The Saurus vs Real Deal

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[Round 1: The Saurus] Now he's the working man's MC, but I don't understand the circumstance Cause if you ain't earning cash then being a working man ain't worth a damn See Trevor's got a dead end job that's yet to let him net a profit So this faggot went to college, but they never taught him Economics You need to find a different line of work or something Or be another worthless drunken Irish person struggling All your life and not a single dime was earned from hustling So the real deal is hiring a guy who works for nothing Now shut your mouth professor cause the lesson isn't done L'ma put things in perspective just to end this shit in one The only real example that you're setting for your son Is Trevor Jr. this is what you never should become You get next to nothing teaching, no paper making music It would be a shame to say that dude's kid Made the same mistakes that you did [Round 1: Real Deal] Peter here's a gambler, now you got the Deal, I'll pull every card I got You the best out West? I guess the Fresh Coast disregards your spot Cause Diz got Ars, Ok get Rex, your battle on the card was dropped Looks to me like they give you the shaft more than Scarlett's twat Now I could talk about your waist or your appalling face But I'd rather talk about your fall from grace Cause you didn't even fall with grace You should've took your WRC and Scribble winnings and just retired with it Instead you past the torch to Diz, he lit your face on fire with it You are such a has been, you made losing a habit Watching you is like, Jordan...for the Wizards, Hakeem for the Raptors Ewing for the Magic, Mohammed in his last bout The scene we set it perfect The champ retires now This is Ali vs. Trevor Berbick This ain't Scribble Jam, it's Grizzle, fam You past your prime, I'm in demand And I ain't need a Sensi stance or politics to win my fans I'm on a murdering spree starting with the biggest nerd in the league Without a heater or a Glock, I put Peter in a box Birds and the bees [Round 2: The Saurus] Now I'm sure you may have noticed How every battle he impersonates opponents But for you to mimic every other person's traits is bogus Cut the intimidating nonsense, find a different way to talk first Then maybe I'll see more then someone poorly imitating Okwerdz But he wants to be like all his favorite cats depending what the mood is I bet you try to talk like Soul Khan when you're lecturing your students The impressions that you do are all impressive but they're useless Because Trevor's never made a good impression with his music Wait, but advice from me on tracks? That ain't the type of help you need Your music's only there to give my music higher self esteem The dude that murked you, that's the way your refer to Peter No matter what you do for work, this match is is student versus teacher Now you're beefing with a known legend Motherfucker, I've done more then you before and after beating you in '07 But wait it's good to see you're keeping busy Shit only three years and you've almost gotten even with me [Round 2: Real Deal] The last year and a half Pete's been getting some shit from a lot of fans Cause in that time span, it's only credible when it's been Hollohan Battle of the Bay was his last battle back in the States Where he got an undeserved O.T. in that Illmaculate rape Off to Australia tp seek vengeance from one of Scribbles greatest matches You couldn't swing the scales of Justice even with the weight of Madness So he wins a cheap ass chain in Canada, fast forward to Dirt now Somebody you would of never beat Had a little birdy not told you his 3rd round Canada wanted the Title back and your heart like the Repo Clique We watched your confidence stumble and your ego trip When Arcane took your chain on some Debo shit! But enough with his track record, what about tracks, records? This cats never put nothing to wax ever, I rap better Put up a stack lets add pressure All the way to Monterey and I'd leave with this rats cheddar I don't know what's worse Trying to read your poker face or listening to your wack tracks It looks like you told somebody, hit me playing Blackjack And they repeatedly hit you with a Black Jack Randy Orton, legend killer, turning Grizzle to his last match I'm the face of Grind Time Now, you're the reason Scribble had a gas mask [Round 3: The Saurus] You're walking into certain death like I designed the perfect trap I should murk this cat just for the way the guy referred to Mac See you told 9D you thought Greg was shady But the line of yours was wack Cause faggot, shadiness is saying shit behind a person's back Like when you first partnered with Fresco One of the rawest guys to spit it Then when y'all lost you kicked him off your side Saying y'all was kinda different But you told Swang's the reason that you severed all your ties with him is You're a tough guy and you thought it might have compromised your image So apologize admit it that dude was your real fam You'd have told him the real deal if you was a real man Fuck the rematch you're obsessing over You really thought this trip was gonna bring you and Fresco closer Friendship over For me calling Fresco gay is fucking useless You're the one moving from guy to guy and makin' up excuses Now I don't know what kinda system you're using to make matches But fat kid and faggot are two different weight classes [Round 3: Real Deal] After all these years Pete, I'm still astounded by how your face looks I find it utterly ridiculous that you're allowed on Facebook You could be the logo for Faces Of Death Cause lookin' at that face is torture I'm Trevor, you're the Teacher, Kevin Spacey from Pay It Forward You perspire so much in battles it's like watching a faggot melt You go to ugly sweater parties... as yourself But enough jokes, Pete's a legend, two time of it all But I think for years the freestyle king was two timing us all Your premeds killed freestyling No wonder no other battler was a match or threat We were making music You were writing for battles that didn't happen yet Flipping through pages of his loose leaf every page there'd be a new sheet If he's black and sorta fat he's Warren Sapp If he's Asian then he's Bruce Lee The truth see you can rap, what you would choose to do is wack It's like when you hit the stage you spit in the face of Juice and Supernat Shit was like finding out on Christmas Eve your parents buy your gifts He was like, "Ho ho hoo, you all should really know I write this shit" So now that freestyling's dead you're in a written battling league What's your record bitch, what's mine? It's a privilege that you're battling me [Overtime: Real Deal] You pulled that impersonating shit Knowing my flow would outperform ya I can't impersonate Okwerdz or I'd be talking shit in my comfy home in California Fuck a Thesaurus little homie, I will swear on the Good Book We can face off or face off, I swear on your good looks You a bettin' man? Double it I'll add extra dough You're double time? Double mint... bad breath control Your materials faggot jokes, aids jokes, bragging about your resume Saying the word freaking when you're 30, now that's just fucking extra gay So you like to roll the dice, let's try some High Stakes Say that shit that you said online to High Collide's face I think you tried to follow his dream you're just swimming in shits creek And Chase keeps losing more/Moore credibility giving you his beats Now Dan said you ate out a porn star, I said he's hideous, never Then I saw your face and realized that shit has a texture that's ribbed for her pleasure No one wants your fucking face in music so just fucking face the music Yeah we both battle rap, I found another way to use it Now there's a million forced multi's spitting faggots You're the one that laid the blueprint They can't rap to save their lives I'm here to resuscitate the movement [Overtime: The Saurus] Now of all the faggots that bite me, he is the worst person Specifically for the facts he speaks in the third person Now watching you handle yourself after you lost yesterday was heart breaking You guys battled the only team suffering from starvation and Star ate him And you ain't got no help from Fresco cause he was too busy star gazing Thinking about prom dates and a carnation Now Trevor's a teacher so he starts off every day of his grind Driving to work bumpin' the soundtrack to Dangerous Minds Now it's sad cause he thinks its gangsta's paradise But have you seen his students, they're all white But Trevor here still acts like they're some underprivileged teens Tellin' them, "come on guys, y'all can learn a ton of shit from me Shit, I know what the struggle was like with one parent addicted to drugs Having to make decisions like pickin' between the Crips and the Bloods We didn't have a cool teacher like me who would listen to us" And they're like, "Dude, shut the fuck up already, we're missing the bus"