Gemin1 vs. Shox The Rebel
[Round 1: Gemin1]
Blud you disgusted me
You lost to Sleepy Gee
And you're in front of me
But I heard you're gonna punch my head off
Knock yourself out
You see it's chess versus checkers this time
You got a champ
Verse the undefeated
Blud ain't nobody next in a line
But this ain't about that
They just wanna know who's the best in our time
'Cause we all know, I don't want your title
But the difference is you can't ever have mine
So let's get it over then
And start the roasting session
'Cause I hear the fans been waiting on this smoke longer than a Pope selection
There ain't no redemption
After this, you ain't coming back
You dissed man last year
And that's the reason you're in front of man
To get a date for this match, this bitch had to say something first like the Bumble app
See, that crown doesn't fool me
Your whole style kinda bores me
See, I ain't like the rest of these clowns: I won't be astounded by forced schemes
I'll break you, down to a small piece
On the, ground with your jaw weak
So I hope you're ready to lose to Mr. I Haven't Lost a Round Since 2014
But what did you say?
"It's 'cause my opponents let themselves down on the day when they're spitting"
Blud, anything to hate
Because Soul weren't his best verse you
And that could still go either way that's a given
Tony, pfft, beat you in gear one
Even though you claim that he didn't
So, the difference is when people don't bring their A-game for me
I beat 'em clearly and you have a debatable with 'em
So just know the difference
Your battle with Tony was judged
So I don't wanna hear you moan or bitching
You shoulda made sure you brought your pen with you if you didn't trust the voting system
This is all bodies, to not one body
Your bars apply to anybody
Well I'm a somebody
But you really said I couldn't find a good angle that would kill
Well now it's your time to die
"You got an animal in your boat: Life of-" blud, that line was mine!
Verbatim, rhyme for rhyme
But accidents happen all the time
But Craft-D said you took his bars
And Raptor said it twice
So I started looking
Through every single one of your battles I could find
I made a list, of all the bars that didn't add up in my mind
And found no less than 71 bars that you've jacked from other guys!
There's too many to run through
Just be happy that weren't ever in my plan
Blud don't get it twisted: I'm about to run through as many as I can
Vers' Soul, from the gate
That 'Undertaker Tombstone', shit has been rinsed please
I mean Tox even said it in his tryout
So you can miss me
That 'gas trick, bypass,' shit's weak
Dirtbag Dan, Serius Jones and Daylyt all had the same quick scheme
'Get a shard in your eye?' That was Ogmios
That Levi's scheme, Tsu Surf to Tay Roc
That execution line? Tony to Shotty, I was there when they faced off
That equal line, Big Kannon said to Craig Lamar
That's why it's my purpose to kill this prick
That 'Snoop Dogg, pen crack out of me', Ill Will to Clips
Now you looking nervous a little bit
You stole a line about Training Day
But I'm Denzel, about to get surgical with this bitch
That's eight in one battle
And there's more I ain't wasting time on
Let's go to your other battles and see where you get your lines from
That 'pen go straight through your neck'?Mr. 13, that's my man and you tried it
That Tommy Chicago reference to English?
Tony D's, damn you're a sly prick
The green screen line to Raptor?
You know you stole from Tony as well
So don't act like I'm lying
'Cause they were both from his battle with Unan and you was judging that shit with your phone out, right there standing behind him
Oh so those were the notes you were taking down
Well it gets me vexed
If you don't believe me, you can check everything that I've mentioned then
You told English the bricks he runs through are fake, like Harry Potter
That was cold to a next extent
But, Big T said it to Unan and you were battling the same day and had the same bar at the very next event
Just reworded it, and that's the truth
That Jim Carrey mask line, to Raptor smooth
But Hollow said it to Big T, and that's a classic too
You thought you got away with it?
Nah, that mask been following you 'round ever since like Crash Bandicoot
That's why I think all his punches are weak
But what, he's the one you believe in?
Well the words that come out his mouth are other people's like when Bumblebee's speaking
That straitjacket line to Tony? Dialect
I lie you said to me
That America scheme for Cojay, Big T said to me
The Mount Rushmore line to Raptor
B Magic said to Chilla Jones and Double L said to Re
The computer motherboard scheme, Unan said to Dialect, you can't act like these are battles you've never seen
We already at 17
And I still got loads left for the roast session I won't let him
Get away with it, and the fans who condone theft:
They're guilty by their own measures
I'm a true gladiator, Maximus uncaged leaving my foes deaded
Because I got my cut before the fight and I'm killing an unworthy king with his own weapon
Just come clean
Don't be a ho 'bout it
You steal bars, there's no doubting
You have ghostwriters
And they don't even know 'bout it
That Flavor Flav line to Tony
John John said to Wavy
I'm not even done G
That other li-
You stole from John John?
I guess there really is no honor amongst thieves
That Captain Morgan line to Kappz
Conceited and Charlie Clips said to each other
That Stevie Wonder, line to Templar, I said to Tali and you reinvented another
The operation line, Big T said to me, now watch your legacy suffer
The 'Indiana Jones whip' wordplay Templar had first, and you run a clique with him and pretend he's your brother
But he's your boy
So you musta seen it
Heard the bar, wrickit, and made a custom remix
But of course, you'll never act like you took it like you would but you can't deny the footage
Fuck the fans, this for the battlers who write and the late nights they put in
'Cause since you like to bite gun bars
It's only right now you gotta bite the bullet
That Xbox controller line? Hitman, Charlie Clips, Tay Ro-, blud everybody had that line for a bit
Oh you thought you could keep playing with it 'cause you was getting a green light in a ring
The other lines are-
No, you know what I'm going over the top
'Cause I don't really think you bite bars
Blud that would really be dumb
I'm just saying, you write bars the same as other people's bars
And your bars always come out after the original one
It's just a mad coincidence blud
I mean I think that's fucked
You're so good, people steal your bars before you even think of them
It's a conspiracy, huh?
Blud you lucky I fuck with you and I didn't put a whole video up
And that's why you just have schemes, and little punches
Because you can steal wordplay, but you can't steal substance
It's cool, you don't have to ever admit it
But I bet that he wishes he never accepted this shit
Blud even if you win, you lose
Your legacy's finished
'Cause I found 71
So just imagine how many I didn't
[Round 1: Shox The Rebel]
All that round did was show me you're nervous
If I bite why rap with me then?
You're exposing the fact you don't think like them
'Cause there's gaps in your pen
Boy I hate small bitches
You winning today will not happen
Stop bragging
Don't ask me wagwan fam, I want action
I rock heads, you, rock fashions
Spending bills on brands sagging
While I built a brand from passion
So, diss me for my clothing, get your dome burned up
They only call you a stand-up guy 'cause the league sets you dates and you don't turn up
The fans are hurt, bruv
You just ignore 'em, still acting all pally though
Exposing a fake, like a real G would ever turn his back on a calicoe
So me lose to bro? No, I'm lighting his head up
And it starts with two in the top left like I'm writing a letter
I had to calculate a risk
Subtract a round from him
Push buttons to see if it adds up and you can count on it
I bet it don't
And that'll lead to a gun cooking his mind
And you wanna learn how to moonwalk?
Well when the hand's on the belt slide back one foot at a time
My bars define what heart meant
See I brag about what I'll do
You just brag about what you done to it, past tense
I don't like this herb
I'mma knife this jerk
It's Ice Road Truckers, 'cause the crew's filming you just tryna survive this work
So light this herb and think
Don't get brave with me like you got brave with Ace
My word is final, front here and I'mma need some space
I'll raise heat on son
Facts bro, that cold
I'mma turn a star inside out and throw this dwarf in a black hole
Astrological damage
You couldn't do me worse
I'm just here teaching my student, this is my uni verse
To bring a hearse for a Gemini
Fuck next, you better keep in line
How did you not see this coming?
I thought bitches are s'posed to read the signs
So the outlook on mine?
Well I'mma be just fine
But you'll be lucky if Gemini can remember two lines
You tried to dead me with a mention to get your rep up with a vengeance
Now you're feeling a tug of war tryna be the center of a tension
I saw Gemini mentioned on a club flyer, like he hosting it probably
It's nothing, we'll catch him slipping, get to ripping his throat in the lobby
See when you're trying to go legit, truth ain't always black and white
So I'mma shoot up the club then go ghost with the Tommy
That's a power move
Watch how I hop out the jukebox and break soldiers
Either get to lighting up the cannon or it'll be a stern takeover
The wait's over
My weight's over 'cause I stay eating
Now you here for the meeting with the death that you stay cheating
I been down and beaten
When I was on the run fearing harm done [?]
Ambi told me keep your head up Shox
So I slept with an arm under my pillow
Still friends ignore my struggle
And it nutted my head up till 'fuck you' suited them like Conor McGregor
So get to punching
How you call him incredible?
I don't even see this guy as a threat
Start firing lead when the iron ejects I'll leave Mr. Incredible red with an eye on his chest, I'm the best
You ain't the one to send me away
Follow him to Hatton Garden, set up shop then lay out Gems with a trey, mate
This is my seat, and I'mma cut your face with a razor straight
You know I hold shit down, that's why you pay per-weight
On the estate, where you're flipping out them pies
Till we catch him sitting at the lights
Then strip him out a ride when I'm whipping out the knives
Pussy you best give it up quick
The last Vic to stop me jacking a box, clown
Wound up with a handle sticking out his side
I'm down to ride
In a way you never could fathom
What you got an ax to grind?
Well I got a small one and your head I'm attacking
I might just hold it against him till I'm ready to bury the hatchet
So go get your ratchets
Let's get to the insanity
Bang! That's your mind gone
I give your top five, it ain't Dylon
I do a number on your whole family
So you got no one left to dial on
Shox, performance electric with these overhead lines, I pile on
That's my lightest round
And still you ain't punching as fast
So watch me put on this show and tell
I stand out in front of this class
[Round 2: Gemin1]
That round meant absolutely nothing
It just had a lot of nice metaphors
And about four of them
Have already been said before
But is he John John The Rebel or Shox Da Don?
I don't know blud, it's hard to say
You even stole the idea of stealing half your name
But it ain't just that
I hate your style
It is nothing drastic
There's substance lacking
This my analogy for it:
He plays the game well but, he don't understand it
Most of his stuff is random with no other tactic
There's, no technique, no structure pattern
There's, no defense, he's just attacking
He punches frantic
And gets a random special bar out of nowhere after a couple miss and a couple landing
Blud, your style is the definition of battle rap button bashing
You're a good schemer, and a good puncher
But being a good writer's different
You know you're a good writer, when you don't need a punchline to finish
When you don't need a scheme, or to stretch the way you say words and rhymes to fit in
Because half of your wordplay's sick
But what you're actually saying behind it isn't
Blud, you have wordplay, for the sake of wordplay
And I want the fans to see as well
You said you're making matter, underground, like a Hadron Collider
Does that mean you work for the TFL?
You said you'll get strapped, put 1500 each in the clip
Because you got 3G in the sticks
Blud the thought process behind that is a reach itself
I create real moments
You have to create fake ones just to make your schemes excel
And half your bars are like that
Just watch on the cam
Or, he takes a punchline, and then makes the wordplay keep going for as long as he can
Like, remember my Bumble app line from the first?
Let's pretend that that's his
He woulda kept that going two more bars and extended the shit
Like, "Blud, you don't wanna fight, 'cause I'm a fab swinger
And one punch a have you dead in a ditch
And if we happen to cross paths, you'll be sleeping with plenty of fi-"
Blud shut up
Your shit is borderline bad bars
When you battle they remember random punchlines, nothing else
When I battle, they look at my opponent after, like they're someone else
Blud, fuck bars, what moments does he have?
You can't recall one, I ain't lying
My second to Dialect, my third to Unan
Shut the building down with no wordplay forced to create hype
Your bars mean nothing, and apply to anyone
But the crowd stays fooled and it ain't right
Blud I'm just tryna open their eyes
And close yours at the same time
You have random wordplay that applies to anyone
And against me, that won't work
So try switching your style up
If you don't, against me, then you tryna be giving your life up
So I slide in, stick out my knife blud
You high as a pigeon for tryna be thinking that fighting this nigga was wiser
I weren't trying to be killing this guy, blud
But the size of the scrilla was liver
They just gave me this mug and a bit of paper
Like I was trying to get rid of a spider
See I'm versatile, and that's why there ain't a hope you can stop me
I'll body him, you're Mokujin
Getting your punches off the opponents you copy
It's like a Thai massage, find him lying facedown in a hole
But he's worried, because there ain't a happy ending here
It's just me walking over his body
But that's all I talk about they say
Winning, winning, winning
I'm not gonna lie blud, that's fully true
But keep it a hundred: I mean if you was me, wouldn't you?
Nah you wouldn't, because you're friends with everyone, like a little bitch
I mean on our Battle Rap Resume, you knew everybody's rounds that they were gonna bring to this
You went from, Highrise, to XLDN, to SYN now it's Chalked Out
That's four different cliques
You see I doubt this pro's evolution by the fake teams that you kick it with
This FIFA get killed back in the day, but every year the penalty's some different shit
You take one line, take another, put it together and then mix a bit
But it's not original and I want a fan to realize this fruit twisting it
Yeah he bends those lines
Me, I write on a Nintendo vibe
You know, start with super 64s, then switch the shit
Now it's no games, I spin anybody for feeling fidgety
We'll drop man in real life
Different options of what I can hit you with
What you want a jaw-breaker, or your gums dropped?
You don't know, well you can pick and mix
Blud it's never long
They said this could be the last event then DF is gone
And I got love for NIL, it's not a tennis shot
That's why they brought me back for the last night, like Megatron
To get this bitch replaced by the third, like Megan Fox
I bring a knife to a gunfight, we can get it on
I'll drill it in his brain, that's the point I'm tryna get across
You can, get the metal cocked and, let the weapon off
Blud, I'll just wing it with a blade, shing shing I'm Sephiroth
You all think that he's Glock popping?
Well he's not stop it, he's Dot Mobbing
'Cause he's on stage about to touch rock bottom
Get caved in, I'll let one of my dons rob him
And have them teach him a lesson with one arm, like Doc Connors
Tune for tune, you are not rocking
Get fucked up in a booth like P Money did Dot Rotten
After this, your stock dropping
It's like you've run out of hot chocolate
You ain't got options
'Cause this villain's power came from the gas like a hobgoblin
You facing me, the top boss outta the lot the hot gossip
The don that made a career out of washing a square like Dot Cotton
The nicest kid, I don't care who you riding with
I'll outline this prick
For thinking that you're a G Shox, watch these two hands I show you what time it is
See it's not nice is it, you don't like the shit when I steal a line from him
See a homicide, never hard, blud you been caught cheating
On camera, now be a stand up guy and apologize like Kevin Hart
I don't need to be rapping with you
Where I'm from, if you take bars you automatically lose
They only rate you, 'cause they're told they have to
See I changed what top tier is, and you followed after on the road I ran through
If I didn't clear the top tier, would any of these no-brains rank you?
So come on.....Blud don't you hate when you open the door for somebody and they don't say thank you
But you're the champ now? Blud so what?
You can't brag to someone about having something they don't want
But you wanna go that route fine, let's go down it
You did your thing in your last battle, no doubting
Yeah you won your title shot and the league died, blud you literally took the soul out it
And it's my fault, I shoulda never let you be the champ-to-be
'Cause you don't rep Don't Flop, you're a snake and they should ban you please
This plagiarist, don't wanna save the shit
And that's why you have to leave
'Cause when Don't Flop's dying, what kind of champ goes and starts a brand new league?
How are you repping? Blud you took the first chance that you spotted
A vulture, feeding on Don't Flop's dead carcass for profit
Who was there for you, when you had to start at the bottom?
You got two events lined up
DF don't have one card that they're dropping
Why not set it up here?
Oh 'cause you're enlarging your pockets
They gave you a title shot
You take their battlers after they're flopping
You said you're ready to fill Soul's shoes, well that was hardly a promise
'Cause right now, you ain't part of the solution blud, you're part of the problem
You coulda belled Eurgh, debated with him
Try to save the shit but instead you let Don't Flop suffer while you trying gaining figures
A real champ woulda tried hard to make him listen
That's why I'mma stick your head in the ground, so now you can have that conversation with him
Your whole title shot was comedic
A distraction, for all the obvious reasons
Putting a new crown over this dirty teeth would make Don't Flop look the cleanest
Tryna use it to over-shine the fact that everything else was rotten beneath it
Well the people that still wanna cheer for you
Are the same ones who don't wanna hear the truth
And I don't give a fuck if your league's Chalked Out
Right now your career is too
So keep spitting your back-to-back punches
'Cause they ain't threatening me
I ain't telling 'em why I'm better than you
I'm showing 'em why you ain't better than me
[Round 2: Shox the Rebel]
So I don't do the personals is what you're saying?
They don't doubt that for a second
I hate to break it to you dickhead, it's a rap battle not a counseling session
Secondly, saying I stretch out schemes and get crazy with the filler?
Call me a thief and then steal from JC versus Chilla, aight cool
This next round, I'mma need your expectations set aside
I've penned some better lines
And you, are wiped out the race, genocide
Let it fly, knock his head aside
If I decide to rock a fella even a change of heart could dead a guy
Never mind status, I'mma hurt this snake's rep till he in a [?]
Terrorized, dump his body in the woods where they'll never find it
I watched you dish out on Tommy till TV was set alight
But get it right, battling Shox you better write
'Cause you could never shine, facing a dark side with rebel lines
I'm getting this bredda tied, till the whole of Next in Line's yelling time
You couldn't let it lie, grabbed your phone started belling mine
Like "Shox, I could never die"
There you go again, telling lies
So I had to show you how to pen a line for all the clever guys who said I could never rhyme with Gemini
You said I couldn't get even, and now you're meeting my god
Well I got one .357, and you best believe I'm beating the odds
So step up, it's crunch time
I battle twice as much and spit four times the punchlines
I mean you got twelve battles, right?
That's eleven online then that one where you just struggled to remember your lines
Not that they'd notice, 'cause they ensure you keep that star clout
We all have stumbles my brother
They just don't edit ours out
They make you look good, 'cause you got that commercial appeal
When the rest of us want props we have to earn it through skill
But you got that too right?
You keep punching hard with that hood message
Reminding me it won't be a mirage when I lose my mind to the Desert
The Desert? As in a 50 caliber four pound- pussy you pointed that at me you'd tip over from the effort
To win battles, you're supposed to use what you know
Not blabber on about firearms your little wire-arms are too small to hold
That shit light, my bars, sharp as a flick knife
Your bars, couldn't move a broad, stick to your lane it don't sit right
This line, some insane shit
'Cause Gemini loves to troll on the internet
Now man he has to pay when he face this
Face it on paper you're basic
So for getting gross over the net I'mma make your weight slip
See claiming you're gangster is really doing your fam dirty
Sin is too, I mean everybody wants to be a baller till they're dropping 30 in the courts
I mean, you can punch
But you ain't really dark with it kid
I got issues, soon as I push a magazine the stock's rising, I'm a marketing wizard
Or I'll get cutthroat with a razor
I make your side burn from the shave
The carve of the blade sit Gem down and spin him round, on reflection
You knew better than to ask a white boy for the fade
Now it's too late
See me creeping between whips like I'm jaywalking
Like a ventriloquist when the eight talking
'Cause I'm handing a dummy for that fake talking
That's two rounds off, before I'm letting you get a plate
I be running with a case like Enemy of the State
Mate lately, my rep's higher than OxyContin
And I still back spinners when I'm body-popping
I told Briggzy 'I'm the coroner now,' then just pulled out a tray with a body on it
Let's be honest, I should probably stop
Though we all know I could go more
But what's the point?
Dropping a gem with a closer's what I'm known for

[Round 3: Gemin1]
Now last round, had a lot of metaphors
But I counted five bars, that have already been said before
You look like the result of Danny Jaqq tryna make a sausage
I bet if your head was crazy polished, then on a hot day you could fry bacon on it
I've had too many angles, now I just want my credit
Let me merc' 'em with the bars
Don't touch me, this contactless, but that means you can get anything up to 30 on this card
Don't bank on winning, blud you'd be the first to thrash me
You've lost half the battles I've had, you don't deserve to clash me
I was there for Lu Cipher, and I watched Sleepy Gee merc' him badly
I thought he wouldn't hold a candle to you
You left a bad smell in the room you shoulda burned a Yankee
But now you're greater right?
And you got the crowd to rate you high
'Cause they say Shox coming off a body, like a Power Rangers fight
Well I haven't been slacking
I know not to sleep 'round white boys, some mad shit'll happen
You're T Rex, I gave you something to eat now be a good dog while I'm casually snapping
I don't see no exceptional battler
I see a regular amateur
I'm breaking you down to nothing
After this your image will be the same as a reflection of Dracula
I don't let thieves in my house
That's why I've been setting a trap for ya'
You shoulda known you was gonna get your head burned, soon as you stepped in that door like Kevin McCallister
If you don't wanna square up and box after
We can take it a lot farther
Or disrespect the don and wake up with your whore's head in the bed
I'm the Godfather
And I know you trapping, right blud
And that's why I have to find you
I'm turning up to your crib, late night with a tank of gas and a lighter
While the kid napping I take his white girl off him, and set this man on fire
Then put you in the same plot as Raptor and Tox
See I ain't tryna waste coffins
It's 2017, I'm putting all you fags in the same boxes
He remains conscious, as the fans be screaming at his side
Paramedics all around him, now he ain't even breathing it's a [?]
Defibrillator to his chest, while he can see into the light
Now his name's literally the only thing that's keeping him alive
But it's Shox, the real killer
I mean that's what he says in like every rhyme scheme
A killer, who bakes cakes and shows respect and polite speech
But he's a killer
He licked seven man down on separate occasions when he was letting his nine squeeze
And, left freshly baked brownies as a calling card at every crime scene
The muffin killer
Fam just save it
I told Clips, there's a difference between, exaggeration and fabrication
Your image is based off being a "real killer"
When you ain't, you're just rapping
You making a tune for Craft-D over something he said on a status was random
Threatened Cojay the other week, and then your bully tendencies started displaying a pattern
Because someone like Craft-D can make you write bars
Whereas Psychosis can make you retract them
They say it every battle
And you don't even reply to it
If it was me, and it weren't true, you would definitely hear my side to it
You pick on guys who clearly ain't gonna do nothing
And act shook against the ones who are clearly down to move something
When you got a chance to back your talk, you showed your true colors and dude stunted
That's why you're 35 in a room full of 20-year-olds still tryna prove something
Blud you're overcompensating
And that shit don't run at me right
See I ain't one of them guys, that ain't done no crud in their life
I'm still, stuck on the grind, juggling by, hustling shhh, don't sleep good 'cause my phone keeps buzzing at night
I'm still, wondering why they locked up my don when he already has to suffer inside
And I still, hold back tears when I send him letters so I don't smudge what I write
I still, got beef that'll only end when one of us dies
I still, remember the one I trusted telling [?] my supply
I still, cut coke with the same knife that they stuck in my spine
So I hope you ain't come here tonight to look in my eyes and give me advice
'Cause let me tell you, me and you ain't nothing alike
I been making clear points this whole battle
I'm saying you're a thief and a pure joke
A pussy, with no bars, just schemes and a forced flow
And what have you been saying to me?
That you're going to beat me, in Morse Code?

[Round 3: Shox the Rebel]
So these days, Gemini goes by the name Gemin1, cunt
That's your props folding
I see a basic grasp on English is something you're not holding
Someone buy Gem a Collins dictionary, this thick bitch having a blonde moment
'Cause his real name's Navid, cool title but you got no business with it
Roughly translated to English it means bearer of good news, and fam I ain't never seen you lifting spirits
What? That weren't even a real shot?
I just think it's funny Nav turned up with his lines all mapped out and he still lost
That voice is something you put on, connecting a link when you spit
For all the breddas that'll see the thumbnail and just think you're a chick
You fucking feminine lesbian
I don't wanna hear no bars about how loud your toy bangs
You look like you been groomed by Louie Walsh, I'm getting this boy banned
It's 2017 and you got holes in your jeans and your eyebrows on fleek, lowe it
All these hard bars bragging about what you look like
Drop five bills on some shoes then catcall grown-ass women off a push bike
Fam, if that was me I'd be crying on cam like Funk Flex and regret it the second it's in the air like a drunk text
I'mma get under your skin when it starts to peel off, this is taxidermy
'Cause, well you're stuffed tryna look real dog
Let's clash, tighten your lyrics, spray a free before I trump your whole team
Get to clapping off the heat
When this pro test I suggest you have it on your feet
But don't get offended, when you see me blacking take a knee
Against Soul, my rep was made official
Today the flames dancing 'round an ancient symbol like a pagan ritual
Bags gave me tips on how to create a visual then escape and slit you
Now I'm quick-shifting the paddles like a game of pinball
Give you the drum with a crash like I played the cymbal, I'm playing with you
Blades and Ginsus, war in short the pain continues
I don't give a fuck if you look fly in Moschinos stupid, plain and simple
Flying machine stupid, that's plain and simple
Bars within bars, if I was you I'd hate this shit too
'Cause I'm on a level you should aspire to
Not get cross over the point on your roof, wait, ain't that a spire too?
I'mma retire you, that's what this fire do
This straight murder, why bother to book a battle for
If I can have a blade push in Gemini like Macklemore
And when that knife at your neck kid, I hope your arteries get stitched
'Cause this shit cut to the bone quick like your ex-bitch
You're a neek cunt, you need the love you fiend the buzz
I don't care if I win or lose
My daughter's waiting outside.....just to beat you up!
Fucking troll, you're an internet bad boy, and I won't even attempt to rationalize
I ain't got time, when the shift's locked I'm the type to capitalize
That's about pushing keys, get it?
'Cause that shift is the graveyard
I know you look up to stars 'cause it's long at the bottom: that's a space bar
We going way past the body, so gritty
You still wanna go with me
But not for the title, the attitude is so shitty
How you make me push the crown to the side like it's no biggie?
I'm quickly bringing the scene back to its former glories with that penthouse flow
'Cause my pad resides above all your stories
Lately you bore me
Your verses been getting light
I mean Gemini's the third sign of the zodiac
Fam even your name ain't next in line
I'm number one, that's Aries right?
I guess they set you up just to let you die
So don't ask me what the box is for
Just close the fucking lid slow after I rock his core
'Cause that's what the man gets for having to ram heads with a god of war