Daylyt vs Head I.C.E

[Round 1: Daylyt]
What time is it? Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
Lush, I'm telling you right now
You don't got my $500... I'm gon' clap this shit up!
As quiet as kept they want me to go at you, hush, puppy nigga
I already got the best battle of the year, ain't that right, Lotta?
Read tickets, it shows you I'm a lucky nigga
Antics, it's funny how you calling me the clown
But you the Krusty nigga
The bitch asked me his age
I told her, "He older than a musty nigga."
But see, this system is a old game that I control
Aye, B, see me swipe my hand for the slaughter
In the book of Genesis, chapter one, it says
"Our heavenly... Sonic ran on the water"
Y'all don't get it? That's one over the head line
Earthworm Jim got me looking buff, wait, try curls
Choke? No, what's in between defeat?
Toe Jam friend; come try, Earl
I said this is my world, although I didn't get to battle at Summer Madness -- I mean Summer Sadness
That's the reason, I was too hot
But somehow I still remained the most talked about nigga from the event – shows I'm a true top
Nigga, figure this all eyes on me
They see I could reach my salary cap twice
Reverse that, they calling a nigga 2Pac
But for you, ock, Brenda baby; trash kid
Hoping for a classic?
Nope, all of these students got they flu shots
I'm too Watts...
I can see through these cats scan and it amaze me
Pac-Man; dot 'em if they play me
Who could say I'm right man? Maybe
I'm Batman, ‘cause I got them niggas going crazy
I said it's them bananas to the mouth
You don't like that shit? You know that part, he watch Belly
Keep hating and we gon' beat this nigga retarded
Mind your biz, mark, he not ready then we rock Chevy's
I had to get the feel. Daylyt is a feather
No, they light as a feather, I had to get the Quill
We both gon' put on our work pants
But it shows who's the style jacker
These type of niggas never get that W, oh, the W, why?
‘Cause you don't got the wow factor
In '64 niggas copped my game plan, but I'ma score youngsters
Show 'em this my spot, I come to rock; I'm the dinosaur hunter
Your life's a bitch, I could for sure punk ya
You could see I'm a problem
East Coast and West Coast together? Fuck outta here!
How can you and I tie when unity's not a option?
Keep cool, Joe, what I mean is I'm the meanest, my dogs killers
We leave no nigga breathin'
I feel like Steven, we gon' SIG all niggas
Y'all might have to take that C ladder to the top
‘Cause the B ladder full
You're in a situation where you know I'm pissed
Throw a fit, you'll get jumped off the gate, no offense
So who poppin' shit? The shine's mine
They say Sherriff SunDay and I look at the top and split, I quote
"These kids think I'm a joke? And a mil will knock his shit"
I look at the whole house like, "I gotta try angles."
In the end, holmes, we natives
But I'm something you should fear, nigga
Look how low men go for the bag
You gon' realize I'm a clear killer
You hear me to be? I'm lucky to be here
That's why I cherish life. Where I'm from we dot up the squares, it is everything but paradise
Who scared of ICE?
You knows I'm too big for this water; I am a shell fish
What happen when you put ice in front of broad daylight? Melted. I can't help it
I keep killin' till I don't leave a single species
I'll put a round in a square, like a single Reese's
You capish me? It's hospitals, I don't got a lot of patience
You saying you gon' beat me in America? That's abomination
Let's have a conversation
I'm gon' talk to you crazy, walk with you, baby
First step is to make sure defeat is lined up
According to the pad, you ass, no wonder why you behind us
Slow the punch down, I said...
You been taking that Accord to your pad
No wonder, that's a Honda
Slow the slow the punch down, I said...
Your Accord don't got no blinkers
You out the window with the hand signals
No wonder, that's E. Honda
What time is it? I think it's about 7:45
I know exactly what plane you caught here, it was a 745
I know exactly what nigga picked you up
‘Cause when he gave you dap he gave you 740 5s
I know exactly what kind of car they picked you in
It was a Beamer, 745
I know exactly how many guns to bring, we brought seven .45s
Checked his birth certificate at the age part and it said 7/45
I'm too live, with that being said, what time is it?
Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
From now on, my new slogan is
"If y'all don't got my $500 we gon' clap this shit up!"

[Round 1: Head ICE]
He really bangin'? He see thing the way y'all see the block?
Where I'm from it all look like some part of gang; Cedar Block
I throw so many punches at this nigga face
It's like I ain't see the block
I'm a wolf, it's mountains and full moon, dark woods
I don't see the block
Beside your breath, any thoughts of hot fire melting ice
Then I'll see a block
All water, if I ask you for your 2 cents
It's after I smack you with a sock filled with all quarters
You the leader of the clique? They all daughters
Since 9 my mind been 38 years old but I will 44 ya
Medieval days, all torture
Hot metal to his chest then place him with the rest
Then make me a small fortune
I probably would've shot blacks before the slaves split up
For a beige sister, some gray slippers
And a fresh bag of grapes, nigga
Wine's cooler
That tat don't make you tough, it just make your whines cooler
I could get 80 niggas in here for proof that, you whine cooler
6 pack, wine coolers, 6 straps whined cooler
Ok 6 flat, my wind's cooler
Barrels nigga
If you had anything to spend you'd be a pharaoh, nigga
See how things be when you straight forward with narrow niggas
Clown now, no need for a loud sound, I know vital points
Shit'll get deep at any part of your body my knife'll point
Called my white bitch, licensed joint
Bring me that new handgun you just bought with the rifle point
These jokers broke back man, I mean Batman
Yeah the one with the suit, no not Bruce Wayne
But with or without the mask he still has a two face
We only cool till the car parked
And when I finish with the shells, I'ma hit you with car parts
Jackhammers, motor oil containers, rear tires
Shit may sound funny but it's still violent
My bitch in the passenger seat
Guiding me like a crossing guard, real silent
Normally I'm deep breathin'
Back to the car after the squeeze treatment
But I just broke Day while y'all was in the sheets sleepin'
Fags in drags... all fucking day
I said, fags and drags is all fucking Day
Y'all praise a nigga that got ass naked? Y'all past reckless
I don't feel comfortable around niggas that be ass checkin'
In hallways
You pushed 'like' on butt naked with a shotgun video - you all gay
And if you left a comment, that's foreplay
This nigga faker than costume jewelry
He got his costume wizardry, he's a cartoon literally
You ain't no Dot Mobb nigga, I know real Dot Mobb niggas
And most of them don't even like Dot Mobb niggas
You gon' fuck around and get killed
By a nigga you don't even know down with you
So you fell asleep on Math, right?
No wonder this shit ain't adding up
So you like a nigga with a big ass dick
Or a drag with a fat ass butt?
What, you don't like my riff raff?! Fix that!
Might have thought you was thuggin'
But to me you damn near kissed Fatz
I met you, checking you, Rich battle, remember that?
I kept dollars in a safe
Which brought forth change for you to make cheddar scrap
I asked your mans about you
They ain't diss you, but they ain't speak highly either [...]
Now I see you how they see you, a G-string
HiiiPower, on beats you slower than police academy Hightower
I could see you and Lil' B making a new single called "My Flowers"
So you beat Kendrick, huh? That's good stripes
He still feel he Pac and Biggie in one hand?
Well tell him I said he Suge Knight
Limited blocks of space, a limit if I could trace
And he can't be that sick living off Dr. Dre
It's the diggy diggy doc y'all, RBX put a 16 on my song
And then covered it with the iTunes
To make some West Coast lyrics
Now either he lack creativity
Or that's just the identity of a West Coast nigga
I still got love for Watts and the Bay
From tops of the clay, to cops on the chase
Rest in peace Bobby Hutton, but back to ass naked
The lunatic who blast weapons
And known to throw shit up if he feel you half steppin'
Fuck kinda boots is those you be wearing in your videos?
I don't see no tags on 'em
Which further let me know you ain't spend no cash on 'em
Fuck is those Army Navy? No joke, Carson Daily
Only reactions in front of the cameras
So we can help the sponsors make it
Fraud, only crack you got need A and D ointment
You can have some A-Z choices and you still get a player 3 joystick
You asked for this work, I could've hit you off consignment
Cause you a bricklayer, I'm a bricklayer
But we in two different environments
You build in homes, I'm build from stones
You applying a fee, I'm supplying the streets, but peep
Cause our common goal is to get rid of this key
For cheddar you don't got
So keep speaking
Like you gon' behead us in your devilish flow, twat
And you gon' see more Berettas than a Mexican dope spot
Bitch nigga with a bitch body
Who probably act like a bitch to his bitch probably
I ain't taking you for the skills, stupid, I'm real ruthless
Like putting work on Hitman Holla block and let Bill move it
Let's be real, useless, you don't even think for yourself
Your man tell you what we gon' do for the day
Since he brung you to the head, your only use is the legs, right?
He your arms strength? Reason you poking your breast out
Pointing all those fingers like we don't know what Day 'bout
You ain't no rider, you on the back of the bike in my best out
You see us better lay flat like the hair weave
Or get knotted for whatever we dread 'bout
Day, I don't know why I'm in front of your bitch ass
I would much rather be behind your bitch' ass
Than in front of your bitch ass
You a plane with no flyer pilot, fell he brave, well I'ma try it
And let that can wave...
And wet him with the same force as a fire hydrant
For my alliance but, I probably ain't tell you I like you, Day
If I did I was lying, if I did cool
If your teacher was from Harlem
Your district was for a different school
Real shit, if we was infants I'd give my momma the look like
"Take his diapers and his wipes"
If his parents feel some kind of way when
Put us both in a playpen
And say when and I'd land a right
Since Enfamil I been in for mils
You could have a fan, AC, and a blow dryer
And you still wouldn't have this win for real
I can't think for losers in a winner's mind
I guess it more in dream for him to win, still
You got a face that need a leash with it
The type to tag up your gang name at a disease clinic
"Daylyt, sicker than the sickest nigga here
Quill, was in the building"
Snitch my dick out your girl butt, tell her I got other hoes
When she come back with the witness
I'll be standing for my sentence in my under clothes
Like, "my home fries was cold, the ketchup was hot
Fuck kinda games you playing? You gon' catch up or not?"
That's when the door slam, Day on the other side like a doorman
She suck and fuck till I dead her, donkey punch
Then come back to the door butt ass naked like
"The fuck you want?"
Pineapples, give him the door again like her fire at you
With a couple of peers trying to get me to sign
A brochure that his mind captured
I guess just his mind traveled, fuck what you 'bout
For loose change, I'm talking 50 cent when you pop
You'll see niggas hitting the gate if we sense gunplay in the spot But I ain't at piece till the parts over, you got heart doja?
Why don't you tell 'em
How your career was a waste of time and part sober
And you just be living your memories
Cause you a scarred soldier who realized his march over
ICE!