don cardy vs. jay-z (on some deep s***)
 

can i compete with the best on some deep s***?

[jay-z- aint no love]
And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up/
Somebody got somethin to say/
What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more/
and I pack heat like I'm the oven door?/
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall/
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball/
Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar/
Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar/
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after/
I'm not lookin at you dudes, I'm lookin past ya/
I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper/
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six/
that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz/
I scramble like Randall with his/
Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam/
Jigga held you down six summers; damn,/
where's the love?

[don cardy- aint no love]
the ones that say that i aint right for what i write in my songs/
a be the first ones to bite me and rewrite my wrongs/
obsurds say, that i should dumb down my wordplay/
but like general managers, i just sign lines and let the words play/
and its painin' me that they bite me but reality waits/
till the day they live the words i spat like personality traits/
cuz you can only say something for so long until you start livin' it/
its like a lie you have to live just so that'chu can remember it/
cuz when i write i'm right but when you right your wrong/
16 punches and a hook, so you can say my fight was long/
i was a rider in the lane of fault/
so i put tracks on my mind to help guide my TRAIN of thought/
ridin' the rhythms of the track until i station myself/
in a place where my train of thought can open up to somebody else/
the ones thats jealous hate, but the ones that hate me wish me to death/
so the fact that i'm still breathin' means they missed a step/
f*** some love!