Yung Griz vs. Mr. Biscuit

[Round 1: Yung Griz]
I’m ‘bout to dump this Colorado nigga in the o-cean!
They gon’ find him gone
From the mountain to the Pacific...y’all know what time I’m on
I’m in my zone
And this is my house, bitch!
I’m ‘bout to put you on
See, this game is cutthroat
That’s why I cut throats
And when I make where you put your tie reek, he’ll (Tyreek Hill) know this my home
I ain't come to play
And got some things to say
So let's get into that
You have not put in enough work to have anything drop on the app
But these niggas still put you on and that's why you feelin' you that
I got this shit outta somebody's trunk, and I had to scrape the serial back
The machine made this Biscuit
I made my Biscuit from scratch
You asked-

HAAAAH!
HAAAAH!

You asked for this!
The staff got a written plan to have you lit
Know how I handle it? Cannon lift
See, I'm on yo' side...I got a stick to the man you script (manuscript)
So play ya role
'Cause for the next 20 minutes, I'm in control
It's 'bout to get darker than Navy blue
They brought me in to go (indigo)
If you die, you gone!
You pass? Then you cut: that's a give-and-go
Nah! Better play
Stab Biscuit: that's a pick-and-roll (pick in roll)
Wow!
The nigga's cannon so craaaazy
Y'all 'bout to piss me off
Only thing intricate about you is how you were able to get a spot in the Crucible and trick it off
This a loss
You are not as hot as you think you are
This nigga don't even know he not SMACK for real
This a Floss!
Popeyes! Biscuit! He gettin' tired of the bars!
'Til it's Biscuit on a shirt like, "I ate mine in the car."
The only way you survive is if God hear a prayer
BOW! The bullet hole forever gon' need care
Every time a breeze hit the wound, he knowin' it's there
I ain't send the nigga flyin', but the nigga still sore (soar) in the air
You not ready!
There ain't a God. Damn. Thing! you could do wit' me
And that's true indeed
Hit you wit' these, and lean Biscuit: they gluten-free!

Season 2!
Crucible Season 2!

Suppressor on it - you finished, rookie!
Hit Biscuit wit' a accent: it's a British cookie!
Revolver!
Revolver...
Guess what? Revolver
I brought 'em all in
John Cena: different straps, and they all spin
He ain't even gon' hear it go off while I'm clappin' at him
(*tsoo, tsoo, tsoo*)
Nigga thought I was rappin' at him!
It's bar after bar, I'm chalkin' you like that
In yo' grill, I'm gon' bark on you like that
Don't lose - these niggas will for damn sure not market you like that
It's yo' turn...don't let me talk to you like that
Griz

[Round 1: Mr. Biscuit]
Hold it down!
LISTEN, Yung Piss! The danger's real!
Any bar that you may reveal is a seatbelt on a airplane
You not as safe as they make you feel!
They told me "Work my way up to better opps before makin' skrill"
And since this one make AHAT look washed, they asked me to waive (wave) the bill!
Hold it down!

AAAAAGGGH!

Aye, Griz!
You know how many rappers I smoked talkin' 'bout they squeeze the trig'?
Now I gotta deal wit' Yung guns too (Young Guns II)?
Well, I don't believe the (Billy the) Kid
In high school, I was ti-
Now I gotta-
CATCH UP!
You know how many rappers I smoked talkin' 'bout they squeeze the trig'!?
Now I gotta deal wit' Yung guns too (Young Guns II)!?
Well, I don't believe the (Billy the) Kid!
In high school, I was timid!
I just wanted the drama over!
Now I wanna be Forever, Yung (Young): I learned a LOT from Hova!
Knock him over
Swing like a Chicago Cub: I learned a lot from Sosa
They'll find his face next to his calves: he learned a lot from yoga
On-site
In broad daylight (Daylyt) like Spawn's wife
If you the one they callin' sick, well, call in sick 'cause this a off night
I'm a walking contradiction wit' these hands: this the wrong right
You will hear a "Fatality", "Biscuit wins", and a gong strike!
I wrote three rounds last week, and I ain't practice 'em either
Nah, I proofread 40 percent: that's Spanish tequila
I'll pull up behind his Pinto (Pinta) like the Santa Maria
In a gigantic Expedition like Sacagawea!

I get you buzzin'- nigga!
Play wit' me!
WHAT!?
Crazy...
GET HIM OUT MY FACE!

I rolled up behind his Pinto (Pinta) like the Santa Maria
In a gigantic Expedition like Sacagawea!
I get you buzzin', but fame ain't gon' get you nothin'
'Cause I'll pop out when you succeed like a distant cousin!
You think I'm scared you beat them!? You buggin'!
Bro, this Grandma crib
You just ate? Well, let me fix you somethin'!
What you got, Griz? A gun so big it make my team abort?
My last opp gun made a mall rise ('em all rise) like People's Court
If I get aggressive, you ain't gon' file nothin' but a police report
You toddler-frail, you don't cause no hell
You wouldn't catch a hollow shell at a beach resort
He first in line in my new mission
It's not easy to surprise me
I'm first in line at the soup kitchen
I'mma beat him to the white meat!
Likely! I'll do Yung grisly if he try me
Special Victims Unit - they gon' send Sergeant Benson and Ice-T!

(*The crowd in Tacoma goes berserk after that bar and takes more than a minute to calm down*)

Gather 'round, kids, like fat camp, and prepare for this lesson

(*Just as the crowd had quieted down, this line gets them riled back up again*)

I can't rap! They won't let me rap!
Hold it down! Let me rap!

Gather 'round, kids, like fat camp, and prepare for this lesson
I'm so crack in the building, the building will fail an inspection
I understand you think you raw, but you look delicate testin' (delicatessen)
So the fact that I'm apparent (a parent) to you is never in question!
They call me "Jupiter", 'cause for many moons, I been the one giants fear (giant sphere)
It's gon' be a long night for you 'cause you're a son...not a peer (sun not appear)
Rappers would perish (wood parish) like Catholic churches
That's why none (nun) volunteer
I feel like Spanish Harlem: I'm the pro to call (protocol) when they wanna stunt y'all career!
TIME!
RAP!

[Round 2: Yung Griz]
Nice round, nigga

You ‘bout to rap a bunch of goofy, random wordplay…
Tryin’ to show your intellect
I’mma rap a bunch of ignorant shit in your face
It’s all disrespect
I done seen 20-car pileups
The car in the middle? When you rap, that’s the one that we expect
‘Cause you ain’t really doin’ anything wrong
You’re just...indirect (in da wreck)
A bunch of goofy wordplay made Colorado hype this nigga!
I fuck wit’ Colosseum
I’ll yoke you up by the collar - I don’t like this nigga!
I’m from the city-!
I’m from where they got palm trees!
You couldn’t get one of those in your city if you tried it
That’s why you not ready for the shit that I’m wit’
The levels I hit, the metal I grip
See, yo’ weather sucks, I brought a ladder
We talkin’ two different climates (climb it)
One in the chamber, that’s a full clip wit’ a extra round
Standin’ up straight - BOW! - ‘til I let him down
Now he a Limp Biscuit (Bizkit), and the bullets went all in together now! (N 2 Gether Now)
I’ll see you in Hell!
Pole up…
You one of them Christian rappers
My bad…
We don’t wanna hear that bullshit tonight
You know how much a praise’ll (appraisal) cost you?
I wouldn’t try it if you value your life

Nah, let them love it! Let them love it!
We outside! Let them love it!
We outside!

Another God-fearin’ rapper makin’ money off of disrespect
Don’t tell me religion is why you haven’t sold your soul to the Devil yet
I mean, you clearly would do anything for fame
So if it would help you cross over, you would in a sec’ (wood intersect)
But wait! The Lord is thy shepherd
But what happen when the sheep actually die?
Is it Heavenly skies?
Or does the Shepherd sell the body and profit off of the lies?
The irony...niggas don't even know they food 'til they pullin' wool over their eyes
Blade get him, I'm tryna cut out things
He gone, I'm still cuttin', it's a drawn-out scene
They like "Griz, you gotta stop!"
I'm like "Why!? This Biscuit ain't done...'cause the blade ain't come out clean!"

[Mr. Biscuit]
That was crazy, that was crazy

[Yung Griz]
I'll let a bullet burn, then he in the dirt
They gon' cry when they grave him
Leave Biscuit under cooked (undercooked) like white people made 'em
Yo, on God, I spaz!
Put him in front of dog, he bagged! (doggie bag)
But even though this Biscuit in a box, they couldn't save him!
It's bar after-
Rap, man

[Round 2: Mr. Biscuit]
He called a "Colorado Christian"!
I ain't gon' front, that got me insecure
But Colorado legalized weed first, we brought it to the floor
And whether I'm Christian or (Kris Jenner) not, I gave birth to the model they adore
You told Rubba Tung, "If I put the rubber on Rubba, it'll create a lot of friction"?
(*A small chorus of "Pause's" echo inside the venue*)
PAUSE! You trippin'!
Partna, listen
Even if the rubber is the handle on the Glock you grippin'
There's not a parallel universe on WandaVision where that bar don't draw suspicion
Listen!
In battle rap, I'm a robber baron
Run up wit' my nostrils flarin'!
Catch him in a awkward stare and beat him out the socks he wearin'
Talkin' careless
I'll leave Yung (young) blood in the street like a awful parent
I'm not for squarin'
Soon as he jump, the broom to Yung (too young) like a toxic marriage!
Land of opportunity! America's delusional!
PG for five years!? Welcome to the Crucible!
They usin' you!
Ever seen a young grizzly at a funeral?
And look at his mama bearin' (bear in) it - wildlife is beautiful

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I'm faster to the punch!
I'm faster to the punch!
He take too long to get to the punch!

Hold up!
If you knew Yung would die in this battle, then why you engineer it?
Knowin' that this gun would go off soon as Y-U-N-G near it
He may stumble back in shock before he see or hear it
He may be in the air before the fall like Christmas spirit!
This isn't rap! This is a plaque that I set on the shelf!
If you wanna be done for by 6 (4x6), it's my pleasure to help
I used to hustle portraits in the mall, nothin' ever would sell
So I quit, and now he show to get ahead (a head) of himself
He really talented, but he made me sick he had to be the fall guy
But to get my kids meals, I knew I'd wind up toyin' (wind-up toy) with a small fry
Pocket pistol, I'll put a arm around him like his dog died
I hold my own
I'm not on the road to NOME! I'm the rockslide!
NEWSFLASH! URL signs Biscuit at last!
Not even Medusa could solidify a vision this fast
Try to wear my shoes and slip in the grass
And crack heads (crackheads) on the curb, like a '80s baby relivin' the past!
Who's this!?
I feel like a Buddhist monk when this dude spits
'Cause I could see me going calmly 'cross his temple...wit' a broomstick!
Get beat wit' a tree branch for mean-muggin': that's a mood switch
I'll DROP ya-
I'll DROP whoever you got me confused with!

I'm almost done!

Listen, Michael! You will never be a star
You took the dream too far
I will jump in yo' subconscious and slap whoever you think you are!
You TALK too much, but I'll make the speaker bleed like the lead guitar
If you was T.D. Jakes in the club, you still couldn't reach the bar!
(*A few people in the audience start yelling "That's enough" and "Wrap it up"*)
Time

[Round 3: Yung Griz]
"Colorado legalized weed first..."
You worried about the law? That's how I know you a lame
They legalized weed in California and ain't a damn thing change

[Bobby Lee]
And you don't even smoke

[Mr. Biscuit]
Listen to his homeboy trying to save him!
Don't save this nigga!
Look at this nigga!

[Yung Griz]
Listen, listen - yo, yo, yo, yo

[Mr. Biscuit]
Emotional!

[Yung Griz]
This is important
This is really important
This is important as fuck

[Mr. Biscuit]
Bobby emotional

[Yung Griz]
I had...
I had a whole third round written about how you Crucible niggas don't deserve the opportunities that they are givin' to you
And how you niggas are getting fed by a spoon
I saw you earlier today...and I scrapped all that shit
And I'm really tellin' the truth
Because I needed this time...to ask you:
Why...did you decide...to come outside...in these motherfucking boots?

(*The camera pans down to a pair of black-laced boots that are faintly visible in the venue's green atmosphere lighting as the crowd hoots, hollers, and doubles over with laughter*)

Dawg...dawg...I swear to God...
These motherfuckers are leanin' so bad that in the fall, the leaves off the tree fall in your neighbor's lawn
Why do y'all like him!?
They told him he had a uphill battle
The nigga brought shoes that he actually hikes in!
These are true facts!
Earlier, Beazt Gatlin asked you where you were from, and you said, "I'm a military kid."
Clearly you skipped boot camp!

[Mr. Biscuit]
They gassin' a lil' bit

[Yung Griz]
You have got a lotta nerve, tuckin' the sweats in to show off the top of those boots!
You look like you twist your ankle every time you try to stomp in those boots!
These fuckin' boots should be a crime!
You should go straight to prison!
But they gon' let you out like Bill Cosby...
'Cause you didn't even lace these bitches!

[Mr. Biscuit]
That was CRAZY! That was CRAZY!

[Yung Griz]
Lamont Mapp gon' see the Reverend!
URL West I represented, but they neglected
Wasn't givin' me props, made 'em respect it
Wasn't givin' me shots, I made a method
They gave me a inch, I made it a mile
Map(p), I am a legend!
Washington, this shit is over!
Now he a legend, too: a box in the upper-left-hand corner!
You done for sho'
I up a fo', his spirit is bound to float
Hawaiian roll: that's a Biscuit without the soul
All that "URL career contract"-
All that shit is done now
How they throwin' away your contract, and I'm the one that took a opp out (opt-out)?
New class, he a dropout
Make a mess, bring a mop out!
They printin' his shirt, now the whole league get clothes (closed): it's a lockout
One more thing I gotta say to you:
Minor setback for the comeback...
I got you winnin' Crucible Season 2
It's bar, after bar, I'm chalkin' you like that
In yo' grill, I'm gon' bark on you like that
Don't lose - they can't market you like that
I'm done - why'd you let me talk to you like that?

[Round 3: Mr. Biscuit]
That was the most fire round, bro
I can't dress - no cap
(*laughs*)
Yo, I heard Griz had my name in his mouth
Turns out I hate poetry: I don't know what the ravin' (The Raven) about
Silencer protocol
The reason why I'm takin' this bout
Is so P could have an excuses for when he phases you out
You hide behind a façade like you'll pop for real, dude
Meet "Yung"
Meet "Griz"
They're (k)not the real you
The Culture don't call you "Michael", but your mama still do
So the day I lose my cool, the doctor will, too!

The boots are on fire (*laughs*)

I said, I'm not a violent human being, but one disclaimer
Entrepreneur on my hip: that's a Yung Griz-taker (risktaker)
It's like a bottle of Everclear when I bust this chamber
Two shots, he'll spill his guts like a lovesick stranger
I told him, "Keep talkin', I'mma knock yo' hat off!"
He said, "Bring me proof."
And suddenly, the bucket made sense: he got a leaky roof
You lost to Sozee on seven days' prep? That's a weak (week) excuse!
You summon me, I'm poppin' out the grave like Beetlejuice
Homie, listen!
Right now you in no condition to go the distance
Bro be spittin' stuff he knows (stuffy nose) makes no sense (scents): that's a COVID symptom
Social distance!
The West run battle rap, these New Yorkers visit
URL is worldwide - battle rap is a local business!
Pay attention!
Hold up!
When he lift the piece, the weapon shake
You set the .8, so pop, bruh
Soap opera: why is Yung in a restless (Young and the Restless) state?
You 'member them commercials that showed the difference
Between Quilted, Bounty, and pure tissue?
That's your issue
Since you can't absorb the punch, I'll look stupid wipin' the floor wit' you
They want stats illustrated for each player! Well, that's the sports issue
I got one attribute: good writtens
Don't let the door hit you!
URL ain't pay me what I wanted! I got a fence to hurdle
So the first five to die'll (dial) get it half-off: that's a infomercial
I gotta put his lights before the booking get good: that's a prison curfew
Four-teen shells 'til there's no shred of (Shredder) the opps: that's a Ninja Tur-

I'm almost done! I'm almost done

I woke up in a good mood, but if this go sideways
His face'll have more heel marks than the Flintstones' driveway
I'm not playin'!
I had to cancel an event on Friday
So it's Born out of desperation, like the Skid Row crime rate!
Behold this Devil that betrayed me!
Mocking with such grave deceit!
But he's a worker
Easy murder (Murda), Caffeine precursor
Vegan burger: how serious should I take this beef!?
He really talented! But I'm Billy Madison
I'm too big to be wit' the second-greatest (second-graders)
He'll wake up to medics sayin', "What state am I in?", and they'll say "Vegetative."
They'll put him in a bag outside like the Yellow Pages!
Why do I gotta KILL THIS GUY to give him the Revelations!?
In this outlet, it's shocking to see you playin' wit' me!
You may be sick, but I'm way demented (wait a minute) like "Patience is key"
HEY, SPIRIT! Let his flight be as safe as can be!
I'm in a bad state-!
(*The crowd cuts him off in the middle of the bar to continue to cheer and react in amazement over his bars*)
You shouldn't be-
Hold up! Listen!
When rappers die, they get famous!
The hood finna love you!
The style of Biscuit is calisthenics
I'm the bar Chess (chest) shoulda lived (lift) up to!
Oh, you a landlord!?
If I don't pay rent when it's due, I'm in trouble?
I'm a slumlord: you need to move or your unit'll crumble
Listen! Attack- hold up
Attack me if you- hold up! Listen! Hold up!
Attack me if you able
I'm mixin' cabbage wit' tomato
Wait, no, I'm mashin' a potato wit' no butter
I'm just bringin' somethin' nasty to the table
That's it! That's all!
Griz slogan: don't let me talk to you like that
The left feels like treadmills, that's why my obstacle slides back
Don't ever book Griz again!
Don't let me market you like that
Time!