Illmac vs. Ill Will King of the Dot (Ft. Illmac & Ill Will (Battle Rapper))

{During the coin toss a guy from the crowd yells "You guys gotta come hard."}

[Round 1: Ill Will]
Win or lose in these situations, I done heard that any verdict befo'
Actin' like you surprised he said that, you know you heard that befo'
Serious note
A. Ward told me he was 'bout to beat yo' ass in Oakland bro
I believe him too
I believe in Jesus too
I believe in schemin' through, creepin' through
Past yo' bedroom givin' yo' mama some semen stew
I'm a demon too
From an egregious crew
Seein' who {points to Illmac} never made it
Been here since 2007, pockets HAHA; devastated
Prolly cause he always gettin' jacked up, but Will's (wheels) the one that's elevated
I'll make 'Mac book (MacBook)
Grab his girl, fold her, take her to the archives
I told my shooter, once you see 'Mac memory run out from the eternal hard; drive
This nigga's gon' be like, "Will's a bum clown that's gonna spit dumb rounds
With gun sounds while I euthanize the lucid guy with stupid rhymes
I see the world through Truman's eyes with juice and -"
Shut the fuck up
Your girl say I'm better of these days
My wordplay; Sergei how I fed her off (Fedorov) these plays
So I'm on the same shit
Rubber band around the grip, it don't make prints
Long arm, run 'Mac through Windows...that don't make sense
Damn, I got lost there
How I play it? Not at all fair
Logic, Pro Tools, I'm too different, soft where (software)?
Nigga you pussy
That's the reason I'ma try you
I'll catch Ill' with a hook then cook him, I'm eatin' in the Bayou
Who think I won't smack this nigga?
Let's make a bet, I don't condone BS, I take respect
I Am Legend if my dog (dawg) turnin' Will'll break his neck
Now how I do this? I gotta move it I'm ridin' foolish
Overheatin', I'm outta coolin'
Got leagues trippin' from elite spittin' out the deep Mitten
Five to the side of his dome, the weave itchin'
Did he mention, how I renovate, innovate, dissapate
Got bodies in different states
Big spud on the long nose I'll give ya bitch a taste
If you don't want me to give your miss the (Mr.) Potato, fix ya face
I literally came from jail tombs to compel rooms
I inhale doom
If I got any kind words for Ill', get well soon
Cause there's somethin' heavy in the truck
I'll raise it, start wettin' shit up
....he jump, hands shakin', lookin' like Twork settin' up a punch
But I'm just here to entertain for two minutes and get big meals, period
It's been rainy days, but I'm still goin' to work under the weather, I don't take this Ill' serious
Yak Town in this bitch