Dog Walking In The Park

[Round 1: Pass] Y'all remember this? Shout out to my nigga Apes He said, "I'm from The Bay Where you can get punked for ya attitude Got a pump, ya body get dumped in the avenue" Lotta you punks prolly get jumped and it's bad for dude Hop in the trunk, find patna slumped out in Santa Cruz Every single thought is "kill kill" The caps will (capsule) calm you down, that's called a "chill pill" Nah, it ain't no hard feelings, the water real still I'm lyin', I'll throw you off dock of The Bay, yeah I harbor Ill Will I don't know if he real real Like after you pass against Pass, the GOAT do you still heal? I should clap the toast just to ask ya ghost how gettin' killed feel What ch'all think I'm scared of little William? Nigga he's not raw He ain't got shit in store for me like the Eastmont Mall The shit is make believe I hate it when the fake succeed You a snake in the leaves in green and beige fatigues Just wait and see I hate everything about yo' style Your jokes lame, just save it please I watch one of your battles smokin' a blunt like, "Damn, this a waste of weed." Oh he sayin' that he major leagues? He stay with ki's? Yay' and trees? You must be drunk, pistol on his back gon' make him leave I get behind the Will (wheel), like I'm a good friend and take his keys (ki's) Why you always talkin' 'bout fuckin' on someone's mama or they bitch? Nigga you? Nigga is any one of them women in life ever let you hit? Nigga who? William I don't think that shit is actually true I think you rap about it cause you traumatized over how it happened to you For example: I was wit' his bitch Oh yeah I can't keep ya bitch up off me Don't even ask if I hit it doggy Shit I rolled a Backwood on her back while I hit it doggy I saw your picture on the wall before I flipped it over, I flipped it off I was feelin' froggy Dick swingin' in the kitchen while I was sippin' coffee Knockin' over all the condiments that's why this nigga's salty And if it's a surprise in his place, might be a .45 in the face Nah, you only tryin' to fuck my mamas and aunties cause you look 45 in the face What? You think I'm mad nigga? C'mon now, I'm from The Town you know we don't get down that way I'm not mad but I do think it's lightweight funny that you stole ya slogan from Pat Stay He mad right now Oh so, when I'm mad nigga then you glad nigga? Like you bask in it when a nigga doin' bad and you finna spaz nigga? When you don't wanna see me I'm the last nigga When I'm mad nigga then I Glad niggas, that means it's a wrap nigga when the bag zip up It's a trash pick up I said I'm off the charts in the land I grew up in the north by Mosswood Park, now I'm dog walkin' him fam' Cause he all bark, but he's small talk when he jam Religious? Nada I'm God to y'all, this whole it's all part of the plan The fist proper, Stigmata, you see Jesus when I cross marks wit' the hands It's crazy how I'm gonna kill Will and let this whole crowd witness The last two words this nigga ever gon' hear is (Town Bidness!) [Round 1: Ill Will] You look like dude that be wit' that other dude that be like, "Oooh baby whatchu doin'?" You look like that nigga But KOTD I'm back Took 'em long enough Actin' like I don't spit that crack Cause if Pass pass by me y'all know I ain't come to spit no bullshit like that When I throw this up, that's Yak Town That's what I mean rappin' to you But when that AK go ya da da mean shit gon' happen to you It's dawg flex, he gon' get his jaw checked I'm offset, throwin' shit over Pass (overpass), I'm tryin' to cause wreck 'Ganik said, "Will I got a bag for you." I said, "Damn, I need the dinner." With this protection I don't need Avengers Yo bitch loves my battles, she keeps comin' through these bars like a repeat offender Nigga I'm nowhere near chump Don't you dare jump Pretty Tom with a snare drum Bullets piercin' Pass, Tom Brady wit' an air pump I'll 30 somethin' Yeah, .30's dumpin' Bro, when you go over there to- nigga y'all ain't gonna worry nothin' I'm just gon' continue to ghost bustas (Ghostbusters); Ernie Hudson Why y'all let this fool in? Them battles you was wearin' them backpacks was the ones you was schooled in Why don't y'all give this man help? Before the can' help And I get rid of words ('wurdz) like ya damn self Life absurd, get sliced in thirds Kidnapped, buried somewhere by the burbs If I don't tell the police nothin' and I ain't got the words Then they can't find the words to tell his mama that they can't find the 'Wurdz Line the bird, I'm from the Murder Mitten my nigga Buncha Gary Payton's and Shawn Kemp's that'll flame on you Meanin', if you get to see The Glove Pass, then a .40 might bang on you Ayo Chilla! I ain't the type that'll talk and type But I'm talkin' stripes Last nigga schemed on me? Lost his life But I will scheme on Chilla tho' "His bitch got her mouth on my dick, he (Dickies) mad. And I see why Shot from the peripheral, the floor is where I leave eyes (Levis) I came to ball mayne, I got robbin' genes (jeans) He ain't got a chance around this motherfucka." I only said that scheme to let Chilla know I wear the pants around this motherfucka I'm snappin' wit' the fifth He get clapped up in this shit If I get active (Aktive) it's gon' be a disaster (Dizaster) in this bitch I don't give a fuck, I'm married to the game But I can play a single all the way Like, catch ya family and Terminator wit' the kid; Jingle All The Way What Pass wanna do? Yak Town in this bitch [Round 2: Pass] What's up Will? He wanted to diss Chilla Jones...that was stupid as shit I get it, cause I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure out what the fuck Chilla Jones gotta do wit' this shit This nigga said I look like Dan Rue, like I ain't heard that shit before that shit is super lazy He said I look like that nigga Man you look like the fat nigga talkin' 'bout "What is you doin' baby?" I said yo, you ain't really Ill, Will, you came in a liar If he get hit in the chest then niggas should've been aimin' it higher Bitch who's scared? I got beef wit' niggas in The Bay right now Shit, me bein' here I'm playin' wit' fire I got the date, my face, location and my name on the flier Bitch I'm outside And I'm still on the block We illin' at will, concealin' a lot My Muslim potnas ain't never cookin' wit' the pig, but they grillin' the cops I ain't givin' him props, ya image will flop Hop out at the birth stop, a large flock of niggas to watch Ya heart stop Then his heart pop, he feel it or not? The energy drop Poke his skin the adrenaline shot He signed up for this death that's a Will in the box if he willin' to box I said I guess y'all bored Actin' like I ain't been state to state, leavin' these battle rap niggas dead on floors What I did for this culture, I'm hot, I should set off wars This chip on my shoulder don't make me knock the head off yours I'll document this whole murder If Ill Will see me, I have this bitch cryin' to a MAC on camera like it's Trill TV I said I been through it at least I don't need to prove I'm a beast He tryin' to say that you on the streets It looks like you woke up on a sidewalk today my nigga, yeah you in the streets Yo bitch a super freak she'll do it for cheap movin' her cheeks The best noggin', head bobbin' look like she tryin' to groove to the beat Assumin' defeat I'ma throw you off this hill that you been dyin' on, this truly a peak You been losin' to what? Math, Serius, O-Red, should I keep goin'? Cal', that's a losin' streak, what you losin' this week? You gon' lose this battle Lose this battle? Shit I don't even lose any sleep I'll do you very bad You get the rare Pass He ain't dope he drug free ole DARE ass Do construction on ya block leave a square tag If I see this nigga out here and a Pontiac right there crash I'll catch wreck ain't nothin' poppin' outta Will (wheel) but an airbag I said I never get dealt Hot iron against the Will (wheel) let's see if the metal will melt Fuck a chain, I'm a real champ, I got a regular belt You better get help, you better go better ya wealth Instead of gettin' defensive and ready to step bitch I'll level ya health Fuck however you felt I have a whole mask made outta ya face if you get ahead of yaself They said, "Pass, how you got an event called Town Bidness and you ain't got the headlining match in it?" I said, "I'll explain it like a grammar class and shit." Let me ask you this Y'all know what a prefix is? A prefix? Okay you graspin' it? You know when you say, "ill" like "illogical" "ill advised", Illegitimate" What happened is, the "ill" is a tool to make it inaccurate, incorrect or inadequate So when you put "ill" in the front it just devalues the subject directly after it That only ill rapper that don't apply is Illmaculate, nigga Hold on, y'all still wit' it? Like, he from Michigan but he joined Team Homi, that's a real gimmick You an internet groupie you ain't grew up wit' them niggas that's lil' kid shit I don't know what's up wit' the rules where y'all from but that's real different I mean all he did was break the hood laws, that ain't Ill is it (illicit)? Y'all still get it, nigga? I told y'all I'ma get on this stage and kill this nigga, let this whole crowd witness What's the last event he ever gon' rap at? (Town Bidness!) [Round 2: Ill Will] I feel everything he just said Y'all should've gave it up that ain't no bias shit But all the chips you said you made, I be makin' 'em too The bitches you get, I be takin' 'em too I said you look like dawg you said I look like my mans Well a shot from me will make you do the dance he be makin' him do But aye, that last round that was damn fire Made me wanna do the damn Cha Cha We in Oakland? This ya damn casa? Me and my brothers, we used to have that damn [?] Look like clam chowder Bitches get by me they like, "Damn papa." That Larry got her on my Johnson, I'm like, "Roll up another gram' mama." You know what made you noble? Was when you came to Detroit- nigga please You know what made you noble? Was when you came to Detroit and said a line that made you global I was like, "Bruh, that was so motherfuckin' fire it even made me vocal." That Maserati Rick bar brought the buildin' down Then JC smoked you Aye, that's facts cause you ain't even pure I'm sick wit' a weapon, ill, I need the cure Pulled the pound down on this pussy early, this baby premature We endured, so much in my city, I'm talkin' bad livin' We don't do all that racket over the 'net, but I'm from the bad Mitten (badminton) I learned at a young age when you pushin' that rock niggas'll run and shoot and post up against you That's why it's easy to put two arms to ya chest Pass, I know fundamentals This bitch fake, I fixate on murders for a fixed rate Get ya shit straight At ya door shootin' through the screen Pass, this a trick play Get ya son Pass, before ya son pass, you'll get slumped Pass 12 on me, I love a gun Pass Hahaha, this ain't for no play action, you better run Pass Delinquent, menace, landlord wit' evil tenants That'll heat ya linen I ain't wanna battle you I just think KOTD authentic I really think you got a measly gimmick and the weakest image If you gave me the most money on my investment I still don't think you would peak my interest How you let Charron out do you at a SMACK event? I said that wrong How you let Charron out do you at a black event? I just laugh at these clowns, meanwhile clappin' the pound Hospital, catheter gown While I'm wit' his bitch I got ya boo in (booing) the best shit in the world like Cassidy round The mind of Socrates, with BIG philosophies, mixed with Pac-anies Huey Newton's hypothesis Steel holdin', I bet this do not (knot) Pass this private property I wasn't even gonna cop this, I ain't even gon' brag on it But once I turned it down, Pass on it Now I'm cookin', I'll have ya squad shooken You better start bookin' It'll be a Michigan nigga on the Oakland corner; Charles Woodson My city is in Oakland County, I just got over papers I don't care if you had season tickets, I really seen them Oakland Raiders But this a mini Earth, quake When the .50 burst, shake Don't forget, cause I'll do it all over again; 50 First Dates Whatchu gon' do when you find some men in ya place Guns drawn, already put a dent in ya bae You just gon' ask for God, try to get into yo' faith Like.... Exactly, you ain't gon' do shit wit' a MAC-10 in yo' face! Yak Town in this bitch! [Round 3: Pass] Bro that was hella funny I don't know what that was supposed to be This nigga came up, doin' what? Was that supposed to be some sort of murderous stance? I don't know what the fuck this nigga doin' I thought it was an interpretive dance Now wait a minute Y'all gonna hate this round Y'all from the fake Detroit I know you hate that shit, I can see it in you [Ill Will] Nah I love it [Pass] You love that shit? But I can see it in you We in Oakland where you might gotta keep a pistol or you gon' need a vigil Now I was in Detroit, I met Trick Trick he said I was solid, I could beat a symbol Oakland and Michigan been connected since Felix Mitchell But yo' career? Just Too $hort and my MC Breed official A lot of the rappers from yo' part of the state is really raw I'm not playin' the shit dope But I'ma say it's a shit show Y'all must listen to hella music from The Bay and the shit show Cause all y'all biggest sound like they from Oakland, The Bay or Frisco Sada Baby sound like Dee Low Tee Grizzly sound like S.O.B Don't even get me started on the BandGang Where the hell you think them niggas got that whole flow and they damn slang For real them niggas can't hang I'ma tell 'em straight, ain't nothin' to celebrate Y'all just caught on to that Too $hort, Mac Dre, laid back Bay flow now, y'all hella late I know you from The Yak But you know what? Oakland, Pontiac, Detroit it's all the same let's put the facts down Highest murder rates, drugs, guns, trap houses gettin' cracked down You can probably tell the difference between a .38, a .9 and a MAC round from how the clap sound If you like me, you might gotta lotta friends that didn't make it to see today, but where they at now? It's so much liquor poured over the streets in yo' city they call it "Yak Town" I know you hate that now But I had to break that down Yo' city just a made up D scene, a green screen, you from a fake background I'ma catch you in the back streets, wit' his jewelry on but I know they don't pack heat When I serve him he got no ice I say the 'Yak neat Hit you wit' a Hennessy bar and say, "Bitch the 'gnac (Yak) sweet" I have ya bitch flyin' back and forth to Oakland just to cash me out But the bag weak so I have her on East 14th runnin' track faster than an athlete Do you copy that nigga? You wanna throw hands out, I body bag niggas I'll turn this shit to a sideshow, I'll swang on a Pontiac nigga I said I'm never bluffin', never bustin' Chop cut you in half, Will beside himself he really next to nothin' He wanna settle somethin' Bet I never let him get up again I'll level somethin' Soon as I started to write for Will I knew that death was comin' Look, these fans don't know what box I fit in, it's gettin' lame A street nigga, a backpack rapper, it's just a name I don't claim none of that shit cause it's not some shit to claim But if a nigga look wrong at me then he lit the flame Whoever got the eye of this, put him to sleep, that's tryptophan What y'all think I ain't never live the pain? Like I ain't never had a stick to bang Like my older brother didn't show me how to shift the 'caine I seen the TEC and white movin' in Oakland before the hipsters came Bitch you lame It's cool Will, you in the streets lookin' like road kill, he'll never live the same My niggas wanna know why you think this shit's a game Food for thought, them wolves comin' out to pick ya brain Hold up....I told y'all I'ma kill him and let this whole crowd witness What's the last event and the last two words this nigga ever gon' hear? (Town Bidness!) [Round 3: Ill Will] He was talkin' 'bout how Detroit and Oakland connected, that's cool I can't remember how many time 40 came to The Yak, free my nigga Coo Can y'all hear me in the back? So it's just Pass now? Cool Talkin' 'bout Yak like we ain't connected to the Bay Area Like they ain't got The Yak in the Bay Area Like I can't swoop ya bitch, put some Yak in ya bae area Leave the battle, go home, and put some Yak in ya Bay Area But, it's just Pass, no mo' Wurdz? You like, "Skip that." Bitch yo' name "Passwurdz" and don't forget that But shit do just it do Motherfuckers need to see it right now, shit just get stupid at times Feel like I'm almost losin' my mind Lately I been out my mind I mean loony, the loony bin couldn't find the screws they loosen every time But I'm too good wit' these rhymes Illuminated design And a god whippin' that water like, "Who done made all this wine?" Pass, I can fight This right? Will hug ya jaw Young shooters, on pills, snubs and all Funny how they get under the influence then feel Above The Law Fuck is y'all? This nigga actin' like he quarterbackin' in Oakland This bitch dumb I'll bury you and I got shovel Pass when the blitz come I done committed many crimes But these battles give me shine But to be fair to him, he an heirloom I done seen Pass down many times This is so unfair Shots fly look like solar flairs Pontiac nigga, live by the code (cold) we polar bears You be goin' there, but I be goin' goin' there Like, "Hold it there." Soundin' like a jealous pimp, "Bitch you goin' where?!" Not in the whip wit' that money Psst, I need that Gun pointed at Pass and (passing) car like a speed trap It ain't nothin' to make a victim But I hate to kill him Let's scrap, I'll hit Pass wit' a bow like Jason Williams They hatin' William But fuck it I'm great wit' rights If they tell you to chill, take advice In the genesis, I would've put knuckles to a nigga Sonic fast like, "Say (Sega) goodnight." But fuck it 100 round drum, I'm slidin' wit' this I think around 60 like I'm vibin' wit' Crips I'll line up his shit Ya boy trippin' I talk to female and male different That why ya boy pimpin' like, "This and this for female use." I make a whore listen But this, for male to hide (formaldehyde) you need a mortician Abort mission The stove lit, they put you on the wrong list Now I'm the Ice Cream Man, I'm ridin' around wit' some cold shit Organik, you know I'm a savage cat and I'm glad to wrap You my dawg plus you pass me rap As a matter of fact... Thanks for havin' me back But next time don't call me unless it's Dizaster or pat Yak Town in this bitch!