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Caustic loved this battle so much that he said it made him want to get back into the ring after his title match loss to Rone at World Domination 6.[Round 1: The Saurus]

Yo, we battled 15 years ago

And I won't pretend I don't remember it

But I'm not suppose to mention it, I swore an oath on holy testament

Besides, it's history, we know the rest of it

You didn't past the torch to me, I took that shit while you were smoking meth with it

The Bay is home I'm thankful that I made it back to San Jo'

I set the standard, this ancient asshole laid a bad example

Now Rambo's aiming at then I'm taking back the ammo

After I leave Top half open like a baby grand piano

I'ma claim this as my castle but it doesn't stop here

It's two time everything, you get double shots: cheers!

I ain't the underdog once the fog clears

It's like the last Royal Rumble: someone incredible and a bunch of Top tears

You in my cross hairs, thinking he can beat me is crazy

Fuck a battle of the ages this is B.C. A.D

Now this beating brings back the same feeling graffiti gave me

I'll leave you split, it means my pen's been on a mean streak lately

Face it, you ain't the lord of a thing, I tried to warn him

I been the lord of this ring, homie: stare into the eyes of Sauron

This is my court, I am Jordan

My performance is a dissection, call me DJ Shadow to your vital organs

Every line from Saurus is high-octane

I taught Klay and Steph to let it fly long-range

So after this, your list of favorite rappers might not change

But when I give Top five, it ain't Dylan's name!

Now I'm not saying I'm a legend and this man's not

But my legend next to his legend is a desert to a sandbox

It's Severn vs Shamrock, I'm heavy with the hands Top

Stealing on holmes (homes) call me Benny from the Sandlot

So give it everything you can, pops!

Don't talk that loud nonsense

Then step out on the field then show us all the Browns offense

Cause I'm trying to do more than knock this clown unconscious

I'm trying to create a world where my girl can walk around topless

Time

[Round 1: Topr]

You dare talk about me on some graffiti shit? That shit is dead as fuck

I'll make you famous when I tag your toe but this time when I'm spraying cans nobody's getting up

Dan gave me the shot of the century I guess

Like Oswald to Kennedy's death

Nah dawg, this is Tesla versus Edison

Sabertooth versus Weapon X

My pen game sharp as a switchblade, knife embedded in flesh to sever his neck

I'll change his bitch's life in 90 seconds or less like a pregnancy test

Get him shook, cause every line is twisted, that's an Etch-A-Sketch

I'm so far ahead of my time with it I'm high on drugs that haven't been invented yet

Let loose a rampage, I'm Soundwave when his chest ejects

Bring his camp pain (campaign), that close left make him lean far right like Megadef

But I'm not Megadef, that fascist prick

I am more like Megatron, megalodon lexicon, smash the whip

Like a Decepticon with the weapons drawn, the level I'm on

One step beyond upper echelon

I'm armed and deadly, narcolepsy...that's criminally slept on

Get gone

Little homie, I was a legend before you stepped in

With open cases for having beef over paper like your delicatessen

Plus I was banging with Lords in Santa Clara when the Tec was a weapon

Have money dancing with a nina like a Mexican wedding

What up Pete? It's Topr the card's deep

Blood in the water it's Shark Week

I'm schooling a two time champ

Apollo Creed in Rocky 3 box like a G

Throw a combo lift him off his feet

And leave him next to the curb with three rights and a left like parking on Market Street

You don't want it with me

You always rap about fist fights

Try to measure up, I'll fucking beat you within an inch of your life

Caught on tape stealing on him like a thief of the night

But I prefer disrespect in the ring like I cheat on my wife

He needs this type of L to make him trip like taking vials of acid

A full clip all in his head, now it's psychosomatic

Plus I got a blade that's sharper than the ones the ancient vikings clashed with

That'll open up The Saurus like creative writing classes

I'm lit major with a razor

It's Stanley, originator, that's Stan Lee

So I gave y'all a fantasy cameo cause on cam' he owes for the fans to see

Two tens it ain't bluffing on cash creek

Draw the Mac’s (The Maxx), Sam Keith, damn Pete

Ya might play me but it won't be fun, I'm Zangief

[Round 2: The Saurus]

He issued me a challenge to start throwing down with his fists

But when his face is a fucking mountain like this, how could I miss?

I can't believe, after all these years, that's what you really rhyme like

That was a piss-poor 32, you're a Miller High Life

You were battling before me, you were doing shows before me

Now you're over 40, making that big comeback on the road to glory

Damn, you one of the oldest friends I ever had Topr!

Yo, but I don't mean that like we're hella tight, it's more like you're my grandfather

Like when I first came up on the scene I thought he was someone who could help me learn more

So I asked him about his first tours and he told me about the first and second World Wars

I'm sure the gap between us can't get too much wider

I stay on the road cooking like a food truck driver

You went from being a true punchliner to lead singer of a metal band with the appeal of a school bus fire

But through time I've evolved

Any prize fight I lost I made up for with a hundred more highlights you saw

Muay thai fighter brawl with a right like a white line of raw

The way it's giving you that typewriter jaw

Now there's a fine line to draw between O.G. and "Oh Jesus"

You're older than our whole scene is

You've been old school since '03ish

No peace, I wish they found Harambe a hiding place

You came a long way to die today Andre The Giant face

Look I won't lie, the guy can paint but none of these fans give a fuck though

I got a cap set for your nozzle that ain't Montana or Rust O

Homie I brought so much ammo they had to cancel the gun show

I know you couldn't take a Jabber without landing a punch though

I'm cut throat, never sleep, that's insomnia

Helping my grandfather rest in peace I hadn't had the honor of

But it's obvious he can't stand the rain, so bag his body up

The hand of God will leave Top' spinning: Happy Hanukkah!

I offered you a chance, but some cats can't learn

Your brain's a piece of cheese on a string that helps the rat's wheel turn

I'm only here to see if that old Topper gas still burns

So I can send your bitch ass back to Asheville in an ash filled urn!

[Round 2: Topr]

Last time you were here you lost to Fresco...doing the gang talk!

In a skin-tight...yellow tank top

He ignored your stripes and bounced around out of pocket: that's a bank shot

Well I'm the mighty Thor in a lightning storm: welcome to Ragnarok

I'm back in the Bay building against Wade Wilson without a mask involved

The astronaut from Planet Rock blasting off

Entire catalog out of this world

I am Isaac Asimov, riding high on Adderalls

Had your girl get naked, in a way it was a casting call

Cause she gives out so many head shots I nicknamed that bitch Kalashnikov

IT'S THAT FAT BROAD!

Hey, kitten

What's your favorite position? Rape victim?

I'll hold you down like a cartridge on a Nintendo game system

I came different

Pete, do you say, "I love you" on the first date with women?

You're so soft your teardrops got little fucking mermaids in 'em

But I ain't hating pimping

I'm sure the pussy on this chick is crack

But watching your relationship thrown up online is digital ipecac

I mean I know you love cup-caking obviously since you're fat but

Even Drake sees you pop up on his feed and thinks, "Pete's kind of a bitch for that!"

Yo, this is that aerosol paint for her white-washed brain

Old-school cuts go over a kid's head, that's a high top fade

The way you rap makes me gag like I'm high on yay'

Holding these beam shots back like Cyclops' shades

And the hands stay seasoned without lime or Tequila

Yeah you spazzing, but I make him bite his tongue like a violent seizure

Face looking like some kind of creature from Sci-Fi feature

So I keep a Heckler on each side like Mystery Science Theater

With a permit to conceal and carry where ever the handle's Pearl

It never jams, but it sings like Eddie Vedder

I apply deadly pressure to survive by any measure

Cause when I draw, it'll turn your world upside down like MC Escher

With that ox though, I'm Picasso, rearrange his traits

It ain't nothing to jump him, I got more battery charges than tripple A

And since we in California I'ma get in his face

And put a buck 50 on it, then another buck 50 on it like minimum wage

I'm the king of the Bay, I don't have to let lead fly

Shank in his left eye, turn Mr. Potato Head to french fries

Either write a rhyme on the side of the blade so the next time

Some skinny faggot bars your life away you get a word in edge wise

[Round 3: The Saurus]

This is my girl and I do love her, every fucking thing you say is true

Except her favorite sex position, which is "A Thousand Feet Away From You"

Look, now y'all probably missed it, but I wrote an underlying theme

Because I see the bitch in Top'

So I put two big rounds up front to keep it official, Top'

But I got this last missile locked, pointed 'ere; Mr. Spock

And if you thought I'd keep it bottled in you got me twisted Top'

See Topr looked like a 1%er

Topr *is* a 1%er

Me? I'm the top 1% so fuck a Top gun, it's time Top got taught some respect

We can let Top' pick the topic, he'll get boxed up instead

Cause I'm only on this card to put one into Top's upper deck

Look, we can toss up a bet you ain't been served like that

Since back when there was only three venues we were all trying to earn stripes at

And I was anchoring our stars like the Burnside Flag

Homie, your shirt size tag says "Reverse Live's Dad"

But I ain't come to joke around, you know this clown's been broken down so for my home crowd

This is how a closing round is supposed to sound

For a decade there's heads that have wondered how I kept up this hunger

Like when will I finally hang it up like I won't get any younger

But if you think age is anything more or less than a number

Then you already missed the point like betting the under

Reinvented, restructure, I'm on that Rushmore

{Stumble}

Reinvent and restructure, I'm on that Rushmore hustling

If Top' wanna pop off, shit I can uncork something

I'll even let you choose the route

Either A: retire if you lose or round

Or B: We go back to Carolina to Duke it out

You shoulda knew by now to not cross me

On God my right cross is all topsy right before the autopsy

Sorry not sorry, but your buzz has fallen flat Top'

I will flat stomp you into the fresh asphalt til you're part of the black Top'

This has been a hell of a match Top'

But before I can say, "hats off", ax chop, you end up with your Apple in your lap top

Time

[Round 3: Topr]

Hey Peter

Remember that time I saw you in the city with Lush getting drunk outside that shitty club?

I hit the blunt, passed it to Plex, you pulled me aside like, "Listen blood

After that time you served me in Santa Cruz I will forever give you love

Cause you inspired me to become the best at this there ever was."

I must admit I was touched, can't make this shit up

Topr's a mastermind, the metaphor's vivid enough

It's Dr. Frankenstein with the stitches cut

I created a monster with a lot of different bodies but he never really existed before I lit him up

I respect it, he's still standing like Stonehenge, maintaining tradition

{stumbles}

But this blueprint I drew it (druid) and y'all don't put faith in my vision

I paid my dues, shouldn't have to pay again to maintain my position

Cause I'm the GOAT like Satan's depiction in most ancient religions

And if you say any different you're a goddamn liar

I can't count how many hot rounds these thoughts have inspired

It's the Bay's Johnny Blaze, y'all know, the Fresh Coast ghostwriter

My punches are off the chain when I raise Hell off the top, whooo I'm on fire

But I don't sleep on Pete, I know he looks like a sucker

But he's a thesaurus, and I was taught not to judge a book by its cover

But you've really had that pro bowler swag cooking this summer

Well stay in your lane when you roll up or you're getting hooked in the gutter

I'll smack him back to the 90's, these hands make him time travel

Cause he wasn't doing multisyllabics when him and I battled

But I was, this whole time he's been riding the buzz standing in my shadow

Rewriting history on film like Man In The High Castle

My advice, don't take a date to see the Bodied premier

Cause the sight of that face on a screen, 20 foot high is just weird

You're looking at the uncut dope that inspired your career

But the real problem's staring right back, like sniffing lines off a mirror

But real talk I love Pete, we're both titans in here

Over weight right? That's not in contention

But bitch, I am king of late night, Johnny carcinogenic

Got an appetite for destruction at the bar with my henchmen

You're just a glutton for punishment that's starved for attention

And it's hard to not mention, but it's brutal to see

Mr. Two Times Everything...including losing to me!