T-Rex vs. Cortez

Round One

T-Rex

You ain't even hardcore

You don’t even go in the category of hardcore

I can have niggas puttin’ hands and feet encore

Once we start rappin’ and we clappin’, I got encore

That’s what happens when you put Attica against Job Core

Quit rappin’, get you a job Cor

I can get you a weak left or a strong right

And this battle is only the weak left, I done killed the strong right

I’m Tango, I won best in the show at every dog fight

My niggas run up in beer cans cause Coors Light

You ain't going to kill nothing to let nothin’ die

I ask niggas in my hood do they have respect for you , nah

Cause you work at the airport only you’ll let nothin’ ‘fly

I mean you might as well change your last name to Lopez

Cause when you find him its at least a

Bullet that was left in his eye however you want it

The black or the coon got him on his block, like where Cortez

Is it the earn got him, I'm like yeah

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Gonna get earn, clap, no coffin

They put earn in the uh and he earned that

Let him runI got a scope and a red dot

Let him think he really got away then let that lead pop

Now should I kill a game and show him a aim

And give him a headshotI'm aimin’ for his calves

I figure fourI make his legs lock, this nigga beat me, not at all

You can take this chain but you gon’ die when you got it on

And that, when you playin’ in the sky

Like Monsterball, I kill his whole entire team

You better armor all maybe a shot gunI gotta chart off

Gage in his shoulder blade his arm will look sword off

And it came with a knife in the front

I took the sword off, his head was laying right in the street

You saw it off my niggas ‘bout that action

Fuck that small talk

My killas who around without a leash like a dog park

Most of these niggas suckasI get them hold off

Find them laying in the junkyard, like a car part

Cortez

Grown men bras something you gotta deal with

Cause no matter how big these man boobs get racks

They ain't gon equal up to no real tits

Come on now you know me

Finally I got you and I’m packing shit that’s silver nigga

But I’m snappin’ off the block kickin’ shit

Like silver nigga hold on

You the type to rap for the bread to eat

Well that’s why you better roll T

But just know there’s 40 hours, so don’t owe T

Matter fact bar for bar I'm killin’ this shit

Honestly bar for bar I'm killin’ this shit

That’s how I feel T

I just open doors and let y’all live, that’s real T

Come on all this preachin’ stuff gon’ lead to preachin’ blood

Yo Math, How does remains in the blood in the tub

I go bleach the tub, matter fact, you come through

All this preachin’ stuff gon’ mean you a stand up nigga

And since you snitchin’ you gon’ need the crutch

Matter fact, my soldiers Rome in

I get to cease a cut, I get to squeeze and buck on this virgin

Nigga you ain't deep enough matter fact like I said

Fuck preachin’ stuff in this preacher blood

I staffed his remains, come through squeeze the blood

Matter fact hold on

[chokes]

Damn I fucked that up all the way I can't believe that shit

I ain't gon choke though, fuck that I need that shit

Honestly you look like your dad Rex

And the sad you mock him

Call your Winslow, get it, I seen his daddy coppin’