[Round 1: Scoop]

You see if we're talking based on experience

You're probably thinking you lucked up

Nah, you see when you took this battle

It was at that moment you knew, you fucked up

So I'm guessing it's crunch time

And today you're gonna hold so many shots

You gon' feel like a victim of gun crime

'Cause I'm a prick

The type to find out where you chill with your chick

Pull up in a Korean whip, and make sure that you witness your hun dying

'Cause I treat beef like a bouncy castle

Before you get jumped on you'll see the pump rise

So thinking you got the juice

Will only land you in a box, Sunpride

I'll put the heat to this fruit, sun-dried

And you'll know that I came and took him

When you see nothing but treys, lunch line

But to be honest, I could rob you with a fake strap, 'cause to me you're one of them dumb guys

So even if I walk in with a BB

I'm still taking the W, 'cause I got everything plus size

Now they told me to keep it rap, but just know that I keep one 40

Fam you would think it was grime

In real life I don't take disrespect

Ans nor do I have it online

So honestly cuz, if you owe me pay up

And make sure that you have it on time

'Cause real talk you'll get a box on the same day, what's that? Amazon Prime

I'm sick G

I got a clip as long as a cricket bat

So don't be surprised when I pull up, and put the Wess in D

But wait, wait, wait, wait

That's a reach, and some man say that I'm gassing

But notice that I said cricket

That's 'cause the scope gives me 20/20 vision to aim and turn this man into ashes

So go ahead flip out

Until you see man riding with a long stick like a jouster

Fam you would think I was OCD

'Cause if man like you throw a punch, you're getting wiped up like a clean counter

'Cause I'm not one to be slept on

I'm from the same place where niggas play dirty

So you can get easily crept on

So go ahead thinking you're G'ed up

But if I start letting it rain, I guarantee that you'll see slugs

It's just like grocery shopping, for making a mess I'll clean up

You would think you was repping that Crip life, 'cause out of the blue you'll seize up

Now fam I will feed you the biscuit

Just so you know that you're not nice

I mean you can try and kill me with stares

And still never get to be top flight

'Cause them bullets, they're like an electric chair

If the cap to your head don't kill you, you better realize that the shock might

So yeah you might have the bigger name

But I'm six foot with the bigger frame

And you'll get more than a bit of pain 'Cause I got the metal up front like a Zimmer frame

I got heat for the man that give me shade

So just know if clap at this fruit, he'll be pouring out juice, Minute Maid

Fam it's nothing but violence

You might as well call me Poseidon

'Cause I'm gonna make sure that you see God

And if you try and run to the feds just know that you're gonna need more than a Trident

My man take heads off like ISIS

And don't get me wrong, I'm not tryna say I'm the nicest

But since I came in the game, I've had nothing but sick joints, arthritis

So face it

'Cause I'm the type to catch you getting faded

And for the sheer fact you're a lightweight, means after the shot you'll be wasted

And that's why your boys don't bring him in

'Cause I fill 'em in like Craig David

And that's 'cause I'm one to go in

But I'm also a one to be grim

With a shot so good if I miss his apple, I'll hit the one under his chin

I treat beef like a tropical holiday

I might resort to the heat

So it's best that you watch your tongue

'Cause I do my talking with teeth

Now you, you blatantly fell off

And that's not gonna change here

I mean Bobby, damn near killed you

And showed that you weren't in the same tier

And with me, it's gonna get worse

I mean this man shoulda stayed clear

'Cause just like Charlie Murphy in Power, you're gonna die twice in the same year

Boy if I start swinging

Fam you best hope to be agile

'Cause I'll stick it on man with a box

And you'll get labeled as fragile

And that's true shit

Think WhatsApp, 'cause if you don't get the message

I'll get his brains blew in two ticks

In other words don't chat that sauce

If you're not gonna back that talk

'Cause with you I'm not gonna argue

I'll just put the four to his spine, that's what I call back and fourth

Now see if I end up losing my shit

I'mma end up using a stick

And you're gonna die like a Drake fan: upside down with a nine in your face

That's what I call views from the six

Now you said, I'mma win this when pigs fly

So I gotta do this proper

Fam if I gave you a box you'd break down

And I'm not even a shotter

Plus you don't come from the hood

And I'm gonna prove that proper

'Cause if you did you would know that pigs fly: when they're chasing you down in a chopper

See I'm not on a joking flex

If you think it's a joke then flex

Then just like stolen treasure, they're gonna find you with an open chest

'Cause to tell you the damn truth

I'm from a place where everyone bangs

So having a strap is just like a threesome: you gotta make sure that you bang too

'Cause just like a suitcase handle

I know guys that'll pull up and drag you

So don't come here spitting that fly shit

'Cause you might not like where it lands you

And if you don't wanna see hawks

It's best that you call it a truce

'Cause if not I'm letting that piece talk

So don't try to beg it

'Cause you ain't got a style that I try to credit

I mean your love in this game, is like a rhetorical question

I find the whole hype pathetic

[Round 1: Dialect]

Hands down you must be the only nigga that could beat Biggie Smalls in a titty brawl

Guy heard it was beef, came with Five Guys and I don't mean he got his clique involved

All he brought was them, frigging rolls and that, frigid flow

But despite that book from the plot you still couldn't fuck with the boss, you ain't Bridget Jones

You see if, Scoop wants fire I'll give him smoke

And I been, jumping up on my lines like a skipping rope

And he'll, soon get the program once I prove I'm a cold man, it's clear we got different strokes

It's why it's got me thinking loads

Why have they given me you to flow with?

I mean Danny said "You know it would keep the movement going

If you want a battle with Scoop then phone me

I was kinda rude when I phoned him

And I made out like I never knew you homie

But it's cool, I soon got the message when he sent me the poop emoji

Everyone talking like Scoop's the coldest

Well that may seem true but I ain't been fooled

You see Scoop, you remind me of a tinted window in my rearview

That's wide, black and easy to see through

I can't believe this daft cunt wanna try a act up and be rude

If I, stand up in his boat he could catch a hook like seafood

Slow it down I said, when you see food-

Nah I'm joking let the battle rap, resume

I'm here to drop heat and have Tom Kwei spazzing like "He actually beat Scoop!"

Silly nigga probably scribbles his writtens on greaseproof

It's why your style's oversaturated

I mean, you got nice metaphors but those setups are bland and basic

So I don't care if the fans go crazy when you rap and spray shit

'Cause your formula's just, pure filler and that sums it up like a math equation

You see there's, no longer a champ awaiting

And the fall of Don't Flop has got the fans frustrated

But you ain't the next in line, you'll be the next to die, and catch a facelift

Savage lines, I'm 'bout to, have his life before the fatness takes it

Either you can die online or from a disease that's fat-related

But better that than taking a room in a hospital from a cancer patient

You slack piece of rancid apeshit

I will smash your face in

If I swung a fist it'd, pack a hit like the crack you're taking

You see, I get no pleasure in the fact that I slump fellas

So if you catch me booking at Thompson it ain't for family and fun leisure

I got, blood ties with the hood fellas

But ain't, riding with one bredda

'Cause I got a, pump that'll lift him up higher than his blood pressure

You see I'm tired of all these dumb breddas saying I can't fuck with Scoop

'Cause all you are is another big kid with bars, Augustus Gloop

And you telling us you ain't getting groupies ain't a good look you fool

But, I ain't here tryna speculate on whether weight's a good look for you

I'm just saying I feel sorry for that bitch that has to cook your food

This guy writes more booty statuses

Than music-related shit

And to this day he still wonders why those groupies won't date with him

When it's 'cause you're too desperate

We all love the shape of a waist and a huge chest blud

But you display more dames on your page than Hugh Hefner

Trust me, the dude's desperate

Maybe you should try out Tinder fam

You never know you might kill it

Hmm, but judging from the size of your profile image

To swipe right you'd probably have to scroll for five minutes

But fuck all the jokes fam, I'm quite finished

And you know I'm known when it comes to the flows I be nice with it

Bring it and fight with me, you'll kill him in five minutes

Try get bright and you'll get lit up on sight, and I ain't Riddick

You see besides winning

I'm just tryna show he's no match for my writtens

And that's why I'm in man city kicking off like Bradley Wright-Phillips

It's a mad ting, 'cause you used to do grime innit?

It's why every one of your rounds sounds like a grime lyric

I mean they hated when I did it

You're just greater at hiding in it

If you ain't grime then you're lying, he ain't got the pride in him

You see all I hear when this guy's spitting

Is 'You might get burnt on road fam

I can see you're sweet and a cake

But it won't be the British Bake Off

When you see my Gs with a trey'

You see them styles there? Overly baked

So since I'm the killer on grime I think I'm have to show you the way

Let me show what a vet's on

Billie Jean, this square's getting stepped on

Swear I'll send him in the air like a jet don

I don't care if man's wearing a Teflon

Swear I'll run up hit a brere with a [?]

I'll cut him up there like a fresh cut

Man want war, it's the end on

Mount Rushmore, man a get his head rocked

Sooner I get top

Sooner you leapt up

I spin him in [?] like an Xbox

Really ain't got no time for the wet dons

See I'm schooling the man like Ephron

Chat about grime, that's your head gone

I'm about grime, that's the best [?]

Man a man's live, that's the [?]

When I watch Scoop get dropped like an n-bomb, end of!

You see, when did Big Narstie get this dark please?

Nice Scoop, 'cause ice cream's starchy like the blood in his arteries

Imagine what 140 bpm would do to his heartbeat

That's why he left grime, 'cause he can't breathe once he gets past three on a eight bar scheme

So take my advice though fam

Stop with the hype road chap

Why don't you open the Geico app and invest in a lipo plan

To get rid of your side roll fat?

But since you wanna talk that road life so bad

Tonight if I creep in the guy's cold flat

I'll beat him till his eyes go black

And you can tell Tyrone from Snatch he ain't getting his iPhone back!