T-Rex vs Daylyt lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


[Round 1: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with
No matter how, many costumes he put on
It ain't gon equal up to this real sh*t
This remind me of Hov versus Beans or either Kiss versus X n*gga
I mean this ass whooping is actually gonna help Daylyt
It's only gon make him better for the next n*gga
To show em my forearm/four arm I get ya vest shot I'm a vet n*gga
That forearm will show you that Arm Strong I'll leave you Stretched n*gga
It's either a car in his counter or a couch next to that Cortez n*gga
I walk around with hands in my bag, I Dead Prez n*ggas
Dot Mob, we f*ck with you n*gga
Out of all of these stupid antics we let you do what you wanna do n*gga
But these stupid suits is making me think you too comfortable n*gga
I'm Donald Sterling, you on my team
But I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas
I'm letting the rain go/Durango try to Dodge em, squash em
One button could lift em, I garage em
Blaow! Put that Heat to his Calf, I Lebron em
Ratchet kicking in an elevator, I Solange 'em
f*ck is your problem?
You kill me with that tough talk
I let a couple of these wave, you'll get brushed off
I walk up behind him with that I got a gun walk
It seem like Joe been pushing ya buttons/budden til sh*t Jumpoff
My n*ggas is on deck when it come to war
Leave that chicken MC laying in his nugget sauce
His crew Italian leather, that's butter soft
That clip is like an old record cause it's gon' work perfect once I dust it off
I'm different ock, I'm Durant, I don't miss a shot
Pistol/Glock, wanna get ya block?
It'll be missiles shot
Kid you not, rub me the wrong way, it'll be clip and Glock
We use em and bring em back, it's like a gat car rental spot
Word to Paris I'll give his heel ten/Hilton
Then shoot up ya building, we'll see how you building
That fast, I just kill everything you was building
No credit or cash, all we says is bring his bill in
I'm hip to what you think I know
And I'm hip to everything you don't think I know
I'll give em the 32 like 8 times 4
I just killed my buddy I'll teach you how to take Daylyt soul (De La Soul)
And I ain't really wanna battle Lyt, we both on the team
So if I lose it don't matter right, they say brothers fight
That's the reason I'm here thrashing Lyt I'm shady with that .45 I show you how to satellite/saddle
Lyt See I'm leaving with this n*gga head
This my motherf*cking brother but this n*gga dead!
[Round 1: Daylyt]
They done put me in a Hell of a situation, sh*t hot
And yet I step foot on burning grounds
Cause I gotta prove to y'all, the floor fire
Bars, I got a grip, I'll be the supplier/soul plier
Acknowledge it, I gotta spit, so the show could be so liver/saliva
The king I remain, I leave no remains of your sire
I gotta split money, change the game
With a chain of flames to ghost riders/writers
How are we even?
When I'm the show slider
The level I'm at called permanently unemployed for these boys
It gets no higher/hire
I am headed to [?]
And as y'all can see this time Spawn hasn't forgot his cape
I'm just being modest
It's a certain level of tolerance that I would just not tolerate
You one of them n*ggas that probably wanna give me a pound
But you gotta wait/weight
You f*cked, but you don't got a mate
Another n*gga who probably wanna take me out
But you don't gotta date
How can I stop? I don't got a brake
If you don't wanna get planet/planted, give me a lot of space
It's tense, I hope you got defense/the fence, cause I obli-gate
Will I make it back home? I ain't promised fate
I felt the problem soon as I got in state
Knowing that mother nature has cut the cow
So if I die over this beef, it's my mistake (mama steak)
But I'm here, the flow got him in
You who I'm a love next/necks, throat swallowing
The lost no tolerance for the win/wind
I was on the trail to jack it/jacket I'm attacking they coat/cult following
Hollering quill, but I move without looking
I let the booking guide me
I'm Eli with the blurry sight, the same girl he nearly wifed
I look at Lux like when you gon get yo butt in (Joe Budden) the ring To hear he (Tahiry) nice
But they don't know what to think
So many punches they don't know what to drink in this big picture
But I got the Kool aid man, oh yeah
I bust thru you all/wall with the big pitcher
Add that Sugar, he'll/hill gang up on me
But they don't realize I'm Hip-Hop from the start
Rappers Delight And I shine, I'm align to that triangle in the sky
But it's not an actual kite
I'm just hoping I get the win/wind For my city, for my hood, for my son, for my promise
I look at the world and say "I Am Spawn! I got us!"
[Round 2: T-Rex]
Ayo this n*gga is a weirdo
I spent my whole time in the crib
Thinking about what he'll wear or what he might say
I hit my n*ggas like "Yo, I got Daylyt"
They said "cool it should be a light day"
I have my n*ggas tap his heart twice, they'll 'like' day
I'm Ice Cube sh*t I'ma get rich after I Fry day (Friday)
That shotty spark, break body parts, his name will be on a homi chart
I left him f*cked like his body arched
Now he laying down on the ground getting his body chalked
Police don't know where I'm at, I'm like Tommy [?]
You run ya mouth loosely, I come with my Uzi
Then I'm hitting all the members like a Slaughterhouse groupie
sh*t I was raised the player way If a n*gga get out of line, that's when that 8 will spray
Dump a clip on his mug like I'm dumpin the Gatorade n*gga violate, sh*t get ugly as Flava Flay
It'll be Daily News, all night they gon make the page
It'll be Christmas Eve all night I'ma wait on Day
If I miss em they're coming back to get em like layaway
I was taught you had to analyze Mom said, what that mean?
I said master the truth and the lies
Hammer come with a strap with no dance when I say hammer time
I'm shooting everybody in one shot, I'm like the camera guy
I know his freak well, let me give y'all the details
We called her LL by the way she rock T bells
And she choked over the balls like Sprewell
She sent a ex/x ups it said it's email
Mouth crazy and wicked with the head
Sometimes she'll tease a n*gga and just be kissing on the head
She deep throating until I'm nuttin have me twitching up my legs
Crazy part, the whole time this n*gga kids was in her bed
See I'm leaving with this n*gga head
This my motherf*cking brother but this n*gga dead
[Round 2: Daylyt]
Daylyt a.k.a. sun fire a.k.a. I am the hot round
Yeah I'm ticked off but you won't get the clock sounds
Just because the event says Watch Loud
This time it's a risk every second I see minutes hands turning
But it's not ours (hours)
As the clock towers I'm stressed
Knowing they wanna smoke one of the best and I'm sour
And I know if I be too/2 blunt I could probably come up missing
That'll be a double joint they loss
Cause the fingers I pointed at what G's? Us! (Jesus)
And I hope they let me get my point across/a cross
Let's have a conversation, you feel like you a foe? (UFO)
Well I'm not too fond of spaceships
Let's put the metal down I want all my beliebers to settle round, congregation
Look at all the sh*t I got stuck in; constipation
But you still gon see an animal in the stars, constellations
I was the first person, first person shooter, so here comes the Doom
When I draw, see them Tecs, Sean Paul/DMX 'Here Comes The Boom'
I tell them n*ggas even with a hug I couldn't hold back
You get left in the road flat, tragic storm, cold gat
He get hit with the old mack, Donald (?)
I ground the pal, clown get down I got a nursery rhyme nine
I will go and bust round and round
You'll get smoked with a box, that's a loosie pack
n*gga I pop corns like movie snacks
They say birds run in packs, flamingos
Lift a arm, put a dot on a square, Bingo
I will cave-man blocks, rock your street, c*ck the heat
I drawers/draws more than boxer briefs
It's scribble scrabble, all type of sh*t that I'm drawing
My arsenal like the chronicles of Narnia I got all type of sh*t in my closet
Get ya sh*t lit on up, sprayed clown
Lit on up, laid down, James Brown couldn't get on up

[Round 3: T-Rex]
It seems like n*ggas been coming at me on Twitter, they been subtweeting
They don't even add me on Twitter
If you don't @ me, then it ain't @ me lil n*gga
f*ck how tough you talk you can't clap me through Twitter
I mean what you gon do? Twitpic a shell?
Kill me in a tweet and do life in Twitter jail?
I laugh at em to show that n*ggas ain't thorough
It's like I just won a prize the way I gave em the medal/metal
Now laying in the dirt, you'll be better off
A gut shot will make the EMS cut his sweater off
Never off, hit the homicide cause his head his off
It's crazy how the vest on but his head is off
It's gat season, pick up the mac, squeezing
His peoples is going with em, I ain't into flat leaving
The doctor said they pumping his chest, he back breathing
Well good, when he leave the hospital I'm back squeezing
sh*t pop off on my dogs, I'm right there
That 40 wake a n*gga out his sleep like a nightmare
It's ideal, they don't get the idea
To play around with one of my n*ggas with me, I dare
In the fabricated, I'm talking facts, 44 take limbs off like a shark attack
Virgo, in love with my Taurus, she gorgeous
Loud as a man that's 300 pounds and he snoring
See you not mature, I get greasy as amoral
I'm the one that answer the phone when the drama call
Stupid is how stupid does, stupid guys
They talk stupid bout Rex get shot stupid times
Hammer cool and go, I got a stupid nine
And I got the money to run, I ain't gon do the time
These n*ggas get too big for they bridges, til they staple em
The wounds was too big for some stitches
See I don't play right, we'll shoot up ya broad in broad daylight
A left right we'll make his eye close/clothes off on stage
Daylyt See I'm leaving with this n*gga head
You my motherf*cking n*gga, but this n*gga dead

[Round 3: Daylyt]
To come up with this third round, it took a lot of dedication
Y'all see this?
This is a prescription for my Schizophrenia
And as y'all can see I'm all out my medication

{Daylyt goes crazy}
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