Round 1
Yung Ill
Ayo
Before my last battle I had 8 months off
So I may have looked a little off to tell the truth, nigga
But Shine, you be off in all your battles, what’s your excuse nigga?
I mean really, let’s have a man-to-woman
Look me in my eyes
Toronto, Canada in January
They barely wanna book you in the States
We battlin’ in Brooklyn, but I’m thinkin’ Spike Lee in Crooklyn
I can smell this bag, I’m back cookin’
Get a plate, this my land Lord
I didn’t need first and last months rent to put him in his place
But the best back
They want a rope to put a King in check, this not a chess match
Call it a Knight if this Pawn act Queen
He’ll need a Bishop if I let this tech clap
I could talk about his priorities
But X that, I’m a contract killer
I’m just signing where the X at
Somebody yell body imma body them give him just that
Arms, head, shoulder, knees and toes, neck back and if I check scrap
You’ll find his neck snapped with him lying chest flat
And blood all over the rings, Celebrity Deathmatch
Let’s get this shit goin’ like X-Slats
Where Rex at?
Dot Mobb won’t have to pep talk him on this one before his next match
When Joe Lite was knockin’ you out
Nigga you ain’t give him that double fist reply like lets get it guy
Hit the car, pop the trunk, grab the pump let shots from the trigger fly
He swung for ya jaw, missed, hit ya eye
You dropped down hugged his calf and bit his thigh
Like what type of shit is that?
But that’s not all man
I found out from a generous fan that he works downtown Manhattan at a hot dog stand
If it ain’t true
When I first heard it I didn’t know how to take it
I’m like, you get your buns grabbed?
And you play with Weenie’s on a daily basis?
I specifically told Beasley
I ain’t bloggin’ for this battle
Cause why promo for it?
If I’m homophobic, then my patience for this faggot is wearnin’ thin
He gon’ play a game like David Blaine
But the fact
Is I got a counter-attack for every trick in that bag you carried in
Oh shucks they want classic
But no Lux they brought a casket
I’m baggin’ berry then
You all need a day with a loss or an imaginary win
As far as ends
You just a lame nigga ballin’, AAU
Came a long way from the days where Momma had to make do in Diaper Season
October them days we just fight through
Top brick and if it’s two of them we’ll slice them and make two
But I’m back on bullshit
Comparing flows to Derrick Rose
Enemies get injuries they can’t play
So SMACK when you bringin’ nigga, think premium liquor
[unclear]…like Grey Goose
snub .38 you
A right hook will knock every feature on his face loose
What I said to Rex apply to K too
Why not light up Mook yet
Why give a nigga on the bench credit when he as synthetic as K too
Your brother’s on ya turf? About as gangster as a Mother at a church
I do it till...[unclear]
Go Amen and lay hands on him like he lookin’ for a breakthrough
Fix my mic
From June to May through
I go double overtime, 6 quartz give him a buck 50
Or you Dr....[unclear]
With a blade I give a green light and my team might say fuck ‘em 30 30’s...[unclear]
Keep a clean knife
One hand a quitter nigga, I ain’t gotta swing twice
This hook will make him fade away
You know Carine, Mike
Ya’ll already know what I do to this nigga
That’s easy, who is this nigga?
K-Shine
Ayo SMACK hit me up like “Shine I got an ill idea”
I said “who the next nigga to die?”
He said “Ill I dare”
Nigga Ill only nice when Ill out there
But immediately I came up with a couple ill ideas
We’ll start with Illinois?
When them springs filled you gainin’ a cap or two
Like Illinois cause Springville actually the capital of Illinois
How these springs feel?
I’m coming for the capital
If Ill annoys me…[unclear]
Or I can illustrate like I put that nigga pictures in the papers that’s how I illustrate
Then the caption reads he was aimin’ for Verb but he gave ill a straight
Hollow got Hitman they try to see if Ill is straight
The caption will read nigga tried to eliminate
Wait wait wait
Eliminate, That’s twin beggars in both hands I can ill and ate
But they goin’ intercourse like ill and im eight
I walked in that nigga kitchen like I’m ill lemonade
Only 3 dishes there only...[unclear]
So I’m hoistin’ two fours, give ill and them eight
With two clips of that 12 I give Ill and them hate
My bitch tougher than you Ill
I say how you want him?
She said dead
I said well girl I left my gun at home
She said well take my instead
All she gotta tell me is bust one in his fuckin’ head
I be clappin’ my bitch ratchet, I call it chicken head
Fuck what you doin’ to Loe, nigga we ride for real
Out here you ain’t getting’ no Juice if you don’t ride with Steele
Pull on these cartoons, put on Sci-Fi still
See if you a Family Guy when no dog die for real
That’s two grips on squeeze nigga
These on pliers
These heats will knock the lent off your jeans nigga
These on drier
Nice balance, accuracy the other when a nigga like these on wire
So all this NBA jam thing, he’s on fire!
I seen ya rebuttal with Clips
You need to get back to your pen pal
And I rebuttal the clips I see myself goin’ back in the Pen pal
Give a brother the clip, cockin’ back in the pen pal
Wait for it
And hittem up long distance like I forget to get back in my pen pal
Round 2
Yung Ill
Ya’ll believe all of the lines K Shine told?
About his Uzi’s, Bazooka’s, 9’s, .45’s
All of the pie’s that Kesha sold
Well since ya’ll like to blow smoke, I came prepared with the Kesha roll
To close that gap in his mouth and do Keyshia Cole
Worldstar
I will Sharkeisha Kesha through my left hands swole
Rex gonna play The Best Man role
This ain’t even competition
I ain’t hit the archives and pull out my best damn flows or bilingual, Pitbull
I can kill him in English or Espanol
Example
Pobrecita y tu no me hombre
He act scared and frantic its llke I’m saying where in Spanish.
It’s goin’ be his dyin’ day
What I’m trying to say is I’ll bomb him for East Harlem to Bombay
Hoodie down the Travon way
Matched up sippin’ Andre
See my 3rd round against DNA
I pulled out floss, you know, classic shit
I damn near had the crowd dying K
[unclear]…third round against magnitude
You pulled out bulletins boards, creative but that copycat shit aint flyin K
How it feel to use my formula for your only clear win?
No lying K
But battlin’ you is like breaking a pen, is see a whole lot of iron K
But Mook and Rex your big Sisters
You just living in your older siblings shadow the Solange way
While I’m dropping jewels only dudes go above and beyond sane
But if this guy try me I lift the beaming NYPD gon’ flip the screen
So take me to court, I aint flee the state or skip the scene
Imma hire a Zimmermans lawyer, beat the case if shit get mean
I just show up suited and saying nothin’ like Mr. Bean
But I advice Shine to stay out of my way before I go out of my way to leave both of your eyeballs on ya tongue tell you watch to fix your mouth what to say
Break every pinky on his palm for cryin’ wolf like he blew my house away
Gregory Hines
Hallow’ll tap dance out this cave when I get the snappin’ like I’m tryna remember what I was about to say
Who put his name on the top spot?
I’m comin’ to take it down
3 battles booked since Clips SMACK, I ain’t comin’ to wave around
I’m back in that top spot swingin’ my weight around
When I get my best on, think toilet in a public restroom
I’ll shit on him as long as that paper down
K-Shine
He asked ya’ll do ya’ll believe anything I do
Ya’ll probably say yes some say no
But I ain’t need no help with ya’ll responses
Cause ya’ll believe a nigga bussin’ his gun with a coach belt
Now, I took 29 days, 23 hours, 53 minutes and 59 seconds to finally figure out what I wanted to do this nigga
I wasn’t gonna pull a midget out or professor Shine to this nigga
I wasn’t goin’ to have a heart-to-heart cause there ain’t not getting’ through to this nigga
I don’t know if it’s the Southern hospitality or the Loe in this nigga
Yall make everything that I do look cool to this nigga
[unclear]...in the club sip after sip all I could think about was shootin’ this nigga
I take his top off, Mr. Cooper this nigga
Clone him 25 times shoot through to this nigga
Pull him up on his side, flip his ride, Paul Walker ruin it nigga
[unclear]...viewin’ this nigga like he don’t even look like Ill
Who is this nigga he don’t even look like Ill, who is this nigga
When a nigga take subliminal shots, I can’t accept that
My homies say if a nigga talk crazy you supposed to check that
I had the best battle of the year, even with that boy
And they respect that
But when a nigga say the same shit over and over, do ya’ll respect that?
Well Hollow, I need to remix it
I had the best battle of the year, even with that boy
And they respect that
But when a nigga say the same shit over and over, do ya’ll respect that?
He say the same shit over and over…[crowd noise]
He say the same shit over and over…[crowd noise]
He say the same shit over and over…[crowd noise]
What I gotta do nigga?...[unclear]
Shotty with a knife and the strap lock...[unclear]
Nigga all that plastic come in a box nigga…[unclear]
Kill Ill smack his Momma and then bag Dad
Round 3
Yung Ill
Say you wanna crucify me
You have little faith, what a foolish line
You need every miracle in the Old Testament, one Bible and two Qurans
Moses, John The Baptist, every popular Prophet you can find and I’ll still walk on water to come after his Mark like Luke and John
Shine, desert, you sweeter than Peach Hollow Juice
Scope with one eye open, hit him from a mile or two
Bam Bam Bigelow, headbuttin’
Follow-through with two jabs that’ll leave him double-knotted like a toddler’s shoe
Summer Madness you was gettin’ yo ass grabbed, that’s too gay
Booty Bandit was on Facebook tryna Messenger dag fag
Will slice Shine in half now it’s 2 K
I’ll British map the private scene
All the paramedics will find is you K
But see, just the part where you get upset
Wanting to strike and interrupt me its cool
Act like you’re finna touch me, scratch or even budge me, this battle gonna end abruptly
I’m pullin’ out two choppers...[unclear]...for 50-80 secs a minute roughly
They been in the closest since DNA and Lil’ Rusty
But fuck patience, I’ve never waited
Upper-cut, devastated
Raise Hell till Heaven praise him
Leave him so levitated
New York your home nigga
I’m on your front porch with the weapon waitin’
Kneel down with both arms out like I’m mediating
Shine take you longer then...[unclear],...I’m leaving
Cause Rex gave me a schedule, I’ll be back this evening
I’m talkin’ 3:51, 9 to 4
I’m the Shine door tryna find Ward
G-code
He playin’ the G role till his forehead get a peephole through the peephole...[unclear]
I’m dunkin’, he…[unclear]
What’s a meow to a Lion’s roar?
9’s 4’s
Never been to College but I still got knowledge where I can help the kid
Like if I turn to these, I’ll send him the Alpha and Omega if I Kappa hanger or give the Que and he’ll get Delta sins
On a scale of 1 to 9, what’s his rating?
I give him the eight then
But I fought the devil for these bars so what’s mine? Imma say ten
Ya’ll already know what I will do to this nigga
My foot in his ass
They gon’ have to pull my shoe from this nigga
I told Rex I told Shine, thy gon’ have to get Mook for this nigga
Or have a three-on-one group for this nigga
Who is this nigga?
K-Shine
[unclear]…ways is just blasphemy
That’s why when I’m watchin’ you from the crowd, you can’t even get a clap from me
Cause you gassed everybody like your strategy
As buildin’ up bars with tragedy
But using those extra lines, wasting all that extra time
Just shows your mind ain’t got that much capacity
Like you stretch every single line Ill
Like you goin’ McDonald’s, wretch shit
Leave a next split, girls over here boys over there
Break everybody in sections
Drum drum drum everybody still…[unclear]
Just to find out if them niggas still servin’ breakfast
You stretch every single line Ill
Like he’ll pull up to the gas station, jump out the car…[unclear]
Then go to the nigga at the side, hit him with a Beretta
And all he ask is if he can $5 on…[unclear]
Like you stretch every single line Ill
Like a nigga be like, “wait for it…wait for it…wait for it”
I mean for a minute that shit was lookin’ typa hard
But then I looked back again and it just seemed kinda odd
Cause you pause for 10 seconds, do some gay shit and then yawn
And then pause for another 10 seconds, do some other gay shit and then nod
See to me that shit lookin’ kinda odd
But he’s short-changin’ ya’ll cause all those seconds he took could’ve been bars
You stretch every single line Ill
Don’t think I forgot about you using Heart
Cause you stopped for a minute stretched every line and then started using hard
He left his fans for a year and his family out to starve
You got a bad decision but I’ve got to question ya’ll
And that’s supposed to be yo nigga, and that’s supposed to be yo dawg
Why you lettin’ him throw all his lines away with bars?
Doin’ all these muthafuckin’ lines at a bar
You remind me of Kobe in ‘04
The nigga had his whole life lit, and almost threw everything away
Fuckin’…[unclear]
That bitch wasn’t with you shootin’ in the gym
Them niggas wasn’t with you creamin’ up yo stem
This is why when you…[unclear]
I get mad at you when you say them niggas friends
Cause you supposed to worry about Ill and stop worryin’ bout them nigga
[unclear]…zip them up nigga
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