K-Shine vs. Pat Stay

[Round 1: Pat Stay]
{Pat Stay uses a measuring tape on K-Shine}
Yep, that'll do it... another five-foot midget wit' a attitude!
Pff! Lil' squirt—I'd be sour, too!
All that tough-guy, killin' shit's gon' be soundin' cute
Till I Kevin-Nash-boot-the-shit outta you
Lil' twerp! Now, let's get to it
Fuckin' ugly lil' snappin' turtle
Been waitin' to go head-to-head wit' this busta like that old ram commercial
See, before COVID, we was locked in, then he got locked up
And I'm sure y'all know that 'cause he was fuckin' tweeting about it all month
Every time I checked his Twitter, "Uh! 'Nother day in court!"
All I seen is, "Uh! Really short! Insecure!"
Served, like, five days out of a thirty-day bid
Now, he's back to get his lil' stupid ass thirtied again!
This guy was in there, savin' his fruit to make some jailhouse hooch
By the time he got out, fuckin' apples weren't even bruised
You hittin' them weights in there, bro? You fuckin' huge!
Man, he just dyin' to crouch down and chuck the deuce
{to the camera} Ayy, you...
Don't get the awkward silence confused
All the people here either his dudes on they're guys in his crew
Plus, between us, I think I kinda got screwed
'Cause they said we'd be inside so I had all these small room lines that'd be huge
But pshh! Last minute, the staff switched it
Scrap what I had written 'cause it wouldn't work outside and I had no time to re-do
You think I'da been doomed but I'm a vet
Outside or confined in a room, I'm too polished
They shoulda kept Shine in the shoe
Man, who want it? Talk to you guys in a few
{to K-Shine} Yo, speakin' of shoes, them shits give you, like, three whole inches
It's funny—that last shit just perfectly flows with it
I told you: wherever we do it, makes no difference
No matter the size of the platform, he'll get his soul lifted
You make finger guns and battle rap gang signs with your baby hands
Here's my oo-op, idiot—means I'm greater than!
You land mad punches but lack substance from a creative stance
And then switchin' the location gives you no service 'cause I don't even need a day to plan
No crowd, no stage—brings me back to the old days
I get to just talk to you, right to that lil' exotic toad face
Fuck you! This is my show! I do it my own way!
{Pat Stay pulls his pants down}
Moon Shine and he won't do nothin' 'cause he's ho-made!
What? Look, he mad right now... all buns
Look... I would never man serious as short as you
They find you scary; I find you absolutely adorable
Give a fuck if you're wild or I'll Tyson-Fury you
You little schmuck! "What?" Don't interrupt!
Follow your slogan—zip it up! Chump!
I'll fuckin' flick you like that and merk you
You half my size—shit, not even a half! A third, like Surf do
Crybaby! I'll rock you like that and burp you
Then pshh! Shove a bottle in your mouth—I'll nurse you!
Look... ha! He's tryna deke me out!
Hahahahahaha! You tryna deke me, dude? You easy food!
That's the difference between me and you
I don't be dekin', dude
You fuckin' look like Betelgeuse and—
Pff, anyways, look, I said, yo...
I'm just takin' it easy, dude, for round one
But round two, I'ma take you to deep waters and drown you

[Round 1: K-Shine]
Yo...
Are you as excited as me?
I mean, sheesh!
I mean...sheesh!
They finally said I had Pat
I said, "Stay? Roll over, dawg! You in for a treat!"
But you see what I mean? That shit was just beast
Like, "Pat." "Stay." "Roll over." "Dawg." "You in for a trea—!"
Speak highly!
I hope you don't think you got a Black bitch on a cracker like Monster's Ball
I'm like the nigga checkin' his pockets when you ask for your money: I ain't got it all!
A whole new year for this resolution? Don't drop the ball
You couldn't adjust in a Volume even though we got the same ringtone?
That's not my call
Now, I know, I can't just use gun bars
That's somethin' you gon' neglect till it's disabled
Remedial classes: I brought somethin' special to the table
Ain't a freestyle, punchline, or aggression that could save you!
I'm here to break you!
I'm talkin' havin' everything white wired like the connection to the cable!
And it's in HD! Am I connectin'?
Bro, I wrote nine rounds for you!
This nigga was on some weird shit!
"Well, wait till we find a hotspot!"
Now, you the one I'm paired with!
Coronavirus! Quarantine! Scared shit!
He seen Hart (heart) beat; knew this wasn't nothin' you could interfere with!
You free-loadin' trick! You only here for a purse?
You gettin' wrapped up, bitch! That's a gift and a curse
I'm talkin' headshots! I'ma have ya bidness outta bidness
Old chop! I even got a lemon on the biscuit
A little rusty but still make a pendant out a wigga
Y'all gon' find God and Stay in touch: it's been a minute since we kicked it!
Jansports wit' every TEC in it but a textbook
Triple, doubles—everything through the roof like Westbrook
I am not lackin'! I promise you!
{K-Shine snaps his fingers at Pat Stay}
This the death look
I'm makin' sure every gun I wear rock Stay like Edgewood
The [?]! Leave his whole head blown!
Even though somethin' light skinned it like a redbone
We just wildin', Easter Island...I wanna see the headstones
Wait, Stay tuned? Don't worry; it's more to come
I brought a drum!
Damn near the same kicks like Dunks and Jordan 1s
Shoulda knew it was gon' be Stay low! I'm on the run
And it's been this way for years!
I'm on a different tier
It's the pressure I apply online like I clicked Careers
Speakin' of on the run, you was right
It's crazy 'cause, get a load of this, the judge said I'm lucky
I actually beat five violations
It got dropped to a one-week sanction
I said, "Lucky who?"
Man, I just wanted to be free, period, like a substitute
From that day, I say, I never let you crackers tell me what to do!
It's either chest shots or got the opp shin (option) but this the only thing that's up to you
Cutter tool! Scoopin' a cracker like a Dunkaroo!
"Is there a doctor in the house!? Clear!" Like the Huxtables
Recovery? That's gon' take Stay a while—get comfortable!
Nina I'm grippin'!
Revolver! I gave it a spin so many times, the CD was skippin'
AK in the ride, AK-A in the ride
Give a w-w-wave like a high but it's sayin' goodb—!
Be a p-p-part of the saw when I wave and it fly!
That's chaos 'cause he goin', "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Stayin' alive! St-st-stayin' ali—!
10Ks on your line got it lookin' like the Crucibles!
Freestyler! Let me see you rebuttal a funeral!
You ever had gunpowder stuck in your cuticles? I bet not
After every drill, I wash my hands—I don't want nothin' to do wit'chu!
Assualt rifles! Even though I'm eager to squeeze 'em
He get beat wit' a 16 like I needed a feature
Fuck around and find your homeboy deep in a freezer
Get a cracker while he (Wally) wit' the Cleaver: Leave It to Beaver
But I let it stick in Stay like it's cheaper to keep 'er
Y'all gon' have Stay put in the air like a stewardess
Heat-seeker! Got da Stay off the radar like a fugitive
If I caught his homeboy and wrecked him on the side, you da risk (uterus)
Burn 'im! Burn 'im! Burn 'im! Burn—!
How many times? Numerous!
It became so much of a habit; I done seen Pat urn and got used to it!
Boy, I done did some stupid shit...!
Like bein' at my bro baby shower wit' a motherfuckin' gun up on me
It's hard to celebrate when you lookin' at eight but he understand that
I gotta keep a nine so a nigga don't get one up on me
Speakin' of celebrations, I wish you would run up on me
I'm baggin' Stay tonight—this gon' be a slumber party!
Black Lives Matter!

[Round 2: Pat Stay]
Ayy, Shine's friend, I see you back there—
[K-Shine] No NWX niggas here! None of that! By myself
[Pat Stay] All your homies...
[K-Shine] By myself! On the set, nigga!
[Pat Stay] You heard, I know you hear
I seen you freakin' out; you love those lines
I saw you back there, losin' your fuckin' mind
Yo, how do you not feel corny as hell actin' so fuckin' surprised
Knowin' Shine already run that shit by you a hundred times?
Seriously, fuckin' weirdos back there, ayy?
{to K-Shine} That is not your voice, young man! Cut the shit!
Shit, if I'd closed my eyes, I'da never known you were a puny lil' fuckin' bitch!
I coulda swore I was facin' a fuckin' three hundred-pound Viking
Shine ain't big, 'e small; Shine just tryna sound like it
Let's rap! Blue flame shit!
Butane lit! Liu Kang kick! Bruce Wayne slick! Too dangerous!
I loved your Twork impression, dawg—why did you change it?
You make such a good clone, you're probably Goodz' new fragrance
See, Twork got a whole Twork team of rappers that's soundin' like him
But you, K-Shine? Woo! You mastered that shit!
The way you bring your voice up like that then bring it down just like this
It makes it raise then fall like a breakin' ball—man, you got it down to the pitch!
Or maybe he copied you!
You and DNA went splits on a card
Twork gets in a crash, the car splits in half
I mean, come on, what kinda shit is that?
Come on, Twork! Give it back!
Nope... it's easy to mimic something when the shit is wack!
But guess what? You can't replicate my style like you and Twork and them
Y'all inspire all these battle rappers; I discourage them
They know I come to pick them apart and rip out their heart; it worries them
You follow suit; I custom-tailor you a perfect one
Always had my own style; that's something you can't say
Shine's just a reflection of who he's mirroring—well, this where the glass breaks!
From King of the Dot to the SMACK stage, Pat stayed the exact same!
Didn't need to reinvent myself and join no corny battle rap gang!
This guy went from here to here in a year or two
Around the time when he formed a team of, like, ten of the best writers in battle rap—that wasn't weird to you?
Halfway through his career, all a sudden, he's, like, ten times more lyrical?
You don't think he calls them to help him brainstorm and run his material?
And they be like, "Ayo, you should say this and use that
And change this and move that so it makes this."
And now he's got 'im a huge stack of name-flips and punchlines from his little NWX group chat
Gets fatigued, he can just call in a sub
{Pat makes the NWX "X" signal} That's why they do that!
Bro, I am not sure if you know: I got a lot more than just jokes
You sheep can put your heads together but you can't lock horns with the GOAT!
And I'm locked and loaded
Better put you in a box and close it
Hope you're not claustrophobic
And yo, I'm not gonna end with some sloppy slogan
So take your stupid little oo-op and fuck yourself with it, you piece of shit!
Fuckin' ugly lil' monster
Don't think 'cause I'm cool, you can't catch the beat like Silkk The Shocker!
{the crowd laughs and cheers}
I am Pat Stay!
{to the crowd} Oh, you liked that one, did ya? Appreciate the support.
{to K-Shine} Ayy, that was a good round. I like it.
[K-Shine] Thank ya.
[Pat Stay] Did a good job.
[K-Shine] Mhm.
[Pat Stay] Hope the next one's better.
[K-Shine] Mhm.
[Pat Stay] Time.

[Round 2: K-Shine]
Ayy, I knew you'd come here talkin' 'bout your size... that shit is gay
"I'm 6'7"! 200-and-somethin' pounds!" Sound like you lookin' for a date!
[?] box: that shit come in anybody shape
Look at the paradox: we was talkin' 'bout Stay and weight—now, he late
I know what you 'bout to say—you just did!
"Shine's angry every day! Restless! Even at breakfast!
Dude, life is not that serious!" Chk-chk! But death is!
A whole 'nother year of parties in the sky and you just last on the guest list
We both had mentors but yours? They was hopin' Stay clean
Mine was ridin' dirty with a box of sniffin's
They was tellin' you, "Put the rock down!"
They was teachin' me how to rock a nigga
So I can't relate; I'm antibiotic—amoxicillin!
Only got respect for one rule in recovery: watch the triggers!
Droppin' niggas! Crackers, too, if they infiltrate
Well, that's the difference between me and you: I don't discriminate!
Light a match! Add a fuel to the fire! I like to instigate
He burnin' ashes—Shaquille O'Neal! Disintegrate!
You finna play! And you be havin' niggas crackin' up! I be leavin' 'em in stitches
Have 'em sittin' wit' the man upstairs like a meetin' wit' the tenants
Demon wit' a biscuit creepin' on the victim
Pat, I done caught more niggas slippin' than female intuition!
Eight squeezin', have his face leakin'
Puttin' Stay where you at like he ain't leavin'
Goin' in the wake like he day-dreamin'
Sixteen from a Drac' if I catch Stay schemin'
Blew in the face like he ain't breathin'
Toss in the sticks like the game cheatin'
Pat down at the door like a gang meetin'
Scope! 2020! I'm 'bout to break even
Straight demon! I don't know cover; all I know is match the pressure
Only see the tool and target—BLACK+DECKER!
Clap whoever! Sawed-off wit' the muzzle on the mouth—Master Shredder!
Got 'em lookin' wet in a bodybag—I done put Pat in leather!
Sniper Gang vet! This [?] aim [?] have Stay in the hall like wifey ain't dressed
I like to aim TECs! Sometimes, a shotty ain't the move
I got about one good shot and it move confused like boom! Boom! Boo—!
Shit be pickin' up niggas I don't even know—Uber pool!
Shot 'im in the basement! [?] through the roof!
I done got an addict in the attic—I'm two-for-two!
Deuce-deuce! Nah... you might live after
Chrome Nina? Nah... he might skip [?]
.380? Nah... even though I almost slipped, I used that for the last one
Desert Eagle? Time to feed the bird... and polly wan' a cracker!
Clap ya! Savage shit! Grab the clip!
Give it everything I got! I'm passionate
Hair trigger! You 'bout to get a magic trick!
The gang went in! I ain't even let the staff assist!
I said, I'll put Pat down myself like...
{K-Shine taps his own pockets} What? I just had this shit!
Body ya! Russian A.K.! It got a stamp from Yugoslavia
But you Canadian, right? I'm tryna share this American Pie witchya
Get it? That mean it buss off a touch? Jim in the room wit' Nadia?
I used to try to make my own shank then my time was up
Then, I used somethin' my man made—Mafia!
Stab wounds on the front! Stab wounds on the side of ya!
I won't stop till I give Stay a wake like insomnia!
Gunplay! Caught him on the runway—Laguardia!
Give 'im hell! Shit shit is off the scale—[?]!
They nine deep? I'm leavin' eight dazed like it's Hannukah!
It's all facts! Not even a little cap like a yarmulke!
Black Lives Matter, nigga!

[Round 3: Pat Stay]
I need to talk to you though, huh?
But first of all, I just seen this for the first time the other night
That fight with Joe Lite?
Dawg, dawg! Funniest shit I seen in my life
Yo, you bit his breast and his thigh? My boy was lookin' for a drumstick!
You look like you bite, too, then that man Joe fuckin' slumped him!
And you can say you won the fight, Shine, but you ain't convincin' me
You don't bite a man on his nipple when you're in the lead
I'm thinkin' he had him in a headlock
That would probably work
God, that would hurt!
Bit him so hard, when I watched it, at first, I thought it was Twork!
Now, I'm not even tryna be funny
All jokes aside, Shine...
I bet you wouldn't get in so much trouble if you were my size
Wouldn't always have to prove yourself and man-up someway
Plus, let's be honest, you're not exactly a Man Crush Monday
For a boy your size and a face like that, it hurts to actually say this
But for a girl to find you attractive, you have to be dangerous
You have to be in go mode and you have to maintain it
And when you're around tall guys like me, totally emasculated
He's mackin' a lady, makin' his move
Tah! Boom! I step in the room
"What's happenin', y'all?"
Palmin' a basketball, fuck up his whole groove
And I don't need to show all my views or say all the street shit that I do
You introduce yourself with that shit 'cause you know they never like you for you
"Ew!" Always in a violent mood
If I was 5'2" with E.T. features and of deep sea creatures, I'd be, too!
"Yuck!" Always throwin' hissy fits, actin' like a little bitch
What you need to practice is discipline; you ain't listenin'!
Lemme talk to you, Shine
You need to grow the fuck up and swallow your pride
The thing that makes you small is not your size
It's the temper tantrums you throw all of the time
Look at me! I see right through you; you stand solid but you're hollow inside
And the hole's so big, that little piece of shit there can craw in and hide
See, I'm not comin' here to out-bar you; I came here to out-smart you
Even that little arm move was just a set-up to disarm you
That little poke-on-the-chest shit all played a part, too
'Cause I know, as a small dude, it was so hard not to respond to
Listen! Oh, you gonna put a hole in me so big, you can walk through?
I'll put a hole in your brain so big, you can see Twork doin' the jog move
I just know that bothers this guy
For the next three weeks, it's gonna be joggin' his mind
All you do is punch—I just bob to the side
It's probably why you swung and missed like sparrin' when it's foggy outside
But all shit aside, I'm proud of you, bro
You're doin' very well
But you'll probably throw it all away...
Gettin' arrested for threatenin' some stranger on Twitter 'cause he called you gay
Still doin' little knucklehead shit 'cause you're too stubborn to stop
You need to learn how to act—you're a legend! You're just couped up in this box!
Psych! You ain't a legend... I would never put you on that pedestal
You'll never reach a legend status; you can't reach a ledge in general
You lil' piece of shit! I hate your fuckin' hat—

Nah, let's go— let's get it man. Let's go. Time.

[Round 3: K-Shine]
I'ma keep it a hunnid— I'm just gon' come out and say it, yo
Trayvon shoulda never had that hoodie on
Like, j— deadass
{K-Shine offers a handshake to Pat Stay, which is accepted}
[Pat Stay] I don't even know what that means. I didn't— I didn't hear what he said.
[K-Shine] George Floyd...
[Pat Stay] He got me!
[K-Shine] He resisted! He shoulda never tried to get his bully on!
Breonna Taylor, a female nigga dead—you see somethin' wrong?
And the Sterling guy? Well, he probably woulda been alive if he sold some better fuckin' songs
We a pawn; judgin' by that handshake...
There's only one dude that could feel that exact way
Say his name...
[The crowd] Pat Stay
[K-Shine] Smack, you think you Big Mike? You would make Stay see the Blood
Lemme guess: this is beyond sayin' black and white like Dangerously In Love?
Nuh-uh... we're here to hear you, the real you
The shit that you say...
{whispered} When ain't a black person near you
Nah, I know, I know, I know, it's all jokes...
No pound this time? I understand
'Cause to understand, we gotta feel you, right on...
{K-Shine puts his hand on Pat Stay's shoulder and pretends to be possessed}
And I feel you
"It's Pat Stay!
I been big as a kid like sky's the limit (That was crazy)
Hi, my hitters!
Ooh! That line hit different
I know I belong in a crazy house! I admit it!
I know if I drop the N bomb, I know you guys ain't trippin'
I know you mind your business!
I know you guys dismiss it!
I know we'll blame it on comedy; I know you guys forgivin'!
I'm the only one who can say the word... nigger!
Nigger! Ha! See that? They gon' act like it's some shit you never hearda!
How you like that, Avocado? Ha! When you do it, they go and get they burners!
All I gotta do is fit in... and it's workin'!
We're both white but I'm the only one around here who gets away with murder!
Pat Stay!
Look at how your wigger lookin'!
You lookin' for the snake in the grass? I'm in the bushes
I get to cookin'; look at 'em lookin' at how I'm lookin'!
Told the jeweller, 'Don't make me a cross unless it's crooked.'"
Racist bars
I mean, did I push it?
I mean, if I get caught wit' a eight ball, boy, I'm goin' federal wit' it!
You get caught wit' a kilo, they send you to a medicine clinic!
"The levels is different
You'll kill your dude for a silver spoon just to be ahead of a nigga?
I'll take that same silver spoon and meld heroin wit' it
I'm dangerous wit' it!
I'm the GOAT! You didn't hear me? I said the GOAT!"
In the only battle rap league that put chains on niggas!
"Yeah, I smoke and cook crack but they go and book Pat
Little swagger while I'm rappin'? They gon' overlook that
Minimum to the nigga? They go and push that
Little two-step in the dance—ooh! Don't I look black?"
"Massa! Massa! Massa! You are so racist, you like to think all us blind!"
Nah, [?]! Lame! LeBron James—here's where I draw the line!
I saw your kind, borderline manipulation all the time
Oh, this is where you buckle in the round—it's morphin' time!
Another six-foot—wait!
The first six-foot wigga wit' a d—!
Hip hop! Your family!
You tied between the trees like a hammock!
"Ain't no supervisin' Pat! Any job, I can manage!"
Even the police—I know they crooked! I know it's somethin' under the blue! It's not Atlantis!
"I got a nigger payin' me to leave a nigger on the canvas!"
See how I switch to Shine "and Pat" and they both landin'?
And the performance... that was just a little skit so... don't panic!
You won't manage! You put Stay up after hours—you know he vampin'!
Spin with everything on black—you know we gamblin'!
Baby buss and move on Pat—Dirty Dancin'!
Got enough to take the bow and I owe it all to you
Your soul landin' in the air—Stay, that's the sky!
Then clip a spirit, too
Wait, that's Kawhi!
Throw your lil' tantrum! They clappin' sly!
So I ain't gotta do nothin' but stay black and die!
Black Lives Matter!