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QP - QP vs RemyD lyrics

[Round 1: RemyD]
I'ma start with telling KOTD, y'all welcome
I know it's seldom you see a rare specimen so raw yet so well done
My apologies you gotta see me against this frail bum
Folks think that since I hail from Street Status the QP I should battle be the URL one
Well, Umm... that's not the case
I got the n***a that used to yell S.O.N.S
They kicked him out, cause when he farted and belched Conceited swore he smelled cum
That tough act don't prevail cause I'm a real vet that did more then held gun
Radio for help cause I crush stations (Crustaceans) if them shells sung about, get your bell rung
If I'm lining up and aim, set fire to the rain and have you in Hell (inhale) deep as Adele's lung
But let them tell young good with the wordplay
And that would be a credit if it was actually a reference to how his verse made
In reality he a actor with theatrics on rehearse stage
He serve game so it turn straight, he good for the word play
I'm good for the wordplay but my work make you take
The L out for yourself now that leave my with the word pay
I deserve cake for every word aimed at this dirt stain
Who shouldn't of had turn gave to him in the first place
But I was eager to give KOTD they first taste
Of a pure St. Louis lyricist referred to by the term "Great"
I'm dangerous, fierce make it clear when the shank is near
Head sliced, top, red stripe like Jamaican Beer
Take it ear to ear and make it pierce into this n***a throat
Stick knives in your windpipe, turn it to a Piccolo
Critical condition so pull in medics
n***as that lost only blow in the would win (wood wind) section
If I cut up your gut with a knife
When the blade slice, butterflies in your stomach
An I ain't talking stage fright
You've been a big part of why this sh**'s just awkward
Battle rap filled with misfits and big sh** talkers
For real n***as to witness it's been horror
So don't ask why I'm f**ing you up, this is karma

[Round 1: QP]
Remedy, treatment for injury or disease or designed
As a verb, is to set right see that sets right up for story time
This the turtle in a rabbit race if I start a little slow it's fine
But say I lost by a hair (hare) and I'll send shells toward his (tortoise) side
Making his future, Ohhh bleek (oblique)
You know, your side
If you didn't get it, that's foul (file), get organized
Before you rhyme we all know, it's nothing but tumbleweeds, crickets and focused stares
Joker if you a King then this crowd would have thrown (throne) them chairs (cheers)
Damn so, I'm like Rapunzel towering in that lonely lair
Giving you a chance to climb up cause the opportunity is golden here (golden hair)
You good at making stuff up, you should have been an engineer
You need to work on your mechanics, I can see that without a engine near
p**y admit it, if you timid why interfere
You the scariest dude this side the globe, all I see in him is fear (hemisphere)
Your mental gears must have shifted into a full blown brain defect
Tell me you ain't accept this battle for the headlines but for that fame and press
You'll make the news (noose) with a clinched throat, strained and stressed
From me showing you the ropes, since you felt like you could hang... your next (neck)
This thing was just an experiment, some Jamie Kennedy sh**
You almost missed your big shot, this was initially Brixx
Knew he wouldn't last 60 seconds the minute he split just like chimney bricks
And I (Santa) kept pa**ing him presents (presence) but didn't never give him the gift
If you think I'm plumbing still, oh sh** you finna be pissed
Don't be shocked, getting defeat, I'm on an energy trip
You still foggy, all my enemies get
Is smoked then put them in the clouds where they finna be missed (mist)
You do dished and use soap with a lemony scent
This faggot actually knows the number of women he's kissed
And the fact we all know that don't any exsist
The first row bought (robot) it, cause yo's come with a simile kits
And the first robot, it for sho' came with a**embly kits
What if the minute he spits, he gets cut off heads.. what's that, decapitate?
If I say can you k** me, he said I'm about to what, procrastinate
If we shoot it out, Innuendo (in yo windows) it's simple, the gla** will break
With bullets coming over the top, f** it I wouldn't exaggerate

[Round 2: RemyD]
This whole battle scene done dropped and gone wrong
It's like being a real n***a and a battle rapper's an oxymoron
It's honestly rediculous watching these little b**hes
Running round actin like drama queens and snitches
Why even be in it? It's a conflict of interest
For a n***a to risk his freedom just to rhyme how he living
With the nine that he gripping or the crime he committing
And the lines and the lyrics sound kinda convincing
Til you met him in person and your eyes get to glimpsing
How the true persona is not in line with the image
When it's clock time to drop rhymes he Popeye with the spinach
But when its shot time he not live, he shy and he timid
Quiet on his phone like his hotline is sizzling
When he just thumbing through contacts like an eye lens prescription
He from a GrindTime division where the high fives is given
To the guys writtin writtens for lines lined in fiction
But with my kind it's business, I'm doin things corporate
Putting n***as to work like Human Resources
Putting n***as in hurt like UFC tournaments
Putting n***as in dirt like you the seed, I'm the florist
Look at me, Look at me, you need to see this
You see this performance I mold my creation through?
Only cause Lush One dropped dough, he paid me to
Everybody know I'm gonna slay the dude
It's easy to break him down, sh** his whole bio's degradable (bio-degradable)
I watched Soul Khan body your whole squad with no prob'
And you made that elephant face f** look better then a nose job
And oh god, you against Swave, truly insane
You moved in a range to close and got threw across stage
Right in the middle of your message, the sh** was pathetic
You saying whatchu doing is getting hectic
And what'chu do continue to, whisper; aggressive
Now I'm suposed to give you a lesson you never learnt
Fox where was you to stop your homie from getting burnt
Okwerdz you the big homie in Stockton, you ain't tell him first?
Sticks and stones break bones, words never hurt
But let him tell it, Swave had numbers that would get him murked, and it ain't that crooked
Team Homi was in the building, yeah Harlem and Brooklyn
But the reason the real man category, a place I can't put him
Cause any real man pushed would of just had to take that a** whooping
Instead of having your town look all sad looking
This kind of sh** shouldn't be brought to the table, like bad cooking
And even if you ain't jab hook'em
Your raps full of how you clap bullets
So you could of at at least shot Drect before he released the damn footage

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[Round 2: QP]
You can't out cla** me, period no matter the time or subject
Cause each lines on point like Cupid arrows shoot cause they designed to love it
If you forget them good writtens (good riddance) you could say bye to bluffing
Cause once you freeze--I'll know you can't rhyme for nothing
No, speed it up... Once you freestyle, I'll know you can't rhyme for nothing
The rhymes the gun and delivery, we could say it's the bullet
Each categories empty for you and they should be the fullest
And your vids, maybe Podiatrist is a good way to put it
Cause I always see defeat (da feet) when I looked at your footage
Look it's the p**y that says bullsh**, through a fake cough
When you beefing with erryone (A1) you cooking with steak sauce
Once this blade slash you, you'll be looking to skate off
You know I put him on ice from the beginning I mean, the look on his face soft (face off)
I make sure you feel close at home getting k**ed in his domicile
Send an escort undercover, the little girly you got going wild
She'll be tossing your salad while the sh**s going down
Just like that rim job, then we'll (wheel) bring the chrome around
Far as your style, what I could do is follow you with the punches like, this is my son
And only hit him with hay-makers, but different sized ones
You get cold cocked from the side where the fist'll fly from
Blindside but they don't enter inter view (interview) but get the job done
Now son when I styling specific, you mimic, how could you not refrain?
Gay imitations will never be a match, sh** is not the same
You think it's Gucci, your crew a squad of lames
You know what'ch'all look like when ya'll walk, a flock of flames (Waka Flacka Flame)
You still in college lame, Juko, didn't know you was still trying
You take Anatomy right? Cause you like getting bodied in any field you try in
Save it, if David could sling rocks and even k**ed a giant
2012 December well, in the end (Indian) you'll get k**ed on my end (Mayan)

[Round 3: RemyD]
It's more holes in your story then my pants belt
See I know you would never personally handle a sh**ty hand dealt
Against Swave you said, if you got writers block you'll just hit the S.O.N.S. and grab help
Well as uninspired as I was for yo b**h a** I did every line by my damn self
You see, I'm top down built for this grind, watch how quick I design
Hostile lyrical lines with compound syllable rhymes
You not that big for my size I jot down visual crime
Like a roundhouse kick to your mind
Get you knocked out in minimal time
See I ain't worried 'bout your Glocks spitting
None of your shots hittin and your clip shorter then Robot Chicken
You the weakest link cause yo type frail
If you squeeze the heat that keep my shells
You'd think the kickback harder than sneaking up on a Clydesdale
What'chu woofing about, I know what that hood sh** about
Same result every time, pull a trigger, a bullet come out
I wouldn't dare doubt you pulling in clout
You should make ends meet well from how good you put your foot to your mouth
But see youngin' why I don't have to speak about gunning
Cause I'm 20/20 with that 30/30 to keep it 100
I'm good sniping with my scope, it look like I'm a shot pro
I'll pull out a blindfold and hit bulls-eye with my eyes closed
So it's nothing to put 5 in your top though
When it come to beef I cook mine to a pot roast
If it's any issues I could lift up on a pistol
Put it to your head shoot the temper out ya temple
Bullets is finna spread through every inch inside your mental
Ya foot get hits next ya leg I'm ripping up the middle
In the Medical like metal stethoscope to your chest
And blow out your solar plex and left pectoral into four sections
Know checkers when you play chess with a professional
My level show you need a telescope to check my episode
I leave him back forth and left right for being Rook
With this L see your life in the look your night (Knight) getting took
See I'm swiping the hook with slant moves like a Bishop
You drag Queens is trash, can't go against a
Rap King and emperor of that ring you entered
That means you n***as is Pawns, can't be contenders
At all it's a difference of cloth from which I'm cut
So even in the event that I slack my trousers still hem him up
See it's a must I demolish ya
Cause how I feel about you is how you feel about Swastikas
I could take your two arms, legs and emerge your neck and then turn
Your torso into a pretzel, how it's stretched in a curve
Tell you prior so it's when you think on what I said it's a burn
And I take your body in a casket but your head in an urn
I'm never concerned with irrelevant terms you bring my way
Question my gang affiliation, things we need not say
Just know I'll get Piru guys thru to bring my rage
And have B's knock on both sides ya head like Beats By Dre

[Round 3: QP]
I say this huge ma** got you caught off guard, is that distracting or what
Am I a turkey cause hey I (AI) think practicing s**s
Fruit, not too many compare (come pair) when it come to matching me up
Keep it 1000, I told you stack a G up
Cause when real soldiers go to war we need something like a rack (Iraq) to meet up
You couldn't mack a dame he into (Macadamian), based on the cash you (cashew) give up
Your girly's into all men (almond) and be bagging it up
And you get pissed dat she hoes (Pisatachios), that be crackin me up
I got a date, an my plan, it with her, cause in the sack she gets nuts
There's no come back for this sh**, I mean absolutely no rebuttal
And I'm finna break it down like a board game, so don't be puzzled
You'll die in this round, clearly remember the global bubble
When I get it *click* popping in the circle, you should'a known it's Trouble
You play Street Fighter but ain't known to scuffle
The last time you pulled a card, it's was thrown and shuffled
You fall right under a b**h as if you known to cuddle
You could'a been a mack but what you jack it/jacket up laying your coat over puddles
Your hoe is subtle about us and how it lays, I guess your woman lie
I'll be out with Ms. Jeckle, she'll see you and run and hide (Hyde)
I been pinching your girls loaf she gives me gread, do you Wonder why?
All I did was ask for sugar, like a good neighbor she let me come/cum inside
As long as I don't (idle) catch you dancing in places I be
We won't have a run in man (running man)
If you kept wins (winds) in rotation, it'd circulate and I'd become a fan
But what you've got in store, can't corner me, thank you.. come again
Your style is Alice with the punches, I'm still waiting for one to land (Wonderland)
These are monkey bars, they're over your head, but do you understand?
Slow it down, I had to use Con to run a scam
Listen you may say P nuts (peanuts), but it spread, so they gonna jam
n***as and b**hes in Paris want us to become their friends (France)
But I'll transform you to caterpillar food yeah, you'll be actually grub
Cause you're only good in sections, that's got me factually bugged
You premature maggoty scrub, being a little fly got you bodied cause you just a gnat to me (anatomy) cause
I gotta run this back, now you just a gnat to me cause, naturally, you only a little fly
You'll get bodied cause Anatomy's actually a field of Science
You're under-developed, maggot not built for flying
And you don't grub, that's where the caterpillar ties in

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