Grind Time Now, Tricky P, Rone - Tricky P vs Rone lyrics

Big ups to NY! This division is straight heat
But how come this lame geek's
Always makin' some gay speech?
Like, "You think you can face ME!?
Spelling Bee Champion in Grade 3!?
Captain of the great Penn
State debate team!?"
You need to get knocked out
I'll pee in your mom's mouth
'Cause knob-slobbin' snobs like you are
The reason I dropped out
He battles using words like "eri-udite"
Then wonders why nobody in the area's hype
And no one cares if you
Write with literary devices
You little arrogant white fuckin' stereotype!
Yo, yo, only thing we got in common
Is our level of melanin
You crash dorm parties with your
Friends that are celibate
And start sending in messages
To the residence President
Like, "Yes sir, Your Excellence
We're collecting the evidence!"
And I know you wanted PH to
Put you versus a bigger name
But, I'm just the evidence you
Got murdered by DNA!

Yo, the guy in the blue
Had never been in the hood
He's the one, two wreck
And after I'm finished with you
Your crew next silence
Nobody? Alright
Yo, from the feedback it seems that I
Need to slow what I rhyme 'bout
They're claiming I'm aiming
Over people's heads
Well, how's right between his eyes sound!?
So fuck speaking in high-brow
You better leave for the high ground
Hide out, lie down and just die now
See, I had verses with D
But he won the crowd
And he still needed a bomb
Threat to bump me down
So if you think that YOU
Can pass ME at rapping, it's on
But, you better be strapped
With an actual bomb!
You think that Tricky P is
Tricking me? Tricky, please
When I spit swifter
Shit's sicker with slicker trickery
It's Halloween, so mama
She wanted to trick-or-treat
So I showed my Snickers treat and
Watched the bitch trick for free
This cat's basic
Getting castrated for talking shit to me
So try to tinkle without a pickle
Now that's a tricky pee!
But he said, "Aboot my raps
Have any suggestions?" i said
"What the hell is that?
A fucking trick question?"
You needn't be this savvy to
See that he spit's badly
I should be singing "I'm A Thug"
Because I feel like Trick daddy!
Shit, even my little cousin can
Write better shit than you like, "Tricky P
What does that stand for? Tricky Poop?"

'Kay, they might like your flow
But it ain't that impressive
You sound like a little
Kid who's playing Detective
I gotta say, it's an awfully tough swagger
To stand straight and stick out
Your jaw like the Nutcracker!
Yo, yo, we're getting grisly
It's a New York Halloween
This bitch is prissy
He's a New York drama queen
Of every spitter in the New York battle scene
You're the only fag who
Reads New Yorker Magazine!
I won't stop 'til you're in the past and gone
Like ancient Babylon, or the Mastodons
It's a fact, with the rap
You ain't half as strong
Like Iran, we're about to see an Adam bomb!
I'll keep it going with the frees
To show you that I'm dope with the frees
Indeed yo, you go to Penn State
And never get to leave
You stay in class all day
It's like a state penitentiary
Bitch, I'm free, that's the difference
I rap with persistence
I'm slashin' this bitch in half of a minute
Gotta show you right now that
Pat is the sickest
Like a mathematician when I smash the rhythm
You're alittle bitch, little homo
And you got no flow, so I'm going loco
I'm the type to wear a
Polobut still out-show you
You a faggot like the dudes
Who live out in SoHo (TIME)

Yo, you're FUCKED, Tricky Patrick
Without a lick of foreplay
I'mma ruin your day because
I'm feeling short changed
I wanted to battle a beast
This couldn't be more lame
I was hungry for steak: they
Gave me orange sorbet!
This isn't a good look for me
Battling his ass
But, I was hungry for blood
Even if it's this bad so I'mma eat you alive
Like the Gingerbread Man
And I won't stop chomping until
This ginger's dead man
I'm like a fucking pastry chef
Believe I'm getting into that
Cause, I can make a ginger bend and
I can make a ginger snap!
So FUCK whatever family members you
Thought you were loyal to
Cause they're going off the cliff with you
Yelling "O'Doyle rules!"
Yo, an unfunny redheaded bitch with
Jokes that are badly written
Who are you supposed to be for Halloween
Little girl? Kathy Griffin?
Yo, I would never buy your stock cause
It seems you lie a lot
Like claiming your rhymes are hot
Because you're a fire-crotch
And playing Patty Cakes with get Pat erased
So don't doubt that
'Cause, I need just a couple
Seconds to have you down, pat
You messed up seeking a fight when
You came to tour the States
And our health care is not freeso
You'll pay for your mistakes

He's not a real MC, I asked him his top 3
And he's like, "Socrates, Plato, and one day
Perhaps me"
Man, no wonder kid is gettin' loads of haters
His style is more pretentious than
An episode of Frasier!
I'll launch this great debater
Past the Equator
Makin' an 80-acre crater in a
Glacier in the Himalayas!
Yo, you're NOT as dope as Tricky P
I DROP my flow consistently
Let's get this straight: you got a
Body mold for Little League
Voice as low as Mini-Me
You watch the show Felicity
I'm thinkin' Rone's short
For Testosterone Deficiency!
He's been doin' all he can
To change his physical frame
Liftin' 5-pound weights 'til he's
Twitchin' in pain
Laying spraying and drained with
His ligaments sprained
But hey it's okay: Rone wasn't
Built in a day!
I'll hack him! I'll cleave him!
I'll slash him! I'll bleed him!
I'll grab your heart and eat it
Like the Last of the Mohicans!
It's Pat Stevens, a rap demon
You can't beat him!
This wack weakling is past
Needing a fast beating!
FUCK Macaulay Culkin! I'll stomp
Him with brute force
Shoulda stayed home alonenow you
Lost in New York!

Yo, ahh, these Canadians, say ah
Say "Fuck Grind Time" without an
American kid in the place
Well say that shit to my face
And watch this bitch get erased
Or they'll say
"Hip hop's not dead: it lives in the north"
Which epitomizes corny son, mission abort
If he lives in the north
That bitch is a dwarf
And the neighborhood kids light
Shit on his porch
Philly, Philly, Philly! Believe me
We go harder
I've been had beef with Toronto
This is for Joe Carter
And you suck at battling, believe me, buddy
Almost as much as your countrysucks
At being a country
Any nation in the world for a
Fact could steal your cookies
But does Canada care?
Nah, you're just happy being pussies
And him battling in Grind Time is like trying
To get an MBA in the 11th grade
Or like Lisa Leslie going the NBA like
"Can we play?" "No Lisa, you can't play"
Yo, Mr t isn't me, I don't pity fools
I'll belittle you and ridicule
Down to the minuscule just for fucking fun
I will have you as my whipping mule
I will even pop your buzz like a
Fat kid on an inner tube
The high school bully had to pound
The kid from middle school
You can't swim in our league
Now back to the kiddie pool