[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

Power to the people, we back to do maintenance

Yeah, yeah, we gon' rock like crack when it came in

You know, this work hard as the Latin invasion

For black entertainers

Hollow! Glad you could make it… it’s just sad he won’t make it

At these tapings, they don’t even show the show dancers

Turn pro trans to respect to the session bein' close-camera'd

Look at this, another future know-it-all with no answers

Past catches up to him present day — look, nana!

We got another kid with a gift just found out that there’s no Santa

Afraid they never calculate the mistake they about to make

Any time you get gassed up to get traffic

Well, it’s obvious you gon' break, nigga

I’m talkin' to a dead man at his wake

This is a interview with a vampire, you don’t know that high stakes

Will take his life out of place, I eradicate, then create

But the gun makers the mind that combine that we brung tanks

I don’t know what they must think

I’m out of verses or the hearse is out of trunk space

But you a petty drug case, cupcake

This ain't front like you front weight

I hate niggas who pump fake

And you've been givin' shots, you gon' play drunk date

Blind and find that there’s some states that's unsafe

They have holes in defenses to jump the gate

What could you do?

I'd have thought your retorts or your rebuttals through

Data for this match-up you probably was runnin' to

It just, it just ain't the same backup when it’s in front of you

(Forget it, I got a tonload for him!)

You know what I come and do, you know who they came to see

You books you're a showman

It’s not as much about my opponent as the look I’ma go with

Soldiers, for the glory, who do we put in our moments?

Well, it’s a fight in the ring

I can’t picture the Don king, but he good for promotion

I wanna put it in motion, put it in motion

I like aggravation on faces attracted to bein' famous

This is an art, I give you a start in imagination

Then I pick you apart like a talent agent

Clarification: my character basin' was the fall of Calicoe's greatness

"But Lux, you was wrong for puttin' the pictures up!"

Shit, he was wrong for takin' it

I take it you see my last flick, classic

Yours? Wasn't too dazzlin'

You waved, then got wiped out, brother

Surfin' just never looked worse with you in the castin'

I was all in the entertainin' center

This nigga mama name must be Brenda with this trash shit

You look like a nigga in front of the deli that keep askin'

They gave it to you the first two times — oh, this a habit?

We know your story, we seen the views

A million and one times, it’s the same action

Hollow, you keep givin' us old shit

But what else we expect to get out the addict?

You baggage, lot of trouble in the vein

I heard you and Drake was tight

Turns out you’re munchin' off the name

Pictures of y'all at dinner, he showed the public that he came

Well, he put it in his albums too

He said: "Thank me later, take care," then nothin' was the same!

I expose you niggas in rap collisions

Loyalty Over Money? That’s suspicious

Wasn't it just NYB to the death? Last edition

Oh, the numbers just keep disappearin': this Math magician

Has befriended everything about New York

The Texas slang, the drinkin' lean

The swangin' on a mutherfuckin' train

Yeah, the fastest way is the A, it’s a level in which I usually train

You in the grave 'cause the payin'

And removin' the stain through the exchange

I square off for every root in your frame

Why else would a king be pawn shoppin'? This for human remains

New York versus New York

Oh baby, this home cookin' lookin' like grandma's

I keep tellin' you Hollow fans

To stop thinkin' a Hiro ain't just a sandwich

You gotta talk to 'em like they daddy’s little girls

What you want with this nigga that keep goin' back to jail?

Did that time behind enemy lines make the family proud?

Did […] pal your man ain't got it

You hand-washin' a niggas hand-me-downs?

Another top tier nigga tearin' on the top tier

When they tearin' your bottom out like nana gown

But you lightnin' with the jab, but the footage can’t be found

You stole who, cupcake?

You ain't gonna take nothin' but your panties down

You no different from a maid dryin' the laundry

And this guy locked and confined

I mean, you was just hangin' out in the yard

Now your spot's on the line, nigga

Alright, hold on, I’ll mourn him

Yeah, 12 told me get on that track and exploit him

I was runnin' around the battle scene, lookin' for freezer storage

Yeah, I called you out, keep ignorin'

That’s why you ain't even see this comin'

Actin' like you ain't see me callin', nigga

Are you a left winger or a set banger?

Excuse me, don’t confuse me, your new gear dirty, nigga

You couldn't clean up round a pack of Mexican painters

Your closet for Kanye would be a death chamber

You wouldn't know fly shit in a jet hangar

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]

I feel you on your Black Panther shit

The power is engaged, but you a diva nigga

Made them wait to take an hour to hit the stage

I said damn, takin' all that time you done hurt these fans

I guess it took a while to put on that Hell's Angels jacket

And them Eddie Murphy pants

Since he wants to take so long

Fuck it, I’ma do his original introduction

First Smack back— wait! We on UW 'cause I stabbed Smack's back

Loaded Lux, you know what’s up when we rollin' up

Yeah, we know what’s up, you coked up

Aces click, fastest way to Harlem is the A train, slick

Well, it’s actually the FDR

But you wouldn’t know, 'cause you don’t have a car

But he does have a hearse

Against Calicoe you set the scene

You brought props and everything from that picture

You scored 'cause you got the pic when Smack set the screen

I mean, just to see a Lux battle

You gotta see women in violet gowns

Choir sounds, tire mounts, tightropin' and lion growls

It’s a whole buncha “you gon get this work” and quiet downs

It’s a circus act just to see this clown go through a fire round

Was all that rented stuff?

You still got the hearse? You kept the tux?

Oooh, great investment, Lux!

Your death is up, neck get cut, stretch his guts, chest get—

Hold up, hold up, I can’t do this, he a Black Panther

I gotta be positive with Lux, I’ma battle the same

Nah, fuck Lux, I’m only concerned with the first half of his name: Loaded 5th, let’s get it in; over offensive lines

My niggas got they face masks at your residence

I got the goons waitin' on the outside like a defensive end

And I call them my special team

'Cause while y'all kickin' it I send 'em in

I'll send this nigga to Hell

Bring him back to life, send his ass to Hell again

Or like you repentin' sins, I have him heaven-sent

Them your choices, you can try Hell, or let they sky tell

It's two ways I can send him messages

Let’s say he pick message two, and dude, you right there?

Grab the pipe, blast it twice, tragic sight

Lux dies… I’ll fuckin', I’ll fuckin'… grab a knife, slash and slice

My own wrists just to battle him in the afterlife

I’ll be like, "Yeah, who the best nigga here? I wanna battle Christ."

Tell Stack he nice, and give DJ Screw a half a pint

I’ll bring the footage back down to Earth

So y'all fans can see him severed

And they watchin' like, "Damn! That was a match made in Heaven!"

I’ll come to a shrine, guzzlin' wine, jugglin' mines

I’m so far ahead and above with my time

I can rebuttal your rhyme before you come up with the line

I said, let me introduce you to this cat you facin'

A mixture of Larry Davis and Pappy Mason

A nigga who will battle half the nation, with scars and lacerations

That’s why the line outside longer than the African vaccination

Now my next style's like a reptile from The X-Files

Have your legs bound, then found in the west now

Kick your crib down, my niggas play Peyton with his kid now

They toss him to me, I catch him and slam him: Shawn Kemp style!

I hate you, Lux! I hate you, Lux!

I hope your true love grow up to be a fruit cup

Or a nigga that’s screwed up, shoot his whole school up

Peep how I’m puttin' the scheme

C'mon, my nigga… LOOK AT ME, KING!!!

You see that large picture? Somethin' that I got, King

Loaded Lux, Loaded what? Loaded Lux, Loaded what?

Loaded Lux — how you got the name Loaded Lux?

Not 4's you clutch, unloaded and loadin' up

It was UPS, loading trucks

You better be super loadin' them up

'Cause if Loaded overloaded he wouldn't be loaded enough

I mean, I was good with Goodz, I surfed with Surf

And now I’m loaded for Loaded

I hold it for Loaded, I load it for Loaded, I open and close it

Loaded Lux, let’s talk about chokin', Lux

They said Lux choked, I said: "Lux choked, oh yes!"

They said the second and third was crazy

I was like, "Damn! I thought you meant he choked to death!"

But let the fans tell it, some of 'em say he’s perfect

He choked on purpose

He can craft rhymes out the air and he don’t rehearse it

He can disable a bomb and he won’t get nervous — he’s perfect!

He can bury a meteor and it won’t resurface — he’s perfect!

But legends don’t choke on purpose

I mean, picture John Elway on his last drive

Within the goal line in his 4th in 5

The blitz come, he scrambles and get in around it

Sees the wide receiver open, then intentionally grounds it

Legends don’t choke: picture Jordan game 6, 4th quarter

And him passin' it to Ron Harper… legends don’t choke

My nigga, what was the obstacle there?

You couldn’t find nothin' to rhyme with hospital bed?

I mean, not pop with the lead

Shot in the head, drop 'til you dead

You like to talk about Calicoe's pops and the feds

Even that rhymes with hospital bed

Why you didn’t just freestyle off the top—

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]

Just when we thought Hollows had points to their rounds

You're brickin' with your shot

You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me

I do this whole movie production bit

The signs, the divines, the pickets and the props

And this is what you got?

Oh, you in grave danger, I know you can dig it

Shit, we’ll pick out the box

I mean, look, I could care less if you audition or not

I wrote this story for you, I gotta stick you in the plot

But you gon' love it, the script is hot

I tell your mother: look, lady

I know crack was rough out there in the 80's

But don’t be depressed about your best

I mean, these young heffers out here still droppin' they babies

But you raised them with an agenda

And revelations is scripture; just goin' to take a few more of your funerals breakin' until they remember

All that static on the set

That’s the same wire hangin' for the antenna

And why it always take a black mother bangin' on the box

For you niggas to get the picture?

As far as the past, leave it to Lux

Harlem been on the map, but I’m back leadin' the rush

You from a borough where LL was the battle MC to crush

As if Nasty wasn’t enough

Could you be the one Run DMC let they last Adidas to run up if the ave needed a crutch? You a sad scene in the clutch

RuPaul couldn't drag Queens this much

I see them on Jamaica Ave

I’m movin' like a coroner with this body of work without the tag

He bop and pass, shoppin' bags — what’s up, son?

I’m like, "This new shit if you got the cash."

Now, see you, baby boy, I lie to y'all not

It was the same scene in Baby Boy

Where Jody asked P: "Are you a buyer or a seller?"

He didn’t even have the rest of the money

For the bail bondsman to buy you out the cellar

That should tell ya: you buy, we sell

Whose hands the weakest dealt?

In the end you got the bags, but I got the cash

Don’t cheat yourself, treat yourself, the streets is swell

You know that when you signed and you CD shelved

You need the help, I go from the trunk like a Keebler elf

Ask your man Grime about me

I know your hustle, your origin; that’s partly why I believe your partnership got your partner shipped

You came down when he went up, it’s not bargainin'

It’s like sponsorin', free trade been the game

Since First 48 Hours got marketin'

Targetin' crews that who lack honor and staff arguments

Is L.O.M. in the trap partyin' or in the rap partisan?

Y'all shoulda been had an audience

On noggin with all Barney friends

I mean, all you niggas sing, you might look like monsters on screen, but you’re Backyardigans

Why the point man always tryna get it on the arm?

Food stamps come, you gotta babysit the card

You don’t even help out with that rent up in the Bronx

That’s you L.O.M. niggas: Living Off of Moms

You smoked yourself out of the last house that you was sleep

It’s such a disaster what that cannabis do

When your whole pad out in the street

It’s sad watchin' this

If you doin' this you’re down to whatever your last option is

You kids match snack opposite with rap operatives

The man butter, his whole band rubber, snap out of it

Ars, what you got to give? I need 40, shorty

You can’t negotiate the big brother with black hostages

This don’t make good sense

Why your voice be climbin' like you’re whinin'?

Changin' pitch like the Yankees bench, ain't this a bitch?

Came to vent at the main event

Next time you rap about my age

You tell them who the most talked about battle rapper of this age

The guy that do the autopsies on the stage

I get to breakin' down a rapper

I bet you ain't have a book since Spades

But I’m readin' you, nigga, right before I’m takin' out the chapters

You actors ain't seen a star brighter

Car lighters don’t go in like this hard fighter

Punch for punch I ain't never shown a weak hand, but I off writers

You wish it was more like us, both of our names public

But mines is the main hoverin'

All that means is you got bars too, just not the hang of it

You ain't discovered

When I give a nigga this work it ain't Ma$e returnin'

Your fate determine no Queens block will be safe to turn in

Bourbon make you virgin, I’m focused you with the surgeon

My next EP MD: check the sermon

You gon get this work 'til you fired, in a furnace

Calicoe got a casket for free; you gonna earn it, nigga

You with the Madison Square Gardener

I rakes up the scratch and then leaves

Dear father, tell baby Duress she ain't safe on the street of Tonkas

Hollow the Primadonna, you're brakes on a beat-up Honda

Greezy partners, stretchin' pies, spendin' dough

Nigga, you got a job at a pizza parlor

Even smarter they say you was AAU, jump it and dunk it

[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]

Nigga, I was raised in AQ, nigga, that’s Queens

You said my band rubber

Damn, brother, what does that mean?

So you call niggas "rubber"? Oh, that nigga rubber

That nigga soft — see, I don’t get this shit

Niggas be actin' like Lux on some different shit

But all he do is take some simple shit

Like a door and make it intricate

They’re opposed to who’s opposin' us

Do you want it closed or shut?

The life of sanctuary is close enough

And when it’s your turn, things will open up

I seen more counter tops than a flower pot

An hour clock on the tower watch — and the crowd will rock

Like, "Woo! I don’t know, it just sounded hot."

Because you don’t understand him it don’t mean that he nice

For example, he said it’s about 50cc of Vicodin in his writing pen

But Vicodin’s a pill and CCs liquid… what are you writin' then?

Because you don’t understand him, it don’t mean that he’s nice

I mean, my bars give you that "mmm, I just shitted" face

His bars give you that "hmm, I think I get it" face

I mean, you wanna know why Lux is so deep?

He tell his boys, "I can’t comfortably sleep

I don’t want to be stuck in fatigue

I need supplements meek, like my digestive system functioning least," and they’re like "Huh?!"

He’s like: “I’m tryin' to get somethin' to eat!”

'Cause you don’t understand him it don’t mean that he’s nice

You know the reason why I don’t respect your flow?

'Cause last battle you had the swag of that muslim

That was in the cypher with X and Hov

I mean, can’t you see that he’s fake?

He came dressed like T. D. Jakes

'Cause he can’t sell any of his CD's and tapes

But when he battle raps, people zone out, sit and stare

In a mist of air as he paints that picture clear

And takes you to that place… that isn’t there

I mean, wanna be like Lux? Here’s some options

Use smart words like synopsis

Analyze an object or dance around the topic

I mean, I made up stuff before

And I apologize and I’m makin' amends

And I promise y'all, I will never put an intercom in a generator again!

But if he was to do that, they would make it make sense

It’s Lux! You don’t get what he’s sayin', dummy?

He’s talkin' about the battle

He enter calm so he can generate some money

Lux got bars — see, but I don’t get this shit

'Cause nigga like that act like Lux be on some different shit

But all you do is take some simple shit and make it intricate

And the ones that’s diggin' it

Look at him like, “You can’t be serious!”

To the ones that ain't feelin' it

Act like they silliness and belligerent

But when they go home and break down these bars I’m mentionin'

For followin' you, they the fuckin' idiots!

Example: what you gonna do? Put it all in my catcher's mitt?

I mean, is this baseball? Are we playin' catch and shit?

Oh, I guess it went way over our heads and we ain't catch the shit

Wait, y'all ain't catch this shit

I said he act like we playin' baseball

And it went way over our heads and we ain't catch the shit

Well, if he is makin' sense and shit

Only problem I got left with him

Is slow down your sentences, don’t forget and remember it

And add a round off your penmanship

Wait! I can’t say this to Lux!

The god, the legend, the veteran ain't nobody better than

Oh, you might need some notes to take home

I wrote some, I’m gonna give you a letter then

Dear Lux, we fuck with your energy

But the way you cram your bars

For some fans it’s frustratin' mentally

Slow down, it ain't all about the punchin' your memory

I mean, we like the way you structure your similes

But sometimes you run through them literally

We fuck with your energy, but we question abilities

Oh, what I’m tryin' to tell you, P.S. don’t rush your delivery

Against Miles he was the champ

We couldn’t shoo him, he was in his prime

But now that we don’t get his rhymes

We just keep kick side of him when he finish lines

Right before he begin his line

Loaded! It’s like I swallowed a laxative on accident

I got them shittin' in they pants again

Oh crap, it’s him, Loaded! Forty thousands not enough to get a kilo, just a sniff, not for traffickin'

Couple thousand left over, I guess I get me a casket then

After that it’s back to the ave again

Layin' down blankets with the Africans

Oh, y'all didn’t know? He said I stay at Mom's house

But prior to Summer Madness 2

He was homeless, so he had to do what he had to do

Niggas that been on Fortune or Jamaica Ave, y'all know this true

Y'all done had him sell some things to you

You don't want the Lionz Den CD? Cool

We got Jeezy and Weezy too

It’s usually five, Beloved, but three for you

Hold up, don’t stop my sale, Beloved

It’s usually five, Beloved, but three for you

Alright, alright, times is hard, bring me two

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]

I hope you brought that pain medicine with you

'Cause you gon' need it

How sweet breathin' can be screened

Door breezes when romanced

Well, the Romans when they beat on Jesus is in yo' hands

But nothin' I write can hit you harder than life

Especially one weak for demons

But you say you straight in the state of the saints

We gon' see if it’s new or leanin'

Promethazine, codeine, morphine, it doesn’t motivate

The exposure makes you doze, not awake, these are opiates

The doses traits of the properties

Of the poppy seed that the dopers take

Make no mistake about this: if you ever been around someone on heroin, they’re a dependant

They go from bingin' to druggin' just to function that engine

The whole body readjust and you just can’t end it

They attack the habit, but the cause of withdrawals is still pendin'

So are you sober, nigga?

'Cause you said you stopped drinkin' lean in October

Well, that isn't a surprise, Hollow

You picked the month wherein the end every individual lies

I mean, you can dress it up how you picture it in your mind

But 'til Hollow wean off it he gon' always be a nigga in disguise

How fly is the Moon Man that went to the bottom?

Ever since you first spaced out in Houston he had a problem

We listen and bear witness

"You already snoo dat"—in your system, nigga!

"Hollow the dininininin— my prediction?

That repetition in your diction due to addiction

From sippin', your mind slippin'

It's like your life written, scripted, but seem cryptic

You driftin' off in the mist of the mission until it's missin'

Oh, the sorrow? I came to clean young blood out: sorrel

This ain't even a quarrel, nigga

This like Quarry versus Ali when the right follow

Your sights boggle, your time borrowed

Your life shoulda been swallowed

Hollow's Apollo, the light model who fights Drago

You might wallow into depression

Dresser full of empty Sprite bottles

I’ll never forget that night

When I seen you on 174th Street and Vice

It was at Gunz video shoot

You had that cup in your hand, and you was nice

And I asked to battle you

And out of all the avenues we coulda been on, it was Vice

Wow! The brain disease you can’t seem to knock out

And ironically I thought I never blocked out

That was God with me when you said follow me

Into that pharmacy — you get the picture?

The good farmer sees what need to be cropped out

You a bad weed, and this a travesty; and this one casualty

Is gonna be for every one of your multiple personalities

Are you the Don Dotti? The D-D-D-Don Duttar Man?

The Dininini— nigga, it's all dimmin'

But let me ask you this: did you mean Don Lennon or Don Lemon?

After the CNN journalist who don't even enjoy women

But boys in 'em, speed stickin' by Mennen Bennett

I think like him as a brother who's in a public figure

I figure in it to restore ignorance

I hate you lost niggas, y'all off-switches

They don’t put us on to the system, I assist 'em

I tell him where it is and where this gets him

How the game rigged, your name makes you look big

But you a victim, that’s why they pimp him

I just see what you don’t see, Hollow, I’m statin' the facts

I made you the most money you ever been gave for a match

But don’t even thank me for that

I just wanna know why, when every leader rise

They use his own kind to put the stake in his back

What they paid you at Smack, nigga?

They probably paid you in smack

'Cause you can’t even see fast your last drank of that batch

But you paint me as wack?

You make the fans see me as greedy, as if I broke some treaty because I don’t let 'em treat me like a 'don'

Who's in the position to influence

For the student, but educatin' him wrong

Baby, you a star, they love you the way you are

But I love you enough to not leave you the way you are

You make it hard for people that say what they mean

And mean what they say 'cause that what they mean

How they gon' follow a junkie? Be a fan, not a fiend!

And you, be a nigga from Queens, not a queen!

Man up, 'cause stand-up niggas don’t lean!

This is revolution

Not some shit you put on a song to sound cute with

A wise man once told me, "Son, you want respect, huh?

Well, you make money, not excuses."

I'm through with work

I'm up here givin' Hollow the business model

I’m showin' the battle rapper today how to get it tomorrow

You welfare, nigga, free healthcare

You give it to him, but don’t show him how you got it

How you gon' teach business with free shit?

Where’s the knowledge? But why should we expect a nigga named Hollow to give us anything solid?

I’m polished, a freedom leader

But we will leave us and weak achievers [?]

I’m a contracted speaker, an avid reader

I stand on these lines, not for athletes sneakers neither

FBI been trappin' keepers of light since trapper-keepers

You might've thought Hoover was just a vacuum cleaner

Yeah, all right, master thinker

These Don Lemons be twistin' up y'all agenda

That’s why I wore this image, so you don’t forget to remember

Why the members of the Panthers tried

Why Bobby Hutton and the Fred Hampton died

They can’t deny, the answers lie

Right there in history, stamped in time

You, you're the cancer that propaganda designed

It’s sad, 'cause some minds you can’t remind

It’s bad, you blind to the rubbish due to the druggin'

They sat you down, gave you time to think

Prison-confined bunked him

'Cause you won’t take more money from rap

But you’ll stand on the block with a pack, you disgustin'

Who they trustin'?

I got to be the guy you wasn't for the youngin

To show him somethin', 'cause if you look up to a Hollow

You just gon' grow up and do nothin'

You should be banned from a booth, nigga

Unless you’re surrounded by a firin' squad commanded to shoot

I got plans for the youth, you tryin' to lean on me?

This is principal Clark battlin' Sams on the roof

Jump, nigga! Kill yourself!

All night I been givin' you mad questions

But they can’t mix problems with bad guesses

Hollow, you ain't loaded enough for the rap legend

You up here talkin' all this Big Daddy Kane shit

And you half-steppin', nigga, my walk's clearer

It’s like I’m thought-sharin'

On the frequencies that the dog hearin'

I’m more darin' than McFadden runnin' back with the ball bearin' the wheel, and you're caught starin'

I should split your shit like divorced parents, nigga

You know what? Forget the money, forget that money

Shit, I should make Peter pay me in pall-bearers

Show one a dollar, some'll bottlin' a dream

You don’t understand that when you reproduce

Everything you are is the product that you breed

God forbid a condom was a leak, and you fatherin' a seed

Jay Z, if you’re listenin' and you’re followin' the tweets

You probably didn’t speak to Obama before the speech

But I swear, he might not pass one gun control law

But I’m tryna get every last one of these Hollows up off the street, man

I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus

Don’t you niggas ever throw rocks at the sun, you can’t reach it

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]

You talk about me sippin' lean

But in your "K.I.L.L.A.S." video, Fat Trel and them Sprite was all pink

I mean, you a low cokehead

I admit what I do to them, I don’t gotta lie to y'all, G

He probably was on the set on the low, tryna dog lean

You look like you low-key addicted to Tylenol 3's

My nigga, you talk about me sippin' and bein' in jail

The shit is depressin', you're just provin' me right

I can’t get this work, I got a criminal record

I do the crime, I do the time, I sit like a man

While I’m in there, L.O.M. shirts ship to Japan

ITunes, digitals, scans

So don’t think singles, think Pringles

How I still stack chips in the can

He talkin' about Lean On Me

Well, I know you heard what happened in the face-off

So I’m glad I could do a movie reference once we face off

I mean, he was there for the fight

He pulled me to the side like an Israelite

He said: “Brother, I wasn’t feelin' that fight

See, Hollow, you livin' the life they portray in stereotypes

Now there’s gon' be some people that try to prove that you weak

You remember Menace II Society?

O-Dog, he like to pull shit in beef," I said I do remember…

And we don’t wanna hear that bullshit, Sharif!

Stop tryin' to teach us shit

He that old head that come on the block

Niggas be like, "Man, go ahead with that preachin' shit!"

We don’t wanna hear what Jesus did

Tell Al Sharpton eat a dick!

Beg my pardon, but I’m in the hood starvin' with no leadership

And you want me to listen?

Nigga, we don’t even know if you follow religious tradition

Are you Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Baptist, or Buddhism?

I don’t know, is you pickin'?

First time I knew dude was sniffin'

Is when I caught him uptown false preachin' in some True Religions

So let’s take him to church

Reverend, we understand you want somethin' to eat

But 40k? You wantin' a feast!

What you wantin' ain't cheap

You got them payin' a hundred a piece

Summer Madness 3, you know why we ain't do it?

He wanted a big pay-per-view percentage off of it

He wanted everyone to put a portion into the Porsche you in

It's porcelain; he want 40k guaranteed

And a percentage before they recoup the cost of it?

Damn, reverend! You damn near wanted all of it

Another nigga that get his bread and whine

But couldn’t clear his ties with the 10% Smack was offerin'

Let’s take him to church

I need y'all to open y'all iPhone's to Loaded Lux vers' Mook

Duration 7:28, verse two, and I quote

Reverend said he’s "all about his Benjamin’s"

Well, will them synonyms

Get you in the synagogue before you sin again?

'Cause reverend, you ain't L.O.M

I mean, I could picture you on an infomercial

Three in the mornin', speakin' wild soft

Like, "You wanna get your demons right off?"

I got somethin' that was made for the robe of the Messiah

You see this brown cloth?

At the bottom of the screen you can talk to Jesus now, call

And sign your check to reverend Lux and Peter Popoff

And it be some dumb niggas that buy it

Fooled by the biblical words you know

But you know the role: when it come to them dead presidents, the preacher man be the first to go

Alright, let me get up out this church, don’t look at me sideways

Even a usher get knocked out his shoes for gettin' in my way

Lord, forgive me, let us pray

We are gathered here today

'Cause UW got Lux’ greedy-ass that 40k

On Earth as it is in Heaven, thou want to see him slain

It was written I’m the chosen one, that's why Hollow be thy name

Greedy-ass pastor, please!

I mean, you did everything after me

106 after me, Dash Living after me, URL after me

Now this nigga after me?!

I believe Lux will clap for the bucks, 'cause he ass to me

Now they askin' me, does he have to be an axe to me

To ask to me to actually be a half of me?

Wordplay like that beautiful

Wait, let me get back, I’m schoolin' you

Tutor you, shit you out, manure you, can you, tuna you

Underwater scuba you around water Bermuda

You couldn’t beat me if it was two of you

Wait, I’ll beat you and you, you and you, you and you

Let’s talk factually. Facts! Facts!

Kid Capri said you was greedy and wouldn’t give him cash

Or no, Sub Zero said you was greedy

And wouldn’t give him cash. Facts!

You held Conceited footage and made him reuse them lines

Facts! Where’s that 1000$ you owe Tech-9?

I mean, what happened to Lion’s Den?

They’re known for holdin' footage and cut-throatin'

Lyin' to battlers, "It’ll be on HBO!" what he just told 'em

This for every footage held and every buck stolen

I’ll give him a round, and if you lyin' then

You’ll never get up, Loaded

I said, last year we seen three legends choke, it was pitiful

First Canibus, then Lux, we like, "Shit is lookin' miserable."

I know I said three legends choked and only mentioned two

But the third one is what Rae Swag did to Mook

Harlem nigga, tell Mook move

He a corn, Mötley how my crew move

I'll put the heavy metal to Lux, air a Smith at you two

Wait… heavy metal deluxe, Aerosmith, U2

I said, this is the coldest fact yet

Nigga, you don’t have custody of your son

'Cause you don’t file taxes

So in court when they ask occupation you had to put none

I’m pretty sure your baby moms on welfare, you got one

This is 09/08, around the time when you were a bum

So you'd rather panhandle CD's on the street than get a 9-5?

Were you too good to fly through them friendly skies?

Oh, I know why! 'Cause niggas from the job'll be like

"That’s Loaded Lux from Smack!

I though he was flossin' on the grind

He’s workin' here? That nigga must be starvin' for a dime

But if you was a real man

For your lil man you’d put that talkin' to the side

But I guess your son ain't more important than your pride!

You should've got that work, nigga!

Now his son is inhalin' second-hand smoke

While playin' with his Tonka trucks, with the cartoons on high

'Cause he don’t wanna hear his moms get fucked

You should've got that work there, nigga!

How you know Calicoe's pops ain't try to fly through them friendly skies and got denied every time?

So he supposed to be like you

Waitin' weeks for 40k from a league? Nah

Blackface linked up with BMF and made 40k on the street

Whether right or wrong, who are you to judge that man’s fate?

What, you felt his vibe? You looked him in the eyes?

You felt his hand shake? What you thought?

He got life and they locked him up in a bad cave?

He’s a lost nigga? Well, I found him, now say it to Black's face!

Can you relate? Have you ever sat in that cell with them hunger pangs 'cause you got transferred to another jail

And it took a couple days 'til your money came?

You ever seen a blade open a face?

Sittin' in court, not knowin' your fate?

You get a letter that your man got killed

And you can’t go to the wake? I ain't think so

So think about that before you judge a life that you never lived

'Cause it’s easy to develop a large picture

When you're focused on the negatives

I’m at his true love's school, I’m lookin' for his bae bae

Even his biggest dickriders go

"Put that chopper down!" I may, Day

But everybody in that school still get screwed

Once I chop chop with that AK

'Cause over drama it don’t matter who kid that K slay

You had enough? 'Cause that chopper will clean him out

Boom! Leave him standin' where he stay

I could've got the 4-9 and spray, but I’m fantastic with the K

I said, my nigga, you ain't got a street bone in your body

But when it comes to streets — Head ICE, they fuck with him

'Cause when you was passin' out bibles, he was out there bubblin'

When you was spreadin' the word, he was out there hustlin'

That’s why the streets say, "That nigga ICE, he hot!"

I know it burns when I rub it in

I said, quit with all that Gandhi stuff!

Tellin' us "You're headed for your self-destruction"

Will only get your posse cut

Click over, everybody get bodied, yup

This nigga get a 9, this nigga a couple times

I’m tellin' you, your clique over, you ain't hear me on the other line?

I said, Loaded Lux? You ain't got enough

'Cause I come around loaded

For the diesel I’m in your pad touchin' your keys

In one click I have you down, Loaded

I said, Loaded Lux, and when he was homeless

His baby mom fault, she left him

With 50 bucks in Harlem, had Lux homeless

And other times he’s in the X with ten just roamin'

They said: "Is he broke?"

I said: "Fuck broke, he ain't got a buck, he broken!"

And they said, "I’ll be damned, I thought Lux was loaded."

I said, I seen him outside freezin', stuck and froze

It’s ironic 'cause I’m the one that’s fuckin' cold

But this is stuff he knows (stuffy nose)