Dre Dennis vs. QP

[Troy Martin]
We flipped off cam'

[Round 1: QP]
We flipped off cam'
Dre won the toss - I'mma go first
Did you win the toss? Fuck it

I used to pre-package drugs when I lived at home with Moms to retail it in the market
Jesus, all my future proceeds sinnin'...used to tell me in the profit (prophet)
And I used to worry about OG intrudin' in my room when...any second, she could walk in
And discover my big secret
So to keep it, I had to scale it in (skeleton) the closet
Nigga, on the set, it's gettin' nauseous
For a glimpse of fame, it's a shame
Funny what a...who you could get in your crosshairs wit' just a little aim
Pull your Trump card
Pardon me? If I get detained
The mag'll (MAGA) cap a rapper, he facin' 10: now he Lil Wayne!
Nigga, the pistol bang!
I pop niggas in real life
Nigga, shootin' is nothin'
I'm huge into sufferin'
I mean, what else is the gun for?
Blunt force trauma, I use it to bludgeon
Pistol-whip you, and it drew a beautiful cut in
Adorable...ain't nothin' as cute as a button!
Nigga, I only view you as a muffin!
Cookie-cutter style: real good...in the oven
Couldn't wait to announce this battle outside the shadow so I could kill you in public
And how high I set the bar? Over the hill - you should love it
With the legs of Wilt and a pair of stilts...nigga, ya still couldn't touch it!
I look at Dre out in public like..."Picture of total health"
Wit' ya sober self
The nigga see weed (seaweed) and turn it down for some ocean kelp
What's that 'bout? His TitleMax?
Then I will ask, "How's this supposed to help?"
I won't mention his weight, 'cause anything that hang over is just below the belt
And what's on the shelf? Healthy shit
Disrespectin' food
Yes, it's you
Eatin' ain't allowed (a Loud) from a pal, but he rep the crew
(*QP stumbles slightly and repeats the line to get his focus back*)
Buffet filled wit' punches, but see, punches, how I set the mood
Weapon drew, and once this bitch pull out, he say (Pilates) I'm stretchin' rules!
I'm guessin' you...husky-ass childhood
Couldn't have been a normal one
Boy, you done
When he was a fetus, he used to drink his actual baby weight in formula
When his parents smashed to fuck and had him young, he was big: deliverin' borin' stuff!
At a sink wit' stickers, it was somethin' I had to inform you of!
Nigga...it's normal to survive a series (Survivor Series)
But it's kinda eerie wit' them controllin' your fate
100-pound lighter frame
Besides your name not holdin' its weight
I mean, bitch started a League of His Own where he literally went and loaded the base
Where it's "Dre Dennis presents Dre Dennis when he...Opens the Gates"
Nigga, you gettin' smoked at this rate!
If I charge ya to take an L, great for 'ville
He get a QP at state in the V-A - wait (weight), it's a payment scale
Seaworld.com, Shamu
URL gon' pay me...well (whale)
Take a hike, I raise the price, and you finna pay per (paper) trail

You got somethin' on your shoulder

If I were to say to yell, I'm on the ground wit' this shit
It ain't no reference to Dan
Big bird, on the ground runnin'
"There he is!" Weapon in hand
Offshore, on the beach, where he is catchin' a tan
I stretch (Ostrich) this fruit
Bury (Berry) his head in the SAND!
Nigga, that's crazy!

That's stupid - ostrich, fruit, bury - whatever
That's stupid

Nigga, you got the legs to withstand to even make it through the day?
Gun talk behind your back
Naw, I'd rather let it say it to ya face
OK, Boom - if you snitch, you won't make it through the case
You talk to police after 12?
(*chk-chk*) You gon' take it to the GRAVE!
Yard, nigga
In that instance, I guess time's forever
Crisis, setup
That's why I mold my squares to be in line for cheddar
It's a few dear you might hear, like when you write a letter
Yeah, yeah, yeah - like when you write a letter
Yeah, yeah...time - whatever

Prep, stay back

[Round 1: Dre Dennis]
Yo...
Smack called me...
Nah, I sent Billz a text, nigga

[QP]
Get it out the way early

[Dre Dennis]
I said I'd kill whoever you give me
He thought I was delusional in the head, nigga
You think I'm high? How High?
Like Meth and Red, nigga?
Well, I got QP for the test, and I'm smokin' the dead nigga
Yeah, nigga...
I ain't come all the way out here for y'all to be mad quiet
Shiiit, y'all don't fuck wit' these bars? Y'all better act like it!
Don't say a turn
This a God talkin' - save your (Savior) words
I move the room like I'm redecoratin'
That's when the tables turn
You say you'll kill the nigga that run the Gates? I ain't concerned
Last time we saw a league owner die was David Stern!
Shirt on my burner!
Wrapped in a...wifebeater: Ike Turner
The knife hurt ya!
That's What It's Made For just like Ursher!
I could chill and be the businessman Dre, or I might murk ya
This shit can go either way: vice-versa
First, just...watch what you do
Get shot for the truth
Old DE for lyin' (Lion): Ndamukong Suh
The chopper - doot-doot!
He flyin' high in the sky when it shoot
Let the metal pick up QP like alphabet soup!
You flopped wit' your crew, the S.O.N.S., 'cause envy is what started to hurt ya
Conceited made it on Wild n' Out (OK)
You saw all the commercials (Yeah)
Then you lied and said you wrote the bars in his journal (I did)
Hatin' on Con' verses (Converses) 'cause he was the only star in your circle!

I'm losin' weight right now
I'm losin' weight right now

The S.O.N.S. was livin' out your dream
I mean, Con' made it to SMACK
He was the best from out your team
Then they called up Brixx - you know, he had a lot of schemes
They even called up Heartless, the bars he had was kinda mean
You Charles Barkley: the only S.O.N (Sun) that never got a ring!
So you went and swapped your team, and you birthed Innuendo
Yeah, I heard that you did, ho
Left that squad, turned your back on your brothers
You the worst fuckin' friend, yo
How you swerve on your kinfolk!?
Just like Martin in Life, saw ya DESERT Innuendo! (dessert in ya window)
You wasn't meant to be a-

(*The crowd finally catches the bar and reacts in amazement to it*)

[QP]
That's easy as pie! Shut up!
I said it's easy as pie - go
Simple math - go

[Dre Dennis]
Saw ya desert Innuendo (dessert in ya window)
You wasn't meant to be a boss
You a disloyal bitch...wit' more enemies than dogs
Peep the science
If you wasn't on crack, all that shit could be resolved
But the drugs fucked up Physics, so the chemistry was off!
I know, dawg, it hurts
But like Emmett Till, goin' to that white girl'll make it all get worse
URL don't wanna book fiends, so when you called, you heard:
"Bitch, you wanna get on SMACK? Gotta get off it first!"
It's gon' get worse
You do anything just to get paper
His BackPage said, "If you're a male, it's extra."
Shit, you even puttin' in labor?
Suckin' dick for coke!? Faggot-ass givin' men favors!?
Thought we wouldn't know, Physics!? Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?!?
Dick-taker!
Aye, where you find your routine?
You tried coke 'cause Qleen tried it? Damn, you ride for your team
Nigga followed the other QP and now you a fiend
Instead of tryin' to be Qleen, you shoulda been tryin' to be clean!
Hell, get better
Before the coke, Quintenn could sell
Now I see hella errors
Not to judge you, but your conviction is why you fail to measure
Now you can't even finish a sentence
You need help forever!
Understand what I'm sayin', Quintenn (San Quentin)!?
See how it all GELS (jails) TOGETHER!?
'Cause you be lyin' online just showin' pounds and try to flex
Flashin' money on the 'Gram and just be stylin' for the 'Net
We on different scales, so how could I neglect?
Your name never held weight
QP ain't got a ounce of my respect!
Pussy...Loud, nigga

[Round 2: QP]
That was disappointing, Dre
I said, you woulda had to be overweight wit' a poker face...for this to be high stakes
The old Dennis...tired from walkin' down a steep driveway
But now Slim Pickins wit' his tickets 'cause his physique lightweight
(*QP takes a couple seconds to get his focus back*)
...'cause his physique? Lightweight
Real men never allowed (Loud) Boys
You gotta peep my train
I beat by K's
No Studio'N, so consider me Kanye
I don't deserve to be around headphones if I get the Beats by Dre!
Ace Amin, I say - nigga, I beg your pardon
Lead was sparkin'
No accident - ya bumped into me? Then the record startin'
Laid long down
Real spitter
Everything I said? Retarded!
Unless you opened the Gates to Madison Square, I don't respect the Garden!
Let the part of the-
Bus you in transit, I had to catch a long train
The BaldHead I thin him wit' in his whip ain't comin' back wit' Rogaine
Whip it out in traffic
Flash it, drastic...bitch, it's road rage
Drive through (drive-thru) slow, flame-broiled
You know the Big MAC (Mac), it don't change
Enter calm (intercom) - (*kshh*) - airin', ratchet old play
I'm givin' him options, put a buck-fifty
Nigga, that shit won't change
We love to see you smile, King!
Here's the thing - you could have it (*swoo-swoo*) both ways!
Nigga, what the fuck?
Bitch, I don't lie, the past, it don't change
But it's a time to killl
Licensed steel
Survivor Series? How 'bout you survive a family when you die for real?
Tell wifey chill
Life insurance policy, sodomy, when she sign the deal
Which makes me like a designated driver 'cause I'm the person responsible behind the will (wheel)!
Shiny steel
I been loadin' my pistol waitin' on a nigga to get booked
Since EK, I need pay
If it isn't a good look, then I need dollars (Dollaz)!
Then he holla like it isn't a quick jook
Yet he (Yeti) opened his mouth and proceeded to stick in his big foot (Bigfoot)!
Yeti, opened his mouth, Bigfoot?
Like, gimme yours too since (two cents) you want to give me your INPUT!
What the fuck!?
Nigga, let's take a quick look at 2021
I got no resolution, so what am I to do here?
Nigga, the vision still 20/20
It's efficient, I'm anti-New Year
Nigga, Quantum theory states, it's physics-based
Stand by, don't do here
Makin' sure the Physics that you gettin' ran by you knew clear (nuclear)
And you know what the difference is wit' the Physicist?
Nigga, I ain't workin' wit' feelin's
Yeah, yeah, I ain't workin' wit' feelin's
Nigga, I ain't workin' wit' feelin's...
Alphabet soup: Q spoonin', I better be servin' a sentence
Then what happens?
Sendin' SHOTS on his knees, he don't deserve no repentance!
Period! It'll be DOTS followin', to serve him a SENTENCE!
Nigga, then what happens?
Time - go 'head

[Troy Martin]
Give it up (*chuckles*)

[Round 2: Dre Dennis]
They don't want to
Y'all still here?

Pussy, you soft and weak
Three minutes after 9: that mean the talk is cheap
I run the Garden, the boss elite
This remind me of Chico from Next Friday, and it ain't hard to see
Y'all slid QP through the gates, and I'm puttin' dawg (dog) to sleep
You aren't unique
Y'all actin' like this boy just talks slicker
Forced wordplay, drawn-out schemes
We can't enjoy your bars wit'cha
Like "I ride with a well-oiled machine, to convert the bull-"
Just say you bought a CAR, nigga!
Them long schemes got us sorta lost, nigga!
8-second violation: you need to get your point across quicker!
Get a new style
Like, old gun, polish shit, make the tool look new now
Get picked like a thumbnail if you movin' too foul (file)
I'm petty - get outta hand and I shoot a few rounds
So before any disrespect from this man occur (manicure)
Get Q to cool (cuticle) down
Move 'round
I snuck a drum, but fuck a gun - I brought a shank
(*swoo, swoo*) One'll graze
Short cut, I'm runnin' late
Hurry up! Andale!
Swung the blade
A nigga wit' a boxcutter go off on Q: Uncle Frank!
You want Mo'?
My dagger swing
Yeah, I'm slashin' him!
I like stabbin' him!
The knife actually, against Physics, stuck up: defying gravity!
Rap wit' me!
This icon broke
You ain't Rich, Homie
Quan', change ya 'Lifestyle', bro
You flip a brick, I just need half
That's my nice side, bro
If he won't do it, you'll get confined by rope
I won't let it kick if he won't split the brick
First I'mma tie Quan' tho' (tae kwon do)
I'm strapped, and I picked the right kind
Got my .9, AR, DE
Sound like the password for the Wi-Fi
Won't clap .8, the knife high
Think of Half Baked, his skin is sliced wide
I'll put a smiley face on QP like Mr. Nice Guy!
You might die!
It's Loud Boys, niggas know what's up
When we rollin' up, we already rollin' up
Why you here!?
You did this for nothin'!
I'm on a violent tear (volunteer)
You stash coke in your two cribs? I bring the .9 upstairs
Searchin' his land, I'm tryin' to find a pie in there (pioneer)
He hidin' there!
Ain't gotta go through different projects
Know I'mma find him there
Got Physics in the first place: I won the science fair!
You extra fake! Featherweight!
Got two tres, meditate
Got hella aim, but crackheads fast
If I don't catch this fake, we'll shoot again
My guys never hesitate
If I miss Q (miscue), we'll start from the top like "5, 6, 7, 8!"
The clip firm!
Tre pop: Laurence Fishburne!
Nah...
.45 on Physics: I failed my midterm!

Fuckin' Loud, boy!
Fuckin' Loud, boy!

Time - I ain't goin'...
Time

I battle next week - I'mma save the rest of that

[Round 3: QP]
It made a lot of aggressive sense, but he got it back
1-1
I say...

Lemme reset
I said, maybe you'd consider changing your voice to a mack
Maybe...consider changing your rhythm
Move like a pimp, not a square
In 3-D, this lame is a prism
Or end up gettin' hospitalized wit' the doctors and get your name in the system
What I'm tryna say, Dre, is you should start to think using your brain and your -ism (aneurysm)
Nigga, that's crazy
Don't worry about it
Shame when I get him!
A.I., Jordan, top, the key
Nigga, you gettin' crossed
I would be slow to pass this up
It's an alley-oop - it's a lob
You construct rounds wit' no crowd reaction
With that blueprint, ya lost!
I can't get the image, how you a Dennis (dentist) and ain't used to the "ahh's"?
Nigga, that's crazy
Nigga, you do the odds
I, Q, am the wrong person to be arguin' wit'
Remarkable wits
This is a Ginsu against you
I am as sharp as it gets
Hammer on me, in the 'Lou, Levi, carpenter script
Hoes wit' me, doin' dirt, I'm into guardin' (garden) a bitch
They don't dip for the low
No! These ain't bargainin' chips
Nigga, Quantum will split...a molecule in front of you, a real physicist
Ill lyricist
See, you stand in front of a nigga wit' actual work
You don't know what the real business is
I seen what you did in Philly
That was a sibling, rivalry, kill, I witnessed it
That your sense it hit
That wasn't brotherly love what you did to Cyss' (sis)!
Nigga, battle rap image is? Not losin'
You see, the thing is maintain
Sometimes the student become the teacher and receive the same stain
If it's a physical violation, and it goes down, then niggas think you gang-bang?
In a sports, bra(h), your best bet is to bring your A-game
Fat nigga used to be a A-Train!
Dre Dennis, the "used to be fat" nigga!
On a track, it'd be rap
Nigga, you'd be the ad-libber!
Battle rap's Last Supper, my brother, you think you'd be in that picture!?
Naw, King! Somethin' I always knew bein' (Nubian) that nigga!
What the fuck!?
You truly wanna be a rap figure!?
Nigga, it's a lifelong list
I got the Black Panther Party behind me, nigga - right strong fists
I know we've been beefin' online, but it's on site - don't trip!
And how you die, it's (diet's) not worth it once you...
(*click-click*) Feast you eyes on THIS!
Nigga, what the fuck!?
I see your lights don't flick
And it makes sense, since you one of my lighter matches
Fire practice
Get flamed on stage, long blaze
Bitch, pyro tactics
High octane, that supreme, that's what this type of gas is
Type of classic
'Cause you need a pen to get through me
This a (w)rite of passage!
What the fuck!?
And if you tell me to slide, then I'm slidin', nigga
Pull the feet on the carpet soon as you put your foot on the rug
I'm connected to the connects
Nigga, I'm real good off the plugs
Since we buildin', allegedly, I'm tryna see which one it was
Get it? Buildin', a ledge?
It means, whatever push comes to shove!
Nigga, what the fuck?
...What the FUCK?
Came out here with your fuckin' mugger cap on so you could seem as tough...
You and Prep wit' the same amount of rolls, and got your beanie tucked!
Think I'mma let him get off scot-free!?
No - BEAM ME UP!
The shit I do is Gucci
The shit you do woulda got Jeezy touched
Nigga, what the...FUCK!?
Bitch
That's for Qleen
Listen, I say...
Ever since I came wit' the toy lit (toilet) in real life...
My career's went down the shitter
Now it's tender
And anybody that bring it up know it's now...(*chk-chk*) a trigger
Trigonometry
Nigga line for me...it's the algorithm
Since Con' Wild n' Out now, guess I gotta slow it down for niggas
I got a light bulb atop my head
I got it out to fix ya (fixture)!
If the Prep don't fit the Bill, it shouldn't be allowed to clique up!
How you pick up weight loss, and every battle, your weight lost!?
Nigga, your chances now...are slimmer
And that big, bright, shiny light, nigga, now's a glimmer!
'Til he see clips, completely removed, and cropped out the picture
You "open the Gates"...to his only FATE, and God come out to GETCHA!
What the fuck!?
Nigga, what you want? Knife or gun?
Either way, shots delivered
Get it? Knife? Organs?
Either way, shots the liver
Lemme get this last one, 'cause after this, I'mma crop the picture
Time, nigga

2-1 before you rap
Go ahead

[Dre Dennis]
Stop...

[QP]
And you gon' choke - go 'head

[Round 3: Dre Dennis]
(Come on, Dre)
Nah, I'm good - hold it down
I need silence for this, I need silence for this...

The year is 2030
You in the hospital while you stare and watch
A pimp's biggest fear: one of their hoes gettin' pregnant, 'cause they tear the box
Couple surgeons walkin' in and out, givin' you the news whether you care or not
Physics, only time travels in theory
But it all starts wit' a pair of docs (paradox)
Now this girl, you raised her, fed her, bathed her, right in your residence
Growin' up, she'd watch you learn the pimp game
Though you ain't tell her shit
She ain't know the difference between love and gettin' used, and it's evident

(*QP quietly steps back and moves his girlfriend to stand in front of Dre*)

Physics never taught her chemistry, so she was out her element

[Prep]
Talk to her!
Dre!
Hey, Dre!
Talk to her, Dre!

[QP]
TALK TO ME!
Talk to my BITCH!

[Dre Dennis]
Physics never taught her chemistry, so she was out her element
Now, remember I said "paradox" and "time travel"?
Y'all all should listen
Y'all think that was 'bout some random girl? Naw, it isn't
That could be the future of your daughter 'cause her father trippin'
Lettin' niggas treat her the way you treated all them bitches
Every action causes a reaction, and she just followin' the Laws of Physics
Dawg, you didn't-

[QP]
That's one
You got one
I'm just kiddin' - you've been killin' the whole shit

[Dre Dennis]
Every action causes a reaction, and she just followin' the Laws of Physics
Dawg, you didn't, think she would see your moves and imitate 'em?
You shoulda held it down, but you ain't get the gravity of the situation
Face it! You the reason that cycle starts to repeat
Got them hoes around his kids - what kinda father is he?
You showin' her you belong to the streets
Isaac Newton taught us, Physics:
The apple don't fall far from the tree!

[QP]
Add 'em up

[Dre Dennis]
Now swear to God we ain't battle before 'cause you beat yo' hood-ass bitch...
(*QP nods his head "Yes"*)
In the head wit' a glass bottle
You a real bad pimp
What, she fucked up your hustlin' flow (Hustle & Flow) when you cooked that shit?
Made it 'Hard Out Here for a Pimp', so you WHOOP(ED) THAT TRICK!?
So you had her holdin' her face 'cause a hole in her face...
At the hospital usin' my slogan, screamin' "Open the Gates!"

[QP]
Get the fuck outta here!
Prep, stay back
Prep, stay back

[Dre Dennis]
Ay, so you'll put your hands on a bitch, but you wouldn't throw 'em with Swave?

[QP]
I done shot a whole nigga

(*That remark from QP gets the whole room cracking up*)

What!? I wanna hear about some shit!
I'm kickin' shit in real life, like, come on
Go ahead
Nah, go ahead - my bad

[Dre Dennis]
You said that on cam'

You'll put your hands on a bitch, but wouldn't throw 'em with Swave?
No words? Well, I'm pullin' Q (cue) card since he don't know what to say!
You a lame!
Got prostitutes and a couple of hoes you bully
For dough, you expose they pussy?
But mad at SMACK and King of the Dot for overlooking!?
Hoping they chose to push him
Want leagues to follow his footsteps and promote a pussy!?
Weren't you looking!?
Selling women...you a bitch in your heart
See, we both collect ratchets, I got plenty to spark
Kawhi Leonard wingspan: that's limitless arms
But left the sticks in the car
The knife'll give him a scar
Give a Pimp a Butterfly...(*swoo*) Kendrick Lamar!
I pulled his card, got arms in the tuck
I'm callin' your bluff
Blowout in the fourth quarter: we bring in all of the subs
But ain't involvin' the guns
I hit his jaw wit' a punch, 'til he coughin' up blood
And keep stealin' QP: I'm runnin' off on the plug!

[QP]
That applies

[Dre Dennis]
I'm squeezin' the four
Son died in the West, Afeni Shakur
You on the ground like when you sleep wit' a whore
Them hood bitches...
A ratchet will have a California King on the floor!
It's gon' get tragic for you, dawg
Got me spazzin' wit' the arm
Perfect aim, point in the center: Magic and Jabaar
Doot-doot-doot!
Ay, I got the 'matic goin' off
Got three into Q (queue): they waitin' to be added to the call!
Ay, you know what's weird?
Y'all know what's weird?
I been the most active nigga in battle rap for some years
Battled big names, a few legends, and even lower-tiers
Give great performances five times a month, and no one cares!
Ultimate Madness comes
Y'all like, "They battle every other week and lookin' so prepared!"
That shit is so unfair!
Y'all praisin' niggas for doin' what I've been doin' my whole career!
Why pull a nigga card if you know they bluff?
I got that New Jersey Drive, y'all ain't drove enough
Smoke a dutch
Loud Boys, niggas know what's up
And when we rollin' up, we already rollin' up
Loud

[QP]
Prep! PREP!
C'mon, man! Give it up for the nigga