Smack/ url presents loaded lux vs calicoe
|4 years ago||'04 #401|
$18,199 | 124
i think we have a different definition of what bars is
|4 years ago||'08 #405|
$31,952 | 5928
He coulda spit the same sh*t he spit without all the extra sh*t and it would've came off perfect still. Calico held his own then he took the cheese Lux left out for him...and Cal responded exactly like Lux planned it.
|4 years ago||'06 #406|
$11,087 | 401
An out of town cat had no chance against lux with the circumstances... Lux was an animal in the 3rd round though.....being able to use the big screen wasn't a good look though... sh*t did look like a set up... let alone the BS with all the funeral props.... Cal was weak in the 3rd for the most part...
TBH lux is lucky it was CAL and not Hollow... Hollow would of capitalized on that choke and mixed in some witty frees/ pre-meds..... this has to go down, since hollow is free
|4 years ago||'05 #407|
$11,125 | 2440
Cal tried to free something in the beginning of the 2nd, but it was forced and made him look like a big kid.
|4 years ago||'04 #408|
$18,131 | 1816
|4 years ago||'04 #409|
$11,148 | 180
Not to mention that p!ss poor attempt at a rebuttal when Lux choked, and that bullsh*t Procter sh*t
Let's really be honest, Cal had NO business in the ring with Lux.
Iron, Con's, Mook and Hollow where the n*ggas who he wanted to battle, but didn't happen
How you choke and still come back like Lux did?
Cal k!lled Math, but let's be honest, everybody has been serving Math the last few years.
Also, That "Big Gerald" sh*t was cool, but Lux took it to the NEXT LEVEL....
On some Jigga " You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song" sh*t
One more thing, for those saying Cal Won, can you name ONE HOT LINE?
Nobody is even quoting this n*ggas sh*t....
Last edited by mt fuji; 09-12-2012 at 05:57 AM..
|4 years ago||'09 #414|
$5,086 | 3692
It's gon be alot of head rolls
Breath hold til the death toll, you know
You Detroit n*ggas came to get divided
But yall gon always come together at funerals
You've even now decided
But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in?
Well, it's a sign in;
Look at all these portraits of my corpses
I'm just waitin on you n*ggas sizes
I can have the pain in your pit paned into a (twit?) frame
Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 (8x10) it, or Royce to 5'9 (5x9) it
Though Hip Hop, don't need any more D's n*ggas dyin behind it
You keep tryin, but all you n*ggas is good for is deep fryin
They told your daddy, in him, a great gene was hidin
Well he should've kept it in his jeans
Your life would've had a better f!ght on a bedsheet dryin
Rather than tryin to beat the mind as deep as a mine in Africa diggin passages
Halfway into China to reap a diamond, lemme be honest
When they break down - every round- that I've sketched, bouts
There's nothin tougher than smooth as the rusty tools in a shed house
You n*ggas came here playin, it's cool, but yall gon leave givin head counts
They didn't even book you n*ggas rooms, I told em Harlem Hospital givin beds out
|4 years ago||'09 #415|
$5,086 | 3692
You was reachin baby
You was climbin and be implyin, my sneakers slidin
like I'm slippin
Well, let me get a grip then...
Round this n*gga motherfu*kin neck
I'ma put that pressure on it all night, and keep applyin
You people buyin we equal sided
This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match
That's what happen when Smack, he don't screen the clients
All this work you put in, n*gga
You get the same simple a.ssignment
and every time you line these n*ggas up, I got to do realignments
and Beasley, you lyin;
These kids paid for a bout on the big stage
and you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion
Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided
a rap league of tyrants and a child bein defiant
Oh, I'm in battle mode
This sh*t preferably, as your prior professor the precise compilated correct methods of Math (hoffa), n*gga
This is how you k!ll-k-k-kill, Calicoe
Talent show, this is God's call
Youngin you've gotta learn how this works; job corp
It's hardball with an oddball
When the shots you throw through do car door like it's cardboard
I feel like im at your mom's door wit a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur
My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on armed shores
but you can sense it, n*gga, the tension thicker than German guard dogs
My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar
It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet
oh I'm humbled
You know I've learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek
You're a hobby at peak, I'm like the league doctor's doctrine
You're adopted, incompetent, weak
I'm about to pull every compliment out of confident weak
I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat
"Yo this fu*k n*gga Lux, n*gga not in my league, he got to be seen"
Well what you mean, n*gga, optical reach?
I'm too much of an optimum leap
Ever since Hoffa (Math) you think you can swap with elites
What you n*ggas got to compete, not to retreat
Get beat til you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat
They don't know who they with
Yall didn't think it exists, I think yall thought maybe I was a myth
That waited in the abyss and came up outta the mists
But I get to aimin and I don't miss, I'm bout to put it all in your catcher's mitt
Dyin in this ring is a sure thing, and you're the definite (def-in-it)
Wait a minute; can you see the difference, between metaphors and real raps
How a n*gga with metaphors can really rap?
Your slogan? That sh*t a propped up scheme for the skill you lack
Now I get it, why you did it, personal sh*t, why you diggin
But if you find any skeletons in my closet, n*gga...
Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it
They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis
Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic
You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen
With the pump plastic, in front Math (Hoffa) just,
Talkin all crazy at events, some madness (Summer Madness)
Bout.. how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress
All that fake a.ss gun clappin... LANDSLIDE...
That's for caskets;
You know I k!ll, you can read, everything in my BIO-Hazard
Hold on; HOW YALL DISRESPECT GOD?
How did yall disrespect God?
Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?
Let me bring that back, cuz I need yall to grasp it
Aint it EVIL to LIVE backwards?
I'm just askin, what you thought?
What cuz you had more battles than me, you dropped 30 in a couple of games..
n*gga, I wasn't even on the court
Look, it aint about how many f!ghts you had, it's who you fought
This what champions look like, and we don't look like
You look light;
I'm Floyd (Mayweather) by you boys battle verses
You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; n*gga, you just talk a good f!ght
I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words
I said, word? They have some nerve, he don't have the nerve
You see, deep in they hearts, the 3 from the ARC wouldn't get snapped with Larry Bird
Chill young, this your lil man's f!ght, you can't cover that
Besides, Miles couldn't even do a block with me, I'd be lyin about another lap
The trouble' back, I'ma get you right when the traffic thick
I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away
You n*ggas had all this tounge, and can't rap a lick
Let X Factor trip,
I won't even drag the script,
We'll just lock that n*gga in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips
Terraneo, you don't know who's terrain you on
The conditions we done trained along
Traditions I was raised upon
This new sh*t here' for chumps, that's why I'm up here just doin what I want
I used to battle on the roof; the loser had to jump
It happens, pardon me, it happens
But you know, he got dreams, of that Learjet
But he gon' lean, like Aliyah' jet
We could bet-
I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case n*ggas with you doubt I'd do you awful
oh, but it's gon cost you
You can tell Trick Trick the only address he'll have left is the email, he put the house on you
but three things;
you, X-Factor, Miles... y'all better learn to like the gym
'fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win the right to live
Secondly, I would've thought Heartless would've made you care who you put your life against
First of all, the only thing you gon' ever have over me is your height
but then I'll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins your night can end
I've been k!llin, since they paid shillins, these dealins I got a license in
To say I see the sights of men;
That's like pretendin the d!cks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick
There's bout, 50cc's of Vicodin in my writin pen
You'll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem
In fame vote, me in or not
I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote
What you brought for me... a bunch of motherfu*kin train jokes?
This sh*t no laughin matter;
When in the end, our cake mixed, and you aint even half the batter
How you gon get the PITCH... we don't even have a batter
You's a waste of my motherfu*kin time, n*gga
and you're cuttin into your mother's fu*kin time, n*gga
|4 years ago||'09 #416|
$5,086 | 3692
Let's get to choppin his fable
You're a fake new Tupac and we're fatal
But you're a gay who's really a softy Starbucks coffee's mocha sends bagels
I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable
Man sh*t, but since we couldn't get your pops at the table
If your able, please tell em that hand that rules the world
That's the on that's finna rock your cradle, n*gga
If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I'm guessin now, subconsciously, possibly you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around
You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child;
I'm bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the weddin gown
All I'm sayin is yall married, yo
The scenario, same def (definition) and style
But why are your expressions foul
I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down... low,
like "yo, like, that was wild"
but that's funny, cuz I'm a little skepti-Cal
Had my peoples' investigate you pal
Instagram for you Calicoe fans who have yet to browse
July 17th, 8:40PM, you posted up
Aw n*gga, you know what'sup.. we kept the file
You've got some explainin to do
Can we address the crowd?
EXIBIT A: (pic of man a.ss on screen)
So that's how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild?
Well we aint judgin though, you aint on trial
My beloved T-Rex says "grown man bars, is somethin you gotta deal with"
So all of that collaborated, fabricated... it aint gon equal up to this real sh*t
Check it out, I want y'all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, her lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you
I know that cuz you got that much hate for I
Don't want you to hang your eye, not for a second lil n*gga
Catch it... brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, n*gga
Now, I don't wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the nights she didn't write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
I might do one better
With a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind
How strong a queen she is
and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
Now see, I take in mind your situation
and though I never met your father, I see alot of his ways in your stride
I mean, you got that "talk it like I walk it" kind of attitude
and it's real good he gave you pride
Every son should be proud of his father,
and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine
That's why when I look up at you
I see what he can go through when a father don't take the time
You know what I think is fu*ked up?
I think it's real fu*ked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what's even more fu*ked up?
It's for all them years that he got away from you,
has only been a way for you
to be more together with him in a cage in five (yeah)
That's why I'm angry, guy
Cuz he didn't take the steps, now you chase his rep
but them runnin shoes aint your size
They say don't whine over spilled milk;
but what's a man supposed to do when his baby cryin
Oh he say sh*t like, "you know, it costs to be the boss"
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that n*gga to cool to go to flight school
and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies, but nah
He told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y'all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y'all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
and that Big Meech backup singin a.ss n*gga left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?
That don't plague your mind?
Them mistakes ain't gods?
and you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in new york doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, n*gga
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that's gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs
Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive
but youngin', I'm tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, "my pops was a- real n*gga"
Youngin that aint no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we aint made to survive
but you think he a god;
Well, lemme ask you this,
Would you k!ll the world to save yourself n*gga?
Yeah I do't think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y'all thuggin, drinkin and druggin'
Hard liquor, y'all full of k!llers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn't no gangsta
He was just another lost n*gga
You think it's gangsta, to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
Shoo' her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?
or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin' he need order?
Is your money being long, worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
but I'm just tryna give you the large picture
Ya pops wasn't no gangsta, he was just another lost n*gga
Gangsta's brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God's army, or them Garveyites;
Nat Turner; when the man had us on the back burner
Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of...
but then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, n*gga
I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed
You know a wise man told me that a wise man understand that in this life
You either gon' build or destroy
and since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it's no wonder you talk all that young sh*t
You a little boy; that don't get the large picture
Your pops wasn't no gangsta, he was just another lost n*gga
Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost; (he gon get this work, he gon get this work,
You can never fu*k with me, ever in your life;
look at you, you're emotional)
He was so lost; you lost, n*gga... Fox 2, CNN
You're supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lyin, y'all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and sh*t
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture;
"These Detroit n*ggas still... c*ckf!ghtin"
|4 years ago||'04 #418|
$9,234 | 657
Finally took the time to look at this.
I give calicoe rounds 1 and 2, although round 2 was a LOT closer.
That third round tho? Lux invalidated anything Calicoe did or said.
Off the third round alone, Lux k!lled Calicoe for the entire battle.