QP (Quantum Physics) vs. RemyD [Lyrics]

[Round 1: RemyD]
I’ma start with telling KOTD, y’all welcome
I know it’s seldom you see a rare specimen so raw yet so well done
My apologies you gotta see me against this frail bum
Folks think that since I hail from Street Status
The QP I should battle be the URL one
Well, umm… that’s not the case, I got the nigga that used to yell S.O.N.S.
They kicked him out, cuz when he farted and belched
Conceited swore he smelled cum
That tough act don’t prevail cuz
I’m a real vet that did more then held guns
Radio for help cuz I crush stations (Crustaceans)
If them shells sung about, get your bell rung
If I’m lining up and aim
Set fire to the rain and have you in hell (inhale) deep as Adele’s lung
But let them tell young good with the wordplay
And that would be a credit
If it was actually a reference to how his verse made
In reality he a actor with theatrics on rehearse stage
He serve game so it turn straight, he good for the word play
I’m good for the wordplay but my work make you take
The L out for yourself now that leave my with the word pay
I deserve cake for every word aimed at this dirt stain
Who shouldn’t of had turn gave to him in the first place
But I was eager to give King Of The Dot they first taste
Of a pure St. Louis lyricist referred to by the term Great
I’m dangerous, fierce make it clear when the shank is near
Head sliced, top, red stripe like Jamaican Beer
Take it ear to ear and make it pierce into this nigga throat
Stick knives in your windpipe, turn it to a Piccolo
Critical condition so pull in medics
Niggas who lost only blow in the would win (WoodWind) section
If I cut up your gut with a knife when the blade slice
Butterflies in your stomach an I ain’t talking stage fright
You’ve been a big part of why this shits just awkward
Battle rap filled with misfits and big shit talkers
For real niggas to witness it’s been horror
So don’t ask why I’m fuckin you up, this is karma

[Round 1: QP]

Remedy, treatment for injury or disease
Or designed as a verb, is to set right see that sets right up for story time
This the turtle in a rabbit race if I start a little slow it’s fine
But say I lost by a hair (Hare) and I’ll send shells toward his (Tortoise) side
Making his future ohhh bleek (oblique), you know, your side
If you didn’t get it, that’s foul (file), get organized
Before you rhyme we all know
It’s nothing but tumbleweeds, crickets and focused stares
Joker if you a King then this crowd
Would have thrown (Throne) them chairs (cheers)
Damn so (Damsel), I’m like Rapunzel towering in that lonely lair
Giving you a chance to climb up cuz
The opportunity is golden here (Golden Hair)
You good at making stuff up, you should have been an Engineer
You need to work on your mechanics
I can see that without an engine near
Pussy admit it, if you timid why interfere
You the scariest dude this side the Globe
All I see in him is fear (hemisphere)
Your mental gears must have shifted into a full blown brain defect
Tell me you ain’t accept this battle for the headlines
But for that fame and press you’ll make the news (noose)
With a clinched throat, strained and stressed
From me showing you the ropes
Since you felt like you could hang… your next (neck)
This thing was just an experiment, some Jamie Kennedy shit
You almost missed your big shot, this was initially Brixx/bricks
Knew he wouldn’t last 60 seconds the minute he split
Just like chimney bricks and Santa kept passing him presents (presence)
But didn’t never give him the gift
If you think I’m plumbing still, oh shit you finna be pissed
Don’t be shocked, gettin defeat, I’m on an energy trip
You still foggy, all my enemies get is smoked then
Put them in the clouds where they finna be missed (Mist)
You do dished and use soap with a lemony scent
This faggot actually knows the number of women he’s kissed
And the fact we all know that don’t any exist
The first row bought (robot) it, cuz yo’s come with a simile kits
And the first robot, it for sho came with assembly Kits
What if the minute he spits, he gets cut off heads
What’s that? Decapitate?
If I say can you kill me, he said I’m about to what, procrastinate
If we shoot it out, Innuendo (in yo windows) it’s simple
The glass will break
With bullets coming over the top, fuck it I wouldn’t exaggerate

[Round 2: RemyD]

This whole battle scene done dropped and gone wrong
It’s like being a real nigga and a battle rapper’s an oxymoron
It’s honestly ridiculous watching these little bitches
Running round actin like drama queens and snitches
Why even be in it? It’s a conflict of interest
For a nigga to risk his freedom just to rhyme how he living
With the nine that he grippin or the crime he commitin
And the lines and the lyrics sound kinda convincing
Til you met him in person and your eyes get to glimpsin
How the true persona is not in line with the image
When it’s clock time to drop rhymes he Popeye with the spinach
But when its stop time he not live, he shy and he timid
Quiet on his phone like his hotline is sizzilin
When he just thumbin thru contacts like an eye lens prescription
He from a GrindTime division where the high fives is given
To the guys writting writtens for lines lined in fiction
But with my kind it’s business, I’m doin things corporate
Puttin niggas to work like Human Resources
Puttin niggas in hurt like UFC tournaments
Puttin niggas in dirt like you the seed, I’m the florist
Look at me, Look at me, you need to see this
You see this performance I mold my creation through?
Only cuz Lush One dropped dough, he paid me to
Everybody know I’m gonna slay the dude
It’s easy to break him down
Shit his whole bio’s degradable (bio-degradable)
I watched Soul Khan body your whole squad with no prob
You made that elephant face fuck look better then a nose job
And oh god, you against Swave, truly insane
You moved in a range too close and got threw across stage
Right in the middle of your message, the shit was pathetic
You sayin what’chu doin is gettin hectic
And what you do continue to, whisper aggressive
Now I’m supposed to give you a lesson you never learnt
Fox where was you to stop your homie from gettin burnt
Okwerdz you the big homie in Stockton, you ain’t tell him first?
Sticks and stones break bones, words never hurt
But let him tell it, Swave had numbers that would get him murked
And it ain’t that crooked
Team Homi was in the buildin, yeah Harlem and Brooklyn
But the reason the real man category, a place I can’t put him
Cuz any real man pushed would of just had to take that ass whoopin
Instead of having your town look all sad looking
This kind of shit shouldn’t be brought to the table, like bad cookin
And even if you ain’t jab hook ’em, your raps full of how you clap bullets
So you could of at at least shot Drect
Before he released the damn footage

[Round 2: QP]

You can’t out class me, period, no matter the time or subject
Cuz each lines on point like Cupid arrows shoot
Cuz they designed to love it
If you forget them good writtens (good riddance)
You could say bye to bluffin
Cuz once you freeze–I’ll know (freestyle) you can’t rhyme for nothing
No, speed it up…
Once you freestyle, I’ll know you can’t rhyme for nothing
The rhymes the gun and delivery, we could say it’s the bullet
Each category’s empty for you and they should be the fullest
And your vidz, maybe Podiatrist is a good way to put it
Cuz I always see defeat (the feet) when I looked at your footage
Look it’s the pussy that says bullshit, through a fake cough
When you beefing with everyone (A1) you cookin with steak sauce
Once this blade slash you, you’ll be lookin to skate off
You know I put him on ice from the beginning
I mean, the look on his face soft (face off)
I make sure you feel close at home gettin killed in his domicile
Send an escort undercover, the little girly you got goin wild
She’ll be tossing your salad while the shits going down
Just like that rim job, then we’ll (wheel) bring the chrome around
Far as your style, what I could do is follow you
With the punches like, this is my son
And only hit him with hay-makers, but different sized ones
You get cold cocked from the side where the fist’ll fly from
The blindside but they don’t enter your view (interview)
But get the job done
Now son when I stylin specific, you mimic, how could you not refrain?
Gay imitations will never be a match, shit is not the same
You think it’s Gucci, your crew a squad of lames
You know what y’all look like when ya’ll walk
A flock of flames (Waka Flocka Flame)
You still in college lame, Juko, didn’t know you was still trying
You take Anatomy right?
Cuz you like getting bodied in any field you try in
Save it, if David could sling rocks and even killed a giant
2012 December well, in the end (Indian)
You’ll get killed on my end (Mayan)

[Round 3: RemyD]

It’s more holes in your story then my pants belt
See I know you would never personally handle a shitty hand dealt
Against Swave you said, if you got writers block
You’ll hit the S.O.N.S. and grab help
Well as uninspired as I was for yo bitch ass
I did every line by my damn self
You see, I’m top down build for this grind, watch how quick I design
Hostile lyrical lines with compound syllable rhymes
You not that big for my size I jot down visual crime
Like a roundhouse kick to your mind
Get you knocked out in minimal time
See I ain’t worried bout your glocks spittin
None of your shots hittin, and your clip shorter then robot chicken
You the weakest link cuz yo type frail
If you squeeze the heat that keep my shells
You’d think the kickback harder than sneakin up on a Clydesdale
What you woofin about, I know what that hood shit about
Same result every time, pull a trigger, a bullet come out
I wouldn’t dare doubt you pullin in clout
You should make ends meet well
From how good you put your foot to your mouth
But see youngin why I don’t have to speak about gunning
Cuz I’m 20/20 with that 30/30 to keep it 100
I’m good sniping with my scope, it look like I’m a shot pro
I’ll pull out a blindfold and hit bulls-eye with my eyes closed
So it’s nothing to put 5 in your top though
When it come to beef I cook mine to a pot roast
If it’s an issues I could lift up on a pistol
Put it up to your head shoot the temper out ya temple
Bullets is finna spread through every inch inside your mental
Ya foot get hits next ya leg I’m rippin up the middle
In the Medical like metal stethoscope to your chest
And blow out your solo plex and left pectoral into four sections
Know checkers when you play chess with a pro-fessional
My level show you need a telescope to check my episode
I leave him back forth and left right for being Rook
With this L see your life in the look your night (Knight) gettin took
See I’m swiping the hook with a slant move like a Bishop
You drag Queens is trash, can’t go against a
Rap King and emperor of that ring you entered
That means you niggas is Pawns, can’t be contenders
At all it’s a difference of cloth from which I’m cut
So even in the event that I slack my trousers still hem him up
See it’s a must I demolish ya
Cuz how I feel about you is how you feel about Swastikas
I could take your two arms, legs and emerge your neck and then turn
Your torso into a pretzel, how it’s stretched in a curve
Tell you prior so it’s when you think on what I said it’s a burn
And I take you body in a casket but your head in an urn
I’m never concerned with irrelevant terms you bring my way
Question my gang affiliation, things we need not say
Just know I’ll get Piru guys thru to bring my rage
And have B’s knock on both sides ya head like Beats By Dre

[Round 3: QP]

I say this huge mass caught (Mascot) you off guard
Is that distracting or what
Am I a turkey cuz hey I (AI) think practicing sucks
Fruit, not too many compare (pair) when it come to matching me up
Keep it 1000, I told you stack a G up
Cuz when real soldiers go to war
We need something like a rack (Iraq) to meet up
You couldn’t mack a dame he into (Macadamian)
Based on the cash you (cashew) give up
Your girly’s into all men (Almond) and be baggin it up
And you get pissed that she hoes (Pistachios), that be crackin me up
I got a date, an my plan, it with her, cuz in the sack she gets nuts
There’s no come back for this shit, I mean absolutely no rebuttal
And I’m finna break it down like a board game, so don’t be puzzled
You’ll die in this round, clearly remember the Global bubble
When I get it *click* poppin in the circle, you shoulda known it’s Trouble
You play Street Fighter but ain’t known to scuffle
The last time you pulled a card, it was thrown an shuffled
You fall right under a bitch as if you known to cuddle
You could’a been a mack but what you jack it/jacket up
Laying your coat over puddles
Your hoe is subtle about us and how it lays, I guess your woman lie
I’ll be out with Ms. Jackal, she’ll see you and run and hide (Hyde)
I been pinching your girls loaf she gives me Bread, do you Wonder why?
All I did was ask for sugar
Like a good neighbor she let me cum/come inside
As long as I don’t (idle) catch you dancing in places I be
We won’t have a run in man (running man)
If you kept wins (winds) in rotation, it’d circulate and I’d become a fan
But what you’ve got in store, can’t corner me, thank you… come again
Your style is Alice with the punches
I’m still waiting for one to land (Wonderland)
These are monkey bars, they’re over your head, but do you understand?
Slow it down, I had to use Con to run a scam
Listen, you may say P nuts (peanuts), but it spread, so they gonna jam
Niggas and bitches in Paris want us to become their friends (France)
But I’ll transform you to caterpillar food
Yeah, you’ll be actually grub (food/insect larvae)
Cuz you’re only good in sections, that’s got me factually bugged
You premature maggoty scrub, being a little fly got you bodied
Cuz you just a gnat to me (anatomy) cuz
I gotta run this back, now you just a gnat to me
Cuz, naturally, you only a little fly
You’ll get bodied cuz Anatomy’s actually a field of Science
You’re under-developed, maggot not built for flying
And you don’t grub (insect larvae) that’s where the caterpillar ties in

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