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Kid Chaos Vs Sheed Happens Meaning
| [[Round 1: Sheed Happens] “You had one job Ayo Sheed. You really pissed me off That rehearsing shit was not planned” Man Damn Hustle Why would you insist we spar? Aww I had the fans in my palm Wishing me luck on my all my endeavors And then the tabloids read Bold said, “Hustle and Sheed are sparing together.” All I seen where Tweets that were mean The YouTube/Caffeine comments, no better You know I even read a nigga wished I was dead I saw that on a “fuck you” thread like Conor McGregor That ain’t common from hecklers If I said it ain’t bothеr Sheed I’d be a goddamn liar I got some advice from two vеts that y’all respect that’s higher Did I learn anything? No! Cause deep down I’m thinkin’, “My rounds cool. But I bet his rounds fire.” I told him, “Let’s go ‘head and practice outside. And run these rounds right by ya!” Fire! Headshot; Mariah Then I ditched the Cannon Got Chaos all in the head, now he’s schizophrenic It cause instant damage Look I know you’ve got a pen but outta the bottle a Klonopin I don’t know what your plans are But after you take two of these You’re going to have to manager your madness like Anwar Or is it “Onwar”? Fuck it, I grab the gun at the arm bar And put the small arm in the arm part of the Dodge Dart Skirt off in an armed car Your location? How did you know that like Nardwuar? The dot, the scope It resemble a symbol of Wal-Mart Leg across the face, and pull, it’s an armbar Gettin’ blood off the floor and his door is the hard part All spark Get Chaos all over Swamp, like Lord Farquaad Question Have you ever seen a dual mag? That bitch wouldn’t clip on It point both ways, I had to tell ’em, “Put that shit on.” The block I’ve been on We from South Carolina Aight, I’m down there where y’all live With a big ass AR Swear to God, don’t believe me? I put that on my kids Slide, with somethin’ in the chamber Autotrader I’ll flip the whip, and really spray the can Then lose the arm, like AngryFan Damn Smack, why y’all even pay this man? Y’all thinkin’ he authentic I’m thinkin’ he too long-winded I’m ’bout to knock off the knock off B. Dot but this guy ain’t augmented I even off children That’s usually a boundary I wouldn’t cross But tonight, Kid ain’t off limits They put you next to, Mr. Disrespectful, cause you had the wrong image URL couldn’t even understand ya bars They had to put that Ars’ in it You be sayin’ way too much to get to the punch We be like, “He rhymin’ still? Setup long as hell Samuel Look Kid, we ain’t got the Time To Kill Always talkin’ through people’s rounds But a child can’t hide his emotions, that’s how they feel We see right through Chaos defense, it’s a riot shield I’m surprised you don’t get any pushback, you can’t keep gettin’ by for real Keep callin’ yourself a God Look, he get that shit from all you veterans I would’ve knocked out a tooth Leave the boy a mute We could’ve did this in a Volume setting You are not the God Of War Kid, a tre is (Atreus) all you gettin’ Won’t argue wit’ him Don’t wanna hear nothin’ when this coward talk We step wit’ switches, it’s a power walk I was at Sam’s Club, gettin’ bullets, buy mines in bulk That’s when I found my boy Ironic he was with Swamp Lackin’ with no equipment and I’m in the aisle by the sports Shots fired, customer services parent there, filing reports Paging Kid, over the intercom, “Miss. How did you lose your child in the store?” Shots fired Aye ya Kid ever throw a temper tantrum? “Miss. Get ya Kid off the floor!” .4! Silencer, I beat nobody hear my rounds no more Time Come get ya muthafuckin’ Trophies! , [Round 1: Kid Chaos] Wassup Arizona? The Kid back on Traffic yes Just got rid of a Verb that think he can foresee And now I’m tryna see what…Happens next Boy I’ll slash ya flesh, they gone have to Patch ya Adams Apples next And as it stretch, to save trophies he gone need a head coach, that’s the Nets But to even the score, in the clutch, wit’ every passing sec’ To stop that bleeding, like good defense, they gone have to press But we in Phoenix, so I’ll just come back in step Point, forward, and crowd a (Crowder) nigga wit’ something his basket catch Oh Suns the favorite? Ehhhh! That buzz’ll be the (buzzer beater) reason that daggers wet Aight nah Chaos, you know you doin’ that shit that Sheed gone say can stall out rooms Well I can talk ’bout you You are way, too, animated to act like you ain’t drawn out too But we gone get to that, cause I got some shit to ask Why did you release ya dirt in public and tell the world that you rehearsed wit’ Hustle? You blew it Before they even got to airin’ (air in) the rounds and decided to burst the bubble Now I heard you Muslim, so I sayin’ go to church or nothin’ But it’s not the fact you rapped your (rapture) verses It’s the Revelation that got you in a world of trouble And I can’t get with it You the type to give out information that shoulda never been mentioned Your name is Sheed Happens Do you know what your initials spell? SH! Nigga, shut the fuck up!! The culture lookin’ less authentic And you helpin’ make it that way Cause you was cookin’ and made something rare, look prepared and made a mistake (’em a steak) The entrance hard to find, it’s a curtain Well why you pull yours back with your actin’ that fake in ya play?But that bar make perfect sense He already got them thinking this shit is staged anyway Boy I ain’t wit’ the games And that’s what you think this shit is And it’s very clear and what make it sound soft more (sophmore), is that you barely in your second-year Weapon near For every weird, jester desperate to be an accepted peer But this bitch got a silencer on it I got some rhymes you’ll never hear Like this, a .38, and you don’t wanna get hit with that pound nigga And these? Full metal jacket sound like fashion but it’s not nigga And these? .223’s When it go off it sound like a loud piston Nigga I ain’t ramblin’ I’m just going over my rounds witcha! You a clown nigga! And this ain’t cap or nothin’ I’ll send you to Allah before you can pack ya luggage And if he ask why I got you delivered, I’ll say it’s cause he had it coming You’ll get packaged up with, a rare tool, that dumb loud But I’ll spare you, the gun sounds But this gone be like rolling down ya window after car sex I’ll air you, the fuck out! That’s one round And regardless of whatever y’all want happens to be It won’t matter a thing If y’all surveillance it ain’t the same point of view of Happens to me Time , [Round 2: Sheed Happens] In junior high I had a serious, serious problem with my teacher Mrs. McDonald It had started when she had laughed at Me puttin’ school lunch in my backpack Yes, I actually kept my food It’s stressed, I was tryin’ to make a meal stretch my dude Tired of my mother sayin’, “Don’t ask for nothin’ when we go out.” “But ain’t food in the house!” This time I actually prepped my tool Robbed my teacher blind, soon as I left my school Ride how, “Hey ma. Can we stop at Micky D’s?” “You got McDonald’s money?” “Weeeeeell… (YES I DO!!) I suggest y’all move Deuce deuce the small cannon, this pussy food I’ll peel back ya lid, bullets the size of Hey Arnold Think that’s a lil’ cap, ’til I split ya wig Slid wit’ Sig’ Aye, I hate to keep bringin’ up McDonalds But y’all remember when the baby mama was mad at dude ONE MEAL (MIL’) FOR KID! This a day at SkyZone It is so lit for Kid I’m gripped up I brought pistols, like four witchu, O-Solo, got more nigga A straight bullet at bodega, got caught wit’ him A bullet ricochet, I heard, “Tink” then more tishin’ (mortician) The doc said, “No more visits. Just lord visits.” His X-ray for your vision Two shots, one got Kid in the helmet, that’s autism The other, stuck in Kid body like dwarfism Use own clippers, a flat line, for a moment Chris dead You ever try to give your son an edge up? Hole in Kid head Now brain dead “God damn it Sheed, give him some assistance please.” I called up Ms. Chris like, “Chris just might miss this Christmas Eve.” But still, that’s not biggie to me Only way to protect Kid, you gotta put him in the incubator Head in the container like Mr. Freeze Potato put him in a veggie state instantly Now Swamp got another Kid to feed Awww Sheed Smack jeez Louise, please would you please [?] I tried to stretch him but I couldn’t get him to gurney It was police inspected and raised some questions that concerned me He had detectives wit’ him by definition that’s a deposition I had to get him two attorneys I saw what was about to happen, I had a premonition early Two guns, F1-50, the plate was registered to Jersey The Silverado (silver auto) clean but the Expedition dirty Either way I hopped in the truck for Chaos like a demolition derby Dirty This shit might escalate (Escalade) if a tool is drawn Shotgun, looked like I pulled a horn This shit’ll pick up a Jeep, if I’m hangin’ back out of the Rubicon Ayo, against Verb in Lite Work [?] That nigga choked ’bout 12 times, we are not lyin’ That shit was absolutely absurd Unheard URL, y’all wildin’ Y’all let that nigga leave and go and get a cobb salad, come back rhymin’ I wouldn’t let this nigga say one word It would’ve been MAC dumpin’, .9 fire, cans spittin’ That’s a typical battle rap transition for “gun Verb” This dumb nerd He got this thing that he do when he rhyme He like to intertwine and the way he may perfect it But I got this thing that I do, I go to the hospital, I make sure every line ain’t connected He took his last breath in seconds He told me, “Fuck you.” “I’ma fuck your mother is what I replied.” He said, “Go to Hell.” I told him, “Tell the Devil I say ‘hi’.” Goin’ back and forth with Kid like, “I know you are, but what am I?!” Time , [Round 2: Kid Chaos] I’m so gifted homie I could take your little flow and present a moment Skills so potent, I could kill him slowly and give them a show and still mimic brodie Like, “I’ll put five behind his head, listen closely This lil’ bitch will prolly get nasty, it’s a Yoshi Pistols loaded, empty clips on ya bitch tits till then shits explodin’ That’s two handles on the cup, now come get ya trophy!” Bitch you bogus It’s seems when you spit those Schemes it’s a big joke And that’s a fat shame, knowing Sheed (she’d) do way (weigh) too much, guess he think that he Lizzo And that’s not a shot at bigger queens, it just seems You got a lot in common with her Sheed Cause when this squeeze They gone have to identify your body Now that’s body positivity! You got a lot of trickery That nigga do all this Goofball shit To confuse y’all quick Cause he knows pullin’ off a separation in material is something he can’t do off rip So what he do? Move all quick Steady motions, that coincides with every moment Thinkin’ to himself, “If I never stop moving, they’ll never notice.” Except I noticed You told Tru Foe “4 by 4 I’ll sum it up wit’ the 16″ Well it’s clear that math wasn’t ever ya thing Cause you confused multiplication with addition, and they accepted the reach But solving problems wit’ the hands is a lesson I teach So here’s a sign, do you want death or a swing? Cause that’s the real difference between a X and a T See I’ve be reacting, for even the tiniest hassles Cause I do the math and realize I’ll even split your child into halves for a minor infraction But I be relaxin’ Cause niggas brag on ratchet clappin’ But they lack the stats to match it So if you act this matic blastin’, whatever happens happens Happens I’ll smack the black off rappers, cause I’m action-packed with tactics We got tit for tat or tat for tit This tip gon’ tap you tappin’ See that’s really pen in (pinnin’) action Alliteration mixed wit’ a little bit of demonstration with intricate rhythm, cadence See yo’ shit is a pitiful imitation of what I can do Even your postures awful You be slouched over, you have to stand, as a man Call a chiropractor fam’ And it’s no coincidence that practice can improve Happen stance (happenstance) Boy I’ll pack ya man And if I hear somethin’ from one of his faggot fans, I’ma pack a Stan (Pakistan) Turn all y’all to a strain called “grey hair” now that’s ya strand I’ll catch ya man, let a Glock burst On anybody screamin’ “Trophies!” and got merch That mean I’m spinning on anything in that gear, it’s like clockwork Arms, wavin’ He run, I chase him Cause I got something for that Trophy shit Cases! I’m dangerous Run up on him and let somethin’ rip And if they duck and shit, they get spun again It’s like I’m late, to conversation, I’m coming back like, “What I miss?” Boy I’ll up this bitch Time [Round 3: Sheed Happens] I need y’all to listen My first daughter was born in Florance, Arizona Aye Phoenix, this one of the most beautiful places I seen in all my nights A lot of y’all ain’t scorn From the first time ya child was born, I lost my son So excuse me, my memories not all that bright I remember bein’ in the hospital, just a little stand off Sonic The Hedgehog, I’ve been through Chaos every stage of my life I was in the hospital just a little silent I tried to stop myself from cryin’, so I’m a little quiet When my baby mother was pregnant I used to talk to her while she’s inside it Even with my finger I’m talkin’ play on her stomach like the Little Giants And back then, my man had an annexation with Puerto Rico, but the rock he couldn’t hide it We was just a little violent At 15 I couldn’t understand the game and it’s still vivid My man made a terrible choice He ran off on the plug and they took his parents, I was there when he had to deal wit’ it They grabbed his moms and his pops and the images are still vivid Man I could not believe it The Judge he was facin’ They told him to pick a parent, but he couldn’t live wit’ it Now he on dust Can’t believe he the same nigga We blew (blue) way too many checks like Elon Musk Shoot it out with the cops if they raid the house Packs down the drain? Nah we don’t bust Just look at our body language This is potty trainin’ It might look like a Kid but we don’t flush We had [?] for real I’m talkin’ Glocks, rocks, rails, edibles, sweets Ahh Treats, bails Tryin’ to get a Rollie watch outta 2Pac and the three scales And on the left some meth and fed Amin (methamphetamine) all of the details All of his retail We really had embalming fluid I’m talkin’ jugs and quarters In a one ounce vial right now I could get you an order Where I keep the bottles though? That’s in the middle console Cause when the cup holder too small, you gotta make a flip off the water Fuck drowin’ in a shortage The plug gave me Oxy 5, 10’s and 20’s he said, “You can have it.” He figured the best way to keep kids occupied is to give us tablets The [?] in the bumper, we was stashin’ When I think about Kid Chaos on the road I think about all the times I had to pee (two P) in traffic We had ki’s and matches Do you have any idea how much we used to move in a day? I’ma let y’all wonder Donda Me, while I’m up here schoolin’ Kid with the yay’ (‘Ye) Still confused to this day My plug committed suicide I was one of the last people to see him, prayers send my way Y’all know how that feel? Tariq Hill, he left my home (Mahomes) to a bullet KC, that’s when I went M.I.A I’m in a fucked up mental state You don’t even know where I’m at now Aye Slade sometimes I just roll through the city slow Let the screensaver on Roku know, but it’s Chaos all in the background I came back ’round His son now, dropped out from a QB to the streets We ain’t understand for him The boy went from havin’ a good arm to ownin’ a good arm, he’ll blam it on ya I mean from throwin’ a bullet to throwin’ a bullet, we ain’t understand it for him I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is either way that kid got a cannon on him He don’t listen He showin’ guns online, I was about to show his mom but I didn’t send it That nigga hold a gun just like his daddy, he can’t even deny that kid, it’s a splittin’ image The love different It’s just a little rough for him But like a Pop Warner parent Hey Kid, I’m just a little too tough on him I called the niggas that got you, and it was up for ’em Man, y’all might think this shit crazy But I lost so many homies I can host a seance Y’all might think this material’s fire but y’all are off Molotov, to me this is just bottle up Chaos Round [Round 3: Kid Chaos] Two rounds down, I just got one mo’ rappin’ And I could either drum roll action, or go back to the blade and just go slashin’ But if I split him, he gone need stitches, you know, after that cut throat action Now that sound surprisin’, but it’s true, just so (sew) Happens So Happens, understand the plot can thicken Yeah, I’ma pompous kid who pop his shit, wit proper diction Meaning I can call you narcissistic who’s all pretentious Or a bitch ass nigga, so either way you don’t got it twisted But I’m also poppin’ pistols, also wit’ proper grippin’ So I ain’t gotta bargain bitch, the only thing I got to offer is this, prop position (proposition) But no shots to women, I’ll just grip yo’ wife and squeeze the life out ya vixen Bear hug her till she pop a disc then Get to shakin’ back and forth like I’m tryna mop a kitchen Now you the one pale, (pail) leavin’ nothing but chunks of her and a blood trail YouTube shit, when I click, they gone have to get the bigger picture from a thumbnail Bruh sell…out that is Cause you told Nunn Nunn it’s common, for black kids not to have they father Not only is that factually inaccurate, nigga that’s ignorant To pretend the kids, from our pigment get, neglected in a more significant in comparison is some silly shit You don’t even know what the statistics is The percentages, but it’s always the uniformed who swear they got it But it’s very ironic, that bar reflects your career, nigga you barely poppin’ Where’s ya conscious? It’s clear you don’t have that I never thought I’d see the characteristics out a house nigga, outta yo’ black ass You know he woulda been Samuel Jackson in Django, talkin’ down on his own people like, “Who is that nigga on that nag”? Bro that’s trash, so I can’t picture Sheed, being anything other than what he’s shown us in his history So when he dissin’ me, I feel like the polite slave master, “Nigga please!” I be wiggin’ Sheed You should too Cause your fuckin’ hair been fallin’ out Tryna figure out how to eff wit’ me But see I write wit’ ease (E’s) like turnin’ that “shed” to “Sheed” But like I’m beggin’, for a second please Let’s believe, you even had your weapons clean You still wouldn’t be a rival if you told me the time you were expected Sheed But I can make somethin’ Happen, like ya mother when she expected Sheed Don’t you mess with me And don’t you ever think, I’m some small task I got a complex, I don’t trust tall cats I see yo’ shoulder coming up to my nose and think, “Bump all that.” Bruh fall back, yo’ height advantage just make me wanna change my fightin’ stances Close the distance that I’ve established Then a right (write) get landed, like something I wrote got a hype reaction But I be rappin’, schemin’ like I’m scheming to kidnap him and Kelz to see how I can manage They’ll get bound together tight wit’ latches Scheming like I’m schemin’, see how I tied ’em back in? Boy I be snappin’ Yo’ jaw will get wired fractured Turn that right into a right of passage Strike so fast that, it’s gone look like you movin’ forward but you slidin’ backwards like Michael Jackson I’m on a mission hoe Swingin’ this bitch rather I miss or don’t I’m in control, meaning they gone find you somewhere that’s been remote I be spittin’ though And you just another body for the record like I’m gettin’ quotes Those who try me, its porta potty’s, there’s only one place this shit can go Cause I’m a god And it’s more than what I do with these bars Down to the tunes so I’m truly a star Think you’re provin’ me wrong, go through all my songs From there you’ll be MIA: Music Is Art] |
