[Round 1: B. Dot]
So you wanted Lux, lil' nigga! Woooow!
You was reachin' for God, then they passed you me
Blasphemy
No Loaded
I should've came suited for the kill
Nah, to keep it real, all I need is a casual tee for this casualty
I've been gunnin' at you, Julian
The first couple shots missed, bad accuracy
But the third round hit, SMACK outta nowhere, Traffic 3
I'm just glad to be, in ya presence
We done heard the tallest tales about the smallest legend
Y'all think he a murderer
But to me, when a nigga lack conviction [?] a legend
You a fraud, I said it
Cause real shooters come off the hip quick
One motion, the energy is all kinetic
In everyone of yo' gun bars you starin' down the pistol
And pause for seconds, but what, is the arm electric?
Like why you always in shock every time you palm the Wesson?
This is God's perception
And yo' bars is...random, what an odd selection
When a nigga good at shootin' shots, but then got a prob' directin'
And y'all waitin' for rounds that he drop in his game to line up that we never saw connectin'
Is this all you sketchin'?
With an illustration that it all impressive
Yeah, you got a pen, so (pencil)? What that mean to a nigga that real draw the weapon?
We gon' trace this back to where we first saw progression
Back when bein' gangsta wasn't dawg profession
Used to stay dancin', and now you got all these guns
The K clappin'
Well that motion went from one arm to the next
And I guess that's how ya wave happen
Look I ain't askin'
I got ya future in my hands like I'm palm readin'
You get to runnin', I get to gunnin', let the long reach him
A chrome pop, the dome shot, the robot, y'all like, "What the god meanin'?"
That mean I let the fifth fly and catch him mid stride, left his body stiff, but had his arms swingin'
This is bar season
I've had games versus lames that didn't write well
And well I'm here to write wit' a nigga I compare to
Aye Smack I'm finna Strike
Not like these other niggas, I didn't mean to scare you
I'm finna strike, I'm in the URL, bowling for pins (pens) and JC, I won't spare you
I got clear view, the way I see murder (C-Murder), it ain't No Limit to me airin' you wit' the strap
But I'd rather get your railroaded
The agony of ya screams will be music to my ears, and here's the Shocker, you always sound terrible on a track
This is facts, and dawg (dog), for all that malpractice another vet' is gettin' killed
You said you was the greatest in the world!
Now you runnin' out of space your circle gettin' cropped, they done put an alien in the field
Yeah, you got drive, but you in a vehicle, you ain't registered to wheel
They put a bait car, on ya road to Lux and you ain't even notice you got set up for the steal
This the build, I'm a rise and I'm catchin' you while you sinkin'
Nigga I'm it, you should've known you gettin' tagged, you catchin' me while I'm peakin', I'm leakin'
All the info on why you excel
Cause you stole Anubiis whole style, just slowed it down but I must admit you do this well
Let the truth prevail
And leave it to me to be the nigga that see through the veil
I figured you'd disagree, so I brought the hammer
For ya teeth so we can argue this tooth and nail
Nigga, you can tell, when a nigga whole demeanor foul
But he still wanna be seen as pals
That's JC, after every verse, it's "Aye, aye, good shit, my nigga." Handshake with a cheesy smile
You friendly-ass nigga, don't you see how that comradery don't appease the crowd?
BAOW! And before I shoot again, I add an attachment to the end
Just like him, I'm extending the arm in between the rounds
Can't y'all see he foul?
Tryin' to direct the crowd by slowin' down?
I know ya style, but colder, pal
I pull out and aim, left and right wit' the .40 cal'
Had the whole buildin' duckin', up and down, doin' the wave, nigga that's how I control the crowd
Can't believe this clown, and all the shit y'all let him get away with
Y'all know he don't spray clips, that's why he emphasis every line, every line
And y'all pay him for that over compensation
Yeah he write it well, but may as well write in braille
Peep the explanation
He always tryin' to bump it up a notch just so we can feel when you say shit
That's basic
But the Ike Turner-Annie Mae (anime) shit? Amazin'!
But pay attention, listen
It's all kinda contradictions of the statement
I mean this character you created? Is only based off the pen
So (pencil) whatever you draw up is the writtens we engage wit'
But without the notebook you get no look
Just a bunch of still shots of your colorful imagination
That's anime shit (animation)
When a nigga picks are (Pixar) only put in motion when we flippin' through the pages
I am dangerous!
And after this, you won't get booked a lot
I'm here to jooks ya spot
Where I'm from, they don't criticize the form - blaow!
They like, "Blood why you shoot him?" - they criticize why we even took the shot!
You get hooked and dropped, and if it ain't a fist fight, then you better shoot first
Or they gon' think you Verb, the way you standin' across from a long-ass clip, shit spittin' longer than a Mook third
Suwoop's heard, worldwide, I got all the red rags ridin' wit' me
So when I talk about P card, it ain't got nothin' to do with a Survivor Series
We united clearly
Where I'm from, all the Pirus is politickin' with the Locs
Cause this is the west and he mid, so y'all should've known it was different smoke
I approach, Smack like, "What the fuck you give me Carter for (4)?"
I can't believe this shit, I shoot him in the chest, {deep breath} he tryin' to catch his breath {deep breath}, can't breathe and shit
Then his knees is bent
This ain't gonna to work (Twork) out for you Julian
{Twork voice} My grievances!
When Wheezy drop, y'all gon' know it was me, Baby: I finally released the fif' (5)!
I'm a beast with this
And this that black African power
And if these is ya last days, Julian, this is yo' last hour
So you wanted Lux, lil' nigga! Woooow!
You was reachin' for God, then they passed you me
Blasphemy
No Loaded
I should've came suited for the kill
Nah, to keep it real, all I need is a casual tee for this casualty
I've been gunnin' at you, Julian
The first couple shots missed, bad accuracy
But the third round hit, SMACK outta nowhere, Traffic 3
I'm just glad to be, in ya presence
We done heard the tallest tales about the smallest legend
Y'all think he a murderer
But to me, when a nigga lack conviction [?] a legend
You a fraud, I said it
Cause real shooters come off the hip quick
One motion, the energy is all kinetic
In everyone of yo' gun bars you starin' down the pistol
And pause for seconds, but what, is the arm electric?
Like why you always in shock every time you palm the Wesson?
This is God's perception
And yo' bars is...random, what an odd selection
When a nigga good at shootin' shots, but then got a prob' directin'
And y'all waitin' for rounds that he drop in his game to line up that we never saw connectin'
Is this all you sketchin'?
With an illustration that it all impressive
Yeah, you got a pen, so (pencil)? What that mean to a nigga that real draw the weapon?
We gon' trace this back to where we first saw progression
Back when bein' gangsta wasn't dawg profession
Used to stay dancin', and now you got all these guns
The K clappin'
Well that motion went from one arm to the next
And I guess that's how ya wave happen
Look I ain't askin'
I got ya future in my hands like I'm palm readin'
You get to runnin', I get to gunnin', let the long reach him
A chrome pop, the dome shot, the robot, y'all like, "What the god meanin'?"
That mean I let the fifth fly and catch him mid stride, left his body stiff, but had his arms swingin'
This is bar season
I've had games versus lames that didn't write well
And well I'm here to write wit' a nigga I compare to
Aye Smack I'm finna Strike
Not like these other niggas, I didn't mean to scare you
I'm finna strike, I'm in the URL, bowling for pins (pens) and JC, I won't spare you
I got clear view, the way I see murder (C-Murder), it ain't No Limit to me airin' you wit' the strap
But I'd rather get your railroaded
The agony of ya screams will be music to my ears, and here's the Shocker, you always sound terrible on a track
This is facts, and dawg (dog), for all that malpractice another vet' is gettin' killed
You said you was the greatest in the world!
Now you runnin' out of space your circle gettin' cropped, they done put an alien in the field
Yeah, you got drive, but you in a vehicle, you ain't registered to wheel
They put a bait car, on ya road to Lux and you ain't even notice you got set up for the steal
This the build, I'm a rise and I'm catchin' you while you sinkin'
Nigga I'm it, you should've known you gettin' tagged, you catchin' me while I'm peakin', I'm leakin'
All the info on why you excel
Cause you stole Anubiis whole style, just slowed it down but I must admit you do this well
Let the truth prevail
And leave it to me to be the nigga that see through the veil
I figured you'd disagree, so I brought the hammer
For ya teeth so we can argue this tooth and nail
Nigga, you can tell, when a nigga whole demeanor foul
But he still wanna be seen as pals
That's JC, after every verse, it's "Aye, aye, good shit, my nigga." Handshake with a cheesy smile
You friendly-ass nigga, don't you see how that comradery don't appease the crowd?
BAOW! And before I shoot again, I add an attachment to the end
Just like him, I'm extending the arm in between the rounds
Can't y'all see he foul?
Tryin' to direct the crowd by slowin' down?
I know ya style, but colder, pal
I pull out and aim, left and right wit' the .40 cal'
Had the whole buildin' duckin', up and down, doin' the wave, nigga that's how I control the crowd
Can't believe this clown, and all the shit y'all let him get away with
Y'all know he don't spray clips, that's why he emphasis every line, every line
And y'all pay him for that over compensation
Yeah he write it well, but may as well write in braille
Peep the explanation
He always tryin' to bump it up a notch just so we can feel when you say shit
That's basic
But the Ike Turner-Annie Mae (anime) shit? Amazin'!
But pay attention, listen
It's all kinda contradictions of the statement
I mean this character you created? Is only based off the pen
So (pencil) whatever you draw up is the writtens we engage wit'
But without the notebook you get no look
Just a bunch of still shots of your colorful imagination
That's anime shit (animation)
When a nigga picks are (Pixar) only put in motion when we flippin' through the pages
I am dangerous!
And after this, you won't get booked a lot
I'm here to jooks ya spot
Where I'm from, they don't criticize the form - blaow!
They like, "Blood why you shoot him?" - they criticize why we even took the shot!
You get hooked and dropped, and if it ain't a fist fight, then you better shoot first
Or they gon' think you Verb, the way you standin' across from a long-ass clip, shit spittin' longer than a Mook third
Suwoop's heard, worldwide, I got all the red rags ridin' wit' me
So when I talk about P card, it ain't got nothin' to do with a Survivor Series
We united clearly
Where I'm from, all the Pirus is politickin' with the Locs
Cause this is the west and he mid, so y'all should've known it was different smoke
I approach, Smack like, "What the fuck you give me Carter for (4)?"
I can't believe this shit, I shoot him in the chest, {deep breath} he tryin' to catch his breath {deep breath}, can't breathe and shit
Then his knees is bent
This ain't gonna to work (Twork) out for you Julian
{Twork voice} My grievances!
When Wheezy drop, y'all gon' know it was me, Baby: I finally released the fif' (5)!
I'm a beast with this
And this that black African power
And if these is ya last days, Julian, this is yo' last hour
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