I'm Alright

[Verse 1: Daylyt] (I'm here, I'm here) (Alright, let's get it) Make some noise if everybody hear I just hope y'all listenin' I said The last hope for spazz-quote respectin' The flow outer space dog, I been astral projectin' Hibernation through cyberspaces Vibrant this guy been chasin', the Lord features But he don't understand the GOD you facin' Wowzers ya missile track, well that's what the eye erases Lost thought, most have no idea, the PG's: My creation I was the first weapon on the Tekken They scream King whenever they pick this cat Second fragrance, I was s(c)ent to fix this trap The URL pyramid scheme, I dreamed We could stick to sweet bars if we involved Twizz (Twix) to snap I called Norbes, told him to book John John vs Nuborn I called Norbes, told him to book Daylyt vs YK He said "We may need a name for that, in case the event get packed." I said "Throw it in the small room, 300 people, call it the Proving Grounds." Norbes, can you agree that this is facts? So why should I be afraid of this kid pen When I gave birth to a world for you to exist in!? Who, knew Security would be something that the building gon' regard? Look at my trailer, notice the old TV show All My Children on the card But just for you takin' me You have awakened the PG God from the slumber The first starvin' artist, it's only gonna increase the hunger You are a product of my creation, I have no desire to kill you This shit right here, only gon make you stronger {Puts On Ski Mask} Last time I was here my buzz was slappin' Summer Madness 3 was the mark out for Smack to be I told him I would clap the heat for the rapper fee They packed the streets sharp and attacked Marie It was 106 but shit the act was free I lied, like I quadrupled my five hundred Which got me double banned Man, they said Daylyt act too G But to keep it two stacks They done gave me my second grand entrance And the decision was prime, envision my spine I guess Daylyt back ya see To all my haters who said I'd never taste the Smack stage again (licks floor) Well it tastes like Smack to me! (Let's rap) (Where my hat at baby?) (Let's go, enough of that, let's rap) [Takes Off Ski Mask] Y'all want me to kill this white girl on cam? Then anything on the lens he low hand Check the quote scan It's about to get big bitch, sit calm Pay attention to what the front row sayin' For you to put an end to this smoke You gon need a Genesis choke You wouldn't see me Earl if they brought Toejam My momentum bakin', I go HAM Split his throat gland A big knife is what I love, nigga I'm a Conan See you got too prep for the Baphomet I told you I'm the GOAT man This one gon' get a mill Long as Norbes bring me my lunch back Hunchback traitors play Spartan scene I depart my mean target, Arkamin The kid cursed without the Cartman scream When I get mad I hand words for the pick Spit like the Arthur meme I arch a beam, spark the thing Get tore when I Glock em Say I ain't gon spark the thing, I King Arthur lean I'm swored in to rock him You shoulda knew I'd do my job all night I'm used to slave chores You shoulda known I would go to work in the room This what I was made for They book you, only to get ya page tore Wage score Braids, fade I'm headlinin', plus I get paid more The small box is shockin', that's what I gotta tase for We smoke anything in the room, who ordered hemp bones? The heat seek will go wherever you go boss You all get sent strong You gets no action with me bitch, you are the friend zone (Keep it going?) A Glock will leave his whole house rocked, You are a Flintstone (Time) [Verse 1: Mike P] (Ya hear me? Ya hear me?) (That was really good rapping by the way, you're really good at rapping) I said The world's most respected stage, if Smack in the house I came to pluck them Quill feathers...and scatter em out Take every bad word you had about URL and shove it back in your mouth So don't play, but yo, Day Welcome to your first battle that counts (Turn up) A fool spittin' Turn a dry driver into a tool drippin' The bird's eye with the Hawk will turn Quill to a stool pigeon Get a blade, and put it back into Day, that Erykah Badu vision The plot? Put Campbell in a box: this a soup kitchen I said you kiddin' Think you stroll in, shit paid for Spit your stupid over-the-headers, little punches to make sure You a cancer to the culture, but, terminal, they don't make cures For all of the sick reasons you're on this stage for (Stop, stop, chill, chill, chill, let me rap) But they say I'm crazy takin' you So you wanna get in the mosh pit? You little sus' motherfucker with heat: you on that Bosh shit Don't care what you got, bitch Flare if you pop, Crip Bouillon cubes: I done cooked somethin' up to put a square in some hot shit You are racking up mileage! It's funny you tried to tire Iron Yet forced your pen to exhaust your hobby You couldn't leak gas Yet your fuel ran out and it all went sloppy I hear death racin' in your voice Day tone a homi Get in gear, I'm ahead Lyt And the drive I got makes this an auto-body! Man, you done picked a fight with Spartacus and hell rose Tell ya honey dip She can watch you gettin' punched through the Net I am Carter with the elbow Outbar me? Hell no Ya man sing and you get metal across ya mouth That's the start of the Chappelle's Show I said, what you want, Lyt? You want light? Well I have brights to bring to you Electric, ballin' out, the past life was Pikachu I spot Lyt, he in the spotlight I close in, but I don't blink at you The gun in hand, you runnin', man: at night I think of you! Scratch that Soon as they booked the match, it was hook and jabs The plan is just to tell you where I'm from before we fight...like a Brooklyn cat The strap fire, don't look at that When it's on me, wow It's like a girl that suck at doggy style: there's no lookin' back Speakin' of lookin' back- Speakin' of lookin' back, you still claimin' OVO? Oh, oh, that's the side that you pretend? You need redemption, so you crawl here 'cause your hype dyin' again? You'll be forty, producin' the same views Shall I remind you again? You've never progressed It's the same song with a hot line at the end! This shit is mine now I'm still here fake I pop cons who can't control a crowd when they put a line down I flip a Crip with a piece of mine now Let us turn the six upside down, he's a nine now I said Fuck reactions, but if they let em in, Day The name remains on the chest: it's a Letterman's, Day You better win, Day 'Cause if you can't serve a young soldier How you gon' march with the veterans, Day? But this your debut So you be gassed just rapping eight off They say from Tink to you, is regular season to the playoffs So they asked if I'd be clocked in, I said lay off I'm bout to show y'all how to get a paid vacay to take a Day off You just lost your first round on URL Time [Verse 2: Daylyt] (You want some water?) (Alright, now let's rap) (We bout to rap now, yo quiet down I need y'all to listen) I said I write for my disciple growth You tellin' me Mike was Thoth? Ya really think this bird GOD? Well I dropped more tiers than the word cry How you expect to see me in three When you don't rap with ya third eye? For this verse I wrote four thirty-twos Screamin' free Quincy, we alive Right, I came through with heavy sound See greatness whenever God move So every setup it's the Metatron's Cube This is when I try angles with every round See the pen crack through syntax Similes, enemies finna be omelettes When I choose them for lunch You think the raps random, damn them The energy I'm wit' is Infinity Gauntlet Nigga, it's jewels in the punch (I do this) See we birthed the fist for earth, it's just the purpose missed Nibiru clocked us We sat back and watched, but was it worth the risk? See the kids is blood type We done let this negative RH through the Stargate But that was the first offense For Osiris sight, but why would iris light High aperture close, so the bow can focus But don't overexpose regrets Why I'm on the cam' snappin'? This happen to be a tough picture But, these niggas still don't pose a threat (I'm a rapper) Another snake, man Worried bout' his rep til' he in the tale rattlin' I dime and back up Another live re-viper shot Well what's the hold up And a kinda nigga I am I rap tight as hell, sir pen out of this world Man this shit is cold bra So what? Ya'll feel he GOAT, how? He got a savant gift to ascend his profile? You feel you a star kid? There's a box, indigo child That got P split Annunaki gift, nigga I rap too wild Can you copy this? Think a floppy disk I knock out a square memory if he act too foul Save the bullshit But you can have a million arms I still chop through your center, P (Let me rap bruh) For those who try to test or act crazy, get boxed to infinity The squares keep on comin' But we square up with the squares for the square dance It's you who they got to pray for now First option was to bomb on one square But now I feel like I can laymore down (I do this) As the block explode The top pick for the topic rose, the cockpit chose I demand flight It ain't the same flight as when you washin' clothes, outside Did you catch it? Y'all admittin' it's the clothesline that hit you Y'all say he toppin' me, what you got for me a shopping spree? Y'all just biased, clothes-minded people (Oh yeah I do this) But, but We gon whip in the casket like a drive hearse Til' they eyes burst See explosions got the war locked, man which is the God curse He fucked if he high alert, I go at em fam We cave men, who creating the fire first From the guys who let the five burst To my complete conscious niggas that wonder what the sky worth Never divide Earth I got something for both parties, this the die-verse I spazz for free, the disaster key Clashed past the last emcee Trash, church it was past the streets They thought he was bout it bout it But you done ran into the Master P Nah nah, nah nah, nah nah I play my part too, they here to see Quill Last battle the nigga only had two lines, y'all feel we equal? I'm 33 degrees higher nigga, amazin' Y'all ain't listen to it? Well here's a better equation Think the Snapchat filter, nigga I dog whoever I'm facin' The grid busted, when I'm Einsteinin' I wig [?] Shorty down, I Charlie Brown I write with the pig pen, leavin' these kids dusted How you gon' step to the ruler? I measure men who mesmerize I show you the world piece, whoever I met a die That was the elbow, I go hard in the paint This shit should be televised (I do this bruh, this shit different bruh, shit different) (It's very different, Mike P: "It's two different ways of rapping") You too blasé, you wouldn't tie with a dollar sign I school niggas to death, it's Columbine (I do this bruh, I do this bruh) When they rate me they give me the under score That's cause they don't get the bottom line For the ladders I try to climb But I don't believe in they bull I'm just seein' bellies A bunch of damn yes men who play man best friend They was being petty About my wave being fucked up But those the type of niggas that brush me wrong I remain a sober gent, no deodorant, I must be strong I said, I said, I said See the shell clappin', Daylyt on the stage he Pharrell rappin' I black on a white face, I'm Reepah Rell snappin' (I do this!) You really thought you had action wit Day? He tried it They find him in a gutter, nigga be honest! (I'm nice, nigga!) Second round they might have to wrap this shit up If they don't got my five hundred, I'ma clap this shit up (I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper) [Verse 2: Mike P] They say you write crazy, Day Day's crazy, crazy...Day! This battle fire facts bruh, but this match up, seems so unlikely You had Summer Madness 3, set up with Sevah so nicely Then that, Math diddley took you to New Jack City to go and Ice T And now you get five hundred dollars And a "if Young Metro" card, to battle Mike P But it's Daylyt, in God form, versus the cardboard cutout The lamb that's supposed to stand and watch the star pitch a shutout They say bug out That means punch Mike, slump Lyt, just walk through him I mean, a Day verse hurts Just throw hays first, and then talk to him Nah, Davonne, I gotta speak to the inner Lux in you Open the vault of your core, man And all the core fans that put they trust in you I fuck wit you, but I ask a friend Has there ever been a GOAT with so many fans spinnin' but such a lack in wins? I said Aye see ya, breeze by the notions, it ain't true He say URL fans are stupid, Day cruel A king to pawns, I guess, and a heir conditioned to make rules Now you gon' stand here, propel, and expect them to stay cool? I mean, them lines on yo' mug, got you disguised as a bug And trust, I been crushin' beetles since "Hey Jude"! You let people beat you My bad, let me repeat that again You let people beat you! How you the greatest, but such a profound victim? Trying to be Dot against B. Dot And got 30'd, with a clown's wisdom You've been food getting served But that's what catering to the crowd gets him But you here for Lux, right? You a bum, Lyt I mean how you gon' battle Beloved When you lost to his carbon copy with Down Syndrome? Huh!? I mean, you ain't never gon' beat that man that could defeat a Cal I done tripled your last battle in views, I know you seen it, pal! Versetracker if you need to browse! "Well, I never needed URL" Well, shit, looks like you need it now! (Oh we gon dance baby, oh we gon dance baby) I said, fuck the small talk, I get dawg walked I hope the leash be wit you Son Lyt can get a hunt knife, if ya seed be wit you Jesus, this gon' be ya last supper, pray the heat be wit you Or you gon' need God and Th3 Saga when this two piece be wit you How you a Crip and a fruit? I start pearin' him I know you hear the comparisons, and start scarin' him Getting stage fright, Daylyt, you at war with a barbarian I'll leave Day, draggin' in his blood like a Targaryen I said you thought, this was gon be ya lucky day? Please, bro A hot nine will take out seven Fuck, you on E, bro? Doctors with the JayBlac face, screamin' "Please, no!" Paramedics pumpin' on ya chest sayin', "Breathe, bro" The team know, get ya knees broke and cheeks swole I bet the whole house to get the dub: I'm Pete Rose Fuck the West! Problem with that? Throw hands with me, yo Soon as you stop watchin', SMACK! That's a Qleen quote! Mean flow, twistin' l's with a cake, you gettin' steamrolled You ain't shit but prey on the field: Tim Tebow I stop bums, clock bums Draw shit, pop one Shotgun in the trench, catch what's under Mike P coat Bitch, you catch what I really tote I put a fuckin' club to the jaw of the greatest: I billy GOATs Pop shit, I'm at ya crib silly wrote VH1 tribute: the homie talkin' big shit 'til he choke Yeah, I said you the GOAT But not the rap type that skills you in a hearse You a goat The "baaahh" type, that gets milked for what he's worth! Had a goal up in ya life but now ya mission's gettin' worse Could've planted ya career but you was pissin' in the dirt Now you come here, kissin' ass, like now we give a fuck All for Loaded, on some hoe shit How them bowels holdin' up? I'mma be like Queenzflip vs. the troll god 'cause now ya motive sucks You can either back up against the Mike, or bow to Lorded Lux Time [Verse 3: Daylyt] (Yo, yo yo yo yo) (Let them take care of that, let them take care of that) (Yo, we good?) (Alright I need to see, make some noise if everybody hear) (We here, let's get it) All this back and forth drive got me tired I'm losing my inner will They say the remedy is to be outspoken When you make a round Well at this moment your momentum will stop This the round where I break him down Y'all ever wonder why nobody know what Chico really look like? The truth is, real street niggas can't be on cam' like that when they look to increase I find it completely ironic how Chico don't want to deal with the cops, but yet he booked the Pulice Mike Pulice Bro are you seeing the mission? And he say, "It's not P-o-l-i-c-e, it's P-u-l-i-c-e" Oh, you think it's a difference? This should not be rap Just for your name being police that should've got P slapped Well you ain't gotta be a police for real But you act like one and I don't fuck with copycats These twelves will make sure you die slow I'm tellin' you this one time, I'm goin' for the five-o Don't cop out now nigga what ya life like? While you was at the police department Big houses from the police department I was in the hood, po' leasin' apartments Wit the police in the apartment Nigga I had to tackle every goal I was playin' rugby for my mother supper Think Big Fendi on the stage Nigga my background uglier than a motherfucker Up nights I was firin' clowns, blazin' wit the heat I told my mom How you expect me to cut it out when you raise us in the streets? Every nigga I looked up to went to the pen, that's how I was led Pops told me to stay wit the toast, that's how I was bred But, but, but, but, but You did a Street Fighter scheme right? It was the coolest, niggas was clappin' You was down forward with the punches It was dope to see how-dude-can get a reaction Everything that went by son left em in shock They was blind cause that's what happen when the replay melt Don DeMarco secure a crowd reaction But that's what happen when you got the DJ help See you don't write like the coolest You prick, You write like Anubis Lyt type the coolest Look how much I spent on kicks, "Phike-Phike-Yuken" (Oh keep it going?) Thought I was doomed I go for the clean sweep, like I got a broom I was holdin' back but now I'm all forward, aye, Sonic Boom (Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going?) Think E. Honda I was in the side skirt crouched with the bun attached Aye, you tap me too many times, you'll get hundred slaps Mama slapped, sister slapped, brother slapped, cousin slapped Faggots play Sagat, he gon need another patch! They knew I would fuck him up Tiger uppercut, Ryu sucker punch, Guile duck or what All munchkins Think Balrog, I'm the only nigga in the game, with all punches! Just another white nigga gettin' blacked on A Street Fighter scheme when the caps drawn I shoot with no emotion nigga, I cap calm (Keep it going? Keep it going? Keep it going? Let's go) The last one And yet it was a Street Fighter scheme They all sayin' "Jesus, his brother gone" I just fucked Ryu up, yo Twizz At the bottom of the screen put "Please insert another coin" One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Ooooh, oooooooh-oooooh [Round 3: Mike P] I feel like the Rodney Dangerfield of the URL I still ain't get my respect yet Battled Ave, Tink and this crazy fuck, and they wonder why I ain't dead yet Like I ain't a problem, THE problem, a said threat I guess I need a harder drive...way harder drive... Like the same impact on the whip that put your bitch on bedrest! If I was the driver, I'd have finished the job, there'd be a life lost Give your dead queen a 5-footer 'til I was Phife Dawg Davonne, you're stadium food Catch what I write, boss? You relish in moments 'til we catch up that you're overpriced, dawg Lyt'll be on the stick, a Han Solo mission Another street dude boxed and get a hobo lifted The Sig mixed with a herb: that's dolo-spliffin' Quill push me, I steal pussy like a robo-kitten You'll get tossed, something without the pin: I don't swipe debit They say I got Lyt? F it, it's light effort Despite Lyt effort, you couldn't check Mike, mic-checking A 1-2, 1-2 will leave your skull aired like you light-headed You see the scope, Lyt? The scope light where Lyt head is You don't like Mike? The white light where Lyt headed Get your life cut short, I'm makin' a slight edit Cause the fo'-fo' surprisingly low like my credit! What your life like? Praying with your girl, watching Zeitgeist Blues flaggin' around the white colors in your home I am Flight Mike, Tyson in his teens on his fight night Hooks landing, they gon' tell this fucking ass roam If this kid come back, he'll get his ass jumped If Daylyt come and he ain't bringin' no chrome He'll get 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, punch How Daylyt come and now he wanna go home!? But this your debut, and my bad debut Ayo, Smack, we filming two movies! The cast is here, but it's still not clear why'd you choose me As the stone cold look, knowing giving Austin powers could prove groovy Ain't even like you, can't call me a clone—I'm too Gucci But you got the draw I'll give you that Guess I ain't get it yet You can mumble on RBE, get away with Murda like you was getting wrecked Ain't nothing Organik about you Chico, you just get a check And face it, whenever it's Grind Time you're indirect (Drect) And a schizo What he say now might not be what he say later Try talking to him...he'll be feelin' like a zombie 28 Days Later! But we should know Day We miss that really slain Philly Swain We reminiscing on the good old Days But how you gonna send my ass where Rich Dolarz at? When you ain't sent nobody since that Rich Dolarz cat! Every damn event, just flashing pen, and not involved in scrap Feel like a class presentation, with the title called "I Can Rap" But I stop shooters and block losers, I am the new one Stop rumors, Akuma, ain't fatherin' Ryu son The great scale to touch a mil' with a hadouken The red rag around the head and the wrist spit on your blue one Now I see you sight shifting, watch how I move iris Two tyrants who make every decision by they selves, and refuse guidance You could have had a Big T, Storm, Shine, Tsunami...shit, even Rain But you moved climates Labelled yourself an infant, said you'd be another new climber You took the rookie route Ran to coach the first class, and they made your crew quiet They gassed you up, then passed you Lux Thinking you dumb and you'd buy it But you took me instead, they said I'll be dead And yeah, I'm walking towards the Lyt, but you dying! It only matter to how you rap it and you know that, especially... Time, man