BAR FIGHT™ - TOXSIKK VS AXEL LEON lyrics

[Toxsikk verse 1]
This ain't my verse altercation - this sh*t should prove
My knuckles digging for something ancient - not Stick & Move
I don't sit confused
Boy, I am too picky - I pick and choose
I pick his brain - like I just strung out his tennis shoes
Hit the snooze - don't wanna wake up - stay in your dreams
I be the realist astral projection you've never seen
I promise you couldn't spit at the top if you catched it -
Truthfully everything in my pocket is in my jeans
Check it, a master killer - my methods contain the most
A chamber of my own nature - I just shook hands with a ghost
I'm supernatural - actually tangible by the host
So look over your clavicle if you yapping 'bout I ain't close
Have you noticed the pattern?
I'm stepping on every rapper
Hitting them bar for bar - well, I basically built a ladder
I pull it up when I get there - that destination is Saturn
'Cause the ring that I'm after could fit around all that matters
Where did Klay go, game four, I don't play, no - I don't play, no
How far will this violent brain go?
This' that stained flow
I just spit an ounce of Draino
This' that (Team Backpack . net) off of your Kango
Aim low
Took a shot to the sky 'cause these rappers duckin'
You playing Os - I take you back like Benjamin Button
The Loaf was all good till you put that sh*t in the oven
So I'm trying to get as high with the Prynce
Till I'm really buzzing
n*gga, what?
[Axel Leon intro]
Wow, that n*gga nice, though
And he tall, hehe
I just wrote this bare with me ya'll

Look, check

[Axel Leon Verse 1]
Before rap it was crack - Yeah, packs of the hard white
Now Team Backpack asked me to scrap at the Bar Fight
My goal is [?] all night
And throw cubans at him like we - having cigar fights
She stuck off the realness
She sucked me off before I tell her f*ck off
I film it
Don't leave her - let it drown and pass it back
She could float 'cause her ass is fat
I hit it in my old school - like classic rap
I'm so dope I wrap my CD's in plastic wrap
You don't got a chance even if you own acid rap
You don't got a chance, you got community chest
Shoot - I send back shots like a nudity text
I named my gun T - because it wants you to be next
I named my girl Bronx - because she's my soon to be ex
This that war going on outside - hoodie and killer sh*t
This that Eminem practicing in a mirror sh*t
This that call you out - pull your car - new sh*t
This that project park - pull up bar - music
This that brown dope - not that two-toned sh*t
This that how to survive in a group home kit
You' fourth down at the 20s -but I'm on my job
You wouldn't make it even if you go the whole nine yards
I could've did this sh*t the whole time
I lost my rap books - and found them sitting on a gold mine
Bar after bar like a - man
Yeah!
[Toxsikk intro]
Yooo
I slipped on my last sh*t
I'm not gonna do that this time
Huh, yo

[Toxsikk verse 2]
Let me show the crowd why off top
Every bar must belong in the pen - I never wrote it down
I got you ocean bound - it's getting deep
Better hold on to your life 'fore I jack it
'Cause you was supposed to drown
Ooh
I snap 'fore I pop - wrap it or not
I hustle martial art - I put the crack on the block
My after shot might just break off the latch 'fore I knock
'Cause nobody gets the key till I've put my hands on the Lock
Ooh boy, no sneaks, I got something to prove, boy
I'm in the cut with all my dogs just sharpening chew toys
We the Kids With Guns - and this drum got a new noise
I'm dodging every punch - see, I train like a new Floyd
Off the stretch, show respect, I hate my every breath
Me and the Devil had to make a billion dollar bet
I couldn't break his solar plex and tell him say it with your chest
I [?] every right - just to see what's left
Not a sweat, uh - flawless victory
Y'all this history
You gon' have to empty the bottle - it's hard to stick with me
Ay, my n*gga, ain't no hard feelings
I'm only kidding
But I might just have the gut your kidney
To find the kid in me
I'm here to make a statement, Jason
You couldn't face it, get it?
Just because you made a payment - don't mean you made a living
I take every rappers' favorite - and then I hang you with 'em
Is some dead man waiting - and I just came to get him
[Axel Leon verse 2]
Look, look
My name's been slept on; they laid on it
Killed this beat before the thought about what to say on it
[?] bandwagon
Not bragging - but they on it
I wrote this right away - imagine spending a day on it
Stay on it
I go off of [?] so they don't let 'em - take shots
'Cause I'll get knocked and then escape with a fellow fellon
Knock 'em out and play it off
I'll shake 'em like: "Hello, Kevin, wake up! We cannot let them get this angle on Channel 7"
I don't keep my word - I break promises
Still in awe - they like me
After I burn bridges and swim across - look
[?] soul of a warrior [?] warrior
[?] with a ball cap, buttoned jersey warrior
Never knew these Kevon Looney f*cking alternate warriors
[?] ultimate warrior
This is [?] from the bottom to glorious
A Bronx king snatching queens every time I walk through [?]
[?] eat a gloria - my ami, Florida
That's what I mean - four of 'em
Thug life - notorious
That's f*cking awesome - [?] f*cking a f*cking foursome
Do it before some reason they thought I was [?]
Rappers into submission - never had a pot to flip, though
Now I got a pond to p*ss in
Wanna rep the east so much it make the guys in Compton listen
Can't see you really more honey - I showed the competition
They say that Bronx is different - and I'm from it

Yeah, my bad, that sh*t is brand new, y'all
Love y'all


KWG