The Saurus - Chilla Jones vs The Saurus lyrics

[Round 1: The Saurus] Well if it isn't Mr. Jump To Top Tier From The Proving Grounds Responsible for that stupid style that every PG dude is using now Well when you lose right now don't act like your status don't change, you can't have it both ways Staring at your own grave I never fold but when it comes to hands I don't play I'll take every Chipper Jones won't be acting so Brave What's cracking Chilla? Listen while your life gets cancelled You catch a hook two times it ain't a Wyclef sample Smack dudes usually ain't my best battles But on paper I got this b**hes number, how you like them apples? Left tackle, off the right edge I might get past you Right, left jab or Ric Flair knife edge slap you You damn right I be the first to raise a fist We can throw out bat (back) like a herniated disc I remember learning back at the early age of six How to catch a lick with (liquid) metal from the Terminator script Y'all can watch me turn this bird to turkey bacon strips I'll blackout and blow a fuse that's a circuit breaker switch This the perfect stage to k** you, it's practically your Boston crowd So I brought Nomar that long nose for a short stop in town Find a cliff, throw your corpse off it now I'll put Chilla on the rocks, but that would make him even more watered down I'll knock him out and dip before he get the VIN number I'm here to feast I'll fix supper like the French Pris bu*tler We can see this clown fronting that's the It cover You think you got a lead, they must've put you on base like a pinch runner You win some you lose some I guess that it's true What's left of this dude will get bagged as evidence soon It was his Last Crusade the second the room Cause we knew in da end (Indiana) Jones would meet the Temple Of Doom Now a new slogan is what you down right need Cause you ain't never stood in front of someone round like me [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Now Peter Morris has battled k**ers But with Chilla is there anything he can do with him? Now I see a smart man would run He knows as far as hot heads they can body his crew mission But y'all ain't even catch the scheme Nasir, runny nose, hot heads, aching body is [?] But I ain't sweating it just know Chills in fatigue Mean that coffin (coughing) coming like flu symptoms So whoever got this dude winning, simply high, see (Hi-C) So be (Sobe) cool my wordplay live I'll snap pull (Snapple) give his V eight (V8) then show sonny the light (Sunny Delight) with a trey five And leave his body in the Ocean Spray-ed if y'all only knew how many Minute made (Maid) die His bay fly, I mean very fine and Capri son (Sun) sh**, I'll run up in his crib while he trying to f** Catch him his miss dick (Mystic) She was cool laid (Kool Aid) naked beside this chump I let a shot clap and told her "Watch you lay around next Cause you could end up all kind of slumped." You know lay around neck, see that was a Hawaiian Punch I got the juice I could take yo' chain but every Crystal Light I peep the j**els n***a But if a n***a rock bands then for that green that queen kissing an Eagle's too n***a Rock man's, Green Day, Queen, Kiss and the Eagle's too Now catch up cause that's the last scheme I'ma repeat for you How sweet of you Battling me on my f**ing turf I should hit you with a magazine But before I let another burst I got an issue with me making a center fold take cover first Cause before I leave the gun I bottle will have a body like Mrs. bu*terworth There's nothing worse, than k**ing someone you respect But better you than I dawg (eye dog) so I'ma euthanize dawg And sit you beside God Now think Suicide Squad if he claiming his leg pop it's a Croc Cause we know this Joker hardly (Harley) a Deadshot Boy you bet' not or get socked til you bloody Ask Shilling, they book me and hit the jackpot in views I done brought Ma** millions I saw your battle with Charron, the kid had you choking like Kat Williams You're a poker player, who left his cards to come die in a battle, he's Pat Tillman We was chilling in the hotel lobby Homie asked me how much I would put on this battle I turned it down, cause he's addicted to wagering Losing is something he couldn't have handled But that experience reminded me of one of baseballs most crookedest scandals Cause how I read (Red) him since an addy (Cincinnati) wanted to bet soon as Pete Rose looking to gamble But all he earned (urned) was being put on a mantle I'm a monster, lift the shirt have him shook by the handle Like miracas, you want the fade I'm armed with blades like Baracka The surgeons gonna have to search in like he Bakka, patna You couldn't hang unless your a** yo' a** get lynched You getting screwed by this L minus the Allen Wrench This a cinch You might've battled dudes who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these Boss Town [Round 2: The Saurus] Well I do like to bet on a lot of sh**, I'll always be a gambler regardless Cause I make people fold and get paid no matter what the card is I invented my style, I'm a product of my environment Your style is rapping about every product in your environment Have y'all ever thought how ridiculous is his whole process? Just Google house hold items and list those objects Now when I first heard Chilla we thought the sh**'s no nonsense But no one's running anymore it's like the Wishbone Offense No content, just schemes, but we want better angles Learn to tightrope walk, cause each wrong step is fatal This a d**h match, it's time to meet all Heaven's angels You 'bout to go through some sh**, Devon get the tables! You getting mangled, you don't scheme 'bout nothing You must be high off the gla** trying to rebound something You 'bout to catch a beat down has all of Bean Town jumping Then put the bow between his eyes like Dee Brown dunking I'm a f**ing know it all with some stuff to show to y'all Chilla got shoulder straps he get buckled overall Dome look like I crushed a bowling ball These head shots on Cam need more than concussion protocol I told you all I think outside the box, this match is fuego Times have changed but my past is one you can't erase though From snapping ankles to cracking safes and snatching bank rolls I played a small part in everything like Danny Trejo San Diego, I'm accustomed to get bored of lines you write They knew that we'd be snoring when they organized this fight See you be making people snooze with all the sh** you do But they ain't hating, there's a difference between sleeping on you and sleeping through you So a new slogan is what you downright need Cause you ain't never been in front of someone round like me [Round 2: Chilla Jones] Biggest battler from New England ever, these is facts Salute to y'all for coming out from the chicks to the G's in back You see this f**ing crowd? f** The Saurus homie you can thank me for that You really think they paid bread to roll up and see Peter rap (pita wrap)? Yeah I seen the stats, you like a 120 battles in That's both pathetic and respectable But you hate on URL and they fans cause they don't check for you I mean you're so anti-URL, "ball game" isn't a slogan it's a place where Big Papi makes hits with his bats You're so anti-URL N.O.M.E. isn't an event, it's a small bearded man that just sits on your gra** You're so anti-URL, Chess isn't a battler, it's a board game he used to play with kids in his cla** He's so anti-URL, Ty Law ain't a battler either, he's a quarterback who was a first round pick for the Pats But he's been switching his raps and I can see it when I watch closer Added aggression like Roc, hoping we noticed he got bolder (boulder) Added gun lines hoping Smack fans would say he's a lot colder Went from The Saurus to Pistol Pete...still couldn't cross over Don't be someone you not soldier, acting like you all street But if it's beef, you gon' dial Jones (Dow Jones) cause I'm a stockholder I'm not sober so here's where the plan for the night go left f** blamming a pipe to damage his white [?] Hands of the knife so fresh, damn it it's quite grotesque Now Peter (PETA) everywhere like an animal rights protest 40 and I both vets, plus X, we lead the Bean adding to the muscle in Ma** like Creatine I've been nice, got more pin stripes than Jeter's team To get ahead (a head) you losing next (necks) I'm a guillotine My dawg's back itching to bug, you better flee/flea the scene Or get more hands in your face than John Cena seen B-More's ink, let the can' rip til my hand's split Spraying the Tec's got him praying in sects like a mantis Damn this, leave him lost under water like Atlantis After letting it sing, or Morris set (Morissette) like Alanis The plan is, open The Saurus to a new page We can shoot fades, my dukes rage with brute race Try me, I'm bullet proof in my hood like Luke Cage It don't matter who's stage I'm on some go to war sh**, I'm on point like a long nose like a sword fish Wooden box and got his pal lit (pallet) that's a forklift And you are round, plate after plate watching that fork lift See I wrote this, with the feeling of k**ing and leaving corpses Just to leave The Saurus the sorest with a sore wrist The score is....two zip Who hold it down like me? See he ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these Boss Town [Round 3: The Saurus] It's like your whole style is just lists, you can't live without it If I put you in my top 10 list, you would probably rhyme a list about it Chilla's scheming ain't as hard as it's really seeming It's all games til he meet a land shark like Willie Beamon You think you got the answer til I cross him up it's a Philly feeling It's k**ing season you should feel lucky to still be breathing This isn't even don't start asking me how But I'm wigging on young wolf that's Carl Anthony Towns It sounds like this dude's faking, box him up; bootlegging This could end one of two ways, do I Liu Kang or Luke Cage him? Now there's fools saying I've gotten careless with this reign But it's not a marriage, you got embarra**ed? Don't Worry, Be Happy; Bob McFerrin I'm the only law that there is Bumping I Shot The Sheriff while I put two holes in your chief like Robert Parrish Now stop comparing both our pens cause that isn't alright I'm raw dope, he's broken down cooking soft white I booked this long flight to give you an a** whooping all night So if dude from Boston Brewing something I'ma put him on ice Y'all are right, it ain't easy being the best for so long You get beat back and forth keep the metronome on If you wanna go, cool, I'm resurrecting Gohan With Chilla every round ga**ed it's like he left the stove on You don't wanna test me or get 3-0'd next see I walk on water, Jesus don't need no jet ski Without me, motherf**er there wouldn't be no west scene I built that dynasty like Theo Epstein Even your best schemes Chilla, they're way off track I'm Big Papi at the plate where the playoff's at? I got family in the north and I'll put my name on that So you can't rob me in The Town homie, bank on that You make words sound like other words and that's why you losing now It's time for you to take jump back to the Proving Ground [Round 3: Chilla Jones] Let me address some sh** in this third round I asked for a local match up, they said this was Ma** against the world style But we spoke about Sicarii...they said he retired we gotta sic our eye on another nerd clown I'm a Rap Genius, so it would've been easy to break a verse down Then they asked me, about the cat Lu Cipher to see who's nicer I said, "Dude tight but we need a bigger name to get the views spiked up." So don't be hype, like you nice, and try to call me wack Cause I'm the King Pen, it's time to show you why they call me that Y'all hear them gats flaming? 1-9 and two 8's like when crack came in I act foul and get the tech/Tec boy I'm that flagrant Your style wackness, malpractice I lack patience/patients A Boston n***a born a k**er like Matt Damon I rap better, it's that blatant You gotta take a stand I get it jumping from the gate with punches quicker than Vega can They love to hear me back and forth with Styles, like Jada fans One call I connect with 4G's without a data plan Rush, have him bouncing on his dawg like Mega Man If I ain't carrying the trey like a waiter's hands, then run Cause I'm pulling out the machine like a paper jam Chilla here fronting for who? I ain't a faker fam', sh** Did he (Diddy) think Puff taught me how to Make A Band? sh** at 16 I really had the hook up y'all Could make a rack out of nothing like a push up bra So call me a nerd, them actions in my past not consistent I had a new Glock in my shoe box, trying to move pot without a pot to piss in So what I speak well in interviews sh**, I see PR is vital in the top position Say I'm lying, til you get it clear and find out the fib real later (defibrillator), I know it's shocking isn't it? But on the card he act (cardiac) like I don't kick up and cook I never really liked to rap I'd rather grip up with crooks Hold the clip up and get shook Then lift The Saurus off his feet, now don't you never seen me pick up a book That slick talk have my Jamaican n***as pissed off They yelling, "Bloodclot, bloodclot" out the whip letting clips off They say "bloodclot" til it's empty then "bloodclot" when they switch off And when it come to the heat it's more blood clots than Chris Bosh This b**h soft Y'all really think he plan to k** me I could just beat him to d**h I don't need cannon's really, I could put the Mac(k) down like Meek's mans in Philly And have him facing fists like a sock puppet, boy these hands is silly Really? We could've battled on the roof, you know where the loser has to jump Wouldn't have mattered at all, but I like you bro So I'll just throw you out the second story window...you'll fall flat in a sprawl You'll survive but your whole body will be black and blue after it y'all Think foliage, how he leaves a different color after the fall This the wrong crowd to test me in front of Glock in his mouth, had his b**h s**ing a shaft like a lesbian lover Quick question, raise your hand if you got me losing this battle right now See that's why [?] and I wore this hoodie for a reason That's cause society's backwards But let's end it right there, cause y'all know I'm not losing now You going against Mr. Top Tier From The Proving Ground And let's be honest, he said it himself, but goddamn dude is round