URLtv, Midwest Miles, Loaded Lux - Loaded Lux vs. Midwest Miles lyrics

You know he gon' bring the poker game face
He done studied the game tapes
Well let him come
Shit he could tell me what
Side I look better from i'm never sprung
Marks think they test smart
And they step sharp
That's why I make that ass
Look bad like stretch marks
Catch hard feelings and
Slack up like high waters the tides on ya'
I'm back for the side order, try warn him
Man play mega I'm Vega with a pen slip dog
Get ripped more than Schwarzenegger
In the gym shit, day he get a win
There'll be visiting stations
Rivers and nations, Mars'll have civilization
He's a phony henchman you in Lux house
You flinch you get duffed out like
You drinking with Homer Simpson
It's no contending, and this my third hobby


With words I'll be
Next to rule, and I ain't Irv Gotti
Shit moms knew it long
Through it schooling ya'
Jotting my wrongdoings where they duke
It and throwing hadoukens
Ain't no being 'all you can'
B is a dead guy running
His chest lies pumping
His head throb, punches
And his left eye jumping
You repped yo' side, my set gon' ride
Lies, tell me gas prices had you petrified
I shot both sides
When crossing I run the route
I'm the king, I cue pawns, now cut it out
You know what this shit about
Son it's the fling
You gon' either jump in the ring
Or get under the wing
Ain't sharing with the dogs
We got shit to clear the mall
I be in your lobby letting that thing sing
I be airing halls (Aaron Hall)
He don't wanna spar mucus
His bitch spit better, lips wet up
She done been in more laps than Carl Lewis
I write my wrongdoings 'bout life
In the hard ruin the metro card student
He duck and he dodge truant
How you living Miles?
"In my mom's roof I'm hostage
Can't fondle my ostrich
Got a job moving boxes"
I pitch the trap grams
Put down that same hustle

Distribute rap jams my disc get wrapped
Scanned - my lyrics backhand
More DVD niggas tried to put me on a
(onto) Cam than a Diplomat fan
He don't click and clack cans
Miles hit dust if his shot bust
He like a Grand Theft cheat code
His guns just popped up
He gon' say I'm wrong, well, when he right
(write) i come heavy he gon' bitch
Up - this emcee light (MC Lyte)
I come to town like, wallet or I'm violent
I beat you till you leaking violet
And they thought Big was the wildest
'Lux who on your level new?' very few
Measured to a medical incredible never
Met a dude better who
Think they on my pedestal
Get my fist in ya' whole mouth i'm Theraflu
I be knocking these niggas cold out
And I don't hold out
It's strike first then the pipe burst
Might jerk
Squeeze on niggas like tight shirts
Duck or your head a be struck, your life dirt
We come through
Con Edison trucks - you light work

Fake niggas write verses
And fill 'em with lies
But, I see the girl in you Lux
From the bitch in your eyes
Who you fooling? You a chick with a dick
A bitch in disguise
And I'm a real hood nigga
Who would get killed for my pride
I peel with the nine
Bust off my aim dead nice for that 'caine
You get it worse than Harold
Did at the red light
Nigga get your head right
You ain't never did no homi
You a little nigga like Martin
I'm in his apartment like Cole
Well he see me I'm rolling with the Tommy
Tommy gun run out, I'm going for the shotty
Pop him and leave shotgun pellets
All over yo' body
I'm feeling big as Yao Ming
When I'm rolling with the rocket
You's the faggot nigga in jail
Holding niggas' pockets
The way I take his bread I'm
Like a hole in his pocket
Watch sparks fly from the chrome
When I pop it your ho I only pop it when
I'm lazy off the piff
She unzip a nigga pants
And go crazy with the dick
I bust off I'm gone
Man I'm Swayze on the chick
She a jump off, a freak

You having babies with the bitch
The way I fuck the shit out her
She should pay me for the dick
I'ma send her home to you like
"You shady lil' bitch"
The four-fifth spark and it bang you
I done caught more niggas slipping
Than guardian angels
The Desert Eagle put a hole in you
And your guardian angel
I'm on streets and I'm like Satan
And dog is a angel
You see me hunting niggas, mask and a pipe
For them jewels you get your ass
Beat worse than Passion of Christ
I'ma prove this nigga washed up
After tonight if I get close enough
Shit I'm stabbing him twice
Listen, my gun like a good nut
Just something that I had to bust
I seen you couple Smacks ago, hollering
And screaming, spitting on everything
Sounding like Daffy Duck
Two guns up, I'm aiming for it
You Daffy Duck
I was aiming for his head but a
Nigga yelled "Dog somebody tell Daffy duck"
Lil' faggot fuck, I could hardly wait
To expose the nigga from the Nutcracker
Video doing the Harlem Shake
Real niggas gon' see it man, dog is fake
I'm here every month
I see all the money that Harlem make
This nigga wanna be 50
But, you standing in my face
Looking more like Carlton Banks
I'm locked and loaded Lux
When that Lorcin start sparking
Hit his chest, and rip his vest all off him
My killers all awesome I tell
'em kill all 'em catch Lux at the Rucker
He getting more shot often than Spalding
Nigga I'm balling

This is for my niggas up north
Getting full on that jack mac
First Smack back I got a nigga to back-smack
I love it, quit it adjusting your fitted
I'm twisting your cap back
'Cause, I bang hard
These game-card niggas just
Scratching matches (scratch in)
He rapping like he trapping
You sick say to just imagine
You sound like Tinactin
Nigga you tough-acting the fact is
You's a waste of my motherfucking time nigga
You cutting into your mother's
Fucking time nigga
You don't come up and grind with us
I don't owe you no paper
You owe me, fuck is you? I'm doing the favor
The rookies wanna take shots, well
I just get 'em open off the picks
Slick give me that Jigga nigga
'cause he don't know when to quit
I say Miles, leave that bitch
I aim to stiff fit
It's why you lick clit, your dick slip
Wished you could find somebody
You could stick with
It's a picnic out here and only lions eat
And you type, lie and sleep inside the street
Type joes, hit car shows
And pimp the driver's seat
Miles ain't seen flipping doors
(Dawes) before Dominique
I'm in his momma suite
She throating the thing
I tell her wetter better, yeah
Hop up on this pole and spring
(Poland Spring) i ain't rap shit sole
'cause the rap ring hold

Corny niggas they give deals
Like Sach's Fifth Clothes but Lux say
I got a style like I backswing hoes
I'm witty I'm slicker than that
Hair on Nat King Cole
But, you, you sound simple
Real jack-be-nimble
Type a guy just, rock up by with lullabies
I mean, what could you do? Tattle tell
Her in a cellar i sinked the crew
Jumped a nigga for his shoes
I mean, y'all could do it too
So they ain't built like that
Well Loaded, shit I'm just Lux nigga
Skills like that
When you get back to the D, with a L nigga
'Cause you repping, tell 'em
I broke down you, and them D12 niggas
He's a fruit Smack him swift, that's bizarre
He's a con artist playing conniving but
Where's the proof at? Ask the Mook cat
Mention my nickname you probably
Smell shit stains
I'm in the ring breaking 'em
Up like Mills Lane
You's the fucking meal ticket
Cocksucker deal with it
I'm over the hills, tell your guys
Don't die over some hills, bitch
You oughta quit
'Cause, I'll flip like a jolly dolphin
Who ever body guard is
Pushing up flower gardens lie on the track
And die on your back with the trolly charging
Rip your necks out
Poke your chest out like Dolly Parton
This is so Johnny Carson
Which strip you working?
You working, helping other businesses
Bringing in health benefit's
Last battle, you was hungry nigga
Mouth full of spit
You looked like a Mike Epps joke
With the white around yo' lips
Bruising the nigga, thrown in the mud
He was confused from the hit's
He didn't know who he was
He blew through the strip like a Hoover Crip
Throwing up blood
You should brag that b rag that's smart kid
'Cause blood's the only thing the
Tar get from the target he another bad guy
In the Steven Seagal flick
He getting his skull kicked
I wanna see armpit's
And back at the apartment
And this shit looking crucial
Look at me nigga, I did this to you

Last time I checked
I was the man on these streets
They call me 'Barbecue, ' I
Keep heat when it's beef, peep
You had your time and let it pass along
Just another battle rapper
Making trashy songs
You a 'hot 16' nigga, a hot 16 niggas
Ay y'all out the car infrared beam niggas
I'm 'bout my money my paper, 'nah mean nigga?
So for that cream nigga I
Martin Luther King niggas
These rap niggas don't love me
They wanna see me hit
Slumped over in my ride and take my shit
I got news I'm strapped
You can take this clip
Niggas be gangsters and I hate this shit
I can't stand niggas like you
Yeah they make me sick
Type of niggas get all tough on camera
But behind the scenes they take in dick
I ain't with the back and
Forth and slick shit
I get on some quick shit
And pop him in his head
Like "Bitch, come on
Come up out of that bread"

Fuck is he liquored up?
If he was ever sicker than
Lux he was calling nurses
He should be parked in church with
Pastors and psalm verses
Sketched out getting
Stretched out in long hearses
Liars should be put in a box for con verses
Don't talk to me in battles like
You could afford a castle yeah you a baller
You always walking where you travel
I point rock his joints pop
And your joints lock
And Blimpie, it's like Pippy
I come with a long stocking
Who in here think he hot? See
You remind 'em of O'Neal
They probably think you should kill but
You ain't got no shot
You ain't in the block when the flow is mean
All he sold is green
You ain't ever pumped 'dro till
You heard 'Shoulder Lean'
He know I'm gon' bring it when I bet
I'm with his set, that nigga
Bars needs a Boost nigga, where you at?
Get this scaredy cat a bottle of Ritalin
Hollering riffing
This little pussy gotta be kidding
The word out, yeah
You the nigga they work with
I knew you was providing the names
From when we was conversing i told him
I got a lot of spots
'cause I'm trying to gain
You know what he say? I
Should try a different detergent
You'll settle for airbags, I need a jet
Like I'm selling cheese from TV
I need the aircraft
Make the cheddar stretch I mean
I'm hitting every step
Shit, Roseanne old man, I'm doing heavy sets
Yeah flex

Poke your chest make your shirt break
Fake Superman
Worst shape small desk and some workspace
Your Clark Kent whimps ain't
Worth squirt Mase he humble in the jungle
He wouldn't rumble an earthquake
He faking, I'm funky with it
Fungus with a thousand punches
I be coming up with shit
You swear I'm coming down with something
See y'all nothing
Pump him, get his jaw spread
Boston should market this beef
I want the bull's head
Long bread, if I can't get broke off, he will
Walk with a cane, cause you old dog
You ain't no menace to society
He Chauncey, sit in the pad mad
Pistol whipped 'cause he grabbed half
Ms Pinkett's ass as
His niggas kick in the pad and
The remote then they laugh
This look like Lux on his tape
Whipping your ass
This shit sad, you shoulda stuck to hustling
You pack bags i'm bad, you fucking garbage
Man you rap trash who you gon' blast?
Who you smoke last nigga?
You wouldn't take out takeout
Broke-ass nigga you smoke trash nigga
Your weed look like parsley
I hit that Marley
I dangle 'round the angels like Bargsley
Arch, seat back, the Cris' gone like Farley
Bangers in the change and the
Car tunes ain't Archie
It ain't a beat I kills later
You weak on the ball Screech
Catch me in the cut
If your broad peep she fuck
'Cause you can't fuck and I ain't picking up
When the call beep
Bitch to smush, she just a nut
Gnarls Barkley
She fucking crazy, was never Usher lady
Gold digger with some broke nigga
That had Busta baby
I told Kanye b, "You slip that mickey
To that mouse she ain't a minis"
He like "Yo send me these samples"
She a bug bunny, like to
Get her jelly jammed, eff her man
Play him on every hand
His tool won't fly like Peter Pan
And if it did, never land

Fuck the guns
Take it hand-to hand I fight your ass
When it's time to ride this nigga
Claiming that his license bad
I ain't the type to brag but I bust a gun
And I be damned if I lose to a
Faggot-ass nigga that still suck his thumb
Your life on the line, you should fucking run
I pulled the gun that nigga froze
He's fucking dumb you had a little buzz Lux
What the fuck happened?
You in videos shaking your ass
More than you are rapping
I'm a captain with beams and clips
Since that one hot Smack battle
We ain't seen you since
I squeeze the fifth with the meanest clip
And if I say he's a bitch I mean the shit
I hold the shit