And me? Why not give 'em the facts On my Mickey flow, bars I got Plenty mo' So E better haul or catch shots from the AR to every cent he owe You copy that? Hall, A-R-senio That blicky blow and he'll be lifted like a tippy toe You dig me bro? I load 'em and spray Send yours for heaters, I'ma bury those men with one dose of the K Now we all can understand and distinguish a language But think about it now was I speaking English or Spanish? I said you dig me bro? I load 'em and spray Senior fajitas I'm a burritos man with one dos of the que Okay, so remember this, "disappear", be the term now Just hold on to it til I get to the third round As far as Verb, wow he on my bad side So anyone with Chaz ties getting chastised Clip flipped the ship so cap sized when it cap size So the cap size leave him holy and wet, baptized Stat wise, C's a (Caesars) beast when highlights This a blow out true stuff He dread the fade if this rat tell (rat tail) Get 'em bruised up it waves then it bangs that Cal (cow) lick This dude f**ed, why mull it (mullet) over? I brought mo' Hawks to get his crew cut This hairstyle too much, a punch make a boxer bruise Funny I got a buzz, but in the D you got a lot of boo's (booze) I'm alone with that K homes (Holmes) I don't rock with crews (Cruise) That kid on his toes with the strap like toddler shoes I'm hard body with metal in the hood like Dr. Doom Y'all think he made (Maid) Of Honor? Do not a**ume I'm the Best Man, give a G room 'fore I co*k and boom Wait, G-Room, B-ride, it's clear if you listen He banned (band) if this pro-pose like he airing and clicking When shells engage to wet him (wedding) as they tear him and rip 'em He'll leave this ring in a box like he scared of commitment You hear the difference in the raps I spit it's alimony Cause live you'll probably only get half my sh** and that's legit My raps are slick plus eveil, I click squeeze if clips freeze it's just Tivo Two Blazer shirts, ties and two caskets cut neato Cause Clips gon' follow suit, but after I tux E doe (Tuxedo) If it's war I'll take ya past a fist (pacifist) I'm talking arms D If this pro test/protest my piece/peace so leave you gone D (Gandhi) Third round K-Shine put them hands on you You used a beat, sh** was weak, plus you dissed a transformer, why? O sicker, more potent, you gotta spruce them schemes up Red would (redwood) k** you so They will owe/willow putting cream up I may pull (Maple) if I see the n***a he B'd up, you squeeze what? I ax his family tree and they seem stump(ed) Please chump, even red knows/nose you on that clown sh** Before E could give me the beats he hear that Sound Click Ironic that's only one way to Hell Cause the part your (departure) playing as a rival (arrival) Gon' get you a-round, trip [Round 2: DNA}​​​​​​​​ This dick head said I rhymed on beat against K-Shine Yeahl right it didn't work But I took that sh** like a man holmes But how 'bout I put the beats on you and make you Scram Jones Schemes, schemes, schemes, forced wordplay But the n***a don't ever name flip Chilla Jones got the potential to do everything in battle rap But for some reason don't ever change sh** You get out three words every second, to me that's a shame b**h But these fans know I'm versatile so here's where the game switch If you was a hustler you could move zero sales See us (Celsius)? We'll teach you how to make the snow City (Ciddy) forecast I wouldn't win (wind) Chill so I got the .38 below You dealing with a n***a that punches and he free's (antifreeze) So he'll (hail) fall from the sky til he drops Now I see that last scheme was cold Whether/weather you like it or not Oh this ya fight to the top? See you came up in your division I know these viewers could add Did your homework verse JC but yet you couldn't pa** You got ate/8 by JC your style wasn't for/4 Magic Guess I gotta bring a two to the cla** 8, 4, 2 those are all halves, I'm just doing math I figured to school him I had to bring the tool to your cla** Maybe I"m moving too fast, cause I'm a n***a that punches I ain't saying they all mean but at least I {​​​​​​​Security throws a fan out for videotaping}​​​​​​​ Don't worry about it I was just on my grill getting ready for the last cooking I ain't made cause a n***a got kicked out for recording this a** whooping Now like I was saying Maybe I"m moving too fast, cause I'm a n***a that punches I ain't saying they all mean but at least I switch my sh** up His rounds is all based on themes Now he getting put behind bars like Bernie And can't make y'all cream, cause his career's like the Ponzi It's made off schemes n***a I let that 8 off mean and start grabbing the chrome You and your Fatal Attraction both Will be sharing some stones (Sharon Stone) You know, Fatal Attraction, Sharon Stone, even his wifey outta his home To sit in other n***as laps before marrying Jones She gave me head shots like Kennedy, I was smashing her out I told her on like Washington, tried to get the a** and be out After the Bush Chilla kicked me out Cause he was mad at his spouse But like Obama, she let a n***a back in the house I show up to his door with that Roscoe start backing it out And take that Roscoe and put a small cap on his scalp I'll grab, drag and fly (dragonfly) Jones back on the couch And make him curl hair/here when Jerome get these gold caps in his mouth n***a what's the spazzing about? Cause I'll be in your Queen Bee like Big Poppa Cause the sh** you say is lukewarm and what I spit's hotter? How many n***as though Jones was gon' win? Nada The only person to say Chill is Rich Dolarz, chill, chill, chill Chill...and speaking of Dolarz, you wanted to battle him I thought that would be some sick sh** But you tried to do it right after your Magic battle, I'm like "This kid's slick." You wanted to redeem yourself for when you had that big slip I guess he thought with all those schemes he could get Rich quick Let's stop fronting like Magic ain't make you disappear, viola And if you say Magic ain't make you disappear, why lie? I created the path for you n***as you don't even know that I did I'm like your teacher Chilla, guess I gotta show him the biz Even though you older for our success in battle rap, you don't know what it is So it's like the Knicks next season, you getting coached by a Kidd/kid I got that .38 on me n***a, no DE It'll get the banging on the side of Chilla like a broke TV Y'all should've never bet on this n***a this ain't OTB And you ain't Russell Jones so you know I was gon' OD-B I get the sweeper I start trashing him that's a custodian Need a nicotine patch the way the cig' keep smoking him And round 1 I swear to God y'all all had hope for him But I came to stop that sh** I'm Imodium [Round 3: Chilla Jones] I guess it's time to get co*ky on 'em It's Cree, if not Apollo then who/ Y"all know Cause in the ring he only good for rushing (Russian) punches like Drago When I draw, go or that heat spitting, simple and plain I mean bullets will take flight and have your T ripping plane Take flight, T rippping, that means tripping You better jet if you don't run-away fast then you'll be missing Found by your G's fishing, moral of the story my team clipping So you could be laked/Blaked if a G riffing/Griffin Listen I don't care if your friends vexed, I chop 'em here to here Leave nothing but ten necks, now y'all like "bu*ton X? That's not a punchline just your term for round 3." Don't worry you'll soon get it Listen for all them terms in the next 2 minutes This round got your tomb in it I write away, right away Every punch heavy No telling what this right will weigh, but you my JR I"ll make sets dip the Writer way then ride away So stay in your lane I got the right of way What I'm trying to say, that Einstein theory is weird to me Cause E don't equal MC squared, he just a square MC You depending on charm well start fearing me Watch a head shot will leave you neckless (necklace) if I'm airing (earring) these It's clear to see, I diss a pair it make them wanna disappear Truth, I know a fruit when I see one and this a pear Two guns, drew one, he shook when he seen this a pair Well this appear I'm 'bout to empty both clips and this up here All they gotta say is grip up, I lift this up, air He'll drop and be surrounded by docks like this a pier Now this is where I put the "ill" in Chilla, okay stick with me I'm common cold cause being sickle cell (sick will sell) lyrically If you AIDS them small pox with the beef then I'm on ya (pneumonia) With that car sir (cancer) I a**ist (cyst) with a fif' to squeeze Remember that sh** with T? Dissing Terry and his main team How bullets flew from Mad Cows over Dan Green E cold I (E.Coli) know but I got the best style Everything this author write is (Arthritis) crazy So they know me out west now (West Nile) Factor told me get wild so I'ma push his bu*ton X Your girl don't want to hear E (Tahiry) like Budden ex Her bu*t in next she unzipped and undo the bu*ton next Then give bu*t and neck while she wasted off the bud and X But now you nothing but an ex, my lap she put her bu*t in next I pistol whipped your man, then it's you I'm gun bu*ting next For trying to interrupt I'ma cut whoever but in next With a buck 50, hope your doc know how to bu*ton necks Where's your set? You alone so A L is what I'm owing (On) E p**y, you get none I learned that from knowing I'm 'bout to hone my sk**s and show hoe in E Then you'll be gone, it's no telling where you going E Last year was Jones' B, I beasted with them bars Shining bright the time was right, I was gleaming from afar See the deed is just a spar But Smack and URL chose your a** to risk (asterisk) just to see if I'm a star I got bars so having visions you can 3 and 0 me That's Inception cause even in your dreams you still sleeping on me Get a Clue, why Risk your Life? My flow flames Guess who's in Trouble, Sorry I play no games You gutter in that alley, I don't care if you bowl lame Cause I'ma strike and put an X through your whole frame But this why you so lame, they call me champ Cause with the punches I"m rarely a performer In queens they call you champ cause you barely on the corner They should've warned you, Run D, MC's lacking Common Sense My Mobb Deep, rob me for 50 Cent and pay the Consequence My Nature, cool/Kool G, but I still send a team at you I just tap the cap the Q-Tip's from the beam clappers You ain't seeing any bars from the scheme master They just think your core mega (Cormega) tough Cause Eric be/B a Queen's rapper The beams at you, Smack tell 'em vote for the sick spitter Bet I be heavy on the polls (poles) like a thick stripper Every line parted (part of) his body like a stick figure Give his eye mack's (Imax) help him see the big picture Bobby Fischer, I'm the best peep Tonight don't b**h up (Bishop) them goons will pawn you Let's beef, see the rook putting Queens in check when that Tec speak Meaning if I beam your vest it'll move your chest piece Test me, I'm quick to flip and you'll get a cross first I freeze frames like photo finishes You eating off son shine/sunshine, photosynthesis You better run son on some JoJo Simmons sh** I know you thought you was winning before but you losing now Against Mr. Jump To Top Tier from the Proving Ground Boss Town! [Round 3: DNA] Yo I apologize to y'all I took a few seconds for them to mic me up But now I'ma treat him like Adrian Broner's jacket and light him up Now that Queens scheme you spit, I'ma keep it 100, that was hot son I would rhyme 'bout some Boston rappers But y'all all know they don't got none So I'm really not gon' stress out or be worried what the god is spitting And you mentioned Budden nine times Like you ain't see what happened with them Consequences And by that last scheme I guess you wanted to be Budden Like it wasn't X-Box in your last battle when you got pushed by B bu*ton I k**ed him too and beat Budden So that all can go off the same scheme from B bu*ton Now I said it's Night Of Main Events 3 and we here Basically you owe me Chilla The only reason why Smack put you on NOME is cause they know me Chilla NOME, N.O. me, chilla, yes I gotta OD Chilla This the round where I break it down And explain how you cloned me Chilla See it takes a lot more than schemes for a n***a to take defeating me A n***a can't be one dimensional and think that he can beat me If you mastered the art of freestyling at anything You should know it's not easy, but Chilla's a**ociated with a cube And last time we checked a cube was 3D So how y'all gon' say you like a staircase and you fell down 'em How can Chilla be a**ociated with a cube if he's not well rounded? So now you think you ill and you be spitting them flows But if you one dimension of a cube then how you really that cold? See there's a difference between an MC and a rapper The audio started f**ing me up, that's y'all word n***a? Y'all gon really make me take a boo in New York like I'm a Verb n***a? Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that Y'all better stay nice For the clip will make this n***a strip naked like Daylyt Now like I was spitting about delivery, don't make me pop that chrome It's not an NBA player when you see me Popeye Jones Now let me do performance I gotta get that done this evening Let me explain something to y'all, I want y'all all to see this I want y'all to compare if you in a fight, if it's DNA or Chilla Jones Who y'all n***as got when y'all beefing? I mean I want y'all vividly to get a picture I want y'all really to see it, like if I'm fight I'm throwing punches Them sh**s landing a n***a weaving The whole time that sh**'s going on, this n***a's scheming He walking around the body like "I don't know how much her bu*t is worth (bu*tersworth) But am I her sir? Yep (Syrup)" n***a I can't believe it A n***a rhyming about pancakes while another n***a bleeding Now to me that ain't real sh**, you only mastered the art of schemes That's why you can't k** sh** Y'all know I got the art of freestyling down pat right? Y'all wanna hear some ill sh**? So let me bring back that second round when I did it with that Yung Ill sh** Y'all all know my spitters absurd, it's Night Of Main Events 3 1,200 people, all y'all gotta do is give me a word Give me a word..(A) I don't wanna talk about A, I thought you said gay so I could let a clip off And put this n***a in the center of Heat like he Chris Bosh Garbage? Aw man y'all don't even wanna start sh** man When I trash him he'll be Glad like the garbage can Clip? He don't even wanna spark some sh** He dealing with DNA so you already know he can't f** with the [?] of clip Oh damn, I think I almost f**ed that up, when he off'd the sh** I meant to say B Magic already lost to Clips f** it Kevin Durant, it's gon' look like OKC when that DE spitting Cause you gon' be like Kevin Durant in the playoffs Y'all gon' see a PG missing Now all y'all out here know I'm cooking on the set I just showed y'all the difference between a rookie and a vet So all y'all n***as gotta feel my G That's a n***a that schemes, y'all just saw a real MC It's round 3 it's getting hot in here, y'all know my slogan (GET EM THE fu*k OUTTA HERE!) No! Get some real rappers the f** in here You got no swag, get your character the f** in here You only got bars, yeah you lyrically the f** in here But aggression and get some delivery the f** in here