[Thesaurus, Round 1]
I said fuck a coin flip, I’m the first to let it pop
This footage, like my left hand, worth a second watch
That’s two timing if you don’t follow
Kill em all, no bodies to role models, you don’t got to do the numbers to see the hands like Moe Votto
You know I’m gonna tell him how it is and then I’m gonna show ya just to back up my point like Dellavedova
I’m a machine
You don’t think shit could get any colder?
I’ll dump a can if he press my buttons
Get him a soda!
Bitch, I’ve met every quota
Gave proof that I’m Jesus
Always brought the most weight to home plate boy I’m Babe Ruth
Since he Italian and I’m Greek they place us in the same group
But I was raised Lebanese, always stuck to my Bay roots! (Beirut)
It’s true, I’m Isaac Mendes, that pen stroke deadly
Mariah Carey, you wouldn’t think it could get so heavy
Yeah, I’ve got that fresh toast ready for him and Mrs. Colletti like I’m about to be the best man at Fresco’s wedding! Let’s go!
If you squeamish you should turn away your heads cause Papa Shango’s here with a curse to raise the dead
Once you work away your debts I’ll be the first to take his bread
Tell him break off that paper like a perforated edge
I said I’m a loan shark, no sarcasm
You’ll need sonar tracking cause I’m so far passed him
I’m composing Mozart classics so don’t start acting like we in the same boat I’m the Coast Guard Captain!
What happened though? I thought that you was going places?
Must have had a change of heart like Smoken’ Aces
Shit, I don’t even believe him when he say what kind of race he is because these facial features say Enrique Inglesias
But hold up, that there, that ain't even a racial bar actually
It’s more alluding to why we think you’re a Mark, Anthony
So stop posting about being a men’s rights activists or you ain’t welcome back in the west side after this. Time
[Fresco, Round 1]
I give a fuck about the battle rap trivia and how much ammo you got
You can’t rap the way I’m rapping if you haven’t been shot
But until I get a signed letter from 2Pac where he asked me to stop
I’m gonna keep pulling this shit like I’m practicing slots
See I don’t battle a lot but if the conditions just right then I’m completely airing and you might be rolling with Organic through a decent area till his expression goes blank ‘Round 1’ like he’s the narrator and I pop up like with a scrap like a secret character
Flawless when I called this so I took as a Vic
Rubber butt up on the rifle just to cushion the kick
Let the hollow points blossom so the bullets will stick
It’s like I’m playing minecraft how I’m cooking a brick!
If I get the slightest urge I’m gonna look up his chick and send her all the pictures I took of my dick
Now I’m back on my bullshit, doing it big league
Ill put his Ivy (IV) on the wall cause I grew up at Wrigley
I leave his trap with chicken scratch like I drew him a squiggly
I draw different so there ain't no way that you’re doodling with me!
Look, family man, they’re gonna have to schedule his funeral quickly
Youll get your dome split, the whole kit and caboodle is with me
Even a chopper will take his wig like he boozin’ with Brittney
Or he gets sliced under his ribs like I’m removing a kidney
I got the kind of bars that you have to give a kidney for
People bite and try to bait me in like a fishing lore
Team full of animals, Starfox 64
For the cabbage I spray something savage, it’s not Chris Dior
Daddy shoulda taught me better, mommy should have kissed me more
Drunk tower of terror tell your daughter it’s a Disney tour
People on the ground see her falling down fifty floors
Even Ripley swore he never seen some shit like this before
So after I clapped in your kid you get clapped in the rib the way my finger lickin’ shots he need a napkin and bib
You get twisted off the top, I will Snapple your lid and if you actually live you’ll have something to tell people and fun facts you can give
Like “Did you know that Fresco will push your line back and then raffle your wig and have blood covered walls like the faculty did?”
Pulp Fiction, your girl ODing off the swag that I give and you’ll need a chest shot after I crashed at the crib
You should be viral on Youtube, the chicken pox guy
With a face that’s made from scratch like a chicken pot pie
Bars easy to catch like you hit a pop fly and got you stupid looking like your daddy when he didn’t drop by
Bars clip the whole row behind you but you gonna catch the brunt of it
Not even the Asian dude from Tiananmen Square could stand in front of it
I’ll make your bitches jaw drop and if she can stand the punishment
I’ll make her keep that mouth open so I can ash the blunt in it. Easy
[Thesaurus, Round 2]
Yo! There’s ain't a chance that he could win today, the bay is what made a man of me
Homie, I’m on my mofy (?) shit, this case could turn to battery
This isn’t anger management, pain and agony
I’ll kill him, take the stand and get away with it, I’ll Casey, Anthony
Okay children, you’ll get coached on stage, that’s Craig Nelson
At our peaks, this is Mt. Saint Helen’s to cave dwelling
Go ahead, click in your seatbelt, it ain't helping cause that hook will make him spin in his chair, he Blake Shelton
They tell me toe-tagging Fresco won’t happen ever but I’ll take flight
Masked up, low cabin pressure
See his pen’s fire but sometimes it don’t match his efforts
So the way he raps is playing catch, he just throws that together
Never risk taken but he must admit what I did changed him
Cause my shit gave him a foundation, I’m brick laying
So the more you see this Criss Angel illusion of clips waving the more you about to see money get pressed like inflation
They been saying I’ll automatically lose if I use gay jokes on him
But I wouldn’t do that in the Bay so it ain’t no problem
I don’t need them, each bow leave him with no feeling
No coke fiending just dope lines I’m ODing
And no type of that powder
It’s just firing power
I’m about to flash on him, 88 miles per hour
Even when I’m home his bitch likes how I pound her
She hop on it down the street like a wireless router
Yo! You’ve been spiraling downward
It wasn’t a mistake
So keep bumping those gums and I’ll uppercut you in the face
Some would say that I wouldn’t win this if it wasn’t in the Bay
But you’ll get Trumped in every state, no Republican debate. Time
[Fresco, Round 2]
You gave birth to offpoint comparisons disguised as hard punches
Like “oho that’s why your hearts pumping cause you look like Michael Clarke Duncan with his private parts shrunken.”
Well my homie is the shit so if you try and spark something
He got that Nickelodeon magazine, that means that slime will start dumping
He said “People think my left is made of metal plated armor…”
I stopped the battle right there and I never made it further
He probably said “You’re fucking up the feng shui, you should have decorated smarter
This is not the fade you wanted, I’m your secound favorite barber
See, you just want to pop a bottle like a celebration starter but they’re looking at you funny like an elevator farter.”
It’s lines like that they will probably get you relegated partner
Like your PoRich back at Ground Zero with a detonation marker
That’s a tiny sample but a prime example
You gotta know when to walk away, this is no time to gamble
Bum ass flow, fuck you and anybody taking it
I’ve been using gun lines since Grind Time when everybody hated it
He was like “all these wack MC’s rapping about guns are just about as fake as ever at least I can frame it better and give them more creative effort
I can use gun bars and syllables to make it clever
Cause he’s known for keeping something tucked like Caitlyn Jenner.”
You need to take your notebooks and throw them all into a paper shredder
This shit has been a long time coming, it’s better late than never
I hardly spend time with my bars because I don’t take forever
Plus I’m stuck in a Teenage Wasteland like at the Staples Center when the Lakers enter
Now I’m out for blood
That’s why you losing a liter
I took my cue from Dr. Mundo that’s how I threw you a clever
He was in an acting troupe
Doing musical theater
While I was in an Aston coupe playing musical sweepers
He say I’m nice, but the feeling isn’t mutual Peter
After the last album, Chase Moore don’t want nothing more to do with you either
I mean, Madness hasn’t called you since you blew up his beeper
It’s 2015 and your man Greg still ain’t threw you a feature
He’s known your ass for twenty years and still don’t have a song with you
So that’s a strong signal that your fans have all dwindled
Ya’ll could have done a rap along single for the Amazon Kindle and had the nursing home turnt before your Grandma called Bingo
You must have scratched the wrong pimples and you have some soft dimples and you ugly and soft so I guess the path you on fits you
I could switch magazines like I grabbed the wrong issue and get you crushed in the grill of a black range like a Mastodon hit you
They say Thesaurus is robbing the cradle
Lets get to chopping this fable
I say keep that shit up for as long as you’re able
He’s like a card shark sitting at the (?) table trying to lure a sucker in with the comedy angle
But I wonder what’ll happen when his daughter gets playful
40 year old man with a little girl who you thought was your angel
In a fully loaded Jag with all the options enabled
Pulling that bitches hair back like she wanted a facial
He’ll probably tell her that he love her and that he honest and faithful
But all he wanted was a quick plug like an optical cable
So now you’re up at night, looking at the locket she gave you
Cause a lonely dad is the only man that your daughter relates to! Splash
[Thesaurus, Round 3]
I ain’t come to joke around
You know this clown’s been broken down
And for my local crowd?
This is how a closing rounds supposed to sound
Now watch this
It’s all biz
He don’t know what a cross is
Til I drop one on him like a draw bridge
Shoulda saw this coming
Me punchlining with you is about to be more one sided than Unbias Review
You won’t deny that it’s true just because I won’t pass the torch
I’m Bo Jackson, I belong in my own class of sport
I’ll kill him on cam but it won’t stand in court so I go back and forth, just toe tag the corpse
You got no chance
Ill beat ya in your own dang arena
Charging to the game? Nope, won’t take his Visa
You wanna throw? I’ll go straight to home plate and greet ya
I’ve been flipping off the bat sans Jose Bautista
It don’t take a genius to see your business is foreclosed
Message delivered in Morse Code
This is a warzone
I know you straight but how you dress?
I’ve seen bitches in your clothes
For real, it’s like you shop at Narnia
You lyin’ which is your wardrobe (Lion, witch, wardrobe)
This is more close to a dissection
Try testin’ and I’ll right left him then shortcut like Swipe texting
Your times ending, walk over you high stepping
Head shot make his whole life change like a life lesson
Now I’m guessing there’s a reason that you reference ratchets
Even though you showed up…dressed like that chick
Trying to appeal to two demographics like Lenny Kravitz but it’s just theatrics
There’s nothing upstairs but an empty attic
I will dead this cat, head in the bag like any match they offer
This was just a shortstop in the Bay, I’m Brandon Crawford
No canon fodder this cat is softer than behind the candle opera now watch your life get cancelled like the time I battled Hoffa
Two-time champ I’ll win it two times more
Now I’m back on top of the game like a new highscore. Splash
[Fresco, Round 3]
Look, you blew up when battles had DJ’s
But can’t rap to a beat
That’s like a professional break dancer that can’t move his feet
Ugly dude with freestyles
They’re like “That dude is heat!”
But this is a written battle filmed in HD which is bad news for Pete
And my lines will be the only lines they quote from it
So this won’t be a battle where the fans can say that we both stunted
I roast something
Pass it to your girl now she’s so blunted
She gonna give me a little face like the old hundreds
Red, white and green diamonds like Italian ice
Shorty so wet on the phone she need a bag of rice
You ain’t been popping for a while like a can of Slice
Seasoned fans took me so they booked me for the added spice
Now I didn’t even wanna use this bar for Pete
But he lives in the desert so he should be used to all this heat
So from Cancun to a Sand dune
I roll up on dude and park the Jeep
Ready to dump the cans in his bucket like it’s Super Market Sweep
I can wake his block up or let the Tech ring silent
Maybe born Pro-Choice but fuck your Left-Wing bias
Now that was a check swing but this next thing’s violent
I’m about to open up on him like an X-Wing pilot
My connect always good
I got extra bandwidth
And a second plan for anything the weapons can’t fix
I’ve got money changing hands like Mega Man’s fists
The watch got a second hand, you got a second hand wrist
He about to face another blemish
This is the worst you get sweeped
Ashes get swept under the rug like it hurts to give grief
Super Soaker backpack
Squirt the kid brief
Plus they love me in the hood like the first and fifteenth!
Look, I be at the same health club that his chick be long
She catching pheromones from me at the Lift-a-thon
Yoga mat down, let her suck me like a twisty straw
While she whips her hair back and forth like Dixie Kong
I take her to the second gym like Misty gone
Then make a movie that Starme that’s not Digimon
Not acapella group but he gonna know the kinda shit we on
When he hear the “Ooo wop” going just like a fifties song
No GPS tracking but I getting Pete traced
They have to set up a perimeter and get police tape
That means I chalked his boy out
You wanna get a clean slate
I cook him a couple minutes at a time like a Kid Cuisine plate
I go in a Black Ops mode
Now I’m in his team base
You will not see (Nazi) zombies when I get his team chased
Warhammer 40k’s without the figurine paint
He get ratchet after ratchet like he did a speed date
Lieutenant Worf nine, put him in a Deep Space
Then pitch a bird out the whip like they did in Speed Race, (Speed Racer)
18 karats on the wrist with the Winter Green face
Just looking at her giving you that Listerine taste
Tryin’ to get a buzz off my shit will get you smacked with a fly swatter
I stay splash in this bitch like she rafting through white water
Back in school I had the tool in the back of my guys locker
County jail, a young boy got put in a Pod like Anakin Skywalker
He don’t need breaking news to see action from live choppers
To me it was always on sight, he was scrapping my eye doctor
His bitch on my album cover, Alex Summers from all the havoc that I’ve caused her but I’ve been through that bitches walls so many times I’m actually Nightcrawler
I’m pissed off if people even thinking the match is even
I mean I should rerun my rounds cause this is a classic beating
I’m like Popeye the sailor, I’m gripping a can and squeezing
Talking out the side of your mouth gonna get you the Bambi treatment
I brought the Thumper in the club, now it’s switching to Rabbit season
If he Bugs, then I get him smoked like Yosemite Sam was creeping
Morris will catch a flashback like he sitting in class and dreaming
While I’m at his Bayside High like Tiffany Amber Thiessen
Mario Lopez is in the building, this is your chance to meet him
The silencer is Andy Griffin, whistling back to greet him
This is Aladdin dreaming I’m wishing we had a reason
I just had to get a couple bands off before giving him back his freedom. Splash
