URLtv, Kid Chaos, Sheed Happens - Kid Chaos vs. Sheed Happens lyrics

"You had one job
Ayo Sheed you really pissed me off
That rehearsing shit was not planned" man
Damn hustle
Why would you insist we spar? Aww
I had the fans in my palm
Wishing me luck on my all my endeavors
And then the tabloids read bold said
"Hustle and Sheed are sparing together"
All I seen where Tweets that were mean
The YouTube caffeine comments, no better
You know I even read a
Nigga wished I was dead
I saw that on a "fuck
You" thread like Conor McGregor
That ain't common from hecklers
If I said it ain't bothеr Sheed
I'd be a goddamn liar
I got some advice from two vеts
That y'all respect that's higher
Did I learn anything? No!
Cause deep down I'm thinkin'
"My rounds cool but, i bet his rounds fire"
I told him
"Let's go 'head and practice outside and
Run these rounds right by ya!" fire!
Headshot Mariah then I ditched the Cannon
Got Chaos all in the head
Now he's schizophrenic
It cause instant damage look
I know you've got a pen but
Outta the bottle a Klonopin
I don't know what your plans are
But after you take two of these
You're going to have to manager
Your madness like Anwar or is it "Onwar"?
Fuck it, I grab the gun at the arm bar
And put the small arm in the
Arm part of the Dodge Dart
Skirt off in an armed car
Your location? How did you
Know that like Nardwuar? The dot, the scope
It resemble a symbol of Wal-Mart
Leg across the face, and pull, it's an armbar
Gettin' blood off the floor and his
Door is the hard part all spark
Get Chaos all over Swamp, like Lord Farquaad
Question have you ever seen a dual mag?
That bitch wouldn't clip on
It point both ways, I had to tell 'em
"Put that shit on" the block I've been on
We from South Carolina
Aight, I'm down there where y'all live
With a big ass AR swear to God
Don't believe me? I put that on my kids
Slide, with somethin' in the chamber
Autotrader
I'll flip the whip, and really spray the can
Then lose the arm, like AngryFan damn
Smack, why y'all even pay this man?
Y'all thinkin' he authentic I'm
Thinkin' he too long-winded
I'm 'bout to knock off the knock off
B dot but this guy ain't augmented
I even off children
That's usually a boundary I wouldn't cross
But tonight, Kid ain't off limit's
They put you next to, Mr disrespectful
Cause you had the wrong image
URL couldn't even understand ya bars
They had to put that Ars' in it
You be sayin' way too much
To get to the punch
We be like, "He rhymin' still?
Setup long as hell samuel
Look Kid, we ain't got the Time To Kill
Always talkin' through people's rounds
But a child can't hide his emotions
That's how they feel
We see right through Chaos defense
It's a riot shield
I'm surprised you don't get any pushback
You can't keep gettin' by for real
Keep callin' yourself a God
Look, he get that shit from all you veterans
I would've knocked out a tooth
Leave the boy a mute
We could've did this in a Volume setting
You are not the God Of War Kid, a tre is
(Atreus) all you gettin'
Won't argue wit' him
Don't wanna hear nothin' when
This coward talk
We step wit' switches, it's a power walk
I was at Sam's Club, gettin' bullets
Buy mines in bulk that's when I found my boy
Ironic he was with Swamp
Lackin' with no equipment and I'm in
The aisle by the sports
Shots fired, customer services parent there
Filing reports
Paging Kid, over the intercom
"Miss how did you lose your
Child in the store?" shots fired
Aye ya Kid ever throw a temper tantrum?
"Miss get ya Kid off the floor!" 4!
Silencer, I beat nobody hear
My rounds no more time
Come get ya muthafuckin' Trophies!

Wassup Arizona? The Kid back on Traffic yes
Just got rid of a Verb
That think he can foresee
And now I’m tryna see whathappens next
Boy, I’ll slash ya flesh
They gone have to Patch ya Adams Apples next
And as it stretch, to save trophies
He gone need a head coach, that’s the Nets
But to even the score, in the clutch
Wit' every passing sec'
To stop that bleeding, like good defense
They gone have to press but we in Phoenix
So I’ll just come back in step
Point, forward, and crowd a
(Crowder) nigga wit' something
His basket catch
Oh Suns the favorite? Ehhhh!
That buzz'll be the
(buzzer beater) reason that daggers wet
Aight nah Chaos
You know you doin' that shit that Sheed
Gone say can stall out rooms
Well I can talk 'bout you you are way, too
Animated to act like you ain’t drawn out too
But we gone get to that
Cause I got some shit to ask
Why did you release ya dirt in public and
Tell the world that you
Rehearsed wit' Hustle? You blew it
Before they even got to airin'
(air in) the rounds and decided
To burst the bubble now I heard you Muslim
So I sayin' go to church or nothin'
But it’s not the fact you rapped your
(rapture) verses
It’s the Revelation that got you
In a world of trouble
And I can’t get with it
You the type to give out information
That shoulda never been mentioned
Your name is Sheed Happens
Do you know what your initials spell? SH!
Nigga, shut the fuck up!
The culture lookin' less authentic
And you helpin' make it that way
Cause you was cookin' and
Made something rare
Look prepared and made a mistake
('em a steak)
The entrance hard to find, it’s a curtain
Well why you pull yours back
With your actin' that
Fake in ya play?But that
Bar make perfect sense
He already got them thinking this
Shit is staged anyway
Boy, I ain’t wit' the games
And that’s what you think this shit is
And it’s very clear and what
Make it sound soft more (sophmore)
Is that you barely in your second-year
Weapon near for every weird
Jester desperate to be an accepted peer
But this bitch got a silencer on it
I got some rhymes you’ll never hear
Like this, a 38, and you don’t wanna get hit
With that pound nigga
And these? Full metal jacket sound like
Fashion but it’s not nigga and these? 223's
When it go off it sound like a loud piston
Nigga I ain’t ramblin' I’m just
Going over my rounds witcha!
You a clown nigga! And this
Ain’t cap or nothin'
I'll send you to Allah before
You can pack ya luggage
And if he ask why I got you delivered
I’ll say it’s cause he had it coming
You’ll get packaged up with, a rare tool
That dumb loud
But, I’ll spare you, the gun sounds
But this gone be like rolling down
Ya window after car sex
I’ll air you, the fuck out! That’s one round
And regardless of whatever y’all
Want happens to be it won't matter a thing
If y’all surveillance it ain’t the same point
Of view of Happens to me time

In junior high I had a serious
Serious problem with my teacher Mrs mcDonald
It had started when she had laughed at
Me puttin' school lunch in my backpack
Yes, I actually kept my food it's stressed
I was tryin' to make a meal stretch my dude
Tired of my mother sayin'
"Don't ask for nothin' when we go out"
"But ain't food in the house!"
This time I actually prepped my tool
Robbed my teacher blind
Soon as I left my school
Ride how, "Hey ma can we stop at Micky D's?"
"You got McDonald's money?" "Weeeeeell
(YES I DO!) i suggest y'all move
Deuce deuce the small cannon, this pussy food
I'll peel back ya lid
Bullets the size of Hey Arnold
Think that's a lil' cap, 'til I split ya wig
Slid wit' Sig'
Aye, I hate to keep bringin' up McDonalds
But y'all remember when the baby
Mama was mad at dude
One meal (mil') for kid!
This a day at SkyZone it is so lit for Kid
I'm gripped up
I brought pistols, like four witchu, O-Solo
Got more nigga a straight bullet at bodega
Got caught wit' him
A bullet ricochet, I heard
"Tink" then more tishin' (mortician)
The doc said
"No more visit's just lord visit's" His
X ray for your vision
Two shots, one got Kid in the helmet
That's autism
The other, stuck in Kid body like dwarfism
Use own clippers, a flat line
For a moment Chris dead
You ever try to give your son an edge up?
Hole in Kid head now brain dead
"God damn it Sheed, give
Him some assistance please, "
I called up Ms chris like
"Chris just might miss this Christmas Eve"
But still, that's not biggie to me
Only way to protect Kid
You gotta put him in the incubator
Head in the container like Mr freeze
Potato put him in a veggie state instantly
Now Swamp got another Kid to feed awww Sheed
Smack jeez Louise, please, would you please
I tried to stretch him but I
Couldn't get him to gurney
It was police inspected and raised
Some questions that concerned me
He had detectives wit' him by
Definition that's a deposition
I had to get him two attorneys
I saw what was about to happen
I had a premonition early two guns, F1-50
The plate was registered to Jersey
The Silverado
(silver auto) clean but the Expedition dirty
Either way I hopped in the truck
For Chaos like a demolition derby dirty
This shit might escalate
(Escalade) if a tool is drawn
Shotgun, looked like I pulled a horn
This shit'll pick up a Jeep
If I'm hangin' back out of the Rubicon
Ayo, against Verb in Lite Work
That nigga choked 'bout 12 times
We are not lyin'
That shit was absolutely absurd unheard
URL, y'all wildin'
Y'all let that nigga leave and go
And get a cobb salad, come back rhymin'
I wouldn't let this nigga say one word
It would've been MAC dumpin', 9 fire
Cans spittin' that's a typical battle rap
Transition for "gun Verb" this dumb nerd
He got this thing that he do when he rhyme
He like to intertwine and the
Way he may perfect it
But, I got this thing that I
Do, I go to the hospital
I make sure every line ain't connected
He took his last breath in seconds
He told me, "Fuck you"
"I'ma fuck your mother is what I replied"
He said, "Go to Hell"
I told him, "Tell the Devil I say 'hi'"
Goin' back and forth with Kid
Like, "I know you are, but what am I?!"
Time

I’m so gifted homie
I could take your little flow
And present a moment skills so potent
I could kill him slowly and give them
A show and still mimic brodie
Like, "I’ll put five behind his head
Listen closely
This lil' bitch will prolly get nasty
It’s a Yoshi pistols loaded
Empty clips on ya bitch tit's
Till then shit's explodin'
That’s two handles on the cup
Now come get ya trophy!" bitch you bogus
It’s seems when you spit those
Schemes it’s a big joke
And that’s a fat shame, knowing Sheed
(she'd) do way (weigh) too much
Guess he think that he Lizzo
And that’s not a shot at bigger queens
It just seems
You got a lot in common with her Sheed
Cause when this squeeze
They gone have to identify your body
Now that’s body positivity!
You got a lot of trickery
That nigga do all this goofball shit
To confuse y’all quick
Cause he knows pullin' off
A separation in material
Is something he can’t do off rip
So what he do? Move all quick
Steady motions
That coincides with every moment
Thinkin' to himself, "If I never stop moving
They’ll never notice" except I noticed
You told Tru Foe "4 by 4 I’ll
Sum it up wit' the 16"
Well it’s clear that math
Wasn’t ever ya thing
Cause you confused multiplication
With addition, and they accepted the reach
But solving problems wit' the hands
Is a lesson I teach so here's a sign
Do you want death or a swing?
Cause that’s the real difference between
A X and a T see I've be reacting
For even the tiniest hassles
Cause, I do the math and
Realize I’ll even split
Your child into halves for a minor infraction
But, I be relaxin'
Cause niggas brag on ratchet clappin'
But they lack the stats to match it
So if you act this matic blastin'
Whatever happens happens Happens
I'll smack the black off rappers
Cause I’m action packed with tactics
We got tit for tat or tat for tit
This tip gon' tap you tappin'
See that’s really pen in (pinnin') action
Alliteration mixed wit' a little bit
Of demonstration with intricate rhythm
Cadence see yo' shit is a pitiful imitation
Of what I can do even your postures awful
You be slouched over, you have to stand
As a man call a chiropractor fam'
And it’s no coincidence that practice
Can improve Happen stance (happenstance)
Boy, I'll pack ya man
And if I hear somethin' from
One of his faggot fans, i’ma pack a Stan
(Pakistan) turn all y'all to a strain called
"grey hair" now that’s ya strand
I'll catch ya man, let a Glock burst
On anybody screamin' "Trophies!"
And got merch
That mean I'm spinning on anything in
That gear, it’s like clockwork Arms, wavin'
He run, I chase him
Cause, I got something for that Trophy shit
Cases! I’m dangerous
Run up on him and let somethin' rip
And if they duck and shit
They get spun again
It’s like I’m late, to conversation
I’m coming back like, "What I miss?"
Boy, I'll up this bitch time

I need y'all to listen
My first daughter was born in Florance
Arizona aye Phoenix
This one of the most beautiful places
I seen in all my nights
A lot of y'all ain't scorn
From the first time ya child was born
I lost my son
So excuse me, my memories not all that bright
I remember bein' in the hospital
Just a little stand off sonic The Hedgehog
I've been through Chaos every
Stage of my life
I was in the hospital just a little silent
I tried to stop myself from cryin'
So I'm a little quiet
When my baby mother was pregnant
I used to talk to her while she's inside it
Even with my finger
I'm talkin' play on her stomach
Like the Little Giants
And back then, my man had
An annexation with Puerto Rico
But the rock he couldn't hide it
We was just a little violent
At 15 I couldn't understand the
Game and it's still vivid
My man made a terrible choice
He ran off on the plug
And they took his parents
I was there when he had to deal wit' it
They grabbed his moms and his pops
And the images are still vivid
Man I could not believe it
The Judge he was facin'
They told him to pick a parent
But he couldn't live wit' it now he on dust
Can't believe he the same nigga we blew
(blue) way too many checks like Elon Musk
Shoot it out with the cops
If they raid the house
Packs down the drain? Nah we don't bust
Just look at our body language
This is potty trainin'
It might look like a Kid but we don't flush
We had for real
I'm talkin' Glocks, rocks, rails, edibles
Sweets ahh
Treats, bails
Tryin' to get a Rollie watch outta
2Pac and the three scales
And on the left some meth and fed Amin
(methamphetamine) all of the details
All of his retail
We really had embalming fluid
I'm talkin' jugs and quarters
In a one ounce vial right now
I could get you an order
Where I keep the bottles though?
That's in the middle console
Cause when the cup holder too small
You gotta make a flip off the water
Fuck drowin' in a shortage
The plug gave me Oxy 5
10's and 20's he said, "You can have it"
He figured the best way to keep kids
Occupied is to give us tablets
The in the bumper, we was stashin'
When I think about Kid Chaos on the road
I think about all the times I had to pee
(two P) in traffic we had ki's and matches
Do you have any idea how much we
Used to move in a day? I'ma let y'all wonder
Donda me, while I'm up here schoolin'
Kid with the yay' ('Ye)
Still confused to this day
My plug committed suicide
I was one of the last people to see him
Prayers send my way
Y'all know how that feel?
Tariq Hill, he left my home
(Mahomes) to a bullet
KC, that's when I went MIA
I'm in a fucked up mental state
You don't even know where I'm at now
Aye Slade sometimes I just roll
Through the city slow
Let the screensaver on Roku know
But it's Chaos all in the background
I came back 'round his son now
Dropped out from a QB to the streets
We ain't understand for him
The boy went from havin' a good
Arm to ownin' a good arm
He'll blam it on ya
I mean from throwin' a bullet
To throwin' a bullet
We ain't understand it for him
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is either
Way that kid got a cannon on him
He don't listen he showin' guns online
I was about to show his mom
But I didn't send it
That nigga hold a gun just like his
Daddy, he can't even deny that kid
It's a splittin' image the love different
It's just a little rough for him
But like a Pop Warner parent
Hey Kid, I'm just a little too tough on him
I called the niggas that got you
And it was up for 'em
Man, y'all might think this shit crazy
But, I lost so many homies
I can host a seance
Y'all might think this material's fire
But y'all are off
Molotov, to me this is just bottle up Chaos
Round

Two rounds down, I just got one mo' rappin'
And I could either drum roll action
Or go back to the blade and just go slashin'
But, if I split him, he
Gone need stitches, you know
After that cut throat action
Now that sound surprisin', but it’s true
Just so (sew) Happens
So Happens, understand the plot can thicken
Yeah, I'ma pompous kid who pop his shit
Wit proper diction meaning I can call you
Narcissistic who’s all pretentious
Or a bitch ass nigga
So either way you don’t got it twisted
But, I'm also poppin' pistols
Also wit' proper grippin'
So I ain't gotta bargain bitch, the only
Thing I got to offer is this, prop position
(proposition) but no shots to women
I’ll just grip yo' wife and squeeze
The life out ya vixen
Bear hug her till she pop a disc then
Get to shakin' back and forth like
I’m tryna mop a kitchen now you the one pale
(pail) leavin' nothing but chunks of
Her and a blood trail
YouTube shit, when I click
They gone have to get the
Bigger picture from a thumbnail
Bruh sellout that is
Cause you told Nunn Nunn it’s common
For black kids not to have they father
Not only is that factually inaccurate
Nigga that’s ignorant
To pretend the kids, from our pigment get
Neglected in a more significant in
Comparison is some silly shit
You don’t even know what the statistics is
The percentages
But it’s always the uniformed who
Swear they got it but it’s very ironic, that
Bar reflects your career
Nigga you barely poppin'
Where’s ya conscious?
It's clear you don’t have that
I never thought I’d see the
Characteristics out a house nigga
Outta yo' black ass you know he woulda been
Samuel Jackson in Django
Talkin' down on his own people like
"Who is that nigga on that nag"?
Bro that’s trash, so I can’t picture Sheed
Being anything other than what he's
Shown us in his history
So when he dissin' me, I feel
Like the polite slave master
"Nigga please,!" i be wiggin' Sheed
You should too
Cause your fuckin' hair been fallin' out
Tryna figure out how to eff wit' me
But see I write wit' ease
(E's) like turnin' that "shed" to "Sheed"
But like I’m beggin', for a second please
Let’s believe
You even had your weapons clean
You still wouldn’t be a rival if you told
Me the time you were expected Sheed
But, I can make somethin' Happen
Like ya mother when she expected Sheed
Don't you mess with me
And don’t you ever think, I’m some small task
I got a complex, I don't trust tall cats
I see yo' shoulder coming up to my nose
And think, "Bump all that" Bruh fall back
Yo' height advantage just make me
Wanna change my fightin' stances
Close the distance that I’ve established
Then a right (write) get landed
Like something I wrote got a hype reaction
But, I be rappin'
Schemin' like I’m scheming to kidnap him and
Kelz to see how I can manage
They’ll get bound together tight wit' latches
Scheming like I’m schemin'
See how I tied 'em back in?
Boy, I be snappin'
Yo' jaw will get wired fractured
Turn that right into a right of passage
Strike so fast that
It's gone look like you movin' forward but
You slidin' backwards like Michael Jackson
I’m on a mission hoe
Swingin' this bitch rather I miss or don’t
I’m in control, meaning they gone find you
Somewhere that’s been remote
I be spittin' though
And you just another body for
The record like I’m
Gettin' quotes Those who try
Me, it's porta potty’s
There’s only one place this shit can go
Cause, I'm a god
And it's more than what I do with these bars
Down to the tunes so I'm truly a star
Think you're provin' me wrong
Go through all my songs
From there you'll be MIA: Music Is Art