Lanier vs King

[Verse 1:Jae Skeese]
Look, in our hood, we learn we had to go and take what's ours they ain't handing shit
With no aim We shot shots blindly trying to blow up like we playing battleship
Had to find our way without the novices
I could have stuck to the story lines and the narratives
But I signed the deal and got paid like I got drafted fifth
Overall protect mine and let these niggas know that's the protocol
I'm over here is like quotation marks when they quote the boss
And any big moment I perform, similar to surgeons doing surgery Inside of open hеarts meaning that I never frozе or pause
Throwing punches I can go for sports
Told them that I was the illest I was never lying
Being humble had me moving more in silence, Similar [to the letter S and I ??]
Rappers pulling stunts like they really death defying
That's a reckless science they all come with less impressive writing
I came here to keep the pressure rising
Now the kid with the sneaker raps getting the game lace
Full time when he saw Raise Stakes in Miami
Brown with the game face on another level, not the same space Air Max Griffin's fresh water is no Great Lakes
I came great taste Jean-Michel
The way I paint tapes my team more enticing
No trade bait muthafucka!

[Verse 2: Eddie Kaine]
Had to come up I was struggling there
Ribs touching the young nigga hungry again
The marksman with a pad and pen don't need a pat on the back
I'm from the Stuy now I rap for the ends
Committed myself the dough coming in
My niggas playing pretend they talking cash I can't comprehend Eddie Kaine still the Lord and whether the storm or
Other niggas got going in the wind
Now they blow away My concern was grind to my turn
Shout out to Osbourne and teach while I learn
Anything I face I had to stand firm
Now I'm going dumb in this shit on my terms
No brag flow shopping shining in the suit with the Henny in the stocking cap
I been bad, it's Mike Skimmerhorn stay on track
Could have been lost in The Source with the unsigned hype
Had five mics before he got on been a boss, been a Don
Since ziggas had truck jewelry over the death of Bellator
Or the I-90 east put the kid on it
She ain't never freestyle, but she spit on it
She said. I keep it classy with some grit on it
Told her maybe later on she can sit on it
Precious Dougie slick like Rick with it
Get the money, flip back, flip with it
Run through black, strip by strip with it
Life we live don't come with the script with it
From my block to your We dug these tug hammers
Niggas gone squeeze good smoke cough the loud wheeze
Step in the spots
It's Kaine and Jae Skeese nigga