Jey The Nitewing vs. Lu Castro lyrics

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing]

[Jey walks on stage clapping]

Proud a you lil' n*gga
You finally made n*ggas 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 sh*t different wit' me
I see you witcha lil' new style, I’m too proud
Especially after the n*gga Honor, had you beggin' for a new trial
The Goonies moved on, and that forced a n*gga to move out
Despite all the hate and the doubt, it’s Big Lu now
Unfortunately for you n*gga 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, f*ck is this point guard doin' in the paint?
I'll move a b*tch
'Move b*tch', this sh*t ludicrous (Ludacris) whip the pot, they gave Lu to Chris
He was rushin' (Russian), right through his sh*t
So it wasn’t, cause Lu did it, off popular vote he colLu'ded it
All that stupid sh*t 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 mothaf*ckas, sh*t, 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 n*gga?
All that sh*t 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 n*gga 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 b*tch
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, n*gga this is how the X do
Every time I see ya mom I want head and sex too
Test Lu, n*gga I hardly lose
This is barely even a plate, this hardly food
You Samoan n*ggas 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 b*tch it’s go time
Hopped in that V and-
That sh*t is so f*ckin' 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 f*ckin 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 n*ggA!
Or quiet it down
Cause even the sh*t I say passive fire (pacifier), for cryin' out loud
But I’m tired of this dumb sh*t, n*ggas don’t have any substance
Been followin' Cas' and over (casanova) time it’s just a whole lotta f*ck sh*t
Wassup b*tch?
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 sh*t he could do
That go for Lueazy and the (Louisiana) rest of these n*ggas, 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 f*ck 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 n*gga!
You inferior, I put fear in you n*ggas
The sh*t I do make n*ggas like you sound lyrical miracle n*gga
This right fist I‘ll beat you to the white sh*t I’ll Miracle Whip ya
Get clapped in a coma, comeback talkin' like a spiritual n*gga
You hearin' me n*gga?! Put ya chest away you built terrible n*gga
Wit' ya Mighty Mouse chestplate
The f*ck happened to leg day?
Lookin' like a n*gga's daughter just did a bid in the kiddy corner What’s really p*ssin' 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 n*ggas lookin' at me like I’m f*ckin' 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!? f*ck 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 sh*t 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 sh*t
I couldn't wait 'til he got here quick to punch him in ya lil' dirty ass
Ain't gotta air sh*t
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 sh*t
Add some mo' in (Samoan) the clip, some mo' will go in the spliff
I move slow in this b*tch, like I'm off the purple and Sprite
Come (c*m) in this b*tch, 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 n*gga in the room will never make another sound again
When I activate
You thought you was past this stage?
You f*ckin' wrong
See you just sound like the Rock, I hit like one, I'm f*ckin' 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 n*gga, 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 b*tch go, Sig' blow
Whatchu 6'1" or 6'4"?
n*gga 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
pus*y I'll shorten ya lifespan
My .9 out so...up your pal!
Like a p*ssed off white man
Time

[Round 3: Jey The Nitewing]
I never seen a n*gga 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 n*ggas the wildest", I'ma make this Bronx n*gga a wildcard
Look at me n*gga
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
n*gga I came up off SPAM and Spaghetti O’s
n*gga my diet was chain letters you just say whatever
But you can’t handle n*ggas talkin' to you
You was sayin' I was surfin' and sh*t
What happened wit' you and Honor Lulu (Honolulu)?
I’m watchin' the new you
Gettin' tired, almost exhausted
Them DMV n*ggas 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 n*gga from the west that Ultimate Madness counted
And there’s some n*ggas from the west that if given the chance would've done y’all n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 bullsh*t just sound stupid
I wish I had n*ggas gassin' me when I couldn’t get the crowd movin'!
n*gga you tired of that Goonie gas?! f*ck 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 n*gga and he'll still get it, like a head nod
This how we gon' do this
You real b*tch, I'm real right
So you just wanna smack n*ggas and I smack n*ggas 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, f*ck 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t
And a stand for you n*ggas like an activist
Oow, I don't slack for sh*t
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 f*ckin' 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
n*gga 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 sh*t we can't avoid
Rest in peace Breonna Taylor
Rest in peace to George Floyd
We rap about street sh*t, f*ck a crooked cop
We rap about street sh*t because of the systematic oppression we've been put in and the sh*t that we livin'
And keep in mind
Y'all took an oath to serve and protect, we didn't
Time man