[Round: Artis]
Man, first I'd like to thank God before I kill another victim
Easy call, easy body, he from Compton
But before all that we ain't gon' consort to violence
Or guns and hands and start actin' like we don't got knowledge
‘Cause I could, run up with the toast, hit him with the toast
Make this pussy bitch nigga a ghost
He really don't want no more pokey pokey
Holy poly to makin' me this soul maker
Easy, it ain't about that
Or it could be about— Bitch nigga, I'll slap you
What's happenin'? What it do? Fuck you
You're little too, your man, your man and your mama too
It ain't about that
I could speak my magic, I could speak my shit and talk real rap
I like wakin' up in the morning to givin' my daughter feed and knowledge before I
Pitch her off to somebody I don't еven know, that's feedin' knowledge
Easy call, rеst in peace to everybody I know
Free everybody I know, and everybody I know know everybody I know
So this pussy nigga gots to go
Easy money, easy body
I'm from Compton, Eazy body
I could do him like this…
(*Pow*) Shots off
(*Pow*) Shots off
He lookin' like, “Who ducked off?
Who got thrown? Who fuckin' with us?”
I don't do that shit, face to face, direct effect
(*Pow-pow*)
If I won't do that it's some dumb shit
I could choke you and make you my bitch
It's none of that shit to be fake, realistic, really nigga?
I'm really with the shit, don't make me go in my pocket and blow my nose
You wasn't ready for that
Don't I look like I could act up? But ain't no point for me to act up
Ain't no point for me to shoot the camera for another nigga
Who gon' get paid off the shit that I live, bruh
Easy call, easy body
He said he from Compton, I think I'ma feel like Geechi Gotti
(*Pow-pow*)
I ain't gon' shoot him, let him run for a minute
‘Til he fuckin' tired, let's call Finesse, call Clutch, give me the shit
Rip his chest, I'm a beast and a man
Half man, half beast, fuck the rest
Spit bars, spit this, I free, I'm rap
I'm, doin' this for free, my niggas know me, you know me
You know me, I know you, you know me, who the fuck is you?
Time
[Round: Profane]
Y'all ready? Alright
So they put an artist against a nigga named Artis
Besides your name, I don't think you know what art is
You just a canvas I paint blood on when I draw on Artis
Recollect if it's all perspective
Whatever I think about him? That's what art is
[?] standin' around, givin' my own point of view on what I feel about him
Ain't that what art is?
Look, I'm not into Basquiats but I'm dope, like his drug habit
I'm a black man with the judge, when I pick that hammer up? It ain't Judge Mathis
You talk big shit, your words small—
Hold on, hold on
You talk big shit but to me your words small
I turn your brains to soup with the can, I'm Warhol
Turn your face to Picasso, I'll split his face
I don't respect Art's craft, I'll have your living room lookin' like finger paint
When I draw on Art, the police won't get to trace
Like a burned CD, even though I left tracks behind, I still won't get the case
I need room to cook, kitchen space
It's time to eat, this a dinner plate
My .9 a home designer, it decorate walls when I renovate
Your squad all casualties, I'm Kyrie with the crossover
You can't handle me
I cut Art arteries like diet plans cut calories
You pay about to get docked by the boss, I cut salaries
Don't get in my face, or get sent to a place in space, it's all gravity
I'll have your homies walkin' around with your face on your shirt
That's an Art gallery
We two different people, we not the same
You the type to catch a cold, I was born sick, I got the plague
While my crew was catchin' bodies, yo, y'all was catchin' strays
In high school you caught a football while I was catchin' fades
So, no comparin' us—
Whenever, wherever, I'm squarin' up
Cross country with the fade, I'm givin' these hands across America
Yeah, they—, they like that
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Nah, somebody caught that
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
I give him these hands across America
I don't care what he got to say, because I open up on him for free
This the Art display
This the art of war, you got muscle but where your bars at?
I fathered your style, I'm John Q, I want to know where your heart's at
So flip the script, act tough, I be like, “He [?] the part”
I'm like a nigga Day 1, I been the realest from the start
When I body this nigga, the forensics gon' get the tarp
I kill him in a round, then kill him for real, and that's life imitatin' art
Look, I hope you brought your pistol
‘Cause like a referee that got the foul, yo, you know I got the whistle
You can tell you're a real one but I don't care, you a fake bitch to me
They should change your name to Artificial
My gun's a pothead, it like to spark a lot
Plus I keep comin' up with niggas favorite lines, I'm the barbershop
I had two opponents back out before you got the shot
I told Ron, I felt like a driveway, ‘cause my opponents kept backin' out like the parking lot
I don't care if you run the CPT, ‘cause after this you a bench warmer
You ain't ‘bout the CPT, a nigga with an attitude, I ain't from the CPT
After I load these clips he get the rockets, now he CP3
My life's real—, look
My life's real, I got sick thoughts ‘cause my mind's ill
I catch him in traffic, then cut him off like my light bill
My city love me, like you probably love large fries
I hope this compute, when I say I'm plugged in, this ain't a hard drive
If we beef, I don't care if everybody in your squad rise
‘Cause I'm like John Wick, I been killin' everybody since my dog died
Yo, look, I been killin' everybody but—
I been killin' everybody since my dog died
I treat a artist like Artis is, it feels like publishing
‘Cause I'm takin' all of Artis chips
Look, what's the deal? I don't know what y'all got this artist in
But shit, if Artis got bread then I'm takin' Artis in/artisan
So, look, he can't talk with me, listen to my thoughts, take a walk with me
I mean we could literally go outside, you can, go to the park with me
I'll roll up on him, like we tryin' to smoke, you tryna spark with me?
Oh shit, [?] rose, you tryna spar with me
It's all envy, you can't tempt me, the God sent me
That's time, man
