Don Marino vs. Eazy The Block Captain

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[Round 1: Don Marino] Eazy gonna talk to Don...how he murk shit On the Philly corners wit' a firm grip Bitch, please, your only appeal (pill) is a Perc' flip You're known for one angle, and this who I should be concerned with? I know exactly where Eazy goin' That's why you wasn't too hard to work with I spar with the guys that you worship - DNA, Shine My brothers lethal Gave me some pointers to get to another sequel Soon as the X (ex) got the call Block, I was ready to see other people Mira, amigo You're losing your spot Andy goin' to college: you gettin' put in a box Grand Theft Auto: the first levеl is easy (Eazy) I just gotta cruise through the Block! But lеt's stop 'cause y'all fired my mans Clean cut: Neosporin I felt 'So Sick' like one of Ne-Yo's chorus' Y'all didn't think I was a street star (Streetstar), just somethin' Chino ordered Then y'all bashed my Latin brother 'cause he supported Norbes took a shot wit' DM, and it wasn't the first time he got beat up for it Madness! 'Cause you stood in front of that big lens Did a blog and laughed wit' a big grin See, Twork beat up Norbes for slidin' in the DMs You didn't do shit to Twork when he slid into your BM! Y'all seen him, found out he was smashin' shorty Thought you and Hurricane had chemistry: laboratory She told you everything 'bout when she had the glory to the saddest story But left out one thing that was mandatory... I guess Hurricane didn't wanna get into that category! I'm askin' for me: why you didn't let the Ruger blast? Oh, you from Philly, prob'ly left it in the car wit' his stupid ass I woulda had two arms wavin' from the Trunk: Fusion Dance And leave blood all over Twork: Superbad It's fuckin' sad! 'Cause now you can't look at that Motel 6 the same And when she wear those fishnet pantyhose, back of your mind you know she wore that for What's-His-Name Yeah, you a lame! She didn't keep it all the way real This should get you amped She gave you 50 while you gave 100: food stamps When Twork told you, you didn't know what to say or do, champ! The words left right out of Captain's mouth: boot camp! See, you can't talk to me when you couldn't confront your chick He's gonna say I'm a nice guy and I don't bust the clip I'm lame, corny on some sucka shit See, in battle rap, I'm not believable Y'all can suck a dick 'Cause in real life, I'm respected That's why another battle rapper can't fuck my bitch Don Marino [Round 1: Eazy The Block Captain] Let's get straight to these payments, nigga Let's keep it a bean - this nigga ass Y'all actually was plottin' against me? I mean, we respect the fact that he NWX, but besides that, this nigga's shitty Nigga, I be talkin' You know that Red dot on the Glock, it's so awesome I used to be Shy around my Glizzy! If I gotta ride around my city to look for Don, and if I find Don, he gon' be fightin' For Life And that won't be produced by 50! Nigga, this the plate I needed, homes! Look at me...the Reaper home Eyes bigger than they hustle I done seen niggas die just (digest) for eatin' raw Nigga, I'm beyond crazy A headshot'll leave yo' bitch wit' the sour face - now she a crybaby And if my two eyes on Marino bitch, word to Debo, I'mma hit Don lady (Ladyii) Nigga, I was just bitchin' I'mma be honest I said I wasn't fuckin' with P, then P called, I said, "Good timing." 'Cause only a Philly nigga wit' Creed could show him what a don is (Adonis) You can't tell me nothin' 'bout this game or these bitches, nigga, I promise Then you comment, fuckin' your own reputation up: you Don Imus Y'all see him and still believe him? I ain't gon' post about it, but allow me to talk reckless to DM Nigga, flashback Talkin' 'bout Du, that shit almost took me out my mind New scope, brand-new lens - I'll hit A Boogie outta Don! Nigga, this conviction! I know my limits! Playground days, we woulda threw your ball and make you go and get it And when you brought that shit back...nigga, we'll throw that shit again, nigga! Ain't nobody ran wit' Don! You done fucked up the plate They done washed their hands wit' Don (Dawn) I got the green light to touch a Don Got me purgin', turnin' all your people to dust 'til dawn! Nigga, Marino feelin' froggy tryna question my leap? Somebody tell Don I offer heaters Think Prince Vegeta: I'm the best at my peak Fully auto, the weapons repeat I'll knock your chest out the street They'll find Don (fine dine) all over the city like it's Restaurant Week Nigga, I will bury him My wall up, I don't trust a Mexican All I know is drug dealin' sports in the coupe: I'm All-American! Nigga, you ever got nervous!? You don't think that I'm tired of the trap? Well, my life a Mongoose with pegs on it You know how many niggas I got ridin' on my back? Nigga, we only get one shot! When they shut my city down, I just doubled my re-up Started fuckin' wit' the 'Gram like Young Chop Nigga, it's Gutta Fuck you talkin' about? [Round 2: Don Marino] Let me guess, you got a Spanish connect named Juan, Carlos, Romero? Which one of them taught you the game servin'? It's a trick question, 'cause it's the same person Man, fuck your drug stories, or how you'll let the toolie bust My 'migos traffickin', cocaine in the latex fully stuffed Homes move with the balloon like the movie Up I don't give a fuck! Y'all gas this? The disrespect We used to Bring It On White girls, y'all wasn't flipping yet So let 'em cheer, Captain! I know the routine I'm just showin' you I haven't missed a step! But yet, they love your street stories (*chef's kiss*) Flawless They say, "Don, you can't teach that type of pain." You right, but I know how to cause it! Big blade, through the middle, man (middleman): it's a biased cut Knife get stuck, work my way to the top: the higher-ups Chopper tucked - doot-doot-doot-doot! Sound like the tire bust My 'migos strapped in a Honda...all nine of us To put two 'Ks (2K) on Eazy (easy): I got the sliders up I'm ridin' up! I hit him, he drop He ain't grippin' the Glock Swing and stretch him Yeast infection: I was itchin' to box And if Marino get out of pocket, who gon' help pick up the Block!? Just stop You think I don't know pain? I seen my mans get hit The car spinnin', my dawg wit' him His mom missin' They live and forgettin' we all victims We all risen Blocks to box, it's called prison We all risen I look at the Block different: it's autism And y'all wit' him!? Shotgun - (*chk-chk*) - watch him scramble Pull up, run down on the weak (week): Weather Channel Please try me like I'm pussy! I'll set an example It'll go from "I'm Ready" to "Can We Talk?": Tevin Campbell Grip the handle, dump swiftly The two .4s, the Ken Griffey Give him the Arizona wit' the Lay's...(*swoo*) the buck-fifty! Then pull the mill' (meal) out the bag: I brought lunch with me! You gotta feel me He don't know I could freestyle, I could do this, to the fullest Your man jumped in the faceoff? BAH! Lemme see him jump in front of a bullet! I do it Don Marino [Round 2: Eazy The Block Captain] Ayo, this is where I coach you Wit' no personals, nigga, 'cause I don't know you He gon' critique my jail stories as he supposed to Don't forget to tell them niggas I'm a trapper That's important 'Cause it's ironic how me makin' my way to a cell always the go-to Like I done weighed my pros and cons But what happens when a con become a pro, too? I paint pictures of what I go through Don! I done did shit that you won't do! When the counselor asked me "What's next?" I told him, "Chuckie off Fresh" I'm back to bustin' dope moves! Two straps! One throwaway It's a gift card: it's non-reloadable DICKHEAD! We don't care if a nigga got a teardrop on his face All that means to us is he emotional You a fraud, and you a weak nigga Bro, them Mexican bars ain't deep, nigga I'm Muslim and I'm Black You get no sympathy from me, nigga! I don't care if y'all stick together I'll hit the male (mail) first like the principal sent a letter Nigga, Philly need this! Red underline Thanks to Don, I came to fix my era (error) Nigga, let's talk about...them Mexican bars Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! Nigga, this spic bitch is soft Every battle, he talk how his family eatin' fertilizer and pesticides on their food Bro, that shit startin' to piss me off Look in that camera and tell them niggas where the struggle in that is Why y'all couldn't just go in the kitchen and rinse it off? Nigga, I got more shit! I got more shit! Struggle where? You was born here You ain't even eligible to be deported Oh, and this is what you try to be? I got felonies He taught his folks their native tongue Well, now they bilingual and can still get better jobs than me Nigga, why you wildin'!? All the Dons we know is Italian Just no Don that's Mexican, nigga No, nigga No, nigga Y'all got Pablo, Chapo, Mari- You see? Anything that end with "O", nigga "All he talk is drugs!" So what? Is it my fault that I trap or die? Is it my fault that I use barkin' on y'all bum-ass niggas to pass the time? Huh!? HUH!? If my weapon rise!? Nigga, I can't put it down Now I gotta catch a crime Who you wanna see first? God? Father? (Godfather) Either way, end of Don Nigga, that shit bore me! Them Mexican bars? Your shit? That shit corny You get no lessons from me, my friend But since I'm talkin' to Don, here's a corner story Nigga, what's the holdup!? Tell 'em your story Tell 'em how your 10-year-old still be in strollers Nigga, I been seein' you Feet on the ground, just gettin' pushed around like a Flintstone vehicle Nigga, it's Gutta! [Round 3: Don Marino] I told God, "If I win, I'll quit drinking...every ounce of it" I'm not proud of it 25K could go to my mom's surgery, every amount of it It's funny how I put my heart in this tournament, so she can get one out of it I'll admit, my dad had the same surgery, same fight Family visiting me, tellin' me to hang tight It's been years, I couldn't even get they names right That Operation brought my family together That's the closest thing we had to a game night! The same night, they put him on life support It started bubblin', in that state I was seein' red; Republican Monster's Ink I had to bottle the screams; Sullivan How they give him a feeding tube, and I'm the one that couldn't stomach it? I was dumpin' it, I brought 'em flowers Doctors askin', "Should we pull the plug?" We talked for hours Do it, don't do it, my decision got 'em sour Had to be the good and the bad guy, I played both roles like Austin Powers Eazy, I need that 25 You paid your dues, right? You tell 'em old struggle stories, what you've been through, a few fights I'm goin' through this shit right now, I got two strikes Uncle Ra asked if these bars worth 25? Nah, but I'm willing to do life If I lose tonight, I'm soul sendin' Baow, one hospital, bro pendin' After the shot it'll be too late for the clock; goal tendin' There's no pretendin' Tell 'em, you live it good you don't struggle no more They seein' the facts, gives y'all these jail stories and y'all be believing in that You only did 36 months, Prison Break got more seasons than that But with me you gotta rap, now you gotta talk to a legend You feed off the confessions, off the depressions Louder the reaction, larger the sentence It's harder to mention, what keep you outta jail but keep you caught in corrections Sparkin' the weapon but cries when your brother get a coffin in seconds Get caught in detention How is it a lesson in every bar when your bars never taught you a lesson? It's passive aggressive These jail stories build mass hysteria While you live in the Poconos, that's his area Trips to Puerto Rico, pass the barrier But banks of y'all mistakes, that's America Jumanji, he trapped in the system but the heart (Hart) don't match the character He plays the game, gives you all this struggle but won't tell you how to be a boss They say "Eaz' give you that feel" That's that feeling that you lost Time [Round 3: Eazy The Block Captain] Yo, R.I.P. to any black man who got killed by a police officer Yo at that moment I'm like, "Bro. I gotta win." Don't even know this Anthony versus a Mexican Word to boxing fans, I won't fuck this up again Nigga who you rap for? Nigga I rap for them niggas who got corner dreams Those standing up for count, waiting on trades and prayin' that they on the scene So you will never understand when I tell you without a passport How I went from my porch to keys (ki's) Nigga I used to be buggin', baggin' up coke free hand Random piss test, shit was just poppin' up with drugs Had me shook, so when I'm baggin' my last grams, I'm watchin' The Last Dance That means now I don't got a problem with the glove Nigga I talk drugs Dawg really honor it My plug, really became my sponsorship Gave me a plaque cause over time we made a milli like a YouTube accomplishment You wanna look your killer in the eyes? For what? If I headshot you, guess what? The killer's still anonymous Nigga my name, hold weight, if I take an L and you got it, there's no case Ace Ventura I'll kidnap Marino for snow flake Nigga whole weight Don, will be in a critical condition, cause I don't do body shots This a clip to the scalp, like Crucible audition 25K on the line it's "fuck you pussy", yeah it get like that I will R.I.P. ya, Tall-T ya, that is not a Mexican snap This was meant for you My wrath, considered biblical Welcome to poverty, where we always livin' in the living room You did dishes? I did dishes too You went fishin'? I was casting lines from one cell to another, I was fishin' too nigga I'm for the culture, why is you here? They all talk Smack, 69, we let this Mexican in that's our fault Oh you the plug? I'm not convinced If you is, hostage shit Shots'll rip Dickhead thought that puttin' the NWX was gon' block the shit But it won't I'm about mine, you better respect my grind But I hate that route, depending on the threat I may back out Is you wearin' Teflon, Don? I will break a Mexican I'm talkin' salsa, I will shake a Mexican Rah, he can't fuck with me y'all better stop playin' with me Rob you in all black, and tell you it's black excellence And I'm done, and I'm glad you spit that bullshit He knew he couldn't take that angle with me I rock a Spanish nigga puttin' his best foot forward still can't hang with me It's Gutta