Daylyt vs. Chilla Jones

[Round 1: Chilla Jones]

We almost battled last year

You told your squad it was a big decision

But your circle stopped you from gettin' drugged: that’s an intervention

I’m about to take it back to the old Day like you reminiscin’

Why talk? I'll let that four warn him like a premonition

You get attention ridin' this gimmick wave—are you for sale, Lyt?

I'm too bar heavy so you gon' fail, Lyt

Soon as you brake, you gettin' lit up; I’m on your tail, Lyt

I know they told you that shit he brew is real light

That magic may trick some, but ask me if I’m impressed

40 with the ski mask but I still fire TEC's

Get your mic jacked by the schemes if you try and flex

Don’t flop, I’m about to show my ass with this dialect

See, I confess, play your position before you end a rhyme

They receive a cue, B, a girl is who they sent to find

That attack'll put a DE against the spine

And send him runnin' back for safety if you kick a offensive line

Now, man-to-man, I’m in my zone

You wanna prove that you real cold

But soon as Chill touch down that's just another failed goal

I feel bold, so I'ma scheme and I'ma punch 'til my hands swell

It’s hard to bear Lyt, he watered down like Amstel

Tell Davone Campbell I got a pump full of damn shells

I'll cock back, give the V one and watch his camp bail

Hell, I’ll tap yo mans and ask, "Is he real rappin’?"

The clip extends to rock a set, we got that steel clappin’

At a van, riddlin' doors, but we still clappin’

Pros act like I am bein' fake, so we peels at ’em

Value my realness, I’m makin' Lyt shine like Edison, Cali

I’m cold, but this is stuff he knows, the flow’s better in Cali

That been a drill, but he’ll deny Quill, put him to sleep

So this pen is sealin' his faith since he met us in Cali

The chick you met in the Valley threw me the Alley

That’s beyond clear ‘cause what I ride in attract her like John Deere

See, I’m a risk, watch the level I’m on clear

Play escalator, you can’t move me with long stares

I’m strong here, so I don’t care where they found y’all, Day

But I respect where you from, it’s real around y’all way

But tell Lyt if he don’t bounce the round ball way

He’ll die over and over: I will Groundhog Day

I hope you came with 44′s and war forts

If I lose, think women’s basketball: I’m a poor sport

Trust me, if Day see dukes it ain’t short shorts

I’m gettin' money out of this ring, it’s like Divorce Court

I got the torch, who could match the heat that I bring?

Fuck Brock! I stopped The Deadman's streak in the ring

Fuck props! You gon' never see Chilla in disguise

Fuck your mask! I want you to look yo killa in the eyes

[Round 1: Daylyt]

Let me ask the mass, was it the mask

That got y’all newbs attracted to the black dude?

Mmkay, mmkay…

They say I might get robbed at Vendetta 2

If I’m not still armed with lines

Judges, I’ll probably gotcha in a Jax move

Well, let’s go back to UW when I hit Arsonal

Then I hit Ray then told him I’ll beat thunder head

In the shortest year

A sharp line-up, how did I get over there?

I showed you I can score, peon niggas don’t understand

How much I get paid? Sigh, racks! My network green

Every sector vector know I can draw with the claw out

$500,000 in my PayPal, I got money in the web spinnin'

I showed you I could ball out

This one's for the women—I wonder, can she see?

I would leave B lyin' folded with the knife, look

I told you I’m nice, you seen what I did to ICE: "Good night, wolf!"

My purple niggas they reign, King

If you think this is a big joke, bro please, you’ll get left toast

If my man come from the corner

And press start at the right time, nigga, you will get smoked

And Verb dumbass think he could beat me

He must be sniffin' that Lou 'caine again

Nigga, he gon' need some huge luck

Moral of the story is: Verb bringin' them weak ass punches to the boss? Ha ha ha ha! Nigga, you suck!

It’s the simple arms of the boy with the chopper

Any kid who lift that K knows he have to face the metal

Or else it’s a curse, he get fucked

Life lived in reverse, they have to embrace the devil

That’s constant battles with Constantine

Inuyasha talent inside this dream

Valid, magnets got your scene

Drag him into the entrance ‘cause I adore you

What I got for you is somethin' I call a catastrophic scheme

Pay attention! They say be antic free

Granted the agreement, I need true gossip, beside the wealth

All I see is pussies at the top of that animal kingdom

Mufasa’s, pride is felt—but oh, am I scarred?

I see Chilla wanna rumble with the king of the jungle

Some know the pain that a lion felt

When he get called out by the little cats—are you kiddin’ me?

How can a meow be mistaken for a cry of help?

Forsaken, casualties, they die and melt

By any means, long as the crew is first to check

Gradually, the galaxy is on Orion's belt

You know what that means? The whole universe is next

Your plan of attack is to scheme?

That’s your weapon? Cool

Guard deck and move, everybody should expect a snooze

This is the die section, split him, dissected

My suggestion is Lux is who y’all best to choose

You got put in for a second move, lesson bruised

Undercard name shame, but I kept it cool

Under one exception: lose

I am who you can’t defeat, boo boo

‘Cause this match is a steppin' stool

Price our logo, know I could rock or dial

Any stage filled full of cod fishes, I’m a boss, Chilla

I remain a G… P.S. that’s why I could never be a lost nigga

I am just a divine hero

One who will leave a remainder but could divide zero

Tie, he know; that’s a Mission Impossible

I’m watchin' you, anything in my vision get ICU

I see you the one who grasps this, line graphic, die, bag flip

Sad shit is I gotta NBA off the block with steals

For real, my stats sick, who’s next to get stretched out with dots? Glock's my number one draft pick

I had who’s nexts to get stretched out with Dots

Glock's my number one Giraffe pick

I caught your raffle ticket

I told you I’m nice 'round here like I’m afro-pickin’

You fall out of place and break

I send dog out of space, he’ll get a taste of how Astro kick it

I want a lil body to pass: no midget

And I told you that’s the game plan

That I’m on; every word they get wrong lead to a body

I hope you can hang, man

I got 'em sayin', "Dang! Man! What is this nigga about?!"

I told you I’m ahead with the lines

And if that don’t stick, figure it out

Thought you was gon' win a battle today, I got this one

You win some and you lose some

But you live to see another day… To the Batmobile!

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]

You used gimmicks versus Magic for two reasons

To see your green grow like chia

And so they wouldn’t cheer for what was in store: IKEA

He from Watts, plus Lyt be over heads, I got an idea

I make him lie since you’ll get your head shot before they ID ya

He up front like he snatched my plate, I hate cowards

I will split Day in thirds for sayin' he ate ours

Get anywhere I peel grim'd

Then get him shipped like the Mayflower

Kill Lyt inner G, put son down to stop Day power

You tryna red our back ‘cause Celtic pride made it from Boston?

I’m bulletproof with the pen, I know you hate what I’m jottin’

Lush offered me more money, since he payin’ I’m rockin’

Now I’m here, in livin’ color, so who you slayin’ and robbin’?

This ain’t a blank, man, it bring major pain when the tool squeeze

So if Day men weigh and move E

It’s cool ‘cause I just killed him in Damon Wayan movies

I’m truly sick, niggas don’t get the win from me often

Remind me of a ventriloquist how dumb he talkin'

They dial Jones then my stock mark it, watch money droppin'

Now I'ma bring it to 'em, B, like a mummy’s coffin

To 'em, B? See, that’s "tomb," like where you goin’, you

See dots in front of Lyt house: that’s an ocean view

I was coachin' you, ‘cause I support everyone’s grind

Truth is I only took Daylyt to see my son shine

Now, in some minds, they like, “Why you usin’ synonyms for?”

Well, why not? Words is weapons and I’m sendin’ him fours

Catch Lyt with all his friends, now I’m sendin’ him foes

He hit my phone like, “Jones, what you sendin’ 'em for?!”

It’s ‘cause you snitchin' and told the pigs I’m sinnin’

You sendin’ infos, so now y’all all fucked

It’s like I’m sendin’ nymphos

But let me jog your mental to take you they sent me two checks

Joey Crawford: I’m official with these two TECs

I’ll blast, split his house in half, that’s how I do, Plex

You told me he was slammin' in the ring, I should sue Plex

Get X'd with magazines, I don’t play, boy

I’m about to put holes in your man's shin: no Hugh Hef

If dude flex in the ring and start the worst trouble

I'ma snap with the shoulder strap like purse buckles

Take rounds, get ‘em let down, I’m here to burst bubbles

Get at ‘em and even the score with the first couple

Shout out to Cali Smoov, he had a similar bar for Nitty too

But while I’m at it, let me respond to that little shot Nitty threw

My city crew good with blades, so if he run they’ll still split 'em

Do him and his brothers grim, that mean if Rum pull steel, skin him!

And if he still livin’ on December 25th, I’ma pop and spray

This can it’ll kill him, then after Christmas they’ll be boxin’ Day

Boss town!

[Round 2: Daylyt]

A lot of y’all know me as Daylyt

But since my mom in here, she know me as Noobie

She asked me what it means

It means I spit nasty: it’s a lugie

True B, you see how I’m fluent with the speech?

I know how to surprise the slower

I spit a line, Glee, that’s for the geeks

Don’t worry about how who’s the liver flow-er

Just know before you ever spit

The ability to scheme different elements style cry for help

And I molded, you stole it, give me my credit, I said it

You’ll never get it down, prime example of who I am

I’m on-call talent, I tell 'em it’s down time

Look at all the niggas I under ate, that’s a star for the crowd shine

Four lines in one, dial 9: that’s pound sign

Speakin’ of pound signs, niggas been comin’ at me with that L BS

Wait… pound signs, LBS, weight

We are not on the same scale, frame frail

Under all pressure, yes sir, but its lesson in vain, swell

Slug my back? Main snail

He lyin’ out that ass, I guess it’s the same tail

My game real, I get paid for every bar I come up with

Y’all can see all of my brain sells

That’s the way I was trained, double lines

A Trak, take that, way back, before you could talk, man

See these babies got drive way before they could walk, man

To the station, but I say F ‘em in the AM

‘Cause that’s where I'ma bury your life

When a baby goes, death gets broadcasted through the radios

I guess he’s just another stereotype

Tune into this one!

The last nigga I battled in front of him, they was savin’ his time

I hit him with a Gangsta's Paradise line

That’s what happens when you dealin’ with them dangerous minds

My name over them headlines

From them over-the-head lines: Coolio, he legit

Bars like that, they like, "You need to quit."

"How could you rule?"—I’m like "You see the spit."

It’s my duty to be the shit

They need a fix, it’s crackin’ you all, but you all broke

Wired, house shattered

They need to fix that crack in the wall that y’all broke

See the wires? House shattered

They can’t fix it when I’m crackin’ you all

And your jaw broke, wired… fire, nigga

Whoever in front of me will be flat: I retire niggas

It’s a ocean of flames: see fire, nigga!

Get a whole honeycomb silenced: be quiet, nigga!

I told 'em I rely on my rage

Niggas who doubt him, how come the outcome is Malcolm X?

You hand out of pocket, you’ll die on the stage

And I rely on my babe, ‘cause she a Cap and wild gunner

She’ll close her eyes, point the deuces to ring like Pacquiao mother

And I really feel like I got this one

You win some and you lose some

But you'll live to see another Quill… not this one

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]

Alcatraz bars—who the fuck gon' break you out?

Your day 26, that’s how I’ma take you out

Face blew out, you’ll be done if I give D one

For actin’ I'll leave him on the floor from this knee, son

Get it? Liam Neeson, you must’ve missed Taken 2

But get your aim up ‘cause I’ll never miss takin' two

Follow you and shorty to wherever miss taken to

Oh, you don’t believe that you and your miss taken too?

That’s why I kill you, then kill her, she mistaken too

One: you taken this battle was a mistake, and two:

She see I’m fly, and yes, I'm who your miss taken to

And that’s why I got the pipe that your miss takin’ too

Could kidnap him, you could get your miss taken too

You’ll see D split like I broke his mixtape in two

Breakin’ news, I’m officially a beast

Family curse: I’m leavin’ every kin of D deceased

Capisce? See they love me in Cali, I’m like Tiger Ty

Put Lyt on his ass in secs when that fire fly

Your wife’s a bird, he like, "That lie’s absurd."

That’s ‘cause she gave Ghost face and blew Meth like Heisenberg

My mind's disturbed, I'ma relapse

Be sharp, D, mine are dangerous

To see major stacks they’ll leave a G flat

And some'll rise, but whoever do gettin’ recapped

I’ll fire on the front of your head, now that’s a Heat cap

Repeat that for thinkin’ that a tool can’t blaze ya

You’ll need defense for your face like the tool man neighbor

I will send two shots just to make sure your death come

The first pop teach you how to crawl, he the best one

The second pop raise the nigga up like a stepson

Both made of metal, when they rose he jet, son

I’m gettin’ paid to check Day like it’s check day

Plus, I aim high when that TEC spray

You five deep? Well, I'ma let two heads roll aimin’ for necks, Day

After I make two more roll, you next, Day

I’m who the best say is the best in this whole game

Chilla, that’s my code name—plus, that’s a cold name

Niggas actin’ bold ‘cause they at home, shit is so lame

But I make dickheads pussy in the ring with no shame

And tell your whole gang

I’ll practice bangin’ where they hangin’, Day

So if I’m washin’ ten with the hawk, I’m just trainin’, Day

I hope you prayin’, Day… any gimmick, you better use it now

Against Mr. Jump To Top Tier From The Proving Grounds

[Round 3: Daylyt]

To be amongst the All Stars they say bring all bars

Nah, I need my fame

‘Cause that last battle versus Rich Dolarz

He got broke in half in that 4th quarter

Oh my god, things have changed

I seen the plot to get a crazy feat, what a dream!

The little King of Pop, it was ABC, what I mean

It don’t matter if you black or white

Your career, I got to beat it

They ask why? I tell 'em it’s human nature to attack son

Niggas like me don’t care about love

‘Cause we the realer niggas that might go jack son

Smooth criminal, remember the time?

I was lookin’ at my reflection in the mirror

The one with the realest curls

Thought I was dolo, noble fans tellin’ me

"Day, you are not alone, you can heal the world."

But who’s badder than me with them bars? Nobody

I do niggas dirty, die in a box in the sky, soon as the night slid

And I got an underlyin’ mission

The inside of me remains Black Power

But the media shows I got the white kids

Who think and shout?

And I tell 'em, "Fuck these lil boys!"

And they wanna throw me in the rapist route

Soon as I come up with somethin’ positive

And they hand me the mic, son, they blank it out

But I’m proud to see, Momma

I made it through all these bitch niggas that was doubtin’ me

I knew how to get their attention

All I had to do was hang a lil' white son off the balcony

But that’s just the normal rules of the slum gang

Rock Man on a treadmill: nigga, I run things

Nigga, you gave me the shot, I shoot stupid: I got dumb aim

The clip will take you to the movies, shorty: my gun bangs

And I heard you work at the Quik-E-Mart

Yeah, so I'ma catch him waitin’ at the liquor store

Pass holmes, put the mask on like, "Yeah, I'ma lick a store."

Run up to him and ask him, "Hey, my nigga!

Where you got all that high price liquor stored?"

He run, he gone fall, blow his tongue on the wall

Now you could lick the store

If it’s money to pay, why owe me?

You be in the street left wide, homie

Family screamin’ out, "Why, homie?!"

Half your body in Boston, the other half in Wyoming

If I chase a nigga, Glock break a nigga

Funeral homes, box-wake a nigga

You get the open hand, the fist or the deuce: rock, paper, scissors

I’ll cock at his feet, these birdies better learn to dance

Or it’ll be arms in the front, arms in the back

It look like the Pee Wee Herman dance

Off the bat, this is how I know I got ya

You'll get your shit shot in the Matrix—blocka!

And I really feel like I got this one

You win some and you lose some

But you live to see another Day… well, not this one