[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
For this entire battle, you're gonna have to come hard
So for the rest of this battle:
I dare you not to sweat like a retard
And lose your breath every one bar
Now, some people think you beat Sketch Menace
You did, I can not front on him
I got a lot of dope lines for you, and that's not one of them
Last time I was in Toronto for a peaceful weekend
Getting high with spade, at the theater, chiefin'
At least I think, I mean, we was drinkin'? Which seems convenient
Cause either I'm mistaken, or there were scenes deleted
Reason being: we all saw the title taken, and I was thinking
"Where was Liam Neeson? I ain't even see him!"
Let's just get this title shit out the way
I told him the title's an idle thing
It's the mind that's behind the name
A promise that tides would change
Y'all saw the decline in weight
He went to being less chubby, but seeming less hungry
It's not an unlikely trait
Now, brainstorming the past
May warrant me asking if I should blame four minute abs
For the loss of his title chain
I know he ain't morbidly fat, it's not the topic that I would take
But either way, he should've made more of a splash
When he flopped and got his title waived
I bet you die a bit inside when I remind you of that night
Looking this liar in his eyes, I see why at first his title is declined
A fight against Tyson in his prime, it's no surprise to me
But, really, you probably lost your car title too
He have retirement in mind
But being the higher driver in his entire crew
Went and lost his job title too
Now it's stifling his pride every time he gets denied
When he tries to get a ride, listen
All biases aside
There isn't a title that I could use that would apply to you
I think blank when describing him, besides that seems great
The irony you'll find is "untitled" is the only title he's entitled to
Since he plays with the title on the line
[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
To tell the truth, I didn't write Ten Commandments
But Toronto weed got me feeling like the highest, so maybe y'all weed is better, damn it
This is the worst move that you've pulled in year
Think I could be scared? I'll pull his hair
Slap him in his face and ask him, "who you think's the bully here?"
I let him crack on my height and I won't listen
I'll even act like it's tight and it's so different
Till he goes to give me daps and I eye him and cold diss him
Then he turns his back and a fan pushes him
While I stand behind him and lowbridge him
Say I switched my style up, like that scheme might've worked
When your battle against Scott Free was three times as worse
Acting like his heat might've bursted
Pull out that big chopper and it's drama
That's my green light to murk
When I swing on him it'll sting like when a beehive's disturbed
Nah, what I meant
I'ma take a stick and beat the shit outta this piñata
While he hanging from a tree by his shirt
But hold on, let me switch the subject
I heard he was in his thirties
And that's a topic that I didn't touch yet
Figured I'd be more original plus he'd know the shit is coming
So I wrote two rounds out-spitting him
Got to this one and figured...fuck it!
See there's nothing I can't say when it comes to this man's age
He's already got one foot in the damn grave
So it's no wonder his career's on its last legs
Dawg, you are Presence old, so I'm sort of confused
I don't know if you have a time portal to use, but what the fuck?
Was this guy born in a pool of primordial ooze?
This dude's wack as shit, here's a few fashion tips
Buy some loose pants that fit
And quit trying to show off that new plastic hip
With your old ass, you don't wanna go hand to hand
Plus your flow's trash, mine's so damn advanced
I told battle fans "no, cro magnon man don't stand a chance!"
Shit, we can talk about your clothes
That Hip Hop goth genre is so dirty
There's not an anonymous class that could doctor your swag
You're gonna have to quit hot topic cold turkey
I mean, we can talk about the choke
How your legacy's coming all unglued
Looks like rubbing out to all them Pesci battles
Got Pesci battles rubbing off on you
And while we're on the topic I may just ruin em both
Like as far as losses, take this, two in a row
And ay bitch, you don't say shit like y'all do when you choke
I dare you to bring up that Old Spice commercial
I fucking dare you
We can even re-enact the scene
Picture a bathroom setting in HD on the plasma screen
I show up like, "hello ladies, look at him, back to me"
Who would you be more likely to oblige if they asked you to have a drink? Look at him, back to me
Fellas, reality or the battle scene, who would you rather be?
Look at him, back to me
And ask yourself, who would have the faster swing
If they actually had some beef?
Look at him, back to me
Bring up Old Spice or any ad you've seen
I'll give you the axe cause I'm a brute
When I'm armed and hammered
If we have to take it to that degree!
[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
Y'all gonna have to wait for it
Make sure that you're fucking patient
This battle was my idea
So if I was chubby chasing it's only on this one occasion
I mean he talked about the Old Spice commercial
I dared him, right? It's all true
That commercial and this battle have something in common and it involves you, cause they both involve me taking a faggot's wig off when the jobs through
See, I’m on some real ill shit, not the one to play with
Treat his head the same as a 40 bottle
You know, have it pouring on the pavement
And everybody he came with will shortly follow
I’m on my Kill Bill shit
Trying to use that same "sorry player" corny combo?
I'll put your DNA on display like the Maury talk show
With a blade that was made by Hattori Hanzo
Once my blade is brandished
It's bathed in a bath of flames to lash my victims
Instigating cataclysms
Like if God has something to say to that
He can get his angels branded with it
I don't give a fuck if the angle's sacreligious
There's no escaping the wrath that's given
It's painful to fuck with me and this ain't no sadomasochism
Tell me, where'd all the weight go that you're missin'?
You probably chain smoke malnutritioned
And the yayo that you're sniffin'
Is why you make those brash decisions
He probably blames those mannerisms on the anglo saxon in him
And don't mistake those race jokes for the scapegoat that is isn't
I ain't no fascist, pimpin'
I'm who they show when Kato's mask is lifted
Bruce Lee in plain clothes
Get your face broke quick as I get the case thrown
Faggot listen, you wanna tango this ain't no dance you gettin'
I bet you figured that, didn't you?
Well let's get it cracking, I rigged the package, lit the fuse
When it blew, head removed
Bender fragments in a bag, limbs attached to tennis shoes
They won't even get to wrap the interview
With how quick I snatch his silverspoon
I'll kill his ass, I'm bananas and you just silverback gorilla food
Try to get stupid, mess up one round and you're fucked
Any minor slips, boo him, so when this comes out in a month
You'll see why you're losing without a run down from the judge
It's automatic, cause you don't have the drive to stick to it when it comes down to the clutch
I don't see how he inspires y'all
Keep in mind he couldn't hold the title long
Others rise and fall, I evolve
So tonight it's not a fight at all, you vaginal wall soft
Far as I can call this the iron jaws
Of a lion maulin a china dog, dawg
Try me, leave anybody in their bracket exposed
Make 'em share caskets with Loe
No, this ain't a fair match
It's a bare hand versus a bear trap when it's closed
You hear that? Your weird ass is a clone
Him and Kap Kallous can have a mirror match
Why don't you give him that beard back that you stole
He said he was St. Peter the gatekeeper
Alright, I’m St. Pierre, I punch face features till I break fingers
I brace shoulders with great thinkers and gang leaders
So if he plotting a takeover I’m Nas when he made Ether
I'll run up on his pig pen while he eating out the trough
Feeding on the slop
Tell him MTV ain't a fan of you and neither is the Dot
Then fill the magazine like the Forbes camera crew
And you legally get shot
And nah, I ain't name dropping being cheap to get some props
But shit, it's a win-win so ain't no reason I should stop
The whole world gets to witness me leave him in a box
Malaysia to Phillipines, even Sweden's in the spot
Dawg, if we was in Australia I would feed him to a croc
And how sweet is it even the englishmen will watch
As I run up on Big Ben and start cleaning out his clock
So in closing I'ma say that you're too weak to battle me
And tell that bouncer that was putting hands on me
If he's so power hungry he should join the police academy
And shit, he probably did and he might've stayed longer
But he got kicked out for taking a nightstick
To a fucking Jay Walker
So really, I'ma tell you I have fucking talent, dawg
And if it wasn't for real artists like us
That bouncer wouldn't even fucking have a job
