Hitman Holla vs. K-Shine

[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
You told T-Rex you gon' knock him out if he disrespected ya baby mama or your daughter nigga
Man, I'll fuck ya baby mama in front of ya daughter nigga
I wish you would get mad, go 'head try and fight
I ain't Charron, the prop gun wit' me
You slap me and you gon' die tonight
The whole battle world know I'm nice on them skates, it ain't nothin' to glide up
I want K-Shine to try to even the score, cause that ain't gon' get him nothin' but tied up
With the .30 I shoot like 30, with the slides up
You real extra wit' them other battle rappers, Hitman in front of you now, watch how that pride tuck
Man, I don't give a fuck who behind you
Gorillas, tigers, apes, you can have the whole zoo behind you
NWX, Dot Mobb, Zip 'Em, a bunch of crews behind you
Everybody witchu better duck, I hope Scrooge behind you
Cause they gon' need the worldwide news and Blues Clues to find you
I'll punch and dim ya lights, man I'll set the mood behind you
I'll do K-Shine bad, they gon' be callin' for a truce behind you
But I'm color blind, that flag gon' look like gang bangin' and that's when them Piru's behind you
So chill, relax K, you need a piece of mind
Well that's perfect, I got the perfect piece in mind
Missin' body, he gon' be so hard for the police to find
Here's a hint, it won't be a jewelry box where I'm keepin' Shine
For that 30K, I told Smack, "I'll 30 K"
You try that Tay Roc shit if you want, and I'ma 30K
A question for the fans, help me understand
If this watch was 40 bands, how the fuck I ain't 30K?
A fuckin' star, this a new Hitman
I got a couple cars
A quarter million stashed in the chest (Chess), these ain't struggle bars
I'm in the lime light, I'm built for the kill
When my mind right, this for all them niggas that Tweeted tellin' me Shine nice
Approach him in person, he nervous, I know Shine type
He tried to run, I caught him from behind, my chase down Lebron like
Man the whole NWX get killed on the spot
They find DNA blood all over the block
To get it up, you need more than a mop
Bring them ladders out, two for one
I catch Big T at the Top, you niggas is ops
Man I'll bang on you niggas
Green light on Saga cause he used to hang wit' these niggas
I get to flamin' you niggas
When I'm done with the reverend man
Y'all gon' see me put Shine in the sky, after Rain drop, boy I feel like the weather man
But if I pass off the steel that's my Rondo gun
I go to block after block my Alonzo run
Man I ball like Ronald son
I see ya clique, but I'ma just hit K wit' the text (TECs) like the convo done
This was a bad exchange
You shouldn't have showed, but I'm glad you came
Look at me while I'm rappin', I need to see ya face like I'm bad wit' names
All you do is hide behind cliques, y'all really believe he bad?
Without T-Rex you wouldn't have had a sense of direction, you would've speed and crashed
Your career wouldn't have made it from here to Harlem wit' yo' leechin' ass
Cause you ain't built for that kind of drive, thank the crowd you really need the gas
Man, I came in performin' nigga, I ain't learn that
You watched me for eight battles before they gave you that title, you ain't earn that
Five years ago I was draggin' shit 'cross stage, let me talk to him
I was "hole in his face" then he was "fuck around and walk through 'em"
I mean, you lookin' a little shaky Shine we need answers
I was slidin' up like baggage claim
All of a sudden he was slidin' up like dancers
Okay, battle rap trivia, give me somethin' of mine that he ain't flip
I battled Arsonal and told a story, his next battle was Tsu Surf, he did the same shit
{Smack calls time}

[Round 1: K-Shine]
Yo what up Scary?
It took this nigga nine years to prepare to even get near me
Now I'm feelin' like Master P wit' the chopper
Cause now I Got The Hook Up and this for Holla If You Hear Me
Hitman Holla, boy I done had about enough of you
Gettin' comfortable, was showin' us the tough in you
Off of shit that your little brother do
Boy you went from doctor in the house like the Huxtables
To bein' in a class with none of your peers which makes your presence like The Substitute
Buck at who?
I hope this bitch flew in with the bird like the Mother Goose
Or I'm here tappin' like Big Mike in The Wood when he bust a move
He think it ain't true and see the pick up like we cuttin' school
Buckin' two, in case summer just hit like the month of June
You fuckin' fool
You ain't see how I left your bro dead on this stage
Hey Arnold, not it's time to give Gerald the fade
What we got? Another six foot nigga wit' a death wish
Nah, he about 6'2", a bitch too
Couldn't stand The Rain like Missy in a big suit
Try to leave, notice at the door like the rent due
Slid through like a depressed Charlie, the Clip's blew
He was posted, right before they closed it
I skipped through, both hands on one fifty like ten to
Now, he's somebody that they gotta attend to
By ten to, they lace him through the holes like they kicks new
You dummy, let's just keep it funky like gym shoes
You want smoke? It get electric when E cig (Sig) blew (Blu)
I shot him on the couch
Holla in the house like if the crib huge
He Purple Rain, tryin' to guard the body like Prince move
What I gotta remix it?
Nah, nah, face shots, both heaters
How the fuck he gonna remix with no features?
The knife setter, slice better than cold pizza
With the nick he (Nicki) get the butt out the blue like Onika
Aye Beasley, you should've had T-Top and Brizz fuck 'em up for that faggot shit
Brizz hook it, then the bear (bare) footed like an African
Next time boy, you better have a strap wit' it
Clap the shit, writin' Holla Back that be Fabolous
Have somethin' black, box his hand like a Madden glitch
Your brother want it too? I got a tool that'll crack ya shit
Yeah, ambulance ride, both of y'all in the back of it
The doctor's tryin' to keep the brother's woke like an activist
Gun store, ratchet pick, Nick Cannon, grab yo' bitch
Tell him don't go grab his shit
Cause if she tried takin' these, I'ma cap a Nick (Kaepernick)
Big nine, I push somethin' to the side like it's not important
Then it's back out the states like he got deported
What you in the RT, huh? Nick Cannon got you ballin'
And you in a sportage, nigga I'll twist that Charger like it's got a shortage
Ladder, I'm on track wit' the hook, I'm 'bout to drop a chorus
I'm a tour guy wit' this bus look how I got the tourist
Slid down with the big ratchet, I was watchin' Norbit
And it got enormous, a spark will flash from the choppers like I popped an Orbit
That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick 'em up
NWX, the rest of you niggas suck
And you scared of Rain bitch, zip 'em up

[Round 2: Hitman Holla]
I'm just waitin' on you to have one of ya little mood swings so I can bitch slap ya
NWX, y'all ain't got no stars? All these fuckin' clowns and ain't none of y'all got the It factor?
My mother said it was painful watchin' them niggas set me up
See said it cause I'm on television
I said, "Well knowin' they all got a team up just to take ya son gotta be a better feelin'."
She begged me not to take this battle
She said Smack tryin' to evict me like he the landlord
I said, "But if I don't show it'll look like I'm hidin'
And I already done taught my son that backin' down is some shit that we don't stand for."
So now I'm back, reloaded, you can get a shell to the face
Alphabet, tell Tay he gon' get an L after K
They want me on the decline for no reason at all
But I was born in March I ain't got no reason to fall
If Shine cross me, no need to get Jesus involved
You can get Smacked now without givin' Beasley a call
See I'm the leader of my class, I just dwell out the top
How 'bout we talk 'bout how you jealous of Roc
Mad cause he got to grindin' and start gettin' paid more
But ain't ya name "Shine"? What the fuck you throwin' shade for?
I mean you join a new clique every month, 15 rappers you be sparing wit'
K-Shine, I been hot since '09 and I'm still here wit' who I started wit'
Battle world y'all forgot? Y'all is trippin'
All the work that I put in? Y'all forgettin'
Nigga I'm a boss and independent
Boy I got this money out the mud, I gotta wash it off before I spend it
They say you a "hot head" and "dude a fool"
Well I got heat seekers, go 'head and lose ya cool
You just be sprayin' in the air, you don't use ya tool
I call the shot before I take it, same rules as pool
I'm 'bout that action, I can't wait to show those ops
I hit hard, my right hand will make Cotto drop
I crop him out like Photoshop
These two machine arms got me walkin' like Robocop
I got him all Shock'ed I'm in my Silkk bag
Grind mode, my son gon' have a hundred like Wilt dad
I use this Mossberg a lot, the handle comin' off the grip pad
So I nicknamed the shotgun "Jimmy" it's built bad
Young, wild and reckless, that was a phase
I'm from a city where niggas walk up and ask for ya J's
But this world made me savage my ways
A bad barber, you get boxed up even though he asked for a fade
Boy I'm strapped, I'm fully armed
Don't make me get my bully on
We both bald but I'm different, I'm Melo wit' the hoodie on
Speakin' of hoops, I'll catch him on the balcony
String him wit' a heavy right
Then I make him jump like the heavy nice
You laughed at me and Verb
Cause we had a disagreement and decided to handle our shit with words
But Dot Mobb, I mean Rex, this ain't no diss to you
But y'all act like y'all fuck wit' each other for the camera and really didn't, see that's what bitches do
You don't even talk to Rex and y'all used to eat off that menu together
Verb gave me the first Showtime, I gave him the first Remix we got paid, hopped in the whip and left the venue together
Little do he know, me and Verb actually caught a fade
We just ain't do no weak shit and blog about it cause that's how y'all play it
I told Verb, "Fuck you", but the difference between us off stage, let's see if I let one of y'all say it
Aye, you unloyal ass bitch, I can't believe you
You had the nerve to give a fake hi five to the same hand that used to feed you
So all that dick suckin', team switchin' and-y'all can have that shit
Cause loyalty is bigger than this battle shit
I'm a beast and you know that
I bring it to your show clap
My brother outta jail

[Showout]
And nigga don't make me go back!

[Hitman]
Aye, PS, my fans was like, "Yo Holla, Nitty sneak dissin'."
Huh? Man, I'll cook that nigga bad
Tell Rum he gon' pay for them shots later, just put it on his tab
[?] translation
[Crowd] Ball game!

[Round 2: K- Shine]
Now I'm not gonna lie, you done well for yourself sucka
You a verified celebrity
{claps}
Usin' all of them followers to set up a fight on Time Square, 42nd Street
Boy, I know you seen the cops, you ain't even in the same set as me
But anybody reppin' B's know you don't pow wow with the boys in blue
Dog food, this isn't even in his Pedigree
38 minutes, how he covered with electrifyin' hands, well get this TEC in (Tekken) 3
Hold it down, 'fore we open rounds like the letter C
You live by it, you die by it, boy this .40 gon' be the death of me
This baby shower, check of the kid's needs (kidneys) like the registry
You be stressin' me
"I'm a million view nigga! Man I average one million views."
Shut the fuck up
Like you the only nigga ahead wit' yo' work
You don't got a million views, okay it's true you leveled this first
But what good is one million views if you always dead after ya first?
They just watchin' you die one million times, think Gerald Levert
I get him closed (clothes) in the bag like I'm sellin' him merch
Silencer, sound like I let off a Nerf
Th3 Saga continues, funeral, I put this metal to work
That mean I get 'em wacked off then head to the church
Yeah I'm Rain man and I'm finna set up this body for the homie like a wing man
Both arms extended, who tryin' to check my wingspan?
OVO Fest, you 'bout to see the Drake fan
Whole set, ridin' wit' the choppers like Game plan
Huddle up bitches, come up wit' a game plan
[?] take it to watch this Mag net (magnetic) like a brain scan
First Holla, then them, plain pairs
That's smoke signals, in the end (Indian), he ain't gotta see Rain dance
{crowd starts booing}
For a buck, I have it ooze all on bloody shoes like I'm wit' Cardi
They'll holler for a dollar like Dayday threw the rent party
I can use a Sig prolly, or that nina bang
Cause they say "Holla for a dollar" if I feel somethin' strange than the piece will change
You talkin' loyalty, what up wit' Ill? [?] Butterfield
You tried to leave the game
Let's talk 'bout if it wasn't for Verb, they wouldn't speak ya name
Why you left him in the dirt soon as your first season played?
B-Magic held y'all city down, you treated him like he a lame
You should be ashamed
Tell him his work is over seas like his visa came
Every time you speak of Beasley's name, you speak in vain
You always cryin' 'bout the time, my how we complain
Tweet for fame, about how ya heaters bang
120 characters, but [?] them characters never be the same
Boy you was seekin' fame, you seen some change then you seem to change
{crowd starts booing again}
It used to be "hello" to the fans, but now it's brief as Hanes
You ain't nice neither, wife beater, you need the chain
Cause now you just dyin' every round like Easter came
Please explain
I mean, it ain't no Biggie but he got 'em Hypnotized
If it's the midwest movement then why every time Big T in the ride he gotta pick a side?
Aye Big T, I told 'em get the fuck out the [?] nigga, I'm finna ride

[Big T]
DJ Khaled give me the keys I'm finna drive
Woke up this nigga mind
We don't shoot [?] this nigga dyin'
And I got this chilackaboo wit me this time
This nigga talkin' 'bout "pick a side", don't start that
Pick a side? I'll pick a sharp shooter, aim for wherever Hitman heart at

[K-Shine] Aye nigga, which side you on?
[Big T] Side of yours
[K] .40 Cal on the side of yours
That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em up
Get ya crew shot with an oowop, pick' em up
NWX you nigga suck
Next round I got a trick nigga, zip 'em up

[Round 3: Hitman Holla]
See that was type wack
But I'm glad they did that cause I got somethin' under this Big T(ee) for this handicap match
I mean Shine you a cool dude, but I got somethin' against you
See I went to Jersey and talked to Red
You went to Jersey and lost to Red see that's the problem witchu
You be gettin' cooked on other leagues, that was only days prior
KOTD, Smack, UDubb, see this is the reason I get paid higher
Think Pokemon, and I'm Charmander: every stage I'm fire
They said "Whoever win this get crowned king performer."
I already run that field
If I ain't in y'all Mount Rushmore then a nigga in ya Mount Rushmore prolly stood in front of me and got they dumb ass killed
Man somebody better pray for him
I text the predators like I got prey for 'em
When this chopper flip ya whip, you gon' need more than Jake from State Farm
They found his torso with no waist on him
Detectives guess it's him
2Pac killer, the cops couldn't put a face on him
They need boxes of chalk, two rows of Caution tape for him
I know his schedule, so I just wait in the bushes and wait for him
I shoot the scope with my elbow in and I don't need a coach K, I already got great form
I refuse to let these new fans and these bloggers get the best of me
Have the nerve to say I fell off, well I must've landed on my legacy
I'm from a whole different era, I was killin' then, I slaughter now
Y'all should've told me, "bring scuba gear" I ain't know this new generation of battle rap was this watered down
I give y'all that real Summer Madness feel, cause I'm nothin' like them other guys
I know y'all want that old Hitman, but my bank account scream otherwise
You hear the pain in my voice? Two years straight I had to listen to my mother cry
Had a disagreement with Show' but when it's time to ride I'ma slide cause I'm always on my brother side
Man I hate Shine
The wrong look and this can turn into a hate crime
Witnesses like, "Man, he was rappin' then all of a sudden Holla got mad then the ambulance had to come and take Shine."
You 5'6", every bone in ya body will break Shine
You will get beat with bottles, you play your cards right, you really get an ace of spades Shine
See that's why I don't like the nigga, cause y'all gassed his fake tough shit and really hyped the nigga
I call him "Always, Almost, About To Fight A Nigga"
Cause every battle he always, almost, about to fight a nigga
But when it was time to actually throw ya hands you ain't do nothin' but bite a nigga
You try me, I'ma really slip, right the nigga
Beat his ass after the show, I'll Ike the nigga
Stomp his ass out with some cleats, I'll spike the nigga
[?] Shine in the sky, I'll kite the nigga
Fuck every motherfucker on this card, I'm the best, that's a GOAT answer
They all claim they want smoke 'til they realize that I'm throat cancer
I'll cut ya daughter's stomach open by myself and then I get to tube tyin'
Then I pistol whip him with the butt of the .40, man I'll moon Shine
Maximum deals comin' out this .40 get all y'all capped out
Ru Paul, get all y'all dragged out
Wholesale, get all y'all tagged out
Sweeper, mop, bucket, janitor style get all y'all trash out
Ayo Rain, I mean what I motherfuckin' say
You had your OG tell my OG to chill
Cool, O motherfuckin' K, but you got until
The end of the motherfuckin' day
To apologize to my mama on Twitter or I'm punchin' you right in ya motherfuckin' face
What's big money to small change?
Two words after this: Ball game!

[Round 3: K-Shine]
What the fuck good is the fame if you don't cherish what you got it for?
Nigga you was shoppin' in ya college store
I was sellin' crack right inside the store
You tried to rock with ball
When the NBA didn't work out you wanna rhyme some more
You had a job before, I had sales on the late night shift like the Commodors
And still had punches in front of Apollo like Rocky 4
I'm tired of y'all, you wasn't Wild N Out til Cannon got involved
And you still ain't the best battle rapper on that show nigga, knock it off
Con' had you put it all on the line like a conference call
Just to be on set, gettin' fucked by the crackers like Monster Ball
You on TV, you supposed to be lit for the cameras
Glitz wit' the glamour
Talkin' to the Wild N Out strippers and dancers
Instead, he up there showin' his temper with tantrums
All aggressive, talkin' 'bout grippin' his hammer
Walkin' up gettin' the EEEEEH, before he get to the answer
Aye nigga, you be wildin', wildin', wildin', wildin'
Aye, y'all like that show?
I do, but y'all niggas stick wit' me
I like it so much I wanted to play
And if y'all know the game when I say "Hitman so soft" y'all say "How soft is he?"
Aye that nigga Hitman is so soft
(How soft is he?!)
He pillow soft, soft as my bitch's text
Softer than kitten sex, so soft he gotta get off through the internet
Softer than men depressed, soft as my bitch's breast
Softer than Michael Jackson's "hee hee" in a silhouette
I said Hitman is so fraud
(How fraud is he?)
Man he fraud like 100 scams
Fraud like a Muslim that fuck with ham
Fraud like you heard Nicki Minaj and Remy Ma perform together at Summer Jam
Fraud like Wesley Snipes business wit' Uncle Sam
Fraud like Saga wit' a Bible in the left and porn mag in the other hand
Hitman is so off
(How off is he?)
Man he off like a week on vacation from work
He off like Hulk Hogan when he breakin' a shirt
He off like the radio when the kids in the car and they plan to curse
He off like the lights on the rent when you ain't pay on the first
Man he off like zombie skin, that's dead scary
He off like the feelin' I get when the Feds near me
He off like the hammer I clutch when that lead near me
He's so off he did Show on the net like a web series
But hold up, let's keep it real
Nigga, Bill Collector would've never got touched if you didn't have Show around
And his part of the remix the only reason why they know your rounds
But then he go around [?] cause he got a hoe in town
I see why lil' bro always gotta hold you up, cause you don't never hold him down
If you a real Blood then piece me
Look I got him open now, this was a fake five, just like you I was tryin' to give Show the pound
Hold it down I show around when Show is down
Big brother can't hold him up, if he can't really hold him down
When I was a kid, I used to have my mama stressed like, "Nigga, what type of shit he on?"
Cause every time a nigga had smoke the cig (Sig) was on
Don't get me wrong
I gave the fades too, a nigga used to get it on
But I took that cannon everywhere wit' me like Q-Tip in the prison song
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit'a oowop, pick him up
NWX, this nigga suck
Y'all know my slogan nigga
(Zip 'em up)