Jin - Jin v.s. Wrekonise (Fight Club) lyrics

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Jin (Rd. 1)

If you walk off the stage now I just might spare you

As far as the Chinese jokes, I dare you

Watch what you get yourself into

Cuz anything you say can and will be used against you

I been on my grind since I got here, I ain't stop yet

He been here for like three days and ain't do one drop yet

Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do

He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you

Ya battle raps are garbage, we ain't impressed with ya rhymes

This kid's a nobody, I'm a young KRS in his prime

Yo, I could tell by your face that you nervous, so just leave

Or take some advice from Fabolous and just breathe

Check my stats, this is not a debate

I ate you in '98.. y'all, I got it on tape

And even back then he was sorta weak

So I'mma make you feel Deja Vu like Peter Gunz and Lord Tariq

Wreckonize (Rd. 1)

On the microphone, Wreckonize kills sluts

How the fuck you do a joint with Wyclef and it still sucked?

When I grip the mic I got the flooow

We in Puerto Ricooo, this guy's the hoooe

I came back just for the show

He did a joint with Hi-Tek, Kanye, and he still didn't blow

I'mma smack this frail hoe

The closest you get to tracks is when ya family laid the railroad

You're a gimmick, you used to be a ?

Now you're a fat gimmick, and Virgin just dropped

They said you was a Ruff Ryder

But you softer than a bunch of prostitute Asian muff divers

Shit, I came here to bang tenders

He's so soft, he makes Will Smith look like a gang member

Jin (Rd. 2)

Aiight, Learn Chinese didn't blow.. I ain't gonna lie

But it still had your girl tastin' cream of some young guy

You wanna talk about history, let's turn the page faster

My peeps did lay the railroad, so you still a slavemaster

What the hell is wrong with you? I know you wanna hate

So on that note, 98 percent of these folks could relate

Ayo man.. I get love in Puerto Rico, ay Dios mios

Sorta like the late, great Christopher Rios

You don't wanna mess with Jin, talk about who's spittin'

And I could tell right now that all your stuff was written

I ain't gon front, the whole week I was contemplatin' writin' some verses

But then I thought about who I was battlin', 'n I was like "it ain't worth it"

Yo.. this kid Wreckonize is garbage, I told you I'm makin' out with the cash

So since he's garbage, ayo Enuff start takin' out the trash

I'm back in effect, and yea they said I was a Virgin

But that's the label I'm signed to

So when you wanna get a deal, I'm the one you should rhyme to

Wreckonize (Rd. 2)

I knew he from Miami, that's why I didn't feel him

Plus this faggot's got ran up in more times than Paris Hilton

Shit, like I really give a fuck

Came all this way to see Jin rip it up (yeah right)

Yeah thats right, nod with me just get pushy

I didnt know they made wife beaters in a size for pussies

It's looking kinda small

Bet when he hit the bathroom he probably pissed on his balls

And you know that shit's true, lookin' at me all funny

Like you think this ain't true, go ahead......

(Boos)

Jin (Rd. 3)

You a bitch, I'm surprised you ain't rockin' panty-hose

Ayo it ain't just me neither, the whole Miami knows

Yea we from the same town, but that ain't the reason you hated

Face it, Wreck you cant stand the fact that I made it

While I was on tour plottin' the sales

He was workin' at Blockbuster stockin' the shelves

Y'all might remember him from a MTV reality show

Called.. "When Homo Rappers Attack, It's A Tragedy Yo"

The guy that he was battlin'... straight up murked him

He shoulda nutted in ya face the way they jerked him

Yea you mighta won the battle, but you lost ya pride

They gave him a Roc-A-Wear jacket then he got tossed aside

How you gon try to diss the Roc cuz they ain't offer you a deal

Knowin' damn well you pussy, and you softer than Amil

Wreckonize (Rd. 3)

Check it.. i didnt need to rock that faggot coat, that's why im not braggin

You be the crouching tiger, I'll show you the hidden draggon

Yea, protect the high stakes

I'd rather not sign to Roc a fella than fix DMX's hot plates

Of fried rice and bullshit like that

I dont give a fuck, that's why you can't rhyme like that

Yea you mighta got me slippin' this time

But I remember every time in Miami I served you for every rhyme

Shake ya head, like I give a damn

Jin's records ain't sellin' zero, rip it man......

(Boos)