[Round 1: Calicoe]
Lux, you are a grown man
You brought a casket with you?
Either you had dying in your plans
Or you have an excessive amount of time on your hands
But let me talk, on the real Smack
The media's just tried to fuck my life up
Shit almost got real, Smack
But I'm a man of my word cause I'm real, Smack
Ain't no fucking animals getting killed, Smack
Ain't no pitbull or roosters getting killed, Smack
If I was the head of an operation y'all think I would've filmed that?
Now I guess they think Cal is just that ruthless
Now I'm disappointed in my fans for even thinking I'm that stupid
So I'm 'sposed to said some shit that I don't really do
So I ain't hot son?
I mean Shotgun say he a gangbanger but he not one
Bill Collector say he got the burner but he ain't got one
That was just a situation from a nigga to learn a lot from
But then you got niggas like Arsonal got the nerve to tweet
"Cal must don't give a fuck about his career."
I guess I give a fuck about yours
At the end of our battle when you was whisperin' in my ear
Saying, "Calicoe can you please get me the fuck up outta here,"
You got the nerve to laugh and joke about some shit that can land me behind bars begging for my rights
But you was in the middle of my city, begging for your life
Surf got knocked, you didn't give a fuck
You was begging for your flight
But I was thinking drop everything and bail him out tonight
But you know why these niggas can't get with me?
Cause I went from the bottom to the top
I'm officially the smartest nigga in Smack history
If you disagree, you probably a nigga that don't mean shit to me
I went from Lux to Nuborn within a year? I make history
Remember Goodz was talking about a patent leather vest
Or Calicoe vs. Cortez, or somethin' I wanted y'all to get to see
It's funny how shit change, right? Cause now I'm the nigga that send them through other niggas to get to me
It ain't a mystery, Lux we know you been here
But you ain't take a shot at a motherfucker in 10 years,
So when I expose him they all 'gon hate me
What I'm saying is it don't matter if you Loaded, Lux
When that gun on safety
They told me I had you I said I'mma box that boy
They say he be getting loud, well fuck it I'ma stop that noise
For the last 10 years them legends been living through us cause they got no voice
Only reason they back in the URL is cause all their careers failed and they ain't got no choice
That K clap, it'll push your shit way back
You think them jewels rocky, that's why I'm taking 'em ASAP
I got some shit that'll make a nigga lay flat
The silencer on it, call it Pat cause it don't say jack
You don't make the rules, my niggas be shaking tools
Make a move, BOOM
His brains spread everywhere like breaking news
No disrespect to y'all city but I'm just saying in my city
That type of shit right there don't even make the news
Y'all know who I'm with, BMF, that sign stitched
Read it in the fine print, I'm kidnapping your whole family
I'm even duct taping your mom, bitch
And we'll never see his son again, turn that nigga to Don Trip
I see the games he play, officer Hoyt, this your Training Day
You thought this the method to the top, this the dangerous way
Y'all saw what I did last year, well fuck it I'll do the same today
It's obvious I've been eating niggas
Cause I ain't lost since I've been gaining weight
But you say the fastest way through Harlem is the A Train
That's how I know he never had a chance
Cause I'm shooting without a cameraman
So when I pop, the fastest way through Harlem is in an ambulance
But we ain't ever see him sparking up the chrome
I'll catch him in his crib, they'll have to chalk him in his home
Or I'll catch him on his block while he's walking all alone
And put the pound on his chin like he talking on the phone
You a great rapper Lux, I'll never tell you to give it up
But if you ain't saying some shit they can relate to
They don't give a fuck
Landslide
[Round 1: Loaded Lux]
This for the brothers up North gettin full on that Jack Mac
First smack back, we got a nigga to backsmack
And you gon love it, it’s gon be a lot of head rolls
Breath hold till the death toll, you know
You Detroit niggas came to get divided
But y’all gone always come together at funerals
You’ve even now decided
But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in? Well, it’s a sign in
Look at all these portraits of my corpses, I’m just waiting on you niggas sizes
I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame
Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it (tenant), or Royce to 5’9 it
Though hip hop don’t need any more D’s niggas dying behind it
You keep trying, but all you niggas is good for is deep frying
They told your daddy, in him, a great gene was hiding
Well he should’ve kept it in his jeans
Your life would’ve had a better fight on a bed sheet drying
Rather than trying to beat the mind as deep as a mining African digging passages
Halfway into China to reap a diamond, let me be honest
When they break down every round that I’ve sketched, bouts
There’s nothing tougher than smooth as the rusty tools in a shed house
You niggas came here playing, it’s cool, but y’all gone leave giving head counts
They didn’t even book you niggas rooms, I told em Harlem Hospital giving beds out
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[Round 2: Calicoe]
New York City, is this how y’all gonna try to play me?
Math was shaking his hand like “goddamn somebody saved me”
But guess what, you thought he was gonna come up here and treat me and make me look like a joke, nigga?
Sorry, sike, he choked, nigga
But I’ll beat your bitch ass, and then make my bitch beat your bitch ass
See we ain’t got to always talk about how we’ll let a clip blast
Let’s talk about some personal shit about your snitch ass
You told Smack, what, you know what, I don’t even like when niggas do all that personal shit
Boy, we’re face to face, how personal can personal get?
After I robbed you, I’m taking all your personal shit
Tell your bitch to get out the car and leave her purse in the whip
I’m thirsty with clips, let me find out he working with bricks
I’m squirting some shit that can leave him with a reversible hip
I swear to god, every bar and every verse that he spit
It just be all wordplay, sound like some nursery shit
Y’all like wordplay? Alright, fuck it, I’ll give him wordplay
It’s Tuesday, I’ll give him a week to pay me, but by the third day
I’m showing up for that easy money, yeah you heard Jay
You’re like, “it’s only Thursday”, I don’t give a fuck what that herb say
I’m letting the chopper rumble like an earthquake
‘Cause I just wanted a reason to kill him, I ain’t want the money in the first place
Do you snort coke or is you a crackhead? Yo he ain’t gon’ fuck with me, tell ‘em
It don’t matter ‘cause when that mac spread, it’s gon’ hit back head
And if he don’t die, he better lay down and act dead
I clap lead, roll with a chopper longer than Shaq leg
I got a shooter named Smokey, I tell him “hit everything on the list my nigga”, that’s Craig
And if my nigga didn’t get locked up, he would’ve killed you
Free Hollow, them niggas acting like Hollow dead
Fuck Loaded Lux, I’ll get Lux loaded with all hollow heads
But you’re a gangster, Lux? How
Well back in the day, I heard you was extorting niggas? Nah
You was going down to the police station and was reporting niggas
But I got Detroit shooters that’s ready to cross that border, nigga
So when they come with the extendos, them clips hanging like Florida, nigga
So it ain’t no coincidence when he missing in action
MIA, see most of y’all niggas missing the action
We don’t play, it’s only one reason I’m gripping the ratchet
First nigga to take the stand will forever sit in that casket
If I clip it, I blast it, if I live it, I rap it
That K flying, no K-Shine, when he’s zipped in a plastic
I’m ‘bout to flip on some nasty shit, mainly ‘cause I hate niggas
It’s amazing how I draw something just to erase niggas
He thought I was a paid dentist
The way I left him rotten and every tooth coming out his mouth if I put the K in it
Nicky Barnes, Frank Lucas, Alpo, they’re all from Harlem, right? And they all eventually turned into rats
And from the looks of things, Loaded Lux want to turn into that
‘Cause in his song called “Love Taps” when he was dissing Math Hoffa
He clearly stated that Math was a student and he was the proctor, right?
You think him being a proctor, or you being a proctor make you the professor? Nah, let me teach you a lesson
The proctor, a nigga that monitors a student and makes sure he or she doesn’t cheat during an examination
So basically, everything he talks about is a fabrication
You being a proctor only make you a bitch
And proves that you following Harlem footsteps will make you a snitch
So who do you think you convinced, like you’re some intelligent mobster
If Smack had a top 5, you wouldn’t make the roster
Boy, don’t think it’s Olive Garden when I spot ya
Over cheese, them shells hitting his noodle, no pasta
I’m something like a shotter, and nigga, you don’t want to sit in here
I’ma squeeze until it click, click, then I’ma switch here
Ever since I battled Math, you’ve been acting like a bitch here
They told me I have Lux, I said, “fuck it, he can pick where”
Nigga, I’m so raw, and I put the smack down, let’s get shit clear
This is the big show, and y’all wonder how I get here
Heard your mans got the pounds in his crib, I’m tryna get there
For the people’s elbows, I’ll rock him and let that ric flair
You’re a great rapper, Lux, I’ll never tell you to give it up
But if you ain’t saying some shit they can’t relate to, they don’t give a fuck
Landslide
[Round 2: Loaded Lux]
You was reaching baby, you was climbing to be implying
My sneakers sliding like I’m slipping
Well, let me get a grip then
Round this nigga motherfucking neck
I’m gone put that pressure on it all night, and keep applying
You people buying we equal sided
This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match
That’s what happen when Smack, he don’t screen the clients
All this work you put in and you get the same simple assignment
And every time you line these niggas up, I got to do realignments
And Beasley you lying, these kids paid for a bout on the big stage
And you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion
Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided
A rap league of tyrants and a child being defiant, oh, I’m in battle mode
This shit preferably, to show a prior professor the precise calculated correct methods of Math, nigga
This is how you kill-k-k-kill-kill, Calicoe
Talent show, this is God’s call
Youngin' you’ve gotta learn how this works – job corp
It’s hardball with an oddball when the shots you throw through do car door like it’s cardboard
I feel like I’m at your mom’s door with a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur
My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on ‘Nam shores
But you can sense it, nigga, the tension thicker than German guard dogs
My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar
It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet, oh I’m humbled
You know I’ve learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek
You’re a hobby at peak, I’m like the league doctor’s doctrine
You’re adopted, incompetent, weak
I’m about to pull every compliment out of confident weak
I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat
“Yo this fuck nigga Lux, nigga not in my league, he got to be seen”
Well what you mean, nigga, optical reach?
I’m too much of an optimum leap
Ever since Hoffa, you think you can swap with elites
What you niggas got to compete, not to retreat
Get beat till you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat
They don’t know who they with
Y’all didn’t think it exists, I think y’all thought maybe I was a myth
That waited in the abyss and came up out of the mists
But I get to aimin and I don’t miss, I’m bout to put it all in your Catcher’s Mitt
Dyin in this ring is a sure thing and you’re the definite
Can you see the difference between metaphors and real raps?
How a nigga with metaphors can really rap?
Your slogan? That shit a propped-up scheme for the skill you lack
Now I get it, why you did it; personal shit, why you diggin
But if you find any skeletons in my closet, nigga
Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it
They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis
Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic
You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen
With the pump plastic, in front Math just
Talking all crazy at events, some madness
Bout how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress
All that fake ass gun clappin “landslide,” that’s for caskets
You know I KILL, you can read, everything in my bio, has it
How y’all disrespect god? How did y’all disrespect god?
Ain’t it evil to live backwards?
Let me bring that back ‘cause I need y’all to grasp it
Ain’t it evil to live backwards?
I’m just askin, what you thought?
What ‘cause you had more battles than me, you dropped thirty in a couple of games
Nigga, I wasn’t even on the court
Look, it ain’t about how many fights you had, it’s who you fought
This what champions look like, and we don’t look like, you look light
I’m Floyd/Floored by you boys battle verses
You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; nigga, you just talk a good fight
I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words
I said word, they have some nerve, he don’t have the nerve
You see, deep in they hearts, the three from the Arc wouldn’t risk getting snapped with Larry Bird
Chill young, this your lil man’s fight, you can’t cover that
Besides, Miles couldn’t even do a block with me, I’d be lyin about another lap
The trouble back, I’ma get you right when the traffic thick
I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away
You niggas had all this tongue, and can’t rap a lick
Let X Factor trip, I won’t even drag the script
We’ll just lock that nigga in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips
Terraneo, you don’t know who terrain you on
The conditions we done trained along, traditions I was raised upon
This new shit here for chumps, that’s why I’m up here just doin what I want
I used to battle on the roof, the loser had to jump
But you know, he got dreams of that Learjet
But he gon lean like Aaliyah jet
We could bet I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case niggas with you doubt I’d do you awful
Oh, but it’s gon cost you
You can tell Trick Trick the only address he’ll have left is the email he put the house on you
But three things; you, X-Factor, Miles, y’all better learn to like the gym
‘Fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win a fight to live
Secondly, I would’ve thought Heartless would’ve made you care who you put your life against
First of all, only thing you gon ever have over me is your height
But then I’ll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins, your night can end
I’ve been killin, since they paid Shillings, these dealins I got a license in
To say I see the sights of men
That’s like pretendin the dicks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick
There’s bout, 50cc’s of Vicodin in my writing pen
You’ll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem
In fame vote, me in or not
I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote
What you brought for me, a bunch of motherfucking train jokes?
This shit no laughin matter
When in the end, our cake mixed, and you ain’t even half the batter
How you gon get the pitch, we don’t even have a batter
You’s a waste of my motherfucking time, nigga
And you’re cuttin into your mother’s fucking time, nigga
[Round 3: Calicoe]
Murda Mook, Iron Soloman, Serius Jones, Loaded Lux, & E Ness
Smack, that’s your start 5? These niggas really got me stressed
Fuck them, we vets, them niggas ain’t got shit
Yeah they sold a couple DVDs, but we the reason you got rich
The same niggas that you’re claiming as your pioneers is the same niggas that showed up that was dying here
What you would of did without that Landslide, Easy before me?
What you would of did without Ball Game? How could you work without Priorities?
K-Shine zipped niggas up when he got it clear
DNA told Smack to get these old niggas the fuck out of here
So I’m speaking the truth, so I’m saying something wrong today?
Yeah y’all started this shit, y’all the reasons the labels think battle rappers can’t make songs today
But your man got the longest face, he like he want to try something
The first nigga who says he got his back gon’ die fronting
Any problems with my niggas, the nines dumping
All my niggas quick to suit up, they’re job hunting
You show out, get show down, don’t lie, sucker
Die like Evel Knievel if he arrives stunting
Since when Lux was a threat in the game?
Fuck this battle, I’m here for the check and my name
They said the feds was on me, shit I thought it was some stretch and some cane
But nah, it was for some shit that had nothing to do with me
But I told you, it’s a big difference between you and me
This ain’t the funeral, I’m just planning your eulogy
So when he wake up with his face on the news, it’s not for no animal cruelty
His mind flowing, I’m stopping traffic, I said
Two dome shots will put a road block in his head
And I ain’t even got to shoot at your man, I could put the loot in your man
I can retire, I found youngsters that’ll shoot for a grand
So if you don’t get your mind right, they push your brains left
I get them what Smack giving me, I got change left
Then I hit the club with only niggas that been with me
And blow the rest of it at Jersey girls at Sin City
There’s only one time I’ma ask for respect and I’m blasting the tec, and that’s word to the tat on my neck
That’s my mama by the way
If there’s drama in the way, I’ll lift that llama off my waist and start piranhaing his face
Yeah, you battled one nigga that come from the D
No disrespect, but at the time he wasn’t as hungry as me
That day, bar for bar, my bro Miles didn’t stand a chance
But I bet you man to man, he’ll beat you hand for hand
Twinz can leave, we don’t even need this cameraman
I’ll fuck you up on stage, nigga, right now
Now the fans looking like “damn, Cal ain’t got to rhyme
But I told you when it’s real shit, it ain’t got to rhyme
Check his pockets, Smack, I bet to you he ain’t got a dime
Over my paper, he ain’t even get his chicken scratched for getting out of line
Chicken scratched, paper, out of line, that’s Big T’s shit and he started it
But the line so smart, the shit will sound like some retarded shit
Let him try me tonight, he gon’ get his shit peeled back
Drag him across the stage like Stevie J and Lil Scrap
After a nigga battle me, I made him feel wack
‘Cause there’s a difference between metaphors and real rap
Landslide
[Round 3: Loaded Lux]
Let’s get to choppin his fable
You’re a fake new 2Pac and we’re fatal
But you’re a gay who’s really a softy Starbucks coffees moccasins bagels
I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable
Man shit, but since we couldn’t get your pops at the table
If you’re able, please tell em that hand that rules the world
That’s the on that’s finna rock your cradle, nigga
If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I’m guessin now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around
You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child
I’m bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the wedding gown
All I’m sayin is y’all married, yo
The scenario, same def and style but why are your expressions foul?
I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down… low
Like “yo, like, that was wild”
But that’s funny, ‘cause I’m a little skepti-Cal
Had my peoples investigate you pal
Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse
July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up
Aw nigga, you know what’s up, we kept the file
You’ve got some explainin to do, can we address the crowd?
Exhibit A
So that’s how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild?
Well we ain’t judgin though, you ain’t on trial
My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is something you got to deal with”
So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain’t gon equal up to this real shit
Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I
Don’t want you to hang your eye
Not for a second lil nigga, catch it, brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, nigga, now I don’t wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind
How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride
I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride
Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine
That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time
You know what I think is fucked up? I think it’s real fucked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what’s even more fucked up?
It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five
That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps
Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size
They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?
Oh he say shit like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that nigga to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies
But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
And that Big Meech backup singin ass nigga left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?
That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t guides?
And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs
Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive
But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nigga,” youngin that ain’t no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive
But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this
Would you kill the world to save yourself, nigga? Yeah I ain't think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin
Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga
You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
Shoot a father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?
Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
But I’m just tryna give you the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga
Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To putting us in uniforms making us soldiers in God’s army, all them Garveyites
Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner
Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of
But then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nigga
I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed
You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life
You either gon build or destroy
And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shit
You a little boy that don’t get the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga
Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost – you lost, nigga
Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN
You’re supposed to be one of the leading faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lying, y’all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and shit
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indited
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture
“These Detroit niggas still cockfighting”
[UNHEARD 2ND VERSE: Loaded Lux]
Cal, you say I didn’t put you on
That was Miles and the nigga Norbes
I say how did he get it wrong
Wow, y’all been misinformed
You gotta explain then who put together that weigh in that you was on
You see I was in New York but got it done in Detroit
When Miles couldn’t orchestrate it, Moe Dirty would get the calls
Real raps, lets kick it off
You gon tell it then tell it all
Instead of yelling: all i did was
Put my logo, my brand on every clip that went forth
Well hello nigga, switchboard
Then god said let there be light
So i ain't gotta guess that you bright
But i put pieces of you everywhere, nigga
If its gon help you collect your life
Now correct me if I ain't right, but
Don’t the press get a price for every time they verb with the hype
Don’t hbo 247 pay floyd every time he dress up to fight
When “grant?’ was on the hill, wasn't he collecting from sprite
But soon as niggas start thinking they Jordan
And jump, man you put em in front of Nike
I get back to checking you niggas mic’s
See I fought to get that D verse Chicago battle going
Miles know it
But niggas in your own city didn’t wanna have him hold it
I threw alley oops to the "No Fly Zone"
Well you’re the last one I'm throwing
If I give you niggas shots, then whats a Calicoe if it ain't Loaded
You see before the URL
Me and the good folks over at Lionz Den
We took battle rap, revamped and new breeded this department
You know, I even had a couple legends come meet us off their starships
I showed how bad Goodz was, I let K Shine
I used to freeze a nigga before the sparks went
Remember where you seen it first
Arsonal and Clips both cleaning out their cartridge
Gave Rich Dollaz a lean target, Goddamnit
We got Big T started, Word
If it wasn’t for us, Shieet
Nigga Verb would still be in the flea market
But you, you, you’re my greatest creation
You would think we were two nation when it was war declared
But you can’t send boys who crawling scared
To men who walk through dares
It’s an insult to compare, Detroit
We can’t even call this fair
I just came to show him, that i planted this here notion
Way before you were long or where
Oh, you be in Chicago? well that’s funny
Cause I came to break down this Hightower
That thinks he’s tall as the Sears now peep
We call it dressing rappers
You know, you like letting them endorse your gear
Give ‘em shorts to wear, you know, start ‘em being active
Get somebody from a whole other region
Different city, younger demographic
This helps with the different markets you’re trying to tap in
Let them get about ten taped battles
Im guess-timating about seven million views, whooo
Im not accurate, but that’s traffic
Goddamnit that’s classic, cos see what happens is
You help a man to build an empire, then you attack it
Let me ask this, you read the Bible? Mr Hightower
I mean Calicoe, uuh, perhaps you don’t
The reason im asking for, you see
In the book of Exodus, chapter two, verse ten
I can’t quote the passage though
There’s a part in there where God’s speaking to Moses
Regarding Pharaoh soul, he says to Moses, about Pharaoh
"I purposefully hardened his heart
Just so my wrath could show the signs of my work
So that afterwards you would know, I am Hov"
So tell your daddy, nigga
If I got to start getting rid of first borns
Well, you gon let my people go
You see this plan I’ve spawned and spearheaded
With a friend of mine since I retired, it was all a dare
A lot of y’all would ask
How did Calicoe get Lux with so many losses near
But I have purposefully pushed this pawn across the board this year
You see, it didn’t matter if his victories were HD or Walkman clear
People are biased, im not gon say they all were fair
But the fact they talked about him in gambling spot and barber chairs
I know niggas saw you there
This is why a mind like mines has long been feared
This is compensation for helping jump starting your career
This is payback for every match of yours that aired
You can’t see how in this one night, i got in front of every camera
That you’ve ever been on, for years
So that would mean for you, all, ends, here nigga
Its like the farmer told the potato
Ima plant you now, dig you later
You see, we break them then deflate them
With this battle shit it’s battleships
Sometimes you gotta blow them up to sink em
It took patience, I was staking, scouting, casing
The door racing
Between the couch potato, window when the house was vacant
And its pretty clear to me now
I mean, look how many people I brought to crowd your space with
I could have caught you out, one night, with the wife
When you had reservations
And left y’all both late, brings a new meaning to out, dated
Speaking of your girl, I remember the Summer Madness before
When you and Math was at war, I wanted to ask her before
You brought her out from the back of your boys
You showed her to the crowd, we was like ‘Wow!’
You know, clap and applause
Cute in the face, ass was galore
I must say she’s attractive for sure
That boy Calicoe got good taste
Baby girl, we wanna know what happened to yours
They told you to chill Cal, now you in here with a real bow
Uphill battle with a hundred pound wheel barrow
Kneel, how? shit turn to pressure like a steel valve
This ain't even beef, you ain't real, Cal
See, them people from PETA put this young boy in a cold storm
With no clothes on, that’s why niggas got told on
I think he tried to hold on and was like “hold on”
What’s gonna happen if keeping it real goes wrong?
Not killa-ma-gilla-go-rilla Cal
Always down for the riot
But now Big T come in the house gotta tell him “Quiet”
FB eyeing till they build stacks
That’s when they come and get ya, disfigure your member
Then give you your grill back like
We just wanna see where your skills at
We understand your tongue is your weapon
But you supposed to conceal that
You know once you give them control
Its hard to get that will back
Money moves used to light your fuse, they killed that
Tell Ice Cube we done found his chill pack
Let’s reveal facts
They put an offer on the table, you push the deal back
I need to speak to my lawyer or point me to my cell
Anything else then he’ll rat
You took 48 hours and made the 48 seconds flat
If you a Calicoe fan, you supposed to feel wack now
We already know the answer but we gon still ask when
They had you in that room
Did you give them metaphors or real raps
