URLtv, Conceited, T-Rex - Conceited vs T-Rex lyrics

It's about fucking time!
I been told Smack set it up on the next list
Nigga you already lost your necklace but
Now I'ma leave 'em neckless
We were supposed to battle
After that Midwest shit
But this Corn Flaked cause he
Knew he was breakfast
But now here's the thing, I'm done joking
He ain't accept it cause he knew I
Would rip T in that ring, i'm Hulk Hogan
Y'all remember Randy
Always rapping like "Keep that
40 cal gun tucked case a nigga run up
Leave a nigga done but" Lil nigga shut up
I've always hated that shit
And that frail flow "I keep a 357 mac 11 and
I let the shells blow"
Nigga hell no! When you rhyme
Like that with no punchlines
And just spit bout throwing them flames out
That style's like Benjamin Button
That shit was old when it came out
So in this battle shit how the
Fuck are you named a vet?
In order for you to be shoo-in
(shoe in) you gotta be more
Creative Rex (Creative Rec)
That's why your careers on standstill
You're waste when it comes to trash
Cause nobody on the land-fill feel
Goodz said "I'm a son
Sun like Steve Nash" man chill
Cause this nigga's 33 and still a sun
He's Grant Hill ayo Smack nigga
It's all cause of you why
We all wanna smack niggas
Cause on that trailer you put that "I'm back
Packing a Mac in the back of Ac"
Nigga it's 2011 who the fuck is
Still driving an Ac nigga?
Why would I pack the Mac in the
Back of the Ac? Or your lap?
Y'all some bimbos
When in beef you supposed to ride
With it out that window but, it's funny Rex
Cause, I mean
You ain't even gotta a chain or
A whip with your slaving ass you homeless
So how the fuck you in a car Rex wrecks
When you ain't even got a place to crash?
I can show you everything from A to B
You can't even show me nothing from A to Z
And I know my ABC's so I
Know that U ain't a G
I'm the type that'll spray the heat
Start jogging I start popping
Like bacon grease then buck at
Bucket your legs and thighs like KFC
Ain't it funny how all this
Shit get prepared in life?
Arsonal the bus driver got all in my face
When he was in fear for life
Then sweaty stinky smelly ass Goodz did it
But he brought his sweat stain to fight
Now fuck it
Ifs my turn I gotta bring up the heat
Cause this battle is fair in heights
Fahrenheit's
You a bitch, you pussy, you faggot!
I ain't even gotta let the ratchet cook
He'll be scared from just hearing
The clicking like Captain Hook
He knew I'd get him read
Red so he had to book
He the type to help the badges catch a crook
An to the precinct and flat out tell
Tail, he a platypus now Rex
Now you know you done fucked up right?
You said "The 40 so big when I
Snap it I could pull a hamstring"
What the fuck does that mean?
Then you said "Dizaster be
Slapping Okwerdz on
The ass and they ain't playing nothing"
Now that is homo
The shit that got me so damn steamed
Is when Shine battled Suge Mook
Slapped him on his
Ass and they wasn't playing a damn thing
The Dot Mob out here
Looking shakyyyy babyyyyy!
I mean y'all slap each other on the ass
Mook get ran out of Detroit
He gets stapled, you get beat up at battles
You stay getting robbed
Your hype man is a retard!
But, you stay yelling out "DOT MOB, BITCH!"
The only thing y'all showing me
Is that Dot Mob bitch!
Any single one y'all say Dot Mob street
I run up and cause Havoc on this
Prodigy and leave this Dot Mobb Deep
You lil fucking jerk, timeout
Y'all got me battling a fucking nurse!
That's not a punchline, that's real facts!
But don't count him out yet saying
That this kid is twat remember he's a nurse
So he really do be giving shots
The difference is
I give out shots when them blickers in
Nigga, you give out shots of insulin
Nigga you don't give out shots when
Them Tecs are firing Randy
You give out shots for hepatitis
Nigga be like "Yo Con my
Name ringing bells now, i'm worth grands"
Only time your name buzzing on that
Intercom "click "Paging Nurse Randy"
I think there's some senior citizens
That need their pampers fixed
That's why I hate this liar
Changing diapers the only time he handle shit
Do y'all believe anything gangsta
From this nigga? Do you? Or is R anything
You believe on YouTube?
I swear for this nurse I have no patience
Patients, but you be

Real niggas do real nigga shit
Like all the time which means you gotta live
999% of your rhymes
Like for instance me and Head
Ice had an altercation
I told the nigga "I'll see you
Outside, no crew, no bets
No guns no knives" through all the bullshit
There was a nigga whole flip over my size
That had to sneak me from the side
Now how's that pussy when
Conceited wouldn't survive aight then
I had enough with all that Ice shit
Cause in world niggas fight all the time
So that's life shit
It's just the fact that I was getting it on
And Conceded can't think of a nigga In this
Whole world he had a fight with
Not in Kindergarten, not in second
Grade, not last year, not yesterday
But in his rhymes he always
Talking how his weapons spray
How the fuck he supposed to put
In work with no resume?
Nigga, on Math's top 10 worst lines
He shitted on you
And you be holding his nuts
I heard y'all go to
The clubs together and you
Be holding his cups
You even got a bong and you don't
Smoke and you rolling his blunts?!
Well I'm that sour
You smoke me then I'm choking you up
Hollow like to rebuttal, I do it too
Cause I'm a leader how can I lose to a
Nigga wearing Ultimate Warrior sneakers?
When you think of Rex
You get the hammers and picking shells up
Big guns, whatever's down getting nailed up
You think of Conceited you think
Of women wearing Chanel pumps
Panty lines and potpourri
Bitches getting they nails done
Fuck this supposed to be? Your comeback Con?
Know that I'm the wrong dude
For you to comeback on
If you ain't heard I got a gun that s long
Fuck flat, i'll have it to where his
Respirator won't come back on
Dot Mob the baddest crew out
Fuck what the rest say
Next nigga play with Murda Mook he
Gon’ see them Tec's spray
That 40 will have his bones
Showing like an X-Ray
I'll have his brains all over the
Place like a sex tape
You probably looking like you
Two short niggas
No, the difference is I'm hard
And you soft nigga
Ain't nothing to get your crew off nigga
Ain't no joking, when you
See that Sig' smoking
It ain't no Newport nigga
For your G shock I show up with that G-lock
I will put that pump on his tongue Reebok
The impact will blow Conceited
Body parts 3 blocks
Y'all niggas be on that pussy shit and we not
And this the nigga we
Supposed to give respect
Who battled Arsonal and had his
Legs around another nigga's neck?
Now that's some shit I can't respect
How you talking ‘bout some guns?
Cause on the shoulders is the may
A nigga father hold his son
Is that the name of his crew? SONS?
Sucking on other niggas sex
Cause it Sound Over Noise when I
Hit 'em with that Scat
Or since he on URL he Should
Of known he getting Smacked
Now you fucking with a vet
Not one of these niggas that slack
Now you always talking guns
But do you got one?
Have you ever seen one? Have
You ever shot one?
He remind me of a fake bag at a Gucci store
He surrounded by real G's but he not one
Ayo Lux I heard he signed to Soulja Boy
Is he signed? I'm thinking
What the fuck they got in common?
It ain't they rhymes, I know what it is
They both fucking with them lines
Tell Soulja Boy holla at me I got dimes
He come at the right time, he get 5 for $49
He seem like one of them type
Of niggas that have mood swings
Well I'm built for that, you
Feel you in that mood, swing
I'll have you looking like DNA
With that missing tooth thing
I'll beat you til your ass more
Colors than a mood ring
Heartless, Cocky, Conceited
Them names is gay bro
But Heartless gotta explain how he was on
The internet with a pink toe
What happened? Was it true? Was
That Photoshop? Was it you?
And them was the nigga's that
You got in your crew
Which means that we gotta take
A closer look at you
Smack but that bread up ifs
Money on your head k-Shine say
Zip Em Up, but yo THIS NIGGA'S DEAD!

Y'all got me battling a fucking nurse
Smack you got some fucking nerve
What's with this competition that
You giving me?
A nigga who work in the hospital
But still need help with delivery
That's cause you just an internet web star S
Aid your video on BET but that's Webstar's
Jim Jones in R, now he claiming Dipset
You would never sell If ya label
Was Titanic they wouldn't ship Rex wrecks
Maybe it’s your image
But I think it's that fucking rhyming
I mean not even the Lakers would sign you
That label would never feel
Phil Jackson if you just owed 'em (Odom)
Cause you not a real artist
(Artest) that's why nobody's
Buying 'em (Bynum)
But when I'm rapping the crowd
Making all the noise
You make em standby cause the rhyme
You put in the air plain plane
That's why they all are board (aboard)
That punchline shit is a parent
I fathered it
The battle game is what I'm married to so
They know I had to alter it
Punch every line, name flips
Y'all see the fads I prove
That's why you don't actually lose
It ain't hard to spell
I beat 'em no matter which craft
(witchcraft) I use
I ain't kidding, I ain't no type of puss
Champion sweater
Only may you're inside the hood
I'll grab the 9 and put T
In the dirt like Tiger Woods
And he'll get a lot of iron if his diets good
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
I said you get a lot of iron, if you die
It's good
I don't give a fuck, he going in, no bongo
I'm going in full throttle
He try to do everything I do but put
A twist on it like a bottle
He even went to Grind Time
My home to get some condo (Con dough)
Came back and said he a gorilla cause
He go everywhere that Con go (Congo)
Nigga you couldn't keep from getting
Wet with a poncho when that long nose blew
Blue like Gonzo
I keep the 9 tucked like Rondo
He'll start bucking like a Bronco
Nigga I pop chrome, he going to sleep
You couldn't get through this nap
With a hot comb
I can see through you with my eyes closed
You only get that work-out doing Tae Bo
And giving up the chains the only
Time you let the 9 go
What the fuck you expect Rex? Of course
Real niggas really gon' take it
Cause they doubt you
That's why they house you
Like Real Estate Agent
I heard it was only one nigga
Plus those five figures
Minus those 3 9's that was pulled in grad
Now what does that equal to?
I don't expect you to get it
We all saw you ain't good with Math
Cause lunch tale bitches never add up
That's why you could never get some
In a Catholic church with a sister
You still couldn't get none nun
Everybody here except for you know your
Bitch giving that mean dome
We all know how she moan
Even with y'all relationship backstage she
Gon let T bone usually when niggas talk that
Shoot 'em up shit, i be like "Mmm so what?"
But the reason I'll never believe
You let that fo' tuck
Cause when you saw Head Ice on the block
You let him back you down like a post up
You was shook, horrified, showing no gut
It's ironic his name's Ice
But he the one that froze up
I roll up quick fast
Quick jab like it's Zab and scrape
His chin This nigga went home
And had flashbacks he had to but
Ice on his face again
So fuck it Rex, what up nigga, I'll box you
You in crew shape you let big Ice drop you
So I ain't even gotta get
The steel to blaze ya
We do that knuckle thing and I let
A couple swing like Will and Jada
Nigga you weak, you sweet, you Nantucket
A right hook will have his face on
My fist like a hand puppet
Nigga, you won't blam nothing
How you say you gripping and spraying lead
When your toy ain't got a body on it
It's Mr potato Head?
So do y'all really believe he gets involved
That would squeeze weapons off to harm me?
Nope he's Barney, this T-Rex is soft
And for that one nigga that's backing 'em
Like, "I got bread on Rex
I'm even willing to put up dubs"
He must work right in the hospital with you
The way you like putting on scrubs

I run with niggas that shoot off impulse
We ain't gotta be beefing
But we squeezing if you get close
So Con all that talking reckless
Will get your shit broke
I'll have a hollow sitting on
Your tongue like a Mentos
What you know about holding that
Fifth until your hip hurt?
Or every time you breath you bleed
That s cause your ribs broke
Everybody ready to die, you better live first
Cause it ain't no Life After Death
Unless ifs a BIG verse
Hold on, let me ask y'all a question
Is it any way we can
Help Con out? Any suggestions?
He don't rap with no energy, no aggression
He don't sound like a Man cause
He ain't got the Method
And this the nigga that's supposed
To beat the legend?
The veteran, whenever it storms
I bring the Deserts
Weapons Hundred niggas running
Through your section
When you see the magazines it ain't
The Vibe or the Essence
He might as well rap with a
Jewish hat and a shirt on
Cause when you rhyme we don't feel it
You ain't got no soul Con
Is that why you ducking Soul Khan?
I ain't gon stop there
I'ma give 'em some more cons
Niggas been asking me Con this and Con that
Ask me questions, "Is Con good or Con wack?"
I said, "Fucking with Rex he must be drunk
Off some Cognac" If he
Get a record deal I wouldn't
Wanna hear a Con track (Contract)
I show up where Con at ready for combat
Couple of these will change his
Eye colors like contacts
Fuck it, I'll have killers where Con stay
Long K
All my niggas would do it in broad day
Get his mom's casket closed for cheap, conway
Niggas act different when mommy dead, Con
Ye'
Kanye Niggas told me that Con the greatest
That I shouldn't rap with speed
I should be concentrated
It's just his death that I'm contemplating
But, if he live he ain't gon do shit
He constipated i bomb first
Put this little nigga in a long hearse
When I rap it's a Louie sneaker
When he spit it's just a Converse
Long heaters, long ninas
Show up to that game shoot
Wherever that Con' seated
He don't get no pussy so when Con' beat it
He nut in 'em
You know how many bitches that Con'
Seeded? Why he talking all condescending?
I'll have bullets put in
Everyone of Con's descendants
Niggas talking that Con's was snitching
You convincing
He talk to the DEA and get niggas convicted
It ain't nobody that spray guns round him
Con' wouldn't be a convict
If A-Kon signed him large fours
I could press a button and
Lift 'em garage door
It cost 5 stacks to hear a Rex ray
You'd think he from the Bronx
Cause it's only a Grand that Con' cost
(Grand Concourse)
I told the last Brooklyn nigga I was Baghdad
And I'm trigger happy
I'm putting niggas in Glad bags
Ain't no way a Brooklyn bitch gon
Beat a vet from Harlem
Only the dickheads think he on
Top cause he conned 'em (Condom)
All these niggas can such a
Dick for hating on Rex
Cause, I just killed Con' with all concepts
EASY!

Y'all see this big belly ass nigga?
This nigga on blogs saying he 25
You trying to stay young
Forever? What's that?
30's the new 20 ass nigga
But y'all keep treating him like
He the chosen one
That's why he named himself T-Rex cause he
Just bout as old as one
Smoking gun, AK, AR, Tec's probably
Nigga I bring the big can to
Your crib like a Keg party
That shit'll bust off
You'll get the skull on your
Shirt like Ed Hardy
I don't wanna hear nothing outta
You cats round me
You dumb sweet Front seat the
Only may you catch shotties
What? Rex you a mortician
You just make up those dead bodies
Did y'all believe ever Randy was up
North behind bars in prison?
The closest you ever been to a cell
Block was dialing 67 Nigga you
Couldn't do a bid behind bars if
It was liquor you pouring
You couldn't FaceTime with an iPhone
You wouldn't do a bid at an auction
I'm the kid with the glitter
The lips on the ripper
It's bigger than Jigga's I been flossing
I been itching to hit ya
I'm ripping this nigga I'm really starving
I get pissed in a minute
Like Rick I'll rip him
And then the bullshit acquitted
I'm Ben Gordon
Go to his crib with the blicker, go blickity
Deadly with triggers I'm kicking
That door in! Let the Ruger cock for the
Whole crew with Dots
Hit K with the K, ricochets
Make sure Mook gets shot
Louie V and Show will be a free throw
I'm a give you two shots
Get to the Eagles to make them birds
Pop out like a coo-coo clock
I'm trigger happy
I'm hitting everybody when I'm using Glocks
Nigga my guns belong on the Maury show
Cause they don't know who to the pop
Cop a top, got me loading up the Cannon
Like it's a photo op
That 40 is all chrome like Robocop
I'll shoot, make this nigga
Look like a bitch, photoshop
Nigga the only thing you have in
Your can is soda pop
So if he say he got bullets
Coming out of the long nose, no it's not
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
If he say he got bullets coming
Out that long nose, no, it's snot!
Nigga you have to have the nappiest
Hair in battle rap history
And you decide to go get them Gumby cuts
Nigga it looks like you go to the barber like
"You know let me get the fuck me up"
I never seen a nigga in need of
A tummy tuck act fucking tough
Knowing damn well I draw 4's
He'll go for the deck, uno
You the smallest one in your circle
And ain't even playing it planet, Pluto
The but Mob don't fuck with this nigga
They wouldn't let him kick it
If this was Judo
Cause number one, you mad Bruno
You be lying how you let your tool go
You wimpy how you say your big arms pop I
(Popeye) but, your guns never blew though
You know everybody want me to
Bring your hype man up
Why the fuck should I? His hype man sucks
I should get on the phone with "EAT EMMMM!"
Cause, I but my right hand up
That my hype man would fuck your hype man up!
I light cans up, when I'm
In the broad daylight, that's a sunshower
Bullets take his baby breath
Now I gotta bring the son flowers sunflowers
If your bitch get violent (violet)
I fuck around and shoot strays
The gun rose, I points at her (poinsetta)
And he got his boo K'd (bouqueted)
If you think this Dan be lying (dandelion)
When I say he get that loot up
You'll sleep on a bed of flowers
After I put two in you
Once I let that tool up (tulip)
Rex I promise you, I will squeeze the hammers
You better have some life savers 'round
And I don't mean the candy
I pop, you'll watch ya dear
Deer mommy die without seeing Bambi
Cause, I'm fire and nicer than
When the beach is sandy i'm no joke rapping
I'm Joe Jackson how I'm beating Randy
But would you let the Desert spark
Kevin Harts?
Are you gonna pop the Glock, Chocolate Drop?
Yo nigga on Smack you was lying how you ate
(8) Mile nigga you Poppa Doc
I swear this Dinosaur shit has gotta stop
You taking this T-Rex shit so far nigga
You even got a Fossil watch

Saying my name in vein
Vain will have an IV in yours
Or give you that "I hope you
Walk again" from your in laws
I'll make his body splatter like a
Four from the 10th floor
Or have it where his Blood's everywhere
Crenshaw i'm sick of this lil nigga
Talking bout these long weapons
That he too little to shoot
Who this boy tricking? Yo Mook
It don't take a man to squeeze the can
Even the nigga with no balls can shoot
St tom Shepard? Now flip in front
Of these birdies and get nutso
That nine off the roof I got
Bullets by the truck load
Da, da, dadada if I I sound like a drum roll
More ratchets than a Call Of Duty gun code
Let me ask you the difference with you and me
Nigga you ain't ever had to grind
Or hustle on the street
When your life is on the line
And you ducking from the D's
Next week your man gon kill
Himself with your piece
What you know about winter time, no heat?
It's so cold in your house
You wear your jacket to go to sleep
I ain't rapping to be rapping
I'm rapping about me
You ain't ever sinned before
You live the life of a priest
What this nigga know about packaging grams?
When the 12-12 skimmies keep
Fucking up your hands?
And your got no more wet, it's just tan
And you knocked and try to stash that pack
In the back seat of your van
See what I mean? He ain't
Ever had a fight before and he big on that
Computer cause he Micro-soft
You can talk that gangsta shit
When these mics go off
I'll give em a jab, he gon need an iPad
No Apple Store
I can have a nigga harm y'all fast
Get his windows wiped out like
His hard drive crashed
Then this four gon blast
I get it all like that
For them chips I put niggas in Bonton bags
I heard his girl is a crazy woman
She always acting out and he say she bugging
She told me to get my bitch
If you think she want it
Well I got a bitch to kill
(Tequila) for $1, 800
She treat this dick well
Nelly called her a Tip Drill she was musty
Like shower how her piss smelled
I'm outside with the ratchet
The whole clip fell
It's ya Training Day and I'ma do
You like the Russians did Denzel
That 80 or that Mac will
Erase him off the map
I'll have him in a casket looking
Like he planking on his back
Tell Conceited don't play with me
He might get me mad
Stop looking at me like that
Cause I'll kick your ass
Your man with that pink toe
I'll get it tagged
He'll see his life go bye like
He was in a cab i gotta blast Dot Mob hockey
Mask have 'em operating
On him like a frog in a science class
This shit starting to be
A nuisance It's crazy
How these niggas took me and Mook shit
Then they do these blogs all
On me and Mook's dick
Til they ass naked getting fucked
With a pool stick
Cause you In Too Deep and I'll
Show you how God do shit
I'll move niggas in the crew films Ruthless
You'll never find his body it's
Where DNA tooth is
This barrel keep this bullet in her mouth
It's a cue stick
Every time she leaving she lead
'em to go smooches
Not just me, she top my team, no hands
Both arms to the sides like 9: 15
She used to let me bang her for awhile
She I I eat a nigga up
She'll drink a nigga child
She'll play like Chris Brown
She'll take a nigga down
She be sucking with two hands It looking
Like she ringing out a towel
Even when the odds against me, if
I'm falling I'ma shoot off balance
Dirk Nowit'ski
You gotta pay, not even Oprah get a win free
(Winfrey)
These X rated bars this nigga Disney
Yo Smack you know I was hot for a century
Respect you gotta give me
Fuck all that give me the Benji's
That was the Dot Mob coach
Tell 'em to bench me
I bet 100 that Mook and K both can put up 50
I came a long may from being Dingy
Now I ball at ya mall (Jamal) , no Tinsley
Broads open the door like Mr Bentley
I'm in a Porsche now I'm
Starting to miss the Bentley
This nigga dead!