URLtv, Serius Jones, DNA - Serius Jones vs. DNA lyrics

I almost skipped out on this battle with you
Mrs jones but, I got paid a lot of
Money from Smack White
But, I'm terrible at saving it, though
So pardon me while I calculate
My expenses from last night
Flew in two bad bitches from Cali
Spent about 15 hunnid on that flight
Lost 4K in the strip club
But still got the bottles for half price
Lost eight bands playin’ roulette, but
Word to Tay Roc, that's lite
Woo! Now before we start
I just had to get the math right
Now, a lot of y'all fans
Feel like I’m predictable, right?
It's to the point y'all had me
Second guessing my own lines
Well, if that's the case and I'm predictable
Ain't Aye Verb every time he do a show time?
Ain't Hitman with a remix? Ain't Con
With a slow it down?
I ain’t payin’ y'all no mind
And who cares if y’all tired of me?
I'ma be on Nome 6, 7, 8 and Nome 9
Now, for Nome 5, first
You gon' get eight in your spine
With this fifth in hand
The Carbon 15 second clips, that's Instagram
Fuck goin’ long, it bust quick
I'm a minute man
Have something here in both sides
Like the middle man
Jones, this ‘bout to be a body
He won't get to stand i'm a different man
My heart stone cold and I'm with the cans
If the crowd don't like it
I might steal a fan
For talkin' silly, the four is with me
Lieutenant Dan if I aim at your crew
I ain't saving a witness
Long nose with the blazer
I'm naming it Pippen
Let a finger ring on his

Bitch like I'm makin' commitment
So if I say a time is on his back
It'll retire Jersey like I
Played for the Pistons
Lettin' my gun speak, rollin' one deep
Security let me sneak this in like subtweet
Fuck if his windows is tinted
I'll hit the front seat
They'll be movin' out in a minute
That's a sublease
But this new rapid style got me actin' wild
Math tapped your chin
I'm breakin' you to fractions now
It's like the Mayweather fight when
We hear you rappin' now
They all saying "Man, he lost it
" that's Pacquiao the punches I pack, man
Will leave his shit cracked
And I'm the shit, Smack
Revolver, let's see him bare cans when
He see what this six pack
Billy Dee Williams
If this old nigga hair gets slicked back
Colt 45 in his mouth, I dare him to sip that
Jones, I'm on a different level
Won't get to settle
If it's beef, he'll be at the bottom
Forget Stilettos
Said your bitch got the strap
Told me your clip is special
If that's the one you marrying, Jones
I'll strip the medal
And I heard Lush One deaded you on some racks
How you let that sucker expose you?
Now you back on URL ‘cause
Them fuckers disowned you
And you said you was gon' shoot ‘em and still
Ain't get the funds that he told you
Well, good news, I spoke to Lush
Now here's the bucks that he owe you
You one of the worst, word to Eric
You in for a long sermon
Be smart or see hawks as
Soon as I call Sherman
You got killed in the six
They set you up with the wrong person
The way he lost to ICE, man
I thought you was George Gervin
But word to my bro Charlie
I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
Except this clip'll chill a Jones before I
Do the other scheme with it
Now, I ain't gon' bug out, Jones
And pass the speed limit
So I'ma show you how to murder
A nigga in three minutes

Niggas get shot every day, B
But, I got snuffed okay, I still got paid
Washed him on the beach
And he showed proof on Instagram sayin'
He ain't have a face mark
But what you do when you got your teeth
Punched out your mouth in a fight?
Oh, that's right! You made
Being toothless your trademark
I mean, you almost lost to an adolescent
So let's add a lesson
‘Cause you could still use
Some lessons growing' up
But, you put them with me on
The stage at the same time
And I'll have both y'all chests throwin' up
The concrete jungle, this my gym
So ain't gon' be no monkey bars ‘cause
I don't play on these grounds
And if it's man hunt, I'ma find him, though
But, it's ironic, though
‘Cause you remind me of that kid who
Cheats playin' hide n go seek
Because you actin' like you
Blinded with your numbers, but you peeked
A long time ago! See
Some of the best soldiers
Died behind these bars you Guantanamo
I'm gettin' paper like Lionel, though
Richie, and I don't wanna sing on your group
Pause, ‘cause y'all don't even
Get common dough
I mean how you think your bars got reception?
You ‘bout as famous as a wedding singer
I told a bitch I was battling DNA

She thought I was goin' on Jerry Springer
I mean I got cribs, so you do the math
‘Cause, I could just steal the
Shit out of holmes, but I'm not a burglar
So you talkin' ‘bout a niggas rap career?
That's like a bum peakin' through
Your window criticizing the furniture
They been fuckin' with the god emcee
But that's beyond sayin'
It's just been so long that I get a
Kick out of talkin' with the ratchet
So I took seven off, came back and had three
Smack or not, they all arguable for classics
I mean even at Summer Madness when
We seen how buster Math is
They seen I ain't bury him and
Said church was your plot
I said some dirt you just
Don't drop without a casket
So sweat on my forehead
On my waist a hot barrel
My former chicken's will tell you
I raised the stakes with beef
You heard? Not cattle
See, Clips showed y'all my
Rounds was still fire
Lyt showed y'all I can time travel
ICE was for the block, but this is my
Don't-ever-say-Ididn't-give-a young-nigga-a-shot
Battle you said Lush, right?
Well, it's too many Lushes in this culture
Hangin' around bars, but tryna cheat tabs
And they say I'm a outcast, well I guess so
You know why?
‘Cause, I will let that big boy perform
If I'm missin' three stacks, see, i'm Math
Now that won't just clean out wallets
We scheme on watches
Matter fact, you don't own a watch
But watch the scheme when I scheme on watches
See, I could be off yesterday
But, I would be on tomorrow
I went to the D, had X-Factor in cold sweats
I told him, "Your time is ticking and I
Know you ain't real, you better roll, x"
My massage lady said, "Ooh, nice watch
" I said, "You bright, ling"
But, if he rub me the wrong way
Then I could puncture the right spot
Take half your head off like Casio
And after that plastic ‘round your face
I bet your G shocked
I said cheers to the legends that
Know how this power last
Your time done slipped away
It's too late for you to
Drink out of our glass
You better bring the TEC, the
Marina 'cause it's so big
It cover the wrist
Act rocky ‘round my band and
We'll freeze your face
I'll tell my niggas the code word
For "DNA" is "3: 45"
That means put hands on him either way, ayy!
They told me to call you A Town
I said "I'ma just drop you on your head
" like what left you crazy
Serius Jones vs dNA? Oh, I get it, Smack
The first battle rapper tested on the Tube
Vs the battle rap test tube baby
Now, you crazy

Mrs jones, Mrs jones, Mrs jones
If I see you anywhere
I done shocked this herb
I'm glad you called me A Town
You know what that means? I got the bird
Run up on him, he mention Jerry
Springer, that shit is corny, though
Now I gotta pop ‘cause DNA's
On the Maury Show
Yesterday, a nigga called me up
They told me Jones was too ill
I said "That's ironic ‘cause I'm too ill too
" Jones at Nome, I beat Young and
Will, that's two Ills too, jones
And I got Chills to chill, I was too ill too
Jones what, you don't get it? At
Nome, I had two Ills, two Jones
And it's the sam result when
I split you in two, jones
His face'll fall, I'll break ‘em all
Jones get me pissed off, can't wait to stall
With the dick, your bitch could take it all
Call her Tom Brady the way
She deflate the balls
But this nigga tight, though
That should not concern ya a shot'll hurt ya
Your career should've been took a hike
Roethlisberger if I scream "Bill Collector
" just know that I got the burner
If I swing the bat, man

Just know that I got the murder
Last event was 750, that was a major buzz
This TEC smokin' left chest open
That's vapor rub
Now I'm runnin' in the school
Just to aim a slug
So you'll see a Mac comin' out
The locker like player's club
But, you said I almost lost
On Rookies vs vets
Well, now, I'm runnin' in his office, Chess
Bow! Threw up the first round
They couldn't get it off his chest
The cop said whoever did it must've had
Something to get off his chest
But the bullet was so big
They couldn't get it off his chest
I'll lift his–
Yo, Serius Jones, you fuckin' up a bad rhyme
Nigga, stop talkin' when I rap
You saw what happened last time
Now, as I was sayin'
I'll lift his soul, then hit his bones
Gettin' brave out of left field
I'll chip a Jones
Have these bullets stuck tight through
His body like fitted clothes
Like a hurricane, wait for war to break out
And they missin' holmes
I will not lose to this pop dude
When I send a K through five
It is not school
You don't even get love in your
State as a top dude
Jay-Z, you got niggas thinkin' rockin'
With Jersey is not cool
Get introduced to this arsenal
You love the shot
Try to surf through my hood, you'll run a lot
Leave with a top red, your mother popped
The impact of the shotgun was so loud
You could hear it on 400 block
But edit son out
Don't ever put his verses with me
The real niggas is from Newark
They be on the curb with pizzies
If you lose live, then on cam, then
I'm takin' this 30 with me
That last scheme was the closest you
Ever been to a Jersey city
But my mob'll sit him down
My clique the truth
Fuck it, I'll give Suge a ray
Then split his roof
Thinkin' you could gamble with me
‘cause of my missin' tooth
Eddie Murphy in Harlem Nights
I'm quick to shoot
Got a bunch of punchlines and I got in my bag
Jones, I'm killin' you with them
You gotta be mad
I wasn't even gon' shoot him
Started droppin' the mag'
Then feel like Derrick Rose
At the last second, put a shot in his calf
As far as punchlines
You ‘bout to get a serious dose
I'll split you down the middle like
A Philly, is he serious, dose?
I got a left, got a right
Call it Serius Dose
Get your hat close, you'll have
The same fate as Serius, dose
Shout out to my nigga Math, though
‘cause you don't got bars like that
Heard he tapped your chin
Guess you got a jaw like that
I'll just swing on him again just to
See if he got more like that
But don't worry, in that third round
I'm bringin' them bars right back

Now, I guess that's the
Worst thing that could
Happen to a nigga is gettin' snuffed
But the last time on Smack
I brought them butts so y'all can see bubble
But what if I gun-butt him
'til the clip falls out
Then Clips falls out
Then start the second round goin' off
His head? Is that a rebuttal?
See, they call me The Battle Killer
He's buggin? Time
And we spray in sect's over ours, nigga
Even if he did make some butter fly and
Had a bunch of arms on him
That still don't make this cat a pillar
You said "You got your man, I got
My gun, let's have a two-on-two", right?
Bitch, you won't pull carts
Well, you got two? I got two more for us
That makes 10 and we play full court
See, they say tied in with them Muslims
But, you ain't know what type
Of guy you facin'
Because when I let the piece be unto you
It'll be more than a pool
The blood should've told you
Slime'll lake him
I told him I'm ‘bout these millions, man
March, but he wanted a hollow in his
Ear before he hear a Don
You never been behind real bars
That's why you scared of mine? Oh, I get it
Black men is stirred up ‘cause
They fear a con
You say Allah? That's not islam
‘Cause, I'm plugged in eatin'
All over the US, b
But they wanted to see D rhyme a don
No, I'm not Isis, but I do terrorize online
It's funny, ‘cause in the beginning
You had a few W's
But after that last dot, you calm
What, I gotta put it in URL or somethin'?
But, I'ma do you biblical
‘Cause, I could've been in Paris
Makin' dollars forgivin' Eric's sermons
If I was in the garden of Eden

I would've been charming' the serpent
Have the Virgin Mary twerkin' burnin' bushes
Shit, I even got Moses to light it
Had Abel sniffing' ‘caine
David gettin' stoned with Goliath, see
He brewed this and I don't know what kind of
Christian or Jew this is
But y'all know what a Judas is
And he was hangin' off my wood
Now you wanna cross me?
That's somethin' that your crew should fix
Jesus! He had 12 disciples?
Well, this shotgun tell a different
Saga if you understand, my Lord
‘Cause, I got a 12 and if you diss, I pull
And put your last supper
On Clips' Grandma's wall
How could you call me a hypocrite or
Front on me ‘cause I'm livin' lux'?
And I never even act religious
But, I prayed over every bag I saw
Yeah, I'm sacrilegious
Charlie, you just got here? But
It's too late for him to panic on you
Since Shine did the professor, well
I'ma go mechanic on you
See, if I go under your hood
It's to fix somethin'
‘Cause, I got the tools and
If I gotta press you, i know which buttons
For instance, you got a battery in your back
But there's a positive and a negative
Just don't be on the wrong side, then
‘Cause when you get jumped, if
You cross the medal wrong
You gon' see them sparks flyin'
Ayo, K-Shine, the way my family slide
It's electric
I said, I'll take the cord out your wall
Plug your eye sockets
It don't matter, big body or compact
I could lift ‘em all these punks hydraulics
Plus, I'm a welder
So I'll pull a mask down and we fire blue
You been flat in the tube
But, I bet they take you off
The wheel after I retire you
To keep it funky, you stink
But, I do got some spray that
I could loan to you, squirt
You say that I wasn't battling?
How was I broke then, you jerk?
He just wanted the dope shit back first
So now I'm back on Smack
Like the methadone didn't work work!

I said my nigga Mr jones
Did a mechanical scheme
That shit was hot, man, listen
But, I think you in the hood more than
Me ‘cause you be on a transmission
But, see I'm a animal in the ring
I ain't scared to kill
So like a drunk driver, if
This fist don't do it, then staring will
Now, Smack called me, I was gettin' some head
He said, "I got a battle for you and it
Might involve you gettin' some bread"
I jumped up, grabbed my tooth out the water
Pushed the bitch off the bed
I said, "Whenever, whoever
That nigga is dead" then he said
"You remember money that used to
Battle at the Fight Klub?"
And then I thought of you and my
Face lit up like a light bulb
Now, in that battle
You could've had a serious murder
But he ain't take you serious, murder
That's why they got the experts waitin'
See, was you the victim or the victor? We
Couldn't tell by the steps to trace it
See, if murder was the case
When they went back and
Checked the statements
They wouldn't need DNA on
A scene for investigation
Now somethin' tells me in
That battle you thought
You was the person to get personal
News flash, Jones, it didn't work for you
Mook kept killin' shit, as far as careers
It got worse for you
And after Murda Mook murdered you
It was seven whole years
Nobody heard from you
Then the industry said fuck ‘em and
You came back ‘cause he folded
Had a couple good lines
But never killed any opponent

Battled ICE and stayed in the six
I was startin' to think that you homeless
Out of all the battle rappers
You might be one of the oldest
Are average a million views
He ain't one of the coldest
Nas got the Henny commercial
Couple cribs that he ownin'
Jim got Love & Hip-Hop
He get that check with a bonus aw, Serius
You ain't keepin' up with the Jones's
What happened to you, Celine? This
Nigga's pop, so, nigga, stop
Actin' like this shit here's my biggest shot
In the Fight Klub days, your shit was hot
I heard they gave you Jin, now lick a shot
Just ‘cause they put Jin at risk
Don't mean that I'm generous
I'm a god and I'm endin'
This chapter the genesis
This a new generation and it's time
You get set in your place
It's all about generating views and you don't
Get ‘em at an exceptional rate
See, I'll never have to battle
You an my legacy's straight
So you pushing Jin aside'll never bring
An end to my race i'm still killin'
The league gettin' cash on the block
And you thought you ended Jin's career?
Your ass should just stop
When Iron beat him, he turned Christian
The passion had dropped
The way he got Jin to switch
I thought he was the Kardashian's pops
And I'm schoolin' you on your
Dumbass how to maneuver too
When this drop, it be a big round
That's a hula hoop
Hoffa decked you right on stage
That was your funeral
Since you had that problem with Math
I gotta tutor you
Before the Don mentioned you
You barely had life in this thing
Him bringin' up the multiple choice made
It all exciting and things
It was like the UFC
Not ‘cause Math gave you a
Right in this thing
‘Cause without John, Jones
You wouldn't have a fight in this ring
And now, let's talk about DTP ‘cause
That shit is important
You thought makin' song after song
Your shit'll be scorchin'
He figured if he got on his hustle and flow
He'll get figures that's awesome
And when Luda heard your tape
He threw that shit in the toilet

They dropped you! They dropped
You! They dropped you!
You are trash, nigga, I am better than you
And you're broke
I got paid more cheddar than you
Serius Jones? A legend to who?
‘Cause when it's all said and done
I'll be a bigger legend than you
It's round three, it's gettin' hot in here
Let this old washed up nigga know my slogan
Get him the fuck outta here!
Hell no! Get his crew the fuck outta here
Get Serius Jones and get that
"Woo" the fuck outta here
Get everybody that hated and thought I was
Gon' lose the fuck outta here
One legend down
Get Murda Mook the fuck outta here

Okay, you know what? So I guess
That's all you gotta do
Talk about shit you never did
And that shit sucks
How you gon' talk about a nigga got dropped
When you never even got picked up?
I mean your name is Eric Wright… Eric, right?
Well, this is too easy, E
‘cause you ain't sick
I said you like the root of your battle rap
You go so hard
You freestyle and you can't quit
But, it's fucked up
Your last name is the one thing
You just can't get… right but, see
You know what? I'm not sayin'
You battling' me is wrong
But, you definitely not in your right mind
‘Cause yes, you in the right place
But this is definitely not the right time
See, I'm Mr right, you thought I lost my turn
Nah, I just went left like I missed a right
But, see, I'm from a family of hustlers
Broadway like
We all know you from a family of fiends
But that makes sense because
The customer's always right
I said, now, Mr wright
I know you couldn't pick your name when born
And I know your pops died and
I ain't tryna play your moms
And two wrongs don't make a right
But two Wright's actually made a wrong
See, I be wiggin' on niggas, yeah
I drag queens and you ain't even got no
Pull on them rounds
Ain't that a drag queen?
Now, I ain't tryna turn this to
No Jersey vs queens shit
But, I bet it ain't gon' be a quiet
Room no more after this Queens flip
I said yo, when I first touch the mic
I was tryna reach Jackson heights
This a story of hustler's diploma
Champagne vs beer
‘Cause when I was in Jamaica pissin'
Dog pee on the palm trees
You were still flushin' Coronas, see
You think you got somethin' hood in store
For me? Then the Cal'll see him
This that A train to the last stop
You called Tay Roc a fake Surf
Then he washed

You, you ain't have to take it that far, roc
You asked "Is he the best in Queens?" You
Gon' hear a whole lot of nahs
So I could kill you with Queens emcees
‘Cause everybody know SJ is the jam master
But niggas damn near run when D emcees
I mean you think he is not
Ass? Then y'all lost, boys
‘cause he Mr cheeks
I don't even need two L's, just a cool J
He act swole, I hit the lick
Then make him kiss the piece
So, you know what? It's a couple other
Niggas from Queens y'all think so great
Seen Hollow ridin' on a Dino
I said "Get the fuck outta here"
What you doin' on a GT for, H?
I mean, that's your slogan
But, it's gon' seal your own fate
‘Cause, I'ma tell y'all what GTFOH'll
Stand for in your case
Okay, it could be "Got the face of hurt"
Or "Go to free stores over hyped, " nah mean?
Matter fact
It should be "Got to fix oral hygiene"
I mean get the fuck outta here
You thought you was gon' get
The fight off? How?
You seen how I handle Clips
But, I been got the fuck outta here
But, you can get this fade on the house
I said you ol' as-long-as-I
Don't-lose-that bad-I'm-still-a-winner ass
Nigga me eating you is not even helping me
You microwave dinner ass nigga
I mean, you be with rats and
You got Clips' wood in you
You Master Splinter ass nigga
I mean I'ma leave your wig on
The car dash he in
You Bruce Jenner ass nigga
I said, you know what? Okay
Get your battling 14 times a
Year the fuck outta here
Get your battling women and
Children and you still
Actin' top tier the fuck outta here
Get your never havin' a deal or a song
But talkin' ‘bout niggas careers
The fuck outta here matter fact
Get that "Get the fuck outta
Here" the fuck outta here!