[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
Look y'all
It's B. Dot the gawd
The Elevator
Vs. a nigga who ain't lost all year, the L evader
Being divine'll (vinyl) still get you a scratch on your record player
The pen is greater
Respect is major
You was fire in that warm up, but now that you got Chill, you need some extra layers
Jones, I'm the escalator, run up on his Escalade
Catch him on his hood and run up on his like an escalator
Come through every hour, lettin' off, I'm a weapon sprayer
So even if I'm over ya head, you'll get it later
Respect thе innovators, not the imitators
Yeah somethings off, hе's a clone
Y'all think he's a problem, no one can solve
I wanted Roc, maybe Verb, that's why I don't fuck wit' y'all
But it ain't all about skill, right?
Of course a little lucks (Lux) involved
Y'all got me dustin' off one of Loaded's sons that he ain't got custody of
I hold a pistol right there (dear) to his heart, but he still ain't Beloved (B love it) enough
Cause Chilla crazy
You wanna kill a (killer) baby?
This is Child's Play Chucky you suck
And I'ma tell (Mattel) y'all kinfolk (Ken folk)
How every bar be (Barbie) dolled up to be Lux
You snuck his mannerisms, cadence and flow
We know this (notice) coward
You take your energy from day light (Daylyt), nigga you solar powered
Caffeine is pissed streaming his face
Golden shhh...
[?] Dot.com if I'm clickin' chrome, open browser
But let me flip that
Yeeeah, you get hit if you brought drama
Stomach shot, I semi colons
Yeah this will make Dot calmer
This is karma for lost souls I talk slow but the frost cold
Go ahead and floss bro
Got something big in store (instore) for you, like Costco
Roscoe a Moss load, then get fired, I'm in boss mode
If I (eye) black on Charles...man see you at the crossroads
We all know...what's goin' on in Nigeria
Hashtag #EndSARS is the movement
About a corrupt police anti robbery unit
Taking advantage of that power with all of these laws they abusing
Kidnap, murder and rape with no regards for the humans
But you know that, right?
Mr. Black African Power must read about it
How the protestors screamed and shouted when the people crowded
How the banks freeze accounts and leave 'em out it
So no one gets the money they need up out it
It's been hash tagged 40 million times!
And not once did you tweet about it
So is he real?
Please, I doubt it
Maybe the fans can help me understand
Ain't it apparent (a parent) that he don't give a fuck about the Motherland?
This another scam
This ain't you, you singin' someone else's song...like a cover band
But blame Smack
Cause dawg (dog) told me to "kill him"; I'm the Son Of Sam
So what's the plan?
So you already donated and paid dues?
Or anything else to prove this angle ain't true
But it's Black African Power after every battle, right?
He played you
I can't believe B dazzled (bedazzle) y'all with these fake jewels
You are a walking...contra...diction
And I'm just clownin' ya errors but you choose; pound or Beretta
Down for whatever
I'll pistol whip you to the ground and throw a round in his sweater
The Elevator, droppin' faster than the Tower Of Terror
So now be clever
No angles how I'm a "nice guy", who never let a shot flare
Or was champ at King Of The Dot until I got robbed there
Boy I'm a legend
I went from PG to top, and earned my spot there
And now I gotta split you in half to get to god tier (tear)
I do not care
Yeah, this is [?] run through your entire apartment
Hide in the darkness, knife in the target
Slice will go right through his garments
Blade, stuck in the Elevator, "Somebody call the fire department!"
All this retirement talkin'...cause crowds don't appreciate the shit that you bring
I'll be honest, I don't really think commitment's your thing
You quit your label, cause they ignore you for any shit you can sing
You quit football, cause you was barely gettin' picked for the teams
You quit battle rap, two or three times, but walk around this bitch like the king?
Nigga you even quit on your own marriage
Face it...you just not fit for the ring
And I won't talk about the football thing
Cause honestly it's overdone
But there is this one highlight I seen, you prolly know the one
It was you, versus a young Reggie Bush trying to control the punt
He faked left and went right, you chose to lunge, his shoulders spun
You ate dirt, he went ghost then the crowd started goin' dumb
See this is history repeating itself and you ain't notice, huh?
Cause ever since Volume 5
Nigga every battle Jones has won
And once again, you just a victim on one of the coldest runs
So don't become another footnote in history, cause I'm on a mission
You got embarrassed by the Heisman, now I'm the one with a leg up on the competition
So stop and listen
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen
What's a God to a nonbeliever?
Round
Look y'all
It's B. Dot the gawd
The Elevator
Vs. a nigga who ain't lost all year, the L evader
Being divine'll (vinyl) still get you a scratch on your record player
The pen is greater
Respect is major
You was fire in that warm up, but now that you got Chill, you need some extra layers
Jones, I'm the escalator, run up on his Escalade
Catch him on his hood and run up on his like an escalator
Come through every hour, lettin' off, I'm a weapon sprayer
So even if I'm over ya head, you'll get it later
Respect thе innovators, not the imitators
Yeah somethings off, hе's a clone
Y'all think he's a problem, no one can solve
I wanted Roc, maybe Verb, that's why I don't fuck wit' y'all
But it ain't all about skill, right?
Of course a little lucks (Lux) involved
Y'all got me dustin' off one of Loaded's sons that he ain't got custody of
I hold a pistol right there (dear) to his heart, but he still ain't Beloved (B love it) enough
Cause Chilla crazy
You wanna kill a (killer) baby?
This is Child's Play Chucky you suck
And I'ma tell (Mattel) y'all kinfolk (Ken folk)
How every bar be (Barbie) dolled up to be Lux
You snuck his mannerisms, cadence and flow
We know this (notice) coward
You take your energy from day light (Daylyt), nigga you solar powered
Caffeine is pissed streaming his face
Golden shhh...
[?] Dot.com if I'm clickin' chrome, open browser
But let me flip that
Yeeeah, you get hit if you brought drama
Stomach shot, I semi colons
Yeah this will make Dot calmer
This is karma for lost souls I talk slow but the frost cold
Go ahead and floss bro
Got something big in store (instore) for you, like Costco
Roscoe a Moss load, then get fired, I'm in boss mode
If I (eye) black on Charles...man see you at the crossroads
We all know...what's goin' on in Nigeria
Hashtag #EndSARS is the movement
About a corrupt police anti robbery unit
Taking advantage of that power with all of these laws they abusing
Kidnap, murder and rape with no regards for the humans
But you know that, right?
Mr. Black African Power must read about it
How the protestors screamed and shouted when the people crowded
How the banks freeze accounts and leave 'em out it
So no one gets the money they need up out it
It's been hash tagged 40 million times!
And not once did you tweet about it
So is he real?
Please, I doubt it
Maybe the fans can help me understand
Ain't it apparent (a parent) that he don't give a fuck about the Motherland?
This another scam
This ain't you, you singin' someone else's song...like a cover band
But blame Smack
Cause dawg (dog) told me to "kill him"; I'm the Son Of Sam
So what's the plan?
So you already donated and paid dues?
Or anything else to prove this angle ain't true
But it's Black African Power after every battle, right?
He played you
I can't believe B dazzled (bedazzle) y'all with these fake jewels
You are a walking...contra...diction
And I'm just clownin' ya errors but you choose; pound or Beretta
Down for whatever
I'll pistol whip you to the ground and throw a round in his sweater
The Elevator, droppin' faster than the Tower Of Terror
So now be clever
No angles how I'm a "nice guy", who never let a shot flare
Or was champ at King Of The Dot until I got robbed there
Boy I'm a legend
I went from PG to top, and earned my spot there
And now I gotta split you in half to get to god tier (tear)
I do not care
Yeah, this is [?] run through your entire apartment
Hide in the darkness, knife in the target
Slice will go right through his garments
Blade, stuck in the Elevator, "Somebody call the fire department!"
All this retirement talkin'...cause crowds don't appreciate the shit that you bring
I'll be honest, I don't really think commitment's your thing
You quit your label, cause they ignore you for any shit you can sing
You quit football, cause you was barely gettin' picked for the teams
You quit battle rap, two or three times, but walk around this bitch like the king?
Nigga you even quit on your own marriage
Face it...you just not fit for the ring
And I won't talk about the football thing
Cause honestly it's overdone
But there is this one highlight I seen, you prolly know the one
It was you, versus a young Reggie Bush trying to control the punt
He faked left and went right, you chose to lunge, his shoulders spun
You ate dirt, he went ghost then the crowd started goin' dumb
See this is history repeating itself and you ain't notice, huh?
Cause ever since Volume 5
Nigga every battle Jones has won
And once again, you just a victim on one of the coldest runs
So don't become another footnote in history, cause I'm on a mission
You got embarrassed by the Heisman, now I'm the one with a leg up on the competition
So stop and listen
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen
What's a God to a nonbeliever?
Round
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