T-Rex vs. Daylyt

Round 1

T-Rex

Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with

No matter how many costumes he put on

It ain’t gon equal up to this real shit

This remind me of Hov versus Beans or either Kiss versus X nigga

I mean this ass whooping is actually gonna help Daylyt

It’s only gon make him better for the next nigga

To show em my forearm/four arm I get ya vest shot

I’m a vet nigga, that forearm will show you that arm strong

I’ll leave you stretched nigga

It’s either a car in his counter or a couch next to that Cortez nigga

I walk around with hands in my bag, I Dead Prez niggas

Dot Mob, we fuck with you nigga

Out of all of these stupid antics we let you do what you wanna do nigga

But these stupid suits is making me think you too comfortable nigga

I’m Donald Sterling, you on my team

But I don’t fuck with none of you niggas!

I’m letting the rain go/Durango try to Dodge em, squash em

One button could lift em, I garage em

Blaow! Put that Heat to his Calf, I Lebron em

Ratchet kickin in an elevator, I Solange ‘em

Fuck is your problem? You kill me with that tough talk

I let a couple of these wave, you’ll get brushed off

I walk up behind him with that I got a gun walk

It seem like Joe been pushing ya buttons/budden til shit jumpoff

My niggas is on deck when it come to war

Leave that chicken MC laying in his nugget sauce

His crew Italian leather, that’s butter soft

That clip is like an old record cuz it’s gon work perfect once I dust it off

I’m different okc, I’m Durant, I don’t miss a shot

Pistol/glock, wanna get ya block? It’ll be missiles shot

Kid you not, rub me the wrong way, it’ll be clip and glock

We use em and bring em back, it’s like a gat car rental spot

Word to Paris I’ll give his heel ten/Hilton

Then shoot up ya building, we’ll see how you building

That fast, I just kill everything you was building

No credit or cash, all we says is bring his bill in

I’m hip to what you think I know

And I’m hip to everything you don’t think I know

I’ll give em the 32 like 8 times 4

I just killed my buddy I’ll teach you how to take Daylyt soul (De La Soul)

And I ain’t really wanna battle Lyt, we both on the team

So if I lose it don’t matter right, they say brothers fight

That’s the reason I’m here thrashing Lyt

I’m shady with that .45 I show you how to satellite/saddle Lyt

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

This my motherfuckin brother but… THIS NIGGA DEAD!

Daylyt

They done put me in a hell of a situation, shit hot

And yet I step foot on burning grounds

Cuz I gotta prove to y’all, the floor/flow fire

Bars, I got a grip, I’ll be the supplier/soul plier

Acknowledge it, I gotta spit, so the show could be so liver/saliva

The king I remain, I leave no remains of your sire

I gotta split money, change the game

With a chain of flames to ghost riders/writers

How are we even? When I’m the show slider

The level I’m at called permanently unemployed for these boys

It gets no higher/hire

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And as y’all can see this time spawn hasn’t forgot his cape

I’m just being modest

It’s a certain level of tolerance that I would just not tolerate

You one of them niggas that probably wanna give me a pound

But you gotta wait/weight

You fucked, but you don’t got a mate

Another nigga who probably wanna take me out but you don’t gotta date

How can I stop? I don’t got a brake

If you don’t wanna get planet/planted, give me a lot of space

It’s tense, I hope you got defense/the fence, cuz I obli-gate

Will I make it back home? I ain’t promised fate

I felt the problem soon as I got in state

Knowing that mother nature has cut the cow

So if I die over this beef, it’s my mistake / mama steak

But I’m here, the flow got him in

You who I’m a love next/necks, throat swallowing

The lost no tolerance for the win/wind I was on the trail to jack it/jacket

I’m attacking they coat/cult following

Hollering quill, but I move without looking, I let the bookin guide me

I’m Eli with the blurry sight, the same girl he nearly wifed

I look at Lux like when you gon get yo butt in (Joe Budden) the ring

To hear he (Tahiry) nice

But they don’t know what to think

So many punches they don’t know what to drink in this big picture

But I got the Kool aid man, oh yeah

I bust thru you all/wall with the big pitcher

Add that Sugar, he’ll/hill gang up on me

But they don’t realize I’m Hip-Hop from the start, Rappers Delight

And I shine, I’m align to that triangle in the sky, but it’s not an actual kite

I’m just hoping I get the win/wind

For my city, for my hood, for my son, for my promise

I look at the world and say “I Am Spawn! I got us!”

Round 2

T-Rex

Ayo this nigga is a weirdo, I spent my whole time in the crib

Thinking about what he’ll wear or what he might say

I hit my niggas like “yo, I got Daylyt”

They said “cool it should be a light day”

I have my niggas tap his heart twice, they’ll ‘like’ day

I’m Ice Cube shit I’ma get rich after I Fry day (Friday)

That shotty spark, break body parts, his name will be on a homi chart

I left him fucked like his body arched

Now he laying down on the ground getting his body chalked

Police don’t know where I’m at, I’m like Tommy...[unclear]

You run ya mouth loosely, I come with my Uzi

Than I’m hitting all the members like a Slaughterhouse groupie

Shit I was raised the player way

If a nigga get out of line, that’s when that 8 will spray

Dump a clip on his mug like I’m dumpin the Gatorade

Nigga violate, shit get ugly as Flava Flav

It’ll be Daily News, all night they gon make the page

It’ll be Christmas Eve all night I’ma wait on Day

If I miss em they’re coming back to get em like layaway

I was taught you had to analyze

Mom said, what that mean? I said master the truth and the lies

Hammer come with a strap with no dance when I say hammer time

I’m shooting everybody in one shot, I’m like the camera guy

I know his freak well, let me give y’all the details

We called her LL by the way she rock T bells

And she choked over the balls like Sprewell

She sent a ex/x ups it said it’s email

Mouth crazy and wicked with the head

Sometimes she’ll tease a nigga and just be kissing on the head

She deep throatin until I’m nuttin have me twitching up my legs

Crazy part, the whole time this nigga kids was in her bed

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

This my motherfuckin brother but this nigga dead!

Daylyt

Daylyt a.k.a. sun fire a.k.a. I am the hot round

Yeah I’m ticked off but you won’t get the clock sounds

Just because the event says Watch Loud

This time it’s a risk every second I see minutes hands turnin

But it’s not ours (hours)

As the clock towers I’m stressed

Knowing they wanna smoke one of the best and I’m sour

And I know if I be too/2 blunt I could probably come up missin

That’ll be a double joint they loss

Cuz the fingers I pointed at what G’s? Us! (Jesus)

And I hope they let me get my point across/a cross

Let’s have a conversation, you feel like you a foe? (UFO)

Well I’m not too fond of spaceships

Let’s put the metal down

I want all my beliebers to settle round, congregation

Look at all the shit I got stuck in, constipation

But you still gon see an animal in the stars, constellations

I was the first person, first person shooter, so here comes the Doom

When I draw, see them techs, Sean Paul/DMX ‘Here Comes The Boom’

I tell them niggas even with a hug I couldn’t hold back

You get left in the road flat, tragic storm, cold gat

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I ground the pal, clown get down

I got a nursery rhyme nine, I will go and bust round and round

You’ll get smoked with a box, that’s a loosie pack

Nigga I pop corns like movie snacks

They say birds run in packs, flamingos

Lift a arm, put a dot on a square, Bingo!

I will cave-man blocks, rock ya street, cock the heat

I drawers/draws more than boxer briefs

It’s scribble scrabble, all type of shit that I’m drawing

My arsenal like the chronicles of narnia I got all type of shit in my closet

Get ya shit lit on up, sprayed clown

Lit on up, laid down, James Brown couldn’t get on up

Round 3

T-Rex

It seems like niggas been coming at me on twitter, they been subtweeting

They don’t even @ me on Twitter

If you don’t @ me, then it ain’t @ me lil nigga

Fuck how tough you talk you can’t clap me thru Twitter

I mean what you gon do? Twitpic a shell?

Kill me in a tweet and do life in twitter jail?

I laugh at em to show that niggas ain’t thorough

It’s like I just won a prize the way I gave em the medal/metal

Now laying in the dirt, you’ll be better off

A gut shot will make the EMS cut his sweater off

Never off, hit the homicide cuz his head his off

It’s crazy how the vest on but his head is off

It’s gat season, pick up the mac, squeezing

His peoples is going with em, I ain’t into flat leaving

The doctor said they pumping his chest, he back breathing

Well good, when he leave the hospital I’m back squeezing

Shit pop off on my dogs, I’m right there

That 40 wake a nigga out his sleep like a nightmare

It’s ideal, they don’t get the idea

To play around with one of my niggas with me, I dare

In the fabricated, I’m talking facts, 44 take limbs off like a shark attack

Virgo, in love with my Taurus, she gorgeous

Loud as a man that’s 300 pounds and he snoring

See you not mature, I get greasy as amoral

I’m the one that answer the phone when the drama call

Stupid is how stupid does, stupid guys

They talk stupid bout Rex get shot stupid times

Hammer come and go, I got a stupid nine

And I got the money to run, I ain’t gon do the time

These niggas get too big for they bridges, til they staple em

The wounds was too big for some stitches

See I don’t play right, we’ll shoot up ya broad in broad daylight

A left right we’ll make his eye close/clothes off on stage, Daylyt

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

You my motherfuckin nigga, but this nigga dead!

Daylyt