K-Shine vs. Yung Ill

Who gets your vote? Harlem's K-Shine or St. Louis' Yung Ill

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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