[Intro: Lush One]

Fuck!

I said, nah, boo, you can wait. Lose the face. I mean, I got moves to make. I ain’t tryin’ to Ruin Your Day!

WOLF Gang shit! We back in the mothafuckin’ function. You know what it is

Shouts to my player partna Avocado

A real slugfest - two of the coast’s most esteemed competitors

On my right-hand side, you on first, Madflex. Talk that shit

[Round 1: Madflex]

OH, shit!

Ay you know what? You wanna know how hairy his back is?

This motherfucker isn’t even wearing a jacket

Ay, R-R-R-Random calls me out for a battle, let’s uh, let’s cue those crickets

He said I wanna talk some business

I said ‘who are you?’ ‘Random’, wow, you living up to that name dipshit, I dismissed it

And then he pulled a big wad of cash from a dogshit bag, so I listened

And then I took it, I said I’d give him a few rounds: that’s what this is

Fucking genie in a lamp out here and I’m the one who’s granting wishes

Here’s a Random algorithm, take your local town magician

Add a bunch of malnutrition, walk into a battle feeling normal that the crowd is missing, that’s you

And all my rounds are classic, plan to skip his

‘Cause outside of this battle he’s different

Is Flex lying? Fuck you, you smell like cigarette filters and sweat drying

Quit the act, Tinder app, I get rid of a Random bitch forever if the, pssh, left swipe him

Nope, nah I will not be stressed by him, he less violent

It’s not apparent? Walk over the kid, I’ll stepchild him

You look nervous

You know you don’t deserve this

And I’m out here demanding my dues champ

Shit look at you, like who the fuck you know in this world that respects a shortcut that doesn’t happen at boot camp? Who’s the new cat?

Ay don’t you know I got a wave to maintain, minus the durag

You lesser than fresh, I’ll put a dent in his head

Get back to trolling BOTZ battles back on Reddit instead

I won’t pretend to be friends with the fucking Mensch on the Bench

This is a art of war

Random I been knee-deep and the hooks keep repeating, it’s easy like the Commodores

Boy I’ll light his lip up and reveal the blood, he Wakanda-born

You crossed the line stealing Grafh style, you shoulda charted more

And it’s a pain but, Random-Flex gave me the leg up without a charley horse

Millennials, all this hot air causing humidity

You’ll pay for this, mostly in money, but also dignity

Now they say you can’t judge a book by its cover but the book covers a bitch, so I think differently

Like what you think you came to do

When it come to ya’ life think twice, y’all feeling déjà vu, he’ll make this shit debatable?

Like no, iPod Shuffle, it didn’t take a screening process, I’m still playing you

Better yet, iPod Shuffle, you can watch him get shook and then from there it’s just a matter of seconds ‘til Random changes tune

Yeah, stand next to Madflex, Random, that look alone is great for you

But when the next paying customer shows up, mehh just make some room

Who’s next in line?

Your phone’s home button I’m, pressed for time

The lesson I will exercise is when a random dude try to challenge you to get some shine

You whoop his fucking ass and take his cash, or better yet decline

Just have some self-respect, l’chaim

[Round 1: Random]

When last we spoke, I was in the desert dunes under a crescent moon

But, rap willing I’m back chilling with some western goons

So if, Mad villain then it’s, MF doom

Every opponent I ever had I did ‘em bad

Now they give me offers and I give ‘em back

I’m uninspired to even lift the pad

I been, getting disrespected and now I’m getting Mad

Flex what’s cool? Last time I had to check some fool

Don’t get me started now, before I gotta check one too

I was, peaceful and calm, breezing along

The, palm trees and the trees in my palm

I sleep on MC’s no, need for alarm

He’s the bomb, please, they sent me to disarm

I’ll have dog leashed on the lawn like César Millan

Y’all been reading me wrong, ‘cause all y’all act like Fresh Coast the throne

Then all y’all get 30’d by Fresco and Rone

Let’s go it’s on I, give a fuck who involved, line ‘em up to the wall

I’ll pull a Blues Brothers and just run through ‘em all

Put your, boxing coach on the ropes, claustrophobes locked in homes

This will, not be close, ‘cause his game is famous for having holes like whack-a-mole

It’s apropos, we, back and forth ‘til the rackets broke like McEnroe

You're not even a, rapper bro, you got, rhymes without rhythm

A, crime without victims, give him time without prison

‘Cause your bars are metaphors for a life you not living

Listen, you, safe with pretending and, I ain’t afraid of facing a sentence

Let alone, three rounds straight of him faking aggression

Just, ignore what this cat writes about his warrior past life

You show up to battles, and choreograph fights

Your heart and soul weak under a high amount of pressure

You the barber’s pole, peak and just, spiral down forever

You’re afraid to give it up, couldn’t make it as bum

Cup shaking in the sun singing ‘change is gonna come’

Flex my biggest fan, he go crazy when I’m back in town

Boa constrictor, you just pray for me to rap a round

You happy now? I’m burning the forest down and, you in the way

Some straight-edge rapper like it’s cool to abstain

If you don’t want smoke quit fueling the flame

And if you do, I got enough with me to ruin your day

[Round 2: Madflex]

Wow, that’s your investment, really? Could you make yourself less appealing?

I can’t decide if this whole vibe is ‘I’m packaging weapons for dealing’ or ‘I’m thoroughly practiced in sexual healing’

But eat a bag of dicks

Yeah Random call the shots ‘til he hit the deck like Battleship

The guy’s a mark, now who do you come for when the fucking fighting starts?

‘Cause about every dork I know get real efficient at the writing part

But I’ll ruin your day, I mean shit, challenge accepted

Even though I thought it was strange when they brought up your name and said I’d be jeopardy, my answer, mm, out of the question

This battle, chemistry issues like manic depression

Who wins, it’s not Random, it’s just natural selection

And he get treated like the Forrest Gump cover when it’s back to the benches

What you talking ‘bout? Fuck you jabbering for, you glass at the core, it’s fiber optics

Acquired profits versus, aspiring artist

Fucking, tries his hardest versus I fly the farthest

The fuck you do? Love Guru, man what you gon’ fly on carpets?

Hey when it comes to paper you like ‘college rules’, my rule is wide when unified I’m still the one with higher margins

Rapper slash, biohazard, sight the target

Virus scanner demand is strong

Mega Man with that cannon arm, what happened dog?

You gotta do something, ‘cause Russell branded wrong

Ay grab a mic I keep it black and white like a panda claw

You eight battles deep tryna wag the dog, I laugh it off

The garbage young artist turned marksman, yeah that’s a reach, I’m pulling out his bag I got ya’ number now if Random draw

Oh shit, no I’m just playing, Random draws

And then he texts Gully the song lyrics to Usher ‘U Don’t Have to Call’

My motherfucking passport got tramp stamps like the small of every hooker’s back

Don’t threaten me, you’re not gonna do shit, and you are good at that

It’s noble the guy’s trying, I mean he’s known more for pied piping

But they gassed him from the rear of this craft like skywriting when his aura real Tekashi 6ix9ine, this ain’t the right lighting

But ‘Random’ roughly translates to uh, miscellaneous

And you do, okay on little stages but nobody gives a fuck LaMelo scores in Lithuania

I’m highly corrosive, locked and I’m loaded

I’ll stomp out that nose then when the heel turn it feel worse than Hollywood Hogan

Who fucking with me?

Yo, your girl got junk in the trunk

Ay no I’m serious, you both live in a car with a bunch of your stuff

With a sign that says ‘for food, I stunt-double for Russ’

Enough is enough

And when he finishes his next round, someone should flush

[Round 2: Random]

Yo, you’re such a try-hard clown, don’t even time our rounds

The best thing about that verse was, mine starts now

See, your writing is a gift, from some great aunt you never see or call

It’s, real thoughtful, a lot of energy involved

But, it ends up being some extra creepy doll

And you just gotta be glad you got, anything at all

You read now what I’m saying?

Even now it’s a shame, but people doubted ya’ name

‘Cause getting too technical keeps you out of the game

You, took 20 battles before you caught the leagues’ awareness

So please just spare us, you should, be embarrassed

How they been milking this cat: Meet the Parents

Now you keep preparing but nobody ever calls

If it, hurts hearing try growing a set of balls

The, truth sear him like sodium pentothal

And, since I saw you and ya’ last opponents, Flex I wouldn’t hold ya’ breath

Instead of racking shoulder sets, you shoulda practiced choke defense

You know how you know, your best friend’s gay?

He asks you to go do MMA

Shit, aggressively combating his repression when he’s rapping

Mentally it’s taxing, down, every dark alley Flex just sees assassins

And, enemies attacking he’s like, ‘anything could happen’

He’s, even got a pair of military fatigues he wears when he sleeps

To protect him from his terrorist-themed American dreams

So, if I ain’t scared of your team it’s ‘cause, when you say stuff you just, imitate tough

When he’s finished it’s Gene Simmons, y’all kiss and make up

So how you gon’ style on me when you can’t rhyme on beat

I write my name with my finger, in dry concrete

And Flex could try ‘cept it feels like a bye week, my geek

Why speak, push a button and, try me

You, middle-aged toy collector, on-time for every appointment ever

You be, high-fiving Lloyd and Trevor shouting ‘boys forever’

So come now my guy you ain’t one ounce of fly

And any clothing lines just get, hung out to dry

For real like, who dress these dorks?

You got your fashion sense playing rec league sports wearing wet jean shorts

Yo, I’m just speaking the truth and under it’s funny

Race for the Cure, I’ll give him a run for his money

I’m, Random, never care what people expect

That’s why nobody’s beaten me yet

I don’t even need the respect of dweebs on the net

‘Cause I don’t just feed the trolls homie, I keep ‘em as pets

[Round 3: Madflex]

It’s a little upsetting, getting murdered two rounds and you barely grateful

I mean we the same bro you Random I’m, very able

This, it was a conduit, I wasn’t shocked you were underground that’s buried cable

But I figured I’d give him a shot at the crown so you now witnessing Sarajevo

You okay though, Portlandia? They give health insurance at Hot Topic?

Back to texting Gully and calls dropping

Man if I had a flip-flop for all your trips to Burning Man, as a false prophet

The shit’ll probably add up to the 20 stank-ass flip-flops that you keep inside your mom’s closet

I’ll be honest, I do admire this kinda grit

Especially from a pirate ship scientist

But here’s a science tip, you fishing for reaction I got at him now it’s time to split

Nah I insist, I shoulda refused it with this Random tool on some MacGyver shit

But this all the time permits, send him home

These people, hang on, my every word, Rosetta Stone

This feels like a bad trip but, I’m with him, when in Rome

But the second I see any authentic aggression shown I’m throwing this Random fuck out like Tourette’s Syndrome

I’m different, you looking in the eyes of oblivion

Me I’m not sure I might be looking in the eyes of a Bolivian but

Ayo, keep pushing for Mass but it’s unlikely with them skinny arms

And pricey to pull off this weight when there’s no room for mini bars

Compare the resumes, the events, the pay and say that this is not a Random hand-out, you can pick a card, any card, keep up with me

My options, move on or make a grab for dough from Indiana Jones

But I ran through a handful of Random quotes and thought it was no double feature, why would I have to show?

I’ll tell you what Random knows

Ay slow it down, I’ll tell you what, Random nose

There’s a orange flag shoved up that motherfucker if you standing close

Semantics though, my point it’s in the air, we got a javelin throw

Spear disfigured, here’s the kicker no, here’s the kicker

I’ll show up at ya’ house like ‘uh, hai’ karate but no bad cologne

Come on, come on, come on

[Round 3: Random]

I been in New Orleans, where the weather’s fine and, legends get buried by the second line

Now I guess it’s time to send him a message ‘cause, everybody’s got their strength that they’re repping and mine is to pen a progression minus the pent-up aggression

This when the, great blue whale from deep beneath emerges

‘Cause it’s a breath of fresh air if you, even see me surface

My, ceiling reaches further than steeple churches where the priest pre-rehearses for leading the evening service

With, people reading the verses and seeking a deeper purpose in teachings of Jesus’ birth and, preaching of bleeding virgins

They need to believe the words just to, be a decent person

They don’t, second-guess or question ever under the, treat of pressure that God’s up in heaven center playing debt collector

To all the men who went and nah there’s, truth only the dead remember

So you, gave me the perspective Bender the way steps from M.C. Escher’s pen forever blend together

Now Uza’s back, in rare form

And it’s fair warning get a square cornered for his Air Jordan’s

You, sound better now the less I rap

Yes I scrap, let’s try that, get your, left eye blacked before my jet flies back

Fade with a smile, I’ll Cheshire cats

Plus I got a knife blade I don’t use a lot

Still it could wind up in ya’ chest like a music box

My, dude just stop, sometimes you gotta lose to improve, and development is good

But the only L I ever took was psychedelic in the woods

Ate a dose and went insane, now I hope it never change

I’m not, gluten-free I just go against the grain

And this had a different feel now I’m battling for real

But the Scarecrow been, outstanding in the field

And you, cowardly, lying, tryna tangle paws

This, tin man talking doesn’t have a heart

I wouldn’t put the house on him in the Land of Oz, you can’t, hang with God this ain’t, Shangri-La

Can I get a witness damn, I been in the ring with a business plan like Vince McMahon since the shit began

You’re a, different man under the pseudonym and attitude

It suited him for battle views but this loser isn’t, half as cool when you view him with his mask removed

Madflex, is some superhuman actor used to boost ya’ little attributes, so excuse me if I laugh at you

But who you think you rapping to? Couldn’t, move an inch in Random’s shoes let alone this dude attempt the path I choose

Passing through ya’ latitude it isn’t, if you lose or win that matters dude but, who you give compassion to

So do the things you have to do, the truth is, I ain’t mad at you