Eyedea vs. P.E.A.C.E. at Scribble Jam 1999

[Eyedea] P.E.A.C.E., beat me, is something you won't be able to accomplish Whatever happened to "We'll never fall the fuck off, we promise"? I ain't even trying to say it, but... couldn't say it This is playing with the lyrical style that just slaying emcees I'm not a mic hog You know that I'm tight y'all On the Freestyle Fellowship he's dope but he's the little fight dog It's all good though You couldn't flow You're not cute Your momma bought some new shoes So you could look cool but you don't You not dope I grab the mic and leave you broke Emcees, it's done Drop the mic, go home, you just got smoked [P.E.A.C.E] That was cute... like a plush toy Now half of that shit you just said You bet it wasn't hype You know what the girls call me? They call me Nestlé Snipes And they all say He's a warm chocolate latte But you's about to get popped up Take your rock, hey Dude you know better than to fuck with me Why you mention my crew? Why you mention everything about my momma? What the fuck you do? Where your album at? I bust your ass up the same Hey, I like the way that you was rapping, but I ain't heard nothing today Now, where your tape? Now, where your CD? Answer me Where your money? You been around the world? say it funny You lost, you lost, you lost, you lost I wish your ass was a frisbee cause you straight getting tossed [Eyedea] Yo, this battle about to take it A frigerator getting tossed? That shit don't even make sense Try to say it I grab the mic and get props I don't got an album but if I did, I quick with it get dropped Like your whole crew, I got respect for you But still up on the microphone I be dissecting you I wreck the crew Guaranteed do Emcees like you is queer You used somebody's little dick to pierce both your ears, you're weird Fuck, now cease with that shit say Look at his dopest song, it was "Six Tray" Don't give a fuck about their weakness Peace you can't freak this What I say Take your ass back to L.A [P.E.A.C.E.] Let me tell you You fucked up again son You done slipped You gonna end up mentioning another one of my songs So you's a dickrider, you been listening, rehearsing Hold up, wait a minute I'm producing by the person From a bitch nigga you damn ho you should be gone I can't believe you wanted to come here and try to play strong You want to try to tell somebody to go back home Nigga, I could take you there today and you wouldn't survive in L.A I could show you where to play I could take you take you to the hood I could make you sit down with the homeboys and they could give you some good tips But you still want to come up here and act like you the man Who's about to get diced, sliced, creamed, spit, hope you like getting sliced Crush that bullshit [Entering overtime, since the judges ruled the battle a draw at this point. Eyedea's first overtime verse is not in the linked YouTube video, but other footage on YouTube has it.] [Eyedea] All right Check it out I'm first And you're the next to rhyme I'm eating you up Not the first time but second time The last time the judges gave you a break But I'mma show you that you're fake Take your legs and break them I like that little intimidating expression you're trying to give me Emcees try to step to me I get up in your kidney Fuck you up like cocaine [Unintelligible] fake gold chain You can't hang Blowing your brains out like Cobain So try to bring it with that style you ain't intimidating Penetrating, lyrically creating You're just faking it I don't know what to say I did this once before But I'm gonna smoke you up quick Like a blunt You whore [P.E.A.C.E.] Six million ways to lose a battle Choose one First of all, you standing on stage You done choose one That choose me Battle P, know what you gonna do I should set your ass free And bust yours too But, look, homie While you was listening to my tapes I was back in L.A., trying to make some paper And do this shit the right way But you was on some flow shit Getting up in this motherfucker Coming with that bullshit Man, look, I don't like physical exertion All I like to do is get here and get in your nerves and Bounce all around like a fucking basketball Off the chair, off the lens, off the turntable On that Back [Eyedea] (Host: Final round) (P.E.A.C.E: Come hard, come hard, or lose it) OK. I'mma come hard Check it out The only way you win is if I let you win The difference between me and you, testosterone, estrogen, whatever Girly boy You can't go the noise You just annoyed Want to be like the Beastie Boys No, I don't even want to say this You's alarming me You bit your whole style from Bone Thugs-n-Harmony [Unintelligible] steady I dissed you like that With a tight rap Emcees don't know how I just be fat When Eyedea's straight grabbing the microphone, rocking the lecture That cheap shirt, you'd look good with a pocket protector Thinking you're fresher Emcees is [unintelligible] Your name is P.E.A.C.E (Host: Time!) Well I'mma leave P.E.A.C.E. in pieces [P.E.A.C.E] Listen you, listen you You punk ass, pussy ass nigga Let me tell you something You done lost your figure eight, ah Trying to go straight, ah [Unintelligible]when I jumped off of it I landed in the water did a backstroke splashing Are you loving it? I'm worse than the Little Mermaid Trying to tell you where she gonna go but she can't But hey But I can jump the beat and I can jump the rhythm All I give you what you looking for Talk about me all day Still can't beat me with the floor I don't give a fuck Tell that DJ to turn the beat down Tell him, right now, say it, say it Tell him stop (Eyedea: No) (Eyedea laughing) Tell him. Tell him stop (Eyedea: Stop the beat) Stop the beat Now, free! Ah, two times, free, free, free Three times, free, free (Host: Time!) [Unintelligible] I bust the floor like nobody (Host: Time, time, time) Don't cut my mic off nigga, please