URLtv, K-Shine, Chilla Jones - Chilla Jones vs. K-Shine lyrics

Guard your chin, Chilla
They done threw you in a fire let's be frank
It’s gon' look like they usin' a garden
Tool when they make yo’ grave
Nothin' but dirt for these
Benchwarmers like David wait every book
I leave with a cut and we ain't playin' games
So if he don't wanna be pourin' out liquor
He better save his Ace wait! I said
"Garden tool" "David" "Cut" "Save ya Ace!"
There I go, bein' just like you
Takin' all day to call a spade a spade!
That was really all spades and
He think I’m hеre talkin’
But, I also said "every book" lеt's go
Boston!
K-Shine again? Yup! I’m here for the cheese!
Plus I dunno how long this Caffeine finna be
But when you think about
This shit is just like my heat
You would think I'd want to kick back in


(and) Chill' i been workin' all week
And I’m 'bout to make a ho
Shift like a insecure bitch
Boy, I ain't got not picks
Y'all thought he was a fluke, like
"He just had Pat! He gon' slip!" no, bitch!
Under Armour! It's about to get dark for you
(U) you ain't seen me upstairs with
An addict? Hey Arnold's room!
That was only a fiend!
It's 'bout to be Stay and Chill at that
Gravesite like Will Smith havin' that dream!
Love it or not! I had to bring that box in
Jones y'all musta forgot!
Hey, Pat! I'm still buggin'!
Hair trigger! This the chill button!
Leave him paralyzed
Shaquille O'Neal: feel (Phil) nothin'!
You ain't see what I had to do
To Stay like my chick fussin'?
And now, mall cops I'm still (steal) huntin'
Kingpen? Accordin' to who?
My Spidey Senses say this won't be the first
Time we seen a Kingpen in a suit
Nigga, Champion couldn't change what I do in
This ring I been in the mood
Only battle I lost was the
Versus battle with DNA
But then, I still feel like Cam'Ron
'cause Jonesthis is (disses) for you!
You gettin' wit' who!?
Mr stiller: I'm a vet and been in the zoo!
I get him killed! Hollows get him filled!
You think I play too much
Don't know when to chill
You better chill, Chill, or get chill-pilled
That Benadryl drug dealer Pontiac like Ill
Will and itchin' ear
What's the test? Drip in the arm Enfamil!
This gon' be with Stay and Chill till
The end like a gen' reveal
What it is? Boy or girl? I had 'em both
Nigga, you had a science class!
I had a scope! And you still not up with
The stars! You gotta go!
You gon' need you a chupacabra!
You got a GOAT!
Nigga, I ain't let that cracker
Smile! I'm not a joke!
Nigga, I don't mean to burst your
Bubble! I got a coat! Is this a hoax?
I put Pat in (patent) leather
And y'all give me the nigga
With the leather mask?
And you had the vest up?
Fuck you thought, you was Eddie Murphy
Nigga?
Now, it's the stand-up with the Heckler!
Time and time again! You'd think
These niggas get the message!
Nikki Parker! He shoulda
Learned somethin' instead
Of tryna get the professor!
I finally figured out what you be doin'
Creatin' set-upsYou Yoncé in the
Magazine: bein' extra! Push a button
Bitch! Get straight to it! Be Alexa!
I done been a thousand places without
The gas this a Tesla!
You know why I go so hard? Lemme keep
It a hunnid this shit became a blessin'
Cases after cases, that shit became a method
Like, even when I did everything right
I got detectives
Ain't it crazy? Hey! I could tell you this
Whole story without a error
But got corrections! I be stress!
It's only one thing that be wildin' me out
Cause how the Blood B Dot do
A whole Martin scheme versus Jerome
Never mentioned none of the cap
Comin' outta ya mouth! Roundbig Dawg
K-Shine starts getting his microphone fixed

If this was on the big stage, you coulda won
Cause that's where you've best but
Laughs Welcome to the Matrix, Shine!
You think that's air you breathin'
Now? You gon' be upset
See, I'm the one doin' numbers on the screen

Matter fact, i should fire on himVery
Convenient he looks comfortable
With a nigga puttin' a wire on you!

If this was on the big stage, you coulda won
Cause that's where you've best but
Welcome to the Matrix, Shine!
You think that's air you breathin'
Now? You gon' be upset
See, I'm the one doin' numbers on the screen
Didn't take me at NOME and now
You want wreck
It's funny that you switched 'cause
I've seen cyphers kill you
And you dead if I pull a plug next
Fuck a slug fest!
Welcome to the Matrix! Your time's endin'
You just spoon feed 'em light-ass
Punches ya guys lendin'
But when I write, shit, every line trendin'
Cause with me? Shit
There is no spoon my shit is mind-bendin'!
Welcome to the Matrix! You know I'm on "Go"
Fam so I ain't give you a
Choice: I'm peelin' both hands
He the Blood who move around all
Crazy just for the slow fans
This bitch in red? Just a
Distraction get with the programme!
Welcome to the Matrix! This
Heckler already cocked i'm Neo in a hallway
Puttin' five in front of every shot
The heavy Glock, the forty'll stretch you
Or I'ma catch a body off
The copper like Morpheous rescue
Lemme flip that!
This is perfection that you hear
You battle rap's best performer
Could teach a lesson to your peers
But have you ever seen Morpheous glasses?
I mean, your style's a reflection of it clear
Cause yeah, it look good on the lens
It just got no connection to the ears!
Nigga, welcome to the Matrix
Bitch! You made ya pick
I'm just goin' from one body to the next boy
I'm Agent Smith! But let's make a switch
'cause it's probably time
I can't tell you how this gon' play out
Shit, I just know I got a cocky mind
You ever seen The Matrix 3
When Neo couldn't see
And he was wishin' he could not be blind?
That's how I feel and just like in the movie
Shit, I'm still seein' a body, Shine!
It's time! What up, big dawg? Roof!
Nigga, you 5'5" with a complex!
Called out Conceited for years
He was beyond vexed
You wanted him to give you
That shot he told you, "Not yet"
But there's a message in a bullet:
Don't take it outta context! A bomb threat!
I ride out with the Heckler
Slide up like a dancer
You'll slide out on a stretcher
You battled Ars and felt pressure
Shit, he almost made you change flags
Darrell took you off track like a train crash
All y'all gon' hear is how
Chilla let the thang blast
And blew Shine through the
Window stained glass!
You gon' say the same trash as the rest
How I love schemes, how I'm "boring"
King Of The Dot shit
You'll probably bring up Cream!
Lies about my personal life
The truth is unseen
It's room service: soon as it checks out
You better come clean!
One beam doin' damage with Shine
Then raise on his skin
Nigga, you shoulda packed
Sunscreen! I'm mean! Get your bars up, boy!
You better call Verizon
Write what I want with no
Permission I'm an authorizin'
Talkin' 'bout you movin' white oh
You colonizin'? Spineshot! Taken a back but
It's not surprisin'
I caught him drivin' when he posted a pic
A Mercedes I'm goin' crazy if
I'm holdin' a grip if it's a CL I see K
Drivin' chk-chk! the toaster'll click
If Shine in the car
He need armor all over his shit!
I'm leavin' blood all over his whip!
When the 9 pop
Three good rounds! Cops couldn't
Find a dry spot but, I'm a square with a
Stick like a fly-swat
Double dare me this big
Nose'll make Slime drop!
Salute to everyone from Harlem
On this live watch
But this a Bronx tale: I gotta
Go and get Shine boxed!
You mighta battled dudes who sound like me
But, you ain't never stood in front
Of three rounds like these

Yo, I liked that freestyle
Bro!That rebuttal?
That shit was nice!Been in interrogations
No wiresI
Never told in my lifeAnd if you ever
Try to say that shit again, we gon' fight!
But this is
Not to change the subject but the L
Is gon' be in black and white
Now, your clothin' says "The Subject" and
It's all in black and wh!

Ayo, you know what? You about to be late
But, if this puncture
You'll be on a different type of time
I'd rather put my hands
Together for the twelve
Ayy, though, clockin' Chill
Ticked off "Don't roll i!"
You watchin', Chill? Give a Mill a second
K-Shine makes gun fingers at
His wrist Pff! Pff!
Pff! Pff! I was just killin' time
Wait until I see Daylyt but unfortunately
It's night time for you
Let's get it shakin' like it's on
A wall with a loose screw
Bird out! Boy, I'm finna go cuckoo!
Scope! I can see the same hands
For miles like a barbershop
That's the thing about life: it's all
'bout to be outta pocket watch!
No peasants! Our glasses for the winners!
Toast to somethin' but these arms
Only for the spinners! DNA say
It's time I get back in my old, shady ways
Creepin' through the hospital why?
When I could have 'im on a doc on the news
Wasted? And motherfuckers act like they
Forgot about Dre? Clear ya schedule! Boy
You goin' out for the count
Off ya flow then it's not in this round
Ain't this digital? I hope he got more
Than just two points in the middle
Tick-tock, my clock is off the wall! You
Gon' need more than just a riddle!
You'll get a! Pace yaself!
Thirty in the SIG! Break yaself!
Leavin' Chill with the chill gasp
You can't shake yaself! Oh, it's time!
I seen a doorknob and say, "Lemme get a turn"
This shit is off the chain
He like the floor: rrt rrt squeakin'!
I hear the gasp breathin'
Back against the wall, creepin'
Guess who's in the bed, sleepin'
Pro Tools in the red, peakin'
On the strong side but heard a
High pitch on the weekend i'm 'bout to peel
Who is this goof in the bed? I heard a
"Chill!" beam him!
You ain't even peep it!
I was schemin' while I was schemin'!
You probably think that's dumb weird
But, you still don't even see
Why I'm I'm upstairs! Kickin' chairs!
Chrome with the handle off, spin
Knock his brain on the
Stove from the bannister
He still goin' up this shit is dumb weird
Oh, I think I know where you headed you upst!
What do you expect? Fuckin' with
The devil of this shit
The Kingpen? Sweet! It's a whole
New level to this shit feel the impact!
SIG Sauer or lettin' ten clap
And the counter clockwise! We gon' spin back!
Big facts! Really put you in a suit!
I had you lookin' at the
Doctor strange 'cause this time
You ain't in the loop!
No NWX, no gas, no extra help
Stop watchin' me do this
Watch shit protec' yaself!
You're gettin' smoked! Turnin' ya man zaza
Headshot! I'm talkin' all your marbles
In a hole mancala!
I got the scoop! You better get
Him to the other side
My first greater you outta line, Denzel
You outta! Are you surprised?
I was like a reaper with that clock shit
What you expect from your father? Time!

"Chilla" that, "Jerome" this
Everybody got a name to flip
I'm the reason they doubt the
God and everybody turned atheist
Don't I know you from somewhere?
I mean, I swear you got a name in this
I know for sure I seen this
Cat before this a Matrix glitch!
You animated like that cartoon the Tasmanian!
Cause all of the time, you spinnin' around
Not sayin' shit! Basic shit!
Oh, you the nigga with the street talk
You a Blood but to win a fuckin' battle
You would C-walk
All these new niggas thinkin' they the
Shit and this is P fault
Wait! That's his motherfuckin' name!
This is Default! What up, fam?
I see you out here, tryna get a name
But, you should be tryna brand yourself
Instead, you tryna rep a gang
You should be writin' extra rounds
Instead, you came with extra chains
Usin' gimmicks to boost ya image thinkin'
It'll put you next to fame
So whether big stage or little stage
Everything's the effin' same screamin' out
"Headshot!" whenever ya weapon bang
More focused on 'em dance moves than whether
Or not what you said is flames
And that's why your name is Default
You can't adjust when the settings change
Nigga, eff a gang!
You don't need a fuckin' spokesman to rap
Saga left NWX and got on his
First NOME for a match
Big T left NWX and lost mostly
Every roll of his fat
I love Writer's Bloque but holdin' 'em down
Is exactly what was holdin' me back
Homie, it's wack!
You gon' regret it and realize
The X ended you
I'm just expressin' my experience
Fuck the welcome they extended you
This what the X tended to?
I got somethin' extended, too!
Fifty in the clip you niggas is expendable!
Get rid of you with chestshots when tres bang
He'll go from NWX gasp to Cave Gang!
I don't play games!
You gon' die and get a solo plot
Hand on the canon and waitin' on a photo op
But fuck a photoshoot! You
Get your photo shot
Nigga, the fo'-fo' pop so Mr
Cool better shake it fast
I'm fully loaded so no sweat
I can make it last
Legshot! They gotta amputate his calf
Well, let's see if his face hold
Up like a Jason mask i hate his ass!
Oh, you think bringin' up the vest is legit?
Cause you've dressed fresh to
Death in this bitch tEC to ya lips
Before you think twice, ya head'll get split
My expert opinion: I'll put ya knowledge
Right next to ya fit!
Fuck every star in the X
On some Confederate shit
I'm push ya melon in so bad, boy
Your complexion'll switch
The lesson is this!
All them type of bars is easy
You gotta come with balance
Otherwise, you just a porn
Star fuck ya talents!
Get low with the ratchet! Do
The Buss It Challenge!
You would be dope with a
Little more substance added!
Stop fuckin' actin' like this
Battle's so unimportant
Agent 47 Hitman did a number on him!
A couple thirty-point games
You think he fuckin' Jordan!
Chilla got lines on the low!
Who said I'm under-scorin'?
I'm comin' for him 'cause
I'm crazy and mental
Bardashian: I'm just talkin' Jaz and Casey
O'fficial but what's the issue?
Even comin' for my "nerd ass" burst fast!
Wet you with the Eagle it's a bird bath!
And if I take off
It's curtains for you like first class!
Chilla got the X in his sights
It's like a Purge mask!
All you niggas dirt bags!
Already beat two X niggas and now I'm
At ya neck like a shirt tag
You gon' get hurt bad!
I'm flexin' when the clip load
Two girls and one cup
Shine it's 'bout to be a shit'show
They say I been a bit
Cold whoa! Don't even trip, bro
I'ma two-one
Three oh Five and leave a Zip cold
He ain't as dope as he appears, believe me
Screamin' bullshit in a nigga ear is easy!

Ayo! This shit you had the people
In the event so suspenseful
You said I just couldn't
Adjust in the settings?
You just wasn't on the main menu

Rusty that'll slide y'all cheek
I hope Chill with the smoke five-star suite!
Mind on D i'm thinkin'
"Leave Chill dead in the pool"
Like he tried to line i heard, "Chill
You just won!" That shit had
Me tryna find my piece
But my man got the grip!
KKK you gon' think the Klan sponsors this!
Rusty 38 see the hand on the hip!
Rockin' this shit like a vampire fit
You suck next! Fingers in ear upset!
Mugshot then boom air in the sus pecs!
I'm what the fuck flex!
Hot 9 with a drum set!
"I think we need to see
Other people" dump TECs!
For the record, if your
Picture's on the wall, it's one step
Red light and it's on air you goin' up next!
You just annoyin' like fast
Food with no napkins
Another fruit with no passion
Dome-slash him! No cappin'!
Old Magnum!
FN censor across your screen closed caption!
From first down to the dug out Bo Jackson!
Look a little puffy in the face
Tell Daylyt I'm a pro, active!
And it's proactive i got this busta
Big chop! Leave a sucker
Ghost when I'm twirlin'
Can't nobody save you, not even the staff
It could be you, P, and
Openin' up in Jones' crib like girlfriends
Pair of twins!
Think quick, sugar! It's a Harlem night
You look like a dyke how could you call this
St-st-stutter "Champ" when
He jankin' in all his fights? You a rookie!
Fake sick you playin' hooky
What you say, lady? Son Shine?
You ain't that good, pussy!
This is heroin! I don't care what you feel
Can't tone it down it's a bad stack
Phil Cantone?
Yeah! Only way you say is in a vault!
Say yo' last breath!
I write greater and I fight greater
Roll up more than white papers nice laser!
Colorful rounds they Life Savers!
I might be the greatest!
Like, hand me my payments
With a lotta floss! I'm a star! I make 'em
Pay for this electricity
And they got a higher power God!
Wait, that's crazy because if you get to
A higher power then that's God
But, if you pay for this electricity it's
Like I'm the hired power! God!
But, if you pay for electricity
It's like you actually hired power! God!
See? Electricity! Every line!
Higher power! God!
What? What's your religion?
Am I trippin' or every time you rap
You show us that you Christian?
It's just like a Christian to not know
A nigga and say 'cause he gangbang
He need to change
It's just like a Christian to praise God
But then say my name in vain
It's just like a Christian to run arou
"Oh, he ain't the horseman! Why
You keep callin' him Christian?"
I'll explain his baptism
'member? When he gave it all up for
JC? You ain't never been the same!
You changed for the worse!
You ass! Maybe worse!
You past ass! You dirt!
Only reason why I got in this
Bag was for the purse!
Daylyt, I'll see you soon!
The saga continues, jerks!

This round is brought to
You my Haymaker Cannabis
Man, they be hittin' me with packs so cheat
I just figured I would shout them niggas out
While I'm smokin' on this SMACK OG!
Y'all know me!
Through the politics, Chilla ain't fold
Fifteen years, you been in this shit
It don't bother you these niggas ain't sold?
You use your performance to convince
Us certain spitters ain't cold
That's why the name "Shine" is perfect
Cause everything that glitters ain't gold
See how shit became old?
Entertaining but it was aging
Your performance been amazing
But, your pen been in different phases
First, you sounded like Rex you know
How your voice inflects to switchin' paces
Then, it was DNA punches
With the wordplay interchangin' and now
You soundin' like Twork in your delivery
How you hit your cadence
But, your performance is kneeled down
So in the ring, it's engaging
But, your style is meant for stages
Not for rooms like this, bro!
But, you been on the ball, Shine! Well
Let's see how dis go! He switch flows!
Quick to slow just to blind men
Then pause right before the punchline
Just to time when
It ain't even what he say it's how
He say it when the rhyme end
It's theatrics! All this actin' make
Us overlook Shine pen!
But in front of Davone pen!
Boy, I really hope you heed advice
Cause if Lyt is who you
Chasin' for a battle, bro
You need to write! You see how he moved Roc
For his comeback? Jesus Christ!
Your name "Shine" but I don't think you
Can rap at the speed of Lyt!
See, he was hype! Like, "Chilla
You got a good chance of beatin' K"
I said, "I'ma black
Lyt shine seen me lightin' up DNA" but ayy!
You did beat Pat Stay! But do you think that
Motherfucker was focused? I mean
He didn't show up to the
Face-off and he under-promoted
You had some fuckin' approaches
But it was TSA cause you got Pat down but
We ain't find nothin' explosive!
And he told us you not a legend!
How dare he make them facts public?
Cause when you get offered to
Con, Hollow and Lyt, them cats dub it
So you chose me hopin' the league
Gives you somethin' back from it
Now, you dyin' to volunteer just to make
It to Pat summit but fuck it!
At least you always get gassed by the fans
I'm cookin' Shine: he ain't nothin' but a
Flash in a pan but damn!
How many years? Fifteen
K? I think it's 'bout time for a pension
But, I never needed a clique how
We rhyme is the difference
Cause whether Dot Mobb or the X
You always ridin' with henchmen
And when you writin' a sentence
You always gettin' help from ya circle
Like it's some type intervention
So before you even mention King Of The Dot
Or they get any type of a mention
I got a jewel for you: how the fuck
Can you ever talk about a chain
If we ain't never seen Shine independent?
You can't even try and defend it
You took Professor Shine from Mook!
You never had that thought in mind
I mean, it's not a crime
We just know you do it all the time
You went from tryna graze anatomy
To usin' science to make stronger lines
This how you get away with murder?
Shit, it's still a Scandal knowin'
Mook gave Shine da rhymes!
I'm beyond ya prime!
Beat every pen it's only Lux left
I proved I was ill versus Sikh
So why the Blood test?
I'm ten toes down in this
Lane like a jump step
All over yo' bitch ass like a sundress
He be dumb stressed in Cali
Seein' his foes lurk
Now, you just buryin' yaself in ya own dirt
Glock came with tech support this
How the chrome work
Go from 5'5" to six feet it's a growth spurt!
This shoulda been on NOME first you
Woulda had a hard time
Cause, I'da been in beast mode and
Threw you in the marsh, shine
You on ya job part-time
What's all the fakin' 'bout?
My Crip niggas wanna see K get taken out
So I'ma make it count oh, yeah!
You got the right nigga
It's gettin' dark I'm shinin' down on
Shine it's like a light-dimmer!
I'm nice, nigga!
Shit, I could battle by my damn lonely
Ask JB: I'm a one man band, homie!
See the machine ice Shine it's a zamboni!
I'll let a rocket nix son Mike D'Antoni!
Homie, the shotgun dump then the can shootin'
For the Glock twelve like Cam Newton
I'm puttin' Blood in a
Bag it's a transfusion!
And after that, Shine's through translucent!
This man losin'! I'm provin' he was way off
I just knocked K off
Now, where the fuck is Chaos?
Hard work pays off!
And that's why you losin' now
Against Mr jumped To Top Tier
From The Provin' Grounds