URLtv, Jerry Wess, Tech 9 - Tech 9 vs. Jerry Wess lyrics

Let's get straight to the
Motherfuckin' body bag
This ratchet allergic to Blowpops and jokes
It don't lollygag i roll up on him like
He got the wrong prescription then peel
(pill) back ya style like ya bitch
Left you with blue balls you still wack
But, I can help you wit' ya set ups
Get ya stills up baby, like puttin' an
Extra floor in the psych ward
Now the build up crazy
My word play's sick and the
Schemes be very hard
Like startin' fights in clubs
I punch in every bar
He with his chick in the Nissan, I off his
(Office) Max, they froze up if she stay
Pull a trigger and let the chrome bust
Put three holes in 'em, for the paper
Now your soul dust
That bar may go over they heads
But, you smacks his hands gon'
Catch the whole punch
If I see the bull comin', I lift it
Like a matador a gun inside of a fire truck
I put the ladder on arm in the blade
Baracka style how I'm slicin' dawg
All he gon' see is the Tommy with the dagger
Look like I'm callin' for the dragon sword
See that two, it rain man, from The Glove
It's on bitch, that mean you catch the rock
Off GP like Shawn Kemp
He get mixed, Jesus Christ
Watch him spin and he twirl
I give him Hell on Earth if he box
Have him rememberin' Earl
You gon' get one, hit God
Tryin' to pretend for ya girl
Cause the only way ya arm will get in
(Armageddon) if it's the end of the world
Now they said you was a threat
Must've missed that
I see my niggas and tell 'em, "Clear it out"
Like this a mismatch
The shotty no joke, think I'm playin'
Sayin' get back
This shit Kid N' Play dances
It's best known for the kickback
So you got two choices
Be the bitch or the shooter
Drive-by in a taxi I let it lift
(Lyft) out the Uber
That ratchet hear you talkin'
But it don't get to her
Silencer, talk to your soul
It's a ghost whisperer
My style cold, his timid and it isn't violent
Write the way I fight, in the pen' crazy
Like prison riots
I start bookin' through ya block
Dumpin' wit' the heat
Me and Gandhi tryin' to be president
I'm runnin' wit' the piece (peace)
You gon' earn (urn) this death
Cremation the only thing they can do to you
The bullets is throat lozenges
It won't be no coughin'
(coffin) at the funeral
Beat me? You got it all the way twisted
Like a long dread
Neo and Morpheus, I had to choose to pill
(peel) with a bald head
I gun butt him, and from the D, Wade
I black wit' the piece
Think URL sponsored Miami
Y'all gon' see this nigga Smack wit' the Heat
What I did for battle rap- what
HE did for battle rap, was monumental
Now I think you crazy, in my mind you mental
But, you a vet', right?
And I seen your team work but before
Get to thatlet me scheme first
I'm in the limelight, it'll
Appears your shorty, see a money move
I fig' he can't be mad at
Me for what his honey do (honeydew)
She call me papa yeah (papaya)
Tight, but you soft wit' it
Before he come to where I live
(olive) , I'm on his porch wit' it on key we
(kiwi) move in, slammin' on your door
I see ya mom moms - BAH! 'Nana
(banana) on the floor!
My main goal to find ya boys and bury her
(boysenberry) , that's karma, damn it
If this fruit wishin' to get smacked
My palm'll grant it (pomegranate)
He been dead, for the headshot
Stretch a zombie my niggas like, "Nah let me
Kill him for you", and I catch it probably
My niggas like, "Dude
Tech bad it's gon' be a homi"
Instead I did a trust fall
Cause if I fall back he gon' catch the body
You smokin' me?
Wait, wait, wait, in his interview
He said I couldn't get the Benz
Somebody lied to you
So I pulled up, in a Bentley
With the wider view
"Jerry Wess, I know you the man, nigga"
I'm remindin' you! I give you a head start
Before I start shootin', i'm timin' you
Who the fuck said you gon' beat me?
Who put Molly in your Sprite?
I'm showin' y'all the new Batman suit
This the body of the night (knight)
Time nigga

Can y'all hear me? Well aight then
You good? Well aight then
SPI two TAGE
Y'all motherfuckers get it right Wayne AVE
Smack, I'm pissed the fuck off
I should've been on Rookies vs vets
I'm a vet, he ain't even a rookie
Far as I'm concerned
You ain't make it to the pros
You still tryin' to crack your way in
You like Pookie the way I switch the Camaros
Up remind you of Tookie
You're all on social media sayin' anything
Like Kanye remindin' me of Gucci
92% of you battle rap niggas is pussy
Get on social media talkin' heavy
Then at the end of the sentence it's a "lol"
Or a smiley face and that mean you pussy
If it's beef, we don't LOL or smiley face
The K clip curl, put it in the middle of a
Circle and make a smiley face
Suge askin' niggas what they life like
I need answers i'm strong like Hitman mom
When she fightin' cancer
I just in the ring like
Ali and get to dancin' all body shots
Cause they hay makers is only
Effective if you land 'em
Y'all thought I was dead, but ya boy is back
Back in the buildin'! I was never dead
Y'all should've checked my coffin: it
Had scratches on the ceilin'! Light bars
The fuck is light bars? That mean
You write nothin' but filler
No disrespect to Tay Rocman fuck Tay Roc
I don't give a fuck about
These rap nigga's feelings
You battle rap niggas is
Tooo fuckin' friendly
Do the fans really believe y'all
Got a grudge? Hardly
You know who fucked battle rap up with all
That smilin' and buddy buddy shit? Charlie
But, I ain't gon' knock ya drug
What you smoke don't make me high
My tolerance level is like Marley
Machine gun, it sound like playin' with the
Gas throttle on a Harley
I hate these personal angles
It's like y'all out here
Doin' detective's work
All this rattin' got it lookin' easy
Y'all ain't even makin' detectives work
Well I'm on angles too
I spot a scheme and the TEC will squirt
German Shepard with the handle
I start barkin' soon as I detect the work
Why you talkin' greasy? Why you
Got your chest poked out?
Why you wanna be a gangsta?
All them niggas is dead or
In the death row house
You should've been a gardener
Your flowers would've been the best ones out
Or a male stripper, pause
You'll show daylight would've been
The first one down
Roses, blossoms, fire, Dhalsim
Duct tape, gasoline, douse him
Light a match
He gon' be a burn victim if I allow him
Promethazine, I get rid of
That cough like Delsym
Rain, Hell, sleet or snow, I get the doe off
You make it rain, I make it blizzard
I got the broom on ya window like
I'm tryin' to take the snow off
Which one of you niggas wanna be a
Show out? Or be the show off? If I show out
Smack gonna have to cut the show off

This battle rap shit be funny and
I'ma do what I can
The matchups be hella weird and
Messin' up my plans
Even niggas ask me 'bout battlin'
Surf and that's my man
Even Smack wanted me to kill Tay in
Front of the millionsof the Roc (k) fans
Now is he Gun Titles or nah?
Either way it be hella tragic
But, you look disloyal behind niggas backs
Hella stabbin' if I put him on my team
One eye open I'm never slackin'
I already know he gonna try and cross him
He telegraphing
I'm here for DWI and a drunk driver
Mr bean with gonorrhea, I'm dumb fire
His chick immature, I'll rock her
They say this nigga wild, she pregnant?
I put her head in her stomach
She can talk to her inner child
I'll put you in a hospital
Just to pull a cord, they all shot
Flatline, the shit sound like I'm buzzin'
Him out the porn shop
It's levels to this, don't stare 'case
(staircase) you duckin' me hella late
I'm in the buildin', still clickin' like
"Where the fuck is the elevator?"
For SM6, I want a bigger name than you
Someone vicious
But these vets be actin' like tampons
Stuck up bitches
I should've iced him, before he
Walked in the venue, that was the code word
Or sparks in his face before he
Get in the ring Goldberg
A few said this could be
Classicit might be Tech
Before check, I planned on zippin'
You up, work to Nike, tech
I'm aimin' for Head & Shoulders
Hopin' he wild out i just got here
(hair)
I'm already scratchin' the surface dry scalp
I'ma talk about your career goin' to waste
But I'm still braggin'
Now your strap off the waist like my
Belt on but I'm still saggin' these two K's
Don't look live when they glitch on you
Put a bomb in ya crib then blow ya
Spot up like I snitched on you
I put you in Davy Jones locker
Yo' hoe can get torched better
They'll find you underwater with your chess
(chest) sunk in (sunken) like lost treasure
Doin' it for your mans won't help the team
There's nothin' pickin' up this ugly ratchet
This bitch got low self-esteem
You think niggas is tryin' to come
Back and battle Tech 9?
As blasphemous as it seems, you number
30 in the Royal Rumble
Nobody comin' after you in the ring
Yo, I said this Hulk
Rock the crowd like the song stay lit
But this punch silence the crowdlike
The bar ain't hit i iced the hater sayin'
"Who Wess?" They stasis? Cryos nigga
They mad I got to the URL hella fast
I got files nigga
You said you would kill me, but you would not
Burning a Klan member, I got the hood hot
Whatchu got won't work, so pardon you
Now it's steel
(still) on your grill like burnt barbecue
War wounds in the field nigga, I got my scab
The 9 kickin', soon as I pick it up like-
("You're not my dad")
Listen up, I got the juice
Now, see your broad, the Glock will peel
Pull a Kendrick, hit ya bitch up
(bishop) in an alley when I'm poppin' steel
She callin' you up then I dump it in her back
I take her out The Matrix
She already plugged for runnin' to the jack
Now he back on SMACK
You takin' who's careers?
Nigga you'se James Bond
Niggas be playin' you for years
My shooter? Pop an E then
(Ethan) Hunt, changin' the game prolly
So if every Mission: Impossible
I'm usin' the same Tommy
This nigga don't move nothin'
I know what this lame 'bout
Comin' out the closet the only way
He bring the flame out
But this battle, was kinda last minute
Let's be honest
It took about two weeks to get
Money on this card direct deposit
But P told me if I raise a
(razor) blade, I'd get more plates
Razor blades! More plates!
Razor blades! More plates!
I heard you work security at a mall place
You lookin' fat in your late 30's
Why the long face?
Get him the fuck outta here!

Deaf, dumb and blind
But he will not return to the right path
Deaf, dumb and blind
When you go brain dead from a right jab
You say you got the right plan
We in crisis mode and you wanna
Name yourself after a white man the coonery
The foolery they usin' me
Sharpshooters catch 19 from 60
I know that's somewhere in Wess eulogy
Fuck ya swag
That Burberry and Louie only makes
You a punchin' bag up ya brand
Manage ya business how many deeds you hold?
You into brand names
Til a bitch bleach ya clothes
Play sharper, if you do
(doo) rags you wave (way) smarter
You name chasin'
It's all cotton that's owned
By the slave farmer
You spend $350 on a Burberry
Shirtjust to look cool
I put that $350 to my daughter's
Tuition she gon' cook school you put $10
000 on a Bentley car note so you fly whippin'
I put that $10, 000 on a mortgage
The dinning room got sky vision
Roll the dice, gamble witcha life
Two 2's you gonna see this 4
Gamble witcha life Wess and I'll have you in
A box dressed like the casino floor
My girl said I look too gangsta
Want me to cut my beard off
She in the crib, rantin' and ravin'
Scratchin' the serial numbers off the 9 the
Only way I get a clean shavin' (shaven)
You'se a new comer
You still tryin' to catch up
To my old numbers
I was in the midwest runnin'
Through Miles the first Summer
Madness, I'm mad piff he's flaky dandruff
Inspectah (Inspector) , Deck he get his legs stretched before he pull a Gadget
Ratchet, this ass whoopin' y'all asked it
Tinactin, he's Actin Tough, tough actin'
I'm in Brooklyn all up in your videos
Puff dancin' the game done changed
Too many lames that's why I
Don't play 'round fleas
The gun come wit' a magazine cartridge
That's unlimited like the playground leagues
Ox him in his throat, oxygen tank
The doc gotta get air to his lungs
PS1 controller
Cause you gon' have a cord attached
Just to play witcha son
Or I can put this knife down, dip
Swole your shit oh you talkin' burners? Cool
I come through with the 4 too
Like it's over at six
Take ten paces and spin, I spin that six
He reachin', i shoot his hand and his
Gun drop through his pants gun in his boot
They gon' think he died in Iran
After I shot himi ran
The fuck am I supposed to do?
Keep ya friends close and your enemies closer
All my enemies unapproachable
They ain't think I would be
The one smokin' you
Instead they should've told you
Never try me fam'
You should be worried when you see me
Pull up in that sloppy van
And the windows rolled down and
I extend ya hand ya man runnin'
BAOW! Body bag, your right hand runnin'
BAOW! Body bag, he runnin' bAOW! Body bag
The coroner gotta put his body
Bag in a body bag

Let's keep it real
I was supposed to battle QPbut his phone died
At first I ain't know it was Qleen
I was writin' for Quantum the whole time
Beasley hit me like, I got a vet
For you, he owe me a favor
I'm callin' him right now i'm thinkin'
"Awesome rex damn Beasley you must be ballin'
Or maybe it's X-Factor no
Goodz it don't matter out the four of them"
Beasley said
"Your guess was hella close cause this
Nigga lost to all of 'em"
Now honestly they tried to convince
Me you not a bum
You scream "body bag" when every other
Battleyou was comin' outta one
DNA took your slogan so his
Career had no importance
Then he jumped to UDubb and Bill
Collector beat you with no performance
Ars' gave him another shot
I guess he thought you was worthy
He battled O-Solo and guess
Who lost that onejersey
Now you tried your luck on Don't Flop to
Show the culture you are not done
Got lucky and dodged an impact of a Shotgun
But, your last battle here? You got booed
Nigga own up to your fault
His last match he partied with Cortez
And woke up in the vault
But now you back on SMACK
And it's been so long, nigga
You missed a lot of shit
Since you been gone nigga
Like Shine left Dot Mobb for NWX
There's a bunch of them niggas
And Math went about 10 plus
Battles without snuffin' a nigga
Niggas is teamin' up, 2 on 2's is poppin' now
Both the Ill's are back and
Cortez battles droppin' now
Clips is losin' battles, Arsonal retirin'
He'll be done by the year
And DNA is still sayin'
"Get him the fuck outta here"
But let me guess, you the man in your rap
You got those you ever had meme you? You
Ever had a Picasso?
But let me guess, if we went to
School together you'd have DDT'd me, right?
Dumb move
I done came back with my brother and put
You in a 3D in the lunchroom
Swiss Army or the Butterfly? A
Nigga back at it
You hear? I said Swiss Army or the Butterfly
A nigga back at it
His face look like an opportunity
I'll take a stab at it
But, you here cause you broke
Not cause for the culture
You only care 'bout ya pocket like he
Showed up for Th3 Saga birthday
He only here for the profit (prophet)
I said, i run up on a Tech 9 with a
TEC 9x I ain't gon' give Tech nine
I'll gun but him wit' it
Cause wastin' ammo will be a dumb move
Your bullet don't got your name on it
But the gun do you like to call truce
Who gettin' saved witchu?
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
I'll bury the hatchetin the grave witchu
This ink'll
(Inca) be the reason to take your last breath
Cause on my end (Mayan) I always thought you
Was ass Tech (Aztec) i mean
He used to run shit 'round
Here until he got demoted
Computer chip in Lux I'm locked and Loaded
This battle was actually a set up
You got got dummy
Your whole career, George Lopez
You are not funny
This battle does nothing for me
Like even if I murdered duke
Think Smack gon' be like, "yeah Tech 9 son
Let's see what you do with Murda Mook" noo!
But ain't this kinda like the body
Bag you had in the trailer? This is weird
Cause as y'all can see it
Ain't me in this motherfucker
It's his career
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Third round I ain't do it yet
Imagine how the crowd'll
Feelwhatcha life like?
I'll show you again how a
Shotgun round will feel bangz rebuttled it
But he can't if I swing around the steel
I shit'll click BOOM
The kickback got me in the crowd for real
Now y'all niggas better say it with me
Your return: Body bag your career: Body bag
I just crowd surfed and put your
Body bag in a body bag! Time nigga!

So here you go with that
Dumb ass crowd surfin' shift
You havin' a blast kid
Aye JayBlac, for givin' him that body bag
You gon' get yo' ass kicked
You can't come to Philly nigga
I'ma be nice cause I don't
Wanna fuck the show up
I just made your wife my WCW
Now you flamin' nitro
This AR will rip through your car
The insurance adjuster will give
You a nice quote
Glock 9 this my buddy, where ever he goes
I go if I ask to see your hands, don't move
Don't make me nervous
Or I kill a nigga quicker than 5-0
The gun come with a suitcase
I fold my arms up, the way I fold my arms up
Black Lives Matter well I'ma need everybody
To get they arms up social media threat
You is the cat that warned us
"Don't get Weezy, disrespect his Baby
I shoot your tour bus" be quiet
Use the same words and silent to listen
Pay attention, oh you a tough guy?
Watch the aggressor become the victim
You got homicidal thoughts but your
Shot a lil' 'flicted you shoot awkward
I shoot accurate it's a big difference
My girl, she ride wit' me
I got four forwards, twin daughters
Quadruplets, four quarters
These Kim Porters, I raise twin daughters
Faith Heaven, the shot will be Notorious
Even if I beef with my brothers
Fuck I look like sidin' with the enemy?
I ain't got an ounce of K-Shine in me
I respect the shooter if the victim
Gets shot over somethin' serious
Unless you pull a K-Shine and fence jump
Well then you get the Dot nigga, PERIOD
Keep reachin', rip bullets, heat seakin'
Face shot, now he sound like Big T sleepin'
Deep breathin', you kill one of mines I kill
Three of yours and we even
I let you marinate in ya
Blood that's deep seasonin'
I took this battle as an experiment
This shit is hide and seek cause
I can't figure out what tier you in
I heard them NWX niggas is lookin' for me
Well tell them niggas, "Here I am"
Lookin' at them jewels I got from
That white girl this is slavery
I kill you just for starin' then
Don't make me pull your jacket nigga
The chances of you beatin' me
One in a trillion
64, you got a better chance
At a perfect bracket nigga
Put some respect on my name
I don't play with you guys
Bitch niggas turn Charlemagne
"W-w-why you wanna get tough
With the radio guy" i said it already
I did it already feds raid my crib lookin'
For the murder weapon, i hid it already
My chick custodian, she 35 but she look like
She could audition for Nickelodeon
I been ridin' with the same
Block for 20 years, i got that Kobe vision
Binoculars, rifles, scope extension
Go ahead Aak body bag