URLtv, JC, T-Top - JC vs. T-Top lyrics

I said, Smack said, "Top
You got Julian and his hooligans
He wild on Rum Nitty, son
And he ready to act a fool again"
You know what he gon' do, right?
Have his little-ass body wavin' all
Of them tools again or pop, lock
And drop it - depend on what
Kind of mood he in i don't like him
If a pro test (protest) and this don't work
I'm gon' strike him or I stick two knives in
His head: we goin' Viking
Yeah, I heard you be around
Street Fighters: you know Bison
But the first round sittin' him
Down: we know Tyson!
Nah, nah, I'm Mayweather, way better
But the poise is different
You think your punches land in the building
Until they score 'em different
You want a foe I want a four
Bitch, we order different
Styrofoam vers' a silencer
'cause we pour it different!
The aura different i ain't feelin' ya games
You play poker
I play poke 'em: this a serious game
So when he rap now
They saying his delivery changed
'Cause when I caught him in the liver
He changed
Nigga, what you know about duckin' the
Alphabet Boys wit' a throwaway cake
But still preparing yourself for
Your go-away date?
Felony or misdemeanor? I don't
Know what they say
Dot on his head, or should
I catch the lower case, j?
And in case we speaking on a radio show
Shit, I was busy making coke moves
Only cooking over the stove
Nigga: I'm old-school
They tried to get me to indict myself
But it ain't go smooth
I'm talking Fed case and Flex place
Let's just say I choked up in both rooms!
We know dude!
He ain't in the ghetto with the bullies
He was Chilla back then: we liked
You better as a rookie!
You'll never get Lux
And I'm just tellin' him what's goody
Trey to his head: at least he
Gettin' mellow wit' the hoodie!
Nigga, what the fuck you gon' teach me
Homie!? Bitch, I'm the teacher
You look like the nigga we
Stuffed under the bleachers
He's walking in his hotel lobby if I see ya
They'll find a Midwest bitch
In the freezer: Kenneka!
Your best friend watchin' you die: Monifah!
Bald heads takin' the baby: Khalifa!
Smoke goin' straight to the head: sativa!
I came here to spread JC like a preacher
Nigga! And speaking of Jesus, didn't they
Say he stopped gambling
Cuttin' off all our chicken?
He stopped pimpin'
When we was just fucking off with our women?
They said we can't even wear Jesus pieces
'cause he don't want us
Worshiping no other image
It's a fact: JC been hatin'
On hustlers since the beginning!
You been winnin'? Well, look
Who you been battlin', bro
They ain't even like yo' ass
Three-and-a half battles ago!
Now you want Lux?
What make you think you gon' battle the GOAT?
After they talk about how the Bear
Had yo' ass on the ropes
His mans wit' him, that's cool
I'm stabbin' ‘em both
And move the knives around in
Circles like I'm paddlin' boats your wifey
Head shot while she relaxin' in bed
Your daughter run? "Pow! Pow!" to
The back of her leg
I bet your son act different wit'
A Mac to his head
This life insuranceit's takin' care of the
Family right after you dead, nigga!
"I'm the best in the WORLD!" facts!
Well, tonight, you gotta match what you said
'Cause we been waitin'it's 'bout time JC
Came back from the dead
My grandma told me you was comin'yeah
That's what she said
But she ain't tell me he was 5'2"
Clappin' the lead a Vice Lord
Wit' a bandanna wrapped on his leg
I thought Jesus ran with Disciplesain't
That what we read!? He set-switching
And I heard he was a rat for the Feds
That died last week from
Shit that Illmaculate said
Well, he gon' memorize this next round
When I'm blastin' the lead
BOWit's gon' make him spit it out
Or he wrappin' his head, nigga!
And after you dead
Tell the clique that I'ma find y'all
The stick knock 'em down in
Order: we playin' 9 ball
When I put the deuce to
His chest like John Wall
He gon' have a seizure up in
The ring like Scott Hall
Aye, Scott Hall! Chico! Stay in your home!
I almost put the razor's edge on Razor Ramon!
And I ain't come here to beat JC
I came to over-win
They say he won his last 9 roundswell
Let's go for 10 concrete, nigga

Aye, aye every letter
Y'all know y'all need to hear everything
Y'all ready?
T Topyou looked like you was in the LA riot
The way you attacked Ave wit' the stealin'
Bro but this ain't that same spot
I'm 'bout to permanently flame
Toplike Bam-Bam Bi-
Nah, this shit so different, bro
You don't even sound the same
Without half of yo' niggas
And that will go figure
'Cause, I'm the same with no niggas with me
That's 'cause no bitch is in
Me like Calicoe picture but it don't-
We talking to ME! Is you SERIOUS!?
But it don't mean the ratchet not with me
Tho so don't jump stupid, Top
You could rock a vest
It will peel throughand rock a fella
Crazy how people gave you all of that heart
And it still killed you
I watched yo' class and half of the
Vets struggle in a battle with Chess
Then I showed y'all Chess in park
And I was just playing
I'm Sam Jackson in Fresh
And now a fat niggasupposed
To get shit jumpin'? Clips dumpin'!
Through traffic the way I'm moving
Shit, I'll even take an Uber to lift
(Lyft) somethin' i'm EVERYWHERE!
Who auctioned this!?
When you know a nigga got yo' number
Just call it quit's!
You went from UDubb tryouts
To playing with FIRE
We gotta show Ars' son what arson is!
It don't work like that
Y'all been putting shit
Together without instructions
Man, you will get hurt like that!
Even HE know it!
But this touch, kingmight as
(Midas) well be golden!
'Cause only broke niggas in
The streets believe you
We don't need a sequel!
You not that good in the ring
If Goodz in the ring
Rappin' 'bout his ring and beat you!
Be honest! Be honest!
Everything about your flow
Is presented poorly but, I was made gifted
And all them sticky fingers gon' get
You snipedbut the blade's different!
See, this is your fault this is HIS fault!
He just had to get stuck in traffic
And now, he the next one smokin'
Shit, Jesse Owens ain't had
A run this classic best in the WORLD, nigga!
All you rap about is trap, king!
See, they didn't appreciate the structure
I had to define the difference
So, now I'm guessing you need a trap queen?
See, it's easy to be Fetty Wapi
(eye) was missin'! But, I'm back!
Motivated to kill your family from the start
And the last man this inspired
Restarted humanity from a ark!
You don't know a nigga like this
But he in bad company, and that's fun for me
As far as tactics
I don't know what the hell you use
But that shit more repetitive
Than a Zelda move
You don't even have the brain
Capacity to match with me
It's funnytop heavy, but not top heavy
See, that combinationnot deadly
But since you glorifyin' the streets, BOW!
Right in the streets where the pops left him
Deja vu
You mention servin' yo' moms like street
Niggas haven't heard of that shit, too
You served crack, and she smoked it
Every nigga in here would've
Been servin' that bitch, too!
"Facts! I need money!"
You don't get credit for that
If you got a point
Acknowledge it ain't been heard much
Just trap talk! That's all!
Fastball from Randy Johnson
How the birds bust and then it's this
If I send a hit
And he justdead pull with the mask off
And he survive? You gon' look like
Deadpool with the mask off this is facts!
That's a movie! This? Ryan Reynolds (W) rap!
He get laid in dirt, and to make it worse?
It ain't the last time I'm gon' play a
Trick after Apriland it ain't the first!
So my advice? Just don't be in
The field when it clap
'Cause the feeling of that heat
Surrounding this big bitch gon'
Give y'all way more than
A Wendy Williams collapse!
It's body bags at every battle! Make
Sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
'cause this is only Round 1!

I said, I feel like Shane Moseley in '03
Dawg i'm fixing to fight
Or Roy Halladay'cause you'll crash
If you feel these, king
Picture the flight
Did he (Diddy) think he was a Bad Boy?
Well, I figured he right 'Cause when I locks
(LOX) on him
I give J the (Jada) kiss of his life!
If we beefin'
You leaving with a hole in ya head
If we was locked up
You'd be that nigga over the bed!
Telling me stories about his battles
All happy 'bout how his rounds
Used to go over heads
I'm telling him stories 'bout the Uzi
All mad, like, "Dawg
My rounds used to go over he-"
Ayo, SMACK! I will SMACK this nigga!
What the fuck is this!?
You bringin' break dancers to battles?
You don't fucking quit!
It's Loaded in the hoodie
That meaning your luck's (Lux) up wit' this
Gotta kill you before I die:
It's on my bucket list
Cut the shit, or either grab a toaster
Yeah, I rap about hard times
And a bag of yola
But still feel like 2K18 when I'm spazzin'
Soldier
'Cause y'all knew who the player of the
Game was before the match was over!
Nigga, me and Brizz put a whole region on
And did it all by ourselves
He running 'round, league to league
He don't belong wit' the belt
See, that's the reason Smack and Beas'
Put your bars on the shelf
It's Solitaire, nigga: yeah
You dealt them cards to yourself!
When you left the league
You act like you was taking a stand
Not knowing that it was a
Big mistake for ya brand
‘Cause now you making $700 and an
Extra plane for ya mans
Ain’t it mysterious how he put in all that
Work and still ain’t makin' a band?
I told Smack
"Bring him back! Give that playa a chance
He do good? Then give him Lux!"
Shit, I gave him the plan
He heard that news
And started goin' crazy for fans
So I'm the reason J blacked: he
Should be shaking my hand! I mean, damn!
You always had barsjust weren't making
The right gestures yet you got shook
And disappeared off the screen:
You was a Etch-a-Sketch
We was gettin' views
You couldn't even watch the edit's yet
We was droppin' jewelsyou was stealin'
'em out the treasure chest
And that's the reason you
Should treasure Chess
'Cause you wouldn't be back poppin'
Without Trez or Chess! Just think Raekwon
He battled the same nigga with Chef & Chess
Makin' people go "whooo" on the card
Well, now it's time for me to inspect the
(Inspectah) Deck like how you tell Chess you
Moved in his house
And he gotta fight for way
More than closet space?
Did he forget he got the boot then came back?
I guess the nigga ran outta space
No, no Smack kicked ya ass outer space
You went back to your girl
House rentin' out her space
She said every time you up in that thang
You leave a lotta space
I gave her fish scale
She let me smash like a salmon cake!
Bitch, while you was break dancin', you know
Spinnin' on the cardboard
I watched my uncle get evicted
Them hard nights
He had to spend it on the cardboard
So fuck a battle! It's about a dollar for me
I makes a lot (salah) for the fee
Open your Koran and you'll see how
JC is nothin' but a profit (prophet) to me
And if you don't know
Then that's an Islamic belief
When I draws on him, don't ask me
"Is it boxers or briefs?"
Keep ya mouth closed before you get
An ox to ya cheek and before you sleep
You need a box for ya teeth
I am not what you need, nigga
I am definitely a chrome sparker
I bought this to press in
(depressing) ya mind like postpartum
This could've been a NOME slaughter
I would've let the fo' off ya
And if it jam, Rain'll
(Raina) take a shot for the
Brother like Ghost's daughter
We know JC, he turned water into wine
We ain't have droughts
Bitch, I kept water all the time
No communions
My commute got stronger with the grind
Weren't no offerings either
We offed a quarter at a time
Now I'm 'bout to smoke JC if he the king
He die with a crown in his head and
Holes in his head like the old JC
You never got fronted an O, JC
At breakfast the only time you had an OJ, C
I'm in Cali, killin' a bitch like I'm OJ, C
The blade a Backstabber
But it'll leave a smile in
Ya face like the OJay's (JC)
Bitch! Fuck is he talkin' bout!?
I lived the hard knock life, you know JC
On stage lettin' arms rip, so
You better duck, brother, like you know JT
I don't care if you got the 80 creepin'
After this, they ain't gonna say we even
'Cause, I give Carter 1 through 4
But still hold the 5 like
Him and Baby beefin' now Writer's Bloque
There's a whole lot of switchin' around you
He said
She said: there's some snitchin' around you
But when it's beef
Nobody load the Smith n' around you
You should do better
You're Hugh Hefner: you gon' die
With these bitches around you concrete!

Y'all ready? Ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It gets nothin' but bad from here
I promise to God let's go
Another nigga Smack put on that BET platform
And he couldn't even break a
Leguntil the stage collapsed
No lie, it's not even a joke
He managed to make it to BET
But he actually managed to make it back
What happened? You couldn't seize the moment?
Well, isn't that a surprise
They asked him to rhyme
And he couldn't even live up to the
First letter in his nameand capitalize
Wow! You couldn't even drive down Easy Street
You rapped on BET!
And now you fuckedand I get to
Aid the death like Eazy-E
See, this what the crowd wanted
The skeletons in my closet are
Right where I left 'em
But now the house haunted! And I don't even-
But, I don't even resist it anymore
I get a Pat for moldin' with
The Ghosts like Demi Moore
It's for better insight
The problemis having to live
Out this character
You created for these battle rap cameras
The reel you you know, the footage you-
Hold on! Hold on! It's time to go!
The problem is having to
Live out the character
You created for these battle rap cameras
The reel you, the footage
You know, watching yo' own
It gotta be like when Martin come on
You know, when you see yo'
Self on the screen
But it ain't the real you?
I know, I know, I know
That shit even make my skin
Crawl from the field view you don't think-
I gotta talk!
You don't think we know this trap
Talk is just to chase looks?
You don't think we saw that picture of
You wanted for stealing on Facebook?
You don't think we can spot
This out-of-shape figure on flyers?
After all thatshoplifting and he still
(steal) think he gon' get a win
On a Writer? (Winona Ryder)
It don't work like that
How 'bout the clear view?
You know a lot about
Iron-squeezing and trapping, right?
Well, most Bears do
You on your grizzly, moving
Snowsound like a Bear, too
But then there's Terrell Bryant, in a store
On cameratryna bear fruit!
And that's the difference
That's the difference!
The reason that shit look so embarrassing-
Look, he look embarrassed as hell
The reason that shit look so
Embarrassing on the page
Is 'cause these niggas jump into
A character on the stage
But wait! So, what's this for?
Need a check to hold y'all pockets?
Well, waityou trappin'! Don't y'all got it?
And just thinkwe only picked him 'cause we
Couldn't decide out of
Our so-called "options"
Beasley done turned this nigga to the
Pink slippers in Loc Dawg closet!
"I'll just go with these, then"
Two options: dig him out, or fish him out
Raise on 40, or two 80s on a character
Like the Twitter count!
I know y'all don't think Top was expected
But you gotta respect it
I'm even killing niggas not on the checklist!
I didn't even need to kill him!
But these new heights
Ironic, when you back on yo' flow
You don't see a ceiling and now he a victim
And I'm leavin' everything on the scene
Bury bodies
They gon' have to start a "Planet Tier"
And let him get on the team
But call it "Planet Tier"
'cause they only had one element in the ring!
But, I'm not near stoppin'
I'm shell-throwin' i'm debt-collectin'
I'm tier-droppin'and Terrell owin'! (Owen)
Nigga pay up you too inaccurate
You done had yo' big start and
SMACK played a big part
Even wit' yo' stock involved
You done dropped the ball
More than Dick Clark
And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me

Talk that New Year shit!

Exactly happy New Year to you too my nigga
And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me
Cause he know
I'll bring 2K's to the park like
Rivet City and shoot lights out
Leave Top spinnin' from the
Beam like a lighthouse i blast forever
You can't even withstand half this effort
If I just plain (plane) mask up
It's gon' be more than a
Loss of cabin pressure
You just lost round 2 my nigga

I said, URL this my closin' verse
Like fuck a casket
Throw this bastard in the back
And just close the hearse
Now I ain't come here to
Make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work
Now let me put it in aye bro
Yo' lil' ass need to be
Hittin' the bench harder
Fuck tryin' to get yo' pen sharper
Cause, I hear you bangin' rounds over
Nigga's heads and shit but
For some reason we ain't convinced
(Vince) Carter
Now who thinkin' this bitch smarter?
Shit I know how he get farther
All he do is regular shit
Move his hands like this and it hit harder
The nigga said, "Jay-Z, Kanye
You should feel entitled" (in Tidal)
Y'all see how he turn corners to try angles
(triangles) it just feel recycled
And when you gotta show niggas you spazzin'
You are not the man
I'm a Daredevil with an Iron Fist
My main goal is to stop The Hand
First, you gotta chop the hands
Cause he be usin' them to sell the bars
Bitch I had Zans, hand to hand
Tryin' to sell the bars i'm talkin' zombies
Prolly sell an organ for a hit walking Dead
I'm killin' like Morgan wit' a stick
This a warnin' for ya clique
I'm ready for the ops
If you brought a gun in the
Buildin' it better be a prop
You with Writers
You could never be a legend on my block
(Bloque) cause yeah you helped push SMACK
But you didn't have the recipe for Roc (k)
This is backwards, how dawg
(dog) givin' veterans a shot
Tryin' to see if we got
The same pedigree or not
The difference is, if you lose
Your whole legacy is shot
Well, if I lose your whole leg'll see a shot
Nigga! Now, you got over
50 fuckin' battles dawg, one quotable
"How they gon' criticize the form
If the shot perfect"
Well maybe cause we see you as
A star on the pop circuit
Not hard on the block lurkin'
I had a rusty gun
And I ain't complain like you
If the Glock workin'
Cause yeah they criticize the fo'
But the shot perfect
Nigga! While you was wit' ya squad twerkin'
Realizin' it's not workin'
Knowin' ya Saga couldn't continue
Until you stopped jerkin'
We said "Look what Chris Stokes got
Lil' JC out here doin'!"
Well tell SMACK you done made the
Wrong video this time nigga
Somethin' to think about the next time he
Out here bein' fake in rhymes
Pussy poppin' for pedophiles 'til
You break ya spine dawg, I'm tryin' to give
You the large picture
But, you out here sendin' the raw
Footage to the wrong niggas
What's wrong witcha?
Now, I know your crew gon'
Survive 'til you win even the fans
Y'all thought I wouldn't survive 'til the end
Well y'all shouldn't be surprised at it then
Cause you know as soon as you cross T's
JC gon' die for ya sins
And if he rise on the third
Day I'ma meet the nigga
Like gun clicks "Happy Easter nigga"

Crowd starts chanting 3-0

Since we speakin' nigga
It's like I don't even know who
I'm standin' in front of
You was the man on the come up
Until ya little secret got out and realized
You was demandin' a come up
Huh? And why you ain't post it on ya
Page? The nigga tried hidin' the video
It's too late to be ashamed homie
Take some pride in ya video
Now I know as a battle rapper we supposed
To keep that shit under the cover
But as a man
There's just some talents about myself
That I don't wanna discover
I don't wanna know how good I
Gyrate my hips for a man, nigga
I don't wanna know if I can
Hit a split when I dance, nigga
Aye, I thought you was the boss man Beas'?
That's until I found a second audition tape
Of you and Boss Man B's
Another midwest battle rapper, aight
Ya crew all screwed
Y'all niggas was doin' 2 on
2's before 2 on 2's
I don't get that, he said, "Bruh
If we don't make B2K
We gon' shine at Double Impact" in fact
You can call it a classic if you like
But, I'm whippin' JC like the
Passion Of The Christ this a body
Don't call it a "Battle Of The Night"

T Top brings out a dancer to
Pop lock along to his lyrics

And for the record nigga
You 'bout to have the battle of ya life
I'll stab him wit' a knife
Fuck it, it's SMACK problems
I had to slip this
(disc) and leave him with back problems
Punchline was gon' come through
And slap box him
I had to tell him, "Chill PC, MAC got him"
I'll baptism him
I don't need a nine for the dude
Siamese twins, I'm known for a body or two
If you dance, you dance
You don't gotta lie to the crew
Cause, I'll blam blam and that's
What ya body will do

Yeah I'm poppin' this dude and then
I'm dumpin' at his men
He a beast on stage but he
A punk at the event
Loaded Lux said "Fuck you you
Gets nothin' after this"
Just tell 'em, "The Bear killed 'em"

Hunting accident!

Mimicking T Top uRL this my closin' verse
It's a body but it might be
Too big to close the hearse
Sawed off Shotgun Suge got the
Gayest slogan on this Earth
But, I'm still here to show
Y'all work so let me-

Pause, pause, pause, pause
It's not that I'm disapprovin' skill
It's just that all I'm here to do is kill
The drivin' instructor for yo'
Road test in Traffic
So I'll be makin' sure he's
Tendin' to his wheel (will)
My flow? Was outta shape, just like you
Everywhere, niggas thought it was filler
I had to get rid of that
If this is facts you should do what I
Did to my flow and trim the fat
We didn't even have to take it this far
Cause you shinin'
But gassed rounds is what make you a star
So now, now it's JC vs Top Bizzy
With all the killin' I'm doin'
Bitch I'm busy in fact, the busiest
You think you gon' last wit' this effort
Like I'm
Here to put a scratch on yo' record
Bitch I'm here to Frisbee it in the shit
Draggin' out a body like Liu
Kang and finish it i'm no fool
But, I'm on the street like
Will Farrell in Old School
And this? Was the wrong shot and you
Missed it by a long shot
And now you up here lookin' different
Even after they gave you Sno
Mr trap Star was good at whippin' but
Couldn't flip it and now look
I got all y'all stressed
Bookin' this just altered yo' thought process
And you can't afford it
But you can't ignore it
It's all about the knowledge you input
None of which you import is important
Ad you know it's lies
But, I'm a different nigga, demented temper
Flip the scripture
Bunch of ratchets and rockets
Like Hidden Figures
I'm just here to shoot and stop
A Bear dead in his tracks one shot
They literally found the Bear
Dead in his tracks
And what make it worse? Is it
Don't get no better than this
You went from the park to the jungle
You wasn't expected to live
You might not even see sunlight after this
And the message is, I've mastered this
Cause, I need
(kneed) to make my point like Kaepernick
This is the real protest (pro test)
Yeah I'm showin' y'all what active is
(activist)
And that's exactly why I smother shit
Few of you niggas need shots before I go
I got the real bucket (buck it) list
A few of you niggas was happy that I came
But the rest was mad
They knew they wouldn't last as long
Cause, I didn't talk, just kill
Pushin' the pound wit' no
Comment like Al Kapone
You on the menu Top, and you a big body
So if will be ground breakin' when you drop
Nigga prepare for this
I was outside tryin' to be a therapist
I told him plain
(plane) , "Y'all go into that building
I'm a terrorist"
Now if steel sharpen steel and it's a
Perfect quote and niggas love the shit
Then my blade will be a
Perfect example of the shit
Went from somethin' you never seen a day in
Ya life and now you stuck wit' it
It's all about a lastin' impression
How long can you last from the Wesson?
That's a trick question
That shit will spin Top longer than
DiCaprio comin' back from Inception
Top it is over wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all
Know I wrote the shit
Cause every battle turns into a eulogy
My condolences