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

Yo, I say, you know neither one of us gon'
Lose right? We both gon' win
I mean, you’ll battle anybody, I’ll battle
Anybody, you back on Smack
I'm back on Smack, you Writers
Bloque, I'm Writers Bloque nigga, we twins!
But where we separate, I won't clown you for
And that's your dance issues
Nigga, the revolver got a spin with a
Kick: I'm tryna dance with you!
We was raised different
The shit we go through day to day different
God told you get baptized, he told
Me to get a gun, we was saved different
A savage, I am one
Young hothead with a handgun send him to God
He'll be facing the light like Mike
P with the man bun you want war, hell
I'm at his whip when he with
His gang 'bout to spark shells
But y'all snitches
So y'all can get beheaded if
Anyone in that car tell (cartel)
How he a killer? If he
Don't play his part well
You don't hold weight on either
Side: you not a barbell
You had nothing to market, no brand
As far as writing good, what have you done
J? Nothin'! But, I got known off of
Branding like DeAndre dunkin'
And I see how niggas like "ehhh"
I'm kinda cool with it
Like y'all ain't really see how I’m going off
Like mid-round rebuttals
I can do this shit 'cause I’m showing off
Like, ain't Saga a Christian? So hold on
To that 'cause y'all believe he beastin'
But any nigga with him
They’ll get popped if they think he decent
Like I make a mess in front
Of JC's mans on stage that's Tink tha Demon!
But, you say a Stephen
Curry bar every battle
That shit not working
You never switch it up
THAT'S why they criticize the form
When the shot perfect!
But they put a battery in your back
Like they tryna get the clock workin'
Well, I'm Glock-squirtin'
I got money and guns a band and a
(bandana) nose ringin': it's the 'Pac version
You want me to put your spine in front of you
And send you back to the future
When shots pourin' from the ratchet?
Or you wanna get your body stretched from
The arm when I clap it?

Or right before you start dancin'
Tilt your head with a cap and
Put four in your basket?
That's three options, you can get it
Like Michael, J that's Fox, Jordan
Or Jackson!
I proved I can hang here a few times
You didn't
And everybody saying crack the reason
Yung Ill ain't been back
Well it's a few victims
'Cause, I still haven't forgot how
Roc had you missin'
I mean we all seen it, they
Dropped you from the league
I know you gotta care
It was like the biblical days
When Jesus got stones
Threw at him, ‘cause the second JC saw Roc
He was outta there!
Smack gon' get this bastard murked
See my last bout? Well, I'mma drag him worse
Clip pop, shit still leakin out
After the kid drop, it's after-birth
I'll drag him to the middle of
His city while he dead
That's how a savage work
All you gon' here about is JC
Dyin' like a Baptist church!
Free the homie NHB Mills!
I'm sure that's how you feel, of course
Bro be behind you every battle
Giving you real support that's my bro too
So I scream "Free Mills!" before
I spark a shot
Then release the mil' like bro
Got his charges dropped
Personally I don't give a fuck
About Julian or any Carter
I had a truth by me
He the size of Blue Ivy: just a mini Carter
He don't bear shit or be with bears, bitch
Who you tryna convince you a grizzly
Carter? I'll have 30 niggas pistol-whip you
Like 30 9's
(39th) press a dent (president) in your
Shit: now you Jimmy Carter
You battle with random niggas and vets
I even seen you flowin' in the Cage
But, your career was at a standstill
You wasn't getting closer to the greats
'Til you joined the Bloque
Now you Super Mario, now notice he relates
He must have been on 'shrooms
Jumping to the Bloque
'cause now we see him growing on the stage!
You went to war with a few members
But now it's my turn to get you
But, you coming back
So they say it's a lesson
I'mma learn against you
Well, did the sky crack? Did he
Come here on a white horse?
Did the trumpets go off? Did the
Fire burn and hit you? No? So
How the fuck is JC's return official!?
I got gifted ways
But a lot of the shit I've
Seen let the kid rage
So be a killer or get killed but
You still got to pick a way
So mask up, get a blade or grip the spray
Be equipped with Ks, it's just advice
Either he can purge or he lying
After the fifth get raised!
I bring BL4 back to life
Just to show you how
You could get slaughtered
We don't see the franchise you built:
You'll never make it in Brooklyn, carter!

All right, y'all ready?
"Well, well, wellwelcome back, JC!"
So URL need a nigga that’ll
Actually stack some bodies
But that's me nigga but a team member
Well I'll have to stash it probably
Which is fine but
Get in line while I thrash the body
And make it the worst shit to respond to
Allen Iverson, tyronn Lue: it's gon' be one
Step past a body!
Niggas couldn't hold half my spot
Ask the Bloque! Niggas ask for shots
Then they turn they back so that gets shot!
Nigga, ask the docs about the
Patients I left ‘em
And I won't quit yet, I got more clips left
And the cap'll swallow his head
Like the old Dipset i'm in a class by myself
Why acknowledge me?
Ain't no trying stopping me
They just dying watching me
Crew's at the top of it like Scientology!
Now y'all think I believe
In every battle I've had
My opponents is the ones that
Really got the heaters
Oh, but soon as I rap
That's when the room turn into non-believers
Them same niggas probably think ‘Bron
Really drive a Kia
Trez, you do know them slum-slums Ill
Will got famous for rapping 'bout
Where I was born and raised
Nothing these niggas rap about
Get the boy amazed if we approach you
Just stand your groundthe Florida way!
And it's too late to jump
Ship when the 40 rain
'Cause we lifting whole arcs up, for 40 days
And the kid own it, with different joints
And like when you hit Hogan - well
You get the point! The clips loaded
Metal swinging like hypnosis
Get focused, ain't no over heads
It's point-blank range
Bitch! You know he dead
They called you the Chef
But they read you wrong
You would blow the lead before you blow
The lead, and you know it, trez!
But, it's fine

You can go ‘round with Saga if you
Think prayer is enough to protect us
I'm from the hood! I know comedians ain't
The only niggas that run into hecklers
So be smart tonight
Don't mention the Bloque
And won't none of the homies aid you
They didn't have to promise me
It's Sean Connery: the bond is just
Too old to save you!
And if he don't step down
We take the whole set down
Kick the door in, hit the vault
Quicker than a Cortez round!
I left bodies on this
Road that I've travelled
I just slump another, then slump another!
No fucking wonder!
Dawg got drive like Dumb and Dumber!
If you got any threat, save it
Your next statement might not even
Make the arrest papers
It's nickel around that 9, the tech plated
Ain't no life flashing, it's life-snatching
That bitch beautifuland breathtaking!
Say what you want
But ain't nobody ran in my spot ever
And they won't, I hold that strap
I'll sit a nigga in front of God
In that masklike he Kodak Black!
It's body bags at every battle
Make sure your homies found one
But do not jump in that bitch
Yet 'cause it's only Round 1!

Y'all niggas love this
Little short motherfucker
When he spit his raps
And he Writers Bloque, he kinda cold
I ain't even gon' say the nigga wack
But, see, I did grow up in the slum-slums
And nigga you not that crazy
It is Kodak Black, too
Every round over the head coming
From a project baby! I swear to God I was
Only gon' have one rebuttal
But y'all wanna see a dummy get murked
I mean for that bull it's crazy
How I can put money
On his head and then have money on his shirt
Nigga I'm giving you that work
Nigga I don't know
Last battle I had P in all
Red nigga that's Smack shirt i peeped it
You try hard to make 'em believe in
What you say you gon' do
Well I say what it is
Point blank period bitch
You can take it how you want to
You have no stripes, no muscle on the Bloque
This fake a sucker
You a grown man in a child's body, little man
What you weighin', brother?
I'mma make a big statement
Get outta place and your shit breaking
You don't gotta have a piece of facial
Hair to get a quick shaving
I can cut both of your sides and then fade it
Or slice your dome and have your wig hanging
On the other side like the Temptations
You out of your element
This not what you was made for
Tell yourself focus, Smack finessed you
Brung you closer to death too
It seems like a Shell motor
But now the shit peaches and
Cream: 112 wrote it!
They got Jackson playing Carter
Like Samuel L coaching
But not only that was a JC flip
Jackson, Carter: see, it’s still a JC flip!
And niggas telling me I look like dude from
Friday that pulled Ezel out the store
So y’all wanna play now
Well, if it's true, he'll get it like Ezel
'Cause once he slip up
I'mma make him take this 40 on the way out
Now look at me, then look at you
You just half the man

I have a plan, grab the can if he rush ours
It'll kick in front of
Carter like Jackie Chan
But not only was that a JC flip jackie Chan
Jackie Carter: it’s still a JC flip!
This nigga wack, you not gon' win two rounds
Yeah all them cats love you
But he tryna sham God
So even if I start losing a round
I'll snatch it back from you
If you ask about the shit he
Rapping 'bout he change the subject
I got Writers Bloque, my gang is coming
Empire Mongols, my Genghis coming
And you'll get a limp chopped
For the green: yeah, the gang’ is coming!
Then give him writer's block
Baow! He won't think of nothing
You out here judging careers, just 'cause
Tryna belittle people like your shit dope
Besides jacking crazy bars
You ain't shit though
Julian Carter jeopardizing his crew
Y'all can get split if clips blow
JC gon' be the reason shit
Get separated: that's Jim Crow
But not only was that a JC flip
Judging careers, just 'cause, jacking
Crazy, jeopardizing crew
Jim Crowthose are JC flips!
I'm not scared of J
You really not too threatening now
Me taking a L? No, I refuse
Aye, anybody thinking otherwise can
Dead it now
Wait, J-U-L-IA-Nsee, the Chef is wilding
Just like that setup
I can blow him to pieces
And have Julian spreaded out
You dying, sucker
See how my lines structured?
My mind gutter, nines touch ya’
Since JC is God son
His background get blew like Nas cover!
And niggas telling me he too nice
Like rebuttals won't work at all this time
Well, if the first gun butt don't work
I'll do it again
And the re-butt’ll do the job this time!
Time, man!

It's really hard for me to
Adjust to this new generation
No lie, it's like they move strange
They would rather wear diamonds
Holding loose change as far as jewelry
My only concern is the food chain
And y'all on it
It's too easy for me to target what's necks
Nigga all of you next
And you gotta be ready to die over them words
So don't talk me to death
They might not know you scared, Trezbut I do!
Oh, and you gon' show it
'Cause that last round was not enough
My niggaand we both know it
You wanna battle rap till you die? Fine!
Your career might benefit you in a box
But it ain't your sizeso they might have to
Bend to fit you in a box!
You're not a killer, my nigga
Neither is Denzel Washington
Y'all just act really well
We jump different hurdles
You a ninja turtle: I drop a band
And a head get wrapped with a shell!
It's way different when I rap, nigga
They don't call me "the man" for nothing
I mean, I don't joke with niggas
It's not poker, nigga
Butyou could lose a hand for bluffing
‘Cause everybody knows taking me is
A disaster and shit
But do the math: you should know you gon’
Get punched when you ask for the shit!
And it'll be nothing else in
Your path this exciting, god pen
But the Devil in me grabbing the iron and
Hey, these’ll get to cracking like
Clash of the Titans
I don't know about y'all niggas but me
See I love doubt
Squeeze and leave a lung out
This appear in the ring like
The genie on Punch-Out! Nigga, bring troops
The four sing n’ rain like R&B groups
I'm smoother rhyming with the
Punch than Dolomite but the punch hit you
Like the bowl was spiked
Let me explain to y'all why
Niggas is starting to
Think 4 bar setups not even nice at all
It's 'cause you always telegraph the
Punch like…"It's right here, y'all"
That shit worse than handing your playbook to
The defense before you hike the ball
Piece of advice: don't let your crew amp you
I got a new handle
And y'all gon' see a nigga end 'em
All with the trey like food samples
I can stand with my hands

Behind my back, rap
And still get a reaction
Pretending you had balls in your
Hand was your biggest reaction!
And you niggas reacted
But don't worry though, ‘cause I'm back
And I'mma make y'all hate it
This is not a situation y'all safe with
Hollows loaded in front of
Me like I'm Arsonal
But, I'mma make y'all take 'em
A buck at a time like a Ray Charles payment
But, if he not home, we coming for you later
Doomsday ya’
All through the crib with the trey
Like the butler in Tomb Raider
Nigga you rap and I rap but
We at a great length apart like you study
But game tapes can't prepare you
For the mental part
Like how could I have left
Come back years later and some
Of these niggas favorite still
That's 'cause I aim to kill
My advice: make a will
Before Jesus take the wheel
Forewarning, don't be surprised at the sound
Of the fifth when it clap
Or try to whisper to Smack like
"How he get in with that?"
It's nothing to tell, boy
Uncle Elroy: I slipped this in the back!

I was at this nigga mama
House one Sunday right
I mean that old bitch a hoochie
I'm smooth, laidback
Cooling on some boy shit
Aye, let's hit that damn Jacuzzi!
She said that's a bet
Pop that ass real quick
His people showed up like an hour late
Now it is Uncle Elroy
'cause that mag done popped in the pool
Like his nephew with the sour face
They say it's no way his crazy bars
Could lose to my average shit
And that's a sin
You see how my hunger and passion blends
I figured this a ATM
'Cause as long as the numbers
Was right for this card
I can just punch in order to get past the pen
We all name-flip, we all use angles
We all punch
It just depends who better with the shit
Like in basketball: they all shoot
All play defense all dribble
But, it's levels to the shit
So try to downplay what I do
When you do the same shit it's the wrong move
I added season to the formula
So how you gon' tell the chef
How to cook his own food
You can't be a master at what you do
If you ain't master what you do
You gotta see the end vision
I envision that this gon' be your end, vision
Me dying? Please be quiet
I'm too cutting the Bloque:
That's an incision but what you gon' say? I
Rapped on John John league?
Well, that should let you know
That the pen different!

OG said don't stop shooting till
Everything in that sub gone
And make sure you got
Something over your hands
That's word to this scrub's home
See you was working with the pen
Tryna put on for the Glove
We were staying away from the pen
'cause we put the gloves on
Smack said "Get him, " but, see
All that gassing for him just
Gon' make his head bigger
It's also gon' be the reason the lead hit him
Shots fly and have the Yak on the ground
Likerest in peace to my dead niggas!
I be in Pontiac in a
Pontiac with my fam mobbing
Catch JC with his bitch and rob him
Like give up the bread, he like "Fam
Stop it"
Either you can walk away free or get
The whole clip when the can popping
I’mma make him choose between 0 and
30: gave him Durant options
See the youngster on his grind
I'm a monster with the nine
Gun with the beam, put it by him
If I dump it, then he dying
It flash from his chin up like
‘Once upon a time’
I swear to God if I have to grip it
My whole crew shooting
And what's up with these niggas
With struggle and gangsta bars?
These dudes clueless
Niggas got shotties in their pants legs
Deuce deuce in their boots
But they move stupid
I had the pack in my briefs
AR in my jeansand I walk regular
'cause I'm used to it!
We was poppin' locks, breaking in houses
And tryna kick the door down
You was pop, lock, and breaking
Tryna tear the floor down!
I'll turn savage on him
Pull up in his block
And I'm blasting something two guns
I double the treys in that
Michigan state: I'm Magic Johnson
Yo Smack, next time I get on stage
Could you get a sign that says "Beware" please,?
I went from Ryda to Mike to JC:

My progress moving at rare speed
But, you stuck in the same spot, you
Were just with ARP over there, see
Where's the progress? You went from Rare
Breed to battling a rare breed!
Now let's play "Swear to God", 'cause they
Say you a man of your word
And you stand by it
Well, swear to God you wasn't out
There stealing 15 dollars from fans
Talking 'bout they'll get a signed album
See, fam lying! You out here stealing on
Fans like Ron Artest, this man trifling
You bum ass out here finessing
Fans for Gram prices
And you do it like the shit cool
See, you a bold fellow
Well, I'll send you half the 30
And put 15 in your face:
You'll meet the old Melo!
The weight I hold to you might
Be too much to curl
But, you be switching moods
In and out of emotions like a fucking girl
This like GTA story mode
'cause changing your character will get
You sent to another world
And niggas question if I
Belong on this stage, this shit is over with
You caught a head shot, no open casket
They gotta close your shit
I walk up to your mother like "Sorry
My condolences you miss your son? yeah?"
BAOW! Y'all can be closer then
If you can't stand the heat
Stay the fuck out the kitchen
I done cooked another nigga: time
To clean up the dishes! Man, it's Chef Life!

Now, of course Smack did throw you to a wolf
But, it's a purpose for that
You heard it's a fact you can die here
So don't blame that purpose on Smack
You the chefyou were supposed to know
The risk working with crack!
I attack too strong
You can lose your sanity going
Man to man with me
Why even try? Lose a whole league of guys
JC died for your sins, flip that
If you send for JC you die
I done had enough stunts
Let me guessyou grew up trapping
"Dawg was in the field with the
Birds like Duck Hunt"- nigga, shut up!
They gave you the fucked up hand
And you played with the shit
Even got him on stage with the shit
Tryna be the franchise
Well don't get caught in the
Wrong chain of events nigga my rage genuine
First it was, "JC you gotta slow
It down they not catching it
Be patient with 'em"
Then it was "Well where’s the old JC
You gotta stop playing with 'em"
That's why it's not worth it
That's why niggas still criticize the
Form when the shot perfect
But, you, you just gotta watch your next step
'Cause the way I land mine makes everybody
A target when I plan mine

Your bitch catch the heat from these straps
She not walking out with tan lines
I'm worse than the Undertaker in that cell
This shit can get ugly for man kind
But this shit an arm’s length
I plead insanity
Then take him from his family
When the arms lift
Then reunite him with his family
On some Chris Benoit shit i take 'em all
I'm tired of you and these
4 bars setup niggas
Spitting that shit that you hope is hot
Then y'all end up every setup with "ain't
It ironic"- no nigga no it's not!
For what's at stake, he get a tip then I
Have 'em documenting what's left
Then I give 'em more bucks like
Compliments to the chef
See what you looking at? This ain't an image
Guarantee we can see the same picture
And still paint it different
That's 'cause my penmanship ended shit
Y'all witnessed it
Finished it in the first round, you rebuttal
If I'm generous
I could have made this a whole homi first
With me waving the strap like Bonnie third
You wanna a movie about the
Life that you lived? Fine, the plot is first
Nigga headshot, noodles get boiled in the
Mix behind these bars
Yeah I cook up with the shotty
I catch him in traffic, make the shit jam
His parents gon' be the 6th man

'Cause they gon' all pull up to a body
Shout out to Tink tha Demon
But, I might be the only one in
The building that actually speak to demons
Got a glove on both hands
Didn't even get 'em dirty but did him dirty
Hit the Chef, with the 30
This Chef gon' need a cater
Attempt to serve me no bygones
'cause by dawn we hit the
Door up Jehovah witness early
The path that a lot of
These new niggas run TRITE!
Everything from how they move
Has been done twice
Even they speech is stolen like Trump wife
But, if y'all ever hear niggas
That literally write they're disgusting
They deserve to get punished
But this my man
He could have just sat observing the function
‘Cause now the naysayers gotta
Deal with the haymakers
And as y'all see they still land
Worse than Columbus trez, it is over with-
TIME, man!