[Lyric] Murda Mook Calicoe vs. T-Top Nu Jerzey Twork (URLtv)

[Round 1: T-Top & Nu Jerzey Twork]
[T-Top] Said Jerzusalem Park vs. Murdaland, nigga welcome to y'all last days
And when I tell y'all the Murda rate high, it ain't what Smack paid
I mean, we seen you throw a punch, but just tell 'em what happened backstage
[NJT] Fuck that, ain't none of that shit happenin' today cause they ain't that brave
I don't give a fuck what you did in the Bat Cave
I don't give a fuck what you did with Pat Stay
I don't give a fuck about no Mazie, I don't give a fuck about no Blackface
If you fall any way, it better be that way
MAC spray
[T-Top] Nah, nah, nah, they too predictable
I already see they tactic
[NJT] Well this a P.A. clappin'
[T-Top] He gon' lay down and act dead
[NJT] Nigga he ain't actin'
He's layin' stiff
[T-Top] Whatchu gonna do wit' Mook?
[NJT] I'ma split his shit
[T-Top] You know they say hе the GOAT, Top 5
[NJT] I don't even think that shit еxists
Infrared when the pistol lifts
I'll put a beam on Mt. Rushmore, like Richie Rich
[T-Top] Oh bitch it's lit, I'm clappin' him with a ratchet
Turn Joe Budden couch
[NJT] To grandma couch, I'm wrappin' 'em up in plastic
[T-Top] You know his pops was B.M.F., right?
[NJT] Nigga, his daddy was just a faggot
[T-Top] He was cryin' when Lux brought a casket to the battle
[NJT] I'll show up to his funeral and battle him in his casket
[T-Top] Like, "Ah ha! You dead, can't even hold ya top."
Shit I'ma piss on his dreads in an open box
[NJT] That's for tryin' to pallbear on poor Bear, now you gotta walk into Goldie Locks
[T-Top] Loaded Glock, nah they packed a MAC in the back of the Ac'
[NJT] That shit over Top, I used the MAC for backup (back up) like a loadin' dock
[T-Top] They both get popped, I'm clappin' it up in here
Put Cal' up in the air like it comfortable up in there
Mook? I'd cut him from here, he'd get a drum from the Bear
[NJT] Whatchu gonna do wit' Calicoe?
[T-Top] It's still up in the air!
I mean a whole lotta, chrome poppin'
You say you put your city on your back, well I don't know 'bout ya
You the same nigga gettin' robbed for ya jacket and almost gettin' ya dome shot up
We can't call that carryin' Harlem
[NYT] Globetrotter, chrome fire
Y'all trippin' even comin' here, y'all both dyin'
Y'all was trippin' even gettin' in the plane, like Joe Biden
Chrome firin'
[T-Top] Nah, nah, nah, the Larkin bangin'
This Fordham prep nigga can't even talk this gangsta
[NJT] You can't clown him cause he went to school bro
[T-Top] Nah, you right
I ain't dissin' you cause you a scholar Ancrum
I'm just sayin', was it the college shit or the hollow tips cause he often changin'
[NJT] Nah you right, cause you can't do both, there's no fraud and fakin'
[T-Top] Facts
[NJT] When I was in class, we was always bangin'
Cafeteria? My ops was right across the table
When I was in school I could only think about my tool, we was all in danger
Even the pencil sharpener look like a revolver chamber
I got my first crib when I was 16, I was slingin' back then
Nigga tried to rob the crib one time, I had Nina's clappin'
True story, he walked up the stairs like a sneaky bastard
But he went down the stairs in a Slinky fashion
[T-Top] Nigga, I can peep they tactics
Cause you be gettin' cribs in ya bitch's name
Dawg we can't even speak the same
At 16 I was trappin' on my own and used to keep the 'caine
Started swippin', prayin' to God that them visas came
Dawg I could probably get you a house
[NJT] In Jesus name
Heater bang
[T-Top] Nah Twork you gotta grab the .40
[NJT] Ratchet on me, clappin' shorty
Boom, boom, two up in Hightower, it's gonna be a tragic story
Magnum on me
He in the hospital bed havin' mad convulsions
The chances of livin' for your man, dark; Dexter's Labratory
[T-Top] Bro, bro, bro you cannot talk to these niggas like that bro
Compared to them you a small fry
I mean, this is Murda Mook, "The Greatest Of All Time"
[NJT] You right, so when I kill him, we get a poster in his image, I'ma set it all high
In a big ass frame for Murda (murder); Central Park 5
[T-Top] They all lies
You still livin' off yo' daddy name and the game that he passin' down
But he don't even look out for B.M.F. niggas that's still shackled down
I send out Cash App's every week, you better ask around
Green dots next to they name, I'm active now
Yo' dad's a clown
He left y'all alone, he couldn't even child support ya
He wasn't around that often
Let you tell it, yo' daddy started B.M.F. and that shit sound retarded
How he go from bein' a "lost nigga" to a founding father?
[NJT] Surround the coffin
And you next to drop
Heckler pop
He at the faceoff tellin' me, "I mean you nice, but you need to say somethin' extra hot."
Any of your advice die witchu, your casket gonna be a suggestion box
But you know when I get in that hut, hut, it gets super lit
[T-Top] Uh oh, I'm [?], I'll one/two this shit
Come and jump over Twork-
[NJT] I can't do this shit
[Round 1: Murda Mook & Calicoe]
[Calicoe] Summer Impact
[Murda Mook] What's up?
[Calicoe] Mook, let that shit would've been me and you would've did that
[Murda Mook] What would happen?
[Calicoe] Well we wouldn't be up here makin' no fuckin' diss rap
I'm talkin' static like a dispatch
I would've hit Smack like, "Book the battle"
And my favorite uncle Trick Trick voice, "I promise it won't be no mishaps"
I would've played that shit cool all the way to the part we got to this at
They would've flipped the coin, and asked him what he got
[Murda Mook] What happened?
[Calicoe] He would've got yo' shit cracked
[Murda Mook] Oh my- look at all the kids clap
T-Top and Brizz back
[Both] Wait, where the fuck is Brizz at?
[Calicoe] So you mean to tell me you hit that nigga so hard he stopped doin' business with Smack?
Hold on, so I done put out WWWF and told these niggas to do diss tracks and this nigga done did track
[Murda Mook] Wait a minute, relay this message to ya anchor
Since he think niggas blind
Like we ain't watch him with our own eyes drop the baton
Nigga talk about he ain't run
Well we gon' bring out the footage and hit rewind
[Calicoe] We gon' run through the tape right after he finish line (lyin')
[Murda Mook] Nigga, Twork, you would get ya Top blew off
[Calicoe] And if you this comfortable in front of yo' ops, you lost
[Murda Mook] Facts
[Calicoe] I got the drop and rag Top, you soft
[Murda Mook] Right
[Calicoe] You a Gucci belt on Canal Street
[Murda Mook] What that mean?
[Calicoe] That's easy to knock you off
[Murda Mook] Nigga this shit I lift (Lyft), you'll be pass injured (passenger)
It'll pick you up then drop you off
Fuck an Uber driver, when I'm through with y'all, only niggas who'll find ya is a scuba diver
[Calicoe] Suit and tied up
You've been fuckin' up on the job, what you here to supervise him?
[Murda Mook] Like nigga, we knew the problem
[Calicoe] Y'all are pups, we knew the (neuter) problems
Soon as dawg (dog) do all that barkin'
[Murda Mook] We gon' euthanize him
[Calicoe] This the nigga you bring to drama?
You bet not get in a shoot out with him and question if you don't see him fire
[Murda Mook] Cause this gon' be parallel to the same shit that happen when you see him rhymin'
[Calicoe] What?
[Murda Mook] Nigga talkin' 'bout why he blow a round
[Both] Nigga stupid because he forgot 'em
[Murda Mook] Nigga where ya man at?
[Calicoe] The mere fact that you up here standin' with another man
[Murda Mook] That show us where you stand at
[Calicoe] Talkin' 'bout, "Brizz ain't battle Mook cause his cousin died"
My nigga Mook mother died and still showed up prepared and y'all put her in the rap
So [?], ain't nobody tryin' to deal with- everybody gotta deal with death
[Both] We ain't hearin' that
[Murda Mook] Nigga, first of all, what niggas even talk about the dead?
You saw how I dealt with death
[Calicoe] What you do?
[Murda Mook] I started talkin' with my hands
[Calicoe] My young nigga off a Zan'
He done went in the crib and killed everybody, forgot the whole plan
I be tellin' Beasley, "No" with a straight face, I got my own band
This shit don't stop for no man
I went in the booth and bodied Surf like a rock and roll fan
They come with Twork 'til I slide and show 'em how the pole dance
[?] Free Gee Weeter, I'ma stop on Rosecrance
[Murda Mook] Hold on, you got this shit
It's funny how-
[Calicoe] It's funny how Brizz looked at Twork
Nah, nah, nah, nah I got this shit
[Murda Mook] Yeah okay good cause they- that what he gon' do
[Calicoe] It's crazy how Brizz looked at him to take charge and he just flopped his shit
So I was lookin' at Brizz like...hold on, hold on, hold on
[Murda Mook] You took your buffs off
[Calicoe] Yeah I did
[Murda Mook] I knew this shit was gonna happen to you
You took his buffs off and rocked his shit
The funny part about it is Top is the only nigga that did not get hit
Nigga you in quicksand
Beasley talkin' 'bout you "battle rap juggernaut" nigga no you not
[Calicoe] Nigga you ain't even the sixth man since Brizz ran
[Murda Mook] All of a sudden you shovin' in this man?
Come to find out this shit wasn't you or his plan
Y'all fake friends
[Calicoe] Y'all hired to be fake real niggas, y'all nothin' like Hitman
[Murda Mook] But you know what's fake real?
[Calicoe] But you know what's fake real nigga?
[Murda Mook] What's that?
[Calicoe] This Haymaker chain
[Murda Mook] That's a fact, this shit look like he went to the same spot as Roc and told them niggas, "Hey, make a chain."
[Calicoe] I can't wait to make a stain
[Murda Mook] Whatchu did?
[Calicoe] Do 'em dirty
Let it blow 'til it ain't no mo' left in the 30
Y'all be stretchin' syllables but these rounds won't be wordy
All he gon' hear is
[Murda Mook] Bllllt boom boom boom!
[Calicoe] Jersey!
[Murda Mook] Easy nigga
[Round 2: T-Top & Nu Jerzey Twork]
[T-Top] I say, the first time I heard Calicoe got locked up, I said, "This dude is a shooter."
Then I heard it was for cock fighting, I said, "You are a loser."
Nah, nah, nah he move birds, but just don't let him confuse ya
Cause this nigga really be fightin' chickens
[NJT] But what he gonna do wit' a rooster?
Prepare ya fate
You was really out here cock fightin'?
Them poor chickens, you prolly scared them straight
You're a monster, a damn disgrace
I'll tell y'all what, I see him doin' that shit again, I won't spare him grace
Let me hear anything about cow (Cal') and chicken he won't ever see his parent's face
[T-Top] He gon' see the Smith &
([Calicoe] I don't ever get his lines)
[T-Top] I'll Murda Mook, T relentless, just keep ya distance
What the fuck you lookin' at bro
[NJT] This piece of shit
He's just sickenin'
I'ma come to whatever barnyard y'all got them animals at...and free them bitches
I'm fightin' soon as a see a chicken, like Peter Griffin
([Calicoe] I don't never get his bars. I never get his bars. Ever.)
[T-Top] And I'ma focus on this nigga, cause they say "Mook, Hollow and Lux, they the GOATS", these people trippin'
[NJT] Be specific
[T-Top] They say outta every solid figure available, it's only these three to mention (dimension)
[NJT] Oh okay a Rosecrance
I sat in a baptism pool for ten minutes, my soul cleansed
When I scattered out the throwaways, I had two Glocks stashed in the box, they both twins
Mary-Kate/Ashley, take me back to my old [?]
[T-Top] Shit take me back to my coke flips
Take me back to them old days before I ever had a whole brick
I was a young Bizzy
([Calicoe] Never happened)
[T-Top] Facts! I was a young Bizzy, posted on the block with the poles grippin'
Back in '99, Bears on the wall, take me back to them road trips
See, these are two niggas I can never get along with
I grab Brizz machete so we can settle old shit
[NJT] Nah, nah, nah, bro, I'll talk to my man and get some straps
This a problem a machete won't fix
[T-Top] Alright
[NJT] I mean, he got MACs, Glocks, Berettas on sticks, whatchu need?
[T-Top] Shit, tell that nigga send whatever gon' spin, I'm tryin' to put 'em to sleep
[NJT] I'ma tell him to mail a ton in (melatonin)
This old bitch...why y'all hype him?
This nigga been pussy his whole career, why y'all mad cause I don't like him?
You said, "I don't care how good you rap
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan."
I think that statement's fresh
But yo' best friend got a whole chain snatched off him, there was no savin' Rex
A nigga took a whole coat off you, brought it back to a battle and didn't get laid to rest
A nigga take his coat off me, he gotta pay his debt
Ain't no bringin' them jackets back like Avirex
Bang the TEC
This Piru, you think I can get a jacket took off me and go bang the set?
I get DP, circle right around the flag like Bangladesh
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan
A pistol whipped yo' motherfuckin head, that was a hot topic
And then you went and did a whole interview with him, cock ridin'
You gon' get pistol whipped by Math Hoffa and go continue ya life Dot Mobbin'
I'm just tryin' to give him My Expert Opinion and drop Knowledge
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan, that's fictitious
Then the nigga gon' bet me $500 yesterday, this bitch trippin'
Talkin' 'bout I'ma choke in the battle
Nigga you got choked in a battle; big difference
Sig' liftin', nah, take the knife out, stick tip in
Keep stabbin'; 'Big Pimpin''
Bitch listen
Fuck is you doin'?
Talkin' 'bout you get paid more than Smack, no the fuck you don't
You practically built SMACK and he didn't get nothin' for it
Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a fuckin' fawn
You'se another pawn
Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a fuckin' fawn and mad queer
You ain't God Tier or GOAT Tier you Gas Tier
Your first time battlin' outside of New York was last year
This who the fuck y'all praisin'?
This nigga show up to battles 50 deep just to keep him protected
This nigga only got ten battles, he ain't even been tested
Nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT, most copied style in battle rap
This supposed to be yo' profession?
You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression?
You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression?
Nigga- go Top
[Murda Mook] I felt like that's a choke Top
[NJT] No, that ain't no choke Top
[Murda Mook] That's $500 on ya soul rock
I just saw-
[T-Top] Ayo Mook let me cut it to you
I said, for years SMACK was makin' bands off yo' dumb ass and he ain't split nothin' witchu
You was on every DVD, even the double issue
Couple battles way in the back
Other than that, they wasn't fuckin' witchu
You ain't no Harlem leader
If you the God of battle rap then we the nonbelievers
Concrete bitch
[Round 2: Murda Mook & Calicoe]
[Murda Mook] Alright check this out
[Calicoe] All of the fans was askin', "Why not Qleen?"
[Murda Mook] "Shit, why not Rex?"
They was like, "Psst, why not Shine?"
[Calicoe] "Why not X?"
They like, "You could've came with Goodz
[Murda Mook] They like, "Nigga you could've came with Quest."
[Calicoe] I know, I know I could've came with anybody that was from the midwest
Now y'all can't feel like we sleepin' on that theory, this shit is chess
We made a crazy decision, now watch us live without regrets
Mag on 'em
[Murda Mook] They like, "Wait, how the fuck Mook get pop-"
[Calicoe] Baow! Put a tag on 'em
This nigga all on Twitter talkin' 'bout we asked for 'em
[Murda Mook] When in actuality y'all was just the last niggas they had for us
Nigga subbed in Brizz for Twork, I guess he wanted to show his ass for us
[Calicoe] Aye, I said I wanted Mook on this stage, they passed on it
Then put us on teams cause they ain't have a bag for us
Now let's talk for real
[Murda Mook] Nigga, between us and y'all, who the fuck do you think they would've picked to cement this card?
Niggas wanted to pass 4 for 20, niggas knew we was gonna pick y'all off
[Calicoe] He said 4 for 20? Cause they gave us quadruple what they get y'all for
To see Mook and Cal' touch down
[Murda Mook] Nigga, they would've kicked y'all off
Now you gotta bake his Beans lookin' ass
[Calicoe] You said "Beans"?
[Murda Mook] Yeah
[Calicoe] Yeah I'm in his Bush-es with two can's staking out his crib
Puttin' him in a situation where he gotta think about who live
Now we seen you ain't a real nigga
You just gonna run up out the crib and leave mommy and sister to somethin' they'll never forget
Nigga it ain't what it ain't
[Murda Mook] But
[Calicoe] It still is what it is
I fought Mook at Lucky's and I did what I did
[Murda Mook] Wait, what?
[Calicoe] Then welcome him to my city now he got a crib where I live
[Murda Mook] Ayo what the fuck you mean you "did what you did"?
[Calicoe] We ain't battled yet
[Murda Mook] Nigga first of all, Smack, Beasley and them, they ain't forget where I live
It's just back then the bag wasn't as big as it is
But you keep talkin' crazy, I'ma go forget what this is
All that disrespect gon' put you in the same position as Brizz
[Calicoe] Nah, chill chill chill Mook, we just gon' stick to the script
Cause the clip hold 30
[Murda Mook] Hold 30?
[Calicoe] Like the Percies Rex give to his bitch
[Murda Mook] Toss the Hawk off the hip, off rip, Cal' cut a (Calcutta) nigga
[Calicoe] I'll be on some Indian shit
[Murda Mook] Dot on yo' head
[Calicoe] Bullet goin' into ya (India) shit
[Murda Mook] Clean yo' ass up
[Calicoe] Twork, that's the end of ya shit
[Murda Mook] Nigga, first of all stop talkin' all these raps about hustlin'
Especially when you are not doublin'
[Calicoe] You know how his raps and schemes let us know that he not doublin'?
[Murda Mook] How?
[Calicoe] Cause he ain't graduated to a brick in not one of 'em
[Murda Mook] Nigga, all them hardship raps? Nigga that's growin' up black
[Calicoe] That's not strugglin'
[Murda Mook] He the type to say, "Nigga to eat I had to heat up Ramen for dinner."
[Calicoe] Mook whatchu had to do?
[Murda Mook] Nigga I had to write raps to go to sleep, I really had to eat rhymin' for dinner
[Calicoe] That's crazy cause my crib ain't even had some heat sometimes in the winter
Smack hit me, I ain't even wanna be on the line with this nigga
[Murda Mook] What happened?
[Calicoe] We already beat this fat ass nigga up, I ain't tryin' to waste no time with this nigga
Then you had the nerve to bring this fat ass nigga out when I battled you and they literally called "time" on this nigga
[Murda Mook] Ahh it's a cold world
[Calicoe] You should've knew that from old girl
[Murda Mook] Wait, wait, first of all we told you I'm not gonna talk about this nigga's baby moms
[Calicoe] Why?
[Murda Mook] Cause me and that lady got a crazy bond
[Calicoe] You trippin'
[Murda Mook] I knew Wet Lexi for way too long
[Calicoe] Yo, yo, yo you started givin' me vibes like that's yo' baby John
[Murda Mook] Hold on, but y'all niggas know the business
It's a real (w)rap when you met a .4 (metaphor) I'm Calicoe (co-) defendent
Bring the Lord to ya front door
[Calicoe] Like Jehovah Witness
[Murda Mook] I caught this nigga sneak dissin'
[Calicoe] All over Twitter
[Murda Mook] But each and every sub I track (subtract)
[Calicoe] But he ain't know the difference
[Murda Mook] Aim from long range and bang
[Calicoe] Mook you know the vision (division)
[Murda Mook] Caught him in crosshair, yeah
[Calicoe] That's the scope edition (addition)
[Murda Mook] It's .9 in the tre eight oh semi auto Smith &
[Calicoe] Six more when the Taurus kick in
[Murda Mook] Eight more in this .44 I'm grippin'
[Calicoe] The ladder in the .40, ain't no order too tall for niggas
[Murda Mook] Just to let you know I ain't playin' the Calicoe I brought it with me
[Calicoe] That nigga Mook talkin' spiffy
[Murda Mook] Yeah I am
[Calicoe] So just to let y'all know I ain't playin'
[Murda Mook] What happened?
[Calicoe] The big nose, I brought it wit' me
[Murda Mook] They say you gotta know ya worth
But in order to get to the root of the problem, you gotta show ya work
Nigga calm it down, cause all that talkin' loud
That's gonna make me show you this dead arm is wild
This shit'll drop Twork (twerk) like an ex-stripper cool with her father now
Run up on him, baow!
Right on the boulevard, his Sunset, I walk him down
Chances are he highly would (Hollywood) be the first battle rap star on the ground
Nigga, it's a ledge, we be jumpin' out the window with our prices
[Calicoe] So URL staff tried talkin' us down
[Murda Mook] Well you seen what happened to the acrobat
After that-
[Calicoe] You got off stage wit' him and you showed who the better talent
[Murda Mook] Well look, bottom line it don't matter how high we jump we gon' land on our feet
[Calicoe] Nigga check our balance
[Murda Mook] Nigga, let's have a spelling challenge, since y'all like flippin' names well
Let me try playin' wit' a scheme
I told Brizz
[Calicoe] "You'll be alright" (B-R-I)
[Murda Mook] Right after I gave him the Z's
And Twork this is T work
Beasley tryin' to put y'all together like you gon' worry us? Please
When we refer to y'all three
It's like explaining sex to ya child
[Calicoe] You gotta word it with ease (E's)
[Murda Mook] So instead of sayin' "niggas fuckin' pussy" you just replace it with
[Both] Look at the birds and the bees (Beas')
[Murda Mook] Easy nigga!
[Calicoe] Landslide nigga!

[Round 3: T-Top & Nu Jerzey Twork]
[T-Top] I said yo
Everybody said, "Bizzy you teamin' up Twork?" And "He is not gonna prepare
I mean y'all could be battlin' Jesus Christ, and he is not gonna care
Now if he focused, I'm tellin' you, his stock would be there."
So since they got the scope on you bro, I got it from here
The Glock will appear
Bitch I will actually hurt you
The ratchet will murk you
Kill Mook then dig a hole where I'm stashin' a burner
So you can get rid of Calicoe after the Murda
Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' bitch and Rex at the WaWa store, right?
He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar

(Murda Mook: A real hammer. I'm just sayin'...he had a nail hammer
T-Top: Yeah he was ready to take one of y'all niggas out. Fuck is you talkin' 'bout
Murda Mook: Go ahead, my fault. I forgot this battle rappin'
T-Top: Nobody gonna run down with a hammer and ain't planning on usin' that bitch. You just gotta think about that. I'm just puttin' that out
Murda Mook: He had a nail hammer. I would've shot his dumb ass from across the street.)

[T-Top] He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, but let's see if we can make this a bar
Boy you- he caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car



(T-Top: He gonna talk the whole time. He don't wanna hear this
Smack: We good, we good, we good. Let him rap. Go 'head
Murda Mook: You know-I'm sorry. I apologize
T-Top: Thank you
Murda Mook: I apologize
T-Top: AIGHT! Stop!
Murda Mook: Damn bro
T-Top: Alright let me rap. Nigga you talkin' through my whole round. You wanna have a conversation while I'm rappin' nigga? Let me rap. Aight.)

[T-Top] Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' bitch and Rex at the WaWa store
He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar
He caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car
See you might swing when the camera's on
But on your stand alone you wouldn't let yo' cannon blow or throw hands with bro
I understand it though
On stage it's, "That nigga Raw buggin'. He on somethin'."
So you got nervous and start punchin'
But we know a scared cat gon' scratch when the dogs comin'
Nigga! Nigga!
But I thank you bitch
Cause if I would've never had fell they would've only remembered that swing you did
And I'd rather be the laughing stock before I let them have the thought that you did some gangsta shit
You a bitch, and I can tell he wasn't made for this
Cause niggas mention my mama every time I hit the stage with this
Even you mentioned her in the battle at yo' state we did
It was a blatant diss
I had to stand there and face the shit
So I don't wanna hear no sob stories when the tables switch
You don't think none of y'all bars be hurtin' our relationship?
Every time she watch her baby shit she gotta hear some crazy shit
But I stand here for the culture and don't complain a bit
This lame a bitch



Let's put moms to the side
How anybody gon' tell me that a nigga mama that died
Is supposed to mean more than a nigga who's mama's alive
I'll leave y'all to decide
Cause against Tay Roc-
Damn son-



[NJT] You right, I had it with this fake shit
You right, this is ya house, I just had to come renovate it
Y'all ain't got nothin' else goin' on outside of battle rap
Y'all gon' be partners forever
Battlin' for generations
They gonna come get you for Murda 50 years from now, there's no statue of limitations
Flip a K clip
This cocksucker
This Smack old gunner versus the top gunner
The nigga that raise the roof versus the stock plummet
This A.I. gettin' crossed over by Jordan by LeBron dunkin'
The nigga who only come to work when he want versus the clock puncher
I put SMACK DVD outta era
This Netflix, this Blockbuster
This cocksucker, I don't wanna hear the noise he make
This tool will get raised
They at your funeral playin' blue grass like Boise State
Toys get blazed
You washed up, dawg dumb, ya all chumps
Ya whole family behind the hearse like a car club
Jersey

[T-Top]
I remember nights I had Henny and kush to help me think faster
I was on a mix of oil and gas like a weed whacker
I still sold small ass bags that made the fiends madder



Man, concrete man

[Round 3: Murda Mook & Calicoe]



[Calicoe] $500. I win $250 with Mook too after we left
[NJT] I didn't choke nigga
[Murda Mook] Aye it's all good man. I'm sorry man
[T-Top] You fucked the whole shit up
[Calicoe] First of all Twork-
[Murda Mook] Nah, nah, nah, nah. Chill out. I know you on some bullshit. I know you on some homie shit
[NYT] You wanna drink some water? So we can talk while you rappin'
[Murda Mook] I mean I'll still drink the water
I beat niggas outta order
I'm not even talkin' 'bout this niggas daughter
Rather none of y'all niggas but no slaughter
Let me just rap and let them niggas record ya

[Murda Mook] Listen, if I don't like somethin' that's in T's bars (T-Boz), I'ma up a MAC(k)-10
The impact will hit Twork chest, make his fuckin' back bend
Ambulance rush to the set but they don't what's happenin'
Cause his body movin' in an awkward motion
The fans thought it was his slogan but no those was convulsions cause he wasn't Strapped In
You stupid clown
All them funny moves and "baows", I don't get that
Cause ain't nothin' funny on my side
Niggas will really move your baows (bowels) to a shit bag
Shit bad, Summer Impact, Smack, we ain't forget it
Smack said, "We need something to clean our image
So look, we came up with this charity event. Look dawg there ain't even admission
Nigga this ain't even a scrimmage
This is Lebron and Jordan playin' some high school kids tryin' to help 'em with tuition
Look, you need to listen
When this battle is finished, I'ma be trendin' nigga, you gon' be in Trenton
Speakin' of Trenton, all the talent in ya city
Ain't lettin' none of them niggas see no real light
But you supposed to be real, right?
Just like you battle rap niggas
Be fake as shit and not address it up real nice
Always put ya hood on in these battles but never in real life
Twork, you grew up in the church
[Calicoe] That's right

[T-Top] We all did
[Murda Mook] Pssst. Nah we didn't. No we didn't. Ain't you supposed to be a motherfuckin- yo please T-Top. C'mon now
[NJT] You was doin' that we was-
[Murda Mook] Yeah and I and I gave him- anyway

[Murda Mook] Twork, you grew up in the church, now you a gangbanger, yeah fuckin' right
Guess this nigga reppin' the B and the C's
[Calicoe] Yo Mook what's that?
[Murda Mook] The Blood of Christ
Aye, ain't yo' mother a fuckin' pastor?
All the sons and her son rap? I sure got your mother tight
What, it's gonna take for you to die for her to see you in another light?
Since we on mothers, right
You should've been partnering with your moms
Cause at least you would've had a fuckin' partner that would be good at remembering rhymes
Cause let you tell it, she the greatest of all at finishin' lines
Nigga mention my mom I told him, "O.G. I ain't gonna fuck up the business this time
I'ma let niggas get it, it's fine."
But I'ma give all of you advice
And this ain't no tough talk 'bout who was wrong, who was right
But nigga mention my mom I wanna s- on God you gon' lose they life
Listen, niggas you know what niggas wanted to do the two of you that night?
Huh?
Niggas could've ruined you, right?



Niggas could've ruined you, right?
We was in front of yo' hotel
We thought it was up there and it was stuck there
Right?
You was across the street for a whole hour
[Calicoe] No lie
[Murda Mook] Shine had to come and beg us to let you get up there cause you was stuck there
[Calicoe] On my mama
[Murda Mook] Where Shine at?



Niggas could've ruined you, right?
We was in front of yo' hotel
We thought it was up there and it was stuck there
Right?
You was across the street for a whole hour
[Calicoe] No lie
[Murda Mook] Shine had to come and beg us to let you get up there cause you was stuck there
Nigga I got the drop on him
Nigga opened the door for him he went Roc on him
Last thing he saw was a flash, gave him Glock-coma
Indica or sativa?
Pick one, either of these Haymakers will put Top in a coma
Oh you sell exotic aromas
But nigga you a glorified promoter, you not the owner
That's on Torian
Nigga, cause it's March you bring this madness?
I had to watch you in a tournament
And I remember you was a scrawny kid in the audience
Now we all can't grow up fortunate, ain't nothin' wrong wit' it
But after how many battles? 30?
Niggas still comin' to battles dirty?
You know how long it's been?
You mean to tell me after all your wins
Flawless performances, generating all these ends just to give it all to him
You ain't battle rappin' no more than you whoring
Smack gon' use yo' stupid ass 'til you got nothin' else more to give
You gonna ask that man for money fo' yo' kids
He gon' look at you like you got four heads
But, "Smack the bro. Smack the bro."
[Calicoe] That's what every hoe I ever known said
[Murda Mook] If you into doin' homeboy business, go 'head, be O-Red
But ain't no friendships in this shit wit' me
Ask Checko, I'm keepin' it a Bean
Smack my nigga too, but when that business due he speakin' to my team
I need residual income and then some, everything that's in-between
So it's funny how you call me for the Bear when I'm really the nigga eatin' off the stream
[Calicoe] Wait, eatin' off the stream?
[Murda Mook] Yeah
[Calicoe] Wait nigga, you eatin' off the stream?
Hold on, wait, wait, wait
So you mean to tell me you eatin' off the stream and let me settle for 15?
[Murda Mook] Uh huh
[Calicoe] Hold on, so you mean to tell me you let me let the plug calls ring?
Agree to the bare (Bear) minimum and took a Brizz loss [?]
No, no, this nigga Mook tryin' to be so slick and he done cost me
Crazy ass Harlem nigga, I knew I should've brought Qleen
[Murda Mook] Nigga sayin' shit like that will make a nigga question if you're clean
But y'all niggas was cool wit' Cal'
Nigga even bet me money when he vouched for y'all
But then Summer Impact, time to brawl
Top bul not involved
Same bul, my partner and the dinosaur Rex would've swore would've got it on
Why you think Rex tomahawk'd you so hard with the bottle for?
Cause on top of a $100 loss
He was pissed off he couldn't get to tell me I was wrong
Rex you owe me money nigga!
And I'm glad your bitch ass got outta dodge
It would've been bail money for my squad if we got at y'all
It wouldn't have been no dialog
A body would've been the only way it got resolved
Every time a nigga spotted y'all we would've shot at y'all
It wouldn't have been the rappers either, not at all
It would've been the one don't give a fuck about a card
They stay outside 'side the car
Nigga blew ya head off right after he asked you if you got cigars
Then blend in with the crowd and be like, "wow", they just as shocked as y'all
[Calicoe] Wait, wait, wait, now you tell me who won
[Murda Mook] What happened?
[Calicoe] I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Brotherhood Clique dressin' up tryin' to be us
[Murda Mook] First of all, when I came out, shit was only about Brizz and T-Top
'Til all you niggas had to open ya mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
[Calicoe] So this how we gonna do this
[Murda Mook] How we gon' do this?
[Calicoe] Fuck Twork, fuck T-Top, fuck The Brotherhood as a staff, a record label and as a motherfuckin' crew
And if y'all wanna be down with Brotherhood
[Murda Mook] Then what?
[Calicoe] Then fuck you too!
[Both] X-Factor, fuck you too!
[Calicoe] All you mothafuckas, fuck y'all niggas
Die slow, my fo-fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
Y'all niggas can't be us or see us
Landslide 'til I die
They got me out here in California like I won't bomb on you niggas
We do our job
You think you the mob nigga we the mothafuckin' mob
[Murda Mook] Easy nigga!