Daylyt vs. Head I.C.E. [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Daylyt]

What time is it? Y’all might have to wrap this shit up
Lush, I’m tellin you right now, you don’t got my $500….
I’m gon clap this shit up!
Alright dog, as quiet as kept they want me to go at you
Hush, puppy nigga
I already got battle of the year, ain’t that right Lotta?
Winning tickets that shows you I’m a lucky nigga
Antics, it’s funny how you calling me the clown but you the Krusty nigga
The bitch asked me his age I told her he older than a musty nigga
But see this system is an old game that I control
A B C me swipe my hand for the slaughter
In the book of GENESIS, chapter one, it says…
“Our heavenly… SONIC ran on the water”
Y’all don’t get it? That’s one over the head line
Earthworm Jim got me lookin buff, weight, try curls, choke, no
What’s in between the feet/defeat? Toe Jam friend come try Earl
I said this is my world
Although, I didn’t get to battle at Summer Madness
I mean… Summer Sadness
That’s the reason, I was too hot
But somehow I still remained the most talked about nigga from the event
Show’s I’m a true top, nigga, figure it’s All Eyez On Me
They said I reached my salary cap twice, reverse that
They calling a nigga 2Pac, but for you Ock
Brenda baby, trash kid, hoping for a classic? (class sick)
Nope all of these students got they flu shots
I’m too Watts, I could see thru these cats scan (and) it amaze me
Pacman, dot em if they play me
Who could say I’m right man? Maybe
I’m Batman cuz I got them (Gotham) niggas going crazy
I said it’s them Bananas to the mouth
You don’t like that shit? You know that part, he watch Belly
Keep hating and we gon beat this nigga retarded
Mind ya biz mark, he (Biz Markie) not ready then we rock Chevy’s
I had to get the feel (Deville)
Daylight is a weather, no Daylyt is a feather
I had to get the Quill
We both gon on our work pants but it still shows who’s the style jacker
These type of niggas never get that W, O the W, why?
Cuz you don’t got the WOW factor
In ‘64 (N64) niggas copped my game plan, but I’ma school youngsters
Show ‘em this my spot, I come to rock (Turok) I’m the dinosaur hunter
Your life’s a bitch, I could for sure punk ya
You could see I’m a problem
East coast and west coast together? Fuck outta here!
How can you (U) and (N) I tie (TY) when unity’s not an option?
Keep cool Joe (Cujo), what I mean is I’m the meanest,
My dogs killers, we leave no nigga breathing
I feel like Steven we gon cig all (Siegal) niggas
Y’all might have to take that C ladder to the top
Cuz the B ladder (Bladder) full
You’re in (Urine) a situation where you know I’m pissed
Throw a fist, you’ll get jumped off the gate, no offense (a fence)
So who poppin shit? The shine’s mine, they say Sherriff SunDay
And I look at the top and split, I quote
“These kids think I’m a joke? Andy Mil’ a knock his shit (Andy Milonakis)
I look at the whole house like… I gotta try angles (triangles)
In the end, homes (Indian Homes), we Natives
But I’m something you should fear nigga
Look how low men go for the bag, you gon realize I’m a clear killer
You hear me to be? I’m lucky to be here, that’s why I cherish life
Where I’m from we dot up the squares
It is everything but paradise (pair of dice)
Who’s scared of ICE?
You know/nose I’m too big for this water, I am a shell fish
What happens when you put ICE in front of broad Daylyt/Daylight?
Melt it
I can’t help it, I keep killing til I don’t leave a single species
I’ll put a round in a square like a single Reices
You capicci me? It’s hospitals, I don’t got a lot of patients/patience
You saying you gon beat me in America?
That’s Obama nation/Abomination, let’s have a conversation
I’m gon talk to you crazy, walk with you baby
First step is to make sure the feet/defeat is lined up
According to the pad, you ass, no wonder why you behind us
Slow the punch down, I said
You been taking that Accord to ya pad, no wonder, that’s a Honda
Slow the, slow the punch down, I said
Ya Accord don’t got no blinkers you out the window with the hand signals
No wonder, that’s E. Honda
What time is it? I think it’s about 7:45
I know exactly what plane you caught here, it was a 745
I know exactly what nigga picked you up
Cuz when he gave you dap he gave you 740 5’s
I know exactly what kind of car they picked you in, it was a Beamer, 745
I know exactly how many guns to bring, we brought 7 .45’s
Check his birth certificate at the age part and it said 7/45
I’m too live, with that being said, what time is it?
Y’all might have to wrap this shit up
From now on my new slogan is
“If y’all don’t got my $500 we gon clap this shit up!”

[Round 1: Head ICE]

He really bangin? He see thing the way y’all see the block?
Where I’m from it all look like some part of gang, Cedar Block
I throw so many punches at this nigga face it’s like I ain’t see the block.
I’m a wolf, its mountains and full moons
Dark woods, I don’t see the block
Beside yo breath any thoughts of hot fire melting ice
Then I’ll see a block
All water, if I ask for ya 2 cents
It’s after I smack you with a sock filled with all quarters
You the leader of the clique? They all daughters
Since 9 my mind been 38 years old but I will 44 ya
Medieval days, all torture, hot metal to his chest
Then place him with the rest then make me a small fortune
I probably would’ve shot blacks before the slaves split up
For a beige sister, some gray slippers and a fresh bag of grapes, nigga
Wines cooler
That tat don’t make you tough, it just make ya whines cooler
I could get 80 niggas in here for proof that, you whine cooler
6 pack, wine coolers, 6 strap whined cooler ok 6 flat, my winds cooler
Barrels nigga, if you had anything to spend you’d be a pharaoh nigga.
See how things be when you straight forward with narrow niggas
Clown now no need for a loud sound I know vital points
Shit’ll get deep at any part of yo body my knife’ll point
Called ma white bitch, licensed joint
Bring me that new handgun you just got with the rifle point
These jokers broke backs man, I mean Batman
Yeah, the one with the suit
No not Bruce Wayne but
With or without the mask he still has a Two-Face
We only cool until the car parked
And when I finish with the shells, I’m a hit you with car parts
Jackhammers, motor oil containers, rear tires
Shit may sound funny but it’s still violent
My bitch in the passenger seat guiding me like a crossing guard
Real silent
Normally I’m deep breathin’
Back to the car after the squeeze treatment
But I just broke Day while ya’ll was in the sheets sleepin
Fags in drags all fuckin day, I said fags AND drags is all fuckin Day
Y’all praise a nigga that got ass naked y’all past reckless
I don’t feel comfortable around niggas that be ass checkin’
In hallways, you pushed like on Butt Naked with a Shotgun video
You all gay
And if you left a comment, that’s foreplay
This nigga faker than costume jewelry
What’s this costume wizardry? He’s a cartoon literally
You ain’t no Dot Mob nigga, I know real Dot Mob niggas
And most of them don’t even like Dot Mob niggas
You gone fuck around and get killed
By a nigga you don’t even know down with you
So you fell asleep on Math right? No wonder this shit ain’t adding up.
So you like a nigga wit a big ass dick or a drag with a fat ass butt?
What, you don’t like my riff raff?! Fix that!
Might have thought you was thuggin
But to me you damn near kissed Fatz
I met you checkin you, Rich battle, remember that?
I kept dollars in a safe,
which brought forth change for you to make cheddar scrap
I asked ya mans about you, they ain’t diss you
But they aint speak highly either
No I see you how they see you a G-string
High power, on beats you slower than police academy Hightower
I could see you and Lil B makin a single called “My Flowers”
So you beat Kendrick huh? That’s good stripes
He still feel he Pac and Biggie in one hand?
Well tell him I said he Suge Knight
Limited blocks of space a limit if I could trace
And he can’t be that sick living off Dr. Dre
It’s the diggy diggy doc y’all
RBX put a 16 on my song
And then covered it with the iTunes to make some West Coast lyrics
Now either he lack creativity
Or that’s just the identity of a West Coast nigga
I still got love for Watts and the Bay
From tops of the clay to cops on the chase
Rest in Peace Bobby Hutton, but back to ass naked
The lunatic who blast weapons and
Known to throw shit up if he feel you half steppin’
Fuck kinda boots is those you be wearing in ya videos?
I don’t see no tags on em
Which further let me know you ain’t spend no cash on em
Fuck is those Army Navy? No joke, Carson Daily
Only reactions in front of the cameras
So we can help the sponsors make it
Fraud only crack you got need A and D ointment
You can have some A-Z choices and you still get a player 3 joystick
You asked for this work, I could’ve hit you off consignment
Cause you a bricklayer I’m a bricklayer
But we in two different environments
You building homes I’m build from stones
You applying a fee I’m supplying the streets but peep
Cuz our common goal is to get rid of this key
For cheddar you don’t got
So keep speaking like you gone behead us in your devilish flow twat
And you gone see more Berettas than a Mexican dope spot
Bitch nigga wit a bitch body
Who prolly act like a bitch to his bitch probably
I ain’t take you for the skills stupid. I’m real ruthless
Like puttin work on Hitman Holla block and let Bill move it
Let’s be real, useless, you don’t even think for yourself
Ya man tell you what we gone do for the day
Since he brung you to the head your only use is the legs, right?
He ya arms strength? Reason you poking yo breast out
Pointing all those fingers like we don’t know what Day bout
You aint no rider, you on the back of the bike in my best out
You see us better lay flat like the hair weave
Or get knotted for whatever we dread bout
Day I don’t know why I’m in front of yo bitch ass
I would much rather be behind yo bitch ass
Than in front of yo bitch ass
You a plane with no flyer pilot, Fell he brave well I’m a try it
And let them can wave…
And wet him wit the same force as a fire hydrant
For my alliance but, I probably aint tell you I like you Day
If I did I was lyin, If I did cool
If ya teacher was from Harlem, your district was for a different school Real shit, if we was infants I’d give my momma the look like
“Take his diapers and his wipes”
If his parents feel some type of way when,
Put us both in a playpen, say when and I’d land a right
Since Enfamil I been in for mills
You could have a fan, AC, and a blow dryer
And you still would have this win for real
Fan, AC, blow dryer, wind for real
I can’t think for losers in a winners mind
I guess it more dollars in dreams for him to win still
You got a face they need a leash wit
Type to tag up yo gang name at a disease clinic
Daylyt, sicker than the sickest nigga in here, Quill, was in the building
Snitch my dick out ya girl butt, tell her I got other hoes
When she come back with the witness,
I’ll be standing for my sentence in my under clothes
Like “my home fries was cold, the ketchup was hot”
Fuck kinda games you playin, you gone catch up or not?
That’s when the door slam, Day on the other side like a doorman
She suck and fuck til dead her, donkey punch
then come back to the door butt ass naked like, “the fuck you want?
Pineapples, Give him the door again like her fire at you
With a couple of peers tryna get me to sign
A brochure that his mind captured
I guess just his mind traveled, fuck what you bout
For loose change, I’m talkin 50 cent when ya pop
You see niggas hittin the gate if we sense Gunplay in the spot, ICE!
But I ain’t at piece til this parts over, you gotta heart doja
Wont you tell um how ya career was a waster of time and part sober
And you just be living ya memories
Cuz you a scarred soldier who realized his march over
I.C.E!

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5 thoughts on “Daylyt vs. Head I.C.E. [Lyrics]

    1. I know… it’s gonna take me some time. I have plenty of battles ready to be posted but it’s about having a steady internet connection which I don’t have yet. Just bare with me. I’m still dedicated to the website.

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