Daylyt vs. Serius Jones

The fully transcribed lyrics to the "Ether" match.

Round 1

Daylyt

Serius, Serius, Serius, let me hand you a tip

You battling a Prince, the Purple Rain king you see the kid in his great fit

I scream “Free Quincy!” that’s the same sound when it’s plane round

The Cheerio taste with the main style from James Brown

Now that I’m on they good foot I give em a straight kick

Great spit, you could tell by my Caesar I’m finna go ape shit

The goon who demand for the band put two in symphony

You doomed mentally, I’m who you called out

For saying I’m drawn out, that’s why they toon/tune into me

I make the house sell, I’m who they adore/door man, knock killing

All that hot grillin, get hit with the four man/foreman

You in fear to be hurt?

Jerk if this appear to be work, then we can get along, sure man

But if we can’t? He come back to win, he Siamese lunch

Chinese crunch, chin smashers, not to chase

Get in my rocket space, we’ll send NASA

Death, skin grafter, body line, puppet, fuck it I’m the pin master

Every round that I come in contact with

Show y’all that it’s nothing on the Lens Crafter

I’m past the (pastor) faze, Church, half god, half man, I’m Hercules nigga

I scare the soul, Derrick Rose, I’m hurting these/knees niggas

Please nigga, ya last catch was bass fresh, you they sent to see/sea

But you the staff rep for bad breath, this shit was meant (mint) to be

But it’s cold breath for the old ref, he been official

Old ref, been official, nigga you’ll probably die in a year

For the simpleton fans, I’m the Michelin man, I body entire (tire) careers

Wait soldier, don’t panic it’s the planet takeover

The plate holder, I terraform the terror, the goblin killer

Y’all know I’m a problem nigga, I’m from the era

When Mook, Lux left the game with the dead smell

It was passin for a stink

I held up, played Zelda, I had everybody asking for the Link

Jones don’t be phony, homie you know me, we decode the cold truth

I seen the totem pole, I was right there on that golden road too

I’m the same pup from the yellow brick road, but you who I’ma total/Toto dog

I black, Liberia, the god fearin the guy who meet every criteria

And that’s why I’m the pro to call (protocol)

Now they giving me crazy hugs, baby love, put me on a cupid card

Went from being the square-pants of the rap list, now I’m Patrick

The whole world calling me a stupid star

But that’s on every magazine print nigga

We press the issue on niggas who scared of loc’in

We hope he go but he Pinocchio

Boy would/wood ride out but ya pedals (Gepetto) broken

You wanna be a winner that much? If they write he could be cold

Gun like the Matrix too/2 you're right it could Reload

Dick head done got into a warm mess, you like the pussy hole

Defeat/the feet will swing in ya circle, you like to Tootsie Roll

But I rep Watts, that’s the team then

You knew I was gon come/cum correct when you seen men (semen)

Lyt across, I’m a writing boss, that’s why they call me king pin/pen

This shit's a breeze, a ease then a sneeze when I met you (‘atchoo’) niggas

God bless you niggas, I gotta rap, at the bottom slack


But I just might address/dress you niggas

I flesh you niggas, I rest you niggas, the rest you niggas come and get me

Moral of the story, when I’m serious Serius, you not fuckin with me
Lyt…

Serius Jones

They said “you wanna battle on Ether vers’ Daylyt?”

I said “he gotta be just rap”

But as you can see soon as we get here, it’s like ya outfit

An obvious mismatch

I heard you was gon do some Inception thing

Ain’t that the beginning of something? Then that’s retarded

Cuz off the head this shit done already ended before it started

I heard Quill could see the definition to see if Quill was representing

But if it’s Quill as in penning something ill then that’s forgiving

But it’s not very gangster, in fact it’s not very clever as a nerd

Ask Mickey if this is Facts cuz I dissected the word

And Quill is a form in a thin tube and the main tailfeather of a bird

So that’s what you repping on ya neck? A thin tube or gay bird?

You mean to tell me a Crip from Watts

Writes his rhymes shaking a tailfeather? Say word

And you must be drinking ink to think Day writing is better

Oh I get it, you Quill cuz your bars they light as a feather

So the Queen Of The Ring wanna be the King Of The Dots

Until you get beamed out of this planet and since ya antics is all a scheme

Let’s make a scheme out of ya antics

I did the Math on you, try to sleep me on stage I’ll divide you in half

Till ya feet get splashed

Take them Spawn boots off you then ski on ya mask

Ya shine is a Thriller jacket, zip em up

If you the slave then I’m the master bruh

I’m on the Interstate in a Challenger with 3 Ks

Ready to put them white sheets on you so you could stay in character

See you not Batman Day, you not even Bruce Wayne you a liar

But I’ll tell you off the bat man, you so marked out

You should change ya last name to McGuire

See you gon die after the shit I say today to Day

It’s no more to combat (Mortal Kombat) when I put that gun in ya mouth

And say “don’t move” and you say “mk mk”

See you a booty shot, I couldn’t sell you light or tell you shake

And if I squeezed on you ya body would wind up so out of place

They could tell you fake

See if you wouldn’t tell not to be ya cell mate

I might could sell you weight

Now the Doctor’s gon have to wait til cells mate

To make the drugs they gotta help you take

I take this fool to a splash, turn ya bitch into a pool

Turn ya food into a bag, dripping through a tube

I get you blue like ya rag when you gripping on the tool

I’m flamed up like ya flag when you Bicken Back Bein Bool

You old Day, but that’s okay cuz I bought the Juice to Los Angeles
That mean I bring the Steel with me pitch ya Bishop (bitch up) over a Q

And they can even tell who old man Quill is

Old Man Quillis, Bishop, Juice, Steel, Los Angeles

I change ya ceiling but I don’t paint with ladders, these ladders they paint

You try to climb up in my window early morn’

Turn Spawn to a latter day Saint

You can’t pull a wool over a wolf’s eyes, I pull that wool up on em

My bars is so hard, niggas in the yard do pull-ups on em

Before y’all came on stage I hope y’all put some pull-ups on em

Cuz I’ma pull out on em soon as I pull up on em

See I’m the man that fucked Pam in San Fran and made the Bay-watch

Cave gun lines in ya face, you know how Tay Roc

Speaking of Roc, I don’t care how chiseled you are

Cuz pressure make diamonds but granted (granite)

You lost ya marbles, we diggin you

Show you how to get cooked on TV, no Emeril

Do this Amber Alert ass nigga biblical

Oh you don’t see where I’m going here yet?

I figured since he robbed the culture

So let’s give him the fate of ? and stone him to death

I’m the one, you got Morpheus, never can never (Nebuchadnezzar), that’s ya spaceship

Before you take the red pill hit em with a flying knee

Yo (Neo) look like he was doing the Matrix

And I wasn’t gon say shit bout this gay shit

But let me get this straight, quick

Okay, so you a gangsta and a nerd, you a faggot and you straight

Who wears a mask over the mask you already tatted on ya face

So you Batman and you’re Spawn, you’re Daylyt and you’re Quill

But you know what that means, if you’re all those you’re nobody for real

I treat this like a drug deal, you might say why

Cuz my attitude is like the fiends, never cared if Day/they die

I remember when I was young nigga I tested some

I got shook, it had my brain fried

The point of the story is I ain’t get paranoid since I was Yay high

Ain’t no intervention can tame yo life

You like a coke head with a weak nose

You keep hitting the same line twice

You try to spoon me, I’ma pull the burner on this blue flame

You get tied up, shot, just for being a heroin vein (hero in vain)

I got that petico, ask Lush One, he knows

Address me and get violated if I’m P.O.’d

You thought I might slip and maybe lose a round, but no I reload

You about to get 84 grammed, nigga that’s 3 O’s

You go!

Round 2

Daylyt

In the Math battle, you looked like me, yeah you stay fly

What you bout 6’3”? 6’4”? 6’4”?

Well after the Math punch you was ‘yay’ hi

Skill is something I could loan (cologne) you, but it might cost nigga

Patience, they say it’s hard to give cadence to the fragrance of a lost nigga

But I could tell by ya voice you smell like Detroit

That explains why his last round was decent (D scent)

I mean the man still don’t understand what I’m saying when I say

I’m concrete crippin, but nigga you gon find out what the C meant (cement)

Let’s put this stone

You ready to rock? Sure let’s get nastier than when they watch Borat

Based on what my mind crafted it’s gon put everybody in box format

I’m God, it’s true I got em los

Punch his eye, land (island) I’m too Bahamas los

Double bars I’m too Guantanamo

Piranha flow, snapping, rapping for the long drop, the crew Geronimo

You not for the drama, even my mama know, you too comical

It’s crucial, ya crew should vaminos, they gotta know

It’s only one I (eye) bitch, in this future I’ma show (Futurama Show)

In the future I’ma show nobody better

We don’t do gambling with females

The outer stop but the middle will/wheel continue

They like goddamn she on a Sprewell/spree well

That’s just the Watts route

Nigga I seen pop shoot up from the top couch

Since a kid I sense zones, it’s the Flinstones

Nigga I grew up in a rock house

Where every second it could happen nigga, K up beside the bed

Draw the chrome

I lay up with arms behind my head, I’m Karl Malone

But I said any second it could happen nigga

Pops told me never hesitate to slap a nigga

With the heater boy, it’s Vegeta boy, I’ll nap a (Nappa) nigga

Before I befriend you

I mean ya whole team look a lil sweet, they kinda Ginyu

I’ll amend you, all you can (shoryuken) be flames you tried the Ken move

Dollar menu, let’s keep it a buck

If the levees break for these geeks, it’s bad luck

We set it straight, I’m Kevin Gates, I’m just eating his ass up

Say hello to Daylyt, AKA Mr. Spazz Life

If we clash, it’s Steve Nash, I show you that I’m past/pass nice

But I often wait, off the gate, you’ll find out what I’m fence to do

I chrome round money, I hope that make sense/cents to you

No? Okay, they give Jones the start, it’s all play dough

Volcano, ya tip hold the spark

They call Day tho, it’s a Tornado, I come to rip homes apart

Shit, Jones a mark

They don’t know if ya bitch nigga, bitch bitch nigga

The bitch just Madea

But just know ya ass would be grass in a split second, “Ch-ch-ch-chia!”

Take a close look at my brother, thuggin like a mafucker

Tat on his face too nigga, you know the signs

Even my granny will clap, for a murkin fee she murk with ease

Nigga my whole family clap, “Hercules! Hercules!”

If the legends had a list, nigga you’d come in super last

You like Serena Williams, over the net you super ass

One line will smoke em, I got in my hookah stash

You like a cape on a garbage can, this nigga super trash

Serius Jones

That’s cute he came with the fam, but see I’m a forefather

But after son I see why battle rap’s missin me cuz look what they givin me

A nigga reppin Crip with the most red flags in battle rap history

But see I don’t just take off, I take offers

It’s too late for Daylyt’s Savings when I make Day darker

See I’m a vampire that ain’t scared of sun

And it’s time somebody put dog on a leash and I’m the Day walker

They asked me “why would I take this battle?”

I said cuz technically this is the most challenging position to be in

And if you don’t get it then peep then cuz I’ma give y’all the reason

See I been hit up by demons

I done battled in the prisons to the cement

I even last time on stage I had bitches twerkin

Y’all see when they shit on the P

But I never been on stage with a nigga that might start

Twerking, shitting or peeing

I mean, who raised you my nigga?

Well if it was ya moms then

And it wasn’t them grape street crips and Watts’n

I don’t get it cuz I know some killers from Bompton

Some 60’s from Carson, and them Jordan Down niggas is hard man

And I know they might string yo ass up

But I didn’t know they start letting niggas in thongs in

I can’t believe that over the C’s they ain’t sock you in yo head

For making the set look like some homemade G thang

Slow it down, I said I can’t believe that overseas

You had a sock on ya dickhead and a homemade G string

And we know this grape is a fruit

But I don’t know how y’all let him walk through y’all hood

Cuz now we know when he say he butt naked with the shotgun

He probably talking bout Suge

I don’t see the Lyt of Day, I heard he was a L evader (elevator)

Well I eat the same Rice as Ray, so let’s see what they ravin’ bout

Cuz when we riding in the streets, some things you can’t just write away

So let’s play a conversation out

Let’s say you crip walking down grape street, and see the homies

They deep and like “Aye Day, come smoke some this cookie it’s real loud”

What you gon say? “Aye wassup cuz, I’m just showing my ass for the set

You know I’m trying to make Tookie be proud

You only making noise cuz you a loud ass nigga

You know that “I’m not coming around if that nigga’s around” ass nigga

Sir cuz (Circus) like he the ring master and jump off trampoline

But need tricks to make it through a fire round ass nigga

I think we all know what we call those, clown ass niggas!

This bitch nigga see a gangbang and say “let’s be in” (lesbian)

Drama I bust too, fuck the DOC we could go there now

But when the pigs out fox him it’s “Momma I love you, POP hold it down”

I don’t see the law, yeah I’m legally blind just like shorty

You get one of mines booked, we wrap ya paperwork around the shank

Stick you with ya side of the story

See I shit on stages, you don’t shit on stages

You just be reaching and straining, that’s ya gut

You got a fight going on inside you so I take CLIPS, hit ya SOUL through ya ABs

Calm that shit down and break that shit up

And if you still got some OG’s Aktive, they should be very scared

Cuz they macking with wavy Jerry hair, and one spray at ya OG’s top

Activator everywhere

It’s mack in the arena, it’s on mack in the arena

And I brought that mac in the arena

It’s old but it’s still playing yeah that Mac’s a ringer

When you get hit, he won’t know if he lost his keys

Got hit six times or doing the Macarena

My demeanors meaner, I’m Kujo, no Boris, y’all singers

I make you collapse on stage

You won’t wake up out ya coma til August, Alsina

I told you stay on ya toes, but you put on a leotard and a cape

Fuck is you a ballerina?

For awhile now I was tied down by the same ropes I once showed niggas

Almost buried by the same shovels I gave gold diggers

For fifth’ers blazing in glory quote Jones scriptures

I was smacking cats off camera before Smack could even grow whiskers

I put in work! You job ass niggas is ass

I come through like a backwards Moses

Cuz after I part this C/sea then I lift up the staff

I feel Dre

Cuz I would’ve still been on Death Row if I let my division subtract his ass

But instead of the camera

I put the beats on him on the low so I could get back to stash

That’s how I got Shady after Math

Whats worse than a nigga that gets personal with you and turn on a nigga

These fuckers in the culture got me on fire like Ferguson, nigga

And I don’t mean the pigs when they did it

But I take this job cuz this only time

I could kill a nigga in front of the world and get away with it

Round 3

Daylyt

That’s what’s wrong with these stupid out-of-state niggas

Come to Cali and be lost’n

You dumb ass nigga, ain’t no 60’s up in Carson!

As the bottom stare/stair, this is a step down to the king

We can actually see who the peasant, Jones

Don’t be mad cuz you got wrapped in a box, nigga

Just be happy to be in my presence (presents)

They said you was gifted when you battled Jin

All that mouth drilling and that’s what got ya feelings (fillings) up

But the difference is you Clifford

The world consider you a big dog, but technically you still a pup

But guess what big dog?

You done stumbled in a puddle of defeat/the feet

I peeped ya two paws wet

You better get ready for the Chevy cuz, I’m who the crew call vets

But it’s magnificent, this where you get left frozen pussy

Cold twat, you know me, my M.O., G (Emoji)

One small sign could say a whole lot

But you notice first round I ain’t get personal

Second round I ain’t get personal, third round we get personal

This where it get gory bro

In my Mook voice, everybody wanna know so here’s how the story go

Lush One called me, I was getting some head…

He said we got a battle for you & it might involve you getting some bread

I said “Who is he?” he said “Serius” I said “Serious? This nigga dead!”

First thing I did was push P. Diddy off of the bed

On some real nigga G shit I used to think you was a cold killa

And everything changed right after the “wooo!” nigga

You told me verbatimly, before the Math battle, you like to squabble

30 minutes into the Math battle ya chin got hit, you like to wobble

I seen this cat walk then I seen Math run way, you like a model

If it was me he would’ve got a shell over that beef, you like the taco

He would’ve got chipped for the cheese, you like the nacho

The best luck for another stretch truck, you like a Tahoe

I would’ve lined up a round for this nigga, you like a waffle

Then put that same round next to the chicken, you like the Roscoe’s

I would’ve left his face all out of place, you like Picasso

Then I let it burn in here/hair, you like a hot comb

Then I let it ring in the middle of ya face, you like 2Pac nose

Another serious nigga getting ripped in the middle of the club, you like Belasco's

But it’s a difference between Cali niggas and y’all niggas

When we get hit we rally niggas, John Sally niggas

Backshot, Ricky in the alley niggas

But the difference between us is these niggas walk up to a person and say

“If you need some help, I got ya”

A Cali nigga walk up to you like “aye homie you need some help?”

*Blocka! Blocka!*

But a raz on him, it’s time to spaz on him

Nigga I’m done with this nigga I’m bout to let the homie spaz on him

Vicious get him cuz…

Dre Vishiss:

[I took the sweet potato on the cannon and made can yams

Two burners, Jean and Claude, kicking out the Van, Damn

If I clap, turn victims into snacks when it boom boom and blam blam

Cuz all my bullets all they do is zoom zoom and wam wam nigga

If I clutch that heater it ain’t a buzzer beater

I should’ve been on Ether too so I’ma Ether you

Have you hiding from 2 5’s like niggas was playing peek-a-boo

Right here where these people be leaving you, I’ll be leaving you

I’m a motherfuckin monster with stripes, you’ll get ya Beetlejuice]

Beatz Gatlin:

[I don’t wanna hear no bars

About nobody from my la familia you familiar with

Daylyt is Daylyt, that’s that nigga

I’ll slap niggas and that’s facts, anybody could get familiar with]

Serius Jones

See y’all be knowing Jones, b

I accept a whole fee with my palms high like a coconut tree

Ironic a nigga reppin purple is now sour and wanna get higher

While trying to smoke the OG

But see my shots swisher, my speech finish like I’m Dutch

I could have ya entourage tubed up, but I roll ol skool

I’d rather hit the lick and rip off the paper after I empty ya guts

Good morning, scope in ya mouth, clear out a distance

That gun smoke aroma it’ll choke ya, air out the witness

I move forest, ya Inglewood could share my statistics

Ya OG while you was on ya side kicking booboos

I was on my grizzly; I put Smokey The Bear out of business

Y’all probably got some fire that been burned by you

Cuz I had a grow house in LA with some nerds I knew

He thought the Mob was Goodie he tried “peeking in the window”

Trying to see the herb I grew

I put the Eagle in Quill’s face just so I could give him a bird’s eye view

I played with toys since a boy, my Armstrong so I stretch more

I Chutes with Ladders, if the chips fall where they may then I connect four

I heard Bobby Johnson is like South Central

They make it whisper when they throw lead

So deuce deuce, pull out the stash

Take out the nose and let you meet Mr. Potato Head

You don’t want ya kid to be an orphan, do you?

Look at me king, I’m talking to you

Ya name’s Day right? Alright

You thinking ya son/sun will be most important to you

You know he gon Google ya legacy one day

The banana splits was sweet enough

But the doo doo brown syrup

That’s gon be the cherry on top for ya son day (Sundae)

See you know what, I get it, you don’t care about being wealthy

You got ya whole clique in here

You getting embarrassed lookin crazy and y’all taking selfies

I’m doing you greasy and I’ma rub it in cuz you flaky as goat skin

I get the itch, ankle strap, where I keep that cal of mine? Low shin (calamine lotion)

Bump me? And I grab what I wear on my pants leg

Show you I’m a Patriot when I start airing, her and Diz (Aaron Hernandez)

See you can’t beat me with Batman or Spawn’s powers

This god hour, ya soft coward bars sound like talking flowers on powder

Talk louder, walk louder, spark wilder

Your raps Al Qaida

Cuz ya fly is two/too plain/plane to blow up, lost towers

I rep the east but we respect the west where I’m from

They ask me do they got bars, I say “bar-none” Is there comp? Tons (Compton)

But if you ain’t from neighborhoods and you riding in the city

Stay in ya car, son (Carson)

My East Los Vatos don’t play

Ya bitch get gangbanged and sexed in the Chola way

Brought her to my homes, I said “Jones, no you don’t have to pay

Cuz see ma, she audele

See it's some freaks you can bank on

That leave you down by the riverside when they blast the nina

Even Ms. Howard said she’d be a freak until the Day but this is
past Adina/Pasedena

See I mack until I’m down on my last with 10 toes

In the Bay with a bag of pills, it’s look like a sac of mentos (Sacremento)

See I heard niggas from Watts was live wires

And they let them guns blow proudly

But he was talking about letting the pounds go on camera

But he was quiet in New York, I said maybe you’re from Humble County

See you play a lot of gun games but this ain’t Halo kid

Cuz I turn this to City Of God, let that metal ring over ya head

Send you to where ya lost angel is (Los Angeles)

My clip full these niggas been scared

It’s like a fat bitch with a waist trainer

So what it’s hanging out the bottom

I’m still gon squeeze everything in here

I’ll blow out Kevin’s heart (Hart) for the right price nigga

Aye Daylyt, you ever go ‘night night’ nigga?

Matter fact niggas sleep when you on, you ain’t Day, you night Lyt nigga

You don’t even like dark skin niggas, you homo, you like light niggas

Aight man you know what, fuck it I’m done son

Next time you better not cut me off or I’ma fuck you up Lush One

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