[Round 1: Prez Mafia]
I just wanna say the difference between me and Kareem is...
N***a, you rap fast!
But it's Kareem could rap
I mean, if you wanna call overreact and, and word association talent, then I guess the n***a Steams is mean with a pen
But, I watched the news and they said this whole week only cools, bet us leave (leaves/sleeves) with the win (wind)
It's the Game of Death, and I'm young Bruce Lee
I swing at his chin, to the top level, but
Only to fight Kareem at the end
Abdul, Ja-- (ya) boy ain't even begin to scheme in this bitch
But it's Cakes that, Cakes this
You really like the sound, Cakes?
What, because I'm lightskin, like Drake
And 'til you see a pound, Cake!
That arm extended, but it ain't to give you a pound, Cake
But it's to hang 'em off a balcony, now that's a upside down Cake
I said n***a, this shit personal
So it's no time for planning it out
You advertising on how you the flyer rapper, so I'm handin' 'em out
Ya bitch a thot
I said his bitch a thot
And I'm trying to see what the brains about
I heard the shit is bonkers, that bitch got that Mr Rodgers
N***a, she undress in front of the kid, and then let us run a train through the house
Round one, I got lines, n***a have to react to
Like he saw the steel and almost caught a mill', but that's the Cassidy battle
And that shit light
N***a, you ever seen that flick Life?
Fuck talking, I just swing, these can't-get-rights
And that shit light
I got another flip for you, if you think that's crazy
Life, you just can't get right, for fucking with that white, I had to black, baby
I don't doubt 'em
Long strap, I get to poppin' at 'em
See these (CDs) and Steams'll rock a cap like The Chronic album
But we the best out the bunch
Ain't no way out this shit
Let me tell you why
One of ya n***as ain't got no clout in this
This n***a had two PGs
No, no no no no, yesterday, that's three PGs
And didn't even amount to shit
N***a, I had my name since '98
How you gon' try to get a double Prez named Pres Dubs, ain't that a counterfeit?
Cus I kill 'em for what it's worth, and since killing's like giving birth
I'mma aim at his head first, then I'm out this bitch
Even if you didn't get it, I'm still out this bitch
What you gonna say; tooth jokes, DNA?
My n***a I'm still killing
This shit is like Shyne and Guerilla Black on a track, it's a big difference
My n***a soldiers, we put a black hawk down and it's still spitting
Cus n***as said they want old Prez back
So meet Bill Clinton
Hold it down
Woosah, n***a!
Got me in a suitcase in ya crib, that's big business
Strap, all the way around, like bras for big bitches
Just to serve 'em, like grandma cooking, them big biscuits
Act badder, you get put in a mix with [?]
Bitch, step ya writtens up
Keep grinding, move unto bigger stuff
And tell Wavy, as far being lazy, I (eye) ain't Forest Whitaker
You just ain't big enough
N***a, you ain't a wise guy, ya sweet
You turn (U turn) on me, the stick shift you when I drive by ya street
A janitor, I clean up
And by the side [?] them keys, for some of youth
Cus I been trippin' with nines now for weeks
Pick a bet
Figure vets ain't get a check
They get me vexed
I show the (shoulder) strap and take L, both (elbow) of y'all getting stretched
Victim, yes
I been putting in fire, the flame flicker flesh
I'm good to go
I'm cooking on the low, that's a midget chef
It's the X!
Woosah, n***a
[Round 2: Prez Mafia]
All I wanna know is what the fuck happened to the love
I mean I know it ain't long lasting
But y'all n***as switching quicker than slim faced bitches with large asses
Y'all backwards
And [?], the boy Prez, you ain't fucking with him
Cus I literally starved myself to get hungry again
But let's get personal
Because for you, this is something that I bound to do
I heard because you lost to Ave on yo' ave, a lot of n***as tried to style on you
I ain't gon' say no wack shit like that, and pull a Styles on you
But I'm gon' push my style, and use your style on you
Like uhm...
What you said about the faculty?
Okay, it's too fucking easy to break down a style like yours when you one of the best
Get schooled, we city wide, to test them lame n***as that go hard for respect
This war we in, is to be alumnis, to come at the vets
Top of my class, valedictorian
So no matter what you score me in
I'm coming correct
Wanna shake? wait (Shake Weight)
We lift pounds off the muzzle, you ain't countin' them sets?
You count on ya set?
I told my bro Murda to go wild with a TEC
Then catch Steams in a Masi', with presidential tense
But put some in his chest
And that wasn't for Chess
But this is, he's a savage, my bro
And from the X, that what I respect
But what's been having me so pissed is
Norbes, you called him the Lebron of this battle shit, yo
It's not letting you letting him call that n***a another n***a some faggot shit, bro?
But don't ever let a n***a compare him to another n***a that flopped, cramped, and jumped shit when it mattered
The most
No, no no no no no
[?] stand up, Sunday from kisses from nana, "hey baby, mpbh", I'm that damn nice
N***a, you'll hear a pow and see boom (Boom) in a cloud like a Batman fight
That shit was wild
But let me show this loc what I got
Cus I'm cooking, with four burners
Shoutout to Roc, y'all n***as thinking this a stove, you should stop
Fool, you ain't catch it
Don't think I'mma bring it back, cus I'm not
Silencer, boy, you'll see Steams in a cloud like I opened a pot
I warned you, stop
I said I'm the best, that's clear
It's like the boy Prep here, n***a shape up
Cus as soon as you wave high tops, you get straight cut
N***a, that bar just proved I'm the nicest here, straight up
And if you look at [?], the nicest hair, straight up
I said fake fuck
Run home, we got base and pitches for change up
I had ya honey' (hundred) bun all in the air like Cakes Up
I'm a backbreaker
You could tell in my face I'm a gat blazer
Cook Steams, I leave shells in the Cake like a bad baker
Some shit that I hear about you
[?], remember when we went to [?] battle, [?], he battled City Towers
You know what I'm saying
Then it goes something like this
[phone ringtone plays]
I said n***a, all I gotta say this n***a Kareem is a fucking slum
This n***a like 29 years old, right?
You still livin' at home with mommy, like a fucking bum
The funny thing about it is
Watch who you sleep around, my n***a
Cus one of ya piece of asses hit me up on yo' phone while you was fucking drunk and told me about ya lil' faculty scheme and how you suck ya thumb
I said "what the fuck?"
That's why ya tooth is black
"Cakes up!"
N***a, round two done
Look at me in my face, chump
Straight up
I know you want me choke, but shoutout to my man Piff
It's Cakes up-- side down, n***a! (upside down)
Woosah!
[Round 3: Prez Mafia]
I said one more finally, cus I'm here now, definitely
So please dummy, be quick on your feet
Or I be back on BET
N***a you'll get a hit from the street
I need money, no matter how high the cost [?] look
Y'all n***as wanna know what happened when Smack set up Steams
Look at the kid, they argue [?]
He called Beasley, right
And as soon as that n***a passed me V money
Man, I grabbed that, and caught flashbacks, of D Money
Look Steams, it's a lot of n***as in this crowd
And honestly, I'm used to it
Look what I got for you
Dead nice, clothes [cold] bags and ya head iced, wolf, for that hot shit out ya mouth
That's them thermometersq
Look Steams, I got a gun called "Woosah"
When it pop at ya
That shit'll have him shake on stage like Prez Mafia
I said no kid games, you Simon and the rest do what you say so that's cold
But this round where I mold, but I don't play though (Play-Doh)
Conceil the Glock, I pull a steel and pop, you better lay low
More kid games, you down with building blocks, okay, then le' go (Lego)
N***a, you said you get hammers from Zordon, and that was a reach?
Like, hammers from Zordon
Hammers from Zordon?!
So this n***a said he get hammers from Zordon, I'm thinking like, what type of fucking gun is that?
When it comes down to this CT shit, me and the n***a talked about that CT situation
And you was talking about how you be bombing the fucking couch
But when a n***a came up to him, and tried to run down on him
Instead of putting a slice in his fucking scalp
Them CT n***as put it all out on the table for you and [?]
And how ironic, the n***a Steams just ironed it out
But that's real shit
Just get murked when the clips disperse
Now it's time for that Woosah, cus the shit gets worse