[Round 1: QP]
Nigga I got steel to show, know what it take to steal the show?
That's what it take to get here
You ain't ever been to jail, he fishy, am I makin' this clear?
Nigga your career stuck in neutral, when it shoulda shot, straight to fifth gear
Now you the Jordan meme, what that mean? You gon' always be the face of mid-tier
And his gear, all flannels, look like he work at a farm
Nigga your dance video for Chris Stokes I was one word, that's alarmed
Then you, popped locked and dropped it, then I seen you, twerk back your arm
To do the robot to take off your chain, that worked like a charm
Johnny a Democrat thinkin' he a Republican, something he gon' come to learn quick
Political bars yeah political bars something that you unconcerned wit'
Nigga the public spats that I had with each woman, were intense
But my drama like Obama, something you gotta come to terms with
You gon' learn quick at the red light, I say what increases the accuracy? The beam stupid
This cannon, I call it a Canon like an action scene this thing shootin'
Hm mm-mm-mm, hm mm-mm-mm, I had to give it theme music
I been married to my pistol, it always had a little ring to it
I see you as seafood, a piece of you fishy, that's anchovies then
Nigga you part black, that's the part that, understands Toby didn't
Nigga you look like Chris Tucker and, Jackie Chan's only kin
Is that why you look like black in person but on cam'...bodian?
Nigga what's good?
You throwin' hands? Nigga there's more to combat than just knucklin' up
Steel arms jacks up his mental, nigga how many guns have you bust?
John, he caged in, try to slide, he just wanna be tough
Me, I don't have to do the, splits for the punch to be nuts
Nigga get the stomach beat up of your pregnant baby mother that's, having your daughter
I grab where it's water
Before I beat it up I flash this for starters
Slide the barrel up her dress 'til her snatch and it oughta
Show you it's over, that's final, once I put this mag in a Carter
You got a book bag 'cause you smarter, than packin' and strappin'
What's a book bag? 'Cause you smarter, that's a pack and a strap
You battle niggas that's weaker than you, you be padding ya' stats
And after he win he extend his fist out, nigga be asking for daps
Nigga you made NuBorn choke, okay what you want? A pat on the back?
In the past he was wack, terrible too, had to be a phase
Throwin' temper tantrums mid-battle, had to be ya' age
No use cryin' over spilled milk, this ain't the adolescent stage
Cryin' like a newborn what that gon' get you? Rattled in The Cage
And if you whinin' and a newborn we throw the rattle in the cage
Nigga with the cash you'll be amazed, I'm being sincere, you can't get these in Sears, nigga they 350
It's been like that since dealers whipping the back, in 1860
You can't get these in department stores but you may see plenty
I spent thousands on 'em, you know what they're called JC? Pennys
Speakin' of the pen he, never been to jail, you never been to jail right? What's commissary? That's how you eat from within
What about a kite what's that like? Nigga that's how you speak to your friends
But you get the "awws", you get the "awws", behind bars that's 'cause he can pretend
If you never been to jail and did hard time, I got a hard time believin' your pen
Get it? Jail time, if you ain't did jail time or hard time how could you be, leaving the pen
This the end, this the end, this the end
You gon' need a life insurance policy, somebody give me a killer quote and
Ruffle my feathers the gun'll bust, leave the pillow smokin'
Speed up the delivery process, baby this the real Pitocin
And get the paperwork around your death started, you know get the wheels in motion
Are you standing in quicksand? 'Cause from the looks you're sunken
Ask the ruler, he shoulda had at least a, foot more comin'
Look you're shrunken, worthless, misunderstood short munchkin
Make sense 'cause you're a what? A good-for-nothing
[Round 1: JC]
Everything about this coke sniffin'-ass battle is a motherfucking disgrace
I mean your pen is cool but you reach your pinnacle, way before me
And the stories just make it worse, I mean we all believe that you gifted
But I'ma make this shit look worst than a Tink Da Demon description
Might I suggest, you seek intervention? No? Well you wanna talk accomplishments in battle rap right? Well let's explore it
Your biggest one was the "slow it down" and, you got conned out the credit for it
And since then, you've yelled a bunch of complex nothing
And can't get no fear off this rage since the day
He let Swave shove his whole fuckin' career off the stage
I don't wanna hear a backlash or rebuttal, about how he ain't push this nigga that hard
He pushed him, and what made it worse is he tried to finish the bars
What you don't get it? Everything from the blood in my veins to the sweat coming out my pores different
It was like the wise men was right there day one, I was born gifted
But wit' you? Let's admit it
Well don't act like y'all could tell the difference
Y'all'll let him spit it but never know it was, supposed to be cold until the John Doe edit hit it
I don't care if you believe in JC, on some atheist shit
I hear that too much, you make it sound worse with the way you present
We know you don't kill by how you attack, every time you aim it you miss
But this pro, active, you'll get wiped clean off the face of this shit
It's some life-changing shit in this clip Quinton, and it hit different
I promise, he's going to feel a first round, that's Ben Simmons
A chest shot, I had the best docs go try to salvage your blood
Giving this nerd hope
I let the bird go like Noah trying to find land after the flood
I'm a fuckin' ape with a uncontrollable blast radius, nothin' safe
Unpredictable, flow so Mystical they get the puzzled face
Savage shit automatic clip, I spin back again
Cause the shit got an anthem, and when it sing, a nigga drop faster drop faster than Kaepernick
Of course we know this match up is unfair nigga
I'm aware nigga but who cares? The barrel's in your face
That's bald heads pointin' between your eyes like an Airbender
What got you feelin' like you so made nigga? It's way different, on this level
It start on ten with us, don't shit settle
Whole team that grip metal
And it's even more of these niggas, like Dorothy wishes nigga the clique's special
I hear all these "slow it downs" and these "bring it backs" and they cool but these different times
This a sicker mind and you been in yo' bag my nigga now get in mine
I bring it in every battle so make sure they found one
But do not jump on that bitch yet, this is only round one
[Round 2: QP]
You talk about my women, let me cut you off that ain't cool, that's how you kick off defeat
You're a rapper not a pastor, my nigga get off the preach
You were raised on a suburb sidewalks nigga get off the streets
Rice rocket cut it out already shit pause decease
If I give you a portion over 100 the gas 'll hit Walker speed
Get it a Porsche in over a 100 he'll hit Walker speed
See how I broke it down Fast & Furious, that's so he don't drift off to sleep?
I was fuckin' my main bitch givin' her orgasms, while writing for you cause I was all uninspired
Fuckin' my two girlfriends eatin' and thinkin' "Don't nut insider her"
Chillin' in Krispy Kremes with my fat bitch eatin' doughnut inside her
Feelin' like a overworked porn star/seamstress, What's that? So fuckin' tired
And what's inside ya mullato? Black? You only runnin' half of the race
Nigga you's a league hopin' atheist, lookin' for blessings that's a disgrace
Diet tactics, chiropractics to put back in your place
You are L bound that just not through Beasley what a Smrrrrr Smack in the face
Nigga you fasten the pace, my bars slow it down and pass the rewind test
Then what happens? Nigga you a Walking Dead, that's what really eats my flesh
Nigga you'll be on the tube socked lookin' like a knee-high yes
Or get the Scott Summer treatment you wanna peek in? Be my guest
Scott Summers, treatment, wanna peek in, beam, eye, guess you didn't get that last scheme
Do you smoke we high stress only ask 'em once
Nigga I wouldn't smoke with you if you had the weed and the only pack of blunts
I'ma 40 brown bag this drunk, you sweet sugared as a punk
Cool cause you look cool layed out in this picture I'm gonna pack a punch
Nigga I stab him once, give him a cut above the rest fuck a gun or a strap
The pen like a grenade but the blade, that'll be the point of attack
The shank if he front, watch him get stuck in his back
Blood in his lap, on his dress pants, that was his best chance to have him cut him some slack
Deadly knife, Wesley Snipes, custom the Blade cost
Wrapped in a red rag I'm dead ass to get tucked into they cross
The line watch ya man get plain stuck from the take-off
If we face off it'll get raised the same way, you'll get cut from the same cloth
I came from the west, but live in the east I'm good coast to coast
The greatest writer, A's and higher misunderstood quote to quote
I'm too animal, you know what nigga that could or would float ya boat
No two animals Noah nigga coulda wood float ya boat
So I vote for every cast per member, that just goes to show
No if I [?] every Casper member that's ghost to show
He don't come close to dope, he gon' disappoint don't bring him back
Close, dope, he gon' disappoint don't bring him back
He gon' snitch behind bars, leave you behind bars despite the joint [?] Splinter rat
Ninja turtle lookin' nigga be the one to point the finger at
No no, Ninja Turtle, look it nigga, who do we wanna point the finger? Rat
And that's the joint to Splinter at
Have I sold bitches my penis? Facts
I tell my bitches fuckin' for free nothin' is funny
Pay Daphee or it bugs me that's a duck and a bunny
I woulda did this battle for free nigga my stomach is hungry
5K charity, I pledge to give you a run for your money
Nigga how this was funded was funny
Funny it's a prepaid body nigga, like when you pay an expens
Stick to my guns on point that's a bayonet then
You a B-Boy right? How about I make your head spin?
Decapitate ya
Once I break ya neck then throw it in the river
How fast? What? To make your head swim
Death by a jelly fish I had to tell him the clear price
Groundhog Day is rap [?]shit, he had a hell of a year like
Back to back on repeat I can tell your career's like
Bambi's mother how it died while it held on for dear life
[Round 2: JC]
I'm pretty sure, this is an opportunity to say some really fire shit today
I mean you be getting looked over, and you ain't no pushover but you ain't really in the way
On your road to success, you took bad moves and now it's just too easy to look past you
I told niggas I was battling you, they immediately wanted it to be the Qleen QP
I told 'em we all outta luck, I don't even think this is a clean QP
I still remember when I first met you bro'
No I don't, I don't even give a fuck
Bro you couldn't survive half my fitness
Everything from your Grind Time shit 'till now ain't half my digits
You fuckin' fiends chasing a Cartel, well that's quite fittin'
But you ain't been nowhere since you got here, just stuck on Black Ice, slippin'
Fuck your space, my whole circle clap like a huddle break
We brought whole pins to get the perfect shot, we got a hundred takes
Your pen is acceptable, but there's levels in mine
My shit shake the room, it feels like John Dough editin' live
Now yo' shit? All ways you know it, time's tickin' slow homie
And just 'cause you can't here don't mean it's a gold Rollie
It means your watch broken, stop jokin'
The fo' on me, and it got kick like the glow on me
Pack up safe and hit the roll, or get ate with the Diesel like the 'fro Kobe
Look at the damage that one man did
One hand, the fifth low like Bro' man crib
You wife up bitches and it explains a lot but who really needs y'all help?
I creep low with the hammer, all stealth
What I spit got straight through to him, he felt different on the inside afterwards cause it was heart felt
Now where you get all this braggin' from? Marv beat you with half the punches
You should take some time off I'm certain
I even tried to find all the jewels y'all say he drop
When I rewind all his verses like "What the fuck is all the hype about?"
These ain't even gems, but fans'll praise the wrong shit 'til they find out it's worthless
You runnin' out on a plug ass nigga, Jack City that fits you perfect
Well with these stipulations you gotta get down with it
Cause when that trial endin' we make loud visits
Nigga that white girl will have choppers, surrounding your crib like Chris Brown in it
I don't know what you found Quinton but you gon' need more than a couple schemes
That candy go straight to your brain, amongst other things
You shoulda try to go get clean first bro', we don't fuck with fiends
You shoulda tried to go get Qleen first and double team
I'm in my prime, and whoever decide to rock with him after what he showed y'all, pure ignorance
Especially on some business shit, I don't even know if the Lions can find a worse nigga to kick it with
[Round 3: QP]
I said this finna be a longer trip being drive from Pontiac
Keep gettin killed, keep gettin killed, keep coming back
You like a zombie; facts
Cracks me up thinkin' he ill when he not, what's that? That's a hypochondriac
No cracks me up thinkin' he Ill , no fuck it I'ma hypochondriac
This pussy emulate, insunate like some type of copycats
And when I sat down and wrote for this bitch, it was just like writin' Bonnie's raps
And how he black frontin', lookin' like Pharrell meet Mr. Carter
Your dad is black, that's me yeah look at me it's your father
Nigga the Chinese eyes got you vulnerable for me to put my seed in your mama
So I can half black on this nigga cause weak spots that chink in his armor
I say draw the top five writers dead or alive we amongst the tip top
One and two or two and three sometimes even fourth and fifth spot
But after this on the list y'all will see me and him swap
Reminds me of the old ads that MCI and Sprint got
Cause he before me and after me we can all see that pin drop
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? The house evictions and how the bitches wigged out in two states
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? The resorts when I resort to livin' out a suitcase
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? How I keep two bitches, that's two livin' in this house as roommates
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? Oh I guess he trippin', I'm pregnant pimpin' oh wow cause she do dates
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? Me not being a neighborly bad mouth in this fruit cakes
What we talkin' 'bout nigga? How the clip'll be on the hip of me ohh now we can shoot fades
What we talkin' 'bout? Your D.Rose career which is nowhere near flowers and bouquets
How you look like Makonnen after the drugs on what now is a Tuesday
Yeah life's a beach king, you name's mud not with the new wave
He washed up shore now tell me how's he the new wave? It's true fake
JC vs God Pen, I made a choice hell raising tell Satan
Dog must be running in circles this boy tail chasing
How we be doin' all the slashin' in this joint? Tell Jason
After he get stabbed he get the message what's that? It's a point well taken
And you're not makin' the ladies laugh, hell no you're no Chappelle
Fuck no, you like bitches that seem stress, cause you make 'em feel so compelled
Givin' 'em inexpensive drinks, 'til they feel overwhelmed
Cheap shot after cheap shot after cheap shot, tryna get below the belt
But watch me hibachi Mr. Miyagi, watch me cook the meal
This nigga a cheap date, a cheapskate it ain't good to chill
Ask him to pay for your dinner after you eat it, he be like "If looks could kill."
But drop some money on the floor, and ignore it
See how fast he foot the bill
They play me on repeat, warm up the hot chairs they place me on the seat
Nautica no, you thinkin' AC summer breeze
Still thinkin' I'ma lettin' 'em cruise if I put JC on a tee
I can place you on a meme with Sprewell, cause if you think about chokin' think Latrell
You should think about this as fall, cause this thing won't be endin' well
You used to work at Domino's for 10 years, comin' around smelling like a pizza smell
You don't remember? You're a delivery boy, oh that doesn't ring a bell?
[Round 3: JC]
You don't gotta put on an image today bro', it's just bars, literally
But if you was threatening me for real, I still wouldn't believe it tho'
I mean we all know QP stayed with that ratchet, but she put him out on Facebook a couple weeks ago
Always doin' something for attention, tryna go get it they never waitin'
I tried to tell these niggas be hella patient
But they won't learn until a nigga put the hands on 'em, you know a little physical education
I drop gems but I drop opponents faster
See you a joke because a joke is how you take the art
How you want credit for what's in your notebook when the back page the most famous part?
You're out here sellin' yo-
You know what? Next subject
I hear how tough you are bro', with the hammer on you
But then there's that Swave battle, you ain't even the same nigga with the camera on you
See I hate the stories Q, but what's fucked up it's they more than true
Who do you really think you're important to?
You're not consistent you affordable
And this is your top pen, fuck that shit
That's not punches, that's word association
I remember when I taught my son that shit
But let's stop debatin'
I use the rubber with the ratchet, when it pop it ain't a condom breakin'
It's new shit, you wanna know how it work? Put it to his head
You can be the brains behind the operation
We clean plates over here and we hate seconds
Ain't no comin' back when we blaze weapons
Don't get caught holdin' yo' bitch strap on a late session
Cause Quinton mil' a jam and get 'em bucks, that's a Drake reference
Quinton it is over with it, overdose from the dopest pen
And y'all know I wrote this shit 'cause every battle turns into a eulogy
Happy birthday, my condolences
