Fight Klub, MC Jin, Serius Jones - Serius Jones vs Jin lyrics

You must be delirious holmes
Don't you know Jin spit furious poems?
With them wack 16's from earlier
You can't be serious serius Jones
This is the shit that's gon’ really
Put it to the test i suggest you step to the
Pool table with your best
See the fact is B, I end careers rapidly
Bout to have yo ass
Serving Daiquiri's at Applebees
For minimum wage, I spit venom and rage
Take rappers
Ridicule 'em and offend 'em on stage
It ain't a thing for me
To ruin your silly plans
10 G's? Let's up the Ante like
Lil Fame and Billy Danze
Reach for that mic like Jin can't win
You probably end up with one good hand
Like money from the Ying Yourng Twins
I ain't into my foes


Relentless with my props word to moms
Matter fact a sentence to my pops
Once they start fucking with me
You ain't swaying the crowd
He couldn't milk the game for what it's
Worth if we was playing with cows
Ayo I'm bout to rip your
Lame ass with 10 G's
I'll break you up with 5
So you can hop yo ass on the Patt'
Train and take it back to Jersey
This flow is not worthy, you cat right here
Talking grimace in your face ayo, for real
Jin is gon’ be the one winning this race
Cause when it comes to this
Cat's like you get ate up
He thought it was a special
Occasion at the Fight Klub
So he went and got a shape up
Yeah your hair looks fly
It was either puff rocks or spit
Cause he look like 6'2" but can't
Hit a jump shot for shit
This is the worst cat that I could ever see
You don't wanna step to the MC
Cause when it comes to this you
Might get hired and then fired
Cause after I spit you gon’ wish I did retire
And it didn't happen
Ayo I know you can't take the atrocity
Of the flow that I be spitting

Alright P what's going?
Okay we got Black, British white
And an Asian person
What's this? The Fight Klub
The United Nations version?
But that's aight
I said I been Jones before Jimmy and Mike
And I don't even eat Chinese
But, you know what I'ma
Make an exception tonight
Off the head or written I'm
The best there is, the message is you sex
So yeah I'ma talk about your heritage
How you sleeping in a
Cellar with 11 relatives
Or how you quit like a bitch talking
Bout "I'm sick of the record biz, "
See know I'll tell you what the Hell it is
See you ain't got no life
So you can't talk about a
Life that you never lived
And I done peeped your whole rhyming
Game and it's kinda lame
All he do is look around the crowd
Find celebrities and start dropping names
See now you get that off with a weak crowd
Then you throw old punchlines in the mix
And try to pretend it's a freestyle
See I'm a MC, I done seen that all day
You ain't fooling me
And when he rap, why you be cheesing all gay?
What you was doing, E?
You broke that's why you wanna come
Back and battle over here
But, you been wack your whole career
Ain't it 2 billion people in China?
You can't even go platinum over there

Dissing me for corny punchlines?
Now I gotta make the crowd laugh at ya
You could do a collabo with Malcolm X
And not go gold in Africa
So don't think that you ill cause this is not
The face of a new 100 dollar bill
He over there cheesing, pleasing
You can't fuck with that
Yo them Chinese jokes is played out
Like Scott Tails and Trucker hats
I ain't heard 'em a million times
I'ma leave you in the dark
He tried to bring y'all back to the
Past like this is 106 and Park
But, it's not man, got your arms folded
Colded ayo, your whole style is corroded
Taking it back to where you came from
You a lame one
And you think you gon’ come to this battle
And leave with a bunch of ones
How you gon’ come like this a field
Trip and bring your youngest son
Standing to the side, cheesing, pleasing
Cause this is suicidal
Cause after this battle your son is
Gon’ make me his idol ayo he really
Deep down in his heart wish
He could be like me
He like 45 rocking a white T, you a grown man
You need to switch your career plan
Cause yo I don't give a fuck if it's
In China or if it's here man
They know the truth and I'm
Here to expose you
And that's more than the reality
That I can disclose too
Cause if it comes to this
They really not laughing
Cause if I did diss these black people
I would get killed by an assassin
But when it comes to this
I ain't fighting with mines
Just to beat your corny ass I'm willing
To put my life on the line

Is this nigga running out of
Bad luck or what?
I don't even know this lil dude but you
Just told me you'd fuck him up
Now I done seen your face more than me
But you far from a star
And them Korean cars go forever
Long as you gas 'em up
But, your heart ain't a car
See I done heard he killed Shells and Verse
I was like "who?" cause you seen what
Happened to them They all flopped
Just like you see you was in the game for
Nothing, that's cause you lame, you fronting
You better call up RZA and try to
Join the Wu Tang or something
You ain't a Ruff Ryder
You on the back of the bike hugging
On like one of them broads
And DMX tried to kill 'em, you know why?
He caught 'em trying to cook one of his dogs
It ain't nothing to me
I be international pimping
And I had your Chinese chick giving me
A massage with a happy ending
But when she turned around I was
Like "Ewww she kinda wrong"
Like damn, "why she got a thong?"
See his bitch ass so flat she could iron
Her pants while she still got 'em on
It ain't nothing to me

Notice how he change his style
From fast to slow
Face it folks, he is not a rapper
He just trying to brainwash y'all with
A bunch of fucking racist jokes
You be on the block snapping
But this is different
This is real MC's rapping
Talking about I'm the cat that's on the
Back and I'm lookin' like a broad
And I did cook 'em, I was feeding you the dog
This is the dopest, get focused
You not hopeless
Cause yo I tell you it's unfair
I can't talk about cotton picking
But, I can say how I took a
Shit in your sweet and sour chicken
This is real flowing, you
Are not really here, you don't even exist
He thinking that he can
Casually walk away with
10 G's Like I ain't clenching my fist
Look! Do I got 9's with extra
Clips and coke by the pound? Nope! But
I do got enough bars to go another 10 rounds
Watch me make you the laughing stock
Half your block in Jersey will
Deny that they know you
After your ass gets dropped
By your label cause they heard the kid
They chasing me down matter fact, hold up
That's them paging me now
Empty slot on they roster that
Needs to be filled
But honestly I'd rather slang
Trees and ecstasy pills
Then be signed to your label
Where you owing them bucks
Cause they just jerking you like chicks that
Don't wanna fuck Ask your girl
I left a pubic hair in her eye
Now she want me to shave
My nuts like American Pie
I ain't surprised that you
Came with your mans but y'all like D12
No one knows the name to your band
Y'all seen his 'Best Of mixtape?
That shit is the worst
He on the cover with a pink Von
Dutch hat and a matching purse
I'm glad you got work on the street
Your flow is unemployed
His rhymes don't work on the beat
Face the facts, you couldn't kill it if Just
Blaze laced the track

This mafucka weight 40 pounds
How he gon’ yell at me?
I said I'ma chill cause if I listen
To what my ego telling me
Right now I'll catch 3 or 4 felonies
See yo, you might be aight on 106 and Park
But better than me though? You'll never be
See you thought your flow had cancer
Well welcome to chemotherapy
See this ain't nasty, this ain't sick
What I'm spitting is gross
I lock shit down, with the bars
I take the prison approach
And when I start clicking the toast you
Get scared and snitch to them folks
But be careful
I'ma have to write some shit for your ghost
This is Serius here, Jin a joke
I speak from experience, yeah
I live what I wrote
At your show ain't nobody
Spitting your quotes
The only time your fans support you
Is when your air conditioner's broke
I'm too real
The way I'm popping it'd be hard to miss it
Only way you get a new deal is if
You go shopping in the Garment District
See I treat the game like new clothes
Cause I'm ripping the labels off
And I don't care if you hungry
You try to eat off my plate
You getting strangled with the table cloth
See you ain't seen me on BET?
When I was ripping niggas facials off?
Oh yeah, that's right I forgot
Your cables off
Scrap you can't murder me in your home
I murder you for the dome
I murder you for the minutes
On your prepaid phone
I murder you straight off the dome
I murder you smoking a bong
Holding the chrome and you eat
It like egg rolls

I'm bout to show you what's a freestyle
Bout to make a comeback like Reggie
After hittin' three 3 pointers
And getting fouled
You gonna come around here
Acting like a nympho say the judges were all
Working together and it
Was fixed I was chillin with Miss Info
But, I'm not though
This is still off the top
Compared to all the stuff
That you was written
When you was chillin' on the block
Ayo you come around here
I bet he brought his rhyme book
He was kickin' all them 16's from his songs
He forgot to spit a hook
This is not it, I'm still confused
Cause you like the Knicks in overtime
Cause you still gonna lose
Talking about how you gon’ devour me
You a coward B, cause when
It comes to this yo
Who gives a fuck if I'ma sell
You think I lost y'all? I'ma bounce back
Like New Yorkers after the towers fell
This is the truth
You can fly a plane into me now cause yo
I might've lost the judges and
I might've lost the crowd
But, I never lost me
My flows will not move thee
Cause yo I'm bout to reenact a
Scene from a great movie
And y'all might think I'm
Talking about 8 Mile, but I'm not
Y'all really wanna panic
Talking about the final scene
From the Titanic
When you was jumping over board, cause yo
It wasn't going wrong
Cause when I take yo ass out, end your career
The band won't be playing no more songs
You'll be standing there, shaking
Grabbing your belt
Cause you thinking about all them
Old rhymes that you wrote
And the most of the ones
That the crowd's felt
But it was none of 'em, yeah
Smile and nudge if you want
But this is a freestyle battle
Don't come up here and front
I know the judges wanna see me
Pull a rabbit out my hat but yo
I'm about to take the 10 G's and
All y'all gon’ pull out a gat
And when I die, ayo to say the least
My mama get the 10 G's
So yo I really rest in peace
This is it, yeah, bugging
Cause, I'm not thugging this
Is the real freestyle
What you want cousin? Laughing and giggling
Acting like I'm wiggling and shaking my ass
But I'm not!
You wanna talk about one line that's hot
Yours I ain't heard none of 'em
He wanna quote my lines cause my shows
He's been to every one of 'em
This is it yo, I told y'all
Don't let this kid fool y'all
He trying to hit y'all with some hit's
Like this was junior high y'all
And you trying to come at me on some fly shit
You borrowing your brothers clothes on
Some junior high shit if he sees you rocking
His without his permission
It's some explaining to do
You left a stain on 'em too?
You bought to get your ass beat
He let a chick spill a drink
On him in Exit last week this is it, ayo the
Clock's ticking, cause you
All your writtens was not hitting
It might've been one of em
But ask me which ones I was feeling
None of em the cameras don't lie and
The people have spoken
You bout to wake up from a dream
Where you just thought you was choking
But, it's not tho, cause I'm taking you out
Making out with 10 G's when I hate it
I'm out this is it and the crowd can
Do all the chanting they want
Cause the shit is fixed like I told y'all
Don't get me a blunt I
Ain't trying to get height
I'm trying to show y'all that when it
Comes to this I'm ready to fly
Jump out the window with the doe
Yeah, shaking looking at the floor
Thinking about I might get signed and
I might go on tour i be Jin, I might be a
Legend, I might get signed, this is not it
You are not kicking a freestyle rhyme

Why mafuckas always wanna plead no
Contest when they getting slayed?
See you talking about freestyle
Nigga the objective is getting paid
You know what
If you wanna see some freestyle dudes
I'ma show you what they gon’
Say tomorrow on MTV News
See tomorrow they be like "Serius Jones
From Jersey is officially a soldier
And Jin from Ruff Ryder's
Career is officially over"
He talking 'bout a strip club but
I seen him at Sue's Rendezvous
In the back stripping and clubbing
Seen him in the back with
A bitch kissing and hugging
I'm like this nigga is bugging cause he
Don't know who's dick she was sucking
That's nothing
Fucked around and found out the
Bitch is his cousin
Now that shit is just disgusting
But he get that from how his mom treating em
Cause she was a sex fiend, and him?
He was 10 she was still breast feeding him
But, you destined to live
Your lifestyle broke
The only reason you even breathing
Is cause the LifeStyle broke
But when the guns drawn it's too late
To get your Kung Fu on
My guns too long, hit the trunk, pump
You gone
This nigga rapping like his tongue glued on
I don't know what kinda drugs you on
Nigga I throw one shoe at you then stomp
You to death with one shoe on
What you gon’ do once you on?
You only done two songs
You getting burnt like you stayed outside
In the sun too long
The shoes that come through on
They look like windmills
That's why you like the bitch
Crouching waiting to scoop
My balls like she play in the infield
See I'm from Jers' they still whip steal
If you see that big steel?
Sit still or get your wig on the windshield
It's nothing to me yo I'm
Done with this holmes
Matter fact you should turn the camera
Put it on his face
Cause this mahfucka sweating
Like he just been running a race
Yo can't none of these niggas in here
Fuck with me in my prime
That nigga was hard, this nigga was soft
And he's been eating that swine
What you wanna gamble with your life?
Then stand him in front of me in a line
I'll treat these mahfuckas like dice and
Shoot 'em 3 at a time
It ain't nothing to me
It's serious but this is funny
Ayo it's like Jerry McGuire so
Show me the money
Matter fact let me take it home
It's nothing to me
I know you feel soft and naked holmes
So, it's over, I break your bones
Gimme that cake and I'm gone