Cortez vs Pass

[Round 1: Pass]
I grew up on New York rappers, y'all started it was godly
G Rap, Jay-Z, Mook, Cam', Party Arty and Mobb Deep
Now y'all sorry and it's sloppy
Case in point, the two biggest rappers from New York is Cardi and Tekashi
Ain't no more watchin'
That bitch flipped upside down, I'm floor moppin'
Everybody bitter in the Apple and the core (Cor') rotten
Cory what's the story, you gotta third round we gotta speak about?
You got some dirt on a nigga?
Well fuck that, let's lower the casket y'all can watch me throw dirt on a nigga
Oh you gettin' top tier money, that's kinda nice
Don't lemme find the price
My nigga gotta nickel in his pocket that'll buy ya life
I'm on like shit, north Oakland, 456
At the Knicks game, sittin' court side bitch wit Cort' side bitch
Nah, lemme flip that, switch it for the war vibe
I'm from Oakland, more specifically the 45
But like these Spike Lee's seats you might trip over what's stickin' outta court (Cor') side
Chopper in ya grill, show ya teeth da K (decay) he need fluoride Cor' died, married to the game, the bitch a corpse bride
Don't talk, niggas got popped for less
You get murdered on Myrtle Ave, I'm on ya block you're next
I'm knockin' at ya top doorstep
I''m like a ese in LA, everyday I'll rock Cortez
You can die from one punch, I'm the leader of the cult
This nigga think he got the juice, till I beat em to a pulp
Piece on his neck, it ain't two fingers reachin for the pulse
Most ya battles locked up, we peepin the result
This ain't the safe combo that's why they keep you in the vault, nigga
Shout out to my nigga Apes/A.P., that's my playa patna
He said, "Nigga we from Oakland, you better go out there and spray the chopper."
My heart conditioned to take a lotta, pain I gotta
Give blood pressure, so I came from the Bay to (Beta) block ya (blocker)
Take ya patnas, line all them bitches up, you the maid of honor
You needa suit made of armor, my blade is sharper
Take it, started from behind, then it come back around now you afraid of karma
This a brawl stopper
Two sicks in the air, this music to my ear this a long opera
This a long shot but I go from the side, it's gone be a surprise, and a jaw dropper
I'm on top of the game, who you came wit'? his onslaught fa' ya whole squad papa
I'm dolo & I'll whoop all y'all patnas, I'll Ong Bok ya
I clown bitches, you gon die playin' around wit; this
Last two words you gon hear...is "Town Bizness"

[Round 1: Cortez]

[Round 2: Pass]
So you wanna real talk a nigga in yo third round? Boy shut up
Man you reachin for the clouds
This ain't even how you act outside of rap, so why you preachin' for the crowd?
Well guess what, I ain't gon' wait til my third round, bitch, we can speak about it now
I know you feel a way about your rankin', it's a deep seeded pain
He keep screamin' "top tier money", but all we see is change
Nigga this shit don't matter, even he see it's lame
It don't count on court, all ya battles is preseason games
We see through lies, this a professor, tryna lecture a pre-school mind
Man we forget ya career happened, that shit breeze smooth by You got that “Oh ya I remember Cortez, he's cool” vibe
That's why you be overreactin' to your own mediocre bars, boy you lookin' insecure
Quit jumpin' and gettin' loud, that's what the crowd and yo' niggas for
You been lookin' outta shape, I been lookin' fit for war
Them pound hit ya center, fuck a sit up you try and pull up we'll rip ya Core
Ya energy flat
In two years you went from skinny to fat
Oh you forgot? Well you gon' remember me, facts
We'll crack ya head and jog ya brain at least ya memory lapse (laps)
Now all you do is complain, just bitch and whine
You gon' protest, then keep them sticks up like a picket sign
It be hella immigrants at ya crib, tell 'em "Get in line." -
Them peoples run in ya projects shootin' all the aliens like it's District 9
Hold up, got a lil' issue with King Of The Dot, lemme give it shine
I love y'all, Organik, Bishop, Gully: how the fuck I'm not goin for the chain? Y'all trippin' slime
Chilla Jones vs ICE? Really? That's how y'all did it, fine
Now this ain't KOTD or URL this real Oakland nigga time
I'm the only one that could crush ICE, slush like, lemon lime
I already killed Chilla, if he get the chain, that shit is mine
I don't need no practice, shit is just strange
I'ma veto that lick, shit I'm just sayin
Who win, I repo that shit, give it up, BANG
Then I Debo that bitch, nigga what chain?
But Cor' I knew you went for the chain too
You lost the chain two times, for real, twice
One time against ICE, another time in real life
And both times I heard was on camera, I know you felt like a bitch nigga
Now every time he hear a gun bar he gets Trigga'd
From north Oakland to Shady Eighties, I'm cookin' next
When you say niggas is lookin' "shakey baby", you mean they look a mess or shoulda prepped
I'm sayin' you lookin' shakey baby, I mean this little boy shook to death
Town Bizness

[Round 2: Cortez]

[Round 3: Pass]
You don't gotta real identity nigga, you play timid
No real culture behind you, but you gotta great pivot
I seen you say you Mexican, Spanish, Puerto Rican- nigga which one is it? They all way different
This whole Latin act is just a fake gimmick
To me you like its like a European sayin' you Puerto Rican just so you can say "nigga" and get away wit' it
I been disgusted, this shit is gettin' interrupted
My pen adjusted to write a definitive dissertation on real shit, cause real niggas love it
You just started dancin' while you rap, cause the bitches love it
I got philosophies, science mixed up in the middle of it
But this Mexican from Math class, i mean this essay (ese) on a different subject
Oh you think you nice cause you did the salsa?
You hit the bachata and did the cha cha- bitch you ca ca
You gotta real voice in the Latin community, you get it papa? That shit is nada
I ain't hear nothin from you when Trump was tryna get rid of Daca, you an imposta'
I'm a fuckin' legend, this like a blessin' comin from Reverend Run just one'll send you up to Heaven
If you ever headline any event, that shit will be unattended
Oh you Spanish, well where you done descended from? Now everyone offended
Real Latinos lookin' at you you like a joke, this ain't what Pun intended
I don't fuckin get it nigga
Like how you gonna clown somebody like B. Dot for bein' positive? That's a clown vibe
So what could possibly be the downside?
Maybe it's the same reason you ain't never seen us no real authentic brown pride
And I know you got a problem with black folks I done seen the bigger picture
You battled A. Ward you said "Well you ignorant so that makes you the definition of a nigga."
Nigga what?
Where Math at!? This ya boy!?
Dawg you don't thank it's weird?
Math don't wanna sit you down like 'Tez explain this shit. Make it clear. What exactly is you sayin' here?"
To me that shit don't really even out
Is it some I'm leavin out?
Math you gotta look at him like, "It's some shit we gotta speak about."
Bitch I dare you to do the 'Macarena'
Oh you not gonna do the 'Macarena'?
Why you actin' diva?
You just mad I had a bad Latina
She say she don't fuck wit' you cause you sold out, like a packed arena
This Mexican beef ain't wrapped I'm comin back to pack fajitas (for heaters)
He asked about his abuelita, "What happened?" Well I haven't seen her
While you at it, clap, now you can holla at Selena
I said I clown bitches
First round I told you play around wit' this
And the last two words you ever gon' hear is "Town Bizness"

[Round 3: Cortez]