Grind Time Now, Illmac, The Saurus - The Saurus vs Illmaculate lyrics

Now he's beat me once
In case y'all haven't seen his fucking resume
But he was lucky
Let's just say: weakest judgement ever made
So I'ma feed my hunger while
I'm beating up this featherweight
If you want beef, then fuck it
I ain't eaten lunch since yesterday
If you've watched WRC enough
You'd seen this sucker getting saved
Spit some filler, weak as fuck
Then Peter comes to rescue Greg
Tell you what: give me the money
Each of us are getting paid
And we'll just call it even from me
Cleaning up the mess you made
Compared to me this chump's at
Least a hundred steps away
You're always gonna be the
One that people underestimate
I'll turn this to a scene for
The police to come investigate
Cause either Real Deal just shrunk
Or he's in fucking second grade
To say you should be
Ashamed of yourself's accurate
Once one of the best in the game
But he fell back a bit
Cause you were only great
When I gave you some help, faggot bitch
Change your name from "Ill" to
Taking an L maculate
Now this is hard for me to
Say 'cause I'm usually very civil
But anything you'll do today is
An improvement compared to Grizzle
The feeling that I have's the same
In every round I seen
It was like, "Way to go homie
Thanks for letting down the team"
Man, what the fuck no wonder
You kept the people waiting
While they speak on who's
The best between us, endlessly debating
I'll turn this to your funeral
Come dressed for the occasion
Look: what used to be a legend
Is just a memory that's fading

I know you're up for any challenge
This time you'll get sent to the ER
I got a challenge for you
And if you accept it, it'll be hard
For the rest of this battle
I dare you not to sweat like a retard
And lose your breath every
Three bars watch him!
See, you lost to the guy
That lost to Mosh, Collide and Jazeright?!
YOU should probly die of AIDStwice!
You should probly die a lotta violent ways
Be sodomized by blades, tossed a live grenade
Or eaten alive from the inside
By the creatures that occupy your face!
I seen your last battle
There's no way that your counter
Threats can stop me
This clown is getting cocky
Listen funny guy:
It ain't double time just cause you
Rhyme out of breath and sloppy
He set up that round like it was fucking dope
I thought he was gonna make music
Or talk without sounding gay i mean
He said it was outside of his comfort zone
It don't matter if I'm short or from Portland
Your loss to Storm was important
That was an embarrassment
Of enormous proportions
Like a The Saurus performance
You're nothing but jokes with a
Weak percentage of skill
You do what everyone else does
And then try to act like
You re-invented the wheel
Like, "I'll call Madness fat
Dumbfoundead, I'll use race jokes on him"
Then someone mentions that thing
Above his neck
And he's like, "Ho-ho-ho, face jokes again!"
Like you're so outside the box!
That double time was horrible and then some!
Funny only time he went outside the box
Was right before Storm put him in one!

It's funny how he talked about
That Jonny dude to me
Cause, I've beat Madness more than once
And he bodied you in three
If I had a nickel for every
Bar you jacked from Sykull
It would add to 50 grand
Illmacu-little wasn't packing pistols back
At Scribble Jam
Wait, I don't want y'all cats to
Miss the magic trick I planned
Now watch me turn this rapping
Midget to a sacrificial lamb!
You're putting people on the map
Who shouldn't be contenders
You ain't rolling with crooks and thieves
And pushing keys, whatever
To reiterate what Soul Khan said
But put it even better
If Sandpeople was Wu Tangyou
Wouldn't be a member!
You've had crooked teeth forever
And something stunted your growth
You've gone from up-and-comer to number one
To the fucking butt of a joke
Now testing me
That's some suicidal shit he did
The margin that you're losing
By is pretty big
And now I gotta euthanize a guinea pig
I'll crucify you, little kid
Consider this redemption
I'll clench my fists and send
Him to a different dimension
You'll never win without me
So why's this guy from Portland battle?
I mean, scottie Pippen's always lived in
Michael Jordan's shadow!
And if he thinks he's beating me tonight
This cat is dreaming
He's so tiny that I have to squeeze
My eyes like that to see him
Why do you have such a fucked up smile
Mac? The reason:
This hamster tried to bite the
Hand that feeds him
So I just bashed his teeth in
You'll never beat me, I'm way too clever
So instead of hating
Start writing me a thank you letter
Because I made you better!

It's Peter the Poor Sport!
Every time he loses he pouts and he whines
Then he takes his aggression out and
Screams loud when he rhymes
But, if there's a reason my buzz
Want amount to his shine
It's cause the net nerds want
Someone they can relate to and rally behind
But look Pete, we met in 2005
'06 and '07, that was a mountain to climb
It's been two years since then
I've put three projects out in that time
Do the math, bitch: it's 2009
And you still haven't been on
An album of mine! Talk about Spin the Mic
That was cute but that was foolish
You cats are clueless
This poor sportevery time this faggot loses
He throws a fit
Shit, sometimes there's a hat included!
You're a nerdy queer
This should be the last battle of your career
And you're gonna learn some shit
About this person here
I mean, remember in Vegas, when
We lost one round
And you were on the verge of tears!?
I was in the hotel room, coaching
Him like, "Come on, Pete, we can persevere!"
Remember when you were turning
Yourself inside out pulling your hair like
"Everyone bit my style!"
I had to tell him he made the kid quite proud
When in reality, I'm thinking
"You acting like a lil' bitch right now!"
Peter, don't act like I'm lying
I ain't make this up
He lost to Dizaster and called me up after
Crying like I gave a fuck i didn't
He said, "Murder Diz for me"
And wished me best luck
I said, "Fuck, I'll try"
I even told Diz, "TheSaurus got jerked"
But hey ock, guess what? I lied!

Now it was obvious to me the
Type of shit that he'd do
Go on and on 'bout how I
Don't make music sicker than you
He pressed a double album with Only
A kid from his crew that's two CDs: only one
Was worth listening to!
We were certainly a ruthless combo
So I thought you'd murk Conceited
Ruin Hollow
It was worth it being proven wrong, though
'Cause now every person sees
Without assistance from a
Verse from me, you lose a lot, bro
I'm a Herculean human God, so
Thoughts of serving me are foolish also
It hurts to be this truthful, dawg
But, I got better after
Surgically removing Kuato!
This little guy is so frail!
Is that from sniffing giant coke rails?
He's too small to drive a car
So he sticks to riding coattails
I brought him to the WRC with me
He got all excited like, "When's
The battle gonna start, pete!?"
And I'm like, "Settle down
Greg let me unstrap you from your car seat"
He won't have a fucking heartbeat when
This gnome is getting ripped apart
You're supposed to be the sickest
I'm not totally convinced you're hard
Hopefully, I won't just be
Some nobody you disregard
When you find out I told Dizaster what
A low-life piece of shit you are!
Now I openly admit your bars
Are far from mediocre
But with all the Ls you take it
Must be hard to keep composure
He hasn't found his identity
So I'm 'bout to put you out of your misery
Now hold your breath and count to infinity
You haven't won since '07
Tonight you'll follow tradition
You make Grind Time Northwest look
Like an awful decision
But, you really got put in an ironic position
By becoming the President of
The smallest division!

That was a awesome verse for me
I bet you wish that skin
Graft had gone as perfectly i mean
Did the hospital at least
Had the common courtesy
To fire the doctor that botched your surgery?
See you're just a frail bitch to me
And after my first two
Bars you trailed instantly
Cause remember that "try to not sweat or lose
Your breath" challenge? Well
You failed miserably! So look, tell me
Did Peter really picked a
Peck of pickled peppers?
Check the Scribble records
You and Adeem both won twice, right? Well
You faggots can go and suck a dick together!
I don't even know what you
Got into Hip-Hop for
But there's a reason I get props more
I make dope songs and I've
Actually been on tour
(Ostrich Head don't count)
AND my intro music shit's on yours!
You are honestly wack
Fuck "The Saurus vs Illmaculate"
They shouldn't even be calling it that!
They should be calling this "quality
Rap" vs The Saurus's "comedy novelty act"
That's why when you picked your career
I'm annoyed you chose rapping
You think this boy can go
Platinum?! It won't happen!
See, you got a face for radio
And a voice for closed caption
So I got some questions
That'll change your perspective
I know no one can mess with us as partners
But which one of us can
Quit battling right now
And still be respected as a artist?
Which one of us can give
A fuck about this battle
Long as they have all the cash when it ends?
And which one of us is clinging to battling
Like it's all he has cause it is?

Aight, it's OT off top
In a fucking confrontation I will snuff you
I mean, look at your music and how long
It's taken you to hustle
"Ho-ho that was dope -" shut the fuck up! I'd
Have enough of them bitchass
Non-rhyming conversational rebuttals
We get it, Pete, you're a comical asshole
But y'all have heard battle
Rappers can't make music, right?
Well here's a walking example!
And that's the reason I'll never
Walk in your shadow i mean, what happened?
It looks like piranhas attacked you
While you were bobbing for apples c'mon Lush
That mug has become infamous
For fucking up businesses
Don't believe me? Here's a
Couple of instances:
You won Scribble and WRC twice
They're both bankrupt now what
A fucking coincidence!
I understand that life's a lesson
So when people say he carried the team
I don't stress 'em
Knowing they'd think a lot differently
If they knew all the lines I've fed him
Fuck it his last four bars against his
1st round against Madness? That was me!
His Dumbfoundead "make me a cell phone with
Tape and some velcro" that was me!
His entire double time round against Storm
Okay, that was you! His WRC "doggy daycare
But you probably ate there"
Punchline of the week that was me!
And it's sad to see
Because before every battle this faggot Pete
Hit's me up like, "Hand me
Schemes, I need ammo, please, "
And there's plenty more
I just gave you those examples free
That way when you watch a The Saurus battle
Think while you're rooting for him
You're actually just a fan of me!

Your biters are bigger faggotsthat
Wasn't even a punchline
How could you forget that
You'll never be boss?
He probably suffers from
Short-term memory loss
When you got beat by Conceited it
Sure looked easy to ether
This three foot tall leading star
Of Leave It To Keebler
Just keep your mouth closed
It needs to be sown shut
He still dreams of what he wants
To be when he grows up
While he sleeps inside his shoebox
He refers to as a better mattress
Blankets: seven napkins
And his pillow is a ketchup packet
So truthfully you and me are nothing alike
Cause, I'm Geppetto the dude to
Bring a puppet to life
You won't ever be a man or
Be ahead of me regardless
You were barely second best before
Your legacy was tarnished
Now he just can't get a win
As hard as mini Mac tries
Cause it's tougher when he's not
Getting a piggy back ride
Teaming with this guy
And speaking of his size
Just imagine how small he feels on the inside
You were a backpacker nerd
But now you're sparking the tool?
Deep In? It's deep for you in
The shallow part of the pool
Fuck all the holding back
I'll start a domino effect
That'll knocking over Mac until
His collar bone'll snap
Just so y'all are told the facts:
He's not as dope, he's soft and broke
And you wouldn't be shit without me
ALL I KNOW IS THAT!