URLtv, Chef Trez, Loso - Chef Trez vs. Loso lyrics

I say, you sense that
Loso? The Devil beside ya
It's a cold feelin’
And that lil' chill you just got is
The sins in your soul spillin'
See I don’t care about imaginary gun bars
They give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar with religion
You know Christians did the most killin'
You can't help me or talk to me
You just gon' be shook how I reply
Stick ya hand out and you'll lose it
As well as ya life: I'm Denzel
In The Book Of Eli
Scotty was your Training Day, He
Got Game, but look, bitch
It's my fuckin’ turf
Get sent to Heaven on your Savior’s bus
And really see what Jesus' shuttle’s worth
(Shuttlesworth) i'm highly pissed
Miss me with all that godly shit
For the fans with the pay-per-view
They chose to buy this shit
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on
Cam’: this that Tekashi hit
We in Florida, I beat yo' ass in yo' state
The fist hurt his face, then I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if this knee land
(Disneyland) , we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the urge to pray
I let off a round with a 38
Universal Studios globe, the'll revolve
(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess
I face real tiers
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some fire mid tiers
So I'm not worried about facin'
You and your savior i don't feel fear
Plus, I already stood in front of
JC onceand I'm still here!
Aye, without me, you wouldn't
Be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that league that
Birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype quick
And gave all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god
I left you the Pen to write wit'
Who's child is this? Oh, John John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, lil' bitch
Y'all wanna see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some wilder shit
Bitch, ain't no action in ya type
You was watchin' Passion Of The Christ
I was in fights
Havin' to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let
That nigga start actin' gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't
Be no classic here tonight! Aye look up
Better hope that man controllin' your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna
Break the Al Capone curse
I was cursed before the shirt
Went over my shoulders today evil as fuck
Mid rappin' we can go to the fade
You ain't peep the latest sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke
To the stage nigga, I'll cock the shit
Won't even pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth
Won't stop the shit 'til the mission complete
Just a ratchet
Goin' back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real
Think harder
You come across people gettin' stoned
And that PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good, hella white like your religion
See it's very true
Ain't too much difference
Hell we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball
Oh that ain't register to no one?
Well I was locked up so off the bat I
Miss Strike but now that I'm home: run
This the major league and you
Can't take this Chef place
I'm not pitchin' you BS
But all it take is 3 Of Them Thangs and
You won't make it to your next plate
This nigga got a lot of faith
It's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he
Was goin' when he died, smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I shot the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 12-round 'em
Then the lead is sparkin' a switchblade
Now y'all can go from Four
To the Headless Horsemen now stick wit' me
He might use a 3 Of Them Thangs
Bar and talk about the Holy Trinity
But, I don't got a father
Son or a holy spirit so it
Don't mean shit to me you ain't slick
Who said that Chef won't kill him?
See he fool y'all convincin' like he's
Righteous like that's gon' get it
But, you fake preach, get what
You want, then leave
That's why the Chef don't feel him
Once he get the check, this Christian jet
I see the Creflo winnin'

They said this is long overdue
You know it was only a matter of
Time till you had to face me
Prolly cause this is like protocol
You know battle rappers always come to me
After having roughs encounter with JC
I said, what up, Trez?
They shoulda told you I'm not one
You wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
While He is the King
I dare you, please, intervene
Hit me with the DE or the beam
I got the Father
Son and Holy Gh…you right that's
3 Of Them Thangs take a hint fool
"notice" I'm at your door like the rent due
If you wanna bring War to
(water) me keep it bottled up
That's a Flint rule you should've been knew
Every popular name I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation
I line these stars up and show
You what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off
My brother? Why? Cause
I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your house and started cooking
I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
Well let's learn from the best
I'm talkin' A ward, Street Hymns, Saga
You'll never be ranked before us
Why am I giving him a list?
Well his name's Chef
This exactly where I'm suppose
To place my order
They tell me "Oh, no, Loso
We think it's a phase"
I'm enlightening the crowd as they go crazy
They think it's a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen
They thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's really putting on for GA?
Me! Think it's a game
But, you know I stopped all that
Once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why they book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef once
They saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez
You saw me win every battle and knew
You never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart
They ain't even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take
A back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way
Made him step it up
Now everybody thinking that
This guy's special
In other words, all that gore made
(gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high level
But we amazed
How you quick with rhymes and the boy spit
But lately, it's TSA: we skip your lines
And get bored quick boy, I'mma sure pick
You wanna know why the kid
Ain't impress? Prolly cause
You ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking biblical text, five
Loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
And you? Typical? Yes
Every battle you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be letting that trash
Fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop
Don't even have half the stock
Of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what time it
Was once I got the call
I made everybody from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait
That's a popular reference for
The rebuttal king
You know he gonna try to scheme the store
Like, next round he gonna fix
It with a line about
A MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You hear this boy? "Loso
All performance like Hitman
He ain't really spitting no ether"
But why bring up Holla pen?
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux
Gassed up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But, I can care less if your 16's deadly
Mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would
Say something about the Iron Chef
Or how they should've gave me Iron, Chef
But since that ain't it chief
I'm eyeing Chef
You get it? The word "chief" you
Just put an "i" in (iron) "Chef"
Boy try your best
I ain't respecting this bum
Outta all my real homies
You was never the one
Just like a fake friend
They wanna see you doing good
But never better than them
They said it's begun
Am I the nicest Christian?
Well that question is dumb
Mother Teresa got the top spot
Only cause I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund
Every line how you packed heat in
The back street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about
Your rap sheet when
My rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind
That every time I went to Georgia I
Didn't leave until your state was mine
That's why I got charisma
Punches and a flow that's cold
I knew you was gonna lose round 1
I just came here so you
Wouldn't lose your soul

I say the first hurt him but the second
Round set him down when shots hit him
I heard him prayin' over and over
I thought he was Christian
Now I'm on the spot trippin'
He done prayed to God like four times
I'd shoot again but the shot missin'
By the fifth prayer a cap hit his head
I make Salat with him
I got him at gun point
Two burners but don't worry both gon' spray
First the fo' fo' wave then
I aim like Fabolous album
The fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian
Won't get you outta this one
That's a silly move
Nigga always talkin' 'bout "God got him"
Baow, now He really do
War, famine, conquest, death
Some of the things that
The 4 Horsemen symbolize so with them lines
How the fuck that tie
Into y'all Christian God?
Oh, I get it, collecting
Tithes from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are here to destroy
The fuckin' culture ain't no respect
I mean how could I respect frauds
You gotta collect tithes
I can't miss this collect call
I suit up for war
You suit up cause you think the look is good
You read the good book
My niggas gettin' booked for good
Nigga you can't dodge death, it
Ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See bein' hard headed gon'
Get yo' squad stretched
I keep that revolver as close as you
Keep a Bible and the irony
As soon as I let it open you meet God next
See how my mind in a dirty state?
They like, "Trez
You gon' hear Loso with a 38
And give a Christian the best
PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates"
And I say off rip I let the semi blow
It is like TSA I check niggas if
I sense that there's any smoke but yo Smack
You ain't even screened this nigga
You just tryin' to give him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine
That's the difference in stock
You sayin' I lost all my battles on URL
And I won't get to the top
I'm Nino on the roof, all these
Tiers I face but my brother
I'm still the one givin' the shot
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's
See if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop
Both of these are swingin'
First punch killed by the cross
Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming since that's
Somethin' that he believe in
When I was growin' up it was all love
I was screamin' "Fuck Satan"
Then it turned into bein' a
Trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps
Gun blazers ain't have a choice
Cause for no reason niggas will front page ya
So nigga what prayer?
How you gon' save my soul
(sole) when I barely have one
Like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit
Ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin' preachin'
You can't tell them 'bout
Me ain't nothin' secret
But, I'll clutch and squeeze it
Up close and personal with a slug he bleedin'
It spread everywhere, I guess I'm holy now
Cause I'm covered with the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit
Liftin' double arms again
Adam and Eve, no these don't need
That's some retarded shit david and Goliath
Nah for this situation that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this
Cause once he gets split
He'll never be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again
I think like Loso don't know what time it is
I'm an original here, the father in this shit
No lies with this
Oh, no one can beat you but a select few?
I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
Y'all really want God bodied?
Well they had to
Book a nigga that fit in that 5%
They say it's a white
Black and a brown Jesus
Nigga all that let me know is
Y'all never really found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground
Nigga fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis
Think it's a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds
He better be gone in ten tho
(Nintendo) when guns spray pS the 4 wavin'
But, I gotta download for you
To get the update i say my nigga we battled
Some of the same people
But this kid trippin'
They battled me cause of respect
They battled you for a check
That's a big difference it's a beast in you
But, you won't unleash him yet and
That's what you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to
Make them believe in Him
When you need to make 'em believe in you

Now you know neither one of
Us gone lose right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta
I battled in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic first name
I got a Hispanic first name
Santrez we're twins
Aye but where we separate, I
Won't clown you for it
Like you did JC and his dance issues
Went online to said you
Wanna fight Myers cause
Y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't that you and Dan's issue
Boy we had a plan witchu
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz
We were so dominant both conquering
Showing we can get a name
Without a coke sponsorship
Couldn't believe the hype around us
Even tho most doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us
And thought we had a cult following
I was so bothered when Santrez left
I said San
Was a beast, my man in the streets
Had to watch him get 30'd over
And over and just stand in defeat
It's no point for me to
Kill him, Understand what I mean
Sure After Wavy washed you
This is like me bringing San
(Sand) to the beach
What we talking bout, How you aim and bang
"and these cans gon get me awake if
I'm sleeping on you"
Boy it's the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he
A "Monster" with the lamest gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that
"Red Bull" tell 5 our
(Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how
I really got all your mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy
That was me takin' a little
Shot at your gas station
Boy this past hatin'
Aye Smack what you after
Boy? A lght searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you
Trusted in a Pastor, troy
Boy you rappin' noise
Always wanna play the victim of how
You got placed in prison
Well now the father ain't forgive him
Boy you got all these questions and
You just wanna make decisions
You got all these questions for God right?
BOW! Go have a conversation with him
Wait wait wait
I know Twork's over there like
"Man loso's the fakest Christian" no stupid
Can't you see we kind of prayin' different?
I told that man, "Bow
Go have a conversation with him"
Do you even make decisions?
Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow
With your plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay
(saute) cook and knew Chef's career was
A flash in the pan
Boy, I laughed at this man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess
(chest) , and take it out Chess (chest)
I'll put it in Chess
(inches) , and take it out Chess (inches) "
Now I don't play Trez, and I don't
Hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez
That was gay Trez
The hell was going through your
Mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you kick fam'?
Well that ain't it man what would Jesus do?
I'ma (w) rap about it like a wristband
You should've kept it mellow (Melo)
But chose a harder way
(Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie
In a small room
I had to get them Clips Banned
Cause it was weighin' on my goals
Like Shawn in The 6th Man boy!
I will split San' talk like a man lil boy
Ain't no if ands
But this will slowly sink in after
I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know what it is fam'
Let me set the table for Chef cause this
Plate is a course to be told
Stop worryin' if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you still at a fork in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL
Pushin' your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory
But be bragging the most
Only in small leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find
The right recipe for a
Summer Madness or NOME? I know!
You ain't even the real Chef, Deal with it
Lemme make this real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat
And only 20 people in attendance?
You mean to tell me the
Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy chill listen
He hatin' on my rise to the top
And prolly right now he feels dumb
But, it's like the 10 plagues in the Bible
Cause at first blood was in denial
(the Nile)
But I ended it when I had to kill son
I'ma real one
With charisma punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was gonna lose round 2
Don't worry, you not gon' lose your soul

The fact that you think you cause any damage
To me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep takin'
This battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my biggest battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I
Hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never made
A NOME or Summer Madness?
Well let's get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June
I definitely seen summer madness this year
Now let's play Swear To God
Swear To God while I was locked up
You wasn't on Facebook makin' posts
And Swear To God when I
Found out I called you
You wasn't on the phone actin' like a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't almost turn
Your back on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God before
This so it don't even matter i said
"You gon' jump between me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one cause Verb made
The guardian angles duck"
He seen the gun I had and said
"Loso got this one" wait a minute
Wasn't the Bible rewrote multiple times?
And y'all thinkin' that that book true?
Well we had attachments on sub 9's
So shit we even changed how the texts
(TECs) looked too but sometimes
Your God be tryin' to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I shouldn't pull it today"
Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin
(send) " and I did, 'bout six bullets his way
That's one for each day it took while
Your God was inventin' this place
But while He's speakin' I'm
Supposed to listen? Okay
How He gon' control me? Adam and Eve
He couldn't even keep a bitch in her place
My little brother drown
A day later my homie got shot and killed
A few months before big brother
Got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real"
I'm missin' events in the box with chills
Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how
Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child
But your God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and
Give praise 'til my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was fixin' ya life
He was fuckin' mine up
You was in your room thinkin'
Writin' raps in your cell
I was in my room thinkin'
Writin' rap in a cell
You was on Google searchin' Bible
Scriptures trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like
Sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and
Watch these cats get buried fake burners
Bitch I wish the one that
Hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get imaginary then
Baow! Now y'all can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, bitch get sent to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga
A bitch and some more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in
Know you won't get the support he soft
If I spray the religious bitch it
Prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was supposed to battle awhile ago
You had fans thinkin' like
"How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever stop God's plan
Right? So there's nothin' you can
Do to dodge death fuck it, 38 snub
Tell him to try to dodge that
You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens
After the nose blow? God bless!
They say you never lost and I never won
Y'all suckers trippin' me and him
When it come to competition
There's somethin' different
A battled the best in the
World and held my own
You see the fuckin' difference?
You battled decent niggas and it
Be close to an Edge
But oh I get it, the brother Christian
Aye didn't you win a trophy in the UK?
Nigga god damn
You should've brung that to America
Cause at NOME we ain't seen
Much against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu chasin' Twork?
You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these other new
Niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, think I shook his pride
But he ain't gon' look alive
BAOW! Knock off the top of his
Head now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a dark place
I'll spray and have shots hittin' ya girl
After I gun butt ya face
Now you dealin' with judgement day cause
That's the end of your world
That's enough, you can't hand wit' a beast
They call it a pen
It sound like you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian"
I couldn't tell after he got hit
In his brains with the heat
He got his head wrapped
I made the nigga change his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a
Bible? Nigga that is a crook
This ain't a library
Why you tryin' to get a check out a book?
Man time

Now to prepare for this battle, I sat back
And begun to write i knew son was nice
But, I read Luke 8: 17 and remembered
Whatever happens in the dark
Is bound to come to light
Oh you better come to fight
They said "Loso can only beat
Chef Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I don't see how
My savior got two holes through his wrist
One in his feet
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin'
In them three rounds boy this a beat down
You wanna be like Christ on
The Cross then act tougher
The point is I can steal
(still) assist you with boards
Like a stat stuffer
You just started getting views right?
Then why you tryin' to brag brother?
You needed JC for your first mil'
(meal) it's only right I bring
You to your Last Supper
Here's the facts brother
Back then, I was louder with the substance
And 'til this day!
I was wilder with the punches
Aye for months in
I seen that you was barkin' with ya pencil
And San' lot
(Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs)
Take offense (off fence) to wait, wait, wait
Suspenseful?
In round 1, I was too great when I blacked
You got beat before you rapped
Like Blueface on a track this it's wack
Tellin' me that Trez the winner
If that's the case
Why they not messin' with ya?
Cause ya content don't move the
Crowds it's extra filler
You just a different character feeding us the
Same stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best, remember?
Well you gotta learn the difference
That's why I be crematin'
These broke rappers, just so they can earn
(urn) a livin'
You want these worthless digit's?
Life is more than racks in a back
Pack handed in front your peers
Cause when the sky crack
He might shake your hand but He ain't
Giving out Champion Of The Year
Let's make it clear, you don't
Reach for the burner, then hit each witness
Boy if you reach and it's Murda
It's Whiskey Business this risky, listen
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better
Well I'll never
Get checked by a kid even if you try mister
(trimester)
1, 2, 1, 2, I'll get his side severed
Now it's hurting him to laugh
Like Kawhi Lenord giggle
I should've side bet them, but why let up?
Cause when blood don't stop
You gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you gotta see me Twork
You was on the road to success
Until you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, seem weak
But I bet he beat these jerks
A ward talk to him!

Aye bro I would but Norbes said
I gotta do a PG first

A PG? I just wanted you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at NOME?
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are
Dope and displayin' this nice skill
You take a battle cause you're broke
And ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I might feel, like I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy flow
If the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc
(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for
Chef that's a Lazy Susan
Listen, you crazy stupid
If you tyin' to listen to my words
So you can rebuttal it tonight
But, if you really wanna prove my round wrong
Why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
Case and point when you hear bad news you
Grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying
On the phone with bro
See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones
And I know that's not tough
But maybe we'd respect you more
If you weren't glorifying
The life that got my homeboy shot up
You still a little kid Santrez
You think you can go through what we go
Through and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant
He wouldn't last a week with the Saints
It's getting deep in this place
With these battle rappers
And their righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer"
When in reality you just
Didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to question God?
You should've known your mind will ruin it
That's why I don't claim to
Know what God is doing
I just know the God who's doing it
See I'm cool with if
Y'all don't really rock with me or
Don't understand me for being Christian
Cause, I'd rather y'all clown
Me for being godly
Than God damn me for being wicked
This is different
Then that usual punch punch when
You landing a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand before God
And don't get a chance to rebuttal
That's why I came here with charisma
Punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my mans no matter what Trez
But I promise I won't let you lose your soul