https://soundcloud.com/condfiential/goldie-vs-clairvoyant
Aight Goldie,lets set the record straight,just cause you make comments that are outrageous and ridiculous
Don't mean that your lines can trump mines,when they fall behind,on some apprentice sh**
Don't think you know who you dealing with,so please humble
You moderate cool,but dont tolerate fools,or cats with raps that are boring
Leave you with a suit taylor made threaded in this casket that I laid straight for him
Y'all know the forum that he runs and the threads that he make
Claims he got a real life,but it's always a new tournament thats up for a debate
How you call yourself gold,when everything about you is fake
You the wizard hiding behind the curtain,always talking sh** while lurking behind drapes
Yeah the 22nd is the day I kill you, couldn't wait
Im tuned up,I got the bars on auto,I'm zoning
If you don't brace yourself,your neck might get broken
Snap my fingers,that's a hit, like I'm Corleoning
Take you out from a distance,that's Vasily, without reloading
That's right I'm a movie buff,that's L.C.A.
Lights Camera Action,take a fraction straight from your brain
Just a portion
Pinky to my mouth like I'm bossin,fly like Austin,you know shaggy and flossin
You're not a member Gold,only a few sons could hang with the coldest
I mean I'm sorry,but didn't I tell ya
He's been putting on act since forever,he ain't real,you Iggy Azaelea
You already extinct,scalp your head for my memorabilia
What's your condition?no heart,you was born as a failure
Destined to lose
Even if you pushed me to the Max,I still wouldn't walk in your shoes
That's not how I step,I'm a let these bars connect, like magnets
You can either get ate or salvaged
Unlike Craig, I know how to store food in my cabinets
So if you talk trash,I got smacks
You want waves,you get capped
Ask Smokey,don't provoke me
Always carry them two things that match
See you gotta learn how to coordinate,you back down,it's too late
What goes around comes back around like a boomerang and my mark is too seal your fate
And if he's hiding,I'll find him and go to any and whichever hole he's in
The boy blew,then step to his mom like Zod and crip toe any and whichever house she's in
Cause you've been dodging me,you must wanna be from Brooklyn
Acting like Fredo,guess you knew my mic will kill ya
And I'm not Sicilian
When ya drop sixteen,these bars crash cotillions
Ya want more lines,I got millions
I could tell by your reaction,your already in your feelings
But hey....
I guess that's how a b*%¢# moderator trolls,when you put him on hold,all he can do is push buttons
The way y'all move is disgusting
You back down after you pop sh**,I make polls, who busy locking it
Somebody give me the cue,to knock these two cornballs down the corner pocket
No Espn,but I can see an end to gold,plummets,your stocks down,you already know your finished
No need to broadcast these headlines when I killed you for all eyes to witness, your lies suspicious
I see no growth in your bars,there's no evolution,you need to get with fitness
These lines come around like a spin move,with the quickness,like I got that Michael Jackson spirit,no ask me can I feel it
Just a tad but you aint bad,you ain't nothing,you already know your sorry
Your bars are played,plus you can get the fade...like Mike Lowry
And if that line was to predictable,try and catch this one,you might sound stupid
But I don't need you to spot a bar Gold,at the gym,your just about useless
You can't out rap me,even a treadmill could show who's the fastest,you hold no weight,you better off taking Zumba classes
You must wear glasses if you thought you can see me
You'll need a extra pair of four eyes to win,chances still be slim, with ghostwrites from the likes of Geechie
Now is he Drizzy or just don't have the rhythm to get busy,can't walk tall with me man,Dwayne Johnson with these hands,that's how I rock milli
The glove a make your face turn purple,that's how you get rocked silly
Make you sing soprano for acting like he was made really
Can't sit with King Arthur and my sword,try out for the team, I'll cut your ass plenty