Grind Time Now, QP, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs QP lyrics

Yo, I shouldn't mess with Q he
The most vicious of SONS he's so gangsta
He got guns that shoot out miniature guns
But what i wrote for him is opium
I bleed herron
And this ain't the jungle book
You can't beat Shere Khan
For a living you're a plumber
And that's an honest wage
But wait lets flash back to
Your match with Kronic Plague
It was here, last year
Remember you bumping Onyx in a jag
Just a second lets examine
The fraudulence of that
You got them bills, child support
Plus you got them union dues
Stupid you'd be lucky bumping
Onyx in a Subaru
Wait i forgot your Uzi spews
You're ruthless as a hunter
But, if you're truly just a plumber
What the fuck you gonna do to me
Shoot me with a plunger?
You see me with a dime you
Know I'm piping that bitch
While you're at work, with
A wrench, like: "damn
These pipes are a bitch"
How does it fell to know I'm
As white as it gets
But more respected by the city
Who's style you bit
I guess that hurts, but what impacts worse
Is you're dying to be a Smack rapper
Too bad I did that first
I was a highly gifted student
And a college debater
So if i want to fuck your girl
Shit I could persuade her
So when you come to fix my
Toilet after I just clogged it
I'll be working out your chick
Like it's my new office this is promo
But, it's going to look like you lost it
I put you on the map just to wipe you off it
But, if he shows steel I won't
Squeal and Soul might duck
Cause when that fo' five busts
It doesn't really matter cause yo life sucks
Fuck it, if i get you, I dissect you
Your body sliced to slivers
I'll take your vital organs
Sell them to the highest bidder
From your eyes to your liver
Every part'll get pitched
Too bad no one's in the market
For the heart of a bitch
So here's the cliff notes if
You just joined the battle
I put Q in a box, 10 points in scrabble

I don't wanna hear shit about
My battle with KP
And you know, me beating Kronic Plague
You battled in New York and
Couldn't handle a black president
And I'm just being honest Abe
I don't need a tooth under my pillow
For me to serve this fairy
I came with lots dirt to make
Certain that this herb gets buried
You've never had sex before you know
Why? This nerd is scary
But when he does, he could have a baby Jesus
Depending on who this virgin marry
(Virgin Mary)
This square geek is an old school
Jew like his father's partner
That thing on your face isn't a nose
That's a slobber knocker
Ladies don't run up and conversate with him
He's not a talker
Wizard ask you for some brain
He means your medulla oblongata!
So he can whip up a potion with
Hand lotion using a sorcerer's stone
Add a little sugar and spice
Create a gorgeous clone
To keep away from faggots and fat
Chicks you were forced to bone
This faggot shakes his head 'cause I'm
Hitting a little close to home back at home
Bitches wouldn't say Soul Khan is a cute guy
This faggot is a maggot and magic
Couldn't make this fruit fly
It feels like summer time when he wanna
Try to slip the truth by
'Cause you say it and turn red
'cause it get hot whenever this Jew lie
(July) true lies
This ain't that pregnant bitch
From the movies
But, I guarantee this Jew know (Juno)
I only pretended to be his friend
After we kicked it
I took his Jew dough (Judo)
You better keep your fucking hair short
Please, don't grow it into a Jew Fro
Smartest kid in his class why
He enrolled into a JUCO
Dude's bro's name is Julius
His mother's name is Julie
Just to reiterate how Jew he
Is his sister's name is Julie
Now his dad's name is Judas
That's right his dad's name is Judas
The same person that betrayed Jesus
'Cause that's the type of shit a Jew does
True stuff, the Bible got proof of this
To show his racist ruthlessness
You guys gave him a crown made of thorns
'Cause you're stupid pricks
He turned water into wine
Who in the fuck couldn't get used to this?
Then you guys planned to cross Jesus
Crucifix? For that shit, if you got a baby
I'll catch the kid in a cradle
If you got a toddler
I'll catch him while he's spinning a dreidel
In high school it'll be
Like Cain finishing Abel
When I do him shady
Aftermath matching Eminem's label

If you call those bars your hardest
Then I'll have to giggle
If I had a nickel for
Every dope line you spit, i'd have a nickel
If you strike me down I
Will come back like Lazarus
First here's a fashion tip
Buy a fucking hat that fit's
And Q got two hats, one to conceal his fade
And another one to keep him
From getting Conceited's AIDs
Your crew shares a lot
I ain't talking just bad flows
Ya'll motherfuckers swap meat
Like discount clothes
Y'all got that corny wordplay
I can flex mine too
My Jamaican homies told me you can't test I
Q i know your formula
You'll flip my name in different forms
Go ahead, flip my name
It's still bigger than yours
And not the length of that shit
I mean the strength of that shit
I will break you down to pieces
Jenga that shit
And this ain't the Fifth Element
But, I'm finally truly on
That every time you rhyme you move
And bop like Ruby Rhod
I saw a video of your son
I thought some don't look right
You the only one in the SONS
That your son don't look like
So fuck the Jewish jokes
And all your dumb wordplay
Ask your boys where they were nine
Months before your son's birthday
Against Chronic
You spit the ten plagues I can't really lose
Cause that was dope
But guess what? The plagues
Came from the Jews
You know that Soul's blessed with it
I'm apart of the chosen people
We wrote the Old Testament
You followed a phony sequel
I'm that being from Elohim
You should of turned this down
The Holocaust was then bitch
You getting murdered now
You think you tough because you're from
Stockton and I'm from Woodland Hills
Half your teams about as
Tall as Bushwick Bill
You don't slang, you sniff
Embarrassing your sorry camp
You fuck me up? Please, you and what army
And again, here's the cliff notes if you
Just joined the battle
I put Q in a box, and Fox is a faggot

Yeah, everyone in the SONS is
Five-two and we're all short, funny
But, I busted a nut in your bitch's face
She enjoyed all of my shortcomings
Soul Khan's name is Abraham Weston, sheesh
I'll just call him Abe for short
Nicknamed the Wizard
Brown Bag is where you played your sports
That battle with 'Tez where he said that nose
Looking like it was made to snort
You look like a dude that skipped trial
The way you couldn't stay with Cort (court)
This dog, imagine him carrying a ratchet
I'll throw him in the water under the bridge
That's what I call burying the hatchet
No homo
But, I hope you end up marrying a faggot
And get buried in a casket
By an Aryan assassin you can ask him
After this his career will be washed up
You'll be better off surfing tides
And becoming a Jewish Rabbi
Yeah, that should keep this nerd in line
But, you're a walking contradiction and
I'm just now learning why
Cause you say you hate skinheads while on
The eighth day you get circumcised
He's from California, but rep New York
So he can't say that Khan stay fresh
Just for frontin' I should punch
Him in his concave chest
I'll ask Soul if he fucks with the Roc
If Khan say yes
I'll send my gold digger to New York
Just to bring Khan ye west (Kanye West)
They say I can't beat Soul Khan 'cause
He got the sickest battling flows fuck it
I can't beat Soul Khan? How
About I battle his nose?
I say yo, so glad we could meet
Toe to toe, head to head, face to face
This boinger is your best friend so I'm a
Point right at your ace and say
This is Ricky Bobby's partner
Doing his version of the shake 'n bake
Cause even if I never said
You were Jewish once
This motherfucker would've given
The race away
Nasal spray, then his nose'll grow
Longer than Pinocchio's
You dig me? People catch my
Drift over in Tokyo flying to Hawai'i even
Everyone knows the nose
Your schnozz got personality
That's why everyone knows your nose
Your favorite resort is the Poconos
When you snort I'm gonna poke your nose
When you sniff, I get pissed
When I take my fist and turn
It to Shane Mosley's nose
Or maybe Ginobili's nose fredo, I got you
The people's geek got the eagle's
Beak from the totem's pole
So when I cut this wood's pecker, yes sir
You can say I told him so
This soul'll flow and fall forward
Y'all'll see a nose dive
Right into these rails right here
Skate fast and see a nose grind
I told Okwerdz my bars so
Soul Khan probably knows mine
But since I spit piff
It's appropriate I gave his nose lines
I said I'll show up to your house on
Hanukkah and turn off your goddamn lights
Since me and Fox jumped in you
Think me and Fox can't fight?

I'm gonna punch you in the
Nose, right in the nose
Cause you're goddamn right!

Pardon my sweat stains, y'all
You make tracks about how you
Flossin' and you clap rounds, yet
That ain't exactly what I found
In this here background check that's true
This file says your lifestyle ain't
Fit for a baller
Your average income is 28, 453 dollars
But street money's off the books
That's how you're paid right?
Any way to gain so you
Probably seen some court
Dates right? Wrong! I checked that shit too
From federal to state
And you never been charged of one felony
But wait there's one unspeakable act that
This wicked man committed in 2004
He had a warrant for
Dodging a traffic ticket!
You fake ass faggot!
I bodied you in the first
I'll body you in the next
But, I already won this round
So your posse can get the rest alright?
I'll sunset the SONS set, dropping every man
Your rap crew's a fat dude
And some chocolate Teddy Grahams!
Yeah, he's got this he's got
This he "really" got this
Except for Heartless, you're garbage
With a gun infatuation
You're one playground away from
Being another Bad Creation!
Hey! Hey! Hold on! Hey! Hey! Hey Fox! Hey
Fox! I thought Slaughterhouse was
Gonna be here! People compare Fox to Kobe
I have to hesitate
Cause in battles he ain't Kobe
He's the bitch that's getting raped
And in New York, i wasn't afraid of you when
I treated you civil
I ain't fighting a motherfucker who
Barely reaches my nipples!
Conceited, Conceited I got you man
I dissed you, now you ducking me
That's a privilege and a luxury
But since I destroyed your boy
I guess you know that you can't fuck with me
The first time I ever heard Conceited rap
I wonder where he get his gear at
The Fetus Gap?
I don't give a fuck if you think
You the sickest kid in your squad
You're a coward with the fucking
Voice of Nicki Minaj
Hold on! Last four! Q, back to you
I put my life into my lyrics
You rap to pretend
I terminate careers, you never had one to end
And here's the last thing I have
To say to your crew!
Fuck you, Fuck you, You're cool, Fuck you!

You know how everybody in
Oakland know you suck?
If that shit was true about me
Why the whole time he didn't
He open that folder up? I said Jewish devil
Let me ask you how your
Life has been as Satan
Probably hell, hardly swell
Like when this kike got into Dayton
I'ma leave you sweatin' like blacks
Back when whites was integratin'
And had this Brown Paper
Bag fag hyperventilatin'
I said it's amazing
That head goes perfectly with your IQ
Being a hypocrite
Why would I wanna be more like you?
You eat pig feet, bacon bit's, hell
Pork rinds too
You said you'd eat that shit when pigs fly
Well of course swine flew (swine flu)
I'm like aight, fine, cool
This might be bull but I heard you
Got a sweet tooth for beefcakes
He wears "bi"-focals to help
This faggot see straight 'Cause he's gay
I didn't get paid for this battle
So consider this a cheap date
I'm trying to keep this Jew "in line"
But he's a cheapskate geek wait!
If you hear I steer clear of beef ask
Yourself what kind of bull is this?
Not tossin' a salad is the only
Time you pull a lick
A brown bag belongs in front of the
Door when you pull a trick but, I get it
You're a joke who thinks you're on
Fire when you're full of shit
This bitch is a self-proclaimed Wizard that's
Into all kind of wizardry
I just think he's a bigot that's
Into all kind of bigotry
That nose makes you look like a woodpecker
So for barking up to this nigga tree
I'm a hit you with a German knee
(Germany) for rushin' (Russian) up
This Jew is history
Physically, he cross-dresses
How much damage you think
This Wizard can cause?
Red heels, no magic tricks, shit
This Wizard's a fraud
They should throw him in jail, no bail
Filming it all
HBO original series titled the Wizard, of Oz!
Fox hit me from the Bronx like
"Soul Khan wouldn't stand with us"
Paparazzi flashing cam
He hoppin' out the damn picture
You livin' in a white world like
You standing in a damn blizzard
Wishes there were no black people
Well wouldn't that be grand, wizard?
Now his music's got more synthesizers
Than an A-kon track
Probably the reason his career
Hasn't seen a contract
He don't need microphones and monitors
'cause he's laying on tracks
He spent eight nights at home on Hannukah
And still couldn't flame on wax
I'm a leave him with scars
No hands touching the fives
You a geek with the bars
No grams touching the pies
I'll tell you reach for the stars
Get your hands in the skies
And stupid I'm robbing you
So please, take off that fucking disguise