Chilla Jones vs. K-Shine

[Round 1: K-Shine]
Guard your chin, Chilla
They done threw you in a fire
Let's be frank
It’s gon' look like they usin' a garden tool when they make yo’ grave
Nothin' but dirt for these benchwarmers like David—wait
Every book, I leave with a cut and we ain't playin' games
So if he don't wanna be pourin' out liquor, he better save his Ace
Wait! I said, "Garden tool." "David." "Cut." "Save ya Ace!"
There I go, bein' just like you, takin' all day to call a spade a spade!
That was really all spades and he think I’m hеre talkin’
But I also said "every book"—lеt's go, Boston!
K-Shine again? Yup! I’m here for the cheese!
Plus I dunno how long this Caffeine finna be
But when you think about, this shit is just like my heat
You would think I'd want to kick back in (and) Chill'
I been workin' all week
And I’m 'bout to make a ho shift like a insecure bitch
Boy, I ain't got not picks
Y'all thought he was a fluke, like, "He just had Pat! He gon' slip!"
No, bitch!
Under Armour! It's about to get dark for you (U)
You ain't seen me upstairs with an addict? Hey Arnold's room!
That was only a fiend!
It's 'bout to be Stay and Chill at that gravesite like Will Smith havin' that dream!
Love it or not!
I had to bring that box in, Jones... y'all musta forgot!
Hey, Pat! I'm still buggin'!
Hair trigger! This the chill button!
Leave him paralyzed
Shaquille O'Neal: feel (Phil) nothin'!
You ain't see what I had to do to Stay like my chick fussin'?
And now, mall cops; I'm still (steal) huntin'
Kingpen? Accordin' to who?
My Spidey Senses say this won't be the first time we seen a Kingpen in a suit
Nigga, Champion couldn't change what I do in this ring; I been in the mood
Only battle I lost was the versus battle with DNA
But then, I still feel like Cam'Ron, 'cause Jones...this is (disses) for you!
You gettin' wit' who!?
Mr. Stiller: I'm a vet and been in the zoo!
I get him killed! Hollows get him filled!
You think I play too much, don't know when to chill
You better chill, Chill, or get chill-pilled
That Benadryl
Drug dealer Pontiac like Ill Will and itchin' ear
What's the test? Drip in the arm—Enfamil!
This gon' be with Stay and Chill till the end like a gen' reveal
What it is? Boy or girl? I had 'em both
Nigga, you had a science class! I had a scope!
And you still not up with the stars! You gotta go!
You gon' need you a chupacabra! You got a GOAT!
Nigga, I ain't let that cracker smile! I'm not a joke!
Nigga, I don't mean to burst your bubble! I got a coat!
Is this a hoax?
I put Pat in (patent) leather
And y'all give me the nigga with the leather mask?
And you had the vest up?
Fuck you thought, you was Eddie Murphy, nigga?
Now, it's the stand-up with the Heckler!
Time and time again! You'd think these niggas get the message!
Nikki Parker! He shoulda learned somethin' instead of tryna get the professor!
I finally figured out what you be doin', creatin' set-ups
You Yoncé in the magazine: bein' extra!
Push a button, bitch! Get straight to it! Be Alexa!
I done been a thousand places without the gas—this a Tesla!
You know why I go so hard? Lemme keep it a hunnid; this shit became a blessin'
Cases after cases, that shit became a method
Like, even when I did everything right, I got detectives
Ain't it crazy? Hey! I could tell you this whole story without a error... but got corrections!
I be stress—!
It's only one thing that be wildin' me out
'Cause how the Blood B Dot do a whole Martin scheme versus Jerome
Never mentioned none of the cap comin' outta ya mouth!
Round...Big Dawg

{K-Shine starts getting his microphone fixed}

[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
If this was on the big stage, you coulda won
'Cause that's where you've best but...
{laughs} Welcome to the Matrix, Shine!
You think that's air you breathin' now? You gon' be upset
See, I'm the one doin' numbers on the screen

Matter fact, I should fire on him
Very convenient he looks comfortable with a nigga puttin' a wire on you!

If this was on the big stage, you coulda won
'Cause that's where you've best but...
Welcome to the Matrix, Shine!
You think that's air you breathin' now? You gon' be upset
See, I'm the one doin' numbers on the screen
Didn't take me at NOME and now, you want wreck
It's funny that you switched 'cause I've seen cyphers kill you...
And you dead if I pull a plug next
Fuck a slug fest!
Welcome to the Matrix! Your time's endin'
You just spoon-feed 'em light-ass punches ya guys lendin'
But when I write, shit, every line trendin'
'Cause with me? Shit, there is no spoon—my shit is mind-bendin'!
Welcome to the Matrix! You know I'm on "Go", fam
So I ain't give you a choice: I'm peelin' both hands
He the Blood who move around all crazy just for the slow fans
This bitch in red? Just a distraction—get with the programme!
Welcome to the Matrix! This Heckler already cocked
I'm Neo in a hallway, puttin' five in front of every shot
The heavy Glock, the forty'll stretch you
Or I'ma catch a body off the copper like Morpheous rescue
Lemme flip that!
This is perfection that you hear
You battle rap's best performer
Could teach a lesson to your peers
But have you ever seen Morpheous glasses?
I mean, your style's a reflection of it clear
'Cause yeah, it look good on the lens
It just got no connection to the ears!
Nigga, welcome to the Matrix, bitch! You made ya pick
I'm just goin' from one body to the next—boy, I'm Agent Smith!
But let's make a switch 'cause it's probably time
I can't tell you how this gon' play out
Shit, I just know I got a cocky mind
You ever seen The Matrix 3 when Neo couldn't see...
And he was wishin' he could not be blind?
That's how I feel and just like in the movie
Shit, I'm still seein' a body, Shine!
It's time!
What up, big dawg? Roof!
Nigga, you 5'5" with a complex!
Called out Conceited for years; he was beyond vexed
You wanted him to give you that shot; he told you, "Not yet."
But there's a message in a bullet: don't take it outta context!
[?] a bomb threat!
I ride out with the Heckler
Slide up like a dancer, you'll slide out on a stretcher
You battled Ars and felt pressure
Shit, he almost made you change flags
Darrell took you off-track like a train crash
All y'all gon' hear is how Chilla let the thang blast
And blew Shine through the window—stained glass!
You gon' say the same trash as the rest
How I love schemes, how I'm "boring"
King Of The Dot—shit, you'll probably bring up Cream!
Lies about my personal life; the truth is unseen
It's room service: soon as it checks out, you better come clean!
One beam doin' damage with Shine then raise on his skin
Nigga, you shoulda packed sunscreen! I'm mean!
Get your bars up, boy!
You better call Verizon
Write what I want with no permission; I'm an authorizin'
Talkin' 'bout you movin' white—oh, you colonizin'?
Spineshot! Taken a back but it's not surprisin'
I caught him drivin' when he posted a pic
A Mercedes; I'm goin' crazy if I'm holdin' a grip
If it's a CL I see K drivin'—chk-chk!—the toaster'll click
If Shine in the car, he need armor all over his shit!
I'm leavin' blood all over his whip!
When the .9 pop
Three good rounds! Cops couldn't find a dry spot
But I'm a square with a stick... like a fly-swat
Double-dare me; this big nose'll make Slime drop!
Salute to everyone from Harlem on this live watch
But this a Bronx tale: I gotta go and get Shine boxed!
You mighta battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these

[Round 2: K-Shine]
Yo, I liked that freestyle, bro!
That rebuttal? That shit was nice!
Been in interrogations, no wires
I never told in my life
And if you ever try to say that shit again, we gon' fight!
But this is—
Not to change the subject but the L is gon' be in black and white
Now, your clothin' says "The Subject" and it's all in black and wh—!

Ayo, you know what? You about to be late
But if this puncture, you'll be on a different type of time
I'd rather put my hands together for the twelve
Ayy, though, clockin' Chill
Ticked off—"Don't roll i—!"
You watchin', Chill?
Give a Mill a second
{K-Shine makes gun fingers at his wrist} Pff! Pff! Pff! Pff! I was just killin' time
Wait until I see Daylyt... but unfortunately, it's night time for you
Let's get it shakin' like it's on a wall with a loose screw
Bird out! Boy, I'm finna go cuckoo!
Scope! I can see the same hands for miles like a barbershop
That's the thing about life: it's all 'bout to be outta pocket—watch!
No peasants! Our glasses for the winners!
Toast to somethin' but these arms only for the spinners!
DNA say...
It's time I get back in my old, shady ways
Creepin' through the hospital... why?
When I could have 'im on a doc on the news, wasted?
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre?
Clear ya schedule! Boy, you goin' out for the count
[?] off ya flow [?] then it's not in this round
Ain't this digital? I hope he got more than just two points in the middle
Tick-tock, my clock is off the wall! You gon' need more than just a riddle!
You'll get a [?]! Pace yaself!
Thirty in the SIG! Break yaself!
Leavin' Chill with the chill {gasp}—you can't shake yaself!
Oh, it's time!
I seen a doorknob and say, "Lemme get a turn."
This shit is off the chain
He like the floor: rrt rrt—squeakin'!
I hear the {gasp} breathin'
Back against the wall, creepin'
Guess who's in the bed, sleepin'
Pro Tools in the red, peakin'
On the strong side but heard a high pitch on the weekend
I'm 'bout to peel
Who is this goof in the bed? I heard a, "Chill!"
Beam him!
You ain't even peep it!
I was schemin' while I was schemin'!
You probably think that's dumb weird
But you still don't even see why I'm [?]—I'm upstairs!
Kickin' chairs!
Chrome with the handle off, spin [?]
Knock his brain on the stove from the bannister
He still goin' up... this shit is dumb weird
Oh, I think I know where you headed—you upst—!
What do you expect? Fuckin' with the devil of this shit
The Kingpen? Sweet! It's a whole new level to this shit
Feel the impact!
SIG Sauer or lettin' ten clap
And the counter... clockwise! We gon' spin back!
Big facts!
[?] really put you in a suit!
I had you lookin' at the doctor strange 'cause this time, you ain't in the loop!
No NWX, no gas, no extra help
Stop watchin' me do this watch shit—protec' yaself!
You're gettin' smoked! Turnin' ya man zaza
Headshot! I'm talkin' all your marbles in a hole—mancala!
I got the scoop! You better get him to the other side
My first greater; you outta line, Denzel
You outta—!
Are you surprised?
I was like a reaper with that clock shit
What you expect from your father? Time!

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]
"Chilla" that, "Jerome" this
Everybody got a name to flip
I'm the reason they doubt the God and everybody turned atheist
Don't I know you from somewhere?
I mean, I swear you got a name in this
I know for sure I seen this cat before—this a Matrix glitch!
You animated like that cartoon... the Tasmanian!
'Cause all of the time, you spinnin' around, not sayin' shit!
Basic shit!
Oh, you the nigga with the street talk
You a Blood but to win a fuckin' battle, you would C-walk
All these new niggas thinkin' they the shit and this is P fault
Wait! That's his motherfuckin' name! This is Default!
What up, fam?
I see you out here, tryna get a name
But you should be tryna brand yourself
Instead, you tryna rep a gang
You should be writin' extra rounds
Instead, you came with extra chains
Usin' gimmicks to boost ya image thinkin' it'll put you next to fame
So whether big stage or little stage, everything's the effin' same
Screamin' out, "Headshot!" whenever ya weapon bang
More focused on 'em dance moves than whether or not what you said is flames
And that's why your name is Default
You can't adjust when the settings change
Nigga, eff a gang!
You don't need a fuckin' spokesman to rap
Saga left NWX and got on his first NOME for a match
Big T left NWX and lost mostly every roll of his fat
I love Writer's Bloque but holdin' 'em down is exactly what was holdin' me back
Homie, it's wack!
You gon' regret it and realize the X ended you
I'm just expressin' my experience
Fuck the welcome they extended you
This what the X tended to? I got somethin' extended, too!
Fifty in the clip; you niggas is expendable!
Get rid of you with chestshots when tres bang
He'll go from NWX {gasp} to Cave Gang!
I don't play games!
You gon' die and get a solo plot
Hand on the canon and waitin' on a photo op
But fuck a photoshoot! You get your photo shot
Nigga, the fo'-fo' pop so Mr. Cool better shake it fast
I'm fully loaded so no sweat, I can make it last
Legshot! They gotta amputate his calf
Well, let's see if his face hold up like a Jason mask
I hate his ass!
Oh, you think bringin' up the vest is legit?
'Cause you've dressed fresh to death in this bitch
TEC to ya lips
Before you think twice, ya head'll get split
My expert opinion: I'll put ya knowledge right next to ya fit!
Fuck every star in the X on some Confederate shit
I'm push ya melon in so bad, boy, your complexion'll switch
The lesson is this!
All them type of bars is easy; you gotta come with balance
Otherwise, you just a porn star—fuck ya talents!
Get low with the ratchet! Do the Buss It Challenge!
You would be dope with a little more substance added!
Stop fuckin' actin' like this battle's so unimportant
Agent 47—Hitman did a number on him!
A couple thirty-point games, you think he fuckin' Jordan!
Chilla got lines on the low! Who said I'm under-scorin'?
I'm comin' for him 'cause I'm crazy and mental
Bardashian: I'm just talkin' Jaz and Casey, O'fficial
But what's the issue?
Even comin' for my "nerd ass"
Burst fast!
Wet you with the Eagle—it's a bird bath!
And if I take off, it's curtains for you like first class!
Chilla got the X in his sights—it's like a Purge mask!
All you niggas dirt bags!
Already beat two X niggas and now I'm at ya neck like a shirt tag
You gon' get hurt bad!
I'm flexin' when the clip load
Two girls and one cup, Shine—it's 'bout to be a shitshow
They say I been a bit cold—whoa! Don't even trip, bro
I'ma two-one/three-oh Five and leave a Zip cold
He ain't as dope as he appears, believe me
Screamin' bullshit in a nigga ear is easy!

[Round 3: K-Shine]
Ayo! This shit... you had the people...
In the event so suspenseful
You said I just couldn't adjust in the settings?
You just wasn't on the main menu

Rusty [?] that'll slide y'all cheek
I hope Chill with the smoke—five-star suite!
Mind on D
I'm thinkin', "Leave Chill dead in the pool." like he tried to line [?]
I heard, "Chill, you just won!" That shit had me tryna find my piece
But my man got the grip!
KKK; you gon' think the Klan sponsors this!
Rusty .38; see the hand on the hip!
Rockin' this shit like a vampire fit
You suck—next!
Fingers in ear—upset!
Mugshot then boom—air in the sus pecs!
I'm what the fuck flex!
Hot .9 with a drum set!
"I think we need to see other people."—dump TECs!
For the record, if your picture's on the wall, it's one step
Red light and it's on air; you goin' up next!
You just annoyin' like fast food with no napkins
Another fruit with no passion
Dome-slash him!
No cappin'!
Old Magnum!
FN censor across your screen—closed caption!
From first down to the dug out—Bo Jackson!
Look a little puffy in the face
Tell Daylyt I'm a pro, active!
And it's proactive
I got this busta
Big chop! Leave a sucker ghost when I'm twirlin'
Can't nobody save you, not even the staff
It could be you, P, and [?], openin' up in Jones' crib like girlfriends
Pair of twins!
Think quick, sugar! It's a Harlem night
You look like a dyke
How could you call this st-st-stutter "Champ" when he jankin' in all his fights?
You a rookie!
Fake sick; you playin' hooky
What you say, lady? Son Shine? You ain't that good, pussy!
This is heroin!
I don't care what you feel
Can't tone it down
It's a bad stack
Phil Cantone?
Yeah! Only way you say is in a vault!
Say yo' last breath!
I write greater and I fight greater
Roll up more than white papers
Nice laser!
Colorful rounds; they Life Savers!
I might be the greatest!
Like, hand me my payments...
With a lotta... floss!
I'm a star! I make 'em pay for this electricity
And they got a higher power—God!
Wait, that's crazy because if you get to a higher power then that's God
But if you pay for this electricity it's like I'm the hired power! God!
But if you pay for electricity, it's like you actually hired power! God!
See? Electricity! Every line! Higher... power! God!
What? What's your religion?
Am I trippin' or every time you rap, you show us that you Christian?
It's just like a Christian to not know a nigga and say 'cause he gangbang, he need to change
It's just like a Christian to praise God but then say my name in vain
It's just like a Christian to run arou—
"Oh, he ain't the horseman! Why you keep callin' him Christian?"
I'll explain
His baptism, 'member? When he gave it all up for JC? You ain't never been the same!
You changed for the worse!
You ass! Maybe worse!
You past ass! You dirt!
Only reason why I got in this bag was for the purse!
Daylyt, I'll see you soon! The saga continues, jerks!

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]
This round is brought to you my Haymaker Cannabis
Man, they be hittin' me with packs so cheat
I just figured I would shout them niggas out...
While I'm smokin' on this SMACK OG!
Y'all know me!
Through the politics, Chilla ain't fold
Fifteen years, you been in this shit
It don't bother you these niggas ain't sold?
You use your performance to convince us certain spitters ain't cold
That's why the name "Shine" is perfect
'Cause everything that glitters... ain't gold
See how shit became old?
Entertaining but it was aging
Your performance been amazing
But your pen been in different phases
First, you sounded like Rex
You know, how your voice inflects to switchin' paces
Then, it was DNA; [?] punches with the wordplay interchangin'
And now, you soundin' like Twork in your delivery
How you hit your cadence
But your performance is kneeled down so in the ring, it's engaging
But your style is meant for stages, not for rooms like this, bro!
But you been on the ball, Shine! Well, let's see how dis go!
He switch flows!
Quick to slow just to blind men
Then pause... right before the punchline just to time when
It ain't even what he say; it's how he say it when the rhyme end
It's theatrics! All this actin' make us overlook Shine pen!
But in front of Davone pen...!
Boy, I really hope you heed advice
'Cause if Lyt is who you chasin' for a battle, bro, you need to write!
You see how he moved Roc for his comeback? Jesus Christ!
Your name "Shine" but I don't think you can rap at the speed of Lyt!
See, he was hype!
Like, "Chilla, you got a good chance of beatin' K."
I said, "I'ma black, Lyt. Shine seen me lightin' up DNA." but ayy!
You did beat Pat Stay!
But do you think that motherfucker was focused?
I mean, he didn't show up to the face-off and he under-promoted
You had some fuckin' approaches but it was TSA
'Cause you got Pat down but we ain't find nothin' explosive!
And he told us you not a legend!
How dare he make them facts public?
'Cause when you get offered to Con, Hollow and Lyt, them cats dub it
So you chose me hopin' the league gives you somethin' back from it
Now, you dyin' to volunteer just to make it to Pat summit but fuck it!
At least you always get gassed by the fans
I'm cookin' Shine: he ain't nothin' but a flash in a pan but damn!
How many years? Fifteen, K? I think it's 'bout time for a pension
But I never needed a clique; how we rhyme is the difference
'Cause whether Dot Mobb or the X, you always ridin' with henchmen
And when you writin' a sentence
You always gettin' help from ya circle like it's some type intervention
So before you even mention King Of The Dot
Or they get any type of a mention
I got a jewel for you: how the fuck can you ever talk about a chain
If we ain't never seen Shine independent?
You can't even try and defend it
You took Professor Shine from Mook!
You never had that thought in mind
I mean, it's not a crime
We just know you do it all the time
You went from tryna graze anatomy
To usin' science to make stronger lines
This how you get away with murder?
Shit, it's still a Scandal knowin' Mook gave Shine da rhymes!
I'm beyond ya prime!
Beat every pen; it's only Lux left
I proved I was ill versus Sikh so why the Blood test?
I'm ten toes down in this lane like a jump step
All over yo' bitch ass like a sundress
He be dumb stressed in Cali, seein' his foes lurk
Now, you just buryin' yaself in ya own dirt
Glock came with tech support; this how the chrome work
Go from 5'5" to six feet—it's a growth spurt!
This shoulda been on NOME first; you woulda had a hard time
'Cause I'da been in beast mode and threw you in the marsh, Shine
You on ya job part-time
What's all the fakin' 'bout?
My Crip niggas wanna see K get taken out
So I'ma make it count
Oh, yeah!
You got the right nigga
It's gettin' dark; I'm shinin' down on Shine—it's like a light-dimmer!
I'm nice, nigga!
Shit, I could battle by my damn lonely
Ask JB: I'm a one-man band, homie!
See the machine ice Shine—it's a zamboni!
I'll let a rocket nix son—Mike D'Antoni!
Homie, the shotgun dump then the can shootin'
For the Glock [?] twelve like Cam Newton
I'm puttin' Blood in a bag—it's a transfusion!
And after that, Shine's through—translucent!
This man losin'!
I'm provin' he was way off
I just knocked K off
Now, where the fuck is Chaos?
Hard work pays off!
And that's why you losin' now
Against Mr. Jumped To Top Tier From The Provin' Grounds