The Saurus vs 100 Bulletz (Round One)

[100 Bulletz] Bamalam got rock bands You get a more Grimey scheme from me Cos this Wretch 32, Wiley rob Matter That scene ugly, Jehst cos he Swayed judges with Flip Trix And deemed funny Nines Rattlin at him Deacon bullets Ghetto Plan B dummy I got a Tempah T, I call a shot so leap dog or your team bloody Lowkey my Ruff Sqwad Roll Deep in The Streets and gets P Money *Repeats scheme* Compared to those rappers, what did you actually do? You call yourself legendary, when it ain't actually true Rest in piece, Biggie, Pac, Jam Master and Proof But im saying Bullets killed way bigger rappers than you Tell The Saurus book for cover or get lit up like an e reader Your soul fly, laced over electric lines like some cheap sneakers Your skin crawling with leach feeders or being chopped with a meat cleaver Guard your crown or you kilt/killed with a big cap like a beef eater I lost to Bamalam, thats Pulp Ficiton bring out the gimp I go Medieval, a bad record player better start skipping like a broken needle Prone to evil, I control the masses with my words like the popes cathedral Now you begging for a pound in your mug like british homeless people They know im lethal see these clips earlier like a Matinée Saying I got bad bars gets you Two-Cans for acting gay You didn't used to rap this way, your whole approach to rap has changed I taught him how to rhyme and punch at the same time, im Cassius Clay Wordplay, name flips, dont fake or pretend I say a Shawshank Redemption line, against DNA you say it again Behind bars, you just like Andy Dufresne at the end You gotta walk in someone elses shoes to break out the pen Listen, you gon' lose today, sensei punching ain't a Kumite What got you thinking your a peer? This is how Bulletz choose his prey For even thinking your up here, watch how Bulletz chews his prey Ask anyone in Europe here, if your who Bulletz chooses, pray Before the Grand Prix, you said I would be the next rapper that would make it Each punch fascinated, every win congratulated So i won't diss your dead pops and make your tuck your tail like Patrick Stay did But when i muzzle him in London, thats another vet decapitated [The Saurus] That whole introductory scheme I wanna give him credit But truth be told, I didn't get it Now London, Don't Flop, y'all have every ounce of my respect Last time out I let you down, today im balancing a debt Remember when you choked and all they talked bout was how you shit the bed Then I choked and won cos I still had the round of the event Homie, that how life goes and with three round like those Bulletz 'bout to be another body found ice cold His last performance, Sub-Zero, this square down right froze So saying he's a Villun is that something ill buy no/albino Every battles the same old inpracticle angle Bitch a 100 ain't got nothing on an actual bank role Your wife told me come through to the pad for some brain though Mouth open at the door like the castle of Grayskull Yo, thats how I do it, wait, make a counter move and power through it You, maxed out your altitude and your about to loose it You got the pound then prove it I'll give you 'till the count of two or silence you with muzzle thats mounted to it This is for every human in the crowd assuming i came out to ruin This chance you got, so i will now consume him Fuck a Glock, AK, eagle or sniper from a tower shooting You can't beat me no matter how high the calibre of round your using See your the same every battle, thats the cold blooded truth No growth your new shit looks like your old footage looped I would invest in him but theres no fucking use Cos he'll never break through, Ive just showed bulletproof He was dead to start, check his heart, severed into seperate parts Just a mark, every bar stretched as far as Central Park Im guessing sparking cess around him isnt ever smart Cos I dont mean my favorite battle of the night when I say I Sensa Ark