Jey The Nitewing vs. Lu Castro

Lyrics

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing] [Jey walks on stage clapping] Proud a you lil' nigga You finally made niggas believe Wit ya own style, no arguments, ridiculous as it may be Pot whippin', stabby stabbin' I must say bro you really did do ya thing But in front of the throne make sure it cuts to the bone Otherwise I'll pull it back out like the sword from the stone Just to let it be known you went from a Kid to a King the shit different wit' me I see you witcha lil' new style, I'm too proud Especially after the nigga Honor, had you beggin' for a new trial The Goonies moved on, and that forced a nigga to move out Despite all the hate and the doubt, it's Big Lu now Unfortunately for you nigga you cookin' wit' the uce now They said Lu wild, whip the pot, he gettin Luau'd, he food now They been hated, been doubted me, you talkin' to the big you now It trendin' on Twitter you gon' be trending on the news now That's too foul HAHA! Y'all knew this was a mistake Look at him, fuck is this point guard doin' in the paint? I'll move a bitch 'Move Bitch', this shit ludicrous (Ludacris) whip the pot, they gave Lu to Chris He was rushin' (Russian), right through his shit So it wasn't, cause Lu did it, off popular vote he colLu'ded it All that stupid shit gotchu through the Kid And now you the kid It's levels to this and young man you done fell in the pit Lookin' like somebody taught you better than this You was beggin' for a shot, but you was better off without one I'm showin' Castro the problem wit' equality of outcome That tone, bring it down some You THINK you figured it out Got you some personality, good, go start a Tinder account Don't start fixin' ya mouth to write checks you can't cash yet At best, a funeral home is the closest that Cas' get (casket) This ya burial sight, that casket flip, you prolly feel it was light Be grateful, these are the last bars your gonna hear in this life Talk very polite, or for ya family name I'll make the light green And slap his mama, rock his cousin? Yeah, Jey the Nitewing You a deadman, but no matter how it sound to you I just hope that you understand, I'm still proud of you MadKing [Round 1: Lu Castro] Two minute rounds, I can't be rappin' wild long Aye y'all, I just beat Jey The Nitewing in an arm wrestling tournament Right now I'm feelin' wild strong In these type of fights, I'm liable to do anything I'm suped up, with the same power that a hemi bring I took from so many mothafuckas, shit, at this point in time they just give me things .223's, bullets as long as a can of Red Bull I told Smack, "You better give me Wing" What's good nigga? All that shit from last round? It won't work We ain't finna "king this" and "king that" We finna talk about how the chrome burst A few stabby stabs, a few gun butts, ya dome hurt From the 5'8"'s to the 5'11's; growth spurt Look at me Look at me Look at me! I'm only here to show prominence Big Lu, smack a nigga that's 6'2"; assert dominance That's no joke Like this revolver, keep grinnin' BAOW Chamber like word after you die; keep spinnin' Who you talkin' to? You average, mad bitch I'm mad brolic When you get your deposit I tax it Whip it Tax tome, shootin' in public, blast it See you only got [?] Whip the pot, and I'm past sick Don't make me blam at ya MadKing, he Jaime Lannister The King Slayer, Samoan killer, thin razor, mean blazer This all original, not no 10-4 Sig' pull, then put it under Wing like a Minotaur Big dawg, I don't respect you in the slightest I don't even wanna shake Jey hand That's how tender Nite is (tendentious) Whip it Tints on my whip when I spark things up Music blastin', so as soon as you hear them car tunes (cartoons) just know it's finna get dark Wing; duck (Darkwing Duck) But you was supposed to kill me, is that right? Gun'll pop, aim it like SpongeBob; at night Do the math, nigga this is how the X do Every time I see ya mom I want head and sex too Test Lu, nigga I hardly lose This is barely even a plate, this hardly food You Samoan niggas like to surf, so when I spark these tools MAC dump, hang 10; gnarly dude I don't care what he got, I'll leave him terribly shot Or the blade {knife cut} lace Wings {knife cut}: Jeremy Scott I had to earn mine Even when you choke you always got love I will knock cuz, until he drop blood And keep beatin' and beatin' and beatin' 'til he spillin' Mo' Like Puffy in the hot tub {Smack calls time} [Round 2: Jey The Nitewing] You got that URL call and said yeah bitch it's go time Hopped in that V and- That shit is so fuckin' trash? To me this match up is weird You been on SMACK for some years and you proud of the fact that you here Like a kid wit' a skateboard "I fuckin nailed it"...it's hard to actually care Cause after all that grindin' yo' dumbass gotta climb back up the stairs See you kept tryna sound, like all the others who die every round That's why I get the crowd Cause I can BARK ON A NIGGA! Or quiet it down Cause even the shit I say passive fire (pacifier), for cryin' out loud But I'm tired of this dumb shit, niggas don't have any substance Been followin' Cas' and over (casanova) time it's just a whole lotta fuck shit Wassup bitch? From the shoulders I already left one dead This time, Boosie Badazz, cause I'ma get son head This isn't the move Call 5-0 for him, it ain't shit he could do That go for Lueazy and the (Louisiana) rest of these niggas, just give 'em the boot You know what's funny? Ya new massa (Master) P, tried to convince me that you incredible Lu (Lou) I'm thinkin Furigno, just really green to me, but hey do whatchu do You like that Incredible Hulk line? Of course you did, Tony Stark mind how I'm thinkin it through Cause I even made you a suit in your size You know what's next, different color bowties Now I'm feelin like I overPrepped Tried to fuck wit the best, I'll cross ya arms in the coffin just outta respect And I'll let Twork and them know when they show up to ya death I did that cause you from the Bronx not NWX I'm not hearin you nigga! You inferior, I put fear in you niggas The shit I do make niggas like you sound lyrical miracle nigga This right fist I'll beat you to the white shit I'll Miracle Whip ya Get clapped in a coma, comeback talkin' like a spiritual nigga You hearin' me nigga?! Put ya chest away you built terrible nigga Wit' ya Mighty Mouse chestplate The fuck happened to leg day? Lookin' like a nigga's daughter just did a bid in the kiddy corner What's really pissin' me off...just lookin' at you makes me feel like I'm gettin shorter Was this the warm up? Or is this my karma for chokin' a lot? Y'all niggas lookin' at me like I'm fuckin' jokin', I'm not He's trash, I need my money, whether the fans voted or not And if this ain't a 25K round it's 50 more in that box You know what!? Fuck it, cause no matter what I'm talkin' about He still gon' say that he's the ruler, keep that foot in his mouth But the contract said to kill him, so I ain't gon play wit' him neither No fine print, just to make it easy for Reda (reader) MadKing [Round 2: Lu Castro] Count up that 25K, that shit ain't just math to me We leave this venue, you fly back to Federal Way, Washington and live happily I leave this venue, it's back to the X and the 'jects, let's talk 'bout accuracy You see this fire in my eyes? Jey I'm passionate because I have to be And you on some weird shit I couldn't wait 'til he got here quick to punch him in ya lil' dirty ass Ain't gotta air shit Soon as he flew in from out west and got here I just knew Punchin' on yo' dumb ass would make me top tier I will knot here and not care Say I won't Who he playin'? Soon as King out east I'll land a (Atlanta) right like Gucci Mane Yeah, the ruler's back God dang it man I'm ruthless I bet Slim'll sing if one 12 (112) hit; 'Cupid' Shots maul you Fun Jey, don't fall duke You slip in here, you get the bucks; lawsuit Burn a spliff, [?], spin his block, twirl that, wit' a Glock Boy I raise Nina proudly; girl dad Cause when I'm totin' the fifth I keep smokin' ya shit Add some mo' in (Samoan) the clip, some mo' will go in the spliff I move slow in this bitch, like I'm off the purple and Sprite Come (cum) in this bitch, out comes the baby; the circle of life And when it's beef, use the MAC, post up, the MAC deadly When it's war, I get the steel (steal) quicker than Pat Beverly Oh you don't talk a lot, well just know I'm down to spin The quietest nigga in the room will never make another sound again When I activate You thought you was past this stage? You fuckin' wrong See you just sound like the Rock, I hit like one, I'm fuckin' strong We caused a lot of grief, this a misunderstandin', this is not a beef Scared knuckles, these hands here, they broke a lot of teeth Brave nigga, stood up to me, well that's the type I am Lil' bro got Kevin Heart (Hart), this ain't finna be Nite night Night night, this bitch go, Sig' blow Whatchu 6'1" or 6'4"? Nigga it don't matter From this day forward, I'm ya big bro It's out now, find the right plan, hold this Clock, Jey The Nite stand; pipe blam Pussy I'll shorten ya lifespan My .9 out so...up your pal! Like a pissed off white man Time [Round 3: Jey The Nitewing] I never seen a nigga use so energy just to waste my time For this round just go to a happy place in ya mind Cause it's bouta get painful, you came through just to sound hard They said, "Bronx niggas the wildest", I'ma make this Bronx nigga a wildcard Look at me nigga This is exactly what stayin' at the top molds you Your core fans are my fans too, my core fans do not know you And there's a reason for it, you been outclassed in a class full of outcasts We know ya past, I can't even out Cas' you Followed Twork and that made ya sound ass And since you neutral now, well that just makes you easier to push around without gas Style clash? I don't get it man It's no reprimands till I rip a man, I mean what's the plan? My first contact would've had him fall back off the second hand Then there's the second hand, by the second round he already lookin' like Cinderella Man I'm tryna tell you bruh It don't matter how long you can keep ya elbows up You just Cinderella, it's lit for you until 12 shows up Mister big Lu, ex Goonie gang a spoiled brat No hunger pain got fat eatin' off other names Every punch coated wit sugar cane Mine mostly (Mosely), Sugar Shane Cause I can translate the pain better Nigga I came up off SPAM and Spaghetti O's Nigga my diet was chain letters you just say whatever But you can't handle niggas talkin' to you You was sayin' I was surfin' and shit What happened wit' you and Honor Lulu (Honolulu)? I'm watchin' the new you Gettin' tired, almost exhausted Them DMV niggas had to warn 'em As far as style, in this class if you see mine as average then that's the problem You know why I'm mad? Cause I'm the only nigga from the west that Ultimate Madness counted And there's some niggas from the west that if given the chance would've done y'all niggas bad throughout it I'm talkin' M.T. Money, Dev The Demon, RealNameBrandon, maybe the fans would doubt it But understand you come off as ungrateful complainin' about the gas you've gotten And the chance you've gotten 25K that's a ransom profit A strong line in the front allowed you to play in the pocket Every nigga from the west has to be star quality just to get past the scoutin' Nothin' about yo' past battles says you have it It's either that or I haven't found it So be thankful for that Goonie gas wit' yo' stupid ass Cause you wouldn't even be IN this class without it I'ma keep it a thousand Cause all that bullshit just sound stupid I wish I had niggas gassin' me when I couldn't get the crowd movin'! Nigga you tired of that Goonie gas?! Fuck it I'll use it I'M STRAPPED IN! [Smack calls time on Jey's round] I'M STRAPPED IN, I'll clap you in a coma Madness I could snap at any moment His hat'll melt, he tried going off on his own thinkin' that- [Smack calls time on Jey's round again] [Round 3: Lu Castro] I keep tellin' you, "run Jey"...and you don't listen We are not familiars I have no problem liftin' the chrome Smith & "Go 'head and git boi" I'll give you a head start I don't even gotta know the nigga and he'll still get it, like a head nod This how we gon' do this You real bitch, I'm real right So you just wanna smack niggas and I smack niggas in real life I set the mood in the room with my aura, it feel right Up the blick, and show Jey the (Jada) Smith; Will wife World's most respected when the TEC hit, ya man wildin' Dood dood; dim his lights Banned style it Move shoot, fuck wit' the blade, can't live without it Push it to the back of his mind and forget about it Swiss Army Knife, [?] is to bring the homi back Flip it Stuck up in the middle of Nite (night); insomniac Y'all always talkin' 'bout Swamp, "Swamp this", "Swamp that" "Well if I had his opportunity I would be where Swamp at" Y'all act like that boy Hitman or somethin', that's why ya chances is mad slim Don't you realize if you focus on this tournament you'll end up on NOME and pass him? But you don't belong there, you belong in the ground Swamp is what you couldn't wait to be king- what you Simba now? Simmer down Wait 'til siblings get the news on who shot ya, it's gonna destroy ya sister, Scar ya brother; Mufasa Yeah, it's the Big Lu Yeah Luminati, reign terror in this app era, what would they do without me? Cut the live stream, it's finna get bad, do you sloppy Smack App the shit, so only the real fans can view the body Oow, the kickback, mean, but I know what I'm doin' I said mean, I can't control what I'm shootin' That casket, I keep Wing in (wingin') it, I don't know what I'm doin' It's a rap for this, they called Smack for this I called the arms dealer, I need new straps for this I need a scope for precision when I clap the shit And a stand for you niggas like an activist Oow, I don't slack for shit I'm out Fed' Way, with a MAC Jey Bro wit' me, "You go this way. I go that way." You not so different how you describe, quit the act Jey It's this homeless lookin' vibe with them dumbass fuckin' shorts and them stupid ass slippers Just tells us that you a homeless man's Pat Stay See- look at him, standin' there, with them slippers on and them dumbass And 1 shorts, wit' ya odd ass Nigga prolly still play 2K on broadcast But I'ma talk about it, I'ma talk about it And before we leave this venue, I'ma address some shit we can't avoid Rest in peace Breonna Taylor Rest in peace to George Floyd We rap about street shit, fuck a crooked cop We rap about street shit because of the systematic oppression we've been put in and the shit that we livin' And keep in mind Y'all took an oath to serve and protect, we didn't Time man