Conceited vs T-Rex by URLtv Lyrics

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It's about fucking time!
I been told Smack set it up on the next list
Nigga you already lost your necklace but now I'ma leave 'em neckless
We were supposed to battle after that Midwest shit
But this Corn Flaked cause he knew he was breakfast
But now here's the thing, I'm done joking
He ain't accept it cause he knew I would rip T in that ring, I'm Hulk Hogan
Y'all remember Randy, always rapping like "Keep that 40 cal gun tucked
Case a nigga run up, leave a nigga done but" Lil nigga... shut up
I've always hated that shit and that frail flow
"I keep a 357 mac 11 and I let the shells blow."
Nigga... hell no! When you rhyme like that with no punchlines
And just spit bout throwing them flames out
That style's like Benjamin Button, that shit was old when it came out
So in this battle shit how the fuck are you named a vet?
In order for you to be shoo-in (shoe in) you gotta be more Creative Rex (Creative Rec)
That's why your careers on standstill
You're waste when it comes to trash, cause nobody on the land-fill/feel
Goodz said "I'm a son/sun like Steve Nash." man chill
Cause this nigga's 33 and still a sun, he's Grant Hill
Ayo Smack nigga, it's all cause of you why we all wanna smack niggas
Cause on that trailer you put that "I'm back packing a Mac in the back of Ac."
Nigga it's 2011 who the fuck is still driving an Ac nigga?
Why would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac? Or your lap?
Y'all some bimbos
When in beef you supposed to ride with it out that window
But it's funny Rex
Cause I mean, you ain't even gotta a chain or a whip with your slaving ass
You homeless, so how the fuck you in a car Rex/wrecks
When you ain't even got a place to crash?
I can show you everything from A to B
You can't even show me nothing from A to Z
And I know my ABC's so I know that U ain't a G
I'm the type that'll spray the heat, start jogging I start popping like bacon grease
Then buck at/bucket your legs and thighs like KFC
Ain't it funny how all this shit get prepared in life?
Arsonal the bus driver got all in my face when he was in fear for life
Then sweaty stinky smelly ass Goodz did it
But he brought his sweat stain to fight
Now fuck it, ifs my turn I gotta bring up the heat cause this battle is fair in heights/Fahrenheit's
You a bitch, you pussy, you faggot!
I ain't even gotta let the ratchet cook
He'll be scared from just hearing the clicking like Captain Hook
He knew I'd get him read/red so he had to book
He the type to help the badges catch a crook
An to the precinct and flat out tell/tail, he a platypus
Now Rex, now you know you done fucked up right?
You said "The 40 so big when I snap it I could pull a hamstring."
What the fuck does that mean?
Then you said "Dizaster be slapping Okwerdz on the ass and they ain't playing nothing"
Now that is homo, the shit that got me so damn steamed
Is when Shine battled Suge Mook slapped him on his ass and they wasn't playing a damn thing
The Dot Mob out here looking shakyyyy babyyyyy!
I mean y'all slap each other on the ass, Mook get ran out of Detroit
He gets stapled, you get beat up at battles, you stay getting robbed
Your hype man is a retard!
But you stay yelling out "DOT MOB, BITCH!"
The only thing y'all showing me is that Dot Mob bitch!
Any single one y'all say Dot Mob street
I run up and cause Havoc on this Prodigy and leave this Dot Mobb Deep
You lil fucking jerk, timeout, y'all got me battling a fucking nurse!
That's not a punchline, that's real facts!
But don't count him out yet saying that this kid is twat
Remember he's a nurse, so he really do be giving shots
The difference is, I give out shots when them blickers in
Nigga, you give out shots of insulin
Nigga you don't give out shots when them Tecs are firing Randy, you give out shots for hepatitis
Nigga be like "Yo Con my name ringing bells now, I'm worth grands"
Only time your name buzzing on that intercom "*click* "Paging Nurse Randy."
I think there's some senior citizens that need their pampers fixed
That's why I hate this liar, changing diapers the only time he handle shit
Do y'all believe anything gangsta from this nigga?
Do you? Or is R anything you believe on YouTube?
I swear for this nurse I have no patience/patients, but you be

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• Featuring: Conceited, T-Rex (Battle Rapper)
• Produced: Eric Beasley, Smack White
• Written: T-Rex (Battle Rapper), Conceited
• Release Date: August 7, 2010

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[Round 1: Conceited]

It's about fucking time!
I been told Smack set it up on the next list
Nigga you already lost your necklace but now I'ma leave 'em neckless
We were supposed to battle after that Midwest shit
But this Corn Flaked cause he knew he was breakfast
But now here's the thing, I'm done joking
He ain't accept it cause he knew I would rip T in that ring, I'm Hulk Hogan
Y'all remember Randy, always rapping like "Keep that 40 cal gun tucked
Case a nigga run up, leave a nigga done but" Lil nigga... shut up
I've always hated that shit and that frail flow
"I keep a 357 mac 11 and I let the shells blow."
Nigga... hell no! When you rhyme like that with no punchlines
And just spit bout throwing them flames out
That style's like Benjamin Button, that shit was old when it came out
So in this battle shit how the fuck are you named a vet?
In order for you to be shoo-in (shoe in) you gotta be more Creative Rex (Creative Rec)
That's why your careers on standstill
You're waste when it comes to trash, cause nobody on the land-fill/feel
Goodz said "I'm a son/sun like Steve Nash." man chill
Cause this nigga's 33 and still a sun, he's Grant Hill
Ayo Smack nigga, it's all cause of you why we all wanna smack niggas
Cause on that trailer you put that "I'm back packing a Mac in the back of Ac."
Nigga it's 2011 who the fuck is still driving an Ac nigga?
Why would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac? Or your lap?
Y'all some bimbos
When in beef you supposed to ride with it out that window
But it's funny Rex
Cause I mean, you ain't even gotta a chain or a whip with your slaving ass
You homeless, so how the fuck you in a car Rex/wrecks
When you ain't even got a place to crash?
I can show you everything from A to B
You can't even show me nothing from A to Z
And I know my ABC's so I know that U ain't a G
I'm the type that'll spray the heat, start jogging I start popping like bacon grease
Then buck at/bucket your legs and thighs like KFC
Ain't it funny how all this shit get prepared in life?
Arsonal the bus driver got all in my face when he was in fear for life
Then sweaty stinky smelly ass Goodz did it
But he brought his sweat stain to fight
Now fuck it, ifs my turn I gotta bring up the heat cause this battle is fair in heights/Fahrenheit's
You a bitch, you pussy, you faggot!
I ain't even gotta let the ratchet cook
He'll be scared from just hearing the clicking like Captain Hook
He knew I'd get him read/red so he had to book
He the type to help the badges catch a crook
An to the precinct and flat out tell/tail, he a platypus
Now Rex, now you know you done fucked up right?
You said "The 40 so big when I snap it I could pull a hamstring."
What the fuck does that mean?
Then you said "Dizaster be slapping Okwerdz on the ass and they ain't playing nothing"
Now that is homo, the shit that got me so damn steamed
Is when Shine battled Suge Mook slapped him on his ass and they wasn't playing a damn thing
The Dot Mob out here looking shakyyyy babyyyyy!
I mean y'all slap each other on the ass, Mook get ran out of Detroit
He gets stapled, you get beat up at battles, you stay getting robbed
Your hype man is a retard!
But you stay yelling out "DOT MOB, BITCH!"
The only thing y'all showing me is that Dot Mob bitch!
Any single one y'all say Dot Mob street
I run up and cause Havoc on this Prodigy and leave this Dot Mobb Deep
You lil fucking jerk, timeout, y'all got me battling a fucking nurse!
That's not a punchline, that's real facts!
But don't count him out yet saying that this kid is twat
Remember he's a nurse, so he really do be giving shots
The difference is, I give out shots when them blickers in
Nigga, you give out shots of insulin
Nigga you don't give out shots when them Tecs are firing Randy, you give out shots for hepatitis
Nigga be like "Yo Con my name ringing bells now, I'm worth grands"
Only time your name buzzing on that intercom "*click* "Paging Nurse Randy."
I think there's some senior citizens that need their pampers fixed
That's why I hate this liar, changing diapers the only time he handle shit
Do y'all believe anything gangsta from this nigga?
Do you? Or is R anything you believe on YouTube?
I swear for this nurse I have no patience/patients, but you be

[Round 1: T-Rex]

Real niggas do real nigga shit like all the time
Which means you gotta live 99.9% of your rhymes
Like for instance me and Head Ice had an altercation
I told the nigga "I'll see you outside, no crew, no bets, no guns no knives."
Through all the bullshit, there was a nigga whole flip over my size
That had to sneak me from the side
Now how's that pussy when Conceited wouldn't survive
Aight then, I had enough with all that Ice shit
Cause in world niggas fight all the time, so that's life shit
It's just the fact that I was getting it on
And Conceded can't think of a nigga In this whole world he had a fight with
Not in Kindergarten, not in second grade, not last year, not yesterday
But in his rhymes he always talking how his weapons spray
How the fuck he supposed to put in work with no resume?
Nigga, on Math's top 10 worst lines, he shitted on you
And you be holding his nuts I heard y'all go to the clubs together and you be holding his cups
You even got a bong and you don't smoke and you rolling his blunts?!
Well I'm that sour, you smoke me then I'm choking you up
Hollow like to rebuttal, I do it too, cause I'm a leader
How can I lose to a nigga wearing Ultimate Warrior sneakers?
When you think of Rex, you get the hammers and picking shells up
Big guns, whatever's down getting nailed up
You think of Conceited you think of women wearing Chanel pumps
Panty lines and potpourri, bitches getting they nails done
Fuck this supposed to be? Your comeback Con?
Know that I'm the wrong dude for you to comeback on
If you ain't heard I got a gun that s long
Fuck flat, I'll have it to where his respirator won't come back on
Dot Mob the baddest crew out, fuck what the rest say
Next nigga play with Murda Mook he gon’ see them Tec's spray
That 40 will have his bones showing like an X-Ray
I'll have his brains all over the place like a sex tape
You probably looking like you two short niggas
No, the difference is I'm hard and you soft nigga
Ain't nothing to get your crew off nigga
Ain't no joking, when you see that Sig' smoking, it ain't no Newport nigga
For your G shock I show up with that G-lock
I will put that pump on his tongue; Reebok
The impact will blow Conceited body parts 3 blocks
Y'all niggas be on that pussy shit and we not
And this the nigga we supposed to give respect
Who battled Arsonal and had his legs around another nigga's neck?
Now that's some shit I can't respect
How you talking ‘bout some guns?
Cause on the shoulders is the may a nigga father hold his son
Is that the name of his crew? S.O.N.S.?
Sucking on other niggas sex
Cause it Sound Over Noise when I hit 'em with that Scat
Or since he on URL he Should Of known he getting Smacked
Now you fucking with a vet, not one of these niggas that slack
Now you always talking guns, but do you got one?
Have you ever seen one? Have you ever shot one?
He remind me of a fake bag at a Gucci store
He surrounded by real G's but he not one
Ayo Lux I heard he signed to Soulja Boy
Is he signed? I'm thinking, what the fuck they got in common?
It ain't they rhymes, I know what it is, they both fucking with them lines
Tell Soulja Boy holla at me I got dimes
He come at the right time, he get 5 for $49
He seem like one of them type of niggas that have mood swings
Well I'm built for that, you feel you in that mood, swing
I'll have you looking like DNA with that missing tooth thing
I'll beat you til your ass more colors than a mood ring
Heartless, Cocky, Conceited, them names is gay bro
But Heartless gotta explain how he was on the internet with a pink toe
What happened? Was it true? Was that Photoshop? Was it you?
And them was the nigga's that you got in your crew
Which means that we gotta take a closer look at you
Smack but that bread up ifs money on your head
K-Shine say
Zip Em Up, but yo THIS NIGGA'S DEAD!

[Round 2: Conceited]

Y'all got me battling a fucking nurse, Smack you got some fucking nerve
What's with this competition that you giving me?
A nigga who work in the hospital but still need help with delivery
That's cause you just an internet web star S
Aid your video on BET but that's Webstar's
Jim Jones in R, now he claiming Dipset
You would never sell If ya label was Titanic they wouldn't ship Rex/wrecks
Maybe it’s your image, but I think it's that fucking rhyming
I mean not even the Lakers would sign you
That label would never feel/Phil Jackson if you just owed 'em (Odom)
Cause you not a real artist (Artest) that's why nobody's buying 'em (Bynum)
But when I'm rapping the crowd making all the noise
You make em standby cause the rhyme you put in the air plain/plane
That's why they all are board (aboard)
That punchline shit is a parent, I fathered it
The battle game is what I'm married to so they know I had to alter it
Punch every line, name flips, y'all see the fads I prove
That's why you don't actually lose, it ain't hard to spell
I beat 'em no matter which craft (witchcraft) I use
I ain't kidding, I ain't no type of puss, champion sweater
Only may you're inside the hood
I'll grab the 9 and put T in the dirt like Tiger Woods
And he'll get a lot of iron if his diets good
SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!
I said you get a lot of iron, if you die, it's good
I don't give a fuck, he going in, no bongo, I'm going in full throttle
He try to do everything I do but put a twist on it like a bottle
He even went to Grind Time, my home to get some condo (Con dough)
Came back and said he a gorilla cause he go everywhere that Con go (Congo)
Nigga you couldn't keep from getting wet with a poncho
When that long nose blew/blue like Gonzo
I keep the 9 tucked like Rondo, he'll start bucking like a Bronco
Nigga I pop chrome, he going to sleep
You couldn't get through this nap with a hot comb
I can see through you with my eyes closed
You only get that work-out doing Tae Bo
And giving up the chains the only time you let the 9 go
What the fuck you expect Rex? Of course real niggas really gon' take it
Cause they doubt you, that's why they house you like Real Estate Agent
I heard it was only one nigga, plus those five figures
Minus those 3 9's that was pulled in grad
Now what does that equal to?
I don't expect you to get it, we all saw you ain't good with Math
Cause lunch tale bitches never add up, that's why you could never get some
In a Catholic church with a sister, you still couldn't get none/nun
Everybody here except for you know your bitch giving that mean dome
We all know how she moan
Even with y'all relationship backstage she gon let T bone
Usually when niggas talk that shoot 'em up shit, I be like "Mmm so what?"
But the reason I'll never believe you let that fo' tuck
Cause when you saw Head Ice on the block
You let him back you down like a post up
You was shook, horrified, showing no gut
It's ironic his name's Ice, but he the one that froze up
I roll up quick fast, quick jab like it's Zab and scrape his chin This nigga went home and had flashbacks he had to but Ice on his face again
So fuck it Rex, what up nigga, I'll box you
You in crew shape you let big Ice drop you
So I ain't even gotta get the steel to blaze ya
We do that knuckle thing and I let a couple swing like Will and Jada
Nigga you weak, you sweet, you Nantucket
A right hook will have his face on my fist like a hand puppet
Nigga, you won't blam nothing
How you say you gripping and spraying lead
When your toy ain't got a body on it, it's Mr. Potato Head?
So do y'all really believe he gets involved
That would squeeze weapons off to harm me?
Nope he's Barney, this T-Rex is soft
And for that one nigga that's backing 'em like, "I got bread on Rex, I'm even willing to put up dubs."
He must work right in the hospital with you
The way you like putting on scrubs