Murda Mook vs. Loaded Lux (Total Slaughter)

Round 1

Loaded Lux


Mook is you ready? Mook is you ready baby? Total Slaughter y’all ready?!


King of Harlem motherfuckers, I don’t entertain opinions


There’ll be no more victory saving victims


Wish him well judges and all the paid admission

That came to aid the missin’ 


I don’t lose to these lost niggas attempting

Only thing you gon’ take is attendance


You just an intermission, I’m on a mission, it makes a difference


It was written 2010

That “Watch me Work” video I gave you the premonition


But this what sippin’ get you or get to

Forgot you was scheduled for demolition


Addiction is no good for niggas when in the trenches


How you wake up an intervention laying in intensive?


Current position I’m beating you on the numbers


Math did it, now Eminem is, he in addition


He gave you a word problem you can’t solve


How your mind is (minus) going to multiply with


This ad/add out for your division, get the vision?


But this ain't the first time you gettin your head split in collisions


Damn homie … on them Smack DVDs you was the man homie


What the fuck happened to Mook? Y’all saw him in there with Iron

Your opponent was white and the punches was hardly striking


The other thing enticing

It felt like I was watching a last performance from Iron


Mike in the ring, or Mook, good to retire

Your story book-ending look better at the pilot


Flying higher in the sun-lit sky, I thought you warmed up nigga


This new you couldn’t beat a phonebook in a dryer


Yup, yup, I got a new haircut and I’m acting up


Ehhh but look at you though, now look at Lux

Yeah, and all my niggas look rich as fuck


I’m 2 Chainzzz, you could hold the antics, show theatrics

Danger I detect no trench coat with the badges


I had to protect my neck

Let the confused inspect the deck looking for gadgets

I’m jacked in, I’m jacked in nigga

I’m like a old soul fashioned from back when


I brought 80 babies for money making, Manhattan, what happened?


Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin

You thinking cat missed the whole hat trick


Disappeared youngin’ in his wonder years, money, bunny ears

Pull out on you, it’s fucking magic, like Coco, you never had it


This just might fuck a friendship up to put something up in the cabinets


Oh, we, we just rapping Lux, they want another classic


Bullshit nigga, they want another casket


I see you like to play games but you ain’t never seen it this graphic

I’m action, get down with a gravedigger


Our beef went as far back as when BET taped Tigger in that same picture


No niggas, took a whole coat off you, not a drop of paint thinner

Ain’t this a … not even a bitch should hang with ya

Why incomplete men compete? No order but wanna eat?


I rather rap like a preacher then act like a priest


What’s with the ass grabbing? You boys lost me, you missed a cheek (Mr. Cheeks)


Wasn’t Phara a Dot? Now it ain’t no chick in the flee


But you could leave it to a woman to know how these niggas sleep


Was your Westside man slipping you Dayquil?


Let me find out, he was one of them 20 niggas in the showers

Waiting to J males/Jae Millz


No credit office, you’ll take a deal though (dildo) to pay a bill


You admit it you did it for the money


You a prophet puppet, you got corrupted and ya stock deducting


You dry humped through your career, you know who not to fuck with


Y’all all drunken in public, the other niggas is duckin’


They all getting socked and snuffed in they run ins


How your functions function proper

Your props are more punches than Broadway Rocky numbers


I don’t knock you nuccas but god damn it

They think they thought lollipops was suckers


Don’t know why the fuck they stuck by ya


The Ruff Ryder in the lane with a truck tire


I drove all the way from Jersey with this Arsonal, I got out of K-Camp
It’s nothing to uppercut a bitch off

I bust drivers (bus drivers) nigga, right in they mouth, “you going to jail now!”


Or the dirt, delivery like a hearse


You gon get it the worse my nigga, but not the first


Mase ain’t the only Murda that ended up in a church


He a whore! What this nigga know about war?


That’s just some shit he had on yesterday or the day before


You’ll be another dead homie

Hey, the crip keeper said he blew/blue it 'cause he never read/red up on me


Tonight you niggas with rhymes learn


Wise words for any who got nerve


Don’t be another Murda Mook here on this live serve


I will ball upside yo head til your side-burns nigga


Whip ‘em all over the street like wide turns this where the tide turn sharp


I’m parked at the jaw stop back hard as an Aardvark, onslaught


Man to man this nigga’s a dog walk


On second thought, you the opposite actually, forgive me, you pussy


That’s Chinese fortune

Gon' be cookie everywhere when this cat meet/meat with me


My wrath dark, bad start thinking he mad smart


My shot right, I got a super marketing plan, his path marked (Pathmark)


Mook, you couldn’t shine my war boots


My son need food for his mind, I’m who he talk to


“They got me feeling like the man when I walk through”


We can’t just listen to any one of y’all get a floor too


But when we need a nigga to mop, we’ll call Mook


I will battle anyone on this call with the hand of Jesus


Tell that nigga don’t he ever throw rocks at the sun/son

He can’t reach it ... work nigga



Murda Mook


Against Calicoe we was loving it


But now though, I think I speak for me and a whole list of others

When I tell you we done got sick and tired of your mumbling


We in a situation perpetuated and delegated by the mothership

And all this other shit, Nigga, shut your lips

You think we fucking with that righteous bullshit?


When niggas' mothers was out here struggling?


And y’all let him diss niggas for hustling?


I tell you what the same day niggas like us’ll stop selling illegal substances


Will be the same day Magic Johnson can get on TV

And tell Donald Sterling to suck his dick


But now for these bars that I’m tuckin in, weight/wait, you be a bench


See Lux we dead animals but we eclipse the battle rap Peta-list


But cat, peep the twist, I hope you gave your son/sun kiss


'Cause I’m ‘bout to show you I’m done with, trying to come to grips

With bottling up all this two liter/leader shit


So the/soda fans wanted the old Murda

The durag lace sagged the cap, straight old Murda


Well y’all naked eyes gon have to bare witness to this old Murda?

Ay, mask on, glove, I ain’t leaving no trace


I’m ‘bout to bring y’all champ pain/champagne & it’s gon' be a cold case


May I propose a toast, “hey congrats” and clap


I put tubes in this dickhead like a catheter, I propel him to a massacre


Long chopper, this bitch hold thirty-two passengers


All this fake teaching you preaching, niggas done had enough


'Cause you a false prophet, money, you don’t be adding up


For example, he crafted up

He used to “battle on the roof and the loser had to jump”


That was cute but in real life

I had to battle for the stoop and the losers had the pump


See we slave for this white, boy, that cotton out here in the field Lux

You know how that feel Lux?


Baby mom’s is a nuisance and you up to your neck in bills Lux?


I know for a fact you know cats

Who sold crack and got trapped through the court system


I wonder if you tell some of your friends they lost niggas


But speaking of lost niggas and court systems, Lord forgive him


But his right hand man Sam, damn, that was a travesty


I heard the D.A. jogged his memory so fast he was losing calories


They had him sketching pictures of niggas like he was in an art gallery


Shit, I heard when [Sam sung] he indicted the whole [galaxy]


But don’t be mad at me, check it, I ain’t clockin’ his track record


I’m just baton waiting, I’m relaying what’s coming back to me


Actually, since this his show, I wanna borrow something from Eminem


Roll camera, me and this Lux theme was imminent


Cut scene if it is too obscene to vision


Not personal, all these productions is dividends


I just came to snatch the purse off a senior citizen


Not a senior citizen but a scene ya sit us in


See we Olympians, so like the high-jump

Putting your back on the floor is the goal


So when that heat point, back up 'cause my demeanor is cold


When that heat point back up, cause my demeanor is c…


Oh wait a god damn minute, the Heat Point, back up

Sounds like to me; Norris Cole


Ay, I bring him Oklahoma thunder, he talking, we tear his block up


Soon as he chant Durant, he gonna hear the semi “Baka”


Jack-son for his big face, ain’t talking twenty dollars


He getting cooked right in front of y’all, welcome to Benihana’s


I said now let me be chiro-practical


And take a crack back at Cal, I’m just asking “how?”


Wow, me & my pals laughed at Lux choke so loud it was hard to breathe


I felt like Moses 'cause that was me & my whole staff favorite part to see (part the sea)


Pardon me for being type hurt


When I did the site search you questioning my worth


If you wanna fight first then let’s get it


Knife work, get ripped like a tight shirt when you stretched in it


Pipe burst, nigga you light work like electricians


Take your hands off your hip nigga, listen


Ay, what happened to the Lionz Den?

Kid Capri said you still have to pay him, every week it was more delayin’


“You either pay me or I walk away,” that was his ultimatum


You told him “well walk away then” but Kid ain’t even fault to blame him


He knew since you was on the cam a lot/Camelot

You’d be dragging (dragon) your feet, so he knew that of course you’d slay him


Though you had the battles in bulk, like the Incredible Hulk

Y'all had the mean run


But it was Kid who gave you juice sweetie, you was Capri son


When he rapping why do you pile up your syllables?


And try to distort nigga’s mental views

Hype again and hyphen and hyphen and hyphen not


I’m not dissing you, it’s just a fact, when you rap like that it’s not visual


You take a phrase real simple and then you make it real difficult


It’s a difference between lyrical than just rhyming a bunch of words

Niggas really ain’t trying to listen to


And you think you tricked them dudes?

But niggas been knew what you was been getting to

So you fucking up my Christmas too 'cause the surprise is petty


Look at it like this: what good is having a gift rappin'

If the recipients know what’s inside already?


See, it was you who dissed us for selling drugs and toting glocks


It’s safe to say you David Blaine, you put yourself in a box


'Cause now if he try to rap hard saying “well they only bars”

It’s still against what he believe in


He’ll be depicted as a fraud, so what’s your card?...

Round 2

Loaded Lux


Mook, that verse was shaky

It’s looking like the fortune tellers accounts ain’t addin up where it count


How niggas tell you your career gon’ be on fire when one day

And leave out the part where you standing in front of the dragon mouth?


I’ll drag you out them schemes and things you been acting out


Attack me how? Personally you’re lyrically traffic along the route


But this where your delivery start lookin' like carry out

Puff had you out to dinner after that bout

That shit had my BOY thinking he BAD


And that’s exactly what got me in DADDY’S house


I go straight to work on graveyard shifts


You on a reality show when in all reality

You nothing like what’s based in the script


Again, our last battle, right? Did you bring them two chicks?


That wouldn’t make you the shit


I mean you had 50 level raps, but a nigga facing the MAC, all make-up shit


What about a good amount of 60?

You the same dumbfounded look when doubting senseless


Navigation system rerouting, nigga, you turn your head on these verses


You gon’ get a hook around it, I got news/noose for ya

You can’t hang with a nigga this grounded


You brushed up to get your paint scuffed


I studied your make up just to see how you’d look like without it


Get surrounded, you been fraud


You couldn’t cut it with The Rock and post up in a gym/gem star


They always against y’all, I clinch draw


Right where your company face when shit end raw/wrong

Blood on the leaves, what you believe?

A nigga get a battle with Lux and forget to breathe


They gon’ honor his carnage, I promise, the cameras catching your karma


My maker the Father, God the creator and author

Made me nice joy, Mook


I could be painter or terminator, you’re turning white, boy

Watch John Ancrom get John Connor’d


I’m nicer than your mother mother with this grammar/grandma

Nigga, I beat you like big momma


That drama had you hip hopping, it’s nothing like the genre

They’ll be rushing you through trauma trying to cut through the pajamas


The doc trying to clog the blood clot, plug him like a Charger


Red squeezing tighter than the muffle shirt from Under Armor


“You can make it, Murda” I do that you gon’ be a fucking martyr


I don’t cut minor, you a vagina, bleeding

They trying to hold his jeans in with the big stitches and wrap niggas


I figure they’d love you in designer


You a liar in her with the truth treasurer, these embezzler

This the shit I don’t like, Chief


I told ya editor, Em for advancement you’re no Chris Hansen

Why would you put that girl in the house?

You’ll never catch a predator


I remember ya, you was young, you was hot

I remember that battle, my nigga, everything you were saying


And how it sound ten times hot 'cause you going against the greatest


But, Mook, I do know I’m the greatest, you believed in the hype


That’s why I waited ‘til your shot started fading

Then you compared you to Mike


Example: it’s no wonder you’ll never be like when you was younger


I got a Broadway to play on that

Neither you nor Mike

Was quite the Wizard trying to come back with this old number

“Lux what’s your take? Mook came to get paid in full”

And I got a bar for every bump on your face nigga

The taste on the show outtakes funny

The producers said you could’ve passed for the outbreak monkey

It’s Houdini, who could see me? The nigga brought rhymes for the champ

You up here lookin like Boondini, who could see me?!

Aye Mook I thought it was “easy” nigga, how 'bout now?

I don’t get paid to freestyle, that’s confusion

Where I’m from if you go off the top, that’s 'cause you losing

Or a lost nigga, I should leave Mook assuming

We could’ve took the battle on the roof, you right nigga

But you’d probably jump to conclusions

Ya steppin here losing

Are you backwards or upside down? I could pick neither one

If it’s both you blockheads from 1-1-6 gon need 9-1-1

Ya mind young/dumb, you doing it for the Vine

These niggas get clipped every second here doing it for the Vine

Rex and Shine skip to the Lou, where was Rayfur?

Huh? Where was Rayfur?

I said Rex and Shine skip to the Lou, where was Rayfur?

For this paper you standing around lookin

Shiiit, I wouldn’t wait for banana pudding

Nigga this that Charlie Clips grandmama cookin'

I take the bass, you take the bait, you a fish

This battle here should’ve been on the Food Channel

I brought a whole network here for this dish

Expert with the hit, I’ll give it to you anywhere

You out your hemisphere to think me and him is fair

I’m a beast Mook, real shit, I don’t care how they shuffle the card nigga

Taking out a Joker ain’t nothing to deal with

Where ya scales went? Where that Mook (?) had in Michigan?

Nigga you ain’t clocked in since ya watch went to Switzerland

You a waste of my motherfuckin time nigga

And ya cutting into ya mother’s fuckin time, nigga

Murda Mook

Some guy just said Lux was an umpire, I said well fuck you talking 'bout?

He said nigga that mean he called you out

Well immediately my hands shaked

I started spilling drinks, dropping the damn plates

Now I know what y’all think, y’all think “shit, Murda scared straight”

But fuck no, I’m a bus boy nigga, that mean I can’t wait

I put this legend on the map to help y’all understand his landscape

You damn straight, I put y’all bitches on Smack, I’m (?)

You went from low to medium, high even got Buddens on ya fanbase

Now you gotta die and it’s like getting tricked by a tranny Lux

It’s a man date/mandate

I can’t take smart remarks, I let you know that from start

You could die from the slightest murmur 'cause we hold that to heart

But let me show you, that Dessie blow it turn ya chest all Reggie Noble

Vests on you, let it hold you, let it go, I bet it fold you

Whoever told you my last 5 W’s won’t contend

Done fucked up the what, why and where

'Cause you ain’t leaving here with a win/when

How we playing? 'Cause I Ether-net

Each time I rhyme, online I’m Nas to fans

And if you scream you wanna block my stream well I’ll be damned

But damn, it almost escaped my sights

Word around Harlem he joined the nation of Radical Israelites

And you study under brother polite

And you supposed to promote the struggle, the fight

But something ain’t right, like ... in your raps

You be pumping all this black power shit

But then every other word is “nigga” comin out your lips

Now how is this? Common sense that’s preposterous

You are more hippo/hypo-critical than a dying Hippopotamus

So your logic is you gon side against everything you believe in

You on your knees sucking dick trying to follow niggas who’s leading

What you told Hollow was slick, but here’s the message I’m leaving

A nigga that’s crawling can’t never criticize a nigga that’s leaning

You fake-ass 5 Percenter, go find them niggas and ride the bench

'Cause right now I’m feelin' real cozy with the other 95 percent

If y’all ever had a conversation with this guy

He remind you of them fake enlightened niggas that be trying to vent like

“As a black brother we can’t follow the white man’s motto

No we cannot wallow in our sorrows

We must cut through it like Zorro

We must hold our heads high for we come from the essence of the Apollo

You look at him like, huh? He lean over like

“What I’m really trying to say is you got 5 dollars I could borrow?”

And I see joining that nations effected the way you write

'Cause as of lately a lot of ya bars is real light (Isrealite)

See we both got panthers, but the difference is mines ain’t bringing no glocks it’s heavy artillery wing chesters with the bolt locks

No props, I’m talking with this 40/40 scope ock

I could hit you through your project window from a boat dock

You see the fans, they know you as Loaded, but I know Pop

And Pop ain’t care about lost niggas, but now the irony is crazy

'Cause ever since you turned Loaded, you worried about everybody safety

Around eight days ago his story came back

He had some fire in the works

So for US to remain independent was my declaration

Let me school em, now you ain’t even an Associate

Don’t you see P and HD there’s more than a couple degrees of separation

And y’all don’t even notice it, so let me put it in black and white

So y’all can listen to my definition of segregation

If I’m in a brother-hood a dark alley’s what I’m placed in

I’m patient, I’m trying to skin heads

But if they got quick legs, I’m airing they shins (nations) no racists/races

It’s basic, keep that thing on tuck

He thought it was a coup/Ku when a nigga threw that K on Lux

And if ya Klan behind you well they all get white sheets then

This Dot the king/Doctor King so I gotta give you this piece/peace then

You buck, I buck back, ain’t it odd we even

I’ma trade so much, I’ma get charged for treason

See men I came to murder everything breathin'

Everybody got to leave

I leave a hole the size of a fucking bagel in Papi’s/Poppy’s seed

Don’t let ya eyes deceive 'cause all of those sketchy looks

Gon get this Hawk stuck in ya head, it got a catchy hook

Aye Papi be very shook when you press him with the weapons

He be like “Hey Beloved, what’d I do?

Can we talk about this for a second?

Wait, let me get together, let me get it together

Alright, can I at least apologize for my discretions?"

Goddamn it somebody out here give me some direction

Why it seem like every time a nigga life is in jeopardy

They answer become a question?

Well since we playing that game Alex

Give me “not a man of his word” for 100,000

Wowzers, look I’m about to get some daily bonus bucks

This person ain’t verbally agree to the contract after they wrote it up

He does the Total Slaughter show, everything gets broken up

Come back crying, he needs more money or he gon hold it up

A backstabbin ... no need to finish that Alex, “who is Loaded Lux?”

Round 3

Loaded Lux

Mook I see leading up to this moment you been waiting

To strengthen your motivation

And that’s cool ... maybe 'cause your punk-ass congregation

Been faking in conversations, but, but they thinkin'

You see any food for thought you contem-plate,

I know they got stake/steak in

But tell your source/sauce I’m A1 graded, we cater

At the table you had a bet up in a setup

You know I’m go there I’ma get this cheese a-and I’m good

But you bout to get shredded

Trying to go through someone greater/grater nigga

He’ll get that later

But waiter, he don’t know the order of language is ancient

Nigga I’m like Michelangelo casing the ceiling of the Sistine Chapels

Battles are paintings, nigga you another hanging

In my art museum and I’m pulling this coordination

Naw, Mook lost in translation

How a nigga that nice can sound disrespectful when he’s explaining?

But the thing is, Mook I could care less how you take it

Nigga this is breaking news, but fuck it, face it

It’ll make you famous nigga I’m dangerous

This new Lux versus Mook is that gangsta flick that’s your favorite

You know the one Bus, with the ending the good guy never get away in

Y’all seen it before, I don’t know why ya homies was praying

Aww man this nigga Ricky running through the alley, Carlito for the train

Aye them niggas got hope for you, but they know you ain’t gon make it nigga

You know Mook I take it that

Stringing you along is what got moms kid on the ropes

Em gave you the world, then let Mars enter the scope

I’m god given, when Lux into art wisdom is woke

Bars filler with jokes, you hard liquor with dope

With the star-shipping approach

Nigga you not ready, I do what my arch nemesis won’t

Aye! For those of you partaking in votes that he’ll whoop me

I’m no kill joy, it’s all whoopee/Whoopi

That’s why y’all dread he’ll be talking with Ghosts nigga

It was close they boast Mook, shiieeet,

Ayo both of us writers, but you on Twitter

Notes I’ve written and wrote

Was condolences in a card sent to ya folks ... And I quote:

“We apologize for my guys mama they gon' give back his coat”

I know it’s summer time, but we ain’t ever seen John’s in the cold

You’ve been chose for a leadership role, that’s for show

But even in real life, you ain’t even in control

The Dot’s all over the place, how you guys in conjunction?

Rex just battled Daylyt

You bumpin' heads with niggas you bump ya gums with

These niggas up out circumference find someone to find (?) to something

Get this shit adjusted coach, the game on the line

A timeout would do you justice Mook

See you need a meet/meat to chop it up

Not about the battle but props coming with Lux

Real life issues y’all got a lot to discuss

I believe the chalkboard should read

Like Farnsworth Bentley in the same outfit as Puff

This is not a good look for us

Opening scene, you walk in drop the projector screen

As they go to project to correct everything they done seen

Mook this is the first real rap you put together without a scheme

COME ON! This shit supposed to be EASY!

We are men, not attention whores!

Aye man I don’t care, win lose or draw

Daylyt you should never be on stage in ya draws

DOG! This is not a good look for us

Rex you gotta stop rapping like ya arm pushing up on niggas

That’s like a real T-Rex with them arms doing pushups on niggas

Then Rex fires back “m-m-m-m-man l-l-l-look Mook”

In all things being fiction man

Solomon ain’t know what bigfoots dick smelled like

But in your personal E-cigarette commercial

The whole world saw you knew what bigfoots foot smelled like

This is not a good look for us, but it’s a good look for Lux

I’m punching through these verse but hooking you along

Mook you didn’t catch you missed it even with the repetition

All I’m really trying to do is show Mook how to make a song

Maybe then Ruff Ryders would’ve kept you as an artist

How you starving but they feeding you to the market?

The Best Buy what I got in store in this department

It ain’t the first time I seen a circle with a Dot in it, that’s a Target

Get departed, you fire hydrant

Try with that tenacity you was at Cassidy neck with

You was going at his career

We was like “Yeah Mook! Make him respect it!”

Then I’ll never forget this, I remember the day of that Yung Hot battle

You beating ya chest/chess but playing checkers

Cassidy pulled you to the side, the conversation was threatening

The next thing I know you two was doing a record

Message: how ya fake fight? You’re wrestling

Keeping it real or selling ya soul for what success is

I thought he was hooked, both of y’all was on it

But he connected on ya dumb ass

We thought to expect the unexpected

Mook I’m a legend and they loving that, you weak

Nigga I bring shovels to the shoving match, that’s deep

I don’t know y’all but hold up did Lux really choke on stage?

But we all saw Mook get choked on stage

You’s a coward, battle rap used to be ours

I done towered, it’s no ifs and buts, Angie Martinez nigga

It’s a difference from being HOT and having POWER

The Matrix will test yo patience for code crackin'

I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus

Don’t you ever throw rocks at the son/sun

You can’t reach it nigga…

Murda Mook

This my coat? And niggas robbed me? So if niggas robbed me ... stop lying

Y’all niggas stole it off the ground when I put it down to get it poppin'

But since y’all got it here, for the last 10 years

I been meaning to get some house keys out my pocket

Aye let me give em some real talk now

First you impersonate a preacher

Then a black panther slash part time Israelite

And now you come dressed up as LL Fool J tonight, right

See while he sent us on a goose chase trying to develop a large picture

The evidence is right here in our face, you really the lost nigga

See I figure when you configure these figures i.e. Huey P

It ain’t for entertainment it’s 'cause ya image tainted

And when you stare in the mirror you don’t like who you see

So you use these to hide what’s inside

See this guy diss guys by wearing a disguise

His gimmick is to mimic intended to misguide us

From what’s really the business, that ya image is just lies

So I’m saying I came to rain on ya plane I can’t let that shit fly

I don’t get it, how a nigga always pretending to be somebody else

Gon' have the nerve to tell another nigga he gotta be himself?

Y’all don’t remember, “Baby you a star! They love you the way you are!”

But that’s perplexing 'cause we don’t even know who the fuck you are

I wonder who ya son think you are, it most certainly not you

When y’all go to the hospital do you play John Q?

Are you the Doctor give the shot when ya son got the flu?

When you take him to school are you his bus driver too?

I mean what guy are you?

One minute you righteous, next minute he schizophrenic

He gon' render me lifeless

Sounds like you going through an identity crisis

How you throw shade on Daylyt 'bout using gimmicks

With all these gimmicks that you got?

I remember it wasn’t about the signs, the vines, the pickets and the props

It was bout ya lines, ya rhymes, and if the shit you spit was hot

All of this dressing up like different people

That ain’t for niggas from the block

The only time we in disguise is when we finna get the drop

If ya house made of glass you shouldn’t throw stones slime

He judging others but he living with faults the whole time

Well my house paid off, I don’t owe near no dime

Which means I don’t rent my floors nigga, I own mine

But let’s take your laundry and throw it on the clothesline

I heard ya baby mom just came home from doing a lil time

You wasn’t selling no CDs so yo ass had to play the pine

While Suge out there busting checks to put food on ya plate to dine

She didn’t just wear the pants for her, she wore the pants for two

Faggot, that mean she was more of a man than you

You run around filming battles with a camera crew

She in the bank trying to stay out of the camera view

Now I know why you address niggas as lying/LION when y’all meet

'Cause you the main nigga sending ya QUEEN to the JUNGLE

To bring back food for y’all to eat

Oh that don’t hurt your PRIDE KING?

You couldn’t send Suge no commercery or a scribe king?

You gotta be fucking kidding me

Well if Papi so accustomed to switching identities

I won’t be wrong when I turn John L. Lux into John F. Kennedy

You think you running thru John Wall you must know some sort Wizardry

My team foul, hit em 6 times, that’ll put us in a penalty

With Cal you made a movie, Hollow played a Part 2

It’s only right you deal with Murda now, I’m wrappin up the trilogy

Papi be talking fly, oh, Papi be talking reckless

Papi must be high, no, Papi must got a death wish

If Papi on the sunny side, Papi gon get his egg split

Stomach shot gon' let us know what Papi had for breakfast

Oh Lux you must be a Gemini 'cause you look at niggas with a friendly eye

But in the back of ya mind you wish he’d die

See this is why niggas can’t trust you

Because he make sneak diss records bout rappers he claim he look up to

But he never released it, he thought he kept it a secret

Look at his face, you see this? Jesus!

Why’s your expression foul?

I’m feeling like, you feeling like, what I just said was down

Low like yo like that was wild

But we ain’t gon hold this up 'cause aww nigga you know what’s up

We kept the file
Can I address the crowd? Exhibit A…

[Plays Loaded Lux's diss track for Busta Rhymes]

LOOK AT ME KING!

Look now I’m not mad at the fact that you dissed Busta and Meek

I’m mad at the fact that you wasn’t G and tried to keep it discreet

What you ain’t think it would leak?

You was on dust when you was taping it?

“Well Mook you wrong for putting up the song!”

Shit he was wrong for making it

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