The Saurus vs. Fresco

[Thesaurus, Round 1] I said fuck a coin flip, I’m the first to let it pop This footage, like my left hand, worth a second watch That’s two timing if you don’t follow Kill em all, no bodies to role models, you don’t got to do the numbers to see the hands like Moe Votto You know I’m gonna tell him how it is and then I’m gonna show ya just to back up my point like Dellavedova I’m a machine You don’t think shit could get any colder? I’ll dump a can if he press my buttons Get him a soda! Bitch, I’ve met every quota Gave proof that I’m Jesus Always brought the most weight to home plate boy I’m Babe Ruth Since he Italian and I’m Greek they place us in the same group But I was raised Lebanese, always stuck to my Bay roots! (Beirut) It’s true, I’m Isaac Mendes, that pen stroke deadly Mariah Carey, you wouldn’t think it could get so heavy Yeah, I’ve got that fresh toast ready for him and Mrs. Colletti like I’m about to be the best man at Fresco’s wedding! Let’s go! If you squeamish you should turn away your heads cause Papa Shango’s here with a curse to raise the dead Once you work away your debts I’ll be the first to take his bread Tell him break off that paper like a perforated edge I said I’m a loan shark, no sarcasm You’ll need sonar tracking cause I’m so far passed him I’m composing Mozart classics so don’t start acting like we in the same boat I’m the Coast Guard Captain! What happened though? I thought that you was going places? Must have had a change of heart like Smoken’ Aces Shit, I don’t even believe him when he say what kind of race he is because these facial features say Enrique Inglesias But hold up, that there, that ain't even a racial bar actually It’s more alluding to why we think you’re a Mark, Anthony So stop posting about being a men’s rights activists or you ain’t welcome back in the west side after this. Time [Fresco, Round 1] I give a fuck about the battle rap trivia and how much ammo you got You can’t rap the way I’m rapping if you haven’t been shot But until I get a signed letter from 2Pac where he asked me to stop I’m gonna keep pulling this shit like I’m practicing slots See I don’t battle a lot but if the conditions just right then I’m completely airing and you might be rolling with Organic through a decent area till his expression goes blank ‘Round 1’ like he’s the narrator and I pop up like with a scrap like a secret character Flawless when I called this so I took as a Vic Rubber butt up on the rifle just to cushion the kick Let the hollow points blossom so the bullets will stick It’s like I’m playing minecraft how I’m cooking a brick! If I get the slightest urge I’m gonna look up his chick and send her all the pictures I took of my dick Now I’m back on my bullshit, doing it big league Ill put his Ivy (IV) on the wall cause I grew up at Wrigley I leave his trap with chicken scratch like I drew him a squiggly I draw different so there ain't no way that you’re doodling with me! Look, family man, they’re gonna have to schedule his funeral quickly Youll get your dome split, the whole kit and caboodle is with me Even a chopper will take his wig like he boozin’ with Brittney Or he gets sliced under his ribs like I’m removing a kidney I got the kind of bars that you have to give a kidney for People bite and try to bait me in like a fishing lore Team full of animals, Starfox 64 For the cabbage I spray something savage, it’s not Chris Dior Daddy shoulda taught me better, mommy should have kissed me more Drunk tower of terror tell your daughter it’s a Disney tour People on the ground see her falling down fifty floors Even Ripley swore he never seen some shit like this before So after I clapped in your kid you get clapped in the rib the way my finger lickin’ shots he need a napkin and bib You get twisted off the top, I will Snapple your lid and if you actually live you’ll have something to tell people and fun facts you can give Like “Did you know that Fresco will push your line back and then raffle your wig and have blood covered walls like the faculty did?” Pulp Fiction, your girl ODing off the swag that I give and you’ll need a chest shot after I crashed at the crib You should be viral on Youtube, the chicken pox guy With a face that’s made from scratch like a chicken pot pie Bars easy to catch like you hit a pop fly and got you stupid looking like your daddy when he didn’t drop by Bars clip the whole row behind you but you gonna catch the brunt of it Not even the Asian dude from Tiananmen Square could stand in front of it I’ll make your bitches jaw drop and if she can stand the punishment I’ll make her keep that mouth open so I can ash the blunt in it. Easy [Thesaurus, Round 2] Yo! There’s ain't a chance that he could win today, the bay is what made a man of me Homie, I’m on my mofy (?) shit, this case could turn to battery This isn’t anger management, pain and agony I’ll kill him, take the stand and get away with it, I’ll Casey, Anthony Okay children, you’ll get coached on stage, that’s Craig Nelson At our peaks, this is Mt. Saint Helen’s to cave dwelling Go ahead, click in your seatbelt, it ain't helping cause that hook will make him spin in his chair, he Blake Shelton They tell me toe-tagging Fresco won’t happen ever but I’ll take flight Masked up, low cabin pressure See his pen’s fire but sometimes it don’t match his efforts So the way he raps is playing catch, he just throws that together Never risk taken but he must admit what I did changed him Cause my shit gave him a foundation, I’m brick laying So the more you see this Criss Angel illusion of clips waving the more you about to see money get pressed like inflation They been saying I’ll automatically lose if I use gay jokes on him But I wouldn’t do that in the Bay so it ain’t no problem I don’t need them, each bow leave him with no feeling No coke fiending just dope lines I’m ODing And no type of that powder It’s just firing power I’m about to flash on him, 88 miles per hour Even when I’m home his bitch likes how I pound her She hop on it down the street like a wireless router Yo! You’ve been spiraling downward It wasn’t a mistake So keep bumping those gums and I’ll uppercut you in the face Some would say that I wouldn’t win this if it wasn’t in the Bay But you’ll get Trumped in every state, no Republican debate. Time [Fresco, Round 2] You gave birth to offpoint comparisons disguised as hard punches Like “oho that’s why your hearts pumping cause you look like Michael Clarke Duncan with his private parts shrunken.” Well my homie is the shit so if you try and spark something He got that Nickelodeon magazine, that means that slime will start dumping He said “People think my left is made of metal plated armor…” I stopped the battle right there and I never made it further He probably said “You’re fucking up the feng shui, you should have decorated smarter This is not the fade you wanted, I’m your secound favorite barber See, you just want to pop a bottle like a celebration starter but they’re looking at you funny like an elevator farter.” It’s lines like that they will probably get you relegated partner Like your PoRich back at Ground Zero with a detonation marker That’s a tiny sample but a prime example You gotta know when to walk away, this is no time to gamble Bum ass flow, fuck you and anybody taking it I’ve been using gun lines since Grind Time when everybody hated it He was like “all these wack MC’s rapping about guns are just about as fake as ever at least I can frame it better and give them more creative effort I can use gun bars and syllables to make it clever Cause he’s known for keeping something tucked like Caitlyn Jenner.” You need to take your notebooks and throw them all into a paper shredder This shit has been a long time coming, it’s better late than never I hardly spend time with my bars because I don’t take forever Plus I’m stuck in a Teenage Wasteland like at the Staples Center when the Lakers enter Now I’m out for blood That’s why you losing a liter I took my cue from Dr. Mundo that’s how I threw you a clever He was in an acting troupe Doing musical theater While I was in an Aston coupe playing musical sweepers He say I’m nice, but the feeling isn’t mutual Peter After the last album, Chase Moore don’t want nothing more to do with you either I mean, Madness hasn’t called you since you blew up his beeper It’s 2015 and your man Greg still ain’t threw you a feature He’s known your ass for twenty years and still don’t have a song with you So that’s a strong signal that your fans have all dwindled Ya’ll could have done a rap along single for the Amazon Kindle and had the nursing home turnt before your Grandma called Bingo You must have scratched the wrong pimples and you have some soft dimples and you ugly and soft so I guess the path you on fits you I could switch magazines like I grabbed the wrong issue and get you crushed in the grill of a black range like a Mastodon hit you They say Thesaurus is robbing the cradle Lets get to chopping this fable I say keep that shit up for as long as you’re able He’s like a card shark sitting at the (?) table trying to lure a sucker in with the comedy angle But I wonder what’ll happen when his daughter gets playful 40 year old man with a little girl who you thought was your angel In a fully loaded Jag with all the options enabled Pulling that bitches hair back like she wanted a facial He’ll probably tell her that he love her and that he honest and faithful But all he wanted was a quick plug like an optical cable So now you’re up at night, looking at the locket she gave you Cause a lonely dad is the only man that your daughter relates to! Splash [Thesaurus, Round 3] I ain’t come to joke around You know this clown’s been broken down And for my local crowd? This is how a closing rounds supposed to sound Now watch this It’s all biz He don’t know what a cross is Til I drop one on him like a draw bridge Shoulda saw this coming Me punchlining with you is about to be more one sided than Unbias Review You won’t deny that it’s true just because I won’t pass the torch I’m Bo Jackson, I belong in my own class of sport I’ll kill him on cam but it won’t stand in court so I go back and forth, just toe tag the corpse You got no chance Ill beat ya in your own dang arena Charging to the game? Nope, won’t take his Visa You wanna throw? I’ll go straight to home plate and greet ya I’ve been flipping off the bat sans Jose Bautista It don’t take a genius to see your business is foreclosed Message delivered in Morse Code This is a warzone I know you straight but how you dress? I’ve seen bitches in your clothes For real, it’s like you shop at Narnia You lyin’ which is your wardrobe (Lion, witch, wardrobe) This is more close to a dissection Try testin’ and I’ll right left him then shortcut like Swipe texting Your times ending, walk over you high stepping Head shot make his whole life change like a life lesson Now I’m guessing there’s a reason that you reference ratchets Even though you showed up…dressed like that chick Trying to appeal to two demographics like Lenny Kravitz but it’s just theatrics There’s nothing upstairs but an empty attic I will dead this cat, head in the bag like any match they offer This was just a shortstop in the Bay, I’m Brandon Crawford No canon fodder this cat is softer than behind the candle opera now watch your life get cancelled like the time I battled Hoffa Two-time champ I’ll win it two times more Now I’m back on top of the game like a new highscore. Splash [Fresco, Round 3] Look, you blew up when battles had DJ’s But can’t rap to a beat That’s like a professional break dancer that can’t move his feet Ugly dude with freestyles They’re like “That dude is heat!” But this is a written battle filmed in HD which is bad news for Pete And my lines will be the only lines they quote from it So this won’t be a battle where the fans can say that we both stunted I roast something Pass it to your girl now she’s so blunted She gonna give me a little face like the old hundreds Red, white and green diamonds like Italian ice Shorty so wet on the phone she need a bag of rice You ain’t been popping for a while like a can of Slice Seasoned fans took me so they booked me for the added spice Now I didn’t even wanna use this bar for Pete But he lives in the desert so he should be used to all this heat So from Cancun to a Sand dune I roll up on dude and park the Jeep Ready to dump the cans in his bucket like it’s Super Market Sweep I can wake his block up or let the Tech ring silent Maybe born Pro-Choice but fuck your Left-Wing bias Now that was a check swing but this next thing’s violent I’m about to open up on him like an X-Wing pilot My connect always good I got extra bandwidth And a second plan for anything the weapons can’t fix I’ve got money changing hands like Mega Man’s fists The watch got a second hand, you got a second hand wrist He about to face another blemish This is the worst you get sweeped Ashes get swept under the rug like it hurts to give grief Super Soaker backpack Squirt the kid brief Plus they love me in the hood like the first and fifteenth! Look, I be at the same health club that his chick be long She catching pheromones from me at the Lift-a-thon Yoga mat down, let her suck me like a twisty straw While she whips her hair back and forth like Dixie Kong I take her to the second gym like Misty gone Then make a movie that Starme that’s not Digimon Not acapella group but he gonna know the kinda shit we on When he hear the “Ooo wop” going just like a fifties song No GPS tracking but I getting Pete traced They have to set up a perimeter and get police tape That means I chalked his boy out You wanna get a clean slate I cook him a couple minutes at a time like a Kid Cuisine plate I go in a Black Ops mode Now I’m in his team base You will not see (Nazi) zombies when I get his team chased Warhammer 40k’s without the figurine paint He get ratchet after ratchet like he did a speed date Lieutenant Worf nine, put him in a Deep Space Then pitch a bird out the whip like they did in Speed Race, (Speed Racer) 18 karats on the wrist with the Winter Green face Just looking at her giving you that Listerine taste Tryin’ to get a buzz off my shit will get you smacked with a fly swatter I stay splash in this bitch like she rafting through white water Back in school I had the tool in the back of my guys locker County jail, a young boy got put in a Pod like Anakin Skywalker He don’t need breaking news to see action from live choppers To me it was always on sight, he was scrapping my eye doctor His bitch on my album cover, Alex Summers from all the havoc that I’ve caused her but I’ve been through that bitches walls so many times I’m actually Nightcrawler I’m pissed off if people even thinking the match is even I mean I should rerun my rounds cause this is a classic beating I’m like Popeye the sailor, I’m gripping a can and squeezing Talking out the side of your mouth gonna get you the Bambi treatment I brought the Thumper in the club, now it’s switching to Rabbit season If he Bugs, then I get him smoked like Yosemite Sam was creeping Morris will catch a flashback like he sitting in class and dreaming While I’m at his Bayside High like Tiffany Amber Thiessen Mario Lopez is in the building, this is your chance to meet him The silencer is Andy Griffin, whistling back to greet him This is Aladdin dreaming I’m wishing we had a reason I just had to get a couple bands off before giving him back his freedom. 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