Cortez vs. Quest MCODY lyrics

(*Cortez decides to skip the coin toss and chooses to go first*)

[Round 1: Cortez]
You see, it's battles like this where I'm uninspired
They wonder why, the fans on this app gon' unsubscribe
See, when it comes to mines, yours is undermined
But I'm under mine
Wit' lines, he punch, but I punish mines
Let's keep sh*t 100
Or a buck, wit' this nickel, to keep sh*t 100, 5
It's no Caffeine
You see, Smack? He's nothin' live
Gun aside, I'm gon' walk up casual
This is only for the cash, that's why I'm chalkin' and taggin' you
So, uh, pardon the attitude
Bullets'll be crossin' him lateral
Because way before Trump, we was mobbin' for capital
In drеad spots that get guap
At 17, coppin' red-bottoms off Red Tops
Illеgal, workers for cheap like sweatshops
I'll map his route, and then I'll go and end Quest at a rest stop
You just my lil' bro
Come on, Quest, you don't get props
I'm talkin' (talk and) sh*t to my son like Craig pops
Yellow tape, white chalk, and red mops
Or add Quest to a Detroit mural for dead opps!
Right up on his block, I'm grippin' the handle
Then I'm kickin' his candles
The body rot - (*sniff*) - the scent stronger than the bricks in the panel
30-clip, yeah, boy, I ain't riskin' no ammo
Fire sticks, I'll let it lift, and when it click, the sh*t look like I'm switchin' the channel
I will print yo' face image and sit that sh*t on apparel
Print it up, and sell it at the next venue I battle, n*gga!
Don't you know?
You know the vibes, right? Vision is focused
You ain't never get to a bag, so what you feelin' is broken
You're sad, you're mad, you're bitter and hopeless
So of course I'm settin' the mood...with trigger emotions!
I told you, boy
n*ggas talkin' 'bout, "Yo, sh*t is gon' be great. Writin' for Quest is hard."
I said, "Damn right, 'cause the only thing we know about Quest is Marv."
So it's only right what I can give you at best is bars
Like, yo, bro, if I open the safe, then no one is safe
And the feds gon' open a case when I (*swish-swish*) open his face
The good die young? Yeah, that's mostly the case
I know his age, so he gon' look .40...all in the face!
I'm wit' torture
Sadistic sh*t is a disorder
I will puncture lungs, then cut out the tongue of this slick talker
Evil thoughts, mind more toxic than Flint water
'Cause you can't leave Cort' (court) wit' the Hawks: Vince Carter
n*gga!
Smack, I told you, I am through with statuses
I mean, I ain't sayin' I needed Mook to rap against
But you coulda gave me Ooops the activist or even debuted Illmaculate
Instead, he gave me him gladly, thinkin' it's gon' boost his averages
But little did you know Quest Will struggle on his Pursuit of Happyness
I don't like you
Chrome rifle
Signs show no vitals
Now your death all over, Graham ('Gram): you'll go viral
His last name's Graham, go viral - wordplay
Either way, I'm the most underrated, underhanded, I oversaw
Being overlooked creates a pen overall
[Round 1: Quest MCODY]
Y'all give it up for Cortez

Why they keep sayin' "YEAH!?"
I don't even know
I got Cort' (court) tomorrow...
I don't need to go
I don't even show
I got sh*t to do
Only God can judge me...
Who the f*ck is-
YOU ain't never got no top-tier money in your life, b*tch!
I'm quite sick
Two 'K's (2K), this left'll move him, but I'd rather bring this cross over when that right stick
Hi, kids, I'm Quest
Yes, one of the old n*ggas
I blow triggers, and I'm lookin' for a n*gga wit' a bag like a gold-digger
Broke n*ggas!
Fake-ass diamonds on top of all that gold glitter
n*gga, you not hot!
Stop worrying about if my stock drop
Tez, I got 100K in a stock op'
I done chopped blocks
Ain't nothin' to glorify
I be mortified from all the Glock shots
So when I'm steppin' to Cort' (court) wit' two fo's, n*gga, it ain't a shot clock
Pop-pop!
Time tickin', listen, this gun'll lay you down
I'm not a product of my environment, n*gga - it's the other way around
I'm not the one to play or clown
n*gga, so act right
How the f*ck you get all these chances to shine just to rap like-
You rap like you thought-provokin'
You'll get slapped twice if a thought provoke him
So let's explore the war
It might be gruesome to my peers
But sh*t, it's music to my ears
I'm talkin' horror, Cor' (horrorcore)
No remorse! I know your whore!
That b*tch knockin' wood like door-to-door
I was buyin' houses on my block when you and Math were sharin' a f*ckin' Honda 4-door Acord
Back when empty Exclusiv vodka was part of your f*ckin' home decor
I know you, Cor'
You sold petty drugs, no heavy sh*t
His speed more like nickel bags and reggie flips
You know, a n*gga that keep a job for steady chips
But on break (brake), he broke, so he peddl-
Look, I knew...you was a sucka when Math punched Serius
And you got all giddy and excited
He was hypin' up the crowd, like he was really wit' the violence
Then we got around Dizaster
I was there - you were SILENT!
Had it been one of my n*ggas, I don't care if he was Tyson
We fightin'
All right, then? You heard this?
You nervous
Silencer on the pistol
Loso, don't say a word, b*tch
The Lord is my shepherd, and he the only one that heard (herd) this
BANG! Get served quick
I'm off the curb wit' it
Move, he son not a Class Act the way these nerds kick it
Superb wit' it
Same move, he (movie) go upstairs wit' the Blade, he gettin' mopped up!
n*gga, you are not like this
What I write's Midas
If it's eye for an eye, I ain't risk an iris
It's King Cody, the thing on me
You know I'm 'bout the cash route
BBG the movement, and I'm fresh up out the stash house
[Round 2: Cortez]
You can tell the n*gga was nervous
You ain't even on the stage
You took your buffs off, and literally...you showed us that you even keep it on the shades
But um...yeah, y'know what I mean?
Listen (x8)
All patience lost
This is what y'all had a motherf*cker waitin' for?
Beasley, you hit my line? That was a wasted call
I mean, I held y'all down during that ARP situation
Y'all been movin' fake and all
And it's cool, 'cause offerin' me this plate, Smack, is a clear spit in the face from y'all
So if you on this app and you watchin' this battle, you gotta be real bored
I mean, I'm only here to take one thing: a life
So what I gotta steal for?
You will be front-page news if my hitters go and drill more
Of course you're promo for this album
So it's only right I drop him - (*smack*) - and then I put him on a billboard
What's up, boy? I was made for this
That Eazy battle? I'm ashamed of it
My friend died - right?
I was goin' through some sh*t, I couldn't shake the sh*t
So what y'all did?
My man Meg lost his life, and now y'all give me a motherf*cker who's been wastin' his
What have you done for battle rap, b*tch!?
Don't talk about TV
'03? Bro, please
We used to Marvel at you, brother, but low-key (Loki)
MTV and Vibe Magazine? That was O.D.
But since then, your quest for highlights have been low peaks
So if he's groundbreakin'
It's his soul so deep in the ground pavement that I can use your bones for the foundation!
I'm talkin' wild cases
Nah, he shook like he took it, the trial wasted
Wit' an extra shot
Yeah, 'cause everything in my file (foul) flagrant
I done made the corps, boy, I done sent the goons
They in the venue wit' extra brooms
I'll make sure forensics go and inspect your wounds
Battles during the COVID era? f*ck it, I'm in a restless mood
Now you can die wit' your mask like MF DOOM!
I told n*ggas, "Sticks emerge
A half-moon clip, his whole clique get cur-"
Boy, you look like you from 63rd!
I'm a bit disturbed
The trigger finger, it's gon' itch wit' nerves
And have him twitchin' like he sniffed a whole...(*sniff*) a brick, a bird
Bro, you ain't fit for earns, you just fit for urns
Even my b*tch keep the fif', that's word
That means she can't cook: she always lets the biscuits burn!
I told n*ggas!
n*ggas said, "Yo, Cor', you need Quest in this."
I said, "No, I don't even remember requestin' this. Or accepting."
Accept it, I'm respected
The exception is and the question is
If Quest has ever executed any quest of his!
No! You haven't!
Small-room, Quest, you lack
That's why I'm here torturin' a clown, I done set the trap
Closed-casket, no question...Quest in that!
My last battle? That sh*t wasn't trash...that sh*t was less than that!
It was less than that
But Harry's back, 'cause once again, I'm reinvested, Smack
I told n*ggas!
So stop the cam'
This battle ain't make sense, to be honest, fam'
Kimani Graham, a Detroit GOAT to y'all as fans
But you ain't heard (herd)? I done kept me that live stock (livestock) to silence lambs
I got the can', it's on demand
And if this TEC on me, you know you gon' get homi'd
You're just a 'Pac hologram
sh*t, on this stage, we all projected a dead body
So like I said, I appreciate you reachin' out
But wait 'til Round 3, 'cause there's some sh*t we gotta speak about
[Round 2: Quest MCODY]
Ayo...you the worst in your firm
That's sorta your nature
I drop dawg wit' a Scott Hall...he'll get a part of the Razor
Pardon the chamber
Clark Kent: I'll tear you apart wit' the blazer
Look, on the lowest (Lois) Lane, he a Dame
So once again, I'm on Cort' (court) wit' a Blazer
Look, n*gga, you are weak-weak, wack-wack
Y'all see how I do a ho when I'm back, Smack (back-smack)
He'll take a catnap
f*ck a gat clap
We in the junkyard, dog: we could scrap-scrap
Hold up, let me backtrack, 'cause it could get ugly
Can't take sh*t from me, yet he ain't bump me
Choke a n*gga
Fred G. Sanford...POP a big dummy!
Yoke (Yolk) a n*gga: split Humpty!
Clown! Wit' the pen, he wise (Pennywise) beyond his years
This is It - trust me!
A king author (Arthur)
Swing, off ya head like a guillotine 'cross ya
Hit a beam, your team lost the Dream like Hakeem when he got sent off, bruh
A, penny for your thoughts
BANG! That BOW move meant (bowel movement) the sh*t cost ya
Your sh*t's awful
For any square that's around, your sh*t's waffle
Trunk that, we back bustin'
Cap rushin' like Big Dolla
I brought the MAC for the beef
He still got knocked off: that's McDowell's
sh*t foul!
Click, POW!
Stop it, bro
Yoshi dad: I'll pop a ho
If y'all 'bout the bread, why you duckin' smoke?
Stop, drop, and rolls
You think you nuts? You suck!
This Glock pop, sit cold (popsicle)
I'm cold, bloodin'!
I'da left Eazy (Easy) baked, no oven
Click and shoot you, get rid of Google: the Chrome dumpin'
Listen to you, your tone wasn't...this intense?
We campin' out! Sticks lit!
We 'bout to off your own (on) button
I don't know nothin'
I got mad cake
Man, wait
I got a b*tch that'll play Lorena Bobbitt if the cash straight (castrate)
Blast .8s, I re-main a prophet (profit) like I stack papes