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jc vs. craig lamar - rare breed entertainment lyrics

[round 1: craig lamar]
you wanna know what i find funny as sh-t, you autistic, barack obama-lookin’ son of a b-tch?
the fact that you be spittin’ like your weapon’ll smoke
well keep stretching your throat
or i’mma have my vatos stab your sh-t in, ’til they apple-pickin’, and it ain’t a mexican joke
but flex if you want
’cause if i don’t get sh-t poppin’ off the hook like my necklace broke
then think famous marilyn monroe pose, cause you gon’ get addressed with the blow
i’m supposed to believe j’s a rider?
b-tch, is you gon’ cut me, or cut a rug? make your mind up!
’cause, to me, you straight v-g-n-!
and even though i ain’t come for the bull, i came to make him comfortable
i sit him down with the fo’, then let the eight recline ya
my apes’ll find ya
tell yo’ b-tch to pipe down ‘fore i put them trays behind her
and leave your baby doll tagged from the toy, like “made in china”
berettas blazin’, for heaven sake, i will heaven’s gate him
inf’ beam on the top, i’ll shine the light in his face like an interrogation
so set a date, and i shoot him and his b-tch with no hesitation
i bet a stomach shot’ll numb your hoe: that’s tina turner during meditation!
but i hope you came out with steam, ’cause i came out to bleed
gun like a wallet chain, the way i let the metal hang out the jeans
n-gg-, two-by-fours, bet i can knock your brain out in speed
if i give you and your n-gg-s all a board like the train ’bout to leave!
b-tch, i pop a cal’ that’ll knock the smile off a midget oscar proud
so when the rocket blaow, you better step, son, like it’s not your child
chopper rounds will leave him wet when i dump tanks: i’ll drop a clown
as i reach for the fire, let it ring off the thigh like a pocket dial
this queer try with me? pure irony
f-ck apologies!
i mean, why would i patch things up, when i can give him more ar’s than a weird pirate speech?
get sheared violently, or i can find out where he nest at, appear silently
and a head shot will leave his thoughts expressed all over his pad: dear diary!
keep rambling, jerk and you’ll can the cannon a squirt
i ain’t come here to play, mate
i leave your chest pokin’ out like pamela’s shirt
oh, you’re strapped? boy, you must be the man in the he-rs-
’cause i got word from your city that the kid be missing tecs: that’s an amber alert
you was expecting a cool flush, but i’m f’in this dude up
cause i came to push the bar like i’m trying to exit a school bus
close-range, you better hit the deck if the tool bust
or i’mma have the revolver spinnin’ in your mouth like an electrical tooth brush
you too f-cked, with everything we’ll off and make ya
try me, and i’mma raise arms like an auction wager
chalk and slay ya, you better duck quick when we spark the blazer
or i’mma have that sweeper bangin’ at your roof like you got noisy apartment neighbors
i don’t give a f-ck! i go after this clown every second
go in to the church you get hitched in but my hounds disrespect
start a riot in that b-tch, wave the pound at the relevant
and use his daughter as my shield: i’m nino brown at the wedding
but where the weaponry? i air recklessly
white people rubbin’ their heads against balloons
you gon’ get the static here, especially
dare to mess with me, and get cooked quick: i prepared a recipe
so don’t be surprised if i make the animals from your jungle book, if i bare necessities
that nine’ll clap, i press a round like a vinyl scratch
get your spinal crack, the clip get a curve in it like a rhino’s back
silent strap, think old playstation game
’cause the sh-t i’m draggin’, baby, spit fire like spyro’s pack!
make you spiral back from a wide nose ratchet: kyla pratt
see, minus rap, you should stop with all this foolery
’cause that’s gon’ get a tip added to your bill like gratuity
this is your eulogy

[round 1: jc]
why are we here? (that was fire)
i was not
’cause i do not need validation, i am validated
so why now?
i did check the reviews on you, they not even interested in what you rhyme about
all this “i been on the block and i-!”
you didn’t learn nothing from them corners? i bet you will this time out!
see, ain’t nothing on them corners, but the coroner
oh, you forgot?
’cause, see, when you put “coroner” and forget the “o”, it’s “corner”, but that’s a whole ‘nother thought
this ain’t words with friends, my n-gg-, i don’t know you
but what i do know is you don’t handle your affairs well
dare tell? well, this might get ugly
your last battle was with born, right? like a fight for custody
and that wasn’t something you won, dummy!
cps saw i handled born and they tried to take my son from me
i’m sure they told you, running into me not just a b-mp in the road i got a galaxy flow: i’ll charge at a square until something explodes!
i know you’re known for chokin’, right? well, try it
soon as he do, pump to the stomach: we know the heimlich!
but now we gotta get quick arrangements, i put the bread out
to spray wherever than van go: it should be an expensive painting
b-tch, i’ll lift the four like a simpson wavin’
and light the whole room up like when b-tches bathin’
my lane is designed for those with a special flow, which can be used as weapons so
you should go back to spit that heat you tryna be next to blow
this not the spot, try not to papa doc your big moment
see, they can’t debate us when we wild, so the clips loaded
and i’m throwing more than just paper at the crowd
when i want something dead, y’all hear about that in the first round
yeah, ’cause we move quick
sh-t, they thew ah di in front of these bars: we been screamin’ “free boom” since!
free ah di tho’, zombie flow
“i believe a man is the strongest soldier for daring to die unarmed” then, baow!
he get the piece after the gandhi quote!
i’m a hypocrite
gave both ratchets a ring: i’m a bigamist
run, arm’ll open up the back of this dummy, i’m a ventriloquist
when they told you walkin’ in here was gon’ get you ripped, it wasn’t a fitness tip
i would go at his neck but…we know what that cause, right? and i’m tryna prevent this sh-t!
the scope on that rifle got accuracy, razor sharp
so much distance you couldn’t even tell where the laser starts
so play your part, it’s not a game
depending on how the cards flip, you can be the one getting dropped by the ratchet
see, i done had a change of heart!
it’s body bags at every battle, so make sure your homie found one
but do not jump in that b-tch yet, ’cause it’s only round 1

[round 2: craig lamar]
i say, n-gg-, i carry mean scorchers, flare it clean on you
you’ll get your family tree put in front of a steel round like lebanese quarters
hang him by his feet over a piranha tank, have you ever seen torture?
n-gg-, that mean we’ll get you served upside down like dairy queen orders
yeah i’m that mean
so you better run quick when we blast beams
or that’s michael jackson in a train station: a bad scene
you ask me, and have my n-gg-s find out where this f-g’ be
and put the big sig in his mouth for talking that mobster sh-t, yeah see
you still a fake, i’ll crack his head til the mil’ break
new guns, not even wolverine could regenerate
i’ll switch weapons, lift the eight bald heads; philip banks
a back shot ‘ll make him slide on his head across the floor, n-gg- this one’s for lil’ saint
but i’m very well cautious, i don’t air sh-ll often
cause i’m from 78th street and all my n-gg-s from clari-mel sparkin’
we come to your hood and shoot it up but if we don’t give every male coffins
then we back up in the spot like we parallel parking
a k!ller, i don’t even know what you on that category for
but i got a couple mac’s, but i prefer the category four
close up on this p-ssy, ain’t nothin’ to give this cat a gory four
when i pull something that will wet his all block up, like a category 4
but my bad, it’s jc, he run with plenty raw goons
they carry everything from ak’s and mini harpoons
well n-gg- i got a hawk and an eagle so if i let this semi spark boom
you’ll have birds swirling around your head like a dizzy cartoons
we can rumble, i’ll show you how berserk these fist get
f-ck a gun, you don’t even worth these twin tec’s
i strong arm him, n-gg- you’ll get hercules chin check
so if i let something cold soar across your lips it ain’t a herpes simplex
b-tch n-gg-, no mercy f-ck it, i’m tryin’ not to glance at his ribs
long clip look like a rack of lambs out the fridge
gun b-tt him, have my n-gg-s staying where he is
and get the steppin’ like martin kicking out his friends out the crib
big mouth, let me show you what that sh-t ’bout
got a gun in the holster and you don’t wanna it dismount
you ready for war machete hit cores so if i flip out
i’ma take half off on a vet, that’s a military discount
but the difference between you and me my n-gg-, is i’m wild professor with words
you just sound aggressive, disturbed with mild projection
but you ain’t never been around essence of herbs
and i’m wild collective; observe
well rounded with a well round that will put the sound compressor to herbs
but if i let the rockets go, y’all gon’ see his flock explode like i was feeding alka-seltzer to birds
but if you think that you mean, f-ck is up?
i’m too clean, knuckle up
see, my mood swings will have every n-gg- in your crew lean; buckled up
i studied my combat through mortal kombat so as soon as i see you swing
f-ck is up? ’cause after this two piece
i’m comin’ back with a “whoopsie” uppercut
ya mom’s a nasty b-tch, i had to beat the skeezer
dirty hoe, she can suck the marinara out of a piece’a pizza
but she’s into the whole r.kelly thing whenever i beat the skeezer
i aim at her weave then take a whiz on the tracks: that’s a khalifa feature
you done hardly hurt me, but i peeped your d-ck riders and it’s a lot of jerkin’
well, i got a new nina, and the b-tch bow heads, but it’s not a curtsy
got my n-gg-s on standby, so if anybody in your party hurt me
i’m screaming, “shoot the j!” like prince vs charlie murphy

[round 2: jc]
welcome to the worst case scenario n-gg-
this is beyond politics on some honest sh-t
i don’t even see you making it out of this
i mean i catch you on the block, extendos will do all them n-gg-s dirty
stephen curry…it could get ugly, but you gon’ need under armor for the 30!
when it’s war b-tch, it’s time to bleed
his sh-t’ll twist like i’m grinding weed
stop tryin’ to convince them when you rhyming please
what the f-ck matters, is what i believe
and right now i don’t believe half of the first half of your rap
this like wwe to y’all, you figure you can ask for a match
and when you not winning and can’t get a leg up, somebody pull this savage attack
it don’t work like that
you see the arms raising, it ain’t the ref’ with the winner after the match
the way i use the pen, the the rest’ll just end up with they backs to the mat
n-gg- i ride lit, cut ties quick
cause the n-gg-s you side with will off his head for the bill: see, that’s clinton with his side b-tch
clap birds like denzel coming: training day?
n-gg-s try to sn-tch my sh-t
but will never be as clever as the mind that put it together, that’s my sh-t
all this i wasn’t supposed to battle due to saturation and blah blah. i’m still here
just give me a pen; facts
i spit crack faster than snoop in that wheelchair
since you still here, i don’t believe in his clip stuff
how you squeeze and let clips bust?
i’m waiting, i got scary patience
gary payton: the first n-gg- sneak’ll get zipped up
this glove sh-t, shotgun pump sh-t
the first visit his son drop, this is where luck stop
he’ll have nightmare about the ratchet like martin, soon as he go to sleep he kissin’ them buck shots
i’m packing the tool! two of ’em if you happen to move
and these’ll be dancing: i mean, “shaqtin’ a fool!”
this is fake danger, i can handle this on my own
i don’t even take favors
i catch you and the n-gg- you sparring with
it’s a wrap when i squeeze what’s off the hip: i even waste trainers
everybody got the same story, it’s a emo special
how they back to the hood to pick up a brick, sound like debo stretched you
see the beam that’s for distance, you don’t need to see a face when we throw metal
you better have something on that 40 like debo checked you
you see why i don’t debate with these n-gg-s, it’s not worth it
n-gg-s will still criticize the form if the shot perfect
it’s just different levels in what we do, ain’t no explaining how
you trained hard for this one, didn’t you? b-tch, i’m training now!
that muzzle, that’s so ain’t no sound chasing for 5-0
a shot to the lungs he’ll die slow
ain’t no way you can scream, blood trails just confuse forensics
but you took a l painting the scene, think about it
they can’t question us over hearsay
you took a l tryna play for this team facing the king
especially when all they had was the shots
cops gon’ look like kd chasing that ring

[round 3: craig lamar]
miguel stunt double don’t want trouble and i’m not frontin’
plain in this day i spray up your field like i’m crack dustin’
and i’m not frontin’
riffe in my hand like i’m fox huntin’
for acting juice, we’ll snap then shoot
for acting juice, we’ll…snap and shoot…like old people when they forgot something!
threes dumpin’, don’t make me have to leak somethin’
calf shot, but the bullets rose at his feet like prince akeem comin’
nah f-ck that, let’s try something new like a nail gun to your cheeks cousin
how ironic i give him a screwed face just for mean muggin’
unload the pistol broken gristle you don’t want the issue
combat knife through his shirt
even through the cotton he’ll bring back a roll of tissue
even my white boys on stand-by the crackers they are so official
all i have to do is give the word and they’ll be yankin’ your chain’ i’m not jokin’ with you
you n-gg-s all sweet, but i’ma let the lark’ speak
brraaa ta ta that sh-t sounds like jt showing off from the 5 heartbeats
my heart beats when i’m off the powder
big red how i toss the coward to hang him off the tower
like, “yeah lil’ n-gg- what’s my office hours?”
see both of our minds is gifted, well mine is different kinda meant it
condescending, the type that’ll slice your lil’ son’s hand off and hi five you with it
nine a pivot, grab that k shooting any ride you whip in
and turn that sedan to a bonny and clyde exhibit
quick question my n-gg-, are you f-ckin’ crazy?
do you really think the wardrobe you wear in your battles are f-ckin’ wavy?
big -ss hoodies, jeans and sh-t my n-gg-…
you ain’t got to dress like a k!ller
but how you gon’ convince the crowd that you buck the .80
when you come to every battle dressed like beaker the muppet baby, that’s f-ckin’ crazy
but it’s off with his head, reed tried to offer the bread
the sh-lls coming out of this bird ain’t ostriches eggs
we sparkin the led, buck shots how they all gonna spread
i let it ring around a star then call out his spirit, i’m tryna talk to the dead
but you probably think i’m making this up, n-gg- i’ll drag your face in the mud
there’ll be more wraps in this b-tch than an arabian pub
you come to my crib? i would have been done give you a slug
you woulda get x’d out soon as you got to the door like you ain’t old enough to drink in the club
i’m dolo mobbin’, stuck with the metal; robocopin’
f-ck your fans i won’t let the boos get to me, that was k-ci and jojo’s problem
that .44 rock ’em leavin everybody in that fo’ doors rockin’
he was the target but i’m adding more bodies to the shot, n-gg- we photoshopin’
n-gg- f-ck you and your mama, b-tch. slept on me and the llama
a parachute pants on this mc, i hammer time him
no f-ck it, tie his feet to a boat and dump him
so if the sheriff bother, the cops will find j low (j.lo) in a lake like anaconda

[round 3: jc]
i’ma be honest bro’ you say some sh-t, they just don’t really give a f-ck about what you sayin’ though
i mean if it wasn’t for the fact that you had so little fans, you would have a lot more fans bro
who am i kiddin’? it took me a battle to get where i’m at
and a n-gg- that struggles to complete wants to move my position? it don’t work like that
why even let this man finish? what y’all wanna show us how much this cat train?
well the point is to jump through a ring of fire, not land in it
well this is real hate
i snuck the arm around this b-tch, like my first real date
arm like morpheus but it ain’t red or blue when he chosin’ this pill fate
don’t front now, your background…real safe
which is fine but then give us lines about how you k!ll snakes
when i been in your turf, that sh-t literally turf… the feel (field) fake
this n-gg-? off the chain tho’, like django
see that’s why they believe in this man
see when you say sh-t about k!llin’ me in broad they don’t buy it, they just know it’s important for you to think that you can
what’s the point of breakin’ down firearms in your bars
when soon as you put it together and try to squeeze then it jam
that’s why they don’t f-ck with you, trust me
that’s not a scheme it’s a scam
they just wanna be on camera in front of all the lenses, even at the cost of livin’
and that’s exactly what the can did (candid) when we caught him sleepin’
them little bars you got, alright but to debate who’s better? bad subject
you actually told me “go look at my footage”, you not realize you chocked in half of it
that’s the problem, they can do all that talkin’ and it just don’t really work in that same spot
how we supposed to take you serious on your purpose to take spots?
see it’s cool, a perfectly placed shot his head ‘ll roll right off and land on his b-tch, then it’s her time for a permanent face swap
a lot a n-gg-s said this was an unfair fight
but i wouldn’t have took it if i care right
i mean i got bigger problems and it ain’t you, so when i bomb on him for plain view it ain’t an air strike
n-gg- i k!ll for less and you look built for less so act like you hip
your slogan is baby hair, b-tches the only one i know braggin’ about that type of sh-t
but i’m a different n-gg-, meant for survival
every footprint n-gg- followin’
80% of these shady n-gg-s been guilty of plagiarism since my arrival
well since this is validation, this is not lunch
what’s sad is my accuracy means you only get this shot once
you make up a lot of sh-t to scream that is not tough
we can literally find more substance in a dot punch
i snuck the ratchet in this b-tch early
the sh-t’ll do him dirty like he hit 30
all you f-gs can have it, then i stash the ratchet like miss pearly

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