JC vs. Kid Chaos

[Round 1: Kid Chaos]
{Clapping}
Awww shit
Kid Chaos versus JC
Now why am I not afraid?
Well you might summate, that I’m either brave, or I’m just aware of your fruitless attempt to be recognized as great
Aw, JC seek all kinda praise
Surf got you feeling you owed something it’s all politics
And those who are more conservative deny ya raise (rays)
But I peep the climate change
Despite your reign (rain), the tides have changed
And it seems Tsunami is responsible for this little entitled wave
All I can say, is it’s clear you’re shrinking down to the quantum placе
Atoms glitching outta place
No Dr. Strange while I rеmain, totally solid J
So when I walk through you, it’s cause I ain’t phased
Oh cause you ain't never taken your rightful place
No you’ve regressed to this passion project saved
For the other battle rap gods to ride and drive a lane
So as long as you’re seen behind them they
Can use, “every letter” as long as he fit in a box, like a license plate I mean, what drives you J?
I mean cause you wanna be an idol, but only show up half the time
You want Lux to be your rival, and then you started lackin' pride
It’s like ya going to the library, and there’s a book you have to find
JC we can’t give you a Title, if you don’t have a spine
And you know that is why, you just want acceptance in this
Chasin' Lux, Verb, and Surf, but them vets view you as a pest now you pessimistic
Cause on the legend list, y'all have never been on the same page in the index position
That's why in the end, when you’re booked, you’re not referenced wit’ 'em
Which led to skepticism
Tellin' fans you’ll never beg for a battle...bitch I’ve seen your interviews and they beg to differ
Cause you know you’ve been so outta focus in these lenses, that’s a poor trait (portrait)
So you just standing next to them, can correct ya image
Which is a pathetic difference, from how you used to yearn for a check
But then you burned you some bridges
You used to have to earn their respect, now here you are tryin' to earn their attention
And that absurd as a mission, cause I'm like, "Where is your pride and dignity at?"
Cause at this point, you resemble a dog beggin’ for scraps
Knowin' you just a pet but, willin' to run behind Surf if he periodically give your belly a pat
And you’ll wag ya tail, wait for him to throw out all the steps you should care to hit, if you ever wish to compare to him
And you're the good boy like “Yeah? I'll get it Surf. I'll get it.”
And go and fetch him his arrogance
You are, a nincompoop
It’s like systematic racism, the way that they play wit’ ya
You're being brand profiled by those with profiles separated Jim Crow style
Cause neighborhood don’t want you around, so you're not welcome in ya own house
So like most sambos you sold out
Became a coon
Let your oppressors condition you to believe their opportunities shouldn’t be the same as you
Gettin' you to work for nothin'
Slavin' you
They opening scene to Django you
Sayin' you not that nigga, as the land turn in ya face
Cause there’s other victims they wanna chain you to
Surf play wit’ you
EA Sports, just look at the claims he take to court (Cort')
I promise you just a game to sue (Tsu)
See he race, baitin’ you
Hopin' a chase ensues, like Caucasians do
But since you don’t have a dominant gene in you, that’s the race you loose
But you ain’t a fool, bro step up ya heart
And go snatch your respect as a star
Cause I promise you’ll never get far
If you keep lettin' them set for you what your perquisites are
Google Maps when you press on the box
It takes character addressing this part
But stop allowing them to be the GPS in your car
Cause you the one wit’ the pin (pen), stop believing you positioned where they tell you you are
Bro you're better than that, understand the difference between when you beg and you ask
You want acceptance so bad, you just ended up lookin' pathetic and sad
It’s all documented, and I hope ya body office get it
But due to the connection we have, I don't think you set up for that
So I have no choice but to bring this original form to you, since you not accepting the facts (fax)

[Round 1: JC]
That was so fuckin' bad. Y'all ready?
Yooo!
You niggas wanna continue to drop the fuckin' ball
Every time you've been given a layup
With the lane wide open
And y'all wanna praise and cry over niggas that do shit that I can do in my sleep...like chokin'
Well I'm back bitch
And since I'm the one that lends (lens) the shot, I'm quite focused
Way past the recruitin', I (eye) control everything
Showoff during this quarantine and we off the balcony shootin'
So what's up with this? Is he really that? Cause I'm way more than probably
I can't even label you as a victim properly
I saw that tournament, you were a victim before you got to me
So who chose this goofy?
Bitch, you 'bout as chaotic as the Frozen movie
I mean truly bro suck
He cool, but he think that shit on YouTube will blow up
Soon as he post, my clique (click) on it and all y'all viewings go up
The shit's strange
Everybody wanna play 'til the coach came, low aim
Send one through the door frame
Bald heads tear through the panel, quicker than Barkley at the post game
And y'all think I lack believability?
Nigga just stop
Think if JFK knew they gave another nigga the drop he would've been in the drop?
Don't even matter
The moral is you don't gotta believe shit to get shot
Don't run wit' it
Vital organs don't even move if I dump a clip
You won't even have the wind to run from this
That chess (chest) will lock longer than the Ark Of The Covenant
You gotta protect it
See, God'll protect it, I'm way more spiritually connected than I seem to brag
And I understand these bodies I catch are vessels, vehicles, that's why y'all need the gas
But I murder 'em with skill
Sawed off
It was a light pole that I gave the mic knows (Mike nose), I'm surgical for real
He think he ice cold
That Dru Hill shit had us under your spell, right?
Typo
We been known your number
Longer than who?
Mike Jones
Bitch, ain't shit new about you
Want me to forgive his effort
Those Dru Hill steps never made lyrics better, but he don't want the advice
See me and you? Nothin' alike
You hold the door when I'm comin' in
I'll pull the plug to end your sufferin'
These two total different functions of nice
The shit poppin'
But we waitin'
Loadin' clips for entertainment; Tik Tok'in'
But that's encrypted speech, like a message from Hillary
See we loadin' up on an enemy, who biggest moment in the scene don't have half the energy as when he mention me
Oh this gon' be history
With you, gone and deceased
This shit look like a Rodney King verdict and you out here callin' for me?
Oh another hammer bang 'bout to put Chaos all in the streets
You wanna know why you gotta say another nigga name?
Cause when it come to you, nobody fuckin' cares!
Could've did this shit in Florida where they got all the athletes and you wouldn't have bubbled there
You couldn't even be half decent for me
Should I leave him leakin' for it?
In my hood, same as Allstate's, insured
Every safe driver keep the .40
They all knew I was the reaper, you just heard of this
But you haven't been impressive
So when Smack said he would give you another turn he meant the tournament
But when you failed that he allowed me to guide that soul through the firmament
So welcome to the point

I know!

[Kid Chaos] One person
[JC] Shut the hell up!
[Kid Chaos] Fuck you

[JC]
Welcome to the point of no return
Something you can only earn
And I'm a Tucker, you see me flippin' with a 100 it ain't cause I owe Big Worm
And to think, I spoke on a drug rumor
I smoke battlers you fuckin' goof
And none of you bitches dope, I couldn't smoke crack if I wanted to
I'ma cremate you
This life or death, you don't need angles you need angels
You been called, and I made 'em wait
But you live longer when I take a break
So be thankful, let's not be discrete
I'm the exact opposite of you Chaos, I keep the peace (piece)
In each palm, I creep often
See, don't be tryin' to rebuttal on no Call Of Duty shit when you be up here dyin', try respawnin'
It's body bags at every battle
Make sure your homie found one
I don't even gotta finish that slogan, y'all know that's round one
1-0

[Round 2: Kid Chaos]
1-0 my way, you're right, absolutely right
[JC] Yeeeeeah

[Kid Chaos]
So we feel ducked and ah, I feel abducted
What you take me for? Cause I know you don't think that my appeal is the same as yours
Up here lookin like you ain’t matured...
Bitch you dress like you pay for porn
I’ll give you a shirt to wear
I’m standing here wishin' that my reach could pass a tee (capacity) in the building cause I can’t take no more
Bro, find a “How To Look Interesting” seminar and take the course
Cause I wanna war robe, ya wardrobe bitch we walked on stage and I was up 4-0
I can take the house from you if they looking, for clothes (foreclose)
So don’t blame me shorty...blame yaself cause you wore those
Before the HEADSHOT, before those, big guns come out
Clip shape like a jar (ajar) but bitch could push a door close
And that forgoes, BLAA took his torso
So prepare to engage, in My Expert Opinion it’s Math-ematics that I’m airing your way
I carry a .8, or I’ll put a four by four and shoot you square in the face
HEADDSHOTT
Blow ya tongue out for that unbearable taste
I mean what the fuck is on ya noggin' bro?
The stuff you rock is not that dope
You must run into the shops and go, “Just give me whatever will make me look as uncomfortable as possible."
Bro, why the fuck you this old and still can’t dress?
I swear that I get sense that you scarier around some women
Ah shit, there’s a thought
Y’all bear wit’ me a minute
Muhfucka was so focused on his pen, he never developed the social skills necessary in building, character when we children
To get the fairer gender attention
The weirdo in school runnin' round talkin’ bout some “Ooh I got bars and can dance, who care about gettin' bitches?”
But that’s carries into yo' image
And why is that?
Cause bitch outside of rap, you have no personality, may I remind you that?
It got so bad, the first time you do an interview showing any character, we all think you tryin' crack!
Cause over the years we’ve seen the God surpassed, by guys who trash
Simply because they look like somebody, and you just look like somebody that hasn't found a swag
You see I’m also tryna rap, but still I of course, be in some drip that might assure, I pipe a whore
Boy, I clean up like a chore
While you come in here lookin' like you slept in all your outfits the night before fake
But all jokes aside, show some pride
I mean it’s clear that you lethal but ya peers aren’t ya equals They’ve created tangible brands, and your shit nearly is see through
Every other vet from K-Shine, Aye Verb, Tsu Surf, Nitty and Geechi too
Have more followers on Twitter than they do IG, because they unique to the people
But you're the only vet that has more followers on Twitter, than you do on IG
Bro that literally means people would rather read you than see you
You’re invisible outside of this
You’re not interesting to the fans, you don’t fit in with the other vets who had a plan
They way they steered was like cattle you can catch out in Texas on a ranch
And you're the one bull in the field who no one thinks belong
Cause you have yet to get a brand
Bro help me understand
You think being able to only sit back and say your raps are great can equate to cash in banks?
OK a little
But in order for it to exacerbate, you’ll have to make, yo' status raise
But only focusin’, on that holy pen, has you hittin a ceilin', unable to use your attic space
They'll say that’s another story, see that lack of traits, literally eradicates, whatever lil' splash you’ve made
Yes, cause JC can walk on water but cannot make, any current moves cause he don’t have a wave
And that’s a shame, you gotta live up to your stats and not your stature J
Your soul is being cast away
To hell wit’ it
Especially since you've been rockin' this livin' dead image
Inside yo' coffin, usin' your fingers to scratch yo' way out
And I’m on the other side puttin' a different nail in it

[Round 2: JC]
That shit sounded so fuckin' dumb

[Kid Chaos] Shut up!

[JC]
Destiny!
Easy to see that bullshit shows I was chose for this seat
Goofy fucker
You wanna MLK speech your way to the top
And get your shot next (neck) and die all over your Dreams
He thought he was protestin', but he pro-testin' and woke up a beast
When I black? Baow! Live matter all over the street
You gon' make the coroner's go through everything and wreck the scene
Just to pick up your fuckin' thoughts like telepathy
They told you to press the envelope Chaos? Not message me
Now you've become the meal of the day, I'll even serve him in my specialty (special tee)
Yeah the weapons form, let him swarm, I expect a war
Two Eagles; Desert Storm
Shotgun to his chest...how close do I gotta be to make a clean hole when I blast into you?
Don't mind me, I'm askin' for the 12, like a Vlad interview
This new era finished
All this attention for a mention
He got an image to fit into until it's "in memory of" when they mention you
You new niggas keep forgettin', obituaries got an image too
You motherfuckas got a one way ticket when it comes to me, and Heaven's waitin'
Since I'm takin' over, in da end holmes (Indian homes), y'all got reservations
This eradication will be celebrated
The return of JC end in (ending) Chaos once and for all...like Revelations
I'm God like
A cat guaranteed to land on his feet and the .9 live
I'm from where most niggas done had their first shootout before prom night
Even thots is puttin' pain in, I could get that bullshit repainted, at a salon price
One wrong move, automatics'll pop, faggots will drop
That sound like Big Kap
You know what else sound like Big Kap? The actual shot
Don't be mere stupid, it sound like pure foolish
But you appear, foolish
My tier, ruthless
And that throne is all I see
But I don't know how they expect y'all to breathe if I'm the air (heir) to it
That's insanity
And they just keep handin' me a body on stage, I should give a Grammy speech
Give him fire while he livin' out his biggest desires, leave him right there for a fan to see (fantasy)
Oh this? Is original
Giving you advice that could save you
While I'm killin' you, and I'm spiritual
Haunt me after yo' death and get your spirit chewed
Bitch none of this shit is new
So pay attention to who you attending to
It's not just niggas that I send to shoot
They also there to test yo' drive bitch...ten and two
Don't be delusional
Us being able to actually meet, that's not a chance for you to sit in your Majesty seat
You need more than Dru Hill than Lou Williams
Climb out that bubble you in and you can actually eat
Now what's up with all these foreigners?
Who see the way J walkin' and think that they can cut corners
That only causes Chaos and clearly nobody wants to see Chaos
But speak of the devil
It's nice of you to look up here and scream to my level
Normally when I toy wit' somebody kids, it's a niece or a nephew
Somebody relate
You not even relatable (bull)
How is this a target?
My legacy is imprinted, you don't even fit the margin
I guarantee you quit right now, half of them will forget you started
Like, "Where fam' went?"
With the rest
Delivered personally, hand sent
Nigga wiggin' more than Caitlyn Jenner at a photo shoot
Boy, I'm the man bitch
Don't be defensive
Just phone ya defenses
I'm gettin' everybody close to him touched and he won't even miss it
Even Sunday he'll see Grandma flipped in the church, Don't Be A Menace
Boy this shit trife and I been nice
I don't believe in a Parallel Universe
You are dying, in this life
Get the facts straight, that's fate, it ain't choosin'
It's the same movement, I get the green light, pull up on a square with the sticks; 2K's shootin'
Let 'em shine
You could've picked any name instead of mine
But that road rage lead to a fast death
That's cause the tone change on them last breathes
Every nigga turned mellow died
Round 2
Very...he can't fuck with me on his best day

[KC] Bro you're losing
[JC] 2-0!
[KC] Shut up. Shut up!
[JC] 2-0!
[KC] Shut up it's my turn. Shut up! I bet you shut up before I do
[JC] 2-0!
[KC] Shut up! Shut up!
[JC] 2-0!
[KC] Stupid! Shut up!
[JC] 2-0! Rookies 1-1
[KC] Shut up! Shut up!
[JC] 1-1 Rookies. 1-1
[KC] Shut up!
[JC] 1-1 I'm the fucking best in here nigga
[KC] Shut the fuck up ya dumb!
[JC] I'm the best! I'm the best in this bitch
[KC] Ya losing! Ya losing! You looking at them
[JC] I'm the best!
[KC] You're losing!
[JC] I'm the best
[KC] You're looking at them
[JC] I'm the best

[Round 3: Kid Chaos]
If URL 2k was pressed
To an actual game to test
You would scroll to your face, select
And that in and of itself is a depressin' (da press in), thing to think about cause now the stage it set
For you to play yoself
Cause anytime you face a vet, anyone that knows how to control a crowd
Mr. God Pen ended lookin' mighty normal wow
Think about it: T-Top, Tay Roc, Twork, K-Shine, Loso, see where I’m going now?
You fuck up so bad you gotta help them finish they round
Like “Aight y'all. Hold it down.”
I mean at one time you were so profound
Then you started gettin' picked on and clowned
And I guess all of that shade is why you toned it down
I mean, looking like a smoker now
Like an arcade game, can’t coin anything special, cause you toke’n (token) now
So there’s no value on ya rounds
JC look like he on PCP
Livin' off the water, see (sea)
He just coastin' now
I mean you used to be on the prowl

[JC]
'Bout time, let's go

[Kid Chaos]
I was wildin' this whole battle

Your purpose seemed, hurtin’ these, guy that you would ruin
Every verse it seemed
Sir would be, knockin' out the students
Cause the nerd would teach, but currently?
Not rockin' like he used ta, I mean HERCULES HERCULES
See you was a God but now you human
And since you had to revert

Fuck is he talkin' 'bout?! Fuck is he talkin' 'bout?! You losing!

[JC] You down 2-0 already
[Kid Chaos] Man, shut up!
[JC] It's already over
[Kid Chaos] Shut up!
[JC] It's already over

[Kid Chaos]
Aye, he was a God but now you human
And since you had to revert
Back to the av-er-age turf
Tell JC...I mean "Hey Zeus" (Jesus)...
I’ll play Zeus... and be the one to bring you back down to Earth
Seeing where you at now it hurts bro
Cause you were supposed to be who I watched to get inspired by, when I couldn’t scribe the lines
You were supposed to be every letter, to the last sentence...bottom line
You were supposed to be JC, the prophet that could handle being idolized
But now you're just this reminder of where I could be if I stopped caring and I don’t try
What happened to you bro?
You went from awesome scary tales, to a cautionary tale
You went from showboating gettin' rocked on waves and swells
To all of a sudden, ya payment getting docked cause J don’t sail
And that's no Carnival but pardon my amusement Parkin bro
This is not to state affairs cause it’s getting a little dark so I’m not gone take it there
Ohhh but I’m gone make you care bro
Do you remember the way ya enemies made, excuses not to battle you cause ya writtens was great?
Well neither do we?
You're switching our memory banks
Cause we’ve witnessed you change, from ya pass code affecting your in-ter-est rates
And it ends in a Chase, and with that new combination you just sit in the safe
And it turns out, we can’t get to you because your pen (pin) ain’t the same
I pray that this what it takes
Cause I used to look at you and get terrified
Cause I thought your bars were the hardest of them all
Now I look at you and get terrified, cause I see how far that I can fall
So it serves that you could possibly, have purpose skewed by loss of steam the wins (winds) your hurling through
Has topped your speed, that’s terminal velocity
But sir before the bottoms reached
Just before, you touch the floor
These lines that help you pull yourself back up ad be your bungee cord
I mean isn’t it right, your an Israelite?
I know you believe in originally being something more (Moor)
Cause now you just pale in comparison to who you were once before
I feel punctured, sure
Cause being your heir (air), sometimes deflates me
Cause if you- I would've never came you would have rapped in vain
Aye, it’s a fate thing
So maybe you weren't supposed to be the greatest, you know?
Maybe you were just supposed to inspire him
Regardless of what some may think
So maybe, just maybe, as much as you pissed me off this battle
Your whole reason for existing was to help create me
Time

[Round 3: JC]
{Clapping}
Give it up, give it up. Bottom of the third. Bottom of the third. Good shit boy

[Kid Chaos] Cooked in this

[JC]
Ayo, that little shit he do is alright I promise
Hehe
It's okay
But the difference is, I'm meant for this
Beasley called me with they little tournament bracket system, I put a glitch in it
If I make the code word "inactive" yo' next of kin makes the injured list
I even got a ratchet with a ratchet and a beam pointed right where the women sit
But he don't get the shit, I don't expect him to...that's a whole new end for sis' (emphasis)
Overdose!
I didn't wanna put all the faces on one pole
I told 'em (totem) tho'
See if I gotta be the one to remind niggas to always stay wit' it, I'll (owl) represent it, like OVO
I tried to warn him
When I be stormin', it's nothin' but fire
Nothin' is higher
Shots blow and build a pot hole in him, fuck up attire (a tire)
I'm a detour
Roadblock
In the way of a lot of destinations
His designation, the one thing you wanna do before you die
Aspiration vs. expiration
I'm the median
Immediate imbalance
The reason the ship is rockin', semi's poppin'
Remember them little Harley Davidson power wheels?
Yeah we got mini choppers
I'm not sure if he took nine shots...but he still gon' need 50 doctors
And he didn't get the option
But this supposed to be the flow, that these niggas is takin' the spots with?
Well now I understand Joe Budden, I don't relate to the Logic
I don't think that's impressive, it's half aggression
You tell me, what good is it to make it out past your section, only to make it back in sections?
I dismantle shit
Quarantine, I came lighter, still brought fire, damn I'm lit
But this battle rap
I mean these Dru Hill steps ain't nothin' that the fans can spit
That ain't even top 100 bars in history
Shit got picked up and tossed soon as it dropped; dog shit literally
Just aimless moves, kill or be killed
You already the nigga who hate to lose
Social distance is six feet, but I'm the reason a lot of niggas'll never break that rule
That's real distancin'
The instance I sense tension I'm liftin' shit
Two ratchets, engage one with another
Nothin' this big'll miss (bigamist)
I'm never out my element
Let him in
I'll blacken son (sun), two Eagles, and vitamin D (invite him in and these) push that melon in (melanin)
It's gettin' darker
Soul makes a quick departure
MAC's (Mack's) spot him from across the street; Mrs. Parker
I lift shit, big Sig's
See they didn't want me to torch him, but the irony is if I abort it, then the Kid lives
You see how I changed the scene?
And the niggas who think it's make believe, you gotta make believe
Ruger to his face, now he beggin'
I told you, I aim to please
With a whole clip full of kidnappers
Every nigga you made toss out they bracket
Yeah I got a whole clip of shit to hit you wit' and all of 'em active
But, if you end up droppin' off the first round...that shit'll be Ultimate Madness
Never mind, I'm still rappin' and still eatin'
Pardon me for not sayin' my grace
Kanye West, 'Through The Wire', I'm still talkin' with the plate in my face
This is it
Niggas wanted me to act like we was on some exquisite list?
You are a Caffeine appetizer, ask Smack, always grab my chips and dip
So why should I take you serious?
Let me rephrase that
Why should I take you...period?
You don't fit the menu
URL just bought into the stock which would mean ain't no interest in you
So they should just let this shit continue with no balance left?
Oh you the saddest yet
How the hell can they gain equity if they acquiesce?
See, this is why it's always been more about legacy than a battle check
You should have respect
They know I'm colder, that's why I'm overdosin'
But with him the story gon' always start in denial (da Nile), 'til Moses floatin'
And it is over with
Overdose with the dopest pen
That's why I just 3-0'd this bitch
Welcome to the vets ring
My condolences