Loaded Lux vs. Calicoe [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Calicoe]
Lux, you are a grown man, you brung 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 just tried to fuck my life up, shit almost got real Smack
But I’m a man of my word cuz I’m real Smack
Ain’t no fucking animals gettin’ killed Smack
Ain’t no pitbulls or roosters gettin’ killed Smack
If I was the head of an operation y’all think that 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 my rights
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 talkin’ 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 took 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’m a box that boy”
They say he be gettin’ loud, well fuck it I’m a stop that noise
For the last 10 years them legends been living through us
Cause they ain’t 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 takin’ ’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 shakin’ 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 kidnappin’ 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 eatin’ 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 shootin’ 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 getting’ full on that Jack Mac
First Smack back we got a nigga to back smack
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 (8×10) or Royce to 5’9 (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 mine
In Africa 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

[Round 2: Calicoe]

New York City this how y’all gon try and play me?
Math was shakin’ his head like “God damn, somebody save me!”
But guess what, you thought he was gon come up here
And treat me and make me look like a joke, nigga?
SORRY! SIKE! HE CHOKED NIGGA!
But I’ll beat yo bitch ass, and then make my bitch beat yo bitch ass
See we don’t gotta always talk about how we’ll let a clip blast
Let’s talk about some personal shit about yo snitch ass
You told Smack what- you know what
I don’t even like when niggas do all that personal shit
Boy we face to face how personal can personal get?
After I rob you I’m taking all your personal shit
Tell ya bitch to get out the car and leave her purse in the whip
I’m thirsty with clips, let me find out he workin’ 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 word play, sound like some nursery shit
Y’all like wordplay? Alright, fuck it, I’ll give ‘em wordplay
It’s Tuesday, I give ‘em a week to pay me, but by the 3rd day
I’m showing up for that easy money, yeah, you heard Jay
Like it’s only Thursday, I don’t give a fuck what the herb say
I’m letting that chopper rumble like an earthquake
Cuz I just wanted a reason to kill ‘em
I ain’t want the money in the 1st place
Do you snort coke or was you a crackhead?
Y’all ain’t gon fuck with me? Tell ‘em, it don’t matter
Cuz 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 told ‘em hit everything on the list
And my nigga that’s Craig, and if my nigga ain’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 a gangsta, Lux? You a gangsta, Lux? Ha!
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 you come with them 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 the plastic
I’m bout to flip on some Math shit, mainly cuz 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 ‘em rotten
And every tooth coming out his mouth if I put the K (decay) in it
Mickey bars, Frank Lucas, Al Po, they all were from Harlem right?
And they all eventually turned into rats
And from the looks of things Loaded Lux wanna turn into that
Cuz in his song called “Love Taps” when he was dissin’ Math Hoffa
He clearly stated that Math was the student and he was the proctor
Right? You think him being the proctor
Or you being the proctor make you the professor?
Nah let me teach you a lesson
The proctor: “a person who monitors a student
And make sure he or she doesn’t cheat during examination”
So basically everything you talk about is fabrication
You being a proctor only make you a bitch
And prove that you follow them Harlem footsteps and make you a snitch
So who you think you convinced? Like you 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 noodles, no pasta
I’m something like a Shotta, a nigga you don’t wanna sit near
I’ma squeeze til it “click, click” then I’ma switch here
Ever since I battled Math you been acting like a bitch here
They told me I had 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 wondered how’d I get here
Heard ya mans got the pounds in his crib I’m trying to get there
For ya peoples elbow’s I’ll ROCK ‘em and let that RIC FLAIR
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 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 means 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
Now let 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 2pac’s 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 week
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 aiming and I don’t miss
I’m bout to put it all in your Catcher’s Mitt
Dying in this ring is a sure thing and you’re the death in it (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
Talkin’ all crazy at events, some madness (summer 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 (hazard)
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
Trying to win the right 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 dealings I got a license in, to say I see the sights of men
That’s like pretending the dicks of the dyke was thick
In the slit when she piped a chick
There’s bout, 50 cc’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 aimed 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 cutting into your mother’s fucking time, nigga

[Round 3: Calicoe]

Murda Mook, Iron Solomon, Serius Jones, Loaded Lux and E. Ness
Smack, that’s your starting 5? These niggas really got me stressed
Fuck them, we vets, them niggas ain’t got shit
Yeah they sold a couple DVD’s but we the reason you got rich
Them same niggas that you claiming as your pioneers
Is the same niggas that showed up and was dying here
What you would’ve did without that “Landslide?” “Easy!” was boring me
What you would’ve did without “Ball Game?”
How could you work without priorities?
K-Shine zipped niggas up when he got it clear
DNA tells Smack to get these old niggas the fuck outta here
So we speaking of truth so I’m saying something wrong today?
Yeah y’all started the shit
Y’all the reason the labels think battle rappers can’t make songs today
But ya man got the longest face, he look like he wanna try something
The first nigga that say he got his back gon’ die frontin’
Any problems with my niggas them 9’s dumpin’
All of my niggas quick to suit up, they job huntin’
You show up, get shot down, I don’t lie sucka
Die like Evil Kenevel if he arrive stuntin’
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 from stretching the ‘caine
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 ya 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 gotta shoot at ya man, I could put the loot on ya man
I could retire, I found youngsters that’ll shoot for a grand
So if you don’t get ya mind right, they’ll shoot ya brains left
I give ‘em 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 or Sin City
It’s only one time I’ma ask for respect or I’m blasting the tech
That’s word to the tat on my neck, that’s my momma by the way
If it’s drama by the way I lift that llama by the waist
And start piranha’ing 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
Twizz can leave, we don’t even need this camera man
I’ll fuck you up on stage nigga, right now
Now the fans lookin like “Damn Cal ain’t got a line”
But I told you when it’s real shit, it ain’t gotta rhyme
Check his pockets Smack, I bet you he ain’t got a dime
Over my paper he’ll even get his chicken scratched for getting out of line
Chicken scratch, paper, out of line, that’s Big T’s shit he started it
But the line so smart as shit it sound like some retarded shit
Let ‘em try me tonight, he gon get his shit peeled back
Drag ‘em across the stage like Stevie J and Lil Scrap’
After a nigga battle me, I made him feel wack
Cuz it’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 one that’s finna rock your cradle, nigga
If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I’m guessin now, subconsciously, possibly
He 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
In 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”
Oh, 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 look 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 that 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 a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?
Oh he say shit like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”
But 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 moms 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
Aye, 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 a 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, yard 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
Knowing he need order?
Is your money being long worth your lifespan being shorter? Huh?
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 a man’s 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 stated
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, 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 piss, Alligators and shit
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens
I thought about you and your man in that picture
These Detroit niggas still cockfighting

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[Unheard 2nd Verse by 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 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, and God said let there be light
So I ain’t gotta guess that you bright
But I put pieces of you everywhere, nigga
If it’s 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 run with the hype
Don’t HBO 24/7 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
And 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 flew alley oops to the no fly zone, well you’re the last one I’m throwing
If I give you niggas shots, well then what’s a Calicoe if it ain’t Loaded?
You see before the URL, me and good folks over at Lionz Den
We took battle rap, revamped and new breeded this department
You know, I even had a couple legends 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 Dolarz a leading target, god damnit 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 nations 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 score 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
Cuz I came to break down this High Tower
That thinks he’s tall as the Sears, now peep we call it dressing rappers
You know, you like letting them endorse your gig
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
I’m guess-timating about seven million views, woooh!
I’m not accurate, but that’s traffic
God damnit that’s classic, cuz 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
Uh, perhaps you don’t, the reason I’m 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 so, he says to Moses, about Pharaoh
I purposefully hardened his heart
Just so my raft 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 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, I’m 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 help 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 (LENS), here nigga
It’s like the farmer told the potato, I’ll 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 it’s pretty clear to me now
I mean, look how many people I brought to crowd your space with
Or 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 in 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, the boy Calicoe got good taste
Baby girl, we just wanna know what happened to yours
They told you to chill Cal, now you in here with a real bow
In the heat of battle with a hundred pound wheel barrow
Deal, how? Shit turn to pressure like a steel valve
You crack on me like I deal valves, this ain’t even beef
You aint real, Cal/Cow
Shit, 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 gon happen if keeping it real goes wrong?
Not killa-ma-gilla-go-rilla Cal, always down for the riot
But now-a-days 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 it’s 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 it to 48 seconds flat
If you a Calicoe fan then 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?

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