Shox the Rebel vs. Madflex by Chalked Out Lyrics
Round One: Shox the Rebel
Let's be honest, you should feel honored, Flex
They saw fit to give you the Brit every Yank's dyin' to beat
I said, "Bring 'em all, please"
I promise you, everyone dies in your team
You know wanna know why my celebrity big, brother? [Big Brother]
Here come the reality check, keep your eye on the screen
Welcome to England, fuck your tight flow and your tight top
You ain't like Shox
These punches are a next wave, punch back
Over a light box to pick saw through a body like an X-ray
I make a pussy bleed, period, I'll get your neck ate
I got a muzzle, dogs, there's bare teeth when it bark in a vet's face
I suggest mate, you stay off the weed, set pace
Don't lose your bars after a J, son, state 'em [Jason Statham] or I'm lapping your pen, this a Deathrace
I ain't got time for the chat, that's why there's so many texts [techs] in the group
If I press then I shoot
Think Madeleine McCann, 'cuz the whole team lookin' for blood and the police'll point to the father when they find Flex in the booth/boot
I don't care if you're from the Bay, where they're know to clip a victim
This is London, where you catch an M in front of the TV, find your grill is missing
And act a West Coast custom, spray the whip quick and leave your big body an exhibit/Xzibit, Pimpin'
Surviving that, slim hope, I mean you live in the gym bro, but I'm fucking psycho
You wanna push, I black out/a black out like Jim Crow
Then we might fight, but I'm chillin' with the vamps next door, it's Fright Night
Shotgun towering over you, what's ya life like?
The slap'll turn a/Turner bitch, it's like Ike
So fuck sights, a couple pounds and I'm moving up a weight class
I'm Jordan, you're Iverson, you about to cross over, 'cuz I'm facing a fake Pass
That goes way past the usual
Punchlines confusing you, give you a new fate
Which is/witches to burn like The Crucible
'Cuz stupid dude took everything you had from Pass
Knowing his pad crack in the Bay
Which means we both like Pass in a way
'Cuz I took a break to rep Town Business, now I'm backpacking/back packing onstage
So you testing me, ridiculous niche
You can't spit with the kid
If I hear this guy rich, he [Guy Ritchie] can watch Lock, Stock & Two Smokin' Barrels will snatch his soul before I move Rock n' Rolla / rock and roll a victory spliff
You're dead soon as I say so
You're from the Bay? Well rep your league and your team for the payroll
I'll make a king fly/Kingfly, it's organic/Organik how it start with a KO
Bro, you are nothing like Brolic, bodies on the gun
The reason they call me a loon is/Luniz I got five on it
So you know I'ma smoke this herb from the baseline
It's fine, I'll speak to my bitch through a screen if I face time/FaceTime
See I'm nice with flows now, with lines I show out
Your bitch's head is Titanic, she hit the ice and go down
Then I chuck her in the boot, 'cuz this prick's a Stan
Onstage I'll blow this battle out his back, you know it's a wrap
When the shit hits the fan
Try me, it's highly likely you'll be hooked to an IV
When I pull up in the van, sayin' "I came for the scrap!"
With metal in the back like a pikey
You might be from the Wild West, but not everybody in the Bay spit it cold
You ain't a shooter, you claim you tote I'm [totem] gon' carve faces with a pole
You can't get a grip, like tires in the snow
You're a snitch, if you trip with wires then I blow
I'll bury you in C4, let's see if you're fire in the hole
Round One: Madflex
Yo, every girl on Christian Mingle says this guy is a punk
And y'all ain't heard Flex, but you know Shox'll wear black shirts to hide all that fluff
Now I'm thinking this evening that sinking feeling
Well it ain't women in the same room at that time of the month
This thing shoot, think wing suit, 'cuz I stepped off the plane and I was fly from the jump
Shox listen, this non-fiction, I talk different
Every single round brilliant like a diamond get cut
Now clarify, Shox the Rebel, are you Twitter verified?
Because you blew [blue] through the check that made a icon show up
I'm nice, bro, what's up!
Why get excited at this offer?
Hey Shox, you had to start your own league and then pull a bunch of strings
Just to get this crack at me, who knew I was a piñata?
I don't like your style, fuck Shox
I'll walk through him, Zangief spin right through Guile
And that's currency exchange, I turn my dollars into pounds
And I'll turn all of Shox's dreams into my frequent flyer miles
What up London?
Shox ain't gonna jog with sprinters
Yo, chill, real recognize real and you not familiar
If I opt to kill you, well that's when I slow play the steal on him like pocket pickers
Then after the fact, whoo! Boy I turn that jaw to absolute glass without a shot of liqueur
You got the picture?
Me and you, two things in common
One, I flew the bird, you caught the finger
Two, notice the dad bod and then notice the father figure
It's tomato tomato, I got a lot of good footage man, blame Avocado
I'm here thrivin', I'm 5000 miles from home tonight and y'all don't appear biased
And it's probably 'cuz my shit like a Dizaster round, ask me why
[Why?]
Because it always appears timeless
With a blanket and a thumb in your mouth, you be real Linus
So I just wanna hear silence, you don't appear violent
I ain't got a brawl on my hands, but outta nowhere I'll turn Shox/shocks into a bitch like Weird Science
C'mere Wyatt, England now startin' to rock with me
And I just came to bring a buzz to the tower like a Top Gun scene
Picture Shox out-rhyming me instead of Shox's body
Being chalked out at Chalked Out
'Til shock value a mockery
While I was making quick scratch off a card like a lottery
Shox's title wasn't earned, is this an aristocracy?
That's your boy! That's your boy!
But you all know his title was a robbery
Shit, I can bring you down to Earth 'cuz that Soul went and filled you up with more air than Constantine
Careful when you talk to me
They be tossing me all of these back-to-back-to-back bookings and you defined in the back of the book like a glossary
Shox was calling me, like "It doesn't matter, the cost is free"
So I made this big deal outta nothing, you fucking drama queen
Apologies, I was keeping my options free
But apparently it was long flights just to hit you with the Scary and Posh Spice
What's that? It is the 'bob' and 'weave'
Motherfucker, this just fun, young trust fund, you ain't earnin' me yet
When every verse I [Versailles] tore up could add to Germany's debt
But I look in your eyes, and I see that you're disturbingly stressed
And his face tells me that Homer Simpson has been vertically stretched
I am a raider, I'll see you later, you can meet the creator
When shock show up on his face like a paternity test
You gon' learn from these vets
Not to step, and you know what else?
Every album you drop only shows your age, and you're no Adele
Do I have to explain?
Frames, Andy Dufresne, because to cover up the holes you seek paper then go over cell/oversell
He can't travel abroad, he's a criminal
Bitch, go to hell
The last few years, your background clean as the intro to the old Chappelle
Go ahead and hold the L
Plus you ain't got no arms, straight up without the stroke of twelve
Folks, I don't wanna lie
Shit the bars I brought so fly, how fly? They hit the cruising altitude and just wrote themselves
And yes, I flew in first class, but in your case I do coach as well
Round Two: Shox the Rebel:
This'll be something different
You are the most needy ego-driven desperate-for-praise battler I've met, by far G
And I've met Craft-D
I mean, it's hardly deep - the fans are gallant, giving it up
And you still wrote a 3000 word bitchin' article titled "When Talent Isn't Enough"
You ridiculous cunt
You can't demand props from fans because in battles you "kill loads"
Then turn up to World Dom rockin' a fuckin' Stars and Stripes silk robe
For real though, how loved did that make you feel, bro?
I mean, you took it off before you rapped
But under your hat was that Stars and Stripes bandana you had pulled real low, you fuckin' Yankee Doodledildo
What makes you think you deserve praise? Because you've got some wordplay?
Your forced multis don't enlighten the fans
He's such an ego-freak, his real name is legitimately Brian Theman
Fuckin' hell Flex, either you think all of your problems can be solved with mad views
Or you've been sonned / sunned so much you think the world revolves around you
When the Toronto crowd didn't react to your bar, you said, "If you don't catch it, YouTube will"
Yeah that little highlight's real
SLOW IT DOWN
He made his own highlight reel
You are a walking talking Twilight film
Your heart's full of envy, your mind rife with impurities
Which makes you like G4S, 'cuz your whole life's in security/insecurity
You shouldn't have a God complex when you spit bars like
"I'll leave him in a trunk so long he'll propose to the spare"
What fucking threat were you going for there?
Your references are shit, you're just wordy and speak a lot
A car crash, now I'm all in your house, do the Cleveland drop
Invite you for a game of pool, tell you the beef is off
Then beat you with the cue tip til your breathing stop
What you have to try me for? Now you're getting kicks soon you walk in the door
Like a Nike store
So watch your neck
This shotgun tap your thighs it ain't a pocket check
Fuck your ego, I slap a hater
Use my pen to check a square without a ballot paper
So thank me later
In my city you can't out-bar me
One call, thirty brothers takin' shots at your crib, it ain't a house party
So watch what you say, the wrong thing out of your mouth, you die
One tight line, knock you down a couple pegs, you getting hung out to dry
I can't lie, against Gotti you were dope, before the choke
But that's when I realized you could freestyle to save the tears
And when you shave your beard, your face is weird
You're a nice guy, Flex, but your massive ego makes you the deadest twat
And for that I will forever be on your neck like Skepta's tat
All this ego trippin' has to stop, because honestly nobody gives a fuck
You're only on the card today because I bigged you up
I told the team I wanna battle Madflex, when that dude rap he's a smooth cat
Ambi was like, "Shox vs Madflex! ... Who's that?"
I know you wanted legendary punches because in the ring my mic/Mike is iron
But I'll be honest with you, I took a break 'cuz well I found comedy gold in the Life of Brian
Look Flex, I ain't sayin' being passionate about your craft means your flows are less real
But if you keep taking yourself this seriously, my brother, no one else will
Round Two: Madflex
Yo, that whole round was bullshit, and I need you to calm the fuck down
Man, I've been shot at, fuck I look like getting worked up over Shox's one round?
You feel real confident, huh?
Nah, he ain't gonna box with a god, Shox is a fraud
This will hurt but it will do you some good like shiatsu massage
You just manipulate the joint, also like shiatsu massage
But me, I got a handle on the trap, that's also shiatsu massage
But when you get caught with these claws-- no, that's not shiatsu massage
I wash my hands of that
Alan's demise, capital I, and this guy won't capitalize
He like a communist law
I don't know, maybe they'll like it if I talk like you
Fuckin' hell, I already feel my thoughts improve
It's like, there's already new words, like "I'll beat you black and blue
With the pots they use in Doctor Who"
Oh shit, hold on, wait
No I'm sorry Shox, I don't need three, I'll beat Shox in two
I got flavor, off the wall paper like the Wonka room
You can wind up in the river if you suited, well then show your cards
I rip a bone apart until Great Britain don't think he return from the elbow like Bonaparte
Show some heart
Can I go back to Willy Wonka?
Yo fuck with a Slugworth til you return a jawbreaker, and I'm thinking I still own the part
Let's go one more, I'll turn your body black and blue from what you have to chew
On sight til you have to catch that violent 'bow, regards [Violet Beauregard]
Is that a reach? Did I go too far?
Well it was just a little reach like a T-Rex trying to fold its arms
Fuck it, no foul, no harm
If this crowd was really chalked out, Al would snort the card
Matter of fact, you look like you turn your nose up at more white shit than Lord Jamar
Know your part, you cheeky bastard
But over under, he's a factor, but over this plate you deliver the quick pitch like Steven Strasburg
Hoping we be friends in the end like Phoeb' and Chandler
But, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month or ev--
He's an actor, it's his motherfuckin' league and it seems battlin' me is one of the recent staff perks
But here's your hosting spot, Shox, somewhere near Tony Hamlet
And I say 'Hamlet' just 'cuz he fake mad, but he break bad just seeking answers
You comparing Shox to me? The question is, 'to be or not to be?'
I kill whatever [Claudius] through his layered tees with a leaking dagger
Shox you know, I rock the boat, Aaliyah's last verse
And you the type that couldn't hack it if you sneak a password
I'm finna beat yo ass and I'll leave Shox so awkward alone, on a red carpet like a D-list actor
You can't fuck with me, the way I go hard
And I got these crowbars, and they making a murder, you ain't even seen a blackbird
This ain't my city, but I'm commonly in the mausoleum of Leland Stanford
I asked them, "What do you think of Shox? I think he's odd"
He didn't even answer
I'll put these hands on 'em and turn his lights off, fuck it, who needs a clapper?
You tryin' me now and it's tyin' me down
'Cuz your head so high in the clouds, that this could be the rapture
If I ain't up 2-0, when you compare us, kids, it's Arabic
'Cuz flip the script and there's a chance an Englishman can see it backwards
Speaking of Arabic, he would convert to Islam if I told you you could meet Dizaster
And if I need words to describe you, I could get two outta three from Raptor
I'm seeking out greener pastures, it took balls, it took Shox and a non-relevant body to make a professional move like a FIFA capture of Eden Hazard
Who's the man, start rambling, it's Anne Boleyn
Off with his head then I'll reattach yours, it's an accoutrement
And I've got better things to do than to sell appearance
Matter of fact, I just came to tell Cruger how fresh his beard is
But regardless, I got a two-piece for all occasions
Motherfucker, I promise I'll be fine my whole life like Helen Mirren
And I'm not one of these Americans that calls football soccer
But I will run in your house, walk up to your mum, and I'll football her in the fucking mouth
I'm done for now
Round Three: Shox the Rebel
Leave my mum alone
Yo, watching you force multis is offensive
Even the old me was an old G, you know me, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rely on the Force to prevent your death, star [Deathstar]
Blow me, you don't know me
Outside of rap, I've got a couple of haters
But turns out you can't floss whips on the strip
It causes trouble with neighbors
So I downgraded the A4 to an A3 and doubled my paper
My work premier, make a suit black like Darth Vader
Pep talks in the mirror, make that legal calm paper
They don't wanna see a joker manage a nightclub/Knight Club, but you'll get that bar later
Gang affiliated, so you know we fuck from the beating
Bulimia, I wanna be a model citizen but I can't help throwing up when I'm eating
So beating me ain't an option
After Gem, every opponent can walk the plank
I had a problem with getting drug, that's why I had to talk to Frank[ie Phraser]
It was either that or a crowbar, and violent hardcore stage
And they can fucking talk about you biting a bar onstage
Turn a page, Chalked Out got some killers on the roster
We stay revving the throttle
I've been armin' acts [arm & axe] on the label like a Hennessy bottle
And you know I don't play with it, I'm dangerous with the shit
Wu Tang fan, before I pulled out I was loading chambers in the whip
I spit what I want, I don't care if you like gun bars or not, I don't rap for sad cats
Mask on, grab the wheel, pull up clutch in the whip and give him Mad MACS [Mad Max]
I'm creative with it, you should learn from the effort
I'm sayin' if he acting hard he [Hardy] can feel the burn from the desert [Desert Eagle]
You don't wanna see me black with the hammer, I see G I [CGI] cover your body with rounds when I send mo' caps [mo-caps] for the camera
So you can diss me for it, and I'll just do it some more
With this monster's ink [Monster's Inc] on a mic [Mike], I could Sully your Boo from the door
I know it sounds raw, but you ain't believable when you do it
Like you get one and it sings
Watchin' Hulk Hogan the last time I seen Flex guns in the ring
I'ma bring fear that had him paralyzed when he heard that I keep steel/still
You wanna get it shaking, I'll let it park in son's [Parkinson's] grill for real
Chop his hands off then mock him for it, like "how'd you feel?"
We're real Goodfellas, silently moving packs for the funds
You mention my shine bar, we're throwing bats [Batts] in the trunk
Cold boys, where I'm from we had no choice
Only angel we know in the hood was a Rolls Royce
And the only way out, become a lawyer, a singer maybe
I mean, not to sound like a wet blanket, but I've been through the wringer lately
See inspiration was hard to find in this heart of mine
[stumbles]
I decided it's time to define my own inspiration
From this point on, it's no longer ducking season
Someone tell that fat cunt Sensa, come get this fucking beating
As for you, Brian, I ain't see you make a rapper who's cold die yet
Between that inflated ego and those shit references your problems are two-fold: bye Flex [bi-flex]
Round Three: Madflex
Ever since Charlie bit his brother's finger (a long time ago), that's when I know this man would probably spit it darker than me
And I stepped off this plane and nothing but love out here, look
I had no clue that Colonel Mustard had a problem with me
He said -- some of you stone-faced and you're assholes -- he said, "it's Soul and Tony D"
I said, "Yo, set up the match!"
He said, "rah, they battle each other and you're battling...me..."
And I said, "Fuckin' hell, I guess I'll settle for that"
But first, let's pedal it back
'Cuz when I hit my opener on Lu [Cipher]
I'm throwing you in the fucking crowd Shox
You know you found a killer, 'cuz when you hit that opener on Lu
"I'm throwin' you in the fucking crowd" the very next battle
I thought "What the?! That sounds familiar"
But still, when Gemin1 quoted the stolen bars that this guy's written
I wasn't so sure that I should vibe with him
I figured it don't matter, I'll stay in the dark as long as I'm seeing green like night vision
And he'll speak to the boss when he makes a return like white women
Now you the champ, why you backing up Soul, is he Mike Bivins?
Should I hit him? Provide shipping? 'Cuz chances of surviving this iceberg?
Slim [Iceberg Slim], I pimpin'
I'm nice with it, put some spine in it
Hey London, did you see him standing there while Gemin1 shit on the time limits?
I laughed my ass off, Shox was like, "My bars ain't shit man, rap nine minutes, I'm fine with it"
But actually it was twelve minutes, but twelve minutes don't rhyme with this
Aye look, no matter how well Gemin1 did, I feel like I'm winning
'Cuz he watched every battle you've ever done and I didn't
Alright listen, I'll kill this man and blame it on the time difference
My plane arrived in Oakland the same moment that I hit him
5 o'clock and I was home at 5, that's not a crime, is it?
Hey, you dry snitching but I've witnessed what you brought today
Now you've been quick to no-show, I make a move, andale
You make moves on delay
And then every single one of your used concepts played
Mos Def, go check, maybe you Yasiin Bey
The man in the mirror, that's the one who Shox can blame
'Cuz you familiar with defeat/the feet, you could shoe shop for days
Bad bars, but I follow up and shoot off some flames
With all your steps back, I figured you would moonwalk to stage
Are you listening, 'cuz me I just find it sickening that your shit starts with a bite like the Bubonic plague
That's a 30, and the footage on the internet don't lie
They said he had no heart, but the offer he made me turned him into an EKG
I had to put "Clear!" pressure on Shox to stop skipping in a line
Rap game, Stevie Wonder, no it isn't 'cuz I'm blind
It's more literal this time, 'cuz you can feel it all over when I punch a ribbon in the sky
It's no sweat, I'm in fifth gear, it's weird, when I walk into a room and got no dread like O-Red
And I got double-name flips: Shox is getting re-volted 'til the Rebel wish he never revolted
I'm a purist, you a tourist, I don't give a fuck, your little circle ain't got the footing for squaring up like Stonehenge
Let's go then, we'll entertain, y'all won't forget the name
I'll walk in with a coffin and Shox's dead remains
And he'll get mangled in the Concrete, like "I'm sorry people, the venue changed"
Look at you, I'm not sure what I'm seeing is a rebel
And I love England, and that's why I've been keeping it respectful
But you stuck here, and my passport's a degree of differential
Think American Revolution, I think he's a bit resentful that he can't collect my stamps
And that's the reason we don't mesh well, Redcoat
I'm from the Fresh Coast, I flew beyond this city
You - QPR vs City, got to Leeds and then he settled
So in closing, you're my brother, but it's still me that is the rebel
'Cuz a Yank is just a Brit who leaves and reaches his potential
Flamethrower, straight poseur, body count full of slain soldiers
High risk, low reward, no remorse, game over
Let's be honest, you should feel honored, Flex
They saw fit to give you the Brit every Yank's dyin' to beat
I said, "Bring 'em all, please"
I promise you, everyone dies in your team
You know wanna know why my celebrity big, brother? [Big Brother]
Here come the reality check, keep your eye on the screen
Welcome to England, fuck your tight flow and your tight top
You ain't like Shox
These punches are a next wave, punch back
Over a light box to pick saw through a body like an X-ray
I make a pussy bleed, period, I'll get your neck ate
I got a muzzle, dogs, there's bare teeth when it bark in a vet's face
I suggest mate, you stay off the weed, set pace
Don't lose your bars after a J, son, state 'em [Jason Statham] or I'm lapping your pen, this a Deathrace
I ain't got time for the chat, that's why there's so many texts [techs] in the group
If I press then I shoot
Think Madeleine McCann, 'cuz the whole team lookin' for blood and the police'll point to the father when they find Flex in the booth/boot
I don't care if you're from the Bay, where they're know to clip a victim
This is London, where you catch an M in front of the TV, find your grill is missing
And act a West Coast custom, spray the whip quick and leave your big body an exhibit/Xzibit, Pimpin'
Surviving that, slim hope, I mean you live in the gym bro, but I'm fucking psycho
You wanna push, I black out/a black out like Jim Crow
Then we might fight, but I'm chillin' with the vamps next door, it's Fright Night
Shotgun towering over you, what's ya life like?
The slap'll turn a/Turner bitch, it's like Ike
So fuck sights, a couple pounds and I'm moving up a weight class
I'm Jordan, you're Iverson, you about to cross over, 'cuz I'm facing a fake Pass
That goes way past the usual
Punchlines confusing you, give you a new fate
Which is/witches to burn like The Crucible
'Cuz stupid dude took everything you had from Pass
Knowing his pad crack in the Bay
Which means we both like Pass in a way
'Cuz I took a break to rep Town Business, now I'm backpacking/back packing onstage
So you testing me, ridiculous niche
You can't spit with the kid
If I hear this guy rich, he [Guy Ritchie] can watch Lock, Stock & Two Smokin' Barrels will snatch his soul before I move Rock n' Rolla / rock and roll a victory spliff
You're dead soon as I say so
You're from the Bay? Well rep your league and your team for the payroll
I'll make a king fly/Kingfly, it's organic/Organik how it start with a KO
Bro, you are nothing like Brolic, bodies on the gun
The reason they call me a loon is/Luniz I got five on it
So you know I'ma smoke this herb from the baseline
It's fine, I'll speak to my bitch through a screen if I face time/FaceTime
See I'm nice with flows now, with lines I show out
Your bitch's head is Titanic, she hit the ice and go down
Then I chuck her in the boot, 'cuz this prick's a Stan
Onstage I'll blow this battle out his back, you know it's a wrap
When the shit hits the fan
Try me, it's highly likely you'll be hooked to an IV
When I pull up in the van, sayin' "I came for the scrap!"
With metal in the back like a pikey
You might be from the Wild West, but not everybody in the Bay spit it cold
You ain't a shooter, you claim you tote I'm [totem] gon' carve faces with a pole
You can't get a grip, like tires in the snow
You're a snitch, if you trip with wires then I blow
I'll bury you in C4, let's see if you're fire in the hole
Round One: Madflex
Yo, every girl on Christian Mingle says this guy is a punk
And y'all ain't heard Flex, but you know Shox'll wear black shirts to hide all that fluff
Now I'm thinking this evening that sinking feeling
Well it ain't women in the same room at that time of the month
This thing shoot, think wing suit, 'cuz I stepped off the plane and I was fly from the jump
Shox listen, this non-fiction, I talk different
Every single round brilliant like a diamond get cut
Now clarify, Shox the Rebel, are you Twitter verified?
Because you blew [blue] through the check that made a icon show up
I'm nice, bro, what's up!
Why get excited at this offer?
Hey Shox, you had to start your own league and then pull a bunch of strings
Just to get this crack at me, who knew I was a piñata?
I don't like your style, fuck Shox
I'll walk through him, Zangief spin right through Guile
And that's currency exchange, I turn my dollars into pounds
And I'll turn all of Shox's dreams into my frequent flyer miles
What up London?
Shox ain't gonna jog with sprinters
Yo, chill, real recognize real and you not familiar
If I opt to kill you, well that's when I slow play the steal on him like pocket pickers
Then after the fact, whoo! Boy I turn that jaw to absolute glass without a shot of liqueur
You got the picture?
Me and you, two things in common
One, I flew the bird, you caught the finger
Two, notice the dad bod and then notice the father figure
It's tomato tomato, I got a lot of good footage man, blame Avocado
I'm here thrivin', I'm 5000 miles from home tonight and y'all don't appear biased
And it's probably 'cuz my shit like a Dizaster round, ask me why
[Why?]
Because it always appears timeless
With a blanket and a thumb in your mouth, you be real Linus
So I just wanna hear silence, you don't appear violent
I ain't got a brawl on my hands, but outta nowhere I'll turn Shox/shocks into a bitch like Weird Science
C'mere Wyatt, England now startin' to rock with me
And I just came to bring a buzz to the tower like a Top Gun scene
Picture Shox out-rhyming me instead of Shox's body
Being chalked out at Chalked Out
'Til shock value a mockery
While I was making quick scratch off a card like a lottery
Shox's title wasn't earned, is this an aristocracy?
That's your boy! That's your boy!
But you all know his title was a robbery
Shit, I can bring you down to Earth 'cuz that Soul went and filled you up with more air than Constantine
Careful when you talk to me
They be tossing me all of these back-to-back-to-back bookings and you defined in the back of the book like a glossary
Shox was calling me, like "It doesn't matter, the cost is free"
So I made this big deal outta nothing, you fucking drama queen
Apologies, I was keeping my options free
But apparently it was long flights just to hit you with the Scary and Posh Spice
What's that? It is the 'bob' and 'weave'
Motherfucker, this just fun, young trust fund, you ain't earnin' me yet
When every verse I [Versailles] tore up could add to Germany's debt
But I look in your eyes, and I see that you're disturbingly stressed
And his face tells me that Homer Simpson has been vertically stretched
I am a raider, I'll see you later, you can meet the creator
When shock show up on his face like a paternity test
You gon' learn from these vets
Not to step, and you know what else?
Every album you drop only shows your age, and you're no Adele
Do I have to explain?
Frames, Andy Dufresne, because to cover up the holes you seek paper then go over cell/oversell
He can't travel abroad, he's a criminal
Bitch, go to hell
The last few years, your background clean as the intro to the old Chappelle
Go ahead and hold the L
Plus you ain't got no arms, straight up without the stroke of twelve
Folks, I don't wanna lie
Shit the bars I brought so fly, how fly? They hit the cruising altitude and just wrote themselves
And yes, I flew in first class, but in your case I do coach as well
Round Two: Shox the Rebel:
This'll be something different
You are the most needy ego-driven desperate-for-praise battler I've met, by far G
And I've met Craft-D
I mean, it's hardly deep - the fans are gallant, giving it up
And you still wrote a 3000 word bitchin' article titled "When Talent Isn't Enough"
You ridiculous cunt
You can't demand props from fans because in battles you "kill loads"
Then turn up to World Dom rockin' a fuckin' Stars and Stripes silk robe
For real though, how loved did that make you feel, bro?
I mean, you took it off before you rapped
But under your hat was that Stars and Stripes bandana you had pulled real low, you fuckin' Yankee Doodledildo
What makes you think you deserve praise? Because you've got some wordplay?
Your forced multis don't enlighten the fans
He's such an ego-freak, his real name is legitimately Brian Theman
Fuckin' hell Flex, either you think all of your problems can be solved with mad views
Or you've been sonned / sunned so much you think the world revolves around you
When the Toronto crowd didn't react to your bar, you said, "If you don't catch it, YouTube will"
Yeah that little highlight's real
SLOW IT DOWN
He made his own highlight reel
You are a walking talking Twilight film
Your heart's full of envy, your mind rife with impurities
Which makes you like G4S, 'cuz your whole life's in security/insecurity
You shouldn't have a God complex when you spit bars like
"I'll leave him in a trunk so long he'll propose to the spare"
What fucking threat were you going for there?
Your references are shit, you're just wordy and speak a lot
A car crash, now I'm all in your house, do the Cleveland drop
Invite you for a game of pool, tell you the beef is off
Then beat you with the cue tip til your breathing stop
What you have to try me for? Now you're getting kicks soon you walk in the door
Like a Nike store
So watch your neck
This shotgun tap your thighs it ain't a pocket check
Fuck your ego, I slap a hater
Use my pen to check a square without a ballot paper
So thank me later
In my city you can't out-bar me
One call, thirty brothers takin' shots at your crib, it ain't a house party
So watch what you say, the wrong thing out of your mouth, you die
One tight line, knock you down a couple pegs, you getting hung out to dry
I can't lie, against Gotti you were dope, before the choke
But that's when I realized you could freestyle to save the tears
And when you shave your beard, your face is weird
You're a nice guy, Flex, but your massive ego makes you the deadest twat
And for that I will forever be on your neck like Skepta's tat
All this ego trippin' has to stop, because honestly nobody gives a fuck
You're only on the card today because I bigged you up
I told the team I wanna battle Madflex, when that dude rap he's a smooth cat
Ambi was like, "Shox vs Madflex! ... Who's that?"
I know you wanted legendary punches because in the ring my mic/Mike is iron
But I'll be honest with you, I took a break 'cuz well I found comedy gold in the Life of Brian
Look Flex, I ain't sayin' being passionate about your craft means your flows are less real
But if you keep taking yourself this seriously, my brother, no one else will
Round Two: Madflex
Yo, that whole round was bullshit, and I need you to calm the fuck down
Man, I've been shot at, fuck I look like getting worked up over Shox's one round?
You feel real confident, huh?
Nah, he ain't gonna box with a god, Shox is a fraud
This will hurt but it will do you some good like shiatsu massage
You just manipulate the joint, also like shiatsu massage
But me, I got a handle on the trap, that's also shiatsu massage
But when you get caught with these claws-- no, that's not shiatsu massage
I wash my hands of that
Alan's demise, capital I, and this guy won't capitalize
He like a communist law
I don't know, maybe they'll like it if I talk like you
Fuckin' hell, I already feel my thoughts improve
It's like, there's already new words, like "I'll beat you black and blue
With the pots they use in Doctor Who"
Oh shit, hold on, wait
No I'm sorry Shox, I don't need three, I'll beat Shox in two
I got flavor, off the wall paper like the Wonka room
You can wind up in the river if you suited, well then show your cards
I rip a bone apart until Great Britain don't think he return from the elbow like Bonaparte
Show some heart
Can I go back to Willy Wonka?
Yo fuck with a Slugworth til you return a jawbreaker, and I'm thinking I still own the part
Let's go one more, I'll turn your body black and blue from what you have to chew
On sight til you have to catch that violent 'bow, regards [Violet Beauregard]
Is that a reach? Did I go too far?
Well it was just a little reach like a T-Rex trying to fold its arms
Fuck it, no foul, no harm
If this crowd was really chalked out, Al would snort the card
Matter of fact, you look like you turn your nose up at more white shit than Lord Jamar
Know your part, you cheeky bastard
But over under, he's a factor, but over this plate you deliver the quick pitch like Steven Strasburg
Hoping we be friends in the end like Phoeb' and Chandler
But, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month or ev--
He's an actor, it's his motherfuckin' league and it seems battlin' me is one of the recent staff perks
But here's your hosting spot, Shox, somewhere near Tony Hamlet
And I say 'Hamlet' just 'cuz he fake mad, but he break bad just seeking answers
You comparing Shox to me? The question is, 'to be or not to be?'
I kill whatever [Claudius] through his layered tees with a leaking dagger
Shox you know, I rock the boat, Aaliyah's last verse
And you the type that couldn't hack it if you sneak a password
I'm finna beat yo ass and I'll leave Shox so awkward alone, on a red carpet like a D-list actor
You can't fuck with me, the way I go hard
And I got these crowbars, and they making a murder, you ain't even seen a blackbird
This ain't my city, but I'm commonly in the mausoleum of Leland Stanford
I asked them, "What do you think of Shox? I think he's odd"
He didn't even answer
I'll put these hands on 'em and turn his lights off, fuck it, who needs a clapper?
You tryin' me now and it's tyin' me down
'Cuz your head so high in the clouds, that this could be the rapture
If I ain't up 2-0, when you compare us, kids, it's Arabic
'Cuz flip the script and there's a chance an Englishman can see it backwards
Speaking of Arabic, he would convert to Islam if I told you you could meet Dizaster
And if I need words to describe you, I could get two outta three from Raptor
I'm seeking out greener pastures, it took balls, it took Shox and a non-relevant body to make a professional move like a FIFA capture of Eden Hazard
Who's the man, start rambling, it's Anne Boleyn
Off with his head then I'll reattach yours, it's an accoutrement
And I've got better things to do than to sell appearance
Matter of fact, I just came to tell Cruger how fresh his beard is
But regardless, I got a two-piece for all occasions
Motherfucker, I promise I'll be fine my whole life like Helen Mirren
And I'm not one of these Americans that calls football soccer
But I will run in your house, walk up to your mum, and I'll football her in the fucking mouth
I'm done for now
Round Three: Shox the Rebel
Leave my mum alone
Yo, watching you force multis is offensive
Even the old me was an old G, you know me, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rely on the Force to prevent your death, star [Deathstar]
Blow me, you don't know me
Outside of rap, I've got a couple of haters
But turns out you can't floss whips on the strip
It causes trouble with neighbors
So I downgraded the A4 to an A3 and doubled my paper
My work premier, make a suit black like Darth Vader
Pep talks in the mirror, make that legal calm paper
They don't wanna see a joker manage a nightclub/Knight Club, but you'll get that bar later
Gang affiliated, so you know we fuck from the beating
Bulimia, I wanna be a model citizen but I can't help throwing up when I'm eating
So beating me ain't an option
After Gem, every opponent can walk the plank
I had a problem with getting drug, that's why I had to talk to Frank[ie Phraser]
It was either that or a crowbar, and violent hardcore stage
And they can fucking talk about you biting a bar onstage
Turn a page, Chalked Out got some killers on the roster
We stay revving the throttle
I've been armin' acts [arm & axe] on the label like a Hennessy bottle
And you know I don't play with it, I'm dangerous with the shit
Wu Tang fan, before I pulled out I was loading chambers in the whip
I spit what I want, I don't care if you like gun bars or not, I don't rap for sad cats
Mask on, grab the wheel, pull up clutch in the whip and give him Mad MACS [Mad Max]
I'm creative with it, you should learn from the effort
I'm sayin' if he acting hard he [Hardy] can feel the burn from the desert [Desert Eagle]
You don't wanna see me black with the hammer, I see G I [CGI] cover your body with rounds when I send mo' caps [mo-caps] for the camera
So you can diss me for it, and I'll just do it some more
With this monster's ink [Monster's Inc] on a mic [Mike], I could Sully your Boo from the door
I know it sounds raw, but you ain't believable when you do it
Like you get one and it sings
Watchin' Hulk Hogan the last time I seen Flex guns in the ring
I'ma bring fear that had him paralyzed when he heard that I keep steel/still
You wanna get it shaking, I'll let it park in son's [Parkinson's] grill for real
Chop his hands off then mock him for it, like "how'd you feel?"
We're real Goodfellas, silently moving packs for the funds
You mention my shine bar, we're throwing bats [Batts] in the trunk
Cold boys, where I'm from we had no choice
Only angel we know in the hood was a Rolls Royce
And the only way out, become a lawyer, a singer maybe
I mean, not to sound like a wet blanket, but I've been through the wringer lately
See inspiration was hard to find in this heart of mine
[stumbles]
I decided it's time to define my own inspiration
From this point on, it's no longer ducking season
Someone tell that fat cunt Sensa, come get this fucking beating
As for you, Brian, I ain't see you make a rapper who's cold die yet
Between that inflated ego and those shit references your problems are two-fold: bye Flex [bi-flex]
Round Three: Madflex
Ever since Charlie bit his brother's finger (a long time ago), that's when I know this man would probably spit it darker than me
And I stepped off this plane and nothing but love out here, look
I had no clue that Colonel Mustard had a problem with me
He said -- some of you stone-faced and you're assholes -- he said, "it's Soul and Tony D"
I said, "Yo, set up the match!"
He said, "rah, they battle each other and you're battling...me..."
And I said, "Fuckin' hell, I guess I'll settle for that"
But first, let's pedal it back
'Cuz when I hit my opener on Lu [Cipher]
I'm throwing you in the fucking crowd Shox
You know you found a killer, 'cuz when you hit that opener on Lu
"I'm throwin' you in the fucking crowd" the very next battle
I thought "What the?! That sounds familiar"
But still, when Gemin1 quoted the stolen bars that this guy's written
I wasn't so sure that I should vibe with him
I figured it don't matter, I'll stay in the dark as long as I'm seeing green like night vision
And he'll speak to the boss when he makes a return like white women
Now you the champ, why you backing up Soul, is he Mike Bivins?
Should I hit him? Provide shipping? 'Cuz chances of surviving this iceberg?
Slim [Iceberg Slim], I pimpin'
I'm nice with it, put some spine in it
Hey London, did you see him standing there while Gemin1 shit on the time limits?
I laughed my ass off, Shox was like, "My bars ain't shit man, rap nine minutes, I'm fine with it"
But actually it was twelve minutes, but twelve minutes don't rhyme with this
Aye look, no matter how well Gemin1 did, I feel like I'm winning
'Cuz he watched every battle you've ever done and I didn't
Alright listen, I'll kill this man and blame it on the time difference
My plane arrived in Oakland the same moment that I hit him
5 o'clock and I was home at 5, that's not a crime, is it?
Hey, you dry snitching but I've witnessed what you brought today
Now you've been quick to no-show, I make a move, andale
You make moves on delay
And then every single one of your used concepts played
Mos Def, go check, maybe you Yasiin Bey
The man in the mirror, that's the one who Shox can blame
'Cuz you familiar with defeat/the feet, you could shoe shop for days
Bad bars, but I follow up and shoot off some flames
With all your steps back, I figured you would moonwalk to stage
Are you listening, 'cuz me I just find it sickening that your shit starts with a bite like the Bubonic plague
That's a 30, and the footage on the internet don't lie
They said he had no heart, but the offer he made me turned him into an EKG
I had to put "Clear!" pressure on Shox to stop skipping in a line
Rap game, Stevie Wonder, no it isn't 'cuz I'm blind
It's more literal this time, 'cuz you can feel it all over when I punch a ribbon in the sky
It's no sweat, I'm in fifth gear, it's weird, when I walk into a room and got no dread like O-Red
And I got double-name flips: Shox is getting re-volted 'til the Rebel wish he never revolted
I'm a purist, you a tourist, I don't give a fuck, your little circle ain't got the footing for squaring up like Stonehenge
Let's go then, we'll entertain, y'all won't forget the name
I'll walk in with a coffin and Shox's dead remains
And he'll get mangled in the Concrete, like "I'm sorry people, the venue changed"
Look at you, I'm not sure what I'm seeing is a rebel
And I love England, and that's why I've been keeping it respectful
But you stuck here, and my passport's a degree of differential
Think American Revolution, I think he's a bit resentful that he can't collect my stamps
And that's the reason we don't mesh well, Redcoat
I'm from the Fresh Coast, I flew beyond this city
You - QPR vs City, got to Leeds and then he settled
So in closing, you're my brother, but it's still me that is the rebel
'Cuz a Yank is just a Brit who leaves and reaches his potential
Flamethrower, straight poseur, body count full of slain soldiers
High risk, low reward, no remorse, game over