Grind Time Now, Soul Khan, Madness - Madness vs. Soul Khan lyrics

Man, Grizzlemania's big this year
And if it isn't crystal-clear
Shit, with this stomach and the
Size of your fucking ego
I'm surprised anyone else fit's in here!
Ayo, when I think Soul Khan
I think, "Hold on, hold on, hold
On, hold on, hold on, hold on!"
Yeah, you fresh
But that's because you're on my
Nuts like Gold Bond yo, every new battle
I hear a little more Madness
In your flow structure
You moved east to complete your dream
Of being Janine from Ghostbusters
Listen, cocksucker
I ain't from whatever rock you
Found Deacon Frost under
I will carve my favorite movie quotes into
Your flesh with an orange boxcutter
And stuff your fucking corpse through
The video return at Blockbuster!
Why do you talk gay?
Like you're auditioning for a
Small playon Broadway!
Mad as shit at me and Crit
'cause he always had to stock our singles on
His off day- and people bought it!
Bitch, I'm like a gourmet entrée served
With a side of sorbet
And you're a brown bag sack lunch
That a good-for nothing whore made!
So, go ahead and pull out your magic manila
File with all seventeen of my court dates
It come with a picture of my Jewish
Lawyer who'd fucking piss in your cornflakes!
Fuck 'em, i eat four-course plates of
Dinner in poor taste
So the reason I'm this size is 'cause I'm on
A bigger scale and my name holds more weight!

Yo, I ain't gon' lie
That's a nice suit, cousin
I'm just surprised that they could make
That shit in size 200!
And, yeah, we had your single in your store
Don't mean nobody buyin' 'em
You sold, like, ten copies
Faggot: Critical bought five of them
They said, "Watch out! Madness
Got that home-field advantage, man!"
I thought, "Wait a second
We're battling in Candy Land?"
If I called you Mexican
Then I'd be a bold liar
It's just every car you step
Inside becomes a low-rider
It's time to pay the piper
For yo' cocky behavior
You were a stocky teenager
Now you're Pops from Speed Racer
He spent his teen summer days
Gettin' reamed 20 ways
Now that mustache is the thin
Line between love and AIDS
Yo, beatin' HighCollide don't make you
Less of a loser
You got the abs of Schwarzeneggerwhen
He was pregnant in Junior! Hold on, hold on!
HOLD ON! Hold on! Yo, and against Collide
You had the nerve to call him
A crab and a bad sport
Against Sahtyre, you cried
"Give me the battles I asked for!"
And I said, "yeah, these Grind
Time dudes are wildin', madness!"
But all I could think was
"Damn! What a stupid, whiny faggot!"
You just jealous 'cause
I can turn crap into diamonds
While you clash with the titans
But can't get the same exposure as
The battles that I'm in!
You battled Illmac, The Saurus
Just to prove who's better
Now I'm more famous than all
Of you PUT TOGETHER! And that's real!
See- Hold on! Hold on!
See, Grind Time owes you nothin' but
Uppin' all of your vids
So, get the fuck over yourself, Tony!
The rest of us already did!

I said some real shit in my match with Saht
You should've picked another route
Plus, your life must suck when
I get paid twice as
Much for a battle I ain't give a fuck about!
Check it out yo, um fuckin' shit!
I will fucking punch this bitch
Listen up! Yo-
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on ayo, fuck Soul Khan!
He better fucking hold on
Bitch, you couldn't transform like Voltron
Listen, I will fucking elbow his face and put
Him on the floor in his place
This is fucking Florida
I will punch you so hard
It'll sound like Miami Florida bass!
Listen, yo, fuck this cocksucker!
He don't even wanna hear it with this
I will fucking stab you with a
Heroin syringe in your arm
Until you fall on the floor
And don't even exist
We take a minute for this?
Bitch, I will switch and
Flip this little bitch!
You don't know what's happening? You
Better learn the business, kid!
Yeah, and look, I love how you
Play the Jew card too hard
Knowing that you grew up
An ordinary white child
I only wore that mask in our plug
To prove that, behind your face
You can always find my style!
Ayo- mic, cut it

Yo, it's funny that's it's Labor Day
In the home of vicious gators
'Cause you're about a day away
From going into labor
You've been posin' out in Oakland
But the closest to a Raider
That you've ever been is
Emptyin' your own a-fridgerator
Soul's an innovator
You just copyin' his lessons
It's like your dinner is played by Nicolas
Cage it's gone in 60 seconds
Now, every-Hold on!
Every time Lush pays one of
Those terrible black street rappers
You spill a few tears
But, if the proof is in the pudding
He's the realest dude here hold on, hold on!
So, call me egotistical
I give this bitch permission to
You have two male roommates
And you sleep on a couch
In your fucking living room! Cool lifestyle!
So, here it goes yeah, it's cool- anyway-
He thinks his name is huge 'cause he
The size of the Death Star
I think you just confused your
Stripes with your stretch marks!
He moved from FL to NY
Where Iron ripped and impaled him
Now San Jose? Bitch
You're runnin' out of cities to fail in!
I'm makin' moves- okay
I'm takin' meetings while you can't even
Make it through the lobby
Rap's about to be my income
It's gonna stay your hobby (Damn)
And if I'm that swole- Thank you!
If I'm that swole headed diva
That some people say
But, I work at Fat Beats for the
Love of it and zero pay!
And while that store I loved
Is going under tonight
I did there more in one day for
Hip-Hop than you've done in yo' life!

Check it out ayo, who the fuck am I!?
"Conceited, please, battle me!
Dumbfoundead, shut the fuck up!"
Ayo, your boy "Being an Arrogant
Faggot" called he said, "What's up?"
Check it out, uh- oh, shit!
Listen, I'm impressed that you
Always dress like you
Have the same stylist as Hall and Oates
Even though when you played
Augie in Role Models, you donned the cloak
I bet your mama's water broke premature when
It got poked by your obnoxious nose!
And the only time you committed
A crime is when you
And Joe Pesci tried to break
Into Macaulay Culkin's home!
Aye, he yells in my face, but
He gets shook when he's, like
A few blocks from home
Let's re-enact the Juice fight
And meet me on the rooftop alone
If you're thinking that you're so tough
JewPac Shalom! Aye, if you really want to
Impress the street cats
Why don't you try fightin'?
But, you're Number 2 Jew
'cause your name will always be
Behind Iron like Mike Tyson!
Yo, wait- I know this guy!
Biff used to knock on your
Dome like, "Anybody home
McFly!?" in Back to the Future!
See, battling's cool
But, it's wack when faggots like
You are jacking my humor!
It's sad, but it's true
You racked up half of your views hangin'
On my sack like a tumor! That's a fact!
You watched me rap until
It crashed your computer
So, I'm basically responsible for all your
Hit's like a platinum producer!
After we're through
I'll have this Hebrew rocking a number tattoo
This ain't the Red Bull competitionoh, wait
You fucking sucked in that, too!
I'm humble, so against an
Egomaniac like Khan, i'm never losin'
Talk albums, I got better music
And when it comes to bein' the
King of this battle shit
Let's just say I'm better suited!

Yo, I bet that hairstyle of yours
Is the hottest look in Jersey
And I'd have thought you lost some weight
From how hard you're pushin' 30
You're over the hill compared to
Half of yo' peers
But at least you're pretty young
In manatee years
I can tell this chubby bitch
Ain't considered his legacy
The only thing on your bucket
List is Original Recipe!
You see, let's get some reality on this shit
See, I choked against a dude like poRICH
Even though I fucking shouldn't
You choked against Dirt
Dirt cut it from the footage
I took my mistakes like a man
And sweated it out
You were just lucky enough to have
A homie edit yours out!
You were on a song with Sean Price
That's the difference that some paper makes
But by the end of 2010
Sean'll be my labelmate!
All your features are cost bread that
Don't mean that you still ill
He got a verse from Sabac Red- that
Was 600 dollars by the way!
That doesn't mean that you Ill Bill!
This is some nonfiction
You equipped with the wrong pistons
I bet you wish you had my
Nose to smell chicken from long-distance!
See, we measured on different
Scales yours for whales, mine's Richter
See, I'm an offensive lineman you
Just look like Mike Ditka!
No one told him he'd suffer from
The way he's been eating
Now the rolls in your stomach
Look like stadium seating
You had your hopes high
Like there was a steak taped to the ceiling
But, bitch, I'm Soul Khan
The motherfucking greatest that's breathing!