Daylyt vs. Head I.C.E.

Round 1

Daylyt

What time is it? Yall 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 the best battle of the year, ain't that right Lotta?

Green ticket 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

ABC me swipe my hand for the slaughter

In the book of Genesis chapter 1 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 looking buff, weight, try curls, choke, no

What's in between the feet, Toe Jam friend come try Earl

I said this is my world, although get to battle to Summer Madness…I mean summer sadness

That's why I was too hot

But somehow I still remain the most talked about nigga from the event

Show’s I'm a true top, nigga figured this is All Eyez on Me

They said I done reached my salary cap twice

Reverse that, they callin a nigga Tupac, but for you I

Brenda baby, trash kid, hoping for a classic

Nope all of these students got they flu shots

I’m too Watts, I can see through these cat scans

And it amaze me, Pacman, dot em if they play me

Who could say I'm right man, maybe I'm Batman

Cause I've got them niggas going crazy

I said it's them bananas to the mouth

You don't like that shit? You know what part, he watch Belly

Keep hatin’ and we gon beat this nigga retarded

Mind ya biz mark he not ready

Then we rock Chevys, I had to get the feel

Daylyt is a feather, no Daylyt is a feather, I got the Quill

We both got on our work pants, but it still shows who the style slacker

These types of niggas never get that W, O the W, why?

Cause you don’t have the WOW factor, in you

In 64 niggas copped my game plan, but imma school youngsters

Show em this my spot, I come to rock, I'm the dinosaur hunter

I said, 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 and I tie, when unity's not an option?

Keep cool Joe, what I mean is I'm the meanest

Kill dogs killas, we leave no nigga breathin’

I feel like Steven we gon cig all niggas

Yall might have to take that C ladder to the top, cause the B ladder full

You’re in a situation where you know I'm pissed

Throw a fist, you get jumped off the gate, no 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

I look at the whole house like I gotta try angles, in the end, home we natives

But I’m something you should fear nigga

Look how low men go for the bag, you gon realize imma clear killa

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

Who scared of  I.C.E.?

You knows I'm too big for this water, I’m a shell fish

That what happens when you put ice in front of broad daylight, melt it

I cant help it, I keep killin’ till I don’t leave a single species

I put rounds in the square like a single Reeses

You capisce nigga? It's hospitals, I don't got a lot a patients

You sayin’ you gon beat me in America, that's Obama nation

Let's have a conversation, I'm gon talk to you crazy

Walk with you baby, first step is to make sure the feet is lined up

According to the pad, you ass, no wonder why you behind us

Slow the punch down, I said

You been takin’ that Accord to ya pad, no wonder, that's a Honda

Slow it slow the punch down, I said

Yo 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 the 745

I know exactly what nigga picked you up

Cause when he gave you dap, he gave you 740 5’s

I know exactly what kinda car they picked you in, it was a beamer 745

I knew exactly how many guns to bring, we brought 7 .45s

Checked 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 gon’ have to wrap this shit up

From now on, my new slogan is

“If y'all don't got my $500, we're gon’ clap this shit up!”

Head I.C.E.

He really bangin’? He see things the way yall see the block

Where I'm from it don't look like some part of gang, Cedar Block

I throw so many punches at this nigga face, it's like I ain't see you block

I'm a wolf, it's mountains and full moons

Dark woods, I don’t see the block

Besides your breath,

Any thoughts of hot fire melting ice, then I’ll see the block

All water, if I ask for your two sense,

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 of shot blacks before the slaves split up

For a beige sister, some grey slippers and a fresh bag of grapes,

Nigga, wine's cooler

That tat don't make you tough, it just make you whines cooler

I could get 80 niggas in here for proof that, you whine cooler

Six pack, wine coolers, six strap whined cooler ok six 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 point

Shit will get deep at any part of yo body my knife will point

Called ma white bitch, licensed joint

Bring me that new handgun, you just got with the rifle joint

Bring me that new handgun you just bought

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 park

And when I finish with the shells, imma hit you with car parts

Jackhammers, motors in containers, rear tires

Shit may sound funny but it's still violent

My bitch in the driver's seat got you like a crossing guard

Real silent, normally I’m breathin’

Back to the car after the squeeze treatment

But I just broke Day while yall was in the sheets sleepin’

Fags in drags all fuckin’ day, I said fags and drags is all fuckin’ gay

Y'all praise a nigga that got ass naked, y'all pass 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 aint no Dot Mob nigga, I know real Dot Mob niggas

And most of them don't even like Dot Mob niggas

You gon fuck around and get killed by a nigga you don’t even know sown with you

So you fell asleep with Math huh? No wonder this shit aint adding up

So you like a nigga with 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 the safe which brought forth change for you to make cheddar scrap

I asked ya mans about you, they ain’t diss you

But they ain’t speak highly either

Now 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 if he livin’ off Dr. Dre

It’s the diggy diggy doc yall,

RBX put a 16 on my song and then uploaded it to 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 top 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 you half steppin’

Fuck kinda boots is those you wearin’ ya videos

I don't see no tags on em

Which further let's me know you ain't spendin’ no cash on em

Fuck is those  Army, Navy? No joke, Carson Daly

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 to 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 home I’m build from stories

You applying a fee I’m supplying the streets but peep

Cause our common goal is to get rid of this key

For cheddar you don't got

So keep speaking like you don behead us in your devilish flow twat

Overhead us with your devilish flow twat

And you gon see more Berettas than a Mexican dope spot

Bitch nigga with a bitch body

Who probably 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 blaock and let Bill move it

For real, useless, you don't even think for yourself

Ya man tell you what you gon do for day

Since he brung you to the head, your only use is the legs, right

He ya arm strength? Reason you pokin’ yo breast out

Pointing all those fingers like we don’t know what Day about

You ain't 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 your bitch ass, then in front of your bitch ass

You a plane with no flyer pilot, felt he brave well imma try it

And let them can wave

And wet him with the same forces as fire hydrant

For my alliance but, I probably aint tell you I like you Day

If I did, I was lyin’, if I didn't 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 kinda way when

Put us both in the play pen, say when and I'll land a right

Since Enfamil, I've been in for mils

You can have a fan, AC, blow dryer, wind for real

And you still would have this win for real

Fan, AC, Blow dryer, wind for real

I can't think of you losers in a winners mind

I guess that's more dollars and dreams for him to win still

You got a face they need a leash with, type to tag up yo gang name in here

Quill was in the building

Snitch my dick out your girl's butt ell her I got other hoes

When she comes 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 gon 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 I come back to the door 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 talking 50 Cent when ya pop

You see niggas hittin’ the gate if we sense Gunplay in the spot ICE

But I ain't have peace till this part's over, you got a heart doja

Won’t you tell em how your career is a waste of time and part sober

And you just reliving yo memories cause you a scarred soldier who realized his march over