[Round 1: Illipsis]
I said...
First off, shouts to those who been abusin' my name
And think the main stage looks gave me delusions of fame
'Cause I just put my city on with every opportunity gained
And you in Vancouver today, so, ho, get used to the reign!
Man, I been sick for a minute, and I ain't get well yet
I've been hellbent on puttin’ figures in a box like an Excel spread
They saw a virus gettin’ esteem, so they sent help west
I'll claim your vital organs, then sell your stem cells next
You gotta stop that awkward talk 'bout how the lead shells prepped
'Cause you be tip-toein’ through the hood, doin’ eggshell steps
This ya death knell, just because your threats felt stretched
And all this bitch will do is talk about the boy: you failed the Bechdel Test
But hell yes, I got a legend, I'm with it, believe me
But there's this imbalance here that's making you tricky to beat, G
'Cause 20 battles, still plenty angles
It's 150 for me, Pete!
What can I really say re Pete that...isn't a repeat?
Like, age? No
Race? No
Weight? No
Face? No
You're the greatest of all time at...being a scapegoat
So, in lieu of originality, I got genius to substitute
Battle 151, and you'll see me with the W
That's a Pokemon bar, if you can't see it in front of you
151's "Mew", and that's me with a W
I did it 'cause he hates Pokemon and schemes, so that's a scheme just to fuck with you!
Traveler getting wet up with the beam
I propose we all toast
I got Guinness in the sleeve like Obi-Wan's robes
Peter said that he's a beast? Homie, only God knows
I'mma catch him in the streets like Pokemon Go!
Bro, why the fuck you hatin’ on Pokemon
When your fuckin’ body type is "Poker Mom"?
It's just cards, your insecurities are hidin’ away
But he prefers a standard deck...'cause there, he gets a higher value assigned to his face!
Your shit is FUBAR, though
This might be too harsh, bro
Dawg, you got the complexion of a QR code
What a lurid disgrace!
Y'all really sure it's a face?
Like that’s not a urinal cake that developed personal traits?
I’m sure that it’s played, but trying to beat the man’s face
I put this head in a bag...let’s just keep it that way!
Old man, you arthritic
I spar different, you aren’t with it
But I’ll break your chest open so you can say you put your heart in it
30 seconds, he get dropped in a flash, start tippin’
Brush the square, and leave a mark on the canvas: I’m artistic
Poke his gut, carve in it, scars in it, partition
Arms twitchin’ while he lyin’ face-down: he starfishin’
A blood puddle sparked him, and he chokin’ on dark liquid
Over ego, you could die with your face in a pool like Narcissus!
You aren’t mythic
Ain’t no god in the wild...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
A thousand ways to say that you’re fucked: Kamasutra
You’d think they brought Hoffa through, ‘cause when I sock it to ya
All this snake got was his fuckin’ face rocked: you saw Medusa!
To talk his music...shit sounds like a calamity of clown calls
Icarus...son thought that shit would fly, but what’s on wax will be your downfall!
Town Hall, a nation to an arch-conqueror
He sweat profusely ‘cause his face is full of large aquifers
I’m makin’ Two-Time double-time his heart monitor
Get on the map, and put a legend in the corner: I’m a cartographer!
It’s Illipsis! VanCity Myth Killer, I’m in business
You shit-talk, I talk that shit...it’s a big difference!
[Round 1: The Saurus]
Y’all are lookin’ at a flatline...you ain’t readin’ his growth chart
Temple of Doom, droppin’ fire to the beat of his own heart
They only book me for that dope: I’m the preacher from Ozark
So you knew money was gettin’ washed when the first scene of the show starts!
Let’s talk, Illipsis
Feels like I’ve seen what the Apocalypse is
Last week, I battled Geechi Gotti
But you remind me of ‘Pac, Illipsis
But you’ve been a good kid this year, and I know that this was on your wish list
So I flew up to give my grandson these socks for Christmas!
This ain’t no Las Vegas weather, though! Van’s a cold place to be
But any battle on the West still a home game for me
So let’s give them the showcase these folks paid to see
More than their money’s worth: my code name is “Loan Agency”
Homie, that’s high interest
There’s more than a discrepancy of height with this
I’m Raphael: there’s a size difference
Blackin’ out, say, “Good night”, flip his light switches
I snap, you seein’ butterflies around your head like white bitches!
The guy wishes he could light me up!
I’m takin’ shots of Bombay: that’s a Mighty Duck
Try to digest this too fast, you might freeze up
I’m back in Van’ with cold bars: that’s an ice cream truck!
He needs luck, ‘cause I’ll snap in a second
And deck him so fast it resets him back to the factory settings
Based on his rapid progression, they put Nat vers’ a legend
But he’ll have to adapt in the second if this is Nat’s real selection!
You cracked a million views when you were just some frail 8th-grader...
And went from viral, back to nothing 28 days later!
Time!
[Round 2: Illipsis + The Saurus]
Flip time!
I said, he mentioned the Canucks
Well, Pete knows he’s in trouble
I mean, he didn’t, but…
Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have pre-wrote these rebuttals!
So you’re Mr. Two-Time Everything?
Well, Round 2, I’m pissed
That’s too many accolades for just a loud humorist
You entered freestyle tourneys, when the crowd views are writtens
And for that manipulation, man, they crowned you the Prince?
O.J. got away ‘cause they ain’t found proof that fits
Now look at dude’s rings: the legacy ain’t sound too legit
Watch the ground move and split, all around you it shifts
Frodo Body-Baggins: take your two rings and Mount Doom the shit!
I mean, Two-Time Everything?
Lord, The Saurus dumb!
You’re two times two things
A couple more, you’re scorin’ once
Snakes stay suckin’ his own dick, repeats his corny formula
So now it’s Ouroboros that The Saurus’ aura borrows from!
But the two times it plays...in a you kind of way
I’ve seen your new wifey, mate, and you, like, two times her age
She fire!
Yeah, facts!
Not for the next 12 bars, but facts!
Nah, boo the type to rock a slave costume on Comic-Con stages
Queen in disguise, like Padme watchin’ pod races
Jabba keep her on a leash
This plot is not for all ages
Your princess lay ya ‘cause she look for love in all the wrong places!
But it’s not a home or a company car Pete brings
So she’ll probably say no when he propose with a WRC ring!
(He’s got two! Don’t worry!)
Bro, she black market organ-dealing: she charge fee for brain
Thin body, musky scent: she got a Darjeeling strain
Man, the part she conveys is one of scarred knees and shame
So why split your ex box? Let’s make it cartesian plane!
Ho scooped him off the streets of Montreal, and you should rue the thot
Going gooey-soft and lookin’ newly thawed, like they approved detente
Dude lookin’-
Thinkin’ you a boss ‘cause you seduced a frog
The coup de grace is for your princess, you can cop the coup d’etat that Louis got!
Quebec just made him fatter, playin’ gangster, and it makes me sick
Tell Vladimir Poutine ain’t no such thing as a “Crepe Street Crip”
You play these chips on Facebook, with a customary start
Status: “Legendary poker grind. I hustle very hard
About to smash this tourney, then go crush it at the bar.”
Minutes later, shuffles back, like, “It wasn’t in the cards…”
You went from Cali to Vegas for gambling: great plan
You and Charron should star in a re-enactment of Rain Man!
I like that, ‘cause that means that Corey’s the slow guy!
But say, fam, what’s good with that paper chase when it goes dark?
And you sweatin’ at the slots, makin’ payments to loan sharks?
Every battle, he accept without a thought, make him take it with no spark
So now money gettin’ washed: Jason Bateman in Ozark!
Fans still riding hard because they’ve likely overwritten
Need for cash behind the bars like it was live at Folsom Prison
It must hurt to walk the line of catching bullets in your face
Or lookin’ like you used to keepin’ bulletins in place
What Pete compose is decomposed
Heat froze in full emit decay
Five feet to go, already got a foot up in his grave
And I got OCD, conditions push in different ways
I got an arbitrary system for how books should get arranged
And it’s that OCD that’s got me cookin’ him today...
‘Cause that’s what made me need to check Two Times just to put him in his place!
Pete gets a brief death, you won the coward’s lottery
So you Two-Time Everything...plus rounds you lost to me!
Quality!
[Round 2: The Saurus]
Rain Man, I gotta comment on how dope that bar is…
Mostly because you called Charron retarded!
Now we in the Northwest
Since birth, the kid’s earned stripes
You starred in the movie Kick-Ass...
Hi- Hit-Girl, right?
Last battle of the year, though, so I gotta tell the truth
I’m tryin’ to end this on a high note like an acapella group
My pitch perfect
I’m on the attack, I’m a insurgent
Your bitch askin’ me “Come again?” like she misheard it
Flip trick, she only rode halfpipe and got inverted
Said shit like Illipsis, then gave this dick lip service!
Listen, we got some shit to settle
Pick your poison: pen or pencil
Pick your tempo
Five Fingers of Death, pick the instrumentals
He can write a little, but there’s different levels of disrespectful
Round to his chest, give the kid a Special Olympics medal
You shoulda switched your schedule
You can’t match me at my penmanship
I’ll give the kid this work like he asked for an apprenticeship
Then at the end of this, he’ll still be actin’ like we’re friends and shit
But bitch, I’m only burying the hatchet if it’s evidence!
I never miss a shot, I got Special Ops training
They said I got lazy
Nah, I just had my weapon on safety
You think this little blonde lady’s interceptin’ Tom Brady!?
This a bad impressionist against a Renaissance painting!
I am not playing, Illipsis
You will never get away wit’ this
You picked the worst time to come out: you Kevin Spacey’d it
So face it, bitch!
To win, you’ll have to kill me first
I’ll give your bitch that pipe so big, she calls it “the Lil G verse”

[Round 3: Illipsis + The Saurus]
You might think it’s hate for Pete - it’s truly all banter
But dawg, are you a bald panda or an off-duty mall Santa?
Boy, you’ve been bad this year
Just goin’ through the process for a check
Code word was “naughty list”
‘Cause that means now a cold sock is all he can expect
The tartar drowns Pete
Plus your Charlie rounds weak
And now your stock is decline
That’s word to Charlie Brown’s tree
I mean, you sucked vers’ Clips - remember?
Shoulda done your writtens better
Instead of bringin’ garbage threads that you fuckin’ stitched together like an ugly Christmas sweater
Shit, whatever!
Kris Pringles hoped the bag had dropped
I’ll send Scrooge to an early grave just to advance the plot
Black Pete’s eyes on the side, it piss the Spanish off
Me, I been whippin’ kids in the street
Why send Santa Claus to Krampusnacht!?
They gas him on this platform
Got him flashin’ back to Laugh N’ Stalk
Get different for the green, I got the faces on the banner swapped
Cameras on, got the Grandmaster broadcastin’ dawg
And now I’ll smash a god in the arena like Ragnarok!
Damn, it’s been a long time comin’, but his ego crazy
Went from tweet quotes daily to sayin’ “He won’t faze me”
Claimed he wasn’t fuckin’ wit’ the kid
Watch Pete go spacy (Spacey)
I ain’t seen somethin’ Greek so flaky since phyllo pastry!
I got the cheat codes, baby
Y’all sent heart disease to spar wit’ me?
I’m armed for speed
Now Super Meat Boy ain’t even hard to beat
And pardon me, sir, but your appearance is awful
You been doin’ lines of lard and leavin’ grease in your nostrils
Fuck G Double E - he’s really leading the Ronalds
‘Cause you’re out here puttin’ the “MC” in McDonald’s!
Aight, listen, White Grimace
I’m sure it’s just the cocoa beans talkin’
Or you got a full-blown sweets problem, Cold Stone Steve Austin
That’s exactly why he may deserve the chain
But for the chain of command, it prolly ain’t in the plans
‘Cause that means makin’ that face the face of the brand
And face it, looks like someone hit your face with a brand
Tell Jonah Hex-meets-Jonah Hill they need a leader with some pull
Prokofiev: the only time you hearin’ Peter and the Wolf
You’re just a gatekeeper now, and it’s fillin’ him with wrath
Gandalf…old man fell off screamin’ and broke his bridges wit’ the staff!
‘Cause Peter Morris seen too many seasons since when he could feel importance
They set you up to lose that chain, and since, your dreams have been distorted
Now contenders are the I.C.E’s and the Tez’s, so then Peter needs to forfeit
If they already know the statement that they’re makin’ and the way they’re gonna say it
Homie, what would make you think there’s any need for a The Saurus!?
It’s fire
Confirmed fire
Cut the waterworks!
Your opportunities, you botched ‘em first
Every other battle, bobbled spurts
Clips, forgot your third
Then your whole identity adopted an ironic turn
‘Cause who’d expect to see The Saurus at a loss for words!?
Heard you got a photographic memory
Cool…I got sociopathic tendencies!
An open glass of Hennessy and total lack of empathy
The Saurus, your apotheosis was a mediocre rap celebrity
A tiny star stuck inside a slow, collapsing entropy
Wanting to be King again, and knowing that you’ll never be
Too obstinate to quit, and he’s too old to catch a second breeze
A broken, fat, pathetic piece of mopey adolescence
He’s been lowered into debts of his own overdrafted legacy!
Rest in grease
Jesus, how’d you fall so low so fast?
How’d your bravado hold you back while it was caught in rolls of fat?
Caught him lashin’ out at homies that he thought had stole his chance
A smokescreen hiding your decline in a revolving cloak of ash
Even on the bottom rung, you’re hanging on with broken hands
You’ll still be holding on to rap, ‘cause homie, all you know is THAT!

[Round 3: The Saurus]
Yo!
Now we’ve all got vices in our lives that some folks won’t let go
And that chocolate ice cream addiction’s mine ‘cause COLD STONE SAID SO!
Alright, look
My last verse of 2017…it ain’t a resolution list
Death row inmate: you gonna see what execution is
The cross will lay him flat
Don’t forget the crucifix
Every line stands on its own, I’m an evolutionist
He ain’t never threw a fist, though, ‘cause this pansy’s threatened
By that The Saurus heat
War & Peace to a Panzer engine?
Wait, that whole bit this ho bit from a battle legend
Keep it 100 - that was something that you jacked from Pesci
A bad impression
Gallagher: I’ll smash your melon
Yeah, son first went viral in his adolescence
But I’m back tearin’ you up: that’s a staph infection!
He thought that it was in remission, but the cancer’s spreadin’
Now class in session
Yeah, we had some tension
But his chick gave me a hand: that’s a happy endin’
I’ll dead Nat in a nanosecond
Arms wavin’ like a class of freshmen tryin’ to ask a question!
Tool Time! Black and deck him
Look how sad he’s gettin’
Now that the damage sets in from me using his craft in
‘Cause I ain’t come to joke around, little homie
I had a message
Your bars are worthless writtens, mine are “earn a livin’”
That’s expensive
Time