Stormy Monday Blues

[Round 1: Big T] Last time I was here they booed me I ain't quite know how to do with that So now it's 2 options, it's either you relax You can clap or you get clapped! A nigga boo me I'm stopping midway through the rap like {​​​*Cocks gun*}​​​ WHO WAS THAT?! Cause if a nigga could boo my rounds I brought a couple rounds that could boo him back Boo! Boo! Boo! Listen Red... I heard he wanted to shoot a fair one in Jersey I said, "Fuck that, I want a neutral place to rock" Nigga, I know Joe Lite and my nigga Fox Them a couple of New York niggas from the block So bring 0 in the middle of the BX Oh, y'all think I'm talking bout the Bronx I said bring 0 in the middle of the BX, I was talking bout a BOX! This nigga Red talking 'bout let's box? Put a finger on me a bitch dying Pinky ring finger will be somewhere where they gotta get divers Middle/index will be somewhere where they lit fire And they gon find his thumbs up on the side of the road like a hitchhiker See this guy must be high, probably Your must be smoking that Bob Marley or sniffing that Chris Farley You ever think of fucking with mine, Charlie I be at his crib behind his furniture with more barrels than a wine party Soon as he turn on the lights we popping up at his crib like a surprise party You know why you can't swim with T, Red? Cause you can't tread like that T, READ, you also spell "TREAD" like that You don't get no street cred cause the streets don't see (C) Red like that C, RED, see, you also spell CRED like that Ain't no bitches IG'n 0 Red, but he used to getting ignored like that I-G-N-O-RED, you also get IGNORED like that We know how your setups be 0 Red, but we tired of gettin' bored like that To B(e) 0 Red, you also get BORED like that I got a hella lot of 'phors like that Cause I can't think of shit Lyrically I think he sick, personality wise I think it's shit I'm gon get back to these bars just give me a second to speak a bit See Red, shouldn't you be bad every time you battle a top nigga They don't bring they shit because if you lose or beat 0 Red It's not meaning shit, it's meaningless, I'm mean as shit Personality weak as shit But come up with the same damn flow every time you see his shit It's a whole bunch of *rambles* Take a scheme you flip, repeat your shit And just say what he would've did if he's me and shit See Smack must be trying to challenge me Cause you know he got the upper advantage if he battle me Cause how do I come up with personals against a nigga with no personality? Since you like to pick out what niggas be like, Instagram This nigga dead, ripped to shreds, I'm stripping every inch of dread This pistol lead sharp and on point, it's like a pencil lead I'll put a beam on a nigga, I always had it in for red (Infared) Mr. Red, why I shouldn't even be in the mist of Red? I heard that horse playing gave him a mouth like Mr. Ed And can't miss the red, beam like a spotlight, I won't miss the Red Blood splatter everywhere, it'll only be a mist of red Are you going against me Red? This the (?) versus Cotto Mayweather versus Cotto Joe Fraizer vers'Jojo...... Simmons 9 out the pocket, Ton' Romo Push this clown red wig to the side, no Bozo 0 Red, you know what's in common with a target? The 0 Red Give 'em a clip, slip, gave him another one, I owed/O'd Red Surf and Suge over the body like, "No 0 Red!" My bullets speaking in different languages like the old Red Mr. Chalakaboo back but he boo boo blaka and shit Mr. Boo Baka and shit, lou wop, pop in the clip Chopper equipped, "Frah! Frah! Frah! Frahka!" his shit Rocket launchers and shit, baka his shit *Reload sound* "Bop! Bop! Bop! Baka!" his shit Pop in the clip on the Eagle so long it look like an Ostrich and shit One pop/pap smear this pussy, I gynecolo your shit! QUIET! [Round 1: 0 Red] URL I'm back! Sorry T, I gotta get rid of you nigga Smack paid me extra to finish you nigga Before I start though, I brought a gift for you nigga Just like the other fat boy in Chicago nigga... L'ma sit that on my side cause it still got the wrapper and I don't want you to eat through it nigga Now Stage 48 Y'all know the drill, y'all can react while I'm cooking that pussy I'ma keep count on how many times he look at that cookie I think I should warn y'all, just know it's bout to be a long night Cause I just set that down, he already looked twice But fuck that, y'all came here to hear some bars right? Well I'ma pill popper, tonight I go Alien off that E, T You the cheapest drink in McDonalds, that mean you sweat tea/T I know your baby moms so watch the rhymes you speak, T Or get your BM X'd trying to stunt on a G-T I get it popping from Jersey to Washington, I'm a Beast, T My heavy metal rocking from AC to DC No tacky nigga from Wayans Brothers when I make TC (T see) A pump will push his chin... you looked again, that's 3, T Smack got me doing these Chi-Town niggas bad First Young Kannon, no games I had to clip him fast Big Kannon, WH0000....if y'all saw the way I whipped his ass Y'all gon love T, KO, no Teddy Pendergrass Now we both said classic or body, he can't smoke me We sound the same but we different, 0, Beast, you just obese I mean That Rich Dolar will give you a lyrical slaughter You ain't built for 4 quarters, how the fuck can you handle 0, T? This rhyming shit, I got it bitch, ask the rappers I'm riding with I make 'em buckle down, hit a couple rounds, they trying to spit If I don't rock with it, no questions asked, they dropping it I prepared my team for the ring I'm Greg Popovich Now speaking of Greg Popovich, watch this shit My steel bang from Gary Neal range Approach me, extendo in the 9, my Tony give him Ginobli That hammer spring while the handle tied with the bandanna thing So the Heat, can't stop that shooting I call it Danny Green I get T, Macs for nothing I'm gutter Then I post on the block like Tim Duncan for his mother I'm strapped with a chopper, that long arm, Kawhi Leonard Spot the bitch who birthed T, I'll go split her (Tiago Splitter) Now I know that ain't crazy, but them last bars Spur of the moment, back to the topic That's your 4th time looking my nigga, I'm still watching This truce, my youngest Shotta got a Russian Chopper, the 100 Rocka That cat will leave you (Catalina) on the scene like Colombiana So watch your mouth cause my shooters ready to ride It's crazy Terrance how words get a actor shot for pride You get it? Terrance Howard, actor shot for Pride Charles Lee Ray bullets, I'll leave 'em stuck in a good guy Got hood ties in your hood 5, ride where your corner at? Chopper name Dirk, it's a German shooter That forward strap, pick a nigga off like a corner pack You'll get quartered back, fat nigga, nigga with braids I'm bucking there, no Warren Sapp (Buccaneer) This shit a horror flick in a round, you hear that Grudge sound? Dressed in all black with a hammer, I'm a Judge now Mortal Kombat, I send fly caps like Kung Loa Ice T when I hit his lemon, that's an uptown I'm Megatron, I ride up on any stage with a weapon tied This ain't NOME III so tonight you ain't getting Shine You thought you could deck Da Don He tossed you with hella bombs Which reminds me, you looked at that Cookie...7 times! Jersey [Round 2: Big T] I caught Red in his jeep creeping I take the revolver *bing, bing* it, it goes in Fuck it, "Rah! Rah!" he get the automatic too, that's goal tending Nigga this crime scene gon look like a fire department When you go near it Cause what I fire, man from these poles Will have Red truck with big holes in it Come on with it, I heard these niggas was asking for me I don't gotta do shit, I just sit back and let it happen for me I'm like a injured football player on the field after being tackled ugly Cause soon as I get a OK, everybody get to/the clapping for me The way I came up dumping a Nina is like staying over your friends house But with nothing to get a clean mouth I got 'em all cleaned out with one brush of a finger See this hoes be acting up, but these hoes will clap him up Gun skull be fractured up, have 'em patching up his lower back and up I know it didn't sound funny, I didn't expect for y'all to be laughing up But the way I made they bones shatter up They should be over there cracking up Yeah, ask for us my niggas on it, I hit your set trip and set trips up on it Like price line, he come through bong bong, we get to ripping on it How you niggas selling drugs and tipping on it And I ain't ever seen no pistol on it? It's like a wet caution sign On the design you always see somebody slipping on it My niggas on it, I don't care who you is or who you with Or who you get into it with, we'll shoot your shit Put your head in the toaster, bing! Strudel it Noodle it, over it, youtube it, poison the tube youtube with Voodoo it so you don't get immune to it Take it, doo doo it, get your boo boo hit She gaga goo'n like, "papa, who is this?" Til we hear a "pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!" til it click Police remove the doors all the way through the tents They even search engine lookin' for answers like, Google it A search engine looking for answers, Google it? I didn't expect y'all to voodoo it, that one you gotta YouTube it But didn't you quit being a Blood? That gangsta shit not in you Boy you scotch tissue How you ban/band a nigga that pop metal and rock with you? The day you buried your flag, that's when a soldier died in you But when you a real soldier, they suppose to bury that flag with you Didn't you be a stick up man before Surf? The dreads? I heard a nigga tried to play him like Uno, they be the first one dead But this nigga tried to skip with my green like I didn't deserve the red I'm a wild card, he draw fours, I'll draw too/two Blue/blew, made it reverse on Red Think I'ma get robbed De Niro, boy you act like Rob De Niro? My clique, I could see no (Casino) one get robbed in there row Where Jersey at? That's gon get Black Robbed in there 0 Line em up I get everybody robbed in there Whoa Yeah, 0 Red, Quiet... [Round 2: 0 Red] Wassup Big Perm, I mean Big Worm, I mean Big T I heard you wanna battle me That's blasphemy your majesty bout to make you a casualty Why would you even ask for me? I'm versatile when rocking You that back wall in hot topic, you just graphic T I mean let's analyze your rapping T You told Surf, if he try to lock pick your door and stick his face in You'll put the attic in the basement with the Terminator 1 role Knock the baby out the play pen, correct? Ok, question If you're at your crib, why put the attic in the basement? Who crib is that? Then shoot a baby out the play pen? Who kid is that? I know, I know, let me guess, that's his style, he started it Nigga that rhyme wasn't smart as shit, that's just some retarded shit But real shit, that type of shit is why I'm living He just talk it, he don't live it, I'm talking and subconsciously walking, draggin' my pivot He better watch the way he spit it Fore you telling T, R.I.P, my P-I-N-G's (End G's) for tripping These rappers never learn they lesson, till I pop the heater Steel peel like Real Deal, that Dot'll teach ya You 16 deep, only 3 surviving I aim straight that thang bake My 9 ate (8) 13 What's today's date? 9-8-13 right? Also I go Miller with the Mac, leave lost souls I bring Thriller where you at Those your bars right? I know, I ain't a biter That's just my way of sayin' I get to clapping when him and his niggas rapping Make it rain in that cipher Go 'head T, try riding on me, you get the Christopher Wallace story Wit a Big Pop, I leave BIG shot, Robert Horry I palm the 40, this pussy think he could body me Shotty Horroh Voice on the Tsu, I'll leave you silent, T I could kill you and get acquitted, my lawyer love the money 2 straps, this Paralegal (Pair Illegal) like a Lawyer understudy I'm a real street rapper, you a motherfucking fraud A nigga who studied law, you just do it for the buzz But your last battle....cuz? A lot of people say you 3-0'd Shine, y'all agree? Well me personally, I say he won 2-1, don't take it personal But 2nd round I deducted points cause of that shirt [?] They say stripes make fat look slim, that don't work for you That shirt looked like it was 50% reversible Honest fact, you was rhyming crack, but your body fat so wrong T you look like a mud puddle with clothes on You dirty, you stink, and your stomach hang from thigh to thigh A nigga on a boat with a tiger, you live the "Life Of Pi" (PIE) And in that same round you proved that you a hoe ass nigga You flipped my Roscoe shit, you don't own that nigga! You stole that nigga! I should Blade 2 you "Hold that nigga!" Leave your grill split from a biting like you Nomak nigga Y'all want some honesty? A lot of people hate when this nigga spit rounds Cause he never straight to the point, Jeremy Lin style Every time he rock it (Rocket) be hella long, you spit Yao He couldn't kill a verse on Smack if you was Jin clown Lin, Yao, Jin, it's a message in my ink This round is about your lazy raps how you fat and you stink? That your Lin, Yao, and Jin Little nigga think Your body amours the links, I'm just showing you the chinks Don't you get it? Fate wanted you to get your ass cracked You missed out on that Mickey match to hear this real rap It's obvious, nigga you don't see the paradox in that? You manage to dodge Factz and run into some facts, FACT! You tried to clown Charlie saying all his battles was at home Never out his comfort zone, well all your battles on URL So you kinda condoning that shit, you lab ass nigga Local ass bitch, you a debatable rapper You could never beat me, I'm a boss, I body niggas freely You can be that Next Friday baby joker looking NYB Rican And still can't C-O-R-T (See O-R) EASY! Jersey [Round 3: Big T] See y'all don't know how long I been waiting for this You lucky Calicoe freestyled his 3rd round and ain't do this So long story short everybody, I'ma get straight to this Let me tell y'all my version of what happened with 0 Red in St. Louis 0 Red battled a nigga named J Huggins for 40 dollars We was in the condo, Me, Calicoe, Hollow, and my homie Holla You know Con know, we seen 0 Red he got a couple ratchet hoes to holla Got 'em into convo, you know, we had us a couple bottles You know how hoes do it You know they get to sippin' some of that strong fluid You bag a bitch, another nigga fuck her Come on my niggas we all go through it But it seemed like my nigga Red was really going through it Calicoe getting head, he damn near jumped in the bed like, "BITCH! DON'T DO IT!" Calicoe like, "man, c'mon man, close the door stupid" Nigga she mad, she crying cause she caught doing shit the hoes doing Meanwhile my nigga Red texting this bitch like, "girl you so stupid See if you was just for me you wouldn't even have to go through this." We like, "0 Red! 0 Red! You don't even know this bitch!" Calicoe getting pussy, you getting pussy too, trying to console his bitch We trying to Jane Doe this bitch, fuck her, run a train on this bitch She sucking my man dick, you outside trying to kiss on this bitch Instead of you just getting the ass out an leave You be having these hoes thinking they royalty You owe all these real niggas an apology If you ain't gonna be real with these bitches, then I'ma be You got these old hoes talking like they queens, Mama Dee See, since you wifing these bitches I'ma be right there when the wedding planned Trip the ring girl, so she choke and die off the wedding band You seen Godfather 1? I come with the tech in the reception spraying Giving a couple to the toast at the wedding like the best man People dodging and shit, swinging off of the bases Bullets ricocheting off of vases Man I don't know what happened, but I was squeezing up at they faces And it took a plug out they head like they was leaving out of the Matrix Why you wifing these sluts? She vice gripping a nigga nuts She's on a nigga nuts, sucking and fucking until a nigga nut You asked us if I did fuck, nigga who didn't fuck? I just shot my shot and hit it the first time, beginners luck They want me to style on em, you see T off a fif and a (?) Offer from Pedro to get a payroll off of some Yayo [?] hoe then bend they hoe, with the kimbe the A hole Like aye hoe, aye hoe, they gotta go, hasta luego Yeah I pay so, what's the pesos? Stay in your place 0 Get beat like Dre, no, I drain 0 clean like Drano I'm crazy fast, Hussein Bolt, you sane bolt Whip his chain bow like Django up in the Durango Try to play 0, that's gon get jacked off you jack off (?) I would spit in your mug, I do backwash You write a check your ass can't cash, I got the exact cost This beam will get Red tagged, it's taking half off That mac baboom Red monkey ass Baboon, Red, Monkey Ass, see I don't know If you don't know what they lookin' for it's body or it's lower past Cause they gon be up all night looking for his other half Yeah, you talk about my Hollow loss, Red, like it's the Holocaust, Red But your Swave Sevah loss, Red You damn near got your head severed off, Red See you wasn't that crispy candy color gloss Red The style was more of a burgundy cause it looked a little off, Red I heard you was a booster for them roosters, who Red Robbin/Robin? I'll have my man pop him The phone call gon sound like I send my bitches to go to with one of my man's shopping Should I say get 'em heel toe stiletto, red bottoms? Slow it down! Nah he from Jersey "Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or something" I said, get him, he'll pump steel at 0 Red bottom.... Translation: He'll shoot his ass You moving past a sleeping giant Don't come to my crib, boy I keep an iron Muzzle the gun just in case things get violent, that keep it silent Guns on the "bloaw" sound more like ... so let's speak in private A silencer on the pistol, come get some peace/piece and quiet QUIET! [Round 3: 0 Red] Time out! Cut these cameras Smack, T, are you that fat or you cookin? That's from 1st round its 3rd now why you still lookin? Nigga you gone make me throw this shit, stop losing your focus bitch I want your soul to lift, but not via no chokin shit I'm tryna show your clique, you ain't a Jordan 11 cat That mean you will never walk on Red soul (sole) you ain't bred for that A lot of y'all thought it a be close, well I'm deadin' that After this round over that soldier gone need a medic pack Fact, this whole bout, I proved to y'all we ain't cut the same I showed y'all I got AP aggression and can rush a lane Or draw him out with Mayweather poise and show my punching game You fraud, T in the ring acting, he Clubber Lane That Bull shit get him 22, Taj Gibson How that 9 rip him, painting precision with time vision Head shot, that eye witness go "DAMN!" Rod Simmons Walk up and let it ring back to back, Lebron mission T, just use that safety net when you die...you feel me? Just pull a X, lie, say you ain't try, they'll let it fly See I, I don't got respect for any rapper who doin that Or any fan who say they true to rap but they cool with that Smack, you gone feel what I'm saying about the set trip Cause I'm tired of niggas cheatin on battle rap for the next bitch Stand on stage without your best shit, that ain't vet shit How the fuck can you love that game if you don't respect it? Now me on the other hand, I treat every battle like it's the last of my life Tomorrow ain't promised, a nigga probably clap me tonight So just in case they snatch up my life, this faggot get wiped Dragged T before he die I got the Passion of Christ So the bitch in him, yall bound to here hurr like a Nelly verse I could throw a clip in his donut and watch the jelly squirt But fuck letting the Dessie burst, you'll get the machete work Chest where the slit b, turn Big T to a belly shirt I'll have his homies yellin' out "Red, just hit him with the Glock The cap'll take him," Fuck that, I'm decapitating his top So when them southside cops find his head in a box They don't know whether it's T, RG3 or Yung Chop, let me stop Should I stop? Nope! You asked for it Ock, you deserve the damage Calicoe your right hand and I'll hit his ass with a cannon So I ain't understandin' why this man is still chancin' When you saw Cal L (Kalel) first like Superman parents Man of Steel — Kalel- Superman- I'm cold dawg Which reminds me, you said I was Crip tonight (Kryptonite) You wrong dawg That type of talk will just make me walk through your zone dog Bunny slippers strapped with a Tec sense you think I'm Loc, Dog Y'all wanna know how we got to this point? Smack said I'm settin' classics up, I need you versus Magic, bruh I said when Magic beat Conceited, then I'll fuck Magic up I know you got your racks and stuff, but the status ain't adding up Do simple Math, put T in the equation that's a plus Speaking of Math, your Hoffa I'm ;bout drama You lack Math, head shot, I'll add a bullet, subtract your life Math Tryin to take a shot at the king, that ain't bright Math The nigga I bodied you lost to twice Math Yo DNA, listen you dirty bitch I'ma tell you like I told Shine,S "stop talking like you want that sauce Don't battle guard dogs get loss, I'll kill your boss." Ask him, I'm the wrong rasta to rumble with You got all of your flare from that Teddy Bear you cuddle with Jackin' his every move, it's obvious you sucking dick I can see D (CD) on C-D like a double disc And all you other haters takin' shots at the boy You'll only get half a bar Fuck you Norbes..... Jersey