Izzy - Battle vs. Rawdiculous
2nd Round Battle verse a cat Rawdiculous
Hip Hop Group. Some new fresh ish.
I'm Mistah Izzy, but I go by Izzy.
Lyrics
Some people love me, some love-to-hate...
Rawdiculous, is done-by-my-lungs-that-shake...
Rattle, 'n roll, battle-n-stroll into the third-round...
Word-round, here, is that Raw is a herb, clown...
And a phony, you heard the line he chose-to-bite...
Raw knows-his mic skills 'n flows ain't close-to-tight...
Me, I'm focused-right, in light, to expose-his-type...
Crew all bitches, he a modern day Dolemite..
Promote-n-hype, til Izzy's ah house-hold-name...
I ain't gay, but I'll beat a "Raw-dic", witout-no-shame...
It's-out-go-claim, the respects that belong to Raw...
Please, he rockin' more styles than clothes in a clothing-store...
Hold-it-for, a second-or-two, this untestable-jew...(Me)
Mentioned-a-few, reasons, for Raw stressin-me-too..
Lettin'-me-do, me, 'n shit-on-this-bitch...
Should be Raw-u-lous, cuz he missin-his-dick...
This kid is a trick, quick to admit...
The fact that it's-true...
No applauds for Raw, either laughin or boos.
It's-the-fact that they do, sorry Raw-dic-u-lous...
Can never be sick, even if Raw dick you lust...
My jaw-quick-as-fuck, to all that listen-up...
If it turns to fisticuffs, this boy is bitchin-up...
I always-spit-whats-up, not in my character-to-lie...
Raw stay eatin shit, guess he happy-as-a-fly...
I'm actually-the-guy, that'll have him wonder-why...
He can't defeat me, cuz my raps-are-that-nice...
Can't diss this jew, even wit the passions-of christ...
I ration-his-life, so Raw don't ever act-thug...
Probably say you pack-gats, but you know you pack-fudge...
Plus I'm bad-ass-man, wit raps-that-plan...
To blast Raw off the earth worse than NASA-can...
Have-that-and, I'm only a hunnet 'n fifty pound hound...
But stay wit more bars than any city's down-town...
Wit a surround-sound, wakin' up the dead 'n the living...
Shoulda kept my flow secret with everything Raw has bitten...
