Loaded Lux vs. Hollow Da Don [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

Power to the people, we back to do maintenance
Yeah, yeah we gon rock like crack when it came in
You know this work hard as the Latin invasion for black entertainers
Hollow! Glad you could make it, it’s just sad he won’t make it
At these tapings they don’t even show the show dancers turn pro
Transfer respect to the session being closed camera
Look at this, another future know-it-all with no answers
Past catches up to him present day, look nana
We got another kid with a gift who just found out there’s no Santa
Afraid they never calculate the mistake they about to make
Anytime you get gassed up to get traffic
Well it’s obvious you gon brake/break nigga
I’m talking to a dead man at his wake, this an interview with a vampire
You don’t know that high stakes will take his life out of place
I eradicate then create, but the gun makers the mind
That combine that we brung tanks, I don’t know what they must think
I’m out of verses for the hearses out of trunk space
But you a petty drug case cupcake, this ain’t front like you front weight
I hate niggas who pump fake and you’ve been giving shots
You gon play drunk date blind and find that some stakes is unsafe
That have holes in fences to jump the gate
What could you do? I’d a thought your rebuttals thru
Data for this matchup you probably was running to
It just..it just ain’t the same backup when it’s in front of you
You know what I come to do, you know who to came to see
Your books, you a showman
It’s not as much about my opponent, it’s the look I’ma go with
Soldiers, for the glory who do we put in our moments?
Well it’s a fight in the ring
I can’t picture the Don King, but he good for promotions
I wanna put it in motion
I like aggravation on faces attracted to being famous
This is art, I give you start in imagination
Then I pick you apart/a part like a talent agent, nigga
Clarification; my character basing was the fall of Calicoe’s greatness
“But Lux you was wrong for putting the pictures up!”
Ahhh, shit he was wrong for taking it
I take it you seen my last flick, classic! Yours wasn’t too dazzling
You waved then got wiped out brotha
Surfing just never looked worse for you in the casting
I was all in the entertainment center
This nigga mama name must be Brenda with this trash shit
You look like a nigga in front of the deli that keep asking
They gave it to you the first two times, oh this a habit
We know your story, we seen the views, a million and one times
It’s the same action Hollow, you keep giving us old shit
But what else we expect to get out the addict/attic nigga?
You baggage, a lot of trouble in the vein
I heard you and Drake was tight, turns out you munching off the name
Pictures of y’all at dinner, he showed the public that he came
But he put it in his albums too
He said “Thank Me Later,” “Take Care,” then “Nothing Was The Same”
I expose these niggas in rap collisions
Loyalty Over Money, that’s suspicious
Wasn’t it just NYB to the death? Last edition
Oh the numbers just keep disappearing, this Math-magician
Has befriended everything about New York
Ya Texas slang, the dranking lean, you swanging on a motherfuckin train
Yeah the fastest way is the A, it’s the level that I usually train
You in the grave cuz they paying to removing the stain
Thru the exchange I square off for every root in your vein nigga
Why else would a King be Pawn shopping? This for human remains
New York versus New York, oh baby
This home cooking lookin like Grandmas
I keep tellin you Hollow fans to stop thinking
The Hero ain’t just a sandwich
You gotta talk to em like they Daddy’s Little Girls you know
What you want from this nigga that keep going back to jail?
Did that time behind enemy lines make the family proud?
Did Andrew (?)
Ya man ain’t got you handwashing a nigga hand-me-downs?
Another top tier nigga tearing on the top
Tearing they tearing ya bottom out like nana gown
But you lightening with the jab, but the footage can’t be found
You stole who, cupcake?
You ain’t gon take nothing but ya panties down nigga
You no different from a maid drying the laundry
And this guy locked and confined
I mean you was just hangin out in the yard, now ya spots on the line nigga
I’’ll mourn him, yeah 12 told me get on that track and exploit him
I was running round the battle scene looking for freezer storage
Yeah I called you out, keep ignoring
That’s why we ain’t even see this coming
Acting like you ain’t see me calling nigga
Are you a left winger or set banger?
Excuse me, don’t confuse me, you new gear dirty nigga
You couldn’t clean up round a pack of Mexican painters
Yo closet for Kanye would be a death chamber nigga
You wouldn’t know fly shit in a jet hanger

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]

I feel you on ya Black Panther shit, the power is engaged
But you a diva nigga, make them wait to take an hour to hit the stage
Damn! Taking all that time you done hurt these fans
I guess it takes awhile to put on them
Hells Angels jacket and them Eddie Murphy pants
Since he wanna take so long, fuck it, I’ma do his original introduction
“First Smack back, wait we on UW cuz I stabbed Smack’s back”
“Loaded Lux you know what’s up when we rollin up”
Yeah we know what’s up, you coked up, I got one more tho…
Ace his clique, fastest way to Harlem is the A train slick
Well it’s actually the FDR
But you wouldn’t know cuz you don’t have a car
But he does have a hearse, against Calicoe you set the scene
You brought props and everything, from that picture you scored
Cuz you got the pic when Smack set the screen
I mean just to see a Lux battle you gotta see women in violet gowns
Choir sounds, tire mounts, tight ropes and lion growls
It’s a whole bunch of “You Gon Get This Work!” and “Quiet Downs!”
It’s a circus act just to see this clown go thru a fire round
Was all that rented stuff? You still got the hearse? You kept the tux?
Ooo! Great investment Lux! Ya death is up
Neck get cut, stretch his guts, chest get… hold up, hold up
I can’t do this, he’s a Black Panther, I gotta be positive with Lux
Nah fuck Lux, I’m only concerned with the first half of his name
Loaded 5th let’s get it in
Over offensive/a fence lines my niggas got they face mask at ya residence
I got the goons waiting on the outside like a defensive in
And I call em my special team cuz while y’all kicking it, I send em in!
I send this nigga to hell, bring him back to life
Just to send his ass to hell again
Like you repenting sins, I have him heaven sent
Them ya choices, you can try hell or let the sky tell/Skytel
It’s two ways I could send him messages
Let’s say he pick message 2 and dude who right there blast the pipe
Tragic sight Lux dies
I’ll fuckin.. I’ll fuckin grab a knife, slash and slice
My own wrist just to battle him in the afterlife
I’ll be like, “Yeah, who the best nigga here? I wanna battle Christ”
Tell Stack he nice and give DJ Screw a half a pint
I’ll bring the footage back down to Earth so y’all fans can see him severed
And they watch it like, “damn, that was a match made in heaven”
I’ll come to a shrine, guzzle and wine, juggling minds
I’m so far ahead and above with my time
I could rebuttal ya rhyme before you come up with the line
Let me introduce you to this cat you facing
A mixture of Larry Davis and Pappy Mason
A nigga who’ll battle half the nation with scabs and lacerations
That’s why the line outside longer than the Africa vaccinations
Now my next style’s like a reptile from the X-Files
Have ya legs bound, gun found in the West Nile
Keep ya crib down, my niggas play painting with his kid now
They toss him to me, I catch him and slam him Shawn Kemp style!
I HATE YOU LUX! I HATE YOU LUX!
I hope your true love grow up to be a fruit cup
Or a nigga that’s screwed up, shoot his whole school up
Peep how I’m putting the scheme, my nigga, c’mon my nigga…
LOOK AT ME KING!
You see that large picture? Something that I got king
Loaded Lux, Loaded what? Loaded Lux, Loaded what? Loaded Lux
How you got the name Loaded Lux? Not froze, you clutch
Unloading and loading up, it was UPS, loading trucks
You better be super loaded up
Cuz if Loaded was overloaded you wouldn’t be loaded enough
I mean I was good with Goodz, I surfed with Surf
Now I’m loaded for Loaded, I hold it for Loaded
Unload it for Loaded then open and close it
Let’s talk about choking Lux, they said Lux choked
I said Lux choked, oh yes, they said the 2nd and 3rd was crazy
I was like, “damn, I thought you meant he choked to death”
But let the fans tell it, some of em say he’s perfect, he choked on purpose
He can craft lines out the air and he don’t rehearse it
He can disable a bomb and he won’t get nervous, he’s perfect
He can bury a meteor and it won’t resurface, he’s perfect
But legends don’t choke on purpose
I mean picture John Elway on his last drive within the goal line and it’s 0-5
The blitz come, he scramble then get around
And see the wide receiver open then intentionally grounds it
Legends don’t choke
Picture Jordan Game 6, 4th quarter and him passing it to Ron Harper
Legends don’t choke, my nigga what was the obstacle there?
You couldn’t find nothing to rhyme with hospital bed?
I mean not, “pop with the lead,” “shot in the head,” “drop til you dead”
You like to talk about Calicoe’s Pops in the Feds
Even that rhymes with hospital bed
Why didn’t you just freestyle off the top of the head?

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]

Just when we thought Hollow’s had points to they rounds
Ya bricking with ya shot
You gotta be fuckin kidding me, I do this whole movie production bit
The signs, the divines, the pickets and the props
And this is what you got?
Oh you in grave danger, I know you can dig it, shit we’ll pick out the box
I mean look, I could care less if you audition or not
I wrote this story for you, I gotta stick you in the plot nigga
But you gon love it, the script is hot
I tell ya mother, “look lady, I know crack was rough out there in the 80’s
But don’t be depressed about yo best”
I mean these young heffas out here still dropping their babies
But you raised ‘em with an agenda and revelations a scripture
Just gon take a few more, you at the funerals breaking til they remember
All that static on the set, that’s the same wire hanger for the antenna
And why it always take a black mother banging on a box
For you niggas to get the picture?
As far as the past, leave it to Lux
Harlem been on the map but I’m back leading the rush
You from a borough where LL was the battle MC to crush
As if Nasty wasn’t enough
Could you be the one Run-DMC left they last Adidas
To run up the Ave and needed a crutch
You a sad seed in a clutch
Ru Paul couldn’t drag Queens this much
I see’s him on Jamaica Ave
I’m moving like a Coroner with this body of work without the tag
He boppin past shoppin bags, “what’s up shun?”
I’m like, “This new shit if you got the cash”
Now see you baby boy, I lie to you not
It’s the same scene from Baby Boy
When Jody asked P are you a buyer or a seller?
He ain’t even have the rest of the money for the bail bondsmen
To buy you out the cellar, that should tell ya
You buy, we sell, whose hand is the weakest dealt?
In the end you got the bags, but I got the cash, don’t cheat ya self
The streets are swell, you’ll know that when ya signed in ya seated shelf
You need the help, I go to the trunk like a Keebler Elf
Ask yo man Grime about me, I know ya hustle, ya origin
That’s partly why I believe y’all partnership got your partner shipped
You came down when he went up, it’s not bargaining, it’s like sponsoring
Free trade (?) gangstas first 48 hours got marketing
Targeting crews who lack honor in arguments
Is LOM in the trap partying or rap partisan?
Y’all shoulda been had an audience or an augment with Barney friends
I mean all you niggas seen, is y’all might look like monsters on screen
But y’all backyardigans nigga
Why the point man always trying to get it on a arm?
Food stamps coming, you gotta baby sit the card
You don’t even help out with that rent up in the Bronx
That’s you LOM niggas, Living Off of Moms
You smoked yourself out of the last house you was sleep
It’s such a disaster/Dizaster what that Cannabis/Canibus do
When ya whole pad out in the street
It’s sad watching this
If you doing this you down to whatever yo last option is
You can’t match Smack’s opposite rap operatives
The man butter, his whole band rubber, snap out of it
Ars, what you got to give? I need 40 shorty
You can’t negotiate to big brother with black hostages
This don’t make good sense/cents
Why ya voice be climbing like you whining?
Changing pitch like the Yankees bench
Ain’t this a bitch? Came to vent at the main event
Next time you rap about my age
You tell em who’s the most talked about Battle Rapper of this age
The guy that do the autopsy’s on the stage
I get to breaking down a rapper, I bet you ain’t had a book since Spades
But I’m reading you nigga, right before I’m taking out the chapters
You actors ain’t seen a star brighter
Car lighters don’t go in like this hard fighter
Punch for punch I never show no weak hand
But I off writers (Arthritis) nigga
You wish there was more like us, both of our names public
But mines is the main hovering
All that means is you got bars too, just not the hang of it nigga
You ain’t discovered? When I give a nigga this church
When I give a nigga this work it ain’t Ma$e returning
Your faith determine don’t let no Queens block will be safe to turn in
Bourbon make it virgin, I’m focused, you at the surgeon
My next EP, MD, check the Sermon
Hold up! Nigga you gon get this work til you fired … in a furnace!
Calicoe got a casket for free, you gon earn/urn it nigga
You with the Madison Square Gardener
I rakes up the scratch then leaves
Dear Father, tell baby girl she ain’t safe on the street of Tonkers
Hollow Da Primadonna, ya brakes on a beat up Honda
Greasy partners, stretching pies, spinning dough
Nigga you got a job at a Pizza parlor
Even smarter, they say you was AAU, jumpin and dunkin

[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]

Nigga I was raised in AQ nigga, that’s Queens
You said my band rubber? Damn brother, what does that mean?
So you call niggas rubber? Oh that nigga rubber, that nigga soft
See I don’t get the shit
Niggas be acting like Lux on some different shit
But all he do is take some simple shit like a door and make it intricate
Let me give you an example
“They’re opposed of who opposing us, do you want it closed or shut
The life of sanctuaries close enough
And when it’s your turn things will open up… he gon get this work!”
He’ll say “I seen more countertops than a flower pot
A hour clock on the tower watch” and the crowd will rock
Like, “wooo! I don’t know, it just sounded hot”
Because you don’t understand him it don’t mean that he’s nice
For example, he said it’s about 50cc’s of vicodin in his writing pen
But if vicodin’s a pill and CC’s liquid, what are you writing then?
Because you don’t understand him it don’t mean that he’s nice
I mean my bars give you that “mmm… I just shitted” face
His bars give you that “hmmm… I think I get it” face
I mean you know why Lux is so deep?
He tell these boys “I can’t comfortably sleep
I don’t wanna be stuck in fatigue, I need supplements meek
Let my digestive systems function at least”
He like, “huh?” he like “I’m trying to get something to eat”
Because you don’t understand him it don’t mean that he’s nice
You know the reason I don’t respect ya flow?
Cuz last battle you had the swag of that Muslim
That was in that cipher with X and Hov
I mean can’t you see that he’s fake, you came dressed like TD Jakes
Cuz he can’t sell none of his CD’s and tapes
But when he battle raps people zone out, sit and stare in the midst of air
As he paints that picture clear and takes you to that place that isn’t there
I mean, wanna be like Lux? Here’s a synopsis
Use smart words like synopsis, analyze a object or dance around the topic
I mean I made up some before and I apologize and I’m making amends
And I promise y’all I will never put an intercom in a generator again
But if he was to do that, they would make it make sense
Like, “that’s Lux, you don’t get what he’s saying dummy?
He’s talking bout the battle
He entered calm so he can generate some money
Lux got bars! Lux got bars!”
See but I don’t get the shit
Cuz niggas like that act like Lux be on some different shit
But what you do is take some simple shit and make it intricate
And the ones that’s diggin it look at em like “you can’t be serious”
To the ones that’s feeling it, act like they silliness and belligerent
But when they go home and breakdown these bars I’m mentioning
For following you, they the fuckin idiots!
Example: what you gon do? Put it all in my catchers mitt?
I mean is this baseball? Are we playing catch and shit?
Oh I guess it went way over our head and we ain’t catch the shit
Wait y’all ain’t catch the shit, I said he act like he playing baseball
And it went way over our head and we ain’t catch the shit
Well if he is making sense and shit, only problem I got left with him is
Slow down ya sentences, don’t forget to remember it
And that’ll round off your penmanship
Wait, I can’t say this to Lux
The god, the legend and the veteran, ain’t nobody better then
Oh you might need some notes to take home, I wrote something
I’ma give you a letter then
Dear Lux, we fuck with ya energy
But the way you cram ya bars, to some fans it’s frustrating mentally
Slow down, it ain’t all about the punch in ya memory
I mean we like the way you structure your similes
But sometimes you run thru em literally
We fuck with your energy, but we question abilities
Oh, what I’m trying to tell you (U), P.S. don’t rush your delivery
Against Miles he was the CHAMP, we couldn’t shoo/SHOE him
He was in his prime, but now that we don’t get the rhymes
We just get KICKS out of him when he FINISH LINES
Right before he begin his line….”Loaded!
It’s like I swallowed a laxative on accident
I got em shitting on they pants again, oh crap, it’s him”
“Loaded! 40 thousand ain’t enough to get a kilo, just to sniff
Not for trafficking
Couple thousand left over, I guess I’ll get me a casket then”
After that it’s back to the Ave again
Laying down the blankets with Africans
Oh y’all didn’t know?
He said I stay at Moms house prior to Summer Madness 2
He was homeless so he had to do what he had to do
Niggas that been to Fulton or Jamaica Ave y’all know this true
Gotta have to sell some things, “You don’t want the Lionz Den CD? Cool
We got Jeezy and Weezy too, it’s usually $5 beloved, but $3 for you”
Alright, alright, times is hard, bring me 2

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]

I hope you brought that pain medicine with you, cuz you gon need it
How sweet breathin could be screened off breezes when romanced
Like the Romans when they beat on Jesus, it’s in yo hands
But nothing I write can hit you harder than life
Especially one weak for demons
But you say you straight in the state of the Saints
We gon see if it’s New Or Leanin (Orlean) nigga
Promethazine, Codeine, Morphine, it doesn’t motivate
The exposure make you dose, not awake, these are opiates
The doses trace the properties of the poppy seed that the dopers take
Make no mistake about this, if you ever been someone around on Heroin
They’re a dependant, they go from binging
To drugging just to function that engine
The whole body readjusted, you just can’t end it
They attack the habit, but the cause of withdrawals is still pending
So are you sober nigga?!
Cuz you said you stop drinking lean in October, well that isn’t a surprise
Hollow you picked the month where in the end every individual lies
I mean you can dress it up how you picture it in ya mind
But the Hollow wean (Halloween) off it
He gon always be a nigga in disguise
How fly is the moon man that went to the bottom?
I mean ever since you first spaced out in Houston he had a problem
We listened and bare witnessed, “you already sno dat” in yo system nigga
Hollow Da Dininininini- my prediction
That repetition in yo diction due to addiction
From sippin, yo mind slippin nigga
It’s like ya life written, scripted, but see cryptic
You’re drifting off in the mist of the mission to come up missin
Oh the sorrow, I came to clean young blood out, Sorrel!
This ain’t even a quarrel nigga
This is like Quarry versus Ali when the right followed
Ya sights boggled, ya time borrowed
Ya life should’ve been swallowed, Hollow’s Apollo the light model
Who fights Drago
You might wallow into depression just to fill the empty Sprite bottles
I’ll never forget that night when I seen you on 174th st and Vice
It was at Gunz video shoot you had that cup in yo hand and you was nice
And I asked to battle you
And out of all the avenues we could’ve been on, it was Vice
Wow, the brain disease you can’t seem to knockout
And ironically I thought I never blocked out
That was god with me when you said follow me into that pharmacy
You get the picture? The good farmer sees
What needs to be cropped out nigga
You a bad weed and it’s a travesty and this one casualty
Is gonna be for every one of your multiple personalities
Are you the Don Dotti? D-d-d-d-d-dutta man
The Dininini- nigga it’s all dimming
But let me ask you this, did you mean Don Lennon or Don Lemon nigga?
After the CNN journalists who don’t even enjoy women
But boys in em, speed sticking, by Mennen (men in) and Benett
I think like him is a brother who’s in the public figure
I figured in it to restore ignorance, I hate you lost niggas
Y’all lost switches, they don’t put us onto the system
Our system! I tell em what it is and with this gets him
How the game rigged, yo name may make you look big
But you a victim that’s why they pimp em
I just see what you don’t see Hollow, I’m stating the facts
I made you the most money you’ve ever been gave for a match
But don’t even thank me for that
I just wanna know why when every leader rise
They use his own kind to put the stake in his back?
What they paid you at Smack nigga? They probably paid you in smack
Cuz you can’t even see past your last drink in that batch
But you paint me as wack, you make the fans see me as greedy
Like I broke some treaty cuz I won’t let them treat me like a “Don”
Who’s in the position to influence for the student
But educating the wrong
Baby you a star! They love you the way you are!
But I love you enough to not leave you the way you are nigga!
You make it hard for people that say what they mean
And mean what they say cuz that’s what they mean
How they gon follow a junkie? Be a fan, not a fiend
Be a nigga from Queens, not a Queen
Man up! Cuz standup niggas don’t lean nigga!
This is revolution! Not some shit you put on a song to sound cute with!
Wise man told me, “son you want respect huh?
Well you make money, not excuses”
I’m thru with work, I’m up here giving Hollow the business motto
I’m showing the battle rapper today how to get it tomorrow
You welfare nigga, free health care
You’ll give it to em, but don’t show em how you got it
How you gon teach business with free shit? Where’s the knowledge?
But why should we expect a nigga named Hollow
To give us anything solid?
I’m polished, a freedom leader
But we were leavers and weak achievers
I’m a contractive speaker, an active reader
I stand on these lines and not for athletes’ sneakers neither
FBI been trapping keepers for life since trapper keepers
You might’ve thought Hoover was just a vacuum cleaner
Master thinker, these Don Lennon’s be twisting up y’all agenda
That’s why I wore this image, so y’all don’t forget to remember
While the members of the Panthers tried
Why Bobby Hutton and Fred Hampton died
They can’t deny, the answers are right there in history stamped in time
You, you the cancer that propaganda designed
It’s sad cuz some minds you can’t remind
It’s bad, you blind to the rubbish due to the druggin
They sat you down, gave you time to think prison (?)
Because you won’t take more money from rap
But you’ll stand on the block with a pack
You disgusting, who they trusting? I gotta be the guy you wasn’t
For the youngin to show em something
Cuz if he look up to a Hollow, he just gon grow up and do nothing!
You should be banned from a booth nigga
Unless it’s surrounded by a firing squad commanded to shoot
I got plans for the youth, you try and lean on me
This is Principal Clark battling Sams on the roof
Jump nigga! Kill ya self!
All night I been giving you Math questions
But they can’t mix problems with bad guesses
Hollow you ain’t loaded enough for the rap legend
You up here talking all this Big Daddy Kane shit
And you Half Steppin nigga
My walks clearer
It’s like I’m thought sharing on frequencies that a dog hearin
I’m more daring than McFadden running back with the ball
Bearing the wheel and caught steering
I should split yo shit like divorced parents nigga
You know what, forget the money, forget that money shit
I should make Peter pay me in Paul Bearers
Show em a dollar, show em a bottle and a dream
You don’t understand that when you reproduce
Everything you are is the product that you breathe
God forbid the condom was to leak and you fathering a seed
Jay-Z if ya listenin and you following the tweets
You probably didn’t speak to Obama before the speech
But I swear he might not pass one gun control law
But I’m trying to get every last one of these Hollow’s up off the street
I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus
Don’t you niggas every throw rocks at the son/sun
You can’t reach it nigga…. Work!

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]

You talk about me sippin lean but in ya K.I.L.L.A.S. video
Fat Trel and them Sprite was all pink
I mean you a low coke head, I admit what I do to them
I ain’t gotta lie to y’all G
He probably was on the set on the low trying to dog lean
You look like you lowkey addicted to Tylenol 3’s
My nigga you talked about me sippin and bein in jail?
That shit is depressin
You just proving me right, I can’t get this work, I got a criminal record
I do the crime, I do the time, I sit like a man
While I’m in there, LOM shirts shipped to Japan, iTunes, digital scans
So don’t think singles, think Pringles
How I still stack chips in the can nigga
He talking bout lean on me
Well I know y’all heard what happened in the face off
So I’m glad we can do a movie reference once it’s face off
I mean he was there for the fight
He pulled me to the side like an Israelite
He said, “brotha, I wasn’t feelin that fight
See Hollow you livin a life they portray and stereotype
Now it’s gon be some people that try to prove that you weak”
You remember Menace II Society, O Dogg? He liked to pull shit in beef
I said “I do remember that movie…
And we don’t wanna hear none of that bullshit Sharif!”
So fuck trying to teach us shit, stop trying to teach and shit
He the old head that come on the block, niggas be like…
“Man, go ‘head with that preachin shit!
We don’t wanna hear about what Jesus did, tell Al Sharpton eat a dick!
Beg my pardon but I’m in the hood starvin with no leadership”
And you want me to listen?
Nigga we don’t even know if you follow a religious tradition
Are you Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Baptist or Buddhism?
I don’t know, is you pickin? First time I knew dude was sniffin
When I caught him uptown false preachin in some Tru Religions
So let’s take em to church
Reverend we understand that you want something to eat
But 40k?! You wanted a feast
What you wanted ain’t cheap, you got them paying $100 a piece
You know Summer Madness 3, y’all know why we ain’t do it?
He wanted a big Pay Per View percentage off it
He wanted everybody to put a portion into the Porsche and it’s porcelain
He wanted 40k and a percentage before they recouped the cost of it
Damn Reverend, you damn near wanted all of it
Another nigga that get his bread and wine
But couldn’t clear his ties with the 10% Smack was offerin
Let’s take em to church, let’s take em to church
I need y’all to open y’all phones to Loaded Lux vers’ Mook
Duration 7:28, Verse 2
And I quote, Reverend said he’s all about his Benjamins
Well would them synonyms
Get you in the synagogue before you sin again?
Reverend you ain’t LOM
I mean I could picture doin an infomercial speaking wild soft like
“You wanna get yo demons right off?
I got something that was made from the robe of the Messiah
You see this brown cloth? At the bottom of the screen
You could talk to Jesus now, call
And sign your check to Reverend Lux and Peter Popoff”
And it be some dumb niggas that buy it
Fooled by them biblical words you know, but you know the role
When it come to them Dead Presidents
The preacher man be the first to go
Alright, let me get up out this church
Don’t look at me sideways
Even an USHER get knocked out if he choose to getting in MY WAY
Lord forgive me…let us pray
We’re gathered here today cuz UW got Lux greedy ass that 40k
On earth as it is heaven, thou wanna see him slain
It was written, I’m the chosen one that’s why Hollow be thy name
Pastor please, greedy ass pastor please
I mean you did everything after me, 106 after me
Dash Living after me, URL after me, now this nigga after me
I believe Lux would clap for the bucks cuz he ass to me
Now they asking me does he have to be a axe to me
To axe thru me to actually be a half of me
Wordplay like that beautiful, wait let me get back
I’m schooling you, tutor you, shit you out, manure you
Can you, tuna you, underwater, scuba you, around water, Bermuda view
You couldn’t beat me if there was two of you
Wait, I’ll beat you and you, you and you, you and you
Let’s talk factually, facts, FACTS!
Kid Capri said you was greedy and wouldn’t give em cash
Oh no, Sub-Zero said you was greedy and wouldn’t give em cash
FACTS! You held Conceited footage and made him reuse them rhymes
FACTS! Where’s that $1,000 you owe Tech 9?
I mean what happened to Lionz Den?
They known for holding footage and cut throating
Lying to battlers, “it’ll be on HBO” what he just told him
This for every footage held and every buck stolen
I’ll give em a round and if you lying then/Lion Den
You’ll never get uploaded/up Loaded
Last year we seen 3 legends choke, it was pitiful
First Canibus then Lux, we like “shit is lookin miserable”
I know I said 3 legends choked and only mentioned 2
Cuz the 3rd one is what Ray Swag did to Mook
Harlem nigga tell Mook move, he a corn (KORN)
MOTLEY how my Crew/CRUE move
With the HEAVY METAL to Lux, air a Smith at you too
Wait, Heavy Metal Deluxe, Aerosmith, U2
This is the coldest fact yet, nigga you don’t have custody of your son
Cuz you don’t file taxes
So in court when they ask “occupation” you had to put none
I’m pretty sure ya baby mama on Welfare, you got one
This is ’09 – ’08 around the time you was a bum
So you’d rather pan handle CD’s on the street then 9 to 5?
Were you too good to fly thru the friendly skies?
Oh I know why, cuz niggas from the job would be like
“That’s Loaded Lux from Smack
I thought he was flossing on the grind, he’s working here?
That nigga must be starving for a dime”
But if you was a real man for your lil man
You’d put that talking to the side But I guess your son ain’t more important than your pride nigga
You should have got that work nigga
Now his son is inhaling second hand smoke
While playing with his Tonka truck with the cartoons on high
Cuz he don’t want to hear his moms get fucked
You should have got that work then nigga
How you know Calicoes pops ain’t try to fly through them friendly skies And got denied every time?
So now he’s supposed to be like you waiting weeks
For 40k from a league? Nah
Blackface linked up with BMF and made 40k on the street nigga
Whether right or wrong who are you to judge that man’s fate?
What? You felt his vibe? You looked him in the eyes?
You felt his hand shake?
What you thought he got life and they locked him up in a bad cave?
He’s a lost nigga? Well I found him now say it to Black’s face nigga
Can you relate? Nigga can you relate?
Have you ever sat in that cell with them hunger pains?
Cause you got transferred to another jail
And it took a couple days till your money came?
You ever seen a blade open a face, sitting in court not knowing your fate?
You got a letter that your man got killed and you can’t go to the wake?
I ain’t think so
So think about that before you judge a life that you never lived
Cuz it’s easy to develop a large picture
When you focused on the negatives
I’m at his true love’s school, I’m looking for his baybay
Even his biggest dickriders say, “put that chopper down”
I may Day/mayday
But everybody in that school still get SCREWED
Once I CHOP CHOP with that AK
Cause over DRAMA it don’t matter WHO(O) KID(D) that K(AY) SLAY
You had enough? Cuz that chopper will clean him out, “BOOM!”
Leave him standing where he stay I could have got the 4-9 and spray
But I’m fantastic/Fantastik with the K
I said my nigga you aint got a street bone in your body
But when it comes to streets, Head I.C.E. they fuck with him
Cause when you was passing out bibles? He was out there bubbling
When you was spreading the word? He was out there hustling
That’s why the streets say that nigga ice he hot/icy hot
I know it burns when I rub it in
I said quit with all that Ghandi stuff
Telling us you headed for self-destruction will only get your posse cut
Click over, everybody get bodied yep
This nigga get a 9, this nigga a couple times
I’m telling you your clique/click over, you aint hear me on the other line?
I said Loaded Lux you ain’t got enough cuz I come around Loaded
For the diesel I’m in your pad touching your keys in one click
We’ll have you downloaded/down Loaded
I said Loaded Lux
And when he was homeless his baby mom fault
She left him with 50 bucks in Harlem had Lux homeless
And other TIMES he’s in the X with [10] just roaming (Roman)
(Roman Numeral for 10 is X, X is also symbol for TIMES)
They said is he broke, fuck broke he aint got a buck he broken
They said, “I’ll be damned, I thought Lux was loaded”
I said I seen him outside freezing stuck and froze
It’s ironic cuz I’m the one that’s fuckin cold
But this is… stuff he knows/stuffy nose

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