Joe Budden has said that part of the reason he’s been going at Drake with diss tracks and on social media is to inspire him through the spirit of competition, and it seems that the fire he’s been lighting under him has started to catch. But the sparks from that fire are catching in other places too.
Since dropping “Making A Murderer (Part 1)” in June, battle rappers Daylyt and Hollow Da Don have responded with tracks of their own, and now Mickey Factz is jumping into the mix.
Factz, like Budden, tried his hand in the modern era of battle rap (against Danja Zone in 2013) and his track, titled “Eye Witness,” sounds more like the opening round of a competitive battle rather than a vicious attack.
Factz has known and been a fan of Budden for years and has commented on his actions on Twitter before . Budden called him out for “talk[ing] too much from the sidelines” on Saturday (July 23), referencing the time the two were together and he got pressed by Raekwon and his crew in 2009. The story goes that Budden got punched, and that Mickey didn’t step in to help.
Both rappers clarified that it was just some friendly competition though.
In the description of the track on SoundCloud, Factz also writes “Just having fun.”
Listen to the song here, with cover art featuring Earl Sweatshirt’s send up of the Slaughterhouse rapper from an episode of “Loiter Squad.”
Here are the lyrics, via Genius.
Light skin niggas back in his crappy feelings
Ironically shit is over a factz opinion
Notice the talent and cope with the silence
Drake ain’t respond and like a bitch you got emotional at it
Guess its me that gotta show you the balance
I was Melo til the bullshit, weighed in, guess who rose to the challenge
Fly guy sho gave my thoughts from the sideline chump
And you should know the consequences of a blindside punch
Why lie, the tides high, get your tye-dye trunks
Ain’t been the same since wu-tang fucked the wifi up
Social media whore, on twitter crying, nigga skyping
Glad ice took ya laptop, quit the typing
Ran from the ghost, no snapchat, this man wacker
Drake took tahiry cookies, aubrey graham crack her
Triple entendre, boy we rocking, all these options and you chose Mickey?
The metaphor b hopkins?
The bars keep popping, ignore these, your jaw keep dropping
And give joe L’s while Ortiz watching
Im Jason Vorheese boxing, tapping his pockets like he lost his car keys, watch it
Boy please you can’t pass the bar sheesh
Make his soul reach Cochran
Bloody glove, Gary Payton with it
Goons put the beam on his eye and give em laser vision
Shoulda been signed to star trek how you klingon shit
And I ain’t worried bout a fight, you only swing on chicks
Battled Hollow shit was so petty with ya ego
Put the mic down, don’t tell me you was emo
Ima cancer, give his whole skeleton the chemo
And turn joe budden to joe pesci in casino
Soul snatch, yall know factz, every flows crack
Doing the same shit since 05? Where the growth at?
Wait up, the same Mickey I dont change up quick
Drizzy responded at a show and upstaged yo shit
Leave you Laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff
I did real songs with drake no made up shits
Imaginary friendships One sided, loves dying
Royce hated my pants but now he sending doves flying
All these punches hitting ya lip, now the blood drying
Bone thugs, this what it sounds like when thugs crying
His fans gon say he live his life like truman show
Fuck that, turning this shit to the freddy krueger show
Nightmare in jersey, Arsonal had you losing bro
That water gun shit ain’t nothing to a bazooka joe
Hit his gums, we can do this rap shit forever
Radio, track for track nigga whatever
Ironically shit is over a factz opinion
Notice the talent and cope with the silence
Drake ain’t respond and like a bitch you got emotional at it
Guess its me that gotta show you the balance
I was Melo til the bullshit, weighed in, guess who rose to the challenge
Fly guy sho gave my thoughts from the sideline chump
And you should know the consequences of a blindside punch
Why lie, the tides high, get your tye-dye trunks
Ain’t been the same since wu-tang fucked the wifi up
Social media whore, on twitter crying, nigga skyping
Glad ice took ya laptop, quit the typing
Ran from the ghost, no snapchat, this man wacker
Drake took tahiry cookies, aubrey graham crack her
Triple entendre, boy we rocking, all these options and you chose Mickey?
The metaphor b hopkins?
The bars keep popping, ignore these, your jaw keep dropping
And give joe L’s while Ortiz watching
Im Jason Vorheese boxing, tapping his pockets like he lost his car keys, watch it
Boy please you can’t pass the bar sheesh
Make his soul reach Cochran
Bloody glove, Gary Payton with it
Goons put the beam on his eye and give em laser vision
Shoulda been signed to star trek how you klingon shit
And I ain’t worried bout a fight, you only swing on chicks
Battled Hollow shit was so petty with ya ego
Put the mic down, don’t tell me you was emo
Ima cancer, give his whole skeleton the chemo
And turn joe budden to joe pesci in casino
Soul snatch, yall know factz, every flows crack
Doing the same shit since 05? Where the growth at?
Wait up, the same Mickey I dont change up quick
Drizzy responded at a show and upstaged yo shit
Leave you Laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff
I did real songs with drake no made up shits
Imaginary friendships One sided, loves dying
Royce hated my pants but now he sending doves flying
All these punches hitting ya lip, now the blood drying
Bone thugs, this what it sounds like when thugs crying
His fans gon say he live his life like truman show
Fuck that, turning this shit to the freddy krueger show
Nightmare in jersey, Arsonal had you losing bro
That water gun shit ain’t nothing to a bazooka joe
Hit his gums, we can do this rap shit forever
Radio, track for track nigga whatever
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