URLtv, O-Red, Iron Solomon - Iron Solomon vs. O-Red lyrics

Every battler ain't a rapper
This kind of settin' show if
You can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, Beat headphones
I make the Volume pop only took this battle
Cause Beasley said you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you gotta
Strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block
You trespass and we rock a twat
Catch me in your hood next day
I dare your squad to pop
I comin' back, chopper cocked
Just to show you Heaven is
Real, give Duke one
Then sit him higher than Zion's stock
You thought we was even?
It's over cause niggas
Jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom
I don't give a fuck if we tied or not
(tie the knot) volume 3 comin'
You said Surf was duckin' him
Called out another rapper and didn't
Get neither on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker
Showin' the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga bars cause
You ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You pitiful tryin' to shoot your shot while
You lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ
Are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, this a Kostya
Zab maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo
To box for a Jew to (Judah) drop
I mastered every word
Perfected all of my grammar
When shit get intense
(in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You dyin' in every stanza
I want you to remember the ass
Whoopin' you caught Red handed
It's on camera just for comin' here
With all of them pies tryin' to get off
I aim it at this clip on
Cock it and let a clip off clip slip
He dip I switch and let the spin off
As soon as this Jew booked, tore a
(Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you
Load the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral like
I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the
Cause of this mess
If you got love for Solomon
You better jet or die a horrible death
Cause if I get the urge whoever
Miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW
His vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew
Tongue like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two black Ninas
I'll raise Solomon, King David Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then
I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one
Bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Smith Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play
Makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll
(Packer) spray get back
You'll get boxed with a
Ring like Cassius Clay stiff as a mannequin
When Red ski mask down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin'
This man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef" Aaron (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up
This whole motherfuckin' venue
I'm a wild dude 12 gauge, rock him
(Rakim) , then I 'Pump Up The Volume'
You heard me? Jersey

O-Red's rounds be kinda decent
Then without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents
With the silent treatment
Or your voice crack
And we don't know if you're a woman
Or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer
But be soundin' like some form a trans
Summer Madness 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault
Like you’s protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you battle me
That’ll be a true casualty
All that talking horse shit will get Mr ed
(Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, when did
(winded) this become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke
I just wanna strangle you let's not
(knot) pretend his friends cutting him
Slack is news (noose)
You been given too much rope by
Dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you were the worst
Tsu Surf’s the first
Now choking every other battle’s just
How Nu Jersey Twork’s
You clowns heard me?! How's
Anyone your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang
For ending your round early?
You should be wild worried
You've snapped under less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then
Them African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you
Can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up
Your head up when
You stick your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke
It's cause his admiration made
Him practice for me
The only reason Red capable
(cape a bull) is cause he
Mad adore (matador) me
Red capea bullmatador?! This is no Spain
For charging me in the ring
This'll be where O lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the
Content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these
Accomplishments? There's
Gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these thoughts
Of his on screen
For the people watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now
You can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain
Got him thinkin' he's on my plane
But having a Good Year
Doesn’t launch you beyond the game
What does bein' on SMACK
With that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this
Same spot? It’s all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you claimed? Lost and gained
I’m coming to snatch that belt with the
Money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame
I called your name like you die I’ll
(dial) collect O
You’ll hear Red phone an emergency
Operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly
From buck fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say between cuts
I'm just skit's-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in chips though?
Or let's go half on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green
Who you want dead? I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him soon
As I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the
Hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in
They sites like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest
The truest marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe department
Or the inf’ turn ya to
That logo from the supermarket
Bullseye! You know the bullseye
Logo from the supermarket?
That’s a red dot in the middle of O-Red
You a human Target
The shit I do’s the hardest!
Sound believable too but, I’m lyin'
I don’t got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

Smack! Fuck Aaron
You ain't tough you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look like Kirby? (Why?)
Cause you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas
You 'bout to be dead wit' 'em
I flow with poison, create carnage Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch
When his head drippin' dawg fake
But, I still hear the
Whimpers like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Trippie
Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave
Kirby with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, every bar after that
Was bedridden (bed written)
We're different
But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every
Smack like Aaron black? New machine gun
And a pair of straps when I'm airin' black
That's an MK with the two revolvers
I'm Erron Black! Aaron wack
How you lose every round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith
That nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him well
For battle rappin' to begin
These crackers always want the culture
But they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches
Tryin' to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then they remix it
Speak different like he thee
Victim and we trippin' a classic case of
"What are those?" Sneak dissin'
But speakin' of sneak dissin'
Didn't you wear those when you did
Your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was
Bred with the infrared, i'm torturous
Bird down and give him the
Kicks like he less fortunate
I said he drop I stand over
The body and keep torchin' it
Now this AK'll laid
(accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm scorchin' him
Smack, why the fuck you give
Me this Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better classic
Puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then
I'm airin' on Aaron brother follow me
I'm the one with the stick who airin' brother
The one with the stick who
Airin'- you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit
That's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean
That mean I soak a bitch
I get in close wit' it
Then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in close wit'
It and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm dope wit' it
Baby 380 you gettin' crazy? Then you
Plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot
Y'all get three a piece from the 80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom
You bitches can split the baby ya heard me?
Jersey

It’s kinda hard to believe that all
Them flaws in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn’t solve
Just by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called
That shit doesn’t look good at all
Your gum line remind me of Twork
With his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed"
But they still look like complete shit
You used to have that single out?
Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL versus Hell Rell
I'm gettin' my screw on
They tell him "screw off"
I get double the pussy as you dawg and
They say I don't even have two balls
Which is twice as nuts, I like
To fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip
Than a fire truck
I’ll give yo' wifey the pipe she’ll
Have the time of her life
I will break that box
Down like recycling night
On some passionate shit, it gets passionate
You be on a fashion tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't
Button like how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's
Story described it
How you be blocking the box you
Should have points on your license
We all lose a chance of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up
They gettin' killed like that
It's a guy code, but you don’t know it
Cause you ain’t built like that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes
Then bitched 'bout the time limit's
Turn around, battled Brizz he gets cut off
And you fine with it?
After all the basketball bars you
Spit in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and
You still don’t have no sportsmanship?
Well now you picked the one wrong white
Boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups
Skip through sports bars like a pub crawl
Who’d a thunk I could dribble, pass
Shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one
With everything like a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo caca
We na na believe you rah rah, you too punana
You a cucaracha, me chupacabra
But nah nah in the sauna you marijuana
I can improve on your penmanship
And do it so effortless you never did a bid
You inventin' whole sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince
The world that you hard on the block
Serving up raw or doing dirt in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I
Heard from this fraud
When I hear he works at a
Job as a security guard i CO
(see O) , you a dime dropperloss prevention
Crime stopper
In a parking lot in a marked car
Patrolling with your white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who
You ride fo? What set you with?
You really think we believe you
The blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you bled for it
Then blood’s what you’ll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim
Like Peaky Blinders
Get this pussy poked I really ain’t
The one you should provoke
We can get it shaking with the hands blood
Like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false
Flagging for that extra hype
You see they even lined up Red and
White tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me
However you wanted to paint me
But, I was born as a baby
In New York in the 80’s
Stepping on empty crack viles in every
Park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens
Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that
Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked cops stone cold killers
And dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we
Take the beef over board, and butcher blocks
Y’all should applaud for how
My allegiance to our
Region’s culture is what I'm putting on
Taking O out to show y'all the
Difference between good and God not Jersey

No intro, i kick in ya door and beat your
Mother to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force
No peer pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to
The roof while they all in shock
And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the
Ledge and make his daughter watch
You from the freestyle era, right?
Cool, he goin' off the top
After lettin' ya father down
This'll point and (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas going to watch
So when I take him off the grid
Iron game won't wonder will he whether
(weather) the storm or not
Thought I wouldn't shoot in front of
Yo' lil' bitch ass crew? Nigga Jay-Z baby
This livin' proof that I don't give a
Fuck who up on that roof
I'm still goin' let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate
(Sir or get) punch out the Blue
That's a double punch move
You ain't catch it? Let's review
The first one was all of the
Babies, I said Rumi, Sir, blue
But when B birthed the first
Most thought it wasn't true
Hence the second part, surrogate
(Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang
He ain't even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat
Ain't no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's
Street with an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger
The clip? Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will
Be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just
Stretchin' you for the revenue
Let a Beretta loose
Turn the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you
I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock 40 and they speak
Over your mother's mother
BAOW! Free Millz by the way
My niggas slide, clip will rise
Your center guy gets sent to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum
His inner G (energy) gon' energize
I left that Jew blood on
Another Jew like a genocide
Get a get the synonym exemplify
M body you for the Lion
Kin- that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr jekyll, tell your mister "hide"
(Mr hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron
Then put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at your queen
She your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch
When I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- then I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit
Like Biggie first single
I said I stra da, ah-kla ah-ka
Ma na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas thinkin'
My translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it
In subtitles or somethin'?
I said I'm Strapped In
I'll clap you in a coma madness!
I could snap at any moment
And it's once again I'm here
See the K, like whatcha life like?
Then his pockets get tapped

O-Red rips Iron's shirt iron gets pissed and
They get in each other's face

Then it's Twork's third for Verb
When I'm cockin' the strap
All you see is a hoodie
Drop then the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He know he gettin' murked
There was no other option
I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I ripped your shirt?
I don't give a fuck nigga
It's still murder in the first ya heard me?
Jersey

Smack goes to end the battle since
Iron walked out of the ring
But Iron walks back in wearing a jean jacket

Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu
Surf I just wanted words with you
When you hear from all your operations
Let Solomon get surgical
But something’s weird
Why Rajon always unprepared?
When he need y'all he
Never fucking there like
The right top for the Tupperware w
It’s crazy how y’all ain’t loyal
I guess y’all came from the same soil
Where even the clothing that
Your peoples made for you is just to pray
(prey) on you
If you can’t count on your family
I don’t know what
The sense is I can count on my whole family
Like the census
So if I’m caught in a bad position my
Trust falls on a gang of henchman
Who raise arms to get my back
So it won’t be y’all that catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and
Angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan
I’ll literally body language
Turn Verb from meat into
Something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in
Dirt to feed the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams
Ladies time to be a man
Jump inside the ring and dance or
Quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded with
An Iron on your hands
All that GOAT talk you heard
(herd’ll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a piece of your brain
Out and fry it in a pan
Then I’m chewing through Jersey like
I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in
A vegetative state
Yeah! Jean jacket shit let's go!
And I could do it dolo too
Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll
With you than bowlin' shoes
I step in the game
You get X'd from the frame
Nobody spared when I strike take all
The pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter
Said "good riddance (writtens) " to Writers
I’ll rap circles 'round the zeros
O spit's with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on
Fire without a single survivor
Meanin' I’m sinking entire cruise
(crews) and that’s just the tip of
The iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a monumental spot
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore
I’m already ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore
I’m already a head of rock
One of the only forefathers
(four fathers) still setting
Precedence (presidents) y’all will never top
And ain’t peaked yet
You peeped it? You blind if you don’t see
You saw what happened when you put
NOME together with No Me you know me
I woulda pushed the mute
Button on Surf’s tongue
If you think we need to see
Sub Titles then you’re dumb
Listen, fuck what you heard son
I was so deaf verse Rum on the first one
The SMACK Volumes got turnt up
Just when you thought I
Wasn’t doing nothin' impressive after that
The blind dumb and the def
Have come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters
I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
Cause, I'm so elite with the subject
Matter not even my subject matters
What I mean is, Red
The right’ll pound you til something
Ain’t right about you
And I don’t have to write about you to
Snatch your soul right up out you
SMACK, I’m with ALL the smoke
You know I'm ready once you pay me
You can’t catch the kid nappin'
(kidnapping) I’ll take anybody baby
I’m just lettin' 'em toss U’s at
Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles
(polls)? They all lose
I already reached the top and I
Don’t feel I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers
I’m taking Beasley’s spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's ugly
I was chewing through Pit's of
Your Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you
Will never be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me
Cause they protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not
Gon’ let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades
If the weaponry is rusty i will sock a
(soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly
O-Red the people love me when I’m dead
They gon’ bury me with Nefertiti’s mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies
Named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a
Pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause, I’m a letter in on
A secret he ain’t know
I’m a spell it out for you
Read these names slow
T Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great foes
And when I knock out Red, that’s a T, K, O
Jean jacket shit!