Rap Battle

[Hakeem]

I'm 'bout to send your funny looking ass to the circus

Or back under that rock

With the serpents

Claimin' your a rider 'bout that

Life of movin' workin'

You let the flame go but your

Life is really worthless

I don't give a damn where you came from

You're sweeter than a honey bun

That's why every single person

Don't desert you

Aww, you need a hug

Sorry I gotta hurt you

Get out of line

And butter boy I'll really have to

Merk you

Uh, think it's sweet

I ain't no dessert food

On the same stage you should

Be grateful

You about to get peeled like a

Grape fruit

Can't touch me

Little boy blue, hoo

[Freda]

Aww, look at you boy

You so precious

I think it's time we let 'em know just

Who the best is

If we talkin' money gone

And check it off your checklist

Freda 'bout that action

Watch me shoot right where your

Chest is

I promise I ain't lyin' when I spit it

And whoever writing this here

Just for you

I'm really wit' it

Tell your homie come and get it

It's whatever

I'm that Brownsville bully it's

Nothin' better

This rappin' ain't for you

I ain't lyin' I keep it true

I know a place in France where we

Send lil' boys like you

Who love to dance and love to

Show off their ass in hammer pants

It's real here

You better check your time

Before you cross the line

Cuz when them hitters line you up

Boy, you can't call your mom

[Second Part]

Okay, we all know your mommy

Was a hustler

But you not

You crazy if you think you

Really touchin' her

But this the type of field

That I play on

I put that ass to park with no break on

I blow like napalm

So you should hit the blunt

And keep on smokin' till

Your eyes low

Freda spit that ether

Boy them bars will make 'em die slow

I know you mad

'Cause is not you boy

Your brother the man and he put on

A night gown boy

You look like a fan

I'm sorry boy you gotta put the

Check first

I'll make your neck work

Your lady know my best work

This empire all mine

And I ain't got no more time

To stand here with all these lies

Which one is it

You wanna be the queen or a Lyon

Tell cookie get the milk

Cuz the baby keep on crying

This here not my swag

And lucious please give him a towel

His sweat 'bout to make me mad

[Hakeem]

Yo, it's a rumble in the jungle

All eyes on me

I ain't Floyd

But am on the money team

Imma star nobody else compare

To Hakeem

I'm on Another level you could

Learn something from me

Bars for days

Word play dictionary

Go for blood kill every thing in sight

Carrie, scary I'm just warning up

They done lit a fire that

They can't put out

Imma new flavor

High hater, new paper, life saver

No sucker here

Top ten I belong to the greats

Takin' big, takin' nas

Takin' pac, takin' j

Feel me?

The Dalai Lama of Hip Hop

I won't stop

Doing numbers like Warren Buffet

I own stock

Slide through in a ray park it

And board a yacht

Ice drip off the neck

Wrist like moonshine

No shame I'm a ball legend like

John Stockton

Ten, Big Ben is my best friend

Pocket full of blue stripes

Blowin' 'em every thing foreign

Yeah, I'm ownin' it

One time for you

(Two times for keem)

Hands in the hair if you repin' dynasty

You know the motto

(Full throttle)

Who the man out there?

(Hakeem got it)

You want my spot flash

(But you can't buy it)

It's Hakeem pull a bullet to the

Name Lyon

Who run it? (Hakeem)

Who run it? (Hakeem)

Who the flyest in the world?

Who do it like (Hakeem)

Who put on for the city?

Show off like (Hakeem)

Nobody nobody

Nobody nobody

Nah, not even lucious the king Lyon lyin'

I warned you once before that

I'm just like ya

From now on I'm cuttin' ties

The empire's dyin'

Call me Hakeem

Bullet to the name Lyon