URLtv – DNA Vs. JC Lyrics

[Round 1: JC]
Hey, have y’all ever seen, me versus Charlie Clips?
That’s gon’ be a very familiar scene today
If y’all don’t know what I’m talkin’ about I’m gon’ lead the way
See I destroyed the nigga that birthed his entire style in a one rounder
Y’all remember Publisher Clearing House and shit- I know, easy cake
Dome shot, left Clips unrecognizable and the scene decay
I’m just takin’ out the part they use to identify the bodies….
DNA
A nigga punched yo’ motherfuckin’ tooth out and played keep away
Own the shit, you called me “A Yung Ill clone” then made a career being a Yung Ill clone of Clips
Bitch can’t nothin’ stop me
Especially these four bar set ups, this just another copy
Chris Brown, Lil’ Dicky, I’m just waking up with another body
So [?] him now, it’s too many different layers in the arsenal, you can’t even sound ’em out
It’s martial arts I, rip the piece off the black belt
That mean I grip the pound then BAOW (bow)
Big ratchet, this shit like the bad wolf
It’ll take down every house ’til it get to them bricks
For real bruh, but still the, little ratchet will get shit in the house movin’ like Matilda
Big shots, I’m talkin’ ’bout, bigger than the ones Robert Horry postin’
See I was able to create a gory showing with just DNA and the sticks; Maury Povich
Nigga, enough ravin’
I’ll leave all you dried up fruits in a box when son (sun) raising (raisin)
The blade? Had tissue hangin’ all off his face, but I was the one shavin’
Let’s see if you can handle this, cause I’m here to dismantle shit
You brought your style and I brought mine
Charlie Clip versus a banana clip
Nigga you do the math, you can’t even compare 50 rounds to his two and a half
Nigga we was born savages
Even before the shot I’m just wavin’ the piece behind him, you know, a little four (fore) shadowin’
I mean the shit he do is okay, his freestyle kinda consistent but what other props to give him?
I mean you make rounds easier to break down than Catholicism
You gotta be, one of the most confusin’ niggas
The idea about writin’ raps about what you gon’ do to niggas
Get a tooth, dismissed from yo’ mouth
Then you go home and then you write a rap about shootin’ niggas
Whatcha life like?
But, we all know what gun he got ready on the hip?
It’s that machete with the clip
And he aimin’ it loud
So whatever Big T started, got this nigga with actual aim makin’ the sound
Listen, the type of movies we shootin’ with drums, Nick Cannon would’ve never chose
We messin’ shows up, seeing how fly you done got then baow, pilot get shot
And that was just episode one
It get a lot worse, so prepare to take the blast and suit up and make it fast
I can see you, but you can’t see me
This shit ’bout to get thicker than interrogation glass
A Shotgun like Suge, easy how it can make Eric look different
And I’m good wit’ it
A chest shot put his back to the block, this like a hood visit
The contents in my notebook, hold the outcome to yo’ fate
And even that was a double entendre for good riddance (writtens)
Look, listen, and keep that mouth closed or find a good dentist
And call him quick or call it quits, cause we doggin’ shit
And you are diarrhea, feces and doo doo
And we just so happen to be with all the shits
Nigga tried to interrupt my turn talkin’ and the bird sparkin’
Nigga went from hospital machines to reserved parkin’
All cause the nigga needed a lesson when he ran up
Cool, now that nigga can learn walkin’
It’s body bags at every battle, make sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, this is only round one

[Round 2: DNA]
After just hearin’ JC go, The Champ said, “This fight’s over.”
I’ma put my belt on and get the hater’s pissed
Houston, I like to call this segment of the battle, “Champagne With The Champ”, I know y’all couldn’t wait for this
Can I get my interviewer to come out please?
Now Tech 9, now I know what y’all thinkin’, I know what y’all thinkin’, I’ma help y’all
You don’t like when you call people out in a round but Tech 9 this gon’ be a moment, we gotta savor this
So I’ma tell everybody the rules
Every time I say something hot I need all my niggas to make a toast and take a sip
SMACK, you got your glass too, right?
Aight, well Tech 9 let’s get started

[Tech 9]
How do you feel about Houston almost beating the Warriors?

[DNA]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Before they boo us, no need to worry
The Champ says, “Fuck the Warriors” but like Stephan, I always keep a .30 and they can see it early
Plus my foreign piece is sturdy so you don’t want none of this international smoke; Ayesha Curry
Now can I get a “Champ is here”?
(CHAMP IS HERE!)
Well let them scream, I love the Warriors, they the better team
I get his hoe side touched, when I put the .9 up, I’m Gerald Green
Now let me get a “Champelujah”
(Champelujah!)

[Tech 9]
How do you feel about Houston winning the World Series?

[DNA]
Well listen, The Champ loves it but this regular nigga made the match so wack
That’s why they had to bring the star ’round the H like an Astro’s hat
But I can make it better, I know you didn’t like it, but I can make it better
Cause the gat is behind the swing like the first catcher
Oh y’all ain’t get it? Well now I’m adjustin’ a tre five (.35), I’m Verlander
Let me get a “Champelujah”
(Champelujah)

[Tech 9]
I see you come out here with a robe, what’s with the robe? This isn’t boxing. Battle rap has nothing to do with boxing. What’s up with that?

[DNA]
But see battle rap does have something to do with boxing
Because when a nigga told me about JC, he said he’s trash
And if I win I won’t be takin’ down a great
I told that nigga, “Think boxer shorts. I’ll still get a name around the waist.”
I had to make them see (Dempsey)
You’re really not that good, it’s just a lot of hypin’
And now I’m informing (Foreman) Holmes, that this is not enticin’ (Tyson)
I asked about you JC, I asked around and got word from the don Tay (Deontay) Wilder than you, that’s just what the facts is
Then I’m coming background (back ’round) like an ad-lib
Word to Shannon, the cannon gon’ make him tell me where the cash is (Cassius)
Now they say I always do current event
I like to say that because it’s hotter when it’s relevant
This nigga think he may weather (Mayweather) the punches but I think you’re kinda out (Connor) your element
The Champ upset, I got a bad vibe
Cause you was the hottest nigga in Michigan and still nigga, you had drive
We seen your career Rose, then Jalen/Jackson’s
And you couldn’t make your cash rise
I guess it’s how word (Howard) of what King did on the web (Webb) would be the reason you fucked up the Fab 5
You don’t get zero love in ya hood, nobody don’t fuck wit’ this dweeb
Y’all not gon’ boo The Champ cause I’m not even done with the scheme
Now I said, You don’t get zero love in ya hood, nobody don’t fuck wit’ this dweeb
I done beat niggas from Cal’ to Rone and you just started touchin’ the green
See how I can go from Michigan to the Cavs?
Well he’ll be missin’ from the line when I’m done wit’ the scheme
Now J, are you aware you always fuck up the team?
They tried to tell me that this nigga’s writin’ is impeccable
Like I should be so grateful
Cause everything he jot down is so ill, and he might let the flow break you
Like y’all ain’t just see Geechi Crip Walk all on this nigga’s casket
Nigga NOME saved you
And your pen pointed (pinpointed) us to exactly where the Loc ate (locate) you
If you see Carter with the twins, then it’s H.O.V
Nigga, you only got a job cause of Magic, nigga J.O.B
I catch the nigga while he’s slippin’, the gauge low key
Y’all think J cold (Cole) til his skull on his cover, nigga this K.O.D
Y’all niggas can try to hate The Champ, well let ’em stay mad
Cause JC you doin’ hurt, I talkin’ Section 8 bad
Tech said, “Use the gun or the knife”
I said, “These weapons stay stashed.”
Cause I can go from the tre to the Hawks like the NBA draft
Y’all niggas done got me mad
And y’all know what’s up for round two
And it still could be debated on who got round two

[Round 2: JC]
Six shots, full body, from his head to his feet
Leave you dead if you speak
Bald heads float past like the Indian on Street Fighter, that mean the arm got incredible reach
Nigga, these ones move in a crowd, we packin’ new weapons
Clap, then ask him who’s second
See if he learn with two to (tutor) the child, it’s like an after school session
I could’ve gave you bars for me, I mean the shit that you clearly bringin’ out every night
Make it seem like you don’t even care to fight
You killin’ yourself, and I figured I could AID the death by helping Eric write (Wright)
Yo, the flow different, and you package handlers gotta play Adam Sandler and just go wit’ it
Or ya knight get dismantled
Kyrie grip on the nine piece, that mean tight on the handle
With slugs, you gon’ need more than a vest to stop, invest in dots
When I up the arms you can’t up yo’ arms to contest a shot
It’s too late now little Eric, you should’ve done something
I get closer while the gun dumping
Than the screen on a Nintendo when you Duck Hunting
That’s right bitch, you the leak, and the plug comin’
And this time, not even Plies can run from it
Bitch he’s still dyin’, none of you niggas can freestyle how the steel sounds
So I came over prepared
None of you niggas ready to rebuttal a real round
You see, I’m the difference, you see cats hang cause my mind bright
One flash, bang, and I give ’em components
Current event bars, freestylin’, all that shit prove is you live in the moment
You need composure and that’s word to me
The fact that you been here ten plus years and still got to scream out, “I’m DNA, have you heard of me?”
Purposefully, is why nobody responds
Cause only the hyper believe in hyperbole
That might be way too much
Let’s get back to the killin’
Noose around his neck, I either expect a payment or make death arrangements
Or we can assume you are (R) Street and he called T-Top so he left him hangin’
You not prepared for violence, you never even witnessed terror like this
I can tell by the cards he put out for you, your death is comin’
I’m a tarot psychic and I’m where the endin’ is
Everything they told you is gettin’ you rip
And you still don’t fit in this shit, well they thought K-Shine broke down DNA, but I could’ve wrote Kendrick’s shit
I’m that potent
The Magnum kickback cause a relax motion
The barrel still spinnin’, Stanley Ipkiss can put The Mask on it
Let’s finish this
Trench coat, although I’m just visiting
And you can inspect the (Inspector) Gadget, the arm got some shit in it
When you on that victim list you need to relocate every nigga you livin’ with
Mother, sister, brother, that [?] even that nigga Clips
Cause if I could get the shot, it gon’ clearly burn like Vodka did the shot
Bitch I spill ya dreams, kill what you feel you think
That’s right bitch I’m back washin’, like when children drink
Yes bitch, the shit’s Exclusive, I pull up with the mil like it’s Uber X bitch we gettin’ to (into) it
And if we can’t find DNA on the scene then it’s inconclusive
And we comin’ back
Time!

[Round 3: DNA]
You had the nerve to tell The Champ he can’t rebuttal with real round?
NWA? That’s what you had?
You gon’ give Eric, AID to his death like that G.O.D
I mean you tried to give me helluva match, but with these Cubes you gon’ see the D.O.C
This ’bout to be Death Row
(That’s only one of them thangs, I got one more though)
This nigga had the nerve to mention Death Row well now we gon’ talk about Suge
Cause NWA, Eric with Death Row, it’s cool I keep the heat round
I was blinded by who I killed that night, but I see now
This third round ’bout to get holy
Cause when URL did events they was always starring (star in) the east
Now y’all will get that if y’all was born a Catholic
Beasley, Chico, SMACK, the three kings, I hope y’all can grasp it
Cause they discovered JC and gave him a gift, I read through all the chapters
But what y’all forgot is, I created his path, St. John the Baptist
You really are Jesus Christ, and when I first figured it out, my mind was disturbed
So I paid attention, I studied you with the desire and urge
Cause you was supposed to be our savior, we even relied on his word
But the moment he came across (a cross) T, we seen your spirit rise on the third
You really are JC, cause you fed the people lies with scriptures
Like I know the Bible says, but we should’ve known it was something fishy when he had to beat the Chef just to multiply ya bread
You really are JC, you battled Chess and Rum Nitty in New York and them souls was sent to Heaven
But it makes sense, you had to come to the east to get a resurrection
You really are JC, and even when you battled Twork and we all thought we was losin’ him
We still praised and welcomed you when you entered Jerusalem (Jerooz-salem)
You really are JC, and with that Daylyt nigga I couldn’t say it better
Cause you healed on your sabbath the moment you put Day to rest
You know what? Skip that, I’m holdin’ this gauge, Glock Nina, Noxzema, it’ll open his face
Bullets ain’t got no name, I know what they say
But this banana clip look like a lower case j
If you don’t get the message, .40 keep a nigga down, it’s depressin’
But this other ratchet I’m dumpin’, boom, back out his stomach; indigestion
Get to steppin’, or introduce him; Smith & Wesson
I switch grips, revolver, I’ll pick six; interception
You thought you was fire, being down with the Writers, like that shit a blessing?
Now it’s lines around the block (Bloque); big election
You won’t get to Heaven
You thought you couldn’t get head king, I’m get the TEC and
And try angles (triangles) with the nine on the back of J; Olympic Seven
They said, “JC could bully DNA.” I said, “That’s mad strange.”
Cause I’ll never get pushed by the Carter, I’m Mack Maine
Why criticize the form if the shot perfect? That’s lame
But the shot off and I still got four outta 30, y’all had a bad game
You’ll change after the ring, like a last name
Paramedic’s saying, “This fucked up. Now I’m bringing back pain.”
You never had fame, I’m on ESPN, you only gettin’ SMACK change
But don’t worry JD will put the kid onto the rap game
You be snitchin’, soon as you be facin’ the precinct
Really to say, “I need a plate.” When they tell you, “Take it or leave it.”
But don’t mention my nigga Shine though, cause it’s Harry Potter when he aim it and squeeze it
Cause J, K rollin’ (J.K. Rowling) with a stick, but he keep that Chamber a Secret
Aye Tay Roc, Summer Madness comin’
Tell Verb I’m still gunnin’
Fuck Mickey, I’ll expose Factz since he wanna reveal somethin’
Twork got no hairline, that nigga still Lebron’s cousin
Aye, I’m Loaded with Lux, SMACK I’m tryin’ to kill somethin’
This will make Hitman move, Hollow cool I still love him
Nah, fuck him too and Mook, I got no chill button
The steel dumpin’
I already fucked up a nigga from the ‘Yac, Different Strokes when I’m Ill dumpin’
Cause now I’ll be forced to (foster) pop and put a nigga where Will is, I’m Phil Drummond
Y’all niggas act like y’all didn’t watch Different Strokes, like y’all can never get right
Well I’ve got this beam on the bottom of ya shirt, let’s take this American flight
It’s round three it’s gettin’ hot in here, y’all know my slogan
(GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)

[Round 3: JC]
{Picking up where he left off on the 2nd round}
The shits conclusive, and if we can’t find DNA on the scene then it’s inconclusive
Then we comin’ back
Well my whole clique foul with drums attached like we singin’ music
And well, bitch you have to face it
Now we gon’ have half leave wit’ half they faces
Bitch the .38? Special; like every class you sat in up until graduation
And they will never find DNA on the scene, that’s cause the glove fit
Snub spit
Bullet left an exit wound big as a…Tyson glove print
Bitch in that battle, in that battle field, you can bring ya swords and you can bring ya machetes
But unless yo’ name Yoshimitsu, I don’ think that you ready
I mean, I’m on some other shit, rubber grip
Pipe flash, what a surprise, then his life flash, in front of his eyes, now rebuttal it
SMACK, this is not the comp’, you suppose to brag about givin’ me
Cause DNA, something is missin’…and I mean that shit literally
But when he lost it? That’s the mystery….like Jaz virginity

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0}

DNA, something is missin’…and I mean that shit literally
Now when he lost it? That’s the mystery….like Jaz virginity
Bitch you can wear a vest, I promise, that’s no answer
Each fuckin’ bullet will penetrate anything, they got no standards
Well I’m just too accurate when I aim the shit
These two K’s scanned will be a 2K scan and give his face a glitch
Or…I can aim for the chest I’m that accurate
Give that bitch a pocket without a handkerchief
See in this battle field, I feel like rebuttalin’
But don’t worry, I’m not here tryin’ takin’ ya spot
But since I am takin’ a shot, my aspirations are set way higher
I always aim for the top
You can’t freestyle your way out the box
Even with machetes loaded all the way to the top with the lead
Like, really? Word to Mike P, your man buns off the top of the head
But that’s another discussion
Yo, I’m callin’ lies, I wrote the very page on the book you tryin’ to use
And well none of that shit authorized in the author eyes, it’s time to give him the real you
And believe me, they waitin’
And in this practice I’ve killed, word to Kevorkian, and it takes patience (patients)
Nigga get down to lay down, it’s sad that he get it first, but he had to be in the dirt
Y’all remember when TV’s first went digital? Everybody gon’ see static until they convert
And we on everything, and the fact that I’m the least established, don’t mean this shit is an easy habit
I’ve been runnin’ through pens like prison break, but I’m still addressing all that smoke like it’s Reefer Madness
So you know I govern that pen game, don’t you?
You thought you was gon’ come here and sharpen yo’ pen at the expense of me?
You’ve just been gettin’ played by the governor like Mr. Freeze
Bitch remember me?
Know that it’ll take more than a call out to get rid of me
It’s my level, they look at me as a devil and still send (sin) for me
I take this nigga to the subways, you know the ones in New York got all kinds of rats
Then I have him stumblin’ all over the track, like when Desiigner rap
You at gun point, and it’s amazing, all the fucking power and the gun point, bitch act brave
We know whatchu about, we’ve seen every single gun you own on every SMACK stage
So if you hear this gun cock a lil’ bit, then it’s one shot we givin’ him
His face gon’, I’m goin’ AWOL, like Trump stoppin’ immigrants
So, who really got the best pen
Think about it, he came here for a quick debate and ended up fishing bait and he’s still fightin’
Ain’t it crazy how Pontiac do? How you was writin’ for Will now you will writin’
Well you better hope Jesus Take The Wheel next
Yeah, because I’m locked in and yo’ face, that’s where the aim is at
You like naming Hov albums, so don’t even think about seeing J(ay) face, he’ll just Fade To Black
Bitch you sprayin’ that? You got the thumper?
Tropic Thunder bitch, you playin’ black
I was taught the loudest niggas in the room is usually the weakest
And those principles still wit’ us
These niggas? They take those principles to identify the real niggas
That’s counter productive
See you freestyle okay, and you got the talent
But what good is it without proper balance
Two days prep, freestyles, and still you bein’ a threat is still not a status
They need time out for you
A dome shot, let his mind out spoiled
DNA gon’ have to find his self or the DNA f-
I know I won bruh

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