Joe vs. Holmzie Da God lyrics

[Round 1: Joe]
Look who finally made it to a URL event
Good sh*t, bro
It’s good to see you in your element
‘Cause your music? Straight trash
These battles keepin’ you relevant
It’s like you live by the train station…’cause the sound of those tracks brings down the value of Holmz’ (homes) development
You? Takin’ a pure L (Purell) at the hands of me: I’m tryna fight infections
I’mma pull to the shoulder: I gotta find directions
You got a kid? I’ll put a father in a box: that’s my confession!
Hit the melon and (melanin) off the body, like he my complexion!
I hate your cliquе!
Ratchet, back out on him: flaky b*tch!
New gun, evеry day, take your pick
Today, it’s .45: April 5th
Bro, if I lash (eyelash) out, (*pfoo*) make a wish!
Gun-butt, have your ceiling breakin’
Kid’s doctor - get the check up (check-up) or sh*t get physical
I got little patience (patients)
I’m walkin’ ‘round with a filthy blade, and
It went in dirty, came out clean: rehabilitation!
Gloves on, case they check the fine prints like paperwork
I’mma unregister this .40 ‘fore I’ll make it burst
No numbers on the side of this sh*t, ‘cause I scraped it first
I’m in the crib shavin’ with the serial (cereal): I’m late for work!
And your b*tch get smacked! Back to back!
I don’t need the pound
You’re damn right I’mma crack her (I’m a cracker) over and over again like Glueazy rounds
One clip of this battle drop, fans be like, “Leave that man alone”
They’ll see white trashin’ you soon as they dropped the trailer, Holmz’ (homes)!
I’ll catch you drivin’ in your whip, your tires finna flip
I’mma fire straps
If I cop somethin’ big and black, the car’ll (Carl) flip: “Did I do that?”
But lemme chill
‘Cause if we fight, you’d prob’ly f*ck me up, bro
Looks like you got some heavy-ass hands
Nah, I was kiddin’, Holmz’ (kid in homes): Neverland Ranch
You been pus*y! Now I’m exposin’ the fake!
Mr. Potato Head: I’ll pull the arms out and stick a nose in your face!
I’ll tie you and your b*tch together, let you pick who the fif’ slayin'
BOW! That tramp’ll lean (trampoline) in the back of Holmz’ (homes)
Think the kid’s playin’!
You stand up? She layin’ flat on her back
‘Cause I let the .50 spit
Now Holmz’ (homes) gotta elevate her (elevator)
Yeah, I’m rich as sh*t!
[Round 1: Holmzie Da God]
Yo, yo
I say, uh…battle rap is like the human brain
It control the vessel of hip-hop
Real n*ggas used to eat, breathe, and sleep this
Nowadays, all these n*ggas do is get on social media
And make subs conscious of the fact that it’s lame to sneak diss
So in order to get to the stem of the problem…
Well, we gotta connect back to when the real sh*t started decreasin’

[Dre Dennis]
What you mean by that, bro?

[Holmzie Da God]
Don’t f*ckin’ know, I made it up
I just thought it sounded like some deep sh*t
But peep this
Who here like gun bars?
That’s what the f*ck I’m talkin’ ‘bout
So throughout this whole battle, my n*gga, that’s what the f*ck I’m talkin’ about
He’s a fag, actin’ tough
See this flame and the .9’ll speak
And y’all gon’ see bullets flyin’ in a fruit like James and the Giant Peach!
Don’t he strike y’all as a dopehead?
Type white boy to have constant overdoses in the ambulance?
Nah, I know your style
You the n*gga that get fronted a pack and run off wit’ 40 grams of tan
But for that 40, nine’ll (49er) leave him on the concrete blankin’ out
Then once I put a bullet in Joe mind, tan’ll (Montana) be the last thing this n*gga thinkin’ ‘bout
Big clip, in the Glock
I’mma click it, then I spark it
Think it’s a game, ‘til I roll up wit’ the magazine in dog face like “No p*ssin’ on the carpet!”
Or I can catch you while you at your wedding
I’m really a different dude
We known to train fast, I’ll air rounds quicker than inner tubes
Told him his mama gonna die, or wifey gon’ get the Uz’
Soon as I caught him at the altar, made him (ultimatum) pick or choose
n*gga who, the f*ck you think you is?
You walk in here with here for months
White people like roller coasters right?
Well when it's wartime we like y'all when y'all on 'em
Soon as we go down we got them arms up
Harm us? I'm killin' you and everybody that's thinkin' you supposed to hurt me
Try to run, leg shots, I'll break a leg then take a leg, think of the Hokey Pokey
Now wait, cause I know y'all like, "Why would he say "Hokey Pokey on the URL?"
Well let me just test somethin' out
I said, I'd break a leg then take a leg, yeah n*gga the Hokey Pokey
A cast is what I'ma put ya right foot in but I'm a take the left one out
If you say the wrong thing, I'll f*ck ya b*tch
To the point where even you'll be callin' her mine
It only took a little bit of Perc' to hit it too
Somethin' small, just a dime after that
Straight back shots, made the b*tch feel it all in her spine
So once I give her this perc and di*k you learn (perpendicular) I'm not the one to cross the line
You n*ggas always barkin' up this wrong tree cause you know I'm not the one to play with
I got a lot of brothers and we go thuggin' with the clips like our papa was a Wayans
Silencer on the gun and I put it right on the nose like the proper way to say it
Think it's a game
Pew- bullet on the tip of his tongue, he forgot what he was sayin'
That's why y'all talk [?] cause I know if y'all do, y'all gon' have to pray for help
Gun smoke on ya tongue, f*ckin' up ya sense to the point where you can taste the smell
I'll trip in this b*tch and have everybody in ya whole section facin' shells
So pump ya breaks before I make you put the metal in ya own mouth, n*gga brace yaself
It's rounds like this that's crazy enough to chew through your whole set
But on everything, that's my lightest
You still got two of them jawns left
[Round 2: Joe]
You better kill me in this building bro
Cause the lens always shows they couldn't hang in the ring
I'm f*ckin' raw on camera, that's just the Reality King
We can have a classic today, I bet that sh*t will look the same in the clip
Even if you think we tied the 'Tube shows nothin' (nuttin') is safe in this b*tch
f*ck Holmzie, if the tone is raisin', he get a gun butt 'til his nose is breakin'
Dawg (dog) ate the magazine
It ain't far-fetched to say he need a bone replacement
I don't like how the Loud Boys rap, now I'm lacin' one
The steel (distill) with a barrel like I'm makin' rum
f*ck ya life, I drug this b*tch from under the bed now I'm takin' one
Masked up in front of Holmz' (homes) like The Purge movie, I wish y'all would try to save this bum
I give no f*cks, double .9, both tucked
Soon as I turn, buck will (turnbuckle) shatter his dreams; Gold Dust
Oh you thought we were bros huh?
Just a couple of homeboys spittin' rounds
Y'all see the movie Get Out?
(Yeah)
He thought it was good to see a familiar face...'til I gripped the pound!
Then I spray the heat, think Get Out again
Cause soon as metal hit the mug he goin' straight to sleep
f*ck ya kid
I'll put little Holmz' (homes) in a box like Monopoly
He don't know what Joe 'bout
In the game of Life, you Sorry, why Risk havin' Trouble with me?
Guess Who brought the toast out?
Give this cat a gory (Scattergories) death
We had to grab off Hungry hip
Oh (Hungry Hippo), you didn't know that's my bro now?
What the outcome? Leave him a Clue
After the gun shoots (Chutes) & Ladders him, the Cranium broke out
Yeah, you know I'm nice
Figured the board game scheme was a risk
f*ck it, I'll roll the dice
A fan said I look like I listen to rock and roll music, I started schemin' out the gate
Hit Holmz' like, "Where you at bro?
Soon as they were linking, (Linkin), Park
With a pair or more (Paramore), grab the Guns & Rose heatin' the place."
You thinkin' I'm not with the Coldplay, is the Roots of ya problem
The drum will beat in his face, the nerve out a (Nirvana) rapper
Cause they got slick, not ever, make him Kiss the chrome when somethin' metallic a (Metallica) be in ya face
We came from the south strapped
TEC in the hammy, .9's, .40's, I brought 'em all together like a death in the family
With a bunch of 'matic clappers, I'll send pops at ya heart (Hart) like Jaz The Rapper
I keep it drawn, tell my team, "Roundup, spray", then we'd (weed) be gone
Cause I can see the b*tch in Holmz' (homes) like a Peeping Tom
[Round 2: Holmzie Da God]
Aye y'all remember when your grandma used to have a little fancy China cabinet?
She would say "don't touch it" and if you did it was yo' ass just because grams warned him
Well I was a different type, hardheaded as a kid cause
When my grandmother used to go to work, I was always touchin' them China plates...and cuttin' up grams on 'em
Last PG event, I ain't gon' lie this n*gga had one of the most grittiest lines
He said, "Y'all know white boys ain't got no rhythm
So if you see me swingin' arms doin' Dougy wrong don't be surprised"
That was fire
But let me show y'all why I'm the king at flippin' concepts and use him as my first victim
He think he street, let's ride up and put some potholes in him
We can fight, catch you on the train tracks, n*gga I will bend and knock yo' sh*t in
Poppin' fly? Get his block knocked off-beat on the tracks cause white boys ain't got no rhythm
Now you 'bout to see the God washin' a n*gga, this sh*t is a baptism
You is a pus*y, I see you in high school it be ass whoopings
He walk past he get punched on, see me and act different
Take a set, he take a bop I'm givin' him black rhythm
But where that n*gga from Richmond at?
I'm talkin' 'bout that n*gga Jakkboy
I don't need a gun for you n*gga I'll put it down and we can shoot the fist so act the f*ck up
Walk up on him while I'm dolo might (Dolomite) put the MAC (mack) down so he'll get pimp slapped the f*ck up
So back the f*ck up before this whole event ends jacked the f*ck up
Bullet to his chest, now he on the floor
Paramedics gon' have to come pick Jakk the f*ck up
Look at this white boy, nervous

[Dre Dennis]
Nah he white, he ain't nervous
When they get nervous they get red in the face

[Holmzie]
Well he better be ready to get nervous
Cause in a second he gon' have this infrared in his face
After this battle we gon' shoot from PG to top three
n*ggas tell me don't bring my girl to a battle cause n*ggas might press her or pocket check her
I'll tell you one thing, that sh*t happens to y'all not me!
I'm about to start showin' n*ggas what gettin' sonned feels like
The sh*t y'all do in y'all raps, n*gga I did in real life
When you was 20, you was prolly in college, parents sent you a care package with cologne, some soap and some socks
When I was 20, I was the youngest n*gga in my cell
Three Bloods tried to run in hut, my only defense was two fists so soap and a sock
They left out empty handed, aimin' for items but ain't get my jawns
After that, man I had to play the day room for a week straight...with my flip flops on!
That's why I don't believe you n*ggas
Cause on wax y'all tough, but in real life y'all be oh so
Homo, I come to ya crib, ready to get sh*t jumpin' with the sticks I go so
Pogo, this girl grabbin' on him, screamin' like, "No Joe! Don't go!"
Thought he was an ape then I left the n*gga's brains exposed; Mojo
I lose my mind when my hand on a gun
When my finger on a blazer I be dumbin'
And I'm real life crazy cause I feel perfectly justified in shootin' ya lady in the stomach
Now n*ggas lookin' at me crazy, cause I wild out and hit his lady with the clips
But if y'all religious and y'all think I'm wrong, y'all hypocrites
n*gga I'm God, his name "Joseph", the Bible told you I was meant to put this baby in his b*tch

[Round 3: Joe]
I said this collision wit' me was an accident
We gave this j*rk the wheel to get outta line and lose sight to the road to his fate?
You call yourself "Da God"? Let's deduct the bull (deductible)
That's somethin' they all state (All-State) just to get coverage at a higher rate
As far as Loud Boys? You earn a safe driver bonus
Cause now they gotta pay for tickets to see ya driving record take the purest loss cause
Cause your liability is premium
But don't act reckless now you don't have them for insurance, fraud
You look like a snitch
I heard this b*tch is a cop, look like you stand for the law
Listen and watch
One step, your soul get lifted, he missin' a sock
Concert tickets, 50 a pop
Bury this corn in a field to take the edge off, I gotta a picture to crop
Act like you aren't the best in Jersey, you will get washed
Dusted, I wish you would stop
His surface cleaner, amongst others
This Arm & Hammer make sure you get to the top
Let me win b*tch
Cause a tie'll (tile) have me cleanin' Holmz (homes), I'll Swiffer the mop
If it's a MAC, you lit (immaculate), it's my Pledge if I spray I'm not missin' a spot
Oh sh*t, my bad, aye I f*cked up, I was supposed to angle this round
f*ck it, if I rap I can embarrass him
You're gonna play that black vs white sh*t, right?
That's funny, cause bar for bar you pale in comparison
Act like I'm white so I wouldn't do sh*t, that's when it got gory
Already told him white boys can't dance, they let the Milly Rock for me
sh*t escalate? I let it elevate with a Glock .40
If he stares (stairs), run up, and take it to a higher level, you'll be a top story
A foot long blade come out, this be the consequence
And this kinda sorta may be in ya face if he (iffy) ain't on the fence (defense)
If that don't work, bring the .4 my way
"Kinda", "sorta", "maybe", "iffy", "on defense" and y'all still not sure about me?
You ain't gettin' it dawg?
Firm handshake, grippin' the palm
I'll show you Hip Hop Is Real when I let it jump from the hand On My Wrist Is Frogs
This b*tch never tell the truth, every line familiar like Ryda fam'
Pus' like to fight, but f*ck the guns, the shake replace the meal (mil) like a diet plan
I pass my man the strap, I bet he murk you
We black out and hold the piece (peace) in the street like the Pepsi commercial
f*ck my last battle, I was wiggin' and y'all wasn't feelin' the sh*t
I felt like 'Stan'
Y'all were actin' Shady not gettin' the writtens now I'm killin' this b*tch
Boy I got the dopest spot
And you must be on coke and line thinkin' your dopest line is as dope as mine

[Round 3: Holmzie Da God]
When we was teenagers, we was buggin' out
Head first was how we dove in the madness
We was really wildin', especially once we got ahold of some ratchets
Cause for ten bands my mans will do ya whole fam'
All of y'all will go in the casket
But me? I was so crazy I don't need no money
I would shoot the sh*t up for nothin', I was overreacting
But we only booked for two minutes so we don't got time to say a lot
Let me tell y'all 'bout myself, I used to play the block
Started outta high school wit' nicks, had green on me
After that, played Joe Clark, kept Lean On Me
Had pills, had dope, cook up fo' sho'
My coke flow? Like a snow globe, left the world shook up with snow
But not only did I play on the block and whip heaters out
I play wit' hoes, I get pus*y you n*ggas dream about
Last night, my girl brought two b*tches [?] to play wit'
(Facts)
No fabrication
Am I lyin'? That line is factual as hell
I'm kinda sick y'all ain't react to that
I ain't even have no punch for it
I thought the fact that it happened would get reaction in itself
That's why I'm offensive and defensive when I'm attackin' you dudes
I was told when it's war, lock (warlock) on wit' precision so, y'all ain't no which (witch) craft I'ma use
Speakin' of witchcraft, if you got the green, then I'm at you wit' the long nose and ain't no hidin' it from us neither
We let it fly wit' the sticks, plus I'm ridin' wit' a sweeper
Your squad ain't dope as mine, it don't matter
I could give a f*ck what you said, dope as mines?
If that's the case the only thing I need'll be straps and arms when I start shootin' up in ya head
That's how I know, you n*ggas minds as dope as mine
This what the game need, authenticity mixed with potent lines
Your career options, inherit ya dad business or start your own, your only pros or cons
While n*ggas in my hood was either tryin' to make it to the league or they stayed on the block, that was our pros and cons
If you don't really want a problem, then shootin' at me, you should not do that
Cause it get hectic, sh*t get crazy when I shoot back
You gon' see this sh*t way before it hits you, a premonition
Then I smile right after I flash back, I'm reminiscing
And ain't nobody gonna find where I put ya corpse, we gon' make sure of it, trust me
Make sure nobody see me around that pit, like I'm tryin' to see if I'm musty
But I can drop you now with a chest shot then walk him down with some pep in my stride
I give a f*ck if he dead or not, either way I'm lettin' 'em fly
Gave him the "is he dead kick", then triple check to see if there was still somethin' left in his eyes
c*ck back and made a way for J to kiss (Jadakiss) the bullet then I gave the top five
Dead or alive
You n*ggas come wit' confidence, but then be leavin' in shame
After you battle me you don't be speakin' the same
And if this n*gga think he ridin' I'ma creep in his lane
And when you talkin' 'bout Da God
(Don't be speakin' in vain!)