Chef Trez Vs. Loso Lyrics - Urltv

[Round 1: Chef Trez] 

I say, you sense that, Loso? The Devil beside ya 

It's a cold feelin' 

And that lil' chill you just got is the sins in your soul spillin' 

See I don't care about imaginary gun bars, they give me a dope feelin' 

Plus, if you familiar with religion, you know Christians did the most killin' 

You can't help me or talk to me, you just gon' be shook how I reply 

Stick ya hand out and you'll lose it, as well as ya life: I'm Denzel in The Book Of Eli 

Scotty was your Training Day, He Got Game, but look, bitch, it's my fuckin' turf 

Get sent to Heaven on your Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth) 

I'm highly pissed, miss me with all that godly shit 

For the fans with the pay-per-view, they chose to buy this shit 

Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on cam': this that Tekashi hit 

We in Florida, I beat yo' ass in yo' state 

The fist hurt his face, then I use the legs 

But we in Orlando, so if this knee land (Disneyland), we in the perfect place 

Nah, I got the urge to pray 

I let off a round with a .38 

Universal Studios globe, the'll revolve(r) 'round you 

Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real tiers 

Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some fire mid tiers 

So I'm not worried about facin' you and your savior 

I don't feel fear 

Plus, I already stood in front of JC once...and I'm still here! 

Aye, without me, you wouldn't be here tonight, bitch 

I brung Shine to that league that birthed and gave you life, bitch 

But when I dipped, you got hype quick and gave all praise to Christ, shit 

Nigga I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write wit' 

Who's child is this? Oh, John John's? 

Well, I'mma do you foul, lil' bitch 

Y'all wanna see me debate a Bull (debatable)? 

Well, I'd rather draw on some wilder shit 

[?] bitch, ain't no action in ya type 

You was watchin' Passion Of The Christ 

I was in fights, havin' to put passion in a right 

You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start actin' gettin' hype 

'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no classic here tonight! 

Aye look up, better hope that man controllin' your faith 

They wanna know if I'm gonna break the Al Capone curse 

I was cursed before the shirt went over my shoulders today 

Evil as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the fade 

You ain't peep the latest sponsor? 

Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the stage 

Nigga, I'll cock the shit, won't even pop the shit 

He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his shit 

Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the mission complete 

Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth with Loso: Emily B 

Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, think harder 

You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on water 

We got good [?], hella white like your religion, see it's very true 

Ain't too much difference, hell we even got Mary too 

But this situation like baseball, oh that ain't register to no one? 

Well I was locked up so off the bat I miss Strike but now that I'm home: run 

This the major league and you can't take this Chef place 

I'm not pitchin' you B.S., but all it take is 3 Of Them Thangs and you won't make it to your next plate 

This nigga got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him 

Askin' if he knew where he was goin' when he died, Smack 

He said, "Heaven" 

Baow! yeah cause I shot the Hell out him 

Ya niggas, I 12-round 'em 

Then the lead is sparkin' 

A switchblade, now y'all can go from Four to the Headless Horsemen 

Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk about the Holy Trinity 

But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't mean shit to me 

You ain't slick 

Who said that Chef won't kill him? 

See he fool y'all convincin' like he's righteous like that's gon' get it 

But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef don't feel him 

Once he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin' 

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[Round 1: Loso] 

They said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to face me 

Prolly cause this is like protocol 

You know battle rappers always come to me after having roughs encounter with JC 

I said, what up, Trez? 

They shoulda told you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring 

No weapon formed against me shall prosper, while He is the King 

I dare you, please intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the beam 

I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right that's 3 Of Them Thangs 

Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the rent due 

If you wanna bring War to (water) me keep it bottled up, that's a Flint rule 

You should've been knew, every popular name I dismantle them too nice 

See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you what an animal look like 

Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your respect? 

I went to your house and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef" 

Well let's learn from the best 

I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll never be ranked before us 

Why am I giving him a list? 

Well his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to place my order 

They tell me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase." 

I'm enlightening the crowd as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave" 

I went to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave" 

Who's really putting on for GA? Me! Think it's a game 

But you know I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend killer 

No wonder why they book this bro 

The Lord enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey 

They figured I'd master Chef once they saw me cooking Show 

I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew you never pass me with rappin' 

You showed your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me what happened 

Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a back seat for blackin' 

The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, made him step it up 

Now everybody thinking that this guy's special 

In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high level 

But we amazed, how you quick with rhymes and the boy spit 

But lately, it's TSA: we skip your lines and get bored quick 

Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal sense 

I'm talking biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef 

And you? Typical? Yes 

Every battle you let the 'matic pop 

And y'all be letting that trash fly like static shock 

No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the stock of your captain Roc 

All of New York knew what time it was once I got the call 

I made everybody from the Apple Watch 

Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal king 

You know he gonna try to scheme the store 

Like, next round he gonna fix it with a line about a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar" 

You hear this boy? "Loso all performance like Hitman, he ain't really spitting no ether." 

But why bring up Holla pen? 

Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it either 

This diva was acid reflux, gassed up cause he was frying Chess (chest) 

But I can care less if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats 

See the typical rapper right here would say something about the Iron Chef 

Or how they should've gave me Iron, Chef 

But since that ain't it chief, I'm eyeing Chef 

You get it? The word "chief" you just put an "i" in (iron) "Chef" 

Boy try your best, I ain't respecting this bum 

Outta all my real homies, you was never the one 

Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you doing good but never better than them 

They said it's begun, am I the nicest Christian? 

Well that question is dumb 

Mother Teresa got the top spot, only cause I'm second to none (Nun) 

You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back street where it's abandoned 

But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent? 

I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until your state was mine 

That's why I got charisma, punches and a flow that's cold 

I knew you was gonna lose round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul 

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[Round 2: Chef Trez] 

I say the first hurt him but the second round set him down when shots hit him 

I heard him prayin' over and over 

I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot trippin' 

He done prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot again but the shot missin' 

By the fifth prayer a cap hit his head, I make Salat with him 

I got him at gun point, two burners but don't worry both gon' spray 

First the fo' fo' wave then I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way 

Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, won't get you outta this one 

That's a silly move 

Nigga always talkin' 'bout "God got him." 

Baow, now He really do 

War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things that the 4 Horsemen symbolize 

So with them lines, how the fuck that tie into y'all Christian God? 

Oh I get it, collecting tithes from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures 

And y'all really are here to destroy, the fuckin' culture 

Ain't no respect, I mean how could I respect frauds 

You gotta collect tithes, I can't miss this collect call 

I suit up for war, you suit up cause you think the look is good 

You read the good book, my niggas gettin' booked for good 

Nigga you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's Chef 

If you understand, nod "yes" 

See bein' hard headed gon' get yo' squad stretched 

I keep that revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the irony 

As soon as I let it open you meet God next 

See how my mind in a dirty state? 

They like, "Trez, you gon' hear Loso with a .38 

And give a Christian the best PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates." 

And I say off rip I let the semi blow 

It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense that there's any smoke 

But yo Smack, you ain't even screened this nigga 

You just tryin' to give him a spot 

I had to go to war and earn mine, that's the difference in stock 

You sayin' I lost all my battles on URL and I won't get to the top 

I'm Nino on the roof, all these tiers I face but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the shot 

Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it reach a demon 

As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are swingin' 

First punch killed by the cross, Jesus treatment 

Then the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he believe in 

When I was growin' up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan." 

Then it turned into bein' a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers 

Ain't have a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front page ya 

So nigga what prayer? 

How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck Taylors 

Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, ain't nothin' even 

All that fuckin' preachin' 

You can't tell them 'bout me ain't nothin' secret 

But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up close and personal with a slug he bleedin' 

It spread everywhere, I guess I'm holy now, cause I'm covered with the blood of Jesus 

Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, liftin' double arms again 

Adam and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded shit 

David and Goliath, nah for this situation that's an awkward fit 

I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll never be able to eat wit' y'all again 

I say time again, I think like Loso don't know what time it is 

I'm an original here, the father in this shit 

No lies with this 

Oh no one can beat you but a select few? I guess I'm one of the guys that fit 

Y'all really want God bodied? Well they had to book a nigga that fit in that 5% 

They say it's a white, black and a brown Jesus 

Nigga all that let me know is y'all never really found Jesus 

Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck faith 

We known to black like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up, wait 

I'll give him 30 seconds, he better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) when guns spray 

P.S. the .4 wavin', but I gotta download for you to get the update 

I say my nigga we battled some of the same people, but this kid trippin' 

They battled me cause of respect 

They battled you for a check, that's a big difference 

It's a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and that's what you need to do 

You spend all this time tryin' to make them believe in Him 

When you need to make 'em believe in you 

[Round 2: Loso] 

Now you know neither one of us gone lose right, we both gon' win 

I mean you battled in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta 

You got a Hispanic first name, I got a Hispanic first name 

Santrez we're twins 

Aye but where we separate, I won't clown you for it, like you did JC and his dance issues 

Went online to said you wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7 

Wait, wasn't that you and Dan's issue 

Boy we had a plan witchu 

It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we were so dominant 

Both conquering, showing we can get a name without a coke sponsorship 

Couldn't believe the hype around us, even tho most doubted it 

They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a cult following 

I was so bothered when Santrez left, I said San was a beast, my man in the streets, had to watch him get 30'd over and over and just stand in defeat, it's no point for me to kill him, Understand what I mean, Sure After Wavy washed you, this is like me bringing San (Sand) to the beach 

What we talking bout, How you aim and bang, "and these cans gon get me awake if I'm sleeping on you", boy it's the same old same 

Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the lamest gang? 

I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same 

Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all your mans hatin' 

Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little shot at your gas station 

Boy this past hatin' 

Aye Smack what you after boy? A lght searcher? 

Vice Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor, Troy 

Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got placed in prison 

Well now the father ain't forgive him 

Boy you got all these questions and you just wanna make decisions 

You got all these questions for God right? 

BOW! Go have a conversation with him 

Wait wait wait 

I know Twork's over there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian." 

No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin' different? 

I told that man, "Bow, go have a conversation with him." 

Do you even make decisions? 

Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow with your plans in his hands? 

Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan 

Boy I laughed at this man 

When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and take it out Chess (chest) 

I'll put it in Chess (inches), and take it out Chess (inches)." 

Now I don't play Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez 

The hell was going through your mind when you wrote that? 

That's the type of stuff you kick fam'? 

Well that ain't it man 

What would Jesus do? 

I'ma (w)rap about it like a wristband 

You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan 

Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get them Clips Banned 

Cause it was weighin' on my goals, like Shawn in The 6th Man 

Boy! 

I will split San' talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands 

But this will slowly sink in after I make it quick San' (quicksand) 

Boy you know what it is fam' 

Let me set the table for Chef cause this plate is a course to be told 

Stop worryin' if we were spoon fed my brother 

Why are you still at a fork in the road? 

See your brand is tied to URL pushin' your craft to these folks 

You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be bragging the most 

Only in small leagues are you actually known 

But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.? 

I know! 

Lemme make this real vivid 

You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 people in attendance? 

You mean to tell me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets? 

Boy chill listen 

He hatin' on my rise to the top 

And prolly right now he feels dumb 

But it's like the 10 plagues in the Bible 

Cause at first blood was in denial (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to kill son 

I'ma real one, with charisma punches and a flow that's cold 

I told you you was gonna lose round 2 

Don't worry, you not gon' lose your soul 

[Round 3: Chef Trez] 

The fact that you think you cause any damage to me is playin' my fuckin' mind 

You really think I lost sleep takin' this battle? Are you fuckin' fried? 

I already had my biggest battle on Smack 

Nigga I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died 

Whatchu gon' say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness? 

Well let's get it clear 

I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness this year 

Now let's play Swear To God 

Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook makin' posts 

And Swear To God when I found out I called you, you wasn't on the phone actin' like a hoe 

Nigga Swear To God you ain't almost turn your back on John after every- 

You know what? I talked to God before this so it don't even matter 

I said, "You gon' jump between me and Loso smoke?" 

He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause Verb made the guardian angles duck." 

He seen the gun I had and said, "Loso got this one." 

Wait a minute, wasn't the Bible rewrote multiple times? 

And y'all thinkin' that that book true? 

Well we had attachments on sub .9's 

So shit we even changed how the texts (TECs) looked too 

But sometimes, your God be tryin' to save niggas from me 

Like, "Nah, I shouldn't pull it today." 

Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, 'bout six bullets his way 

That's one for each day it took while your God was inventin' this place 

But while He's speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay 

How He gon' control me? 

Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her place 

My little brother drown, a day later my homie got shot and killed 

A few months before big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real." 

I'm missin' events in the box with chills 

Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is real? 

I'm suppose to believe in him and give praise 'til my eyes shut? 

Nigga, the whole time he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' mine up 

You was in your room thinkin', writin' raps in your cell 

I was in my room thinkin', writin' rap in a cell 

You was on Google searchin' Bible scriptures trapped in a cell 

I was behind them bars like sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell 

Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these cats get buried 

Fake burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my brother was imaginary 

Aye but fuck it, let's get imaginary then 

Baow! Now y'all can have an imaginary friend 

You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get sent to the Lord 

I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch and some more 

Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, know you won't get the support 

He soft, if I spray the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior 

We was supposed to battle awhile ago 

You had fans thinkin' like, "How you got Chef?" 

But nothin' will ever stop God's plan, right? So there's nothin' you can do to dodge death 

Fuck it, .38 snub, tell him to try to dodge that 

You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens after the nose blow? God bless! 

They say you never lost and I never won 

Y'all suckers trippin' 

Me and him, when it come to competition there's somethin' different 

A battled the best in the world and held my own, you see the fuckin' difference? 

You battled decent niggas and it be close to an Edge 

But oh I get it, the brother Christian 

Aye didn't you win a trophy in the UK? 

Nigga god damn, you should've brung that to America 

Cause at N.O.M.E. we ain't seen much against against Scott land (Scotland) 

Aw man, and what's up witchu chasin' Twork? You don't deserve it 

Stop duckin' these other new niggas and actin' nervous 

Aye Twork, think I shook his pride, but he ain't gon' look alive 

BAOW! Knock off the top of his head now we can look inside! 

Aye, I'm in a dark place 

I'll spray and have shots hittin' ya girl 

After I gun butt ya face 

Now you dealin' with judgement day cause that's the end of your world 

That's enough, you can't hand wit' a beast 

They call it a pen, it sound like you complainin' to me 

They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his brains with the heat 

He got his head wrapped, I made the nigga change his beliefs 

You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? Nigga that is a crook 

This ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a check out a book? 

Man time 

[Round 3: Loso] 

Now to prepare for this battle, I sat back 

And begun to write 

I knew son was nice 

But I read Luke 8:17 and remembered 

Whatever happens in the dark, is bound to come to light 

Oh you better come to fight 

They said "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle" 

That's funny I don't see how 

My savior got two holes through his wrist, one in his feet 

I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them three rounds 

Boy this a beat down 

You wanna be like Christ on the Cross then act tougher 

The point is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer 

You just started getting views right? 

Then why you tryin' to brag brother? 

You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last Supper 

Here's the facts brother 

Back then, I was louder with the substance 

And 'til this day!, I was wilder with the punches 

Aye for months in, I seen that you was barkin' with ya pencil 

And San' lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to 

Wait, wait, wait 

Suspenseful? 

In round 1, I was too great when I blacked 

This it's wack, tellin' me that Trez the winner 

If that's the case, why they not messin' with ya? 

Cause ya content don't move the crowds it's extra filler 

You just a different character feeding us the same stuff like a Pez Dispenser 

Oh you the best, remember? 

Well you gotta learn the difference 

That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a livin' 

You want these worthless digits? 

Life is more than racks in a back pack handed in front your peers 

Cause when the sky crack, He might shake your hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The Year 

Let's make it clear, you don't reach for the burner, then hit each witness 

This risky, listen 

Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, well I'll never 

Get checked by a kid even if you try mister (trimester) 

1,2,1,2, I'll get his side severed, 

I should've side bet them,but why let up? 

Cause when blood don't stop you gotta apply pressure 

Boy this my era, so you gotta see me Twork 

You was on the road to success until you seen me skrrrr 

Now my team we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these jerks 

A. Ward talk to him! 

[A. Wad] 

Aye bro I would but Norbes said I gotta do a PG first 

[Loso] 

A PG? 

I just wanted you to rap on your own 

A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at NOME? 

Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are dope and displayin' this nice skill 

You take a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill 

See I might feel, like I can maybe do this 

Ice this with an easy flow if the cadence ruthless 

Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music 

Now watch the tables turn for Chef that's a Lazy Susan 

Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my words so you can rebuttal it tonight 

But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya life? 

Case and point 

When you hear bad news you grab the chrome and go 

When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the phone with bro 

See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones, and I know that's not tough 

But maybe we'd respect you more if you weren't glorifying the life that got my homeboy shot up 

You still a little kid Santrez 

You think you can go through what we go through and still be keeping the faith? 

Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a week with the Saints 

It's getting deep in this place 

With these battle rappers, and their righteous standards 

Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His answer 

Boy who the hell are you to question God? 

You should've known your mind will ruin it 

That's why I don't claim to know what God is doing, I just know the God who's doing it 

See I'm cool with if 

Y'all don't really rock with me or don't understand me for being Christian 

Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being wicked 

This is different, then that usual punch punch when you landing a couple 

I'm more concerned when you stand before God and don't get a chance to rebuttal 

That's why I came here with charisma, punches and a flow that's cold 

Boy you my mans no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul