Madflex vs. Random

Lyrics

[Intro: Lush One] Fuck! I said, nah, boo, you can wait. Lose the face. I mean, I got moves to make. I ain't tryin' to Ruin Your Day! WOLF Gang shit! We back in the mothafuckin' function. You know what it is Shouts to my player partna Avocado A real slugfest - two of the coast's most esteemed competitors On my right-hand side, you on first, Madflex. Talk that shit [Round 1: Madflex] OH, shit! Ay you know what? You wanna know how hairy his back is? This motherfucker isn't even wearing a jacket Ay, R-R-R-Random calls me out for a battle, let's uh, let's cue those crickets He said I wanna talk some business I said 'who are you?' 'Random', wow, you living up to that name dipshit, I dismissed it And then he pulled a big wad of cash from a dogshit bag, so I listened And then I took it, I said I'd give him a few rounds: that's what this is Fucking genie in a lamp out here and I'm the one who's granting wishes Here's a Random algorithm, take your local town magician Add a bunch of malnutrition, walk into a battle feeling normal that the crowd is missing, that's you And all my rounds are classic, plan to skip his 'Cause outside of this battle he's different Is Flex lying? Fuck you, you smell like cigarette filters and sweat drying Quit the act, Tinder app, I get rid of a Random bitch forever if the, pssh, left swipe him Nope, nah I will not be stressed by him, he less violent It's not apparent? Walk over the kid, I'll stepchild him You look nervous You know you don't deserve this And I'm out here demanding my dues champ Shit look at you, like who the fuck you know in this world that respects a shortcut that doesn't happen at boot camp? Who's the new cat? Ay don't you know I got a wave to maintain, minus the durag You lesser than fresh, I'll put a dent in his head Get back to trolling BOTZ battles back on Reddit instead I won't pretend to be friends with the fucking Mensch on the Bench This is a art of war Random I been knee-deep and the hooks keep repeating, it's easy like the Commodores Boy I'll light his lip up and reveal the blood, he Wakanda-born You crossed the line stealing Grafh style, you shoulda charted more And it's a pain but, Random-Flex gave me the leg up without a charley horse Millennials, all this hot air causing humidity You'll pay for this, mostly in money, but also dignity Now they say you can't judge a book by its cover but the book covers a bitch, so I think differently Like what you think you came to do When it come to ya' life think twice, y'all feeling d�j� vu, he'll make this shit debatable? Like no, iPod Shuffle, it didn't take a screening process, I'm still playing you Better yet, iPod Shuffle, you can watch him get shook and then from there it's just a matter of seconds 'til Random changes tune Yeah, stand next to Madflex, Random, that look alone is great for you But when the next paying customer shows up, mehh just make some room Who's next in line? Your phone's home button I'm, pressed for time The lesson I will exercise is when a random dude try to challenge you to get some shine You whoop his fucking ass and take his cash, or better yet decline Just have some self-respect, l'chaim [Round 1: Random] When last we spoke, I was in the desert dunes under a crescent moon But, rap willing I'm back chilling with some western goons So if, Mad villain then it's, MF doom Every opponent I ever had I did 'em bad Now they give me offers and I give 'em back I'm uninspired to even lift the pad I been, getting disrespected and now I'm getting Mad Flex what's cool? Last time I had to check some fool Don't get me started now, before I gotta check one too I was, peaceful and calm, breezing along The, palm trees and the trees in my palm I sleep on MC's no, need for alarm He's the bomb, please, they sent me to disarm I'll have dog leashed on the lawn like C�sar Millan Y'all been reading me wrong, 'cause all y'all act like Fresh Coast the throne Then all y'all get 30'd by Fresco and Rone Let's go it's on I, give a fuck who involved, line 'em up to the wall I'll pull a Blues Brothers and just run through 'em all Put your, boxing coach on the ropes, claustrophobes locked in homes This will, not be close, 'cause his game is famous for having holes like whack-a-mole It's apropos, we, back and forth 'til the rackets broke like McEnroe You're not even a, rapper bro, you got, rhymes without rhythm A, crime without victims, give him time without prison 'Cause your bars are metaphors for a life you not living Listen, you, safe with pretending and, I ain't afraid of facing a sentence Let alone, three rounds straight of him faking aggression Just, ignore what this cat writes about his warrior past life You show up to battles, and choreograph fights Your heart and soul weak under a high amount of pressure You the barber's pole, peak and just, spiral down forever You're afraid to give it up, couldn't make it as bum Cup shaking in the sun singing 'change is gonna come' Flex my biggest fan, he go crazy when I'm back in town Boa constrictor, you just pray for me to rap a round You happy now? I'm burning the forest down and, you in the way Some straight-edge rapper like it's cool to abstain If you don't want smoke quit fueling the flame And if you do, I got enough with me to ruin your day [Round 2: Madflex] Wow, that's your investment, really? Could you make yourself less appealing? I can't decide if this whole vibe is 'I'm packaging weapons for dealing' or 'I'm thoroughly practiced in sexual healing' But eat a bag of dicks Yeah Random call the shots 'til he hit the deck like Battleship The guy's a mark, now who do you come for when the fucking fighting starts? 'Cause about every dork I know get real efficient at the writing part But I'll ruin your day, I mean shit, challenge accepted Even though I thought it was strange when they brought up your name and said I'd be jeopardy, my answer, mm, out of the question This battle, chemistry issues like manic depression Who wins, it's not Random, it's just natural selection And he get treated like the Forrest Gump cover when it's back to the benches What you talking 'bout? Fuck you jabbering for, you glass at the core, it's fiber optics Acquired profits versus, aspiring artist Fucking, tries his hardest versus I fly the farthest The fuck you do? Love Guru, man what you gon' fly on carpets? Hey when it comes to paper you like 'college rules', my rule is wide when unified I'm still the one with higher margins Rapper slash, biohazard, sight the target Virus scanner demand is strong Mega Man with that cannon arm, what happened dog? You gotta do something, 'cause Russell branded wrong Ay grab a mic I keep it black and white like a panda claw You eight battles deep tryna wag the dog, I laugh it off The garbage young artist turned marksman, yeah that's a reach, I'm pulling out his bag I got ya' number now if Random draw Oh shit, no I'm just playing, Random draws And then he texts Gully the song lyrics to Usher 'U Don't Have to Call' My motherfucking passport got tramp stamps like the small of every hooker's back Don't threaten me, you're not gonna do shit, and you are good at that It's noble the guy's trying, I mean he's known more for pied piping But they gassed him from the rear of this craft like skywriting when his aura real Tekashi 6ix9ine, this ain't the right lighting But 'Random' roughly translates to uh, miscellaneous And you do, okay on little stages but nobody gives a fuck LaMelo scores in Lithuania I'm highly corrosive, locked and I'm loaded I'll stomp out that nose then when the heel turn it feel worse than Hollywood Hogan Who fucking with me? Yo, your girl got junk in the trunk Ay no I'm serious, you both live in a car with a bunch of your stuff With a sign that says 'for food, I stunt-double for Russ' Enough is enough And when he finishes his next round, someone should flush [Round 2: Random] Yo, you're such a try-hard clown, don't even time our rounds The best thing about that verse was, mine starts now See, your writing is a gift, from some great aunt you never see or call It's, real thoughtful, a lot of energy involved But, it ends up being some extra creepy doll And you just gotta be glad you got, anything at all You read now what I'm saying? Even now it's a shame, but people doubted ya' name 'Cause getting too technical keeps you out of the game You, took 20 battles before you caught the leagues' awareness So please just spare us, you should, be embarrassed How they been milking this cat: Meet the Parents Now you keep preparing but nobody ever calls If it, hurts hearing try growing a set of balls The, truth sear him like sodium pentothal And, since I saw you and ya' last opponents, Flex I wouldn't hold ya' breath Instead of racking shoulder sets, you shoulda practiced choke defense You know how you know, your best friend's gay? He asks you to go do MMA Shit, aggressively combating his repression when he's rapping Mentally it's taxing, down, every dark alley Flex just sees assassins And, enemies attacking he's like, 'anything could happen' He's, even got a pair of military fatigues he wears when he sleeps To protect him from his terrorist-themed American dreams So, if I ain't scared of your team it's 'cause, when you say stuff you just, imitate tough When he's finished it's Gene Simmons, y'all kiss and make up So how you gon' style on me when you can't rhyme on beat I write my name with my finger, in dry concrete And Flex could try 'cept it feels like a bye week, my geek Why speak, push a button and, try me You, middle-aged toy collector, on-time for every appointment ever You be, high-fiving Lloyd and Trevor shouting 'boys forever' So come now my guy you ain't one ounce of fly And any clothing lines just get, hung out to dry For real like, who dress these dorks? You got your fashion sense playing rec league sports wearing wet jean shorts Yo, I'm just speaking the truth and under it's funny Race for the Cure, I'll give him a run for his money I'm, Random, never care what people expect That's why nobody's beaten me yet I don't even need the respect of dweebs on the net 'Cause I don't just feed the trolls homie, I keep 'em as pets [Round 3: Madflex] It's a little upsetting, getting murdered two rounds and you barely grateful I mean we the same bro you Random I'm, very able This, it was a conduit, I wasn't shocked you were underground that's buried cable But I figured I'd give him a shot at the crown so you now witnessing Sarajevo You okay though, Portlandia? They give health insurance at Hot Topic? Back to texting Gully and calls dropping Man if I had a flip-flop for all your trips to Burning Man, as a false prophet The shit'll probably add up to the 20 stank-ass flip-flops that you keep inside your mom's closet I'll be honest, I do admire this kinda grit Especially from a pirate ship scientist But here's a science tip, you fishing for reaction I got at him now it's time to split Nah I insist, I shoulda refused it with this Random tool on some MacGyver shit But this all the time permits, send him home These people, hang on, my every word, Rosetta Stone This feels like a bad trip but, I'm with him, when in Rome But the second I see any authentic aggression shown I'm throwing this Random fuck out like Tourette's Syndrome I'm different, you looking in the eyes of oblivion Me I'm not sure I might be looking in the eyes of a Bolivian but Ayo, keep pushing for Mass but it's unlikely with them skinny arms And pricey to pull off this weight when there's no room for mini bars Compare the resumes, the events, the pay and say that this is not a Random hand-out, you can pick a card, any card, keep up with me My options, move on or make a grab for dough from Indiana Jones But I ran through a handful of Random quotes and thought it was no double feature, why would I have to show? I'll tell you what Random knows Ay slow it down, I'll tell you what, Random nose There's a orange flag shoved up that motherfucker if you standing close Semantics though, my point it's in the air, we got a javelin throw Spear disfigured, here's the kicker no, here's the kicker I'll show up at ya' house like 'uh, hai' karate but no bad cologne Come on, come on, come on [Round 3: Random] I been in New Orleans, where the weather's fine and, legends get buried by the second line Now I guess it's time to send him a message 'cause, everybody's got their strength that they're repping and mine is to pen a progression minus the pent-up aggression This when the, great blue whale from deep beneath emerges 'Cause it's a breath of fresh air if you, even see me surface My, ceiling reaches further than steeple churches where the priest pre-rehearses for leading the evening service With, people reading the verses and seeking a deeper purpose in teachings of Jesus' birth and, preaching of bleeding virgins They need to believe the words just to, be a decent person They don't, second-guess or question ever under the, treat of pressure that God's up in heaven center playing debt collector To all the men who went and nah there's, truth only the dead remember So you, gave me the perspective Bender the way steps from M.C. Escher's pen forever blend together Now Uza's back, in rare form And it's fair warning get a square cornered for his Air Jordan's You, sound better now the less I rap Yes I scrap, let's try that, get your, left eye blacked before my jet flies back Fade with a smile, I'll Cheshire cats Plus I got a knife blade I don't use a lot Still it could wind up in ya' chest like a music box My, dude just stop, sometimes you gotta lose to improve, and development is good But the only L I ever took was psychedelic in the woods Ate a dose and went insane, now I hope it never change I'm not, gluten-free I just go against the grain And this had a different feel now I'm battling for real But the Scarecrow been, outstanding in the field And you, cowardly, lying, tryna tangle paws This, tin man talking doesn't have a heart I wouldn't put the house on him in the Land of Oz, you can't, hang with God this ain't, Shangri-La Can I get a witness damn, I been in the ring with a business plan like Vince McMahon since the shit began You're a, different man under the pseudonym and attitude It suited him for battle views but this loser isn't, half as cool when you view him with his mask removed Madflex, is some superhuman actor used to boost ya' little attributes, so excuse me if I laugh at you But who you think you rapping to? Couldn't, move an inch in Random's shoes let alone this dude attempt the path I choose Passing through ya' latitude it isn't, if you lose or win that matters dude but, who you give compassion to So do the things you have to do, the truth is, I ain't mad at you