[Round 1: Illipsis]
Arcane... What a large brain!
Remember when we used to have to write our own material?
Eurgh... Dark days!
With the Bargate card played, finally the art's changed
And now, shit... anybody with a pen, paper, and Paypal can partake
You fucking genius!
Plus, he drives a hard rate
Like, "Hey, Caustic, how much do you charge? Great!"
Some people called it ghostwriting... Come on, guys, they're bar trades
(Let's grow up here)
He doesn't need to buy bars... he's got a whole team of interns that aren't paid
He just lets them alternate the necklace and call it "our chain"
(Big difference!)
Fuck this shart stain
Doesn't matter what the Mark paid
In this ring, he still got the second most expensive like Park Place
Fuck it, Arc's reign? Bizarre phase
A farce draped in stark shame
A dry spell on a charred page
I handle Arcane like an arch-mage
It's a marked grave (marked grave)
I'm upset that 'Cane would need to have a dedicated team of staff
That he paid to feed him raps just to make an even match
And still lose?
In retrospect your resume is really sad
Guess it's taken literally when they say that 'Cane is the people's champ
How many hands have helped you out?
How many hands have helped you now
When he's drafting out his rounds
It's like onomatopoeia – do I have to spell it out?
'Cause it's exactly how it sounds!
Surprising buying bars hasn't bankrupted him
It's not like there's no price for it
Picture this: he goes to go buy a lift and can't afford a Ford
Ain't the broke life a bitch?
Has to call that midget Dose by the dealership to cosign for it
So your homies even had to go and ghostwrite your whip
That's how he drives a bargain
I ain't even mad that you're buying bars
It's just the lines you are, are kinda garbage
They tried to market him and Caustic as a "grudge match for the ages"
You bought pasta bars in a scheme – wanna test the pen, ay?
This fool silly!
(Wow, wow)
Dog goes hard in the streets
He's riding dirty, rolling with pots and parm' in the jeep
Cooking elbow macaroni al dente
Probably armed to the teeth
You know carbs are empty filler, dawg: you are what you eat
He told Crone that he was hungry for the capital like Budapest
Tehehe! Never mind, this fucking dude's the best!
Your employees write some quality stuff
They're very able
So they'll inherit haloes when I put the chrome to your Bosnia and cap it all like Sarajevo
A topographic bar
Oh, it got topographical
Take him out with a palm
No, it's not a sabbatical
Hold up... he's getting paid for this?
And he paid for this?
Homie stop it, it's laughable
Then mark out the host if Copenhagen the capital
I do him like Rhodesia under African government
Get him wiped off the map, yeah that's capital punishment
That's what he's fucking with
Pathetic trash bro, just enabled by the friends that can pretend that that's dope
But grasp for relevance fencing with some extra hacks rope
Became a cancer in the scene recycling secondhand smoke
This is me against the world, that's how we're marketing the fight
Go ahead, let me hear some of those bars you didn't write
That's life
[Round 1: Arcane]
Alright yo... I said look [clears throat]
So Copacetic hit my jack, he said how was your calendar looking
We wanna bring you out west to face some of the talent we pushing
I said who, he said you
I responded with damn near laughter
'Cause this division is like the Make-A-Wish foundation for this little fan-tier rapper
But somehow, somehow your battle career been moving slower than a snail pace, doggie
Well I'll put him in check, this ain't gonna be a stalemate, hardly
I told Cope, go ahead and tell this pale faced carnie I'll be out in Van emptying cans like a tail-gate party
So first off, fuck is going on with your hair, dawg
Seriously bro, this is what happens when your mum cuts your hair with a cereal bowl
I mean, I just look at you and think, god what an embarrassing lad
He got the same swagger as Roger from American Dad
I swear it's like you were cloned and incubated in an alien farm
How you expect to top the king without an ace in your cards?
Only thing you got up your sleeves, is the lankiest arms
I guess his lift game's like his rap game, son you got no weight to your bars
Yeah, so you a dead man walking
I hope you prepared for torture and misery
Death is music to my ears so I've been busy in my lair recording a symphony
They tried to burn me at the stake
All those flares and torches was lit for me
So I'm only doing this battle here for my real supporters that stick with me
Yeah, you were medium sized shirts to go with your mid-range delivery
How do you look like you could be Lil G's older brother, Middle G?
Bro, you don't got the type of weaponry
Or the hype to step to me
So your battle career gonna be shorter than Lil G's life expectancy
Yeah, that's right, I dropped a 30
(I know, it is fucked up)
I said I dropped a 30
Like I was rolling through a school zone
Why does your roster of rappers look like a bunch of kids that live in a Groupon?
Yeah that's right, I'm a savage for real
How does it feel?
I take a bite out of your cornea like George the Animal Steel [?]
'Cause I been a beast in this ring
Since you was probably only this tall
Back when you was kicked with kickballs and getting hit with spitballs
And you thought your man was talking slick, y'all?
'Till I body this fool, I'm taking Harry Potter to school
The boy just ran into a brick wall
So y'all
(One more, one more)
I said, I tear a strip off him, he gonna need them pair of grafts like a skin surgery
You cringeworthy
I been dirty since before I started to win tourneys
I'm seasoned, print 30 on the kid's jersey: I been Curry
You featherweight, this is just a breakfast plate: you getting rinsed early
[Round 2: Illipsis]
I really wanted to do a rebuttal to that, but to be honest
I got distracted by you looking like Malibu's least wanted
My guy, obligatory: you are just within an inch of forty
And stay dressed like 'cane fed, it's really corny
I came to make you look bad, looks like Echo did it for me
Dawg, you're fucking battles should be prefaced with a wigger warning
I been on another level, me and him is a different story
So old man found himself in a pickle like Rick and Morty
Shit I clicked your boring battles, 'Cane
Essentially what I noticed
Is nothing that you say conveys an identity of its own, especially if you wrote it
I guess that we should have known
He's content with being a clone if the centrepiece of his prose
Is a section that he's devoted
To an impression of each opponent
Like he'll show me how it's supposed to be done
Sure, it sounds like he's crossed barriers
Look closer at anything archetypal, only amount to a stock character
You just emulate what's popping, same as Yellow Mellow did
Tryna fit in like "Pow, headshot, hello fellow kids"
You get your art carved apart
Let's have a harsh heart-to-heart
You donning other peoples' styles?
Fuck are you, Arc Arc the Mark?
So why it's fucking the accolades you propose that you want
If your style is solely stolen from your opponents it's dumb
So I can handle this tool like an opposable thumb
Since bro wanna jump on other people's waves
Fuck that, lemme show him how my style is supposed to be done
You just paid reinforcements and made your alias forfeit
They sent you straight into orbit against an alien warship
'Cane, your importance has been gravely distorted
No crazy performance
No bodies, no conviction: habeas corpus!
(Big difference!)
But my image: so unassuming, these weirdo's aren't worried
They been lauding him
Nah, I've been lauding him when they say I 3-0'd Arc, 30!
Fuck 'Cane, blood rain turn the forecast red
Getting dirt nap in the streets, it ain't Snorlax bed
It's like the war path led to a fourth champ's head
'Cause everybody seeing something different in the ink like a Rorschach test
Man, claims he carries ratchets
Real scary, Alex Drake you're geriatric and speed force his punches
So a flash is all it takes to bury Allen
I won't put you in the dirt, that's a grave mistake
Get a closed casket and cremation, that's a grave mistake
Your nightmares? They can change to darker episodes
I architected those, he on a run punching, going nowhere and they aren't connecting though
The punches I land, chain, in an archipelago
I'm about to black on 'Cane, Amy Winehouse
He pressed me, he MP, I knock your lights out
The burn? I ain't got it on me right now
But I got a back up with the Mac like an iCloud
(Let's go!)
Jesus, Arc, a genius bar could get your Apple fixed
It's like I made this catalyst of elements that he could get reaction with
But you've disdained innovation
Fading away as he takes inspiration
So his sole defining trait is as a pale imitation
Whose content is dictated by his pay limitations
It makes sense you rocked Echo; there's some related features
Your kind, like Rhinos, have become endangered creatures
Plus, most of what you say just sounds the fucking same but weaker
That's how it's supposed to be done?
Secret move is a turn that I'm underwhelmed with
You're an obvious fraud
If your signature is a poorly forged version of someone else's
Arcane, been meaning to address you kid
You wrote some of your bars
Because when I hear the ones that sound like everybody else's I can tell you did
Quality!
[Round 2: Arcane]
I said, give me one second
I said, so y'all went to awaken a sleeping giant
Now the beast awake
And you ain't gonna like the way this ends like Game of Thrones season eight
I'll put the eagle to your weasel face but I don't need the legal case
Only way you come close to scratching my record is if the needle breaks
You got feeble traits
Look like the type of geek that's drinking vegan shakes
I'm eating steaks – that's how I stay in Diesel shape
So squeeze your brakes and meet your fate
I came here on a leap of faith
It must be my birthday because all I asked for was a decent plate and they gave me a piece of cake
So I made the trip from Toronto to Vancouver to build bridges
But yo I'm still vicious
They couldn't find where my kill switch is
Boy, I grill bitches
Fuck this little dipshit Illipsis
We might as well be battling on Willy's ass 'cause that's where Ill lips is
Boi... Boi... Boi...
Boy I get recognised in the streets
And I'm weaponising my fleet
You get gassed by up-and-comers, I'm respected by the elites
I've been one of the best alive for years
That's why I'm respected by my peers
Since you new I'll lick a shot and leave him wet behind the ears
But nah, I don't wanna have to draw on him so let me illustrate
You don't got the illest traits
I mean I can barely tell if Ill is straight
So when they ask me if I really think Ill legitimate? Son...
There's a legitimate chance Ill could be my illegitimate son!
Boi... Boi... Yo... Yo
I said, you seen my Grand Prix stampedes I can't be messed with
You like, "Damn, he reckless"
Now you get left with what I write, bitch I'm ambidextrous
I said I'm larger than life
I don't know why you started this fight
I'm a two-time champ
You time-stamp the bars that I write
Now look who's been doing food bars and Game of Thrones schemes when he's talking his shit
I guess you learned to spar from me so obviously it's probably lit
But I influenced him from a young age, I fathered the kid
I would show him how it's supposed to be done, but seems like I already did!
(That's right! No, hold on I got more, I got more)
King in the North, I smoke 'till the last drag in the Drogon
Get it? 'Cause in Game of Thrones the last dragon is Drogon?
See I bring that wildfire with every punch the king's landing
That's why they brought me west to roast everything standing
So for you, this gonna be a long night
No doubt in my mind, are you prepped to meet the god of death?
I'm about it with mine
See every dog has its date, just like every hound has its time
So this gonna be an uphill battle, you got a mountain to climb

[Round 3: Illipsis]
Remember you had that Harry Potter shit? You get the gun and knife in neat order
Crazy, came on this platform to get the nine and three quarters
So you're the only former two-time champ?
That's actually crazy, congrats
Before you get ahead of yourself, that just means you've officially lost the title more times than anyone else
Won the chain versus Pete and Diz, became the face of the business
Both chains in the home games where folks game to see a Canadian with it
Did he deserve to win it, then? I'm not saying he didn't
Just raises suspicions, when he goes from favourite-to-win to underdog once it's got two Canadians in it
And get's replaced in an instant the second patriotism doesn't make any difference
It's a crazy coincidence, crazy coincidence!
'Cane, play your position, I know it's making you proud the way you wave it around
But it's John, John, and Jack boy
For what it's worth, he should throw his chain to the crowd
They gave him the crown
He still acts like winning twice makes him a fucking hero, what a weirdo
He's binary, see that defence is one and zero, the two-time champ?
Can get it and not keep it
That's not impressive, probably should have done better seeing how fast this man got defensive
An American champ? Let's give the mascot the necklace
To pass off to the franchise player, then he's back on the benches
You're a middle-aged errand boy
A sad pawn, a henchman
They sacrificed so staff got redemption with the brand's stock in question
All that you've amounted to is Pat's sloppy seconds
'Cause you lack comprehension
Of how they manufactured you to break after one use, it's planned obsolescence!
One second, one second, Arcane's the champ and he
Took an L to screw it up like an Alan key
Classic, classic Ikea clerk
Probably loves the smell of sawdust
Felt right at home, as he set himself up
Building someone else's product
Dawg, you made your own bed, see what they've done to you, boss?
It's been obvious, shit even Pat's seeing him get set up for a loss
'Cane, you should be ashamed
Been getting cooked for the chain
The league will push him to the top just to push him away
And he ain't realise, can see it by the look on his face
Soon as there aimless [?] hierarchy he getting put in his place
Don't have the mark of a king, that's what Bargate did to you
So getting sacrificed to a star in the ring became an arcane ritual
He went from pinnacle of the scene, to as low as they come
To chasing [?] for Crone with the appropriate funds
You bought bars, and I don't give a fuck, homie, nobody does
What would his [denial?] lifts to lower he's plunging into this whole that he's dug
See you've never gained exposure for what you've done for your own, it's a front
Ate opponents and emulate his traits that he stole for a crutch
Had the flag on his back, now we're lowering one
Your time is over, old man – it's supposed to be done

[Round 3: Arcane]
Yo
You took this really seriously...
Yo, I said I'm sick of all your corny, flat, rounds – that's a tortilla shell
As far nine circles, there's at least nine teams in the league that's the CFL
But if it's about paper, now you speaking my language, welcome to ESL
I lay low 'till it's time for me to kill again like a sleeper cell
I'm old school, shit I got a pager and a beeper still
I'm eating well, this is just for cheap kicks like a sneaker sale
Try push my buttons I'm good with the words like a speaking spell
I'm just here to tell the nerdy version of E. Farell he need to chill
'Cause if you thought you was fucking with 'Cane, you gotta be on dust
You gonna look like a bitch in the near future, that's eon flux
This kid's a pion, trust
I'll leave him be on crushed [?]
Nobody rock it the way I rocket, man I'm Elon Musk
Because the Paypal shit behind me, I'm one of Canada's elite
They thought my brand was expendable but my stamina's unique
Just like the SpaceX Falcon Nine
'Cause for these pay checks count the times I left Earth and always landed on my feet
So that means if I snap, I'll knock this whole stage off kilter
When he snaps, he taking pics of his face with dog filters
Boy, quit fronting like he all killers
If the blade slip it's a facelift
'Cause every time the young boy talks it's all fillers
I mean, these rappers all using the same system
I'm way different
Your girl's ass? That's where I shoot skeet like a clay pigeon
I said you're bae tripping
Nuts in her face off the jump, I'm Blake Griffin
I stay pimping
And you can get pot, homie that's Abe Simpson
Boy, for you it's nap time, like a kindergarten classroom carpet
I got that concentrated dope, like I vacuum purged it
So here's a newsflash: you trash, that dude garbage
I'm talking the type of waste you'd see a raccoon harvest
But me? I'm like a tattoo artist
'Cause every line measured designed just to inflict pain, that's where I find pleasure
I hold my gun steady just to write better
Consider this body art, my ink draw blood when I apply pressure
Boi, man, I will leave you breathing through an oxygen tube like a dive expert
You couldn't take me down with the combined effort of nine wrestlers
When you was busy being a foetus that was aborted in the final trimester
I was bringing those championships back to Toronto like I was Kawhi Leonard