B. Dot vs. Cortez King of the Dot (Ft. B. Dot The God & Cortez (Battle Rapper))

[Round 1: B. Dot]
Black African power...but to the conscious community, this gon' kinda hurt
I came in this game to spit enlightenment
But all this contention in this dimension, done made me kinda worse
So I said, "fuck it", I get back on that Piru shit, that soo woo shit
I'll pull a tool quick, let a shotti burst
I bet you want a godly verse or some intellectual lines that I rehearse
But I figure, in order for the brain to work
Well don't Blood gotta pump through the body first?
Oh, oh, oh, you think I'm just conscious
Blood I got a troubled nature
Where I'm from, it's a thin line and most niggas that love ya hate ya
Bunch of bangers, Bloods, Crips and esses, no double spaces
College drop out, two heats pop out
Separate degrees I double major
You in trouble ain't ya?
Ever since Arsonal scrapped ya?
We all can't believe you still breathing nigga
I mean we all watched the show but who would know, we'd actually see The Walking Dead
Trying to break even with a Negan nigga
I swing the barbwire bat, crack, take his top down like a Caesar nigga
I'm doing it Big, you just a Brooklyn kid along for the ride, Lil' Caesar nigga
I can't believe these niggas
Set us up for the fight well it's probably a fix
Try me, get mixed
Get roped and doped I'll Ali ya shit
Do I see ya clique? I'm hoping so cause after I lean your shit
You gon' really need somebody like Aaliyah hit
I'll squeeze the fifth before I let you see these fists
You'll get the bow before we fight like a Chinese flick
Or catch him in the whip, put it all in his face on some D.E. shit
Empty the whole D.E. clip, have bullets ricocheting off everything in the vehicle
Hit the radio, made his Daddy Yankee CD skip
Aw nigga you see this shit
This ain't a space you can share with me nah
I mean pan the room and see you in a pit with a bull
And you gon' have to bare/bear with me dawg
Square with me? Nah
Where I'm from, we was taught to hold the gun, think miniature golf
Nigga the smallest swing can get a hole in one
This is mo' than fun and you more than wack, I been told him that
I been waiting, to get my hands around the throat of a ho from Smack
And you know these cats, two fingers and a thumb how they show the strap
Nigga where I'm from, two fingers and a thumb mean you better know where you rolling at
You not gangsta, stop promoting that
I advise you to vacate the promo
For that shit you chopping, kick have 'bout sixty Crips melee your dojo
Dummies in the clip, it's ironic how they spray a dodo
We connect on the west, I had that S laying down behind the P like a Playstation logo
You better act like you know bro
I advise you to leave them toy guns home
I creep up from the side with the nine and put it here (hair)
On the back of your neck like a young Roy Jones
You in the wrong time zone nigga
All them east coast battle rankings, man that does nothing here
I mean just cause I'm a Rare Breed don't mean that Blood, Sweat & Tiers
And all them niggas over there, if you asking me they actually weak
And none of them niggas can rap with me
Fuck tiers/tears, cry me a river, the whole top fake
Lil' scrappy T, who wanna scrap with me?
Mikey P? Blood, tell your boss to show me the money, get your Jerry Maguire on
I'm known for being fire on cam', you known for being on cam' getting fired on
Hold up, but back to who I'm riding on
I'll creep up with the iron drawn
Cause I'm with a demented style, cause I'm offended now, so I spit the pound
And keep dumping, even after you hit the ground
Challenge accepted, there go your extended rounds