Hieroglyphics vs. Hobo Junction Freestyle Battle lyrics

[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
Saafir the saucy nomad
I'm the boss we know that
Cas' is on the mic to let you know
No, I'm not waitin' up
Cause emcees is gettin' eaten up
And n*ggas wanna get beaten up
If they wanna take it to that
But I be makin' the rap
To slice and dice the wack men
Casual attackin'
Ya know
When the Hiero flow we go
In-side of your heart and rip it apart
Do-in' it like that, me and Pep Lover
No other n*gga can step up
I'm wreckin' the microphone to let you know
I got a flow and n*gga you wack
So step the F- back
I ain't cursin' my verse in ya face
Dispersed in the bass
Lettin' ya know Casual will flow Saafir ya hear
The way I'm comin' at you
You're wack, do you wanna practice
The mackest
On the motherf*cking microphone tellin' you
You never will sell when you not with me
Cause it's the Hiero crew
And that's how we do
Kick a style if you can
Off the head cause I'm the man
Casual flow grand
And you bland
I'm on the mic to rip it up like that
So kick your written rap
Kick the written rap
[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
Oh with the written
Here I come, uh, with the mitten
n*gga did your mamma tell you that you was my son?
When I am done your ass will run
Like a stocking
n*gga you a carbon copy, you started sloppy
I'm one hundred percent concentrated on
Easing nooses around the necks of these tricks
Insects with vagina lips
Your spinal will grip
Paralysis, if I remember correctly
You said 'f*ck the Westside'
Oh, but now you gotta ride
Come clean with dirt
But then again a hoe can't come clean
Through miniskirts I'm a insert
Depositories in them stories that don't stick
n*gga I got chapters
I got flypapers
n*gga you one story I'm a skyscraper
You scary-ass secretary
I'm a check this receptionist anus like a boss
Players in the game don't change exteriors
n*gga you ain't serious, you off and on like a period
Back up- I ride 'til the wheels fall off
I ride 'til the wheels fall off
Your heels are fallin' off
I'm gonna make them toes touch down in The Town
On thirty-seventh, n*gga
Right where you at
Right where the mack's supposed to be
You need to bounce because you're never like, uh
Never- You shoulda never came close to me
You're in my sector
I'm a step to ya with uh-
The wet sh*t, oh sh*t, I don't even have to-
n*gga, go, n*gga, go, go, go
[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
Casual is on the mic, I mic wreck supreme
When I hop on the mic you know I dominate
Yes this rhyme is great
Saafir, you ain't doin' nothin'
You butt
When you rap you a sap and you know that
Your flow is skinny, you're not phat
I hop on the mic rollin' with Mini from the Eastern O
I got the beast inside it
I ride with my folks
Your folks a joke
And the whole Hobo Junction can't rock a function
I hop on the mic eatin' you for lunch and
When I do it
Emcees will hop to it
Y'all n*ggas wack
Go write some more raps
I'm cappin' on it
Doin' it like I need to, Casual exceeds you
Go grow some weed, huh
So you can get as dapper as me, the rapper can be
Casual, the master soul
Your ass best go
To a rappin' school because I'm slappin' fools who don't know
That's how it's goin', I'm showin', the wack I attack
Off the top of the dome
You gonna go home feelin' sad
Probably gone play some Madden
Emcees don't know Casual is phat and
I ain't cursin'
[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
Oh I'm cursin', I'm cursin', of course I'm cursin'
I got hearse an-
Everything for you boy
Check this out, hey you a female turned male
Hey, you the type of n*gga that will pull your draws down on stage, Tajai
Cut out his vagina for that tell
Tucked between the cuts cause you got no nuts
You can't even sell dope right
n*gga, you can't even sell dope right
You sell for, uh, dykes
What part of the Eastside you from, on the real though?
On the real, though?
What part of the Eastside you from, you wanna freeze blocks
You don't get props because you spend five hundred at a weed spot
n*gga at a weed spot
n*gga are you all from the Grass Valley
You're all from Grass Valley
You cute ass new booties ain't never seen the ass of Malis
I'll swing my sh*t in your front yard
You be frontin' hard and it's felt
n*gga you buy garter belts
I'm a pull that card you dealt
n*gga ya nothin' but a joker, a snorter
A teenage hoe playin' strip poker
I'm a strip that ass buck naked
You never had it raw until you seen a record
Boy, you don't know about this
Pimp, player, you need to get back
So you can uh, get with this phat rap
I got a hearin' aid so you can hear the flow
I bring the flavor like lemonade you little hoe
Recognize, you don't utilize the intellect
I'm clarifying with examples that
You a punk
n*gga your whole crew will try to sue in some funk
You don't even know how to roll
Wait a minute, wait a minute, you ain't got no pros
So what is this?
Another Hieroglyphics scribbling that' dribbling from them vagina lips
Your spinal will grip them things
Hey, hey, you better peep game
You're cuttin', you're catchin' a dome call
n*gga, I'm a have you climbin' these walls like a poster
All I see is a forefinger and a thumb in your holster
You never got down, you never let off a shot
You need to back up and race your ass back to eight-deuce block

[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
Saafir, I know you fear of me cause I'm Cas
Look at me in my eyes, I'm a beat that ass
When I hop on the mic you despise my flow
Because I'm wiser so, yous losin'
Hiero cruisin'
The Oakland town, I'm smokin' you down
Cause you ain't knowin' how I be flowin'
When I'm on the microphone
Y'all jokes, you can't bust none
Casual is the man, you must know
That I bust flow
And you wack I attack n*ggas like you
Because I'm rollin' with the Hi-crew
And all my folks, you all some jokes
When we do this I'm the newest
And I am rippin' up the microphone lettin' you know you're wack
It's goin' like that, Saafir, you ain't a mack
You know I'm rollin' with a busta
Every hoe I tried to hook you up with said you's a busta
But I ain't really trippin' cause that's how it went
Casual is on the mic I'm gonna represent
The Eastside
When we ride
We're gonna do it correct- Respect these, yeah
I grab the microphone and be a vet with ease
Because we do it correctly
You best to be outta here
Because you're doubtin', Saafir
Is a real rapper, but I still slap ya
Cause you cannot flow and I got to go
On and on and on Casual's your woe
When I do it, you know I got the fluid
n*ggas can't hop to it like I do it
Cause I'm the master
All my folks is chillin' in the lobby
Cas will let you know
You will not ride me
Like you're sayin'
Because you're displayin' some faulty sh*t
You're stuck in Menace
But your luck is finished
Cause I'm killin' you, lettin' you know I'm fillin' you
So take that wack sh*t back

[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
You don't even own a microphone
Your blood owns no bones
I'm holdin', uh, special ed classes
Teachin' cowards how to wipe them asses
You the type of n*gga that lock the door when you p*ssin'
Because when you're p*ssin' you really look that you're sh*ttin'
You're talkative, I'll give you that
I'll give you that
But, uh, you talk like a cat
On the twenty-eighth day, period
I'll neuter your future
You don't- You don't know- You
I'm the one to which one turns for help in desperation in some funk
Like A-Plus did in DNA Club like a lady
You gone spend three hundred on a three-eighty?
Stupid ass n*gga, you not phat
You don't belong with a gat, you belong with a mack
Join our crew, we'll call you phat c*ck
You can bring me my jock draws, mascot
Hey, you don't know
Where's my lunch? I'm having a sucker for supper
Suckling sap, tap water flower
I be beyond like Evian
Tell Tajai to get out your ear
n*gga, come jump on my di*k, my name is Saafir
Come bring me my nameplate, n*gga your game is fake
You a mark, you pulled your sh*t down on stage
n*gga, I seen sh*t drippin' out that little booty
Yeast infection in that section
Hey, come f*ck with me
Come f*ck with me

[Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics]
Saafir, Saafir
You's a b*tch
Always talkin' 'bout that sh*t
You from Fresno hollerin' 'bout Westside O
You not from two-fo'
Don't nobody from Westside know who you are
My name is Tajai and I am a star
How many units have you moved in your lifetime?
About three, you get booed whenever the
Show is in the Eastside O
Or even the West Coast, no you do not flow
On beat, it go one, two, three, four
You see how the snare clap? That's where you're supposed to drop the flow
But no, you don't even understand that
You sound like a white boy on crack
Not to diss the white race cause that
Type of people even flow better than you
You hella wack, you're from the Hobo Junction crew
I feel sorry for you mayne
You don't got no cash
You got a p*ssy house cat, a p*ssy ass couch
A dirty ass mattress
You asked me for some mail f- for rhymin'
Back in the day, back this is
Way back when
You had them glow in the dark sole shoes
They was clear, too
This is the truth, you used to be a dancer
Poke used to have a Jheri curl on the top
He was a prancer
Had it sectioned off, like he was gettin' dreadlocks
But you can not have knots
And a perm at the same time
My rhyme, is the bestest
West Coast, who wanna represent the Westest?
Tajai, shut the f*ck up
I gotta drop it, yo
I always say a fresh ass rap
None of y'all get some dap
Talkin' 'bout Westside
Y'all n*ggas don't wanna ride
All of y'all some suckas
When I drop
All of y'all know that I drop the ruckus
Tajai
Yeah, the best microphonist

[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
Ohhh aye
Check me out now I'm back on the clown
Check me out, check me out now, hey, hey, hey
I never f*cked so many freaks in one night
But it ain't no fun if the Junction can't have none
But wait, wait
How you gone speak on gats talkin' 'bout I'll shoot ya
Transformin' from dreads
And Punky Brewster-ass sweaters and skateboards, hey
Now come on
You swear up and down you started me freestylin'
n*gga, I been rhymin' since you was a younger coward
I did my first demo when you was a memo in a love letter
Straight hustlin', spittin' sacks, movin' the crowd
Robbin' n*ggas like you that went to Bishop O'Dowd
I'll twist my shroud and twist my sh*t
On a level you never seen
n*gga you got white cream drippin' out that
Infection section
Started back in the day
In September of ninety-three do you remember
When uh, you and [?] used to come over my house and buy sacks from me?
I still get down with like, [?]
You used to want weight gainin', me to weight train you
But you couldn't gain two pounds
It wouldn't have done no good, you ain't down
You a mark, you a mark
I'm gettin' docked by the trigger, playmate for my diction
Saucy with the science, the fact is there's no fiction
You're scary
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air with a slang dictionary
n*gga you still play Pictionary
With mom and dad
You grew up with wing dings named Buffy and Brad
Used to talk like this
'That's rad! Let's go surfing!' j*rky like a nerd
Real n*ggas in the land, that was happenin' with your clown ass clan
Now some of you n*ggas I didn't have no beef with
But if you steppin' to me, I'm leavin' you with a wreath
Tipped around that neck six feet deep in a tape deck
Let's take it to wax and see whose sh*t is really phat
But them heads is too bloated and them flows is root beer floated
You pencil neck p*ss colored Gumby, you can't f*ck with me

[Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics]
Ooooooh
Now that's an example of a wack
Emcee on crack
If you listen to that
And give it dap, you as stupid as f*ck
Shut the f*ck up
With that fake Westside sh*t
Cause y'all be everywhere with
Your doin' ass sucka asses
n*ggas try to f*ck with me but I take classes
My brain is amass and swift
Phat ass rap sense
You do not have the genetic make up
To rap fresher than me, really
You fake sucka-ass duck
Don't you know if I wrote a flow for you
You couldn't kick it as dope as who?
Tajai, cause you don't know nothin' about the beat
Every time you kick it
Either the rap is goin' faster than the beat
Or you are goin' faster than the f*ckin'-
God damn it I'm sweet
I'm the master, always comin' dope faster
Emcees is weak plastered
It's how I feel but I'm real
Everybody know Saafir is from Fresno
Hollerin' about the O
Westside, c'mon, don't lie, yo
Nobody in the Westside knows you
Plus you told me that you used to like f*ck the b*tch-
White b*tches
With motherf*ckin' lint in they as*h*le
Dude, that's disgusting, you told me that
OK, listen, you should listen to the things
That you tell a n*gga when we was buzzin' off that morphine
You was like 'God damn, potna
You know what I really like doin' is bankin' on b*tch when's I'm on there
Bare, hittin' it from the back'
But you cannot rap as phat as Tajai
And that's some freak ass nasty sh*t
You went to jail for p- for tryin' to poison a n*gga
That's some old medieval sh*t, some faggot sh*t
Why didn't you buck that n*gga like you be talkin' about
Yo, I be taggin' with
Wack rappers straight off the head because I'm phat with new
Brand new flows, emcees you are all wack
Every single one of you
You have no future
If you died tomorrow, nobody would trip
Cause we rip
The microphones and everybody is happy
When we come dope, have you ever ripped a show?
I'm your pappy
Y'all look up to me
I'm the original G from the Hieroglyphics crew
E-S-O, that's the place we go to
Sobrante, plus, uh, nah, nah, nah, yo
Got to give a shout to ten-trey and ten-six
Can't forget the Flowers clique and this
All about eight-deuce cause that's how we do
n*ggas can't f*ck with the Hieroglyphics crew
Then we take it to Richmond, E-S-O
Is the place to start, to N-S-O, W-S-O
Yeah we can't forget the Sucka Free
Cause everybody in the- I ain't kickin' no writtens cause T
Is the freshest rapper in this planet
Interplanetary, and you can not fool with me
If he change up the beat
I can still rap it, rip it, move it swift
But since I'm a dope rapper, I don't go off beat, sh*t
You a wack ass emcee
All of y'all ain't sold about seven records
I got the promo and took it back for some mail
Then I got a little sack, because you know that I'm, um
To no avail you try to try
I kick it off the dome and still come doper and fly
You try to talk about me
But you have everything that I don't want
And I am everything you envy
It's just like that
I can't lose nothing
All of you is wack emcees, you bluffing
You're stuffing, all of you drop because, yo
I bring up swift
And everybody gonna vote for me when you call
So we can all get smoked
Off that G you betted against us, cause yo
You better come up off it
Or you gonna be up inside a coffin
Eastside O, we just drop it
It's just like that
I'm about to mack because I know
Exactly how to it go, that's the flow

[King Saan of Whoridas & Hobo Junction]
What?
Tajai, I'm a rag doll your ass like a red nose pit
Mixed with sense, Whoridas, King Saan, Mr. Tay
Hobo Junction representin', any way, crack the pave-
Ment, but dome C-A-L-Ls, forties of sales
Who clocks the mail when we ride that Rolex
Playa hatas place up, get kicked in the gut
f*ck king of flash
But borin' wasn't scorin' in this game of laceration
b*tch ass n*gga, I'm a start placin'
My antics in your front yard
f*ck your sister and then your mother
n*gga I'm a make you funk with me, sucker
n*gga this is Westbound found
n*gga I'm a see you in that Range Rover
You and your b*tch can get over
The, uh, free-way ramp
n*gga you's a scamp and you roll in a uh
Toyota
You can't f*ck with Yoda
I'm a master, blaster
n*gga you shatter like plaster
Mark ass n*gga can't f*ck with the gravedigger
f*ck with me n*gga I got Mr. Taylor
Do me a favor smack this n*gga named Casual, n*gga
I'm a start the funk a spell
That dome n*gga thrown King Saan that bomb daily
f*ck with me I'm like Bailey catching bodies
With no shotties
Straight uppercuts with these thangs
I don't bang or slang
I just get down with the G thang
n*gga can't f*ck with the di*k slang
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Pep Love of Hieroglyphics]
Let me tell you somethin'
Let me tell you somethin'
When I rhyme I compete
And when they think about Pep Love they want to take it to the street
Because I'm dark skin
Hella big
I'll hit a n*gga in his mouth and embark in
To another journey
If you wanna step to Pep Love you gonna earn these props
Because you know who I am
You better knock me out cause I got another program
The Hobos is so slow at the mind
When I grab the microphone I have to rhyme
And you n*ggas just be talkin'
Off the beat
While I'm hawking your b*tch
Cause you be trustin'
You wanna step to us when you be rhymin' I'm bustin'
A whole 'nother combustion
A new invention
When I grab the microphone I'm pinchin'
Your hoe on the ass, and then I'm
Gonna tell you your whole crew's a cinch
When I try to rhyme
That n*gga Big Nous? He's a coward
He hold my n*gga Phesto hand
When your n*gga rolled up and tried to hit my n*gga in his face
I grab the microphone and kick the bass
All y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my crew
What you wanna do?
My name is Pep Love I come new
And y'all n*ggas be mockin' Saafir
If you wanna do what I do I know you fear
Itself, Casual
On the microphone I'll grab you all
In the grasp of my hand and crush you
I have control over you because I bust new
Styles
What you wanna do? I'll
f*ck your crew from the back
And then it's like that
I drink the 'yac
You n*ggas be drinkin' water
Because I slaughter
All a y'all punk ass n*ggas
Get sunk, six feet deep
If you wanna try you flunk
You get a F if you step to Pep Love
Yeah, you feel the last breath that you ever had
My name is Pep Love I'm clever
If you ever step to me you had
Another motherf*cking dream
When I grab the microphone I'm ducking teams
Of emcees

[Big Nous of Hobo Junction]
Let the mic be on, check it in
All I hear is walk
When Pep talk, you need a-
Your sh*t's kinda wack
The same style since Euclid
I pump sh*t up
I holded your man's hand to save his life
Yeah brotha
n*gga like I lounge with strife
Because I binked him in the forehead, a check it in
A brotha come from the brain
Of course you don't wanna feel the pain
When I freestyle you best to refrain
I check it in when I come, I come
I'm nuttin', I'm causin' babies
I caused about six when I made the Hieroglyphics
So check it in
When I come from the brain
Of course who wants to come next?
Because n*ggas don't wanna feel
The style, don't wanna come real
Came from Vans, now they got bald heads
Tryin' to come with style, but who wants to the pro-
Filin', f*ckin', I'm dealin' with amateurs
I'm never stuck, who wants to be next to
Be in that Hieroglyphic ass
n*ggas be butt

[Opio of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics]
Backstabbin' ass n*ggas like you
Make me furious, curious where you got your style from
Oakland Z know I'm not dumb
When I hop on the microphone I'll c*m right in your girl's mouth
n*gga no I don't come from down south
East Oakland, kill a n*gga, my pops is your lawyer
You came to my house every single day
And did not say sh*t, pus*y whipped b*tch
And your crew, too, ya can't say sh*t to me
Oakland Z when I grab the microphone a frenzy of sharks
Y'all are all some marks
Standin' on the other side, yeah we ride
Down the strip every day and pop at hella b*tches, n*gga
Take 'em to the 'tel, you ain't nothin' but a mark
Don't say sh*t, cause yous a liar
Catch ya all out there, set ya on fire
Yeah like that, on the mic right now
The n*gga whiplash ya, you know the boy, his mind
Pass the mic to the next n*gga who want it
Oakland Z flaunted
Yeah, all y'all n*ggas taunted and got teased
But you know I skeezed ya b*tch
n*gga get stitched up
Shut the hell up
Hieroglyphics reign supreme, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all n*ggas is wack

[Unknown Rapper with Hobo Junction]
f*ck them Hiero n*ggas
I beat vanguards that be rat packin'
Fat rodents that claimin' The Town
You got mopped by swang bangers, ya better flee
See, we outlaw gratitude of flagrant fouls
Vagabonds verbose with the vocab
I'm talkin' to you Larry
You're too ordinary
Don't cross The Bay without your ferry token
The ghetto toll's due at high tide
But you can't wake the show with lullabies
The bedtime stories you call freebies
Goodnight, lousy
You made Oakland drowsy
With that Pep talk
Phesto, I nodded on that sh*t
Three dots with an underline means recycled placement
From children outta pocket
That tasted war already when you dissed Fellowship
Exit stage left to the forest
I cut the trees for paper
Oh excuse me
But you know you ain't got no win when it comes to the junction
Because I'm sockin' you in the chin, n*gga
I'm tongue lashing ripping up on pseudos and witlings
You hillbilly mutants
Me oh my I'm gone won ton, you're perilous to evoke
The wretched flurry, man
I got the jewelry turnin' em squeamish
Hippie Hieroglyphs need a fix of hop
From the hungry Hobo Junction munchin' up on the meanest
Rippin' worn out syringes
It's sickening to see you up in rehab
Sucking up with the group hoes A-M
F-M, weapons display in jettison, I'm
f*cking up these n*ggas, it's the Hobo Junction
They nothin' but gin swiggas
I'm stealing their flow, cause they just don't know
That the Hobo Junction is kickin' them n*ggas to the flo'

[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
Yeah
Yo I been waitin' to partake in your heart rate
Stop it's no breath, six feet underground like an ostrich
Ain't no radio ref in the street
You used to dress like a white man
You can't jump, you won't leap, freak
Freak
You look like a caveman in diapers, hey
Wipe my nut off your chin, I'm-
Wipe my nut off your chin
I'm through oozin'
You look like an illusion perverted
I'm a pyromaniac
This vagina Hiero brain that lack response to real comp
Westside
And I'm not just hollerin' it, yeah
This ain't as deep as your father can get
n*gga wh- You never touched down in the East
You never touched down in the East
The only time you ever left the top of eight-deu-

[Saafir of Hobo Junction (Continued)]
You never touched down in the East
The only time you never leave
You never touched the top of eight-deuce you only left to get some weed
Oh, but now you on the west
Now you on the west
Where you gone get put to a real solider test
I provide sick mentals with pleasure when I flip
You provide measurement for my di*k
'Aye yo Saafir
You macked on that hoe ill
And that's fo' real'
It shows, n*gga you a rest haven for hoes
n*gga yours told me
Khia showed me her beaver, don't trip don't leave her
You needed to rape that ass after I break that ass like a twig
Like I did at the Crash Palace
I'm a send that ass to the house in a blouse
With a sign on your back that say 'Casual's phat
In the stomach'
n*gga you can't flow, you can't flow, I swallow dams
Ain't no Hieroglyphics, just holograms
You ain't tight, you transform like transvestite
Hey, lemme know the next time you plan to share
So I can tell my folks you ridin' in vans with feds
I hate snitches
God damn it I hate snitches
I'm a leave snitches in stitches with fleas
Stuck with put ya foot in ya mouth disease
n*gga, put ya f*ckin' foot in ya mouth
You need to run your ass back down south with Luke
You too cute
But then again, you an ugly motherf*cker
Hey, hey, hey
The only reason you got with Khia is because I was done
Seein' her, hey
Believe me when she come to the house I'm a be ready to send her ass back down
With her mouth on the dong
Hey, I got sh*t but the rhyme don't matter
I got batter, I got a spoon
I got a fat cow that jumps over the moon
And Casual's gonna be waitin' for me with a goon
On his shoulder, hey
You got a iguana well let's get a little bit bolder
Cause when we leave your honor- Your honor-
Your honor, he's got a plea
Cop a plea, n*gga, cop a seat, hey
I got ya in the toilet seat
It's time for you to put your head under the
Motherf*ckin', uh, whatever, n*gga
Mayne you tryin' to come tight, n*gga
Hey come ti-
Mayne put that n*gga on

[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
Like this
Casual is not no amateur
Before you don't know I got hoes from here to Canada
And plus, I got a whole lot of flows
I got your hoes on my jock
What the f*ck you talkin' 'bout? I be breakin' ya rhymes
I made you like Frankenstein
You's a busta you must adjust to the sh*t that I be kickin'
Casual is not comin' written
I been doin' it like that, and plus you don't know, you's a busta
Look at me in my eyes, you must have been from Fresno
Like my folks be tellin' me
Where when we be on the mic I kick a melody
Casual, you lookin' like a bast*rd, so
Take your ass back where to it came from you asscrack
I'm a motherf*ckin' mic ripper
Clever, you'll never
Be as good as this
What? You miss every time you aim
Casual is the man I bring pain
Yes I do it just like this, you can ask my folks
I'm a master killin' you jokes
What y'all hollerin'?
Y'all are small in that rap sh*t
I be rippin' it with the raps and ya have to
Step on back cause the mack will attack
Your whole wack crew
The Hobos is really hobos, don't got no place to stay
I hop on the mic and let you know I display
A lot of lyrics
A lot of music, my crews get
Hype when we rappin'
What the f*ck you lookin' at, man?
You's a busta, Jay
Whatever the f*ck you hollerin'
I'm rappin' today
Doin' it like this, Casual will ruin it
And I'm tellin' you, you fail when you doin' it
I'm grabbin' the mic and stabbin' you like a dyke
Because you know that Casual's hype
Yeah, and I'm doin' it correct-ly
You best respect me, y'all some bustas
Get out of my face

[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
Yeah you phat in body weight
It'll probably take me shovin'
Calluses down your throat to pull up something dope
n*gga your sh*t is weak, shallow ass n*gga
But don't trip, peep
This n*gga Casual be barely brushin' his teeth
Uh, gingivitis
Your pain got arthritis
Which author is the tightest
n*gga I'm thick like fog, but you missed it
I'm uncut cocaine, n*gga you Bisquick
And I'm a battle that ass into a coma
n*gga, your sh*t is dry
You the type of n*gga that'll snitch and lie to get out some funk
You on a live-in titty, n*gga you still green
You and your sister got the same inseam
Pantyliner
A candy-ass rhymer
You get props in North Carolina or some-motherf*cking-where, where
Where white boys dress up like hoo riders
And buck shots at ducks and ride pick up trucks in a stick up
I know you'll b*tch up, I watched half your crew fold like clothes
The Souls of Mischief ain't nothin' but the souls of b*tch sh*t
You punk ass Grass Valley seven-deuce Mali' car washer
n*gga you got the nerve to put my name in your mouth?
n*gga don't you know I'll have you hurlin' for the rest of your life?
I'll have my b*tch
Lynch your ass, you'll sh*t
She'll chop off your di*k, split ya sh*t
And eat that pus*y
And eat that little pus*y ya got
Hey mayne, don't f*ck with me I got, uh
n*gga, Heckler and Koch, f*ck a G-lock
You better recognize real game
f*ck pain, uh
Ahh

[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
When I rhyme, though
n*gga it's the pimpin' and Casual is the best
So you best to go back to where you came from
I claim them styles
Then kill you all, you fall, I'm the mack
I rhyme swell
Rippin' it on K-M-E-L
Takin' your mail and goin' to buy a big fat sack from Lee
Smokin' weed on the air, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' bear like you don't believe
But you won't retrieve a style tighter
Than the rhyme writer
I'm on top and I say thanks to my potnas
The gangstas who gone kill you
And fill you up with it
Casual is the man and I buck critics
Of the microphone rocker, I'm a shock ya
Like a Wes Craven creation
You know that Casual is the best you behavin'
Like you ancient you ain't knowin'
It's all about the raps, perhaps you ain't feelin' me
I got ability
You ain't showin' nothin', you butt when you flow
This is off the top of the dome, I just made it
Didn't spend a week writin'
I'm comin' tight and you ain't knowin'
Casual is the man flowin'
You lookin' stupid, go home and loop it
This a phat track, now what you gonna do when
I hop on the mic and confront you
Cause you's a busta, sucked in Menace II Society
Tryin' to act hard but you are not as fly as me
I ain't trippin' cause it's off the top
Casual is the man and you soft two drops

[Saafir of Hobo Junction]
I'm done with this motherf*cker but before I cut
I gotta let him know I'm a go up in the gut
Hey n*gga I seen you and uh Snupe in the east
Jockin' n*ggas like a priest
Choppin', n*gga you don't be rockin'
I seen Snupe at the motherf*ckin' Jive showcase
Goin' out like a mark
n*gga Keith Murray whole crew jumped on stage in the dark
And damn near knocked his ass out
Hey check this out
Your class is, uh
Has no snout
You're like pigs, you big fat oink-sidin' been waitin' to split a [?]
Hey, you n*ggas is like shallow licks
I hear you freestyle like the fellowship
Hey but don't trip, though
You got your styles, you dope
Hey but we gone keep it real like that
Motherf*cker real gat, motherf*ckin' real stab
Motherf*cker just clownin', I'm out like that
I'm out like that
It's over, it's over

[Mike T of Cytoplasmz with Hobo Junction]
Check this out
I came to this motherf*cker to run my mouth
Now you probably thought I wasn't gonna say sh*t
But n*gga y'all play freestyle raps for nothin'
Y'all weak, I think ya frontin'
I remember when one of y'all was caught up on stage with Black Moon
Huffin' and puffin'
Couldn't catch your breath, you left
You blew it, and y'all knew it
Now I done stepped in the door
That high yellow pompous bast*rd just hit the floor
And you're wack for yellin' that sh*t
Wanna be a real emcee? Battle me, you'll get that ass whipped
Nah it ain't through, nah I ain't done
I'll lick the mic until your whole crew c*m
And watch your sister, uh, 686 Layla
I tried to but uh, I didn't
Cause I didn't think it was worth hittin'
You missed for tryin' to diss
Ain't this a b*tch? I done came in this
Cause I'm infamous when I decides to kick
Wipin' emcees away like snot
And then scratchin' my di*k, cause y'all like crabs
Wanna take it to a freestyle flow? You don't know the half
I'm Mike T, I represent Cytoplasm, I came with the Junction
Because I heard n*ggas was funkin'
Now what's up? Y'all been caught by the rough imbecilic
You wanna take me out but y'all don't feel it
I remember when I used to shake y'all hands
And you used to look down on a n*gga like I was your fan
But I never gave a f*ck, I had my own sh*t
I had my own beats, I make my own hits
Y'all n*ggas strong, but now, here's some di*k
You wanna make a G? We'll here's me, I have
Nothing but a buck fifty in my pocket
But if y'all put a G up I will not stop it
Y'all can ask ya potna who's poppin'
Now c'mon, it's common logic
You know it ain't the way it's gone be
I ain't gone stop it, I'm imbi-
And aw sh*t, they freaked the beat, an-

[Tajai of Souls of Mischief & Hieroglyphics]
n*ggas is wack
Ya gotta stop, Mike T
I remember when you used to write raps right next to me
And say 'How does this sound?'
'Is this the right usage of this word?'
You's a motherf*ckin' herb you from the 'burbs
I'm gonna beat that ass down and take all your money
Which is thirty cents, all your life is straight spent
My name is Tajai
I come from the East Side of O
You know exactly who you look to
To find the exact flow
For you to kick
Against that Hieroglyphics sh*t
We comin' fly
n*ggas know it's from the Eastside
Everybody know eight-deuce is where we got pride
We always droppin' this
Mike T, yo my topic's swift
You wack and it's likely that I'm gonna drop you
b*tch ass n*gga, why you wanna rap?
Tryin' to side, you was the n*gga that told me that
Saafir was on the radio dissin' us
And we should go get him, and now you backin' him on the radio?
You's a b*tch!
Ooh, you's about to lose your life
I'm serious, I'm a gouge out your eyes
And f*ckin' choke ya
And that's off the hip-hop tip
But now I got to drop it
Cause I'm a broker
Gettin' cash
Invested in my mind and I'm
Gonna hire you one day
You gonna be like 'Tajai, hook me up with a job'
And I'm a be like, 'Hell naw
You used tried to rob us on the flow you f*ckin' hoe'
You pus*y-ass havin' an emcee
You gonna f*ck with me and you know that I'm
Handling wack emcees try to step
I have a rep that I must maintain
Hieroglyphics three times for your brain
b*tch!

[Mike T of Cytoplasmz with Hobo Junction]
Check, check
Alright, enough
You ain't tough, you ain't even gone throw no blows
I heard you ran back to the Wake Up Show tryin' to get in
Cause a n*gga wouldn't win if it came to blows
Now when it comes to flows, you in
I will not lose because I won't, will I
I will not bow on my knees and suck nobody else's di*k
Like it was a c*ck
You weak, you flock with a pack that won't get your back
Now if you wanna talk that sh*t
I was down in the weed spot
Heard rumors about n*ggas sippin' that hop
But now I will not drop no nonsense
I come common with sense
n*ggas be bombin' but it's ignorance
You been holdin' me back for two years
And I think it's about time I let my flow be heard clear
Wake Up Show won't let me come on no more
Because I'm strong and I think you been
Ridin' on the wrong n*gga's ding dong
Tajai, go back to motherf*ckin', uh, Stanford
Because you can't be standin'
I planted your head in the ground
You's an innocent bystandin'
Because I was around
When it was time to have some n*ggas funkin' down
Mike T, learn to say it
Because when I come out n*ggas gone have my album and play it
In your face, and you's weak tryin' to point
And if I take a style like freestyle
And then I will be back in the meanwhile
Go back cause if I ever catch you gettin' jacked
They'll probably send you to the penile
I'll snitch on some tricks, I won't lie
Just to see them n*ggas go to jail and die
Now what's the f*ck up
Mike T in the cut
And I'll say it like this cause I don't give a f*ck

[Pep Love of Hieroglyphics]
It's like this
I'm seekin' out the Junction
With the heat seeker
When I grab the microphone I reap respect, damn
These n*ggas like Mike T
Is just a little speck of sand on the microphone and
I'll tell him he's bland
When I see him I be like
Scrapin' my elbow
Get the f*ck away from me, Hell no
You can't get a motherf*ckin' prop
When I grab the mic I rock
Get off my di*k because it goes non-stop
When I grab the microphone I dance and prance
When I grab the microphone I tell ya hoes that
You's a hoe trusta, and a busta
Gettin' at a fourteen year old
And I scold you
And your motherf*ckin' whole crew
Motherf*ckin' all of you
Y'all n*ggas get scald and boiled
When I grab the microphone I call, y'all n*ggas fold when I foiled
Your whole plot
When I grab the microphone emcees is not
The motherf*ckin' sh*t
When I grab the microphone I'm buckin' ya whole click
The Hobo Junction get scrunched in my hand
I eat 'em for a luncheon
When I grab the microphone
I'm punchin' ya punks
In your motherf*ckin' eye, get a black one
I'm a mack one, n*gga deny
That I'm fresh
Give a f*ck about a n*gga gettin' jumped
I'm saving my own flesh
Runnin' for the motherf*ckin' side
When I hoo ride, you guide
Yourself to me
And when you cap on my n*ggas you wanna take me to the street?
Why? Because I'm dark skinned and you're light skinned
And I'm ready for fightin'?
I'll knock any motherf*cker out in a minute
You wanna step to me then I'll spin it
Like a motherf*ckin twelve hundred, I'm wonderin'
You wanna step to me then I'll knock you on the ground
You get plundin', pummelled
And I'm gonna make emcees really humbled
They like, 'What's up Pep? What's up Pep?
What's up Pep, how you doin'?'

[Unknown Rapper with Hobo Junction]
f*ck that sh*t
Talkin' about this weak ass sh*t
f*ck these b*tch ass tricks
That try to step in my mix, but I got
Phat rhymes and my style's surprisin'
In these, ho, I come from the dome
K-M-E-L Wake Up Show, what's up?
Holmes, hops, you wanna get some of this?
I fly be rippin' emcees be slippin'
Come up to my set, rich Town n*gga
I have ya ass dippin'
Like some f*ckin' gold
n*gga what's up n*gga your ass is scolded
Like this is your mother
What's up, n*gga, I ain't your brother
b*tch ass n*gga, when did you figure me out?
f*ck that I'm on a different route
I never play left, I keep on the right because my style's too hype
Ah, I'm too tight like I was eight
n*gga what's up I don't make mistakes, b*tch
sh*t, n*gga

[Jullie-D of Underground Rebellion with Hobo Junction]
If we gone start this then start this
But n*ggas let be real
Don't be talkin' bout The Flatlands if you up and on that hill, um
I'm the bad man, comin' from West Oakland
Pimpin' and sh*t like your motherf*ckin' hoes and um
I be destroying all suckas like you
Um, Saafir, who started this? Casual, it had to be you
The weakest n*gga in the Hiero crew
The softest n*gga in your click is Del the smo- the Homosapien
So feel that, n*gga I be pimpin' this
sh*t when I kick it I'm wicked I get ill and I'm the
Bad man comin' from West Oakland
Never ever jokin', provokin'
You n*ggas to stuff it like a token
I be spittin' the sh*t like Chuck E. eat cheese
I be beggin' you please get up on the M-I-C
And display your skill, n*gga be real
If you dream about defeat the MC
Wake up, slap yourself and apologize to me
Cause n*gga I'm from the W-E-S-T
S-I-D to the E, O-A-K-L-A-N-D
It's the J to the U, L-L-I-E as in D
You know, from the U-N-D
E-R-G-R-O-U-N-D
The bad man, you don't understand it
Comin' from West Oakland
Next time you decide to talk that sh*t
Make sure you know who you f*ckin' with, trick
Um, it's like that and um, it's like this, and um
I be kickin' it on the 1-0-6, and um
With my n*gga named Sway, but OK
I see you got the earphones on I guess you ready to um, flow
Lookin' like you noddin' off
You need to quit f*ckin' with that sh*t
You'll um, a little b*tch
I heard you went to Skyline, never could rhyme
I see you Hieros in Atlanta, Georgia
At the Freaknik, tryin' to be sick
But you was the wackest n*ggas on the bill
So um, chill, relax, take a back seat
I be kickin' this sh*t like a motherf*ckin' emcee
From the East Coast, that's where you need to be
Cause y'all n*ggas don't sound like no n*ggas from the town
The West bound, the get down
Kickin' that sh*t all the time
I rhyme starin' you dead in your eye
n*ggas ask me why I be so damn wicked
I heard this Eastside n*gga was talkin' sh*t
About the West, it's the best
I press from the West Coast, to the West side
I ride, I high side, hoo ride
With that n*gga five point O you was in on your video
n*gga come anew with your own sh*t
Cause you are weak you need to sit back
And listen to the words that you speak cause um
Oh me, oh my, oh why do you make such wack lyrics
n*ggas don't wanna hear it
I'm the sickest n*gga that you ever gonna meet
I'm the Jullie-D mayne and from the West Oakland streets
n*gga, you from the hill, n*gga straight weak
Poppin' those pills spittin' that um
Gaddafi
n*ggas back up off me
Cause I'm the sickest n*gga in the industry

[Casual of Hieroglyphics]
When I hop on the mic, my folks I give thanks to
He can't rap, he must be a gangsta
Casual is on the mic, I'm tellin' you like this
I ain't a slanger, but I'm a tell ya
I will bang a phat flow in your face
And disgrace ya whole crew
You know Casual and I know you
The mic went on and so you're slippin'
Casual is rippin', lettin' n*ggas know I'm equipped
When I kick a rhyme, it's time
For Casual to eat on up
The wack I beat on, emcees who don't know that I'm back
With the phat flow to lift ya off the ground
Casual is profound and let an emcee know I'm world renowned
When I hop on the mic I like to do
That's just how I do my style is new
And all of you Hobos is wack
So Cas' it calls and Cas'll tell y'all
What went down
I got sound and we about to be out