Iron Solomon Vs. O-red Lyrics - Iron Solomon

[Round 1: O-Red] 

Every battler ain't a rapper 

This kind of settin' show if you can rhyme or not 

This Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the Volume pop 

Only took this battle, cause Beasley said you on fire Aak 

And mama always told me you gotta strike while the Iron h- 

I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a twat 

Catch me in your hood next day, I dare your squad to pop 

I comin' back, chopper cocked 

Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than Zion's stock 

You thought we was even? It's over cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot) 

Volume 3 comin', you said Surf was duckin' him 

Called out another rapper and didn't get neither on of 'em 

Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the snitch in you 

Wanna give another nigga bars cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu) 

You pitiful 

Tryin' to shoot your shot while you lose to Top 

Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak? 

Smack set you up, this a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak 

He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) drop 

I mastered every word, perfected all of my grammar 

When shit get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper 

You dyin' in every stanza 

I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on camera 

Just for comin' here, with all of them pies tryin' to get off 

I aim it at this clip on, cock it and let a clip off 

Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the spin off 

As soon as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off 

I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the baby chopper 

Bust in your Funeral like I'm Phara's baby father 

Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of this mess 

If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible death 

Cause if I get the urge whoever miss this nerd is gettin' served 

Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision blurred 

Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue like a Yiddish word 

Act diva, I clap heaters, two black Ninas 

I'll raise Solomon, King David; Bathsheba 

I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya 

That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu- 

You know, Juju Smith Schuster 

Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray 

Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring like Cassius Clay 

Stiff as a mannequin 

When Red ski mask down, I'm Jagged Jay 

Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek 

Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in) pussy 

I said I'll wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude 

12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The Volume' 

You heard me? 

Jersey 

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[Round 1: Iron Solomon] 

O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or reason 

He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent treatment 

Or your voice crack 

And we don't know if you're a woman, or you're a man 

Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a trans 

Summer Madness 7 was especially embarrassing 

Got Will put in the vault like you's protectin' your inheritance 

Lose your voice when you battle me that'll be a true casualty 

All that talking horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory 

You once was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) this become a gag to you? 

Every time we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you 

Let's not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him slack is news (noose) 

You been given too much rope by dopes that hang with you 

O-Red, you were the worst 

Tsu Surf's the first 

Now choking every other battle's just how Nu Jersey Twork's 

You clowns heard me?! How's anyone your town worthy? 

If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending your round early? 

You should be wild worried 

You've snapped under less pressure 

Then choked through more rounds then them African neck stretchers 

I mean forget being king If you can't write more memorable things 

Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick your neck out in these rings 

And if he don't choke, it's cause his admiration made him practice for me 

The only reason Red capable (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me 

Red cape...a bull...matador?!! This is no Spain 

For charging me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé) 

Six feet will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it 

Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's gotta be some consequence 

Y'all wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this 

Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness 

Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my plane 

But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the game 

What does bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain? 

If you keep getting stuck in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain) 

Hall Of Fame, Wall Of Shame 

Award you claimed? Lost and gained 

I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet chain 

The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O 

You'll hear Red phone an emergency operators when I press O 

Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to slit throat 

And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo) 

You want smoke? You'll get smoke 

Who's throwing in chips though? 

Or let's go half on an ounce, I'll split O 

For the right green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a pothead 

Had the clear drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red 

From box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox hunters 

My top gunners got Red in they sites like Scott Summers 

And they shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen 

The pump kicks like the shoe department 

Or the inf' turn ya to that logo from the supermarket 

Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo from the supermarket? 

That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a human Target 

The shit I do's the hardest! 

Sound believable too 

But I'm lyin', I don't got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey! 

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[Round 2: O-Red] 

Smack! Fuck Aaron 

You ain't tough you a duck Aaron 

Why you think you look like Kirby? 

(Why?) 

Cause you suck Aaron (air in) 

I done killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead wit' 'em 

I flow with poison, create carnage; Red Venom 

Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his head drippin' 

Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig trippin' 

You gon' dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd trippin' 

For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg missin' 

He paralyzed, every bar after that, was bedridden (bed written) 

We're different 

But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron black 

Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron black? 

New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm airin' black 

That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' black! 

Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an iffy Mook? 

Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew) 

Yes sir, but it serves him well 

For battle rappin' to begin 

These crackers always want the culture, but they never want the skin 

I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G wit' it 

Until a real Hitman Holla then they remix it 

Speak different like he thee victim and we trippin' 

A classic case of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin' 

But speakin' of sneak dissin'... 

Didn't you wear those when you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty? 

Okay that's cool cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous 

Bird down and give him the kicks like he less fortunate 

I said he drop I stand over the body and keep torchin' it 

Now this AK'll laid (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10 

I'm scorchin' him 

Smack, why the fuck you give me this Aaron sucker? 

You would've had a better classic puttin' me against Aaron mother 

Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on Aaron brother 

Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who airin' brother 

The one with the stick who airin'- you get it, right? 

I know you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch 

Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I soak a bitch 

I get in close wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip 

Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense 

I'm dope wit' it 

Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' daises 

Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece from the .80 

Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby 

Ya heard me? 

Jersey 

[Round 2: Iron Solomon] 

It's kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in your teeth 

Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing your teeth 

Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't look good at all 

Your gum line remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off 

I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still look like complete shit 

You used to have that single out? Your dentist did the remix 

This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off" 

I get double the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even have two balls 

Which is twice as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up 

I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire truck 

I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her life 

I will break that box down like recycling night 

On some passionate shit, it gets passionate 

You be on a fashion tip 

Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button like how yo' jacket fit 

And how Hitman and Calicoe's story described it 

How you be blocking the box you should have points on your license 

We all lose a chance of getting cut up 

Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed like that 

It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't built like that 

You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time limits 

Turn around, battled Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it? 

After all the basketball bars you spit in them tournaments 

Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still don't have no sportsmanship? 

Well now you picked the one wrong white boy to try to run on 

I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports bars like a pub crawl 

Who'd a thunk I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk 

A player with a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist monk 

This goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo caca 

We na na believe you rah rah, you too punana 

You a cucaracha, me chupacabra 

But nah nah in the sauna you marijuana 

I can improve on your penmanship and do it so effortless 

You never did a bid, you inventin' whole sentences 

Rewording your bars to try to convince the world that you hard 

On the block, serving up raw or doing dirt in the yard 

I stopped believing every thing I heard from this fraud 

When I hear he works at a job as a security guard 

I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, crime stopper 

In a parking lot in a marked car, patrolling with your white partner 

Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you with? 

You really think we believe you the blood type O, negative 

If you rep the clique, you bled for it 

Then blood's what you'll bleed a pint of 

When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky Blinders 

Get this pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke 

We can get it shaking with the hands blood, like we took an oath 

Let's just fight instead of false flagging for that extra hype 

You see they even lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes 

So you can try to portray me however you wanted to paint me 

But I was born as a baby in New York in the 80's 

Stepping on empty crack viles in every park that I played in 

From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx 

Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked 

Crooked cops stone cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks 

You get a wooden box, we take the beef over board, and butcher blocks 

Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is what I'm putting on 

Taking O out to show y'all the difference between good and God 

Not Jersey 

[Round 3: O-Red] 

No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler 

The head trauma, blunt force, no peer pressure 

Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof while they all in shock 

And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch 

You from the freestyle era, right? 

Cool, he goin' off the top 

After lettin' ya father down, this'll point at (disappointin') pops 

The rest of you niggas going to watch 

So when I take him off the grid, Iron game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not 

Thought I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew? 

Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that roof 

I'm still goin' let it loose 

Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the Blue 

That's a double punch move 

You ain't catch it? Let's review 

The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir, Blue 

But when B birthed the first most thought it wasn't true 

Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue 

I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't even got a Clue 

Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me 

You hear the tires screech on Iron's street with an iron piece 

First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan Leaf 

Neck shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik 

"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that kind of deep 

No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose 

Turn the F'in fruit to a vegetable 

If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her 

Glock .40 and they speak over your mother's mother 

BAOW! Free Millz by the way 

My niggas slide, clip will rise 

Your center guy gets sent to God 

Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize 

I left that Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide 

Get a [?] get the synonym; exemplify 

M body you for the Lion Kin- that's where Simba lies (symbolize) 

I said Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde) 

Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig 

Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel 

I like for motherfuckers to watch when I murk people 

Pure evil, any last words- then I burst Eagle 

And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single 

I said I stra-da, ah-kla ah-ka 

Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma 

I'm tired of you niggas thinkin' my translation is rubbish 

Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin'? 

I said I'm Strapped In 

I'll clap you in a coma 

Madness! 

I could snap at any moment 

And it's once again I'm here 

See the [?] K, like whatcha life like? 

[?] then his pockets get tapped 

{O-Red rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and they get in each other's face} 

Then it's Twork's third for Verb when I'm cockin' the strap 

All you see is a hoodie drop then the Calicoe claps 

Look at him! He know he gettin' murked 

There was no other option, I had to throw him in the dirt 

Look, you salty, I ripped your shirt? 

I don't give a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the first 

Ya heard me? 

Jersey 

{Smack goes to end the battle since Iron walked out of the ring, but Iron walks back in wearing a jean jacket.} 

[Round 3: Iron Solomon] 

Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you 

When you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical 

But something's weird, why Rajon always unprepared? 

When he need y'all he never fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w 

It's crazy how y'all ain't loyal 

I guess y'all came from the same soil 

Where even the clothing that your peoples made for you is just to pray (prey) on you 

If you can't count on your family, I don't know what the sense is I can count on my whole family, like the census 

So if I'm caught in a bad position my trust falls on a gang of henchman 

Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me slippin' 

See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em with body language 

And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body language 

Turn Verb from meat into something Verb would eat 

And pull the plug and put him in dirt to feed the worms a feast 

You and your rivals doin' scams, ladies time to be a man 

Jump inside the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans 

Lux, let's see if you Loaded with an Iron on your hands 

All that GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs 

When I slice a piece of your brain out and fry it in a pan 

Then I'm chewing through Jersey like I never ate a plate 

Everyone from the Garden in a vegetative state 

Yeah! Jean jacket shit let's go! 

And I could do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves 

You can have more people that roll with you than bowlin' shoes 

I step in the game, you get X'd from the frame 

Nobody spared when I strike take all the pen in my lane 

I sent the Bloque to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers 

I'll rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers 

It's like yo' ship is on fire without a single survivor 

Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run 

Carvin' out a monumental spot 

Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm already ahead of Roc 

Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a head of rock 

One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top 

And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you don't see 

You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me 

You know me, I woulda pushed the mute button on Surf's tongue 

If you think we need to see Sub Titles then you're dumb 

Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one 

The SMACK Volumes got turnt up 

Just when you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive 

After that, the blind dumb and the def have come to they senses 

See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers 

Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my subject matters 

What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right about you 

And I don't have to write about you to snatch your soul right up out you 

SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready once you pay me 

You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby 

I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like this was horseshoes 

My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? They all lose 

I already reached the top and I don't feel I need to stop 

They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot 

Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's ugly 

I was chewing through Pits of your Pedigree as puppies 

Getting fed to me as munchies you will never be this hungry 

They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me 

After what I do to him they not gon' let me leave the country 

We could take it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty 

I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20 

My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people love me 

When I'm dead, they gon' bury me with Nefertiti's mummy 

And a couple extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and Buffy 

A pound of Grandaddy Purp a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies 

Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't know 

I'm a spell it out for you, read these names slow 

T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great foes 

And when I knock out Red, that's a T, K, O 

Jean jacket shit!