URLtv, Calicoe, K-Shine - K-Shine vs Calicoe lyrics

After Suge, Beasley hit me up like
"How you feel about Calicoe?"
I said "That nigga aight
He got a nice lil style and flow"
He said "Good, cause he next up so I hope
You got some rounds to go"
I switched my whole shit up like "Nigga
FUCK CALICOE!" all them rhymes about him
Gripping his hammer, letting his mallet go
Make me slide up like a dancer, howdy bro
Slap the shit out of him, slam him
Let my cal' blow
Do more clapping than a grandma
At a talent show
This y'all "Detroit Monster" the
Bully in the ring?
Keep cool, mask on, hoodie with his gauge
He laid back waiting for a
Nigga he could taste
He a Kool Aid nigga cause
There's sugar in his tank


Now I can't even imagine
You spraying fo's and
Aiming toast Nigga your name is Terraineo!
How the fuck I'm supposed to believe he
Let that 80 go and laying folks?
Nigga your name is Terraineo!
Now I can't even give him the
Benefit of the doubt and say
Maybe you let your flamer go
Nigga your name is Terraineo!
Nigga your name is Terraineo!
I ain't never heard a Terraineo
Bad as a motherfucker
I just know with a name like Terraineo
I'd be mad as a motherfucker!
Automatic but when I pull it's
Like a machine gun
Have him jumping ducking the
Bullets giving the rerun hawk 'em down
Better be masked up with a mean gun
Seeing you masked the only way
They say the D won
You a internet blogger, we grip these tools
I sit you in the trauma, your lid's removed
Need a vistor's pass just to get you views
Cause all that internet talk will
Only get you tubed
Another 6 foot nigga with a
Death wish I could
Make you six foot deep with your head split
Give a fuck what color he
Claiming when that Tec spit
I put them colors together
Clear that whole block
That's a Tec trick (Tetris)
They put a grain bred pit against a poodle
A motherfucking pure scotch sip
Against a Yoohoo
Me, that motherfucking shit versus doo doo
A motherfucking April Fools
Trick versus Voodoo
Now I'da killed him last year but
I was sitting up top
I had to do a bid and I seen the nigga pops
I tried to give 'em dap but
He was cleaning niggas socks
Or sitting by the bubble with
His finger in his crotch
I said "Ain't you Terraineo daddy?
Ewww yo Why the fuck you so nasty?
Your son say y'all kill folks"
He said "Tell Terraineo shut the fuck up
He ain't never let no steel go
He ain't a rapper and a vibrator the
Only way he getting a deal tho (dildo) "
I replied "He said you was BMF and
You was out there flipping pies"
He said "That's what I'm trying
To tell you man, his mom be lying
I'm here for child support
I don't even think that nigga mine"
You a fucking liar Mr hightower
You ain't pushing lead
Only time you dropping them shells
Is when you cooking eggs
Slap the shit out of Lavida
Give a foot to Ced put the 40 cal on Regina
Give her a hook instead
Elbow to the fat bitch, mush her head
Mr hightower be gone like Romeo when
I hit 'em with this Bullethead zIP EM UP!

Calicoe versus K-Shine, you trying to
Get your stripes back, i got mine
You from the hood where they Harlem Shake?
I'm from the hood where a Glock 9
Can leave him at a stop sign
He from a hood where they say "They'll put
You on the water like a scuba nigga
You done scuba nigga" Stop lying
Every nigga I came with strapped like
They ready to rock climb
The whole Dot Mob will get rotten dot com
For them chickens when I got
The biscuit I Pop-eyes
It ain't your best battles when
I give your top 5
Cause it's gon’ make New York one
Eye witness and Fox 5
Y'all know I'm not from out here
I know them channels and I'm not lying
It ain't gon’ take that much
To get rid of Shine
I send a couple shots at Mook
X already X'd out Nemesis
Fuck Rex cause DNA already finished him
It's gon’ take more than
Gatorade to replenish them
Since you acting like you rich
And the cash bathe you
Smack security tight I hope
The staff save you
Only reason Mook signed to a Cash label
Is cause they felt sorry
About them 12 staples ah shit
Was that something that wasn't
Supposed to leak out?
Well I ain't with the dry snitching so
Ain't nothing left to speak bout
Last time I was here a nigga told
Big Proof to rest in Hell
Therefore respect is not an
Option that lesson failed
Hopefully them Dot Mob niggas will
Get the message well
When AR clips ripping his chest
And his vest as well
See I'm trying to give 'em a
Clip like a blooper nigga
Call me Carlton I'm coming alone I
Don't need a group of niggas
Murda Mook through 'em at me like
He was a super nigga
Everybody battle the rookies he choose to
Battle a vet? Stupid nigga!
For some reason when Harlem niggas get slack
They talk all this crazy shit
In their slick raps
They talk all this money shit
Like they get stacks
Like packing a Mac in the back of
The Ac' man that shit wack
Why the fuck would I pack the Mac
In the back of the Ac?!
In Detroit we ride with in our lap
Just like I told Nuborn
Little nigga you just a middle man
Rex is under Mook, you under Rex
So what that makes you?
The little man's little man? One question
How the fuck yo big homie got a big homie?
Against Suge he said "When he
See that Tommy he'll figure (Hilfiger) "
I said that against Nuborn you
Tried to clone me
So I'ma clone myself a young nigga
To get respect like a OG
So when that 40 bust I ain't freezing no OE
Remember when I first came to the league
And I battled Yung I I I?
And everybody underestimated me they ain't
Know that I had skill?
Then I I I said "Who is this nigga?" off of
That one line I I I got his fame
Y'all forgot? Me and my nigga I I I
Had a classic and I did my thing
Nigga relax, it's cool
You stole my Tommy Hilfiger line from me
So I stole that from Mook I know that he'll
Say this y'all gon’ think I'm a wild guy
But don't he look just like that
Lil nigga from How High?
Aye Ness, it's the skin mark of Buddha
Y'all know he in Dot Mob but
He swearing that his mags pop
And got a dot in the middle of his
Head and using his ass for the mascot
For cash
Guap I'll leave Shine with a smashed top
He drop through Jersey and Baltimore
This his last stop what you bout, 5'3"?
Looking worst than Nuborn standing beside me
It ain't gon’ be no need for
A doctor and a IV
Cause who the fuck can I identify him
Once I start beating `em worst then a
Snatching out this guy's teeth and
I'm stealing his ID he don't wanna try me
I let the Glock fly three
And let these bullets park in son (Parkinson)
And leave him shaking when I leave (Ali)

This knucklehead been dead
I was just waiting for the drop
To treat him like parking
And give whatever's vacant, a lot
Your block booming I send them
Goons in raiding your spot
With all heaper don't think that it's wolves
Wall street when they raising the stock
Cause for that D I run
Miles with that Heckler Koch
Duck tape Calicoe, get the rest of them shot
Let Big Mac go, bring Marmon to a stop
Play tic tac-toe and put X in a box
Now real niggas do what they want
So we don't play by rules
All them tough niggas you rap about
They not you I make sure all of
Y'all dead when I spray my tool
Or I'ma come around again like Déjà vu
Now this on true
Mook got a nice call about this dyke whore
To enlighten y'all to get in
Tune with his life more
Now he live outside of Detroit
At place call Brightmoor
In a nice house with white doors
Red picket fence, lifeguards and a nice shore
Nigga you living on the beach
Where the fuck you let that 80 go?
You ain't even from the D
That's probably why you shady though
You ain't ever grip shit, switch clips
Make a daisy grow
Think you Trick Trick nigga?
Your name is Terraineo
See I knew what you was gon’
Do? Be just like the rest
Say I get my rhymes from Mook
The punchline vet
How I switch my style up so I think I'm Rex
How you gon’ sing to `em
Squeeze 10 and leave them stretched
But y'all pussy cause I ain't
Hear a dutch rhyme yet
They can't compare me to you
We too different for instance
I make it rain in order for them to get it
You, hate the rain cause it
Be pouring in your kitchen
Me, I open up my 40 get `em lifted
Nigga you open up your 40 and get a ticket
I be balling for New York
Without the Knick drawn
You ain't balling in Detroit
You just getting pissed on
I grip arms til it's gone then I switch that
McDonalds, you could see number one
And see the Big Mac
Get your whole leg cracked
That grizzly talk skip that I
Put all you bears
Beers in a box like a 6 pack
Where the fuck is Smack?
Y'all know what I'm about to say, right?
You always come up with this dumb shit
Last nigga had stage fright
Now y'all put a wrestler in a UFC cage fight
He a dolphin with one fin trying
To swim with a great white
Nigga you don't take shots
Nigga you take pipe
Nigga you don't love to fly
Nigga you take flight
Better watch what you say
Like, cause they might, hold them 'K's tight
Go shot for shot at that line
Like they trying to break ice
I'm a brand new clip in the Nina type of nice
You a birthday card to Sharena type of nice
You say "K-Shine" they think of
Bringing heaters to a fight slugs flying
Somebody ain't leaving here tonight
You say Terraineo
You think of "I could sleep him with a right
Put both hands around his throat
Squeeze him out his life"
Most of my battles be 5 grand
I had to settle for a stack
Cause even though you light fire
You'll never be a match
Shout out to the nigga that
Sent Rex that damn text
Easy way to get your camp stretched
Planned death, after this shit we on a
Lear jet to the Midwest
St louis nigga on bed rest, they're next
ZIP EM UP!

So I was getting my Facebook on right
You know my pimping game good
Hoes keep talking bout my battle
With a nigga named Suge
So I put it on my status
Like every other man would
And I got a inbox from a nigga named K-Shine
He like "What's good?"
I'm like "Nigga, I'm chilling" he say
"When your next battle? I say
You the next victim" he like
"Ever since I been out man your
Flow's been through the ceiling
I mean I killed Shotgun Suge
But nigga you KILT him"
You know my reply to that was
"Look at this wack ass nigga"
Always talking 'bout cans but never
Got stacks ass nigga
Swear he got the bag but never
Seen with packs ass nigga
On Twitter he the "I followed you
So follow me back" ass nigga
You know they talk about matches
Living a trap ass nigga
Swear they don't like you
But when they see you they
Give you dap ass nigga"
If don't nobody know what I'm talking about
And happen to ask y'all niggas
Just say it's them "Packing the Mac in
The back of the Ac ass" niggas
This what he had URL first I want the
Crowd to help me through my situation
Like I'ma be K-Shine
I want y'all to react like Dot
Mob and show some crowd participation
Let me get to character, so if he roll up
I'm letting off Brazy if he do
My flow sick it belong
In the crazy institution
But none of that really matters cause
With that 80 I'm elusive
The wrong stare will get you rocked
They should trade me for Medusa
Ever since I could remember I
Was a ruthless child
Dot Mob was relevant but they useless now
So if I catch Shine lurking, you
Fuck around and hear "poop, poop, pow!"
For being in My Projects I'ma
Turn that Coo Coo Cal i'll shoot the pound
Try to see a nigga brains ripped
That's the tip my hood used to be on
When today they on the same shit
He hustling backwards
Never making them profit's on
The cocaine shit therefore he in the streets
Pedaling for nothing, his chain slipped
I bang fit's so you better
Keep a Llama with you
You gon’ need government assistance like
That shit Obama get you
Everybody getting touched when that
Drama hit you
Fuck with us? Nigga we shooting even
If yo mama with you
I wanna see my son make it, I'm a focused dad
After 8 blow you'll never know how
Man Eggos my toaster had
But when he boast and brag knowing
That I toke the mag
He look just like the How High
Nigga so I'ma smoke his ass
So what your life like nigga? Mine quite hype
You push my buttons I might
Swing I'm on Fight Night
I'm trying to change some shit around
To get my life right
But after I black out you couldn't
See me with a night light i'm confused
This clown still trying to say we related
When Miles been told y'all back in
The day these fags dated
Mook was the one giving it
Rex was the one taking it
What Miles forgot to mention was Shine
Was the one taping it
You fucking homo's claiming to be so cold
If Smack had plaque's these
Pussies wouldn't go gold
All of y'all bitches y'all
Should all wear Manolos
And in the future he might
Be the better rapper
Cause, I bet you he have a
Hot 16 after these 4-4's zip `em up!

You ain't consistent with your rhymes
Your talent like a seesaw
You see fast cash and react fast
You a Jackass
You talk violence but you ain't with
That drama shit that we for
I'm a tour guy with that Desert bout
To take 'em on a Detour no, I mean a D tour
First stop Detroit I'ma get on
My X-Factor shit with him
Walk on his porch in a tank
Top and some slippers in
Drag his punk ass to the shore, dip `em in
Missed a first shot on purpose
To see him twitch again
Missed a first shot but I bet
You that I won't miss again (Michigan)
I find him in LA do his bitch like a fisher
Bayer
Give her friends 24 like Kobe, take her
With that 40 like Ron Ron, trade her
To get to you I side by
Side face her to the water load up, Pow
Pau lake her laker
You get your apple picked when I
Click it on a hater
You'll be Indianapolis when I put
You on a Pacer
Take you to the A where that trey pound spark
They don't need cocoa butter just
To take out marks
They don't need a 22 just to lay down chalk
They'll throw that deuce up and
Get you A town stomped
On deck, I'll let it peel all night
KOS all my nigga Kill On Sight
Send them Tec's just to make
You feel all light
Swerving like Paul Wall put your grill on ice
You from Brightmoor
That's probably why you napkin soft
I'm from the side of New York
Where niggas letting them ratchets off
Big headed fucker
Easy for them to clap it off
From the Big Apple where they turn
That big apple to apple sauce
Nigga said "Look out for DNA" I
Said "Where? What you a doctor?"
I said "What happened to that Spanish nigga?"
He said "Jo no say
He don't want nada he all sweet inside"
I said
"Si pinata" so I leave him alone de nada"
I'm hungry for a dollar when
That block hot like lava
I make the fiends cop on a bite like Estrada
Cortez drunk off that Puerto Rican
Rum and that vodka
That Puerto Rican chopper go que
Que que que pasa
As far as DNA, I hate yo fucking style
I hate yo fucking hairline
I hate yo fucking smile
I hate that fucking Mexican
Always in your shadow
And I hate that fucking hoodie you
Wear to every fucking battle
Now back to Terraineo cause this
Shit here is paid time
But for the record I'll kill
Both of you niggas, at the same time
I was taught if you don't catch `em
Do a drive by
You was taught "If they don't catch
You if you drive by"
I ring a Bell like Raja And for them
Chips I'll put you in a bag, wise guy
Your triangle cheesy, y'all Dorito made
Onion rings around his eyes
You gon’ need those shades
When I pop corns don't let your eagles stay
Better pull a dipsey doodle or get Frito laid
You better have them goons when
I'm holding a Tec
I'm hitting 12 like noon when I roll on a set
I don't care about them jewels
That's froze on your neck
Like a pirate for that treasure
I'll open your chest zip em the fuck up!

I hate when lil niggas talk big
That shit be having me thinking yo
Like you too small to match up with any of us
So what the fuck is you speaking for?
Say for instance I ain't had a Mag I
Bet this jab will leave you leaking though
He's not my friend that probably explains
Why I keep a 4 (foe)
He's supposed to stay on that shallow
Side he came deeper though
The bars I got kills niggas call
That the grim reaper flow
He so small if he put his arms to
His waist he'll damn near reach his toes
Therefore I ain't gotta Smack him
Or shoot him I'll
Throw his lil ass in a sleeper hold
Like "Go to sleep lil nigga
Get knocked out like Rex and Mook used to"
It's probably new to you but trust me
This something that Rex and Mook used to
So we supposed to believe you gangsta serving
'caine and got the kush up
Cause you did 6 months in a
Boot camp and you look rough?
Nigga you was locked in a place where
Your punishment was a push up
And you was eating steak you don't
Know about the cook ups
Moms and pops weekly putting money
For your books up
He had a job call me anytime
He needed a cook up
Nigga was Master P I swear he had the- no
He just did everybody laundry
I know it ain't rhyme but who gives a fuck
This nigga suck
Goodz took time out to bury him
I'ma dig him up
Always on Murda Mook dick trying
To big him up
After I clip him up I bet they'll
Really have to zip `em up
I got this acrobatic matic
That'll flip 'em up
And trust me when they seen these
(CD) burners it'll rip `em up
So listen up, I be reading these niggas
Always talking bout the streets but
Who believe in these niggas?
When I look at them it's something
I don't see in these niggas
I'm on my mama I don't think it's
This much of G in these niggas
For the simple fact they roll with
Clowns like that light skin nigga
Making frowns and dancing around
What you the hype man nigga?
Well I'ma show you niggas what mags do
Fuck around and blast two
Have one of my niggas drag
You until you leaking Ragu
The shit gon’ be looking sad too
Call 'em the body bag crew
Matter fact that song might happen
After I body bag you
Yo niggas against my niggas
Let's have a standoff
Mook was at a club at Detroit called Luckies
I swear to God your man soft
I was in the club showing love on
My mama this what your man saw
Me chilling with 20 niggas and rolled out
Like a quarterback after a hand off
I hate niggas that be fronting for the booth
When it's danger I drain `em
Put a gutter in his roof
Who is Dot Mob? The fans
Don't know nothing but Mook
With that Heat I'm Eddie House
I don't do nothing but shoot
Nine bullets for nine lives I
Kill cats My life
Like a game of Jenga I build stacks
Try to roll up on me but your wheels flat
How you living that Jay-Z
With Meek Mill stacks?
After a nigga battle me I make him feel wack
Cause it's a difference between
Metaphors and real rap!