Dna Vs. Mickey Factz Lyrics - Mickey Factz

[Round 1: DNA] 

Said there's nowhere to escape now bitch 

Soon as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody started havin' panic attacks 

And I just feel like I got demoted 

Now he havin' cold sweats, his walls closin' in cause he can't get a top opponent 

So I'ma make my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small room, now he claustrophobic 

I'm 'bout that 

They knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat 

And the moment Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped 

You 'bout to tell us that you not the snitch but who's the snitch 

That's still snitchin', that doesn't sound tough 

Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your mouth shut 

Now y'all ain't remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground 

Well that pertains to our situation and y'all gotta know now 

Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me 

Like you wasn't the nigga that tried to plot on my round 

So just like Joe on live chat you tried to cover it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down 

But now we here 

Cool and I got the first witness 

And now ya lives endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney business 

It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for this vulture 

And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna change the state of the culture 

Picture his childhood, Bronx blocks 

Hustlers sellin' coke and dope 

And there go little Mark Williams 

Starin' at the Stop Snitchin' poster slow 

You wasn't supposed to say jack but the more he aged he forgot how it's supposed to go 

What I'm tryin' to say is 

Before mine tell (Montel) Williams they'll let the host a (holster) show 

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The cameras come on, all his friends like, "I remember when Factz supported me." 

His baby like, "Baby let's go for a walk." 

You like, "Hmph. That's insulting me." 

So they took away the Accord to make you act accordingly 

Told his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V." 

I'm like, "He gotta embellish it." 

But once you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your Element 

It ain't no secret, maybe they let you lease it 

Well I'm done clowin' this bitch 

And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a whip 

Damn homie, when you was on that Freshman cover you was the man homie 

What the fuck happened to you? 

See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen this nigga from the X excel (XXL) 

Was it cause he dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews? 

Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove 

We all seen you mixtapes, but in battle rap you a rookie 

And I don't got respect for suckers 

New Glock? Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered 

Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of that 

Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a decent act 

You and Cudi's career? Day and night ('Day N' Nite') 

Ace Hood 'Hustle Hard' just to see a plaque 

And you know all this shit the truth, pay attention while I'm speakin' Factz 

Factz, ya industry career, all lost dreams 

Factz, you made a song that said your bank account had 414 

Factz, I know you wish you could've saw more green 

And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when many ring 

And then my crew all bang, and then it's New York slang 

I'm gettin' "facts" after everything 

You made a mistake with Danja, don't let them bloggers hype ya skills 

And now you tryin' to make a come back off your last error (era) 

You spent too much time with Millz 

You wanna fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for real 

But before he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the deal 

It's one murder case, all it takes to shine the kill 

That means I make my blood circulate and let the iron peel 

They tryin' to force the truth about me about what happened to his body 

Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still 

The only seen half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it together 

After the Fact, the culture gon' be mourning forever 

Matter of fact, I shoot out the brain matter of Factz 

And now we gatherin' Factz I think I got my story together 

You went from King Of The Dot to URL 

Beasley told me you would switch your plan of attack 

So of course you gonna try to get Gully with Eric 

But it's just not Organik to Smack 

Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence that I'm damagin' that 

Cause their whole case changed once DNA tampered with Factz 

You gon' see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue 

Aye, they asked me 'How It's Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4 

See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' when they picked me for this war 

Now see what this nigga from the X get? 

Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the door 

Aye Mickey how could you doubt and belittle me? 

If I give him a shell then I'll put him outta his misery 

This is World War One, cause this amounting to victory 

And if these bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be history 

Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and this camera is black 

And if y'all was confused what I was doin' I just gave y'all an example of facts 

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[Round 1: Mickey Factz] 

You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch call 

Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk 

Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off more than Chris Paul 

I'm surprised you made it this far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car 

He gon' have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off 

This punishment capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya Biz Mark (Bismark)!" 

But don't say he's 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss 

I'll tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge) 

Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim hoodie feel 

Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real 

Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal 

After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the bill? 

Chill, nervous student 

He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, I'ma mean lyricist 

He just seem intricate 

Y'all give em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed into it 

Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and don't sense the crowd loving it 

He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was foul (Fowl) wasn't it? 

Lay em out, then put hands and feet on em, fuck a massage room 

Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm Paid In Full, I'ma 'Pump Up The Volume' 

Then he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so over there, so over here you can't do bad." 

Well shit, I'm James Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's Gotta A Brand New Bag' 

Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause some rifles gotta blade on it 

But when a fan recite it, they look stupid and get blamed for it 

6 shooter, and each bullet got ya name on it 

Forensics find em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the shells had DNA on it 

When you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you would grow up with ya bars 

But after 21 jack, all bets was off when you showed up on the card 

Roll up with ya squad, i want smoke, came close but no cigar 

You a wretch calling me a clown is a gag, well if I'm it, why you throw up on the job 

Smack, he tried to one upchuck, hoping for extra life, but he seeing death 

Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will heat ya head 

This prince rose to clock his face, give this Beast respect 

Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got your nerves shook 

You battled Nu Jeruz to push Twork? 

I'm tryna say shit to get a Twork push 

Go in the mirror, I want you to tell me how the dirt look 

And niggas want you to stop with the Jerseys 

Like right when we bout to see Surf cook 

Lemme bring that line back in 

Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action 

I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking." 

Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's high fashion 

Who dressed you? Lemme guess...you 

I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and help you with it 

But....I really can't help you niglet 

Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it? 

You gon' talk about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits 

You on the menu I stepped cool in the venue clicking 

Crazy, with two straps over my shoulder like a Bellevue visit 

And I took off from the gate without a Jet-Blue ticket 

Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile 

Line it up here, straight over ya eye, that's a uni-brow 

You a clown, he wouldn't shoot a round at a shoot-around 

Put em down after I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round 

You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese should be super proud 

Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the style 

Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot? 

Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a computer music file 

And I did it with the MAC, so I'm sending him to the clouds 

Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this broad cast in 

I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Hubie Brown (hue be brown) 

Or the nozzle in the space where we see it's no tooth allowed 

Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he gon' need a new route canal 

This biblical 

I should get A. Ward to baptize ya 

Or have Saga tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a backslider 

I'd rather let it sing till it hit you in ya soul like a black choir 

Quagmire, his cheek get swole 

You getting cayenne cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my guys land hooks 

President of my gang and we jump niggas, I am Bush (ambush) 

Tell this tramp, we amped, be gone 

I'ma phenom 

JayBlac, I'ma split him in half 

No more callin' him the Champ...peon (Champion) 

1-0, nothin' 'bout that debatable nigga 

Wait 'til this next round 

Got crazier shit to say to you nigga 

[Round 2: DNA] 

I was playin' possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to trick the media 

I said, "Ain't none of y'all about shit." 

That go for everyone in Mause clique, I'm sick of seein' ya 

All this, "He can't beat me with the O-Red material." 

That shit deceiving ya 

Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site); Wikipedia 

Ya name Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, that's why this line is genius 

Cause you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and here's the .9 between us 

Who you been sparrin' wit'? Chilla? 

Well in this arena (Serena) you better hope your shit the meanest 

Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever give the assist (a sis') to Williams 

And Smack, don't make [?] (Venus) 

Let's get it in 

You had a Rocky trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Mickey Gym 

Get in shape, lift the weights before I split ya chin 

I'm a fool with the Taurus, might hit a limb 

So the judgement is bad for him, I'm a simpleton (simple ten) 

The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's drizzlin' 

And then I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any room that you sit us in (citizen) 

What you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that was a Nitty win? 

Well I still had shit landin' (land and) overseas (over seas); amphibian 

You can't be so fire as a ghostwriter if you gotta say it yourself 

You a known liar 

You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas albums while yours stay on the shelf? 

Well that's the shit we not buyin' 

Get Rich Or Die Tryin' 

Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) nigga playin' himself 

The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a Massacre 

So Marcus got a [?] oh I'ma clap a tre at this character 

I seen you gon' do the believably angle 

Cause some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz." 

Well I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap 

But it's muscle memory cause soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back 

Whatchu know about fightin' witcha pops cause he abusin' on ya mother? 

Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it back because he tried to use it on his brother 

See we wasn't always Criminal Minded 

But had to sleep with the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another 

KRS-One, By All Means Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover 

The Bronx keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it 

But since you cut from that cloth, I cut the fabric 

And this revenge for MC Shan, I brought a couple ratchets 

As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) fuck up his passage 

So yeah 'The Bridge Is Over' but whoever's under passes (underpasses) 

I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me 

Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Pretty Ricky 

Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the target was this nigga Nitty 

So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped to Mickey 

You like to do letter force and tell black people about their credit scores 

Like, "You'll be left in a slum 

If you don't got 720 or better you'll be dead in a month." 

Well that's a lie cause with a .357 I can get whatever I want 

Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it Renegade? 

That's my target I reached it 

Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man your whole squad in a precinct, I got the Blueprint 

On the .9, 11 

See that bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade' 

And don't make me go to the car to (Carter) release it 

Take your favorite battler 

Put him against an industry dude who they make the challenger 

Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid they make a Massacre 

But we outweigh in caliber 

You keep switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador 

And the reason why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin' character 

I'm really wit' the shits 

Y'all know a nigga's soft when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch" 

You wanted the small room, we could've did this on Summer Madness 

But look at him tryin' to act up on person 

But we all know Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it back up to Irving 

All them Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability 

On this turf you need natural delivery 

Or you gon' get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty 

I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the four fifth 

And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they seen is my dawg prints 

Let's start with Mark 

You never made a mark to start 

Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market Mark 

They not impressed Mark, so they bench Mark 

Cause they never like Mark at heart 

And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the bear will be next to Marky Mark 

If y'all don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then y'all should leave now 

Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, like they start and rebound 

Pppt pppst, and you gon' get a burst of bullets, each round 

So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) 'til the machine down 

[Round 2: Mickey Factz] 

This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling 

You getting killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it 

Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete? Really? 

Well I gave you the shot, and once it came outta st john, he died, Malik Sealy 

120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on ESPN every year? 

Your retarded faces 

NWX 

In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you almost left in despair 

Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't mention it here 

So everybody grab ya asthma pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air 

I've known Clips before you, and he wasn't playing c-lo on the corner 

Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the casino outta order 

But that's ya brother tho 

It's crazy how you rep him 

You go with him to roulettes, lose bets, he be too stressed and you don't painfully regret it? 

Gamblin' ya friendship is criminal, and you aiding in the betting (and abetting) 

URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge 

And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz 

It's December 15th that battle still ain't dropped 

Why you let 'em vault that? 

And let this footage not come out, it's gon' be a real Infinity War Smack 

And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax) 

Fall back, cause you know everything I say all facts 

But hang on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE ain't on Smack 

Long story short, my man called me and told me 

"Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga heated 

Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic 

I mean, literally freezing 

And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE fishin' for a reason 

I called back like, "Wait a second, he wouldn't leave his crew. He had to get his front on son." 

He said, "Nah son, this time it was only with Beasley, and had ICE elated for the 1 on 1." 

I said, "Wait a second. Is there footage?" 

He said, "Yeah, the kid almost got his cap twisted 

Uncle Ra got the child proof so." 

You can bring up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild truth 

But when you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!" 

This nigga fake, I should spit in ya ridiculous face 

But I'ma sit and wait, real quiet, I don't instigate 

Trip em, soon as I spot him, lift the iron and this is fate and 

I'm standing over the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights 

Big mistake 

Cause you 'bout to say some dumb shit like 

"Bring water ya back yard... cannonball 

I draw and will (wheel) fire first... neanderthal 

The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks." 

Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random bars 

A bunch of dumb shit, with your hands and all 

And everybody gon' go crazy for that shit and applaud 

Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better than a scientist 

Chin made of glass, still ain't got that frontal though, I admit 

At least you ain't get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list 

The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing this 

Quiet down, cause you just wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis 

Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a lion since 

This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm defining just where the lyin' (lion) is 

Stomp him, till he feel the pain from the foot, no podiatrist 

Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread viruses 

And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no longer the quietest 

I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake 

He tried to size Mick' (seismic) wave 

It ain't my fault lines been ground breaking in the first place 

Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think believability matters 

But that made him wacker 

Cause now he don't even believe ability matters 

Mick dapper, Y-3 from the fit to the sneaks 

He'll (hill) rock gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep 

Big dagger at this inconsiderate idiot's cheek 

Then blade in his mouth, lets see if he can escape by the skin of his teeth 

2-0 ain't nothing bout that debatable nigga 

Wait 'til the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga 

[Round 3: DNA] 

Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match." 

I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of Comedy I get around (a round) with a MAC (Mack) 

.380 squirtin', baby burpin', you get the pound on the back 

And then I switch grips, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get down to the Factz 

You said why I'm always grinnin' when I see you? 

I said, "Clips, tell this clown to relax." 

See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a round to a rat 

You'll find out what's in store, when you're found on your back 

.40, Menace II Society this a counter attack (counterattack) 

I caught his moms before dinner, it's a family of three now 

SM7, let's see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed round 

Dezi in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile 

So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or fiend down 

Arms, both up like "So what?" 

Or your boss head in-between the subs; cold cuts 

The toast up, and I know stuff 

I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be choked up 

You was born on July 13th, your Zodiac's a cancer 

And I ain't gon' talk about this for half of the battle 

Headshot, Factz will unravel 

And whoever stuck in this shell see why this crab get the barrel 

You don't want war, the signs show, you crack under pressure 

And y'all better know that 

Talk about y'all the rulers of the moon 

Well tell the scope (telescope) that 

You know who you are? The DJ Akademiks of battle rap 

Cause you move like a vulture 

You got nothin' to do with this culture 

But always try to tell us what to do with the culture 

And Daylyt's Tekashi, this time I'm [?] 

Cause there's a blog and you said he wasn't a troll until he met you 

So what you told him? 

"Forget rhymes, times change"? 

Then you switched sides 

Diss this Crip guys, like that don't coincide with the big time 9 tre's 

And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever come at 69 sideways? 

I hate you nigga, but this is how it has to be 

In this culture, you could never talk stats with me 

I put a 150 in this shit, even did a match for free 

As far as the Summer Madness 2 sponsor, that was me 

Nikiya workin' with King Of The Dot, that's attached to me 

So when a Massacre make profits, I should get the tax with fees 

I'm the nigga that brought Harry to URL, you don't believe ask and see 

Now think, "If DNA wasn't in this culture" where battle rap would be 

The 2 on 2's, ESPN, that was me 

WWE promos, that was me 

And you a has been on the sideline, it's sad to see 

So how the fuck is the nigga opinionated talkin' Factz wit' me? 

What? You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good luck move? 

Well I brought a good pump through 

It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to 

This rappin' is a test, we was actually convinced 

That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for rent 

You and Lupe was in the same league but he was crashin' with the hits 

But if you are what you say you are a 'Superstar' you wouldn't have had us in suspense 

Cause he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco ever since 

You been prolongin' this ass whoopin' 

And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December date 

But I ain't trippin' 

I guess since he boo'd up he ain't wanna take an L in May 

Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Mickey Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha" 

This nigga is married married 

To the point where she be stressin' about the money that he makin' 

Like, "Baby this industry shit ain't gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap 

Fuck ya past relations." 

If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and pacin' 

Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't have Another Bad Creation 

I heard she sick with somethin' though, look at him tight, mean muggin' 

It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis when the heat dumpin' 

And I know that's a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin' 

Like I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin' 

While my trigger finger itchin' like a fiend comin' 

I catch him at the crib, his knees bucklin' 

And then pile ten in like the D's comin' 

Random Factz, these are random facts 

I was listenin' to your music and right before pressin' start 

I see the cover to your Mause mixtape and I got a question Mark 

See there's been some things that I've been waitin' to say 

Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that died from AIDS 

And I think he made a mistake 

Cause on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring 

And y'all think cause they pavin' the way 

But what y'all don't know is all three of them painters were gay 

Now I'm not sayin' you gay 

But I'm sayin' you gay 

If these was football rules you'll be under review, changin' the play 

So if at the end of the tape you die from AIDS and all them niggas- 

You know what? You was just concerned with the raps 

What? You get a gay fan base you'll be on to some plaques? 

You're delusional, and so far from reality 

But I guess you had no other alternative, Factz 

But see when you hate a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition 

So I started writin' in my composition 

And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction 

Cause your first name's Mickey, which is a fictional character 

But then it becomes tricky 

Cause your last name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy 

That's why y'all will have to listen cause his ass is trippin' 

You better make up your mind nigga, which one is it? 

Fact or fiction? 

I ain't come to play 

So don't get amped I'm still The Champ, might get another belt 

Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her health 

It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones that's felt 

And I don't wanna hear y'all say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself! 

Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my slogan 

(Get him the fuck outta here!) 

Hell no, he died get his ghost the fuck in here 

One industry nigga down get King Los the fuck in here! 

[Round 3: Mickey Factz] 

Instead of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack 

Going against a young Mick Foley 

You only really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony 

I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but your supporters think your rap pen dry 

Your followers move with you though, even when you don't got an electric line, its something ya fans let slide 

And that's the main reason I'ma break DNA down to the last enzyme 

In Jurassic Park, mosquito's were covered in sap, and the blood they extract was to make dinosaurs 

And to bring em back, they used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and combined it all 

That's why your a sap, cause the shit from people you extract, is to hide your flaws 

And that's the main reason you still got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours 

Example... we first seen you freestyle against Real Deal, in front of Nigel 

He had the rightful rebuttal title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel) 

Then you blew up after goin' off the top of your mind 

And taking from him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside 

Case in point 

I've known you for years, you been dirty, way before early 

Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's 

Slow it down ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal 

Then turned to a reporter once he had Con in the view (interview) 

That makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's conditional 

All the way down to ya rhyme pattern, i seen the Clips in you 

Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, transferred his hood vibes 

Then let his Child Play, after he dolled him up to make him a good guy 

Then you and K link, now you pacing and punching in every line 

Why Flex, you want the credit, fine? 

But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind 

It wasn't you behind the bars it was Shine (Shyne) 

And you got ya slang from Cortez, and never learned Spanish 

Aww bendito 

I won't call you a Mexican or an essay 'Tez, that's Don Marino 

But keep giving em slang, behind the scenes for URL, Chico 

That's five people, that this nigga keep at bay planted 

Without their strands of DNA, we would've seen DNA stranded 

Be blessed... and that movie you referenced got extreme depth 

Cause time is money and even they knew you couldn't go more rounds with a T-Rex 

I ain't condoning that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow! 

A section will (sectional) come out, like where you was dozin' at 

Finish lines and keep running with it, you getting overlapped 

Trumping him, easily too, so if you vote for that 

That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma give everybody on the poll a (polar) cap 

He's still underground? From the first round? Root canal 

Lemme finish the puzzle 

It's a loco motive, clip with a muzzle 

Infrared so when he poke his head out, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel 

But he's brave, handle hot, it need shade 

Blazing, D. Wade appreciating the fans, the Heat wave 

You doing what? Man I'm suited up like I'm cool with Lux 

Mook what up? 

You had a chopper with 32 passengers you could tuck 

Cool, I got the same passengers but my shit is a moving bus 

So when it transfer over, i just make a move and bust! 

You should duck 

Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk 

Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff 

Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are usually up 

Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but that's what Cupid wants, stupid cunt 

That's what you get caping for the super slut 

And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' drug down after I stopped shootin' up 

Take it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist 

And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into this Yung Ill shit 

For years , you called me your enemy 

Real recklessly 

Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had good chemistry 

You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep that same energy 

Cause I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd rather refresh ya memory 

Magic vs QP, you came up to me with your dysfunctional smile 

And said "I'ma do something crazy! I want you in front of the crowd! 

Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do something great to him." 

And with all the random spit that came out of Leon Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him 

Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you disregarded that 

You did interviews and dropped diss tracks, I got called a rat 

For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I started that? 

When he made blogs sayin' I diss him? 

Cause Rich beat him...you think I wanted that? 

Look no punchline, know all the facts and all the raps 

I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the awkward catch 

Verb told Ill what I said, and Ill responded back 

"I know exactly what he gonna do already, cause someone else informed me that." 

For years, I was the one they said the snitching was dealt 

But I been knew who told...and guess what I kept that shit to my self 

Took the blame, even took the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry." 

And still, I will not say who told Yung Ill 

[Aye Verb] 

But I will...it was Charlie 

[Mickey Factz] 

And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact 

But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his house 

He let the Spanish nigga rat 

How you think we found out about you on the couch? 

That nigga been a chatty little rat 

Now that's a real four bar setup, and I know it don't make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps 

And since you love clappin' machetes it only makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back! 

Factz