Loaded Lux vs. Murda Mook Round 1 (2014)

[Round 1: Loaded Lux (Spoken) *actions*] (Mook is you ready? Mook is you ready baby? Total Slaughter y’all ready?) King of Harlem muthafuckas, I don’t entertain opinions There’ll be no more victory saving victims Wish him well judges, and all the paid admission that came to aid the mission I don’t lose to these lost niggas attempting, only thing you gon’ take is attendance You just an intermission, I’m on a mission, it makes a difference It was written 2010, that “Watch me Work” video, I gave you the premonition But this what sipping get you for gifting, forgot you was scheduled for demolition Addictions is no good for niggas when in the trenches How you wake up an intervention, laying in intensive? Current position I’m beating you on the numbers Math did it, now Eminem is, he in addition He gave you a word problem you can’t solve How your mind is (minus) going to multiply with This add out for your division, get the vision? But this ain't the first time you getting your head split in collisions Damn homie, on them smack DVDs you was the man homie *Points to watch* What the fuck happened to Mook? Y’all saw him in there with Iron Your opponent was white and the punches was hardly striking The other thing enticing, it felt like I was watching a last performance from Iron Mike in the ring, or Mook, good to retire, your story book-ending look better at the pilot Flying higher than the sun-lit sky, I thought you warmed up nigga This new you couldn’t beat a phonebook in a dryer Yup, yup, I got a new haircut and I’m acting up Ay, but look at you though, now look at Lux, yeah, and knowing my niggas look rich as fuck I’m Twooooochains, you could hold the antics, show theatrics. danger: I detect no trench coat with the badges I had to protect my neck, let the confuser inspect the deck looking for gadgets, I’m jacked in I’m jacked in nigga, I’m like a old soul fashion from back when I bought eighty babies for money making, Manhattan, what happened? Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin, you thinking cat, missed the whole hat trick Disappeared youngin’ in his wonder years, money, bunny ears pull out on you It’s fucking magic, like Co Co, you never had it This just might fuck a friendship up to put something up in the cabinets Oh, we, we just rapping Lux, they want another classic Bullshit nigga, they want another casket I see you like to play games but you ain’t never seen it in this graphic, I’m at you, dig down with a gravedigger Our beef went as far back as when BET taked Tigger in that same picture No niggas, took a whole coat off you, not a drop of paint thinner, ain’t this a... Not even a picture hang with ya, why incomplete, make compete, no order but wanna eat I rather rap like a preacher, than act like a priest What’s with the ass grabbing? You boys lost me, you missed a cheek Wasn’t [...] now it ain’t no chicken to flee But you can leave it to a woman to know how these niggas sleep Was your westside man slipping you Dayquil? Let me find out, he was one of them twenty niggas in the showers waiting to Jay males *Thrusting action* No credit office, you’ll take a deal though to pay a bill You admit it, you did it for the money You a prophet puppet, you got corrupted, and you stock deducting You dry humped through your career, you know who not to fuck with Y’all all drunken in public, the other niggas is duckin’ They all getting socked and snucked in they runnin’s How your folks will function proper, your breath smell, more punches than broadway Rocky numbers I don’t knock you nigga but god damn it, they think they thought lollipops was suckers You oughta fuck while they stuck by ya The Ruff Ryder in the lane with the truck tire I drove all the way from Jersey with this arsenal, I got out of K-Camp It’s nothing to uppercut a bitch off, I bust drivers nigga, right in they mouth You going to jail now *looks at watch* All the dirt, delivery like a hearse You gonna get it the worse my nigga, but not the first Mase ain’t the only Murda that ended up in a church You a whore, what this nigga know about war? That’s just some shit he had on yesterday and the day before You’ll be another dead homie, hey, the trip keeper said he blew it ‘cause he never read up on me Tonight you niggas with rhymes learn Wise words for anybody who got nerves Don’t be another Murda Mook here on this live serve I will ball upside to your head to your sideburns nigga Whip ‘em all over the street like wide turns, this where the tide turn sharp I’m parked at the jaw stop harder your kock off, onslaught Man to man this nigga a dog walker On the second thought, you the opposite actually, get me, you pussy That’s Chinese fortune, gon' be cookie everywhere when this cat eat with me My rap dark, bad start thinking he mad smart My shot right, I got a supermarket in plan, this path marked Mook, you couldn’t shine my war boots My son need food for his mind, I’m who he talk to They got me feeling like the man when I walk through We can’t just listen to any one of y’all get a floor too But when we need a nigga to mop, we’ll call Mook I will battle anyone on this call with the hand of Jesus Tell that nigga don’t ever throw rocks at the sun, he can’t reach it, work nigga [Round 1: Murda Mook (Spoken) *actions*] (Yo, I ain’t really get half that shit he said, but hey, let me give you some gangsta shit now Since y’all have seem to forgotten me) I say yo, against Calicoe, we was loving it But now though, I think I speak for me and a whole list of others when I tell you we done got sick and tired of your mumbling We in a situation perpetuated and delegated by the mothership and all this other shit Nigga, shut your lips, you thinking we fucking with that righteous bullshit? When niggas' mothers was out here struggling? And y’all let him diss niggas for hustling? I tell you what, the same day niggas like us’ll stop selling illegal substances Will be the same day Magic Johnson can get on TV and tell Donald Sterling to suck his dick But now for these bars that I’m tucking in, weight, you be a bench See Lux, we dead animals but we eclipse the battle rap [...] But cat, peep the twist, I hope you gave your son kiss Cause I’m ‘bout to show you I’m done with, trying to come to grips with bottling up all this two leader shit So the... hold up, so the fans wanted the old Murda, the du-rag lace [...] straight old Murda *Removes hat from head* Well y’all naked eyes will have to bare with me this whole murder Ay, mask on, glove, I ain’t leaving no trace I’m ‘bout to bring y’all champ pain, and it’s gonna be a cold case May I propose a toast, “hey congrats” and clap I put tubes in his dickhead like a catheter I propel him to a massacre Long chopper, this bitch hold thirty-two passengers (Oh my...Hold up, let me work, let me work) All this fake teaching you preaching, niggas done had enough Cause you a false prophet, money, you don’t be adding up For example, he crafted up he used to “battle on the roof and the loser had to jump” That was cute but in real life I had to battle for the stoop and the losers had the pump *gun loading action* See we slave for this white, boy, that cotton out here in the field Lux, you know how that feel Lux? Baby mom’s is a nuisance and you up to your neck in bills Lux? I know for a fact you know cats who sold crack and walk track through the court system I wonder if you tell some of your friends they lost niggas But speaking of lost niggas and court systems, Lord forgive him But his right hand man Sam, damn, that was a travesty I heard the D.A. jogged his memory so fast he was losing calories They had him sketching pictures of niggas like he was in an art gallery Shit, I heard when Sam sung he indicted the whole galaxy (The fuck, you thought this nigga could fuck with me? The fuck is wrong...) But don’t be mad at me, check it, I ain’t clockin’ his track record I’m just baton waiting, I’m relaying what’s coming back to me Actually, since this his show, I wanna borrow something from Eminem Roll camera, me and this Lux theme was imminent Cut scene if it is too obscene to vision Not personal, all these productions is dividends I just came to snatch the purse off a senior citizen Not a senior citizen but a scene ya sit us in See we olympians, so like the high-jump, putting your back on the floor is the goal So when that heat point, back up, cause my demeanor is cold When that heat point back up, cause my demeanor is c… Oh wait a god damn minute, the heat point, back up, sounds like de-mean-Norris Cole Ay, I bring him Oklahoma thunder, he talking, we tear his block up Soon as he chant durant, he gonna hear the semi-baca Jack son for his big face, ain’t talking twenty dollars He getting cooked right in front of y’all, welcome to Benihana’s I said now let me be chiro-practical And take a crack back at Cal, I’m just asking “how?” Wow, me and my pals laughed at Lux choke so loud it was hard to breathe I felt like Moses ‘cause that was me and my whole staff' favorite part to see Pardon me for being type hurt *pretend types on keyboard* When I did the site search you questioning my worth If you wanna fight first then let’s get it Knife worth, get ripped like a tight shirt when you stretched in it Pipe burst, nigga you light work like electricians Take your hands off your hip nigga, listen (Hold that time) Ay, what happened to the Lionz Den? Kid Capri said you still have to pay him, every week it was more delayin’ You either pay me or I walk away that was his ultimatum You told him “well walk away then” but you ain’t even fault to blame him He knew since you was on the cam a lot, you’d be dragging your feet, so of course he knew you’d slay him Though you had the battles in bulk, like the Incredible Hulk, y'all had the mean run But it was kid who gave you juice sweetie, you was Capri son Yo, yo, yo why do you pile, yo when he rapping why do you pile up your syllables? And try to distort nigga’s mental views, hyphen and hyphen and hyphen and hyphen not I’m not dissing you, it’s just a fact, when you rap like that it’s not visual You take a phrase real simple and then you make it real difficult It’s a difference between lyrical than just rhyming a bunch of words niggas really ain’t trying to listen to And you think you tricked them dudes? But niggas knew what you was been getting through So you fucking up my Christmas too, cause the surprise is petty Look at it like this: what good is having a gift rapping if the recipients know what’s inside already? See, it was you who dissed us for selling drugs and toting Glocks It’s safe to say you David Blaine, you put yourself in a box Cause now, if he try to rap hard saying “well they only bars”, it’s still against what he believe in He’ll be depicted as a fraud, so what’s your card?...