Daylyt vs. Madchild

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Round 1

Madchild

Y'all get excited about these mainstream rappers jumpin on to the scene,

But they're just here for a check,

But this is Madchild I'm just here for respect,

So every time you see me on the stage

You're gonna see me at my best

A plan I won't deviate from I hope that alleviates some stress,

Now let's work

I'm a white rapper that's a night capper,

I don't like rappers that are like rappers that are like actors,

I don't like watching battles ruined because they're depending on the Lyt factor,

It's time to get on the right chapter you're living your whole life backwards,

You spit bars?

I'm a raptor attackin a viking that throws hachets from that back shit,

Ain't no match for a crazy blazing inferno you're just one match lit,

I'm a tyrant that spits visciousness, that's violent maliciously,

You just came across the border right now you've got an iron deficiency,

You young fuckboy rappers, all afraid to go against the grain

While I make $600-$700K a year by going against the grain

And I am on a steady climb,

A couple mil a year at least

Cuz I’m not afraid to tell the truth and I’m a fearless beast.

I guess that's just my problem,

I’m a goblin with a problem lyin’

With all them views you get,

I hope you’re bringing in the dollar signs.

Cuz you and all your friends promotin killing kids like Columbine.

I love life!

I guess that’s just a crazy concept, that's a problem of mine,

But that’s the thing. 

I’m still a hard rock, and it’s gobbling time.

No Gucci goggles but write lyrics that will boggle your mind.

I’m going pre-Fontaine, you’re just jogging in line.

He’s just a soldier,

I’m a bicentennial, five-star general that grew up my whole life with gangsters, murderers and criminals.

But I had to walk away from all that shit, now I keep it minimal,

And make music raw as fuck, still teaching kids, that’s being subliminal.

I am nothing to fear homie, yeah you like that part.

But I am something to fear homie, I am twice as smart.

For those of you that know my music, this is light (Lyt) vs. dark.

What do bloods call you? A crab?

Well I’m a great white shark,

I’ll put a fucking rope around you like I'm wrangling a herd.

I saw that video of you tough guy strangling a nerd.

If you’re a gangster, how’d you make it across the border you young dumpling?

For four fucking years, I was banned from your whole country.

I was gonna make fun of your stupid fucking face tat,

But then I realized I got stupid fucking face tats.

It’s true, I am crazy I got a terrible mind,

I’m stomping on a bunch of Grapes ’til I got a barrel of wine.

I loved hip hop since L.L. was rockin’ a Kangol

You loved hip hop since Jamie Foxx was acting in Django.

I’m actually Rambo.

My friends know Im a dependable G, and I’m still killin’ shit, "Expendables 3."

I’m meticulous and filled with unpredictable rage.

You a two face, John Travoltam Nicholas Cage

I’ll rip your face off, Canadian Adolf I got nine in the clip I'll pop 8 off,

Stab you in the neck and wipe the blade off.

I get paid, you got big homies, they get paid off.

Think my height’s little?

I’ll smack this black tarantula with a spatula, and still I’m a white widow.

Daylyt

Quiet down.

I said I know y'all tired, y'all tried to follow me.

I done gave y'all so many What The F moments, that’s why they all screamin’ I’m not a G

But my analogy is for me to prove my right in this presiding (Poseidon).

I got y’all all screamin’ you gotta see (sea).

If I’m the best, to buzz, well, I gotta be (bee).

I know I gave y'all antics versus Pat,

When I coulda proved to the world no body could write as hot as me

And if I made any one of my core fans mad, well this match is my apology.

I know most of the time, I still get overshadowed by my antics.

So most of my antics, I don’t need it.

But I’ll admit, I got an addiction which is called attention,

Which is a monster inside of me, starvin’.

All I ask is that you don’t feed it.

They say “Day, you could be strong as Thor bro, but your talent you low key (Loki) it.”

They want me to write ’till I make the wizards think,

Well think lizard drink, So be it (So-be).

I said I’m gettin’ tired of these retired men who say they come back with that bullshit.

Y'all feel he Jordan?

Well this is when I make him fade away,

With the same style child you don got put in the spot for the doctor to kill a kid.

I deal abortions, 

This is when I stop the show, with Mop & Glo.

See the flo’ shine with a dope line, like I’m into snortin’.

They say it’s a slumber in the town,

Clown watch me do my numbers with this round.

Now, that’s Wheel Of Fortune.

I told him, they write him my will of fortune.

This nigga’s scorchin’, but you done got caught slippin’ pimpin’,

The floor (flo) too wet.

This my go to prep. 

For the scene mean I make that body lean like they off tofu yet

I’m fittin’ to catch the dry body, but I know you sweat.

Don’t panic Ganik, I owe you yet.

Transcribe it, everything they read (red) over the head.

This shit is so brunette, 

I tried to bottle my anger.

Sittin’ in a hyperbolical time chamber, doin’ Goku reps of vocal preps.

No duet,

Just another session compression.

We plugged in the pro tools set.

The pro who produce, I hope you flex,

I’ll kill everyone in your family with no regrets.

Aint no damn higher writin’, vampire bitin’

You, who I’m gonna give a hole to next (hole 2 necks).

I'm finna show you ass, the fanny portion.

I’ll wig on this bitch nigga, granny corsets(?)

You the best in your pack y'all (Pacquiao),

See I'll rip geeks in too many (Manny) portions.

I’ll leave child broke, any (annie) courses.

Thought I was finished and out of nowhere,

I’m around your neck, I'm Randy Orton.

Versus Pat Stay, I had everybody like “look what this dumb clown did.”

Now I’m back snappin’, I (eye) be tighter than Dumbfoundead.

I said I tighten up for the tights when I’m writin’ stuff.

But they hypin’ up the wrong talent, I been slicing up the wrong parrots.

Check this skill nigga, I’m nicer than Charron parents.

Child we fitten to dirt you.

Fuck around and get planted, we fittin’ to earth you.

They demandin’ the scrap, put hands on child back, we fittin’ to burp you.

There’s no G in ya circle, he just a Urkel.

Your whole squad snitch, I’m seeing the virtue.

I ain't seen this many rats in one car since the Kia commercial.

2013 nigga. This cat’s so real.

Y'all know the fucking slogan,

To the bat mobile!

Round 2

Madchild

You’re a dead man walkin’, I’m a freak with perfection.

Cuz when I speak it’s execution by lethal injection.

Organik got me rushin’ (Russian), like a Soviet, but I'm top of it

Cuz I’m sharp as a sickle and harder than the hammer that fucking crosses it.

I slice like a bear claw and strike like a rattlesnake.

I’m the only battle rapper than can actually rap on battle breaks.

They know I had them crazy rhymes, cuz I have an amazing mind.

You always got a bunch of gangsters around you, in case it’s Daylyt savings time.

You’re a mark, let’s face it.

I walk alone and spit the harshest statements.

Daylyt don’t mean shit.

I’m underground I come from the darkest basement

There’s a thin line between genius and insanity.

We both walk in that straight tight rope, you straight right? Dope.

Well I’m Canada’s great white hope.

I’m a walking contradiction, clean little motherfucker cuz I’m nice as fuck!

But still a little mean motherfucker,

I’m about to expose this broad Daylyt in broad daylight and face my enemy.

You bring 40 watts burning when it's daylight, that’s just a waste of energy.

When the battle’s done, y'all fall in line and walk out like a centipede.

When I’m done, I put my backpack on and walk alone like there was 10 of me.

I saw that fight that popped with Math and Diz,

That proved that you’re a total coward.

But I appreciate your presence at the moment, I am solar powered.

I’m from Van City, never saw you before, it was total showers,

But now I’m in the states, I see you 9-1-1 exploding towers.

This crazy Canadian is now an American terrorist threat,

About to blow the fuck up and steal your light that makes you very upset.

You notice I ain't bring up antics, fucking ... ass or Diddy’s dick.

Or say MmmK MmmK, that’s all been done to death that's kiddie shit.

I’m bout to spazz out on this trash mouth, I’m throwing rocks at his glass house.

So tonight like every other fuckin night homie, ass out.

Daylyt must have forgot this battle is called Blackout.

You a black out, this cracker will smack the black outta ya.

It’s too late for you to back out.

You’re only dope cuz you grew up in a crack house.

Don’t bring that mac out, I still won’t back down to a MK.

You can empty a whole banana clip.

I’m an orangoutang about to go bananas on this panicking manic depressive.

I will man handle this mannequin.

You better work on your mechanics, any more antics and you’ll be vanishing.

Plus I aint trippin’ on your little purple hanky with bandana print,

My life was like all seven seasons of Sons of Anarchy.

But I won’t let you be a slave, I got you covered like a canopy.

But at the same time I can’t lose, I’m a slave to my own vanity.

Daylyt

I said first of all, you already ain't get what I just said.

I said you the first to Fall, you ready for a Seasoned nigga?

Well some'll (Summer) see all them (Autumn) will realize there's no way for you to be a winner (Winter),

Cuz today is the first of fall,

I’m going in early, that’s the curfew call.

Let’s see if you can heel up like a church shoe clog (?)

You’ll be injured when I Air Bud, I'ma hurt you dawg.

Y'all ready for the elbow? Let’s go.

My point is what? You missin’ child, damn this a merc 

Soon as Organic hit the kid, jack, I told him set off a Amber alert.

Cuz I told you, I would take Child, seriously.

This shit should be considered as crib snatching.

I mean the situation could get real foul.

Cuz if I steal child, it’s guaranteed to leave the kid napping.

You’ll get abducted without a sound.

Off joy that’s boss noise.

Y'all still don’t get it right?

Take child, kidnapping, Amber Alert, well it's apparent (a parent) you lost boy.

That’s cuz your style trash, wild gas.

Style spazz, they thought his pen was crazy, Brenda baby, child trash.

God damn.

You are battling the messy can (Mexican) monster, the Chupacabra

You should bother too much (presence) presents for child, I’m a true provider.

Loose the collar, show up to yo crib like 'y'all wanna see what I do to toddlers?'

I’ll beat the dog shit out of child, I’m an abusive father.

See this shit, this shit ain't fair.

It’s the leaf versus the Cali state bear.

They say you should watch child, I reply do you really think Day care (daycare)?

Baby sit, you a faggot mark, you would never let the 'matic spark.

Y'all shoot it’s John Q, child you just don’t have the heart to be a real nigga.

I mean child you in disguise, you soft as a Teletubby, son.

What y'all aint catch that?

I said I’ll put child in the sky, like the Teletubbies sun.

You better tell your buddies run.

Cuz in one of your songs you said you was in a drive by, with a wild glock,

Nigga you was in the backseat havin’ trouble with the child lock.

Plan A was my apology,

I told myself if that don’t work, I’ll be good.

I know for a fact that if Plan A don’t kill child, then Plan B would.

To the Batmobile!

Round 3

Madchild

I am Thor with the war hammer and a blackback's war banner.

You’re Spawn and Bruce Wayne?

I am David Banner with poor manners.

I am also three charcaters, Silver Surfer, I absorb planets.

Watched your battles, shit put me to sleep like I took 4 Xanax,

Dog you know how much fuckin pussy I gave up to watch all these battles?

It’s fucking retarded dude

Silver tongued devil spitting fire like I am Godzilla.

That’s five super heroes, from two really ill and odd villains.

I’m not chillin’ I’m killing, I’m shadowboxing with Satan, noobie

I work with Todd Mcfarlane, but saw Spawn, I fucking hate the movie.

I’m Evel Knievel, you got a feeble cerebral, with a divaish ego.

I’m Canadian right? So tonight, just leave it to beaver.

Oh ok, I won’t talk about you being a gay bastard doing battles with a slave master.

You will cave faster than 8 ratchets putting you in a grave casket.

I’ll send flowers and a grape basket, no one crying for you like Tupac.

Everybody already way past it.

The shit you make up, it is Maybelline.

Half my shit is make belief.

I’m a staple like the maple leaf, stitched on to the Toronto Maple Leafs.

You’re a grape I eat,

I’m a hawk, you’re the snake beneath.
 
I could break your teeth,

I feel like a masked man standing on the planet of the apes it seems.

It’s a fact, it’s not an act.

Our lives been filled with agonizing terror.

It's an error to call him faggot, but this faggot should not be antagonizing terror.

This dragon’s eyes are magnifying, clearer looking in the mirror.

My second trick, I'll make another battle rapper disappear.

My vision, it is crystal clear, let’s compare the inter-fiscal years.

I will physically tear your heart out of your chest, make it visible here.

Still pumping rapidly, blood dripping down my sweaty palms,

My machete’s long.

You always stretch like Armstrong.

To rock steady, to make songs, like your arm's strong, steady but you’re not ready.

I’m a lot better, I’m a hot spitter, you’re a prop getter.

I’m the top wizard, you’re a lot lizard.

Get it? Lot lizard? Sucking cock in every fucking truck that stop to make his knot bigger.

You aint hot ni— aww I can’t say that word.

I will rock ni— aww I can’t say that word.

You went from nothing, to a total fuckin retard.

But that got you on the playing field.

But I’m the sickest rapper in here and do not need any Day quill

Enough is enough, it’s time to move on and look for some new concepts.

I’m a constant reminder that monsters will find you 

And I am the new bomb threat.

How is it that I’m a Gulf Iraq war and Vietnam vet?

Meaning I’m a veteran of the new school, cuz lyrically I’m complex.

Superior, but I don't have a complex. It’s complex.

Demons fight and angels kid(?) they feel like inner conflicts.

And I’m not trying to be a dick and I’m not saying you’ve had your palms read,

But half your friends are gonna end up dead, or end up convicts.

Cuz half my friends are dead now, the other half are convicts.

Some of them are millionaires, just chillen on some calm shit.

But that’s a small percentage, that gon make it past the finish line.

But fuck it I’ll be Popeye, now it’s eat a can of spinach time.

East indian killers, Asian triad gangs, and 1 percenters

Trust me this is not a topic concept that you want to enter.

I grew up with organized crime, actual tactical assassins and mass murderers

You grew up with drive bys, crack dealers, and cat burglars

I grew up with body snatchers, home invasions, sociopaths and kidnapping.

When you talk about 'I’m reppin’ for my hood' that’s little kid rapping.

You fucking clown, if street battle rappers shot guns as much as these street battle rappers said, guess what?

By now there wouldn’t be a single fucking battle rapper left.

I said if y'all really killers, there wouldn’t be no battlers left.

So it’s hard for light to shine, when he's standing right beside the shadow of death.

I said plus guns are legal in America, think about it.

Moms have them in their purses, guns are legal in America,

So all of them bars are out of season.

Cuz when we got straps in Canada, we got them for a reason!

Daylyt

I say yo, this the round where I got em screaming that 'nigga’s bars is nuts'

Hey, this is my biggest payday, shit. 

Everything in front of me get plain (plane) crash, better call in they mayday biz.

Put this in reverse dog, you battling a god.

That’s why they pray, they say 'hey, you seen that new shit that Day Day did?'

I came to melee wigs. I’m bout to do child badder than Bébé Kids.
 
They wonder if homie gonna spit off,

I’ll pull up with lines like I’m slowly on a dip pole.

Soon as he step to the front he defeated (da feet) like homie on his tip toes.

I sidestep him, but I’m the Ginóbili of this shit oh.

Guaranteed to hit the shot, I'm Kobe on a pick roll.

I’ll snap on every round that hit the board, I'm a hungry hungry hippo.

I’ll leave this pussy wet if I find him in the G-spot,

I had a Dots following your tail, like they following a peacock.

I put hands on his mouth, we tried to give him beat box.

I'll put the pump to his tongue, we tryin' to give him Reeboks.

You still want the problems? Then I'ma give em street docs.

See these (CDs) pushed back,

I tried to give him Detox,

You got options, you could get the llama, or the heat glock.

Here is my handle, here is my spout, I’m a little teapot!

I said you better be afraid, cuz I got a hella crazy llama.

That bitch hit everybody in the room, like Skelly baby mama.

That Pat Stay battle, I told y'all I got a plan,

Now I’m on stage armed with more neat-o (needle) lines than Hollohan.

But it's the reason Bishop, that’s why they passing me checks.

Y'all made me battle another washed up ass rapper,

with that stiff ass Cassidy neck.

I bet $35.00 you can’t do this (puts chin over shoulder)

(Madchild tries to do it)

No no no no no no. Get your chin over your shoulder ... not happening.

Yea real nigga,

Y'all know I write.

If one of your mans get to trippin, I’m off the stage with my arsenal (Arsonal), like the Showwoutt fight.

2015, I told y'all I got this one.

You win some, and you lose some but you live to see another day

Well not this one!

Cover photo by Zach Macphoto.

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