[Round 1: Real Sikh]
So y'all vets are mad mad, huh?
I know we been trippin', but goddamn...y'all scramblin' now
Can't even send me your top man
This who I got, fam'?
Y'all ran out of URL vets, so you brought me the former King of the Dot champ
You lost your necklace to Real Deal, then came on this stage
Talkin' 'bout you on a run - this a walk of shame
We 'bout to repeat your title loss today
'Cause now you gotta deal wit' Real when he's off the chain!
"Rookies and Vets, it's your turn to go, Sikh
How 'bout KingPen? He on this urge to smoke shit"
I said, "A word from bro, he'd murk"
I told him if the Pen'll (pin a) comment, I'd be the first onе posted
Rookies puttin' y'all to rest
Bеtter talk wit' all respect
This what's on my head? It's a wrap, and I'm on your head
Nitewing told all you vets, "The class outside: it's a bomb threat"
Who the fuck you think is the bomb connect!?
Palm press, on your neck!
Cough then, loss of breath
Your cause of death increase your CPR percent
Killin' ya!
Really I, .9-milli' ya!
You could rap 'bout my background, I'll put a bullet into ya (India)
Listen up!
I'm at the one house you stay
Run down your place, only one route to take
Pump out, bust out the gauge
Mr. Jump to Top Tier better jump the FUCK out the way!
BANG! I got a can' to load up
Standin' over ya like, "What's in your hand? Hand it over"
Your man'll fold as I hold the hammer closer
When the Sig'll hit ya, it'll get triggered quicker than cancel culture
You try to diffuse bars wit' ya presence
I'll get this dude chopped in a few parts, dismembered
Chill' tryna be smooth 'til they find him in sections
Brings another meaning to "cool, calm, and collected"
I be wreckin' too much
I don't stop when you get slumped
If you slept wit' a punch, what you think, I'mma let you get up?
I've got anxiety - I don't know how to, Chill'
I can't stress it enough!
A hit from me will limit your ability to access
Memories you livin', but you mentally absent
Swingin' fists so quickly that the instant when I jab left
I knock out a dream that you didn't even have yet
Wanna rap!? Let's rap then!
I show out, my opp' don't count
I throw, combos out
Better watch yo' mouth
Hit your teeth, knock those out
Like the sound of hip-hop, it could all go South
WHAT!?
I'd die 'fore I use costumes or props
Let a shot loose, deuce-deuce, pop through your top
I'd box dudes 'fore I knew how to shoot my shot
Took baby steps, from my (Ma) dukes to pops!
Roc, I'm in a drop bumpin' 90s music
I'm a nice guy, don't make me bring my violent side into it
Just know, if I do a drive-by and shoot him, wit' the seat back, I was inclined to do it!
I see how dawg act out
You say somethin' hot, he nods like it ain't all that wild
Starts wit' a calm rap style, then bark mad loud
You ain't diffusin' my bars
I've Lewis-and-Clark'd that route
I got it all mapped out
Your voice crack when you scream
If I get aggressive wit' you
They gon' make me do my next battle with a ref' and whistle
I have yet to hit you
That ain't beneficial
Unless a pistol jam on me, I don't have any pressin' issues!
I recommend you, be real in the field
The feelin' is real
My skill iller than Chilla and still
You ain't bodyin' shit
Tell Chilla to chill
It's kill or be killed
Y'all watchin' the killer be killed
Get familiar wit' Real...
SIKH!
So y'all vets are mad mad, huh?
I know we been trippin', but goddamn...y'all scramblin' now
Can't even send me your top man
This who I got, fam'?
Y'all ran out of URL vets, so you brought me the former King of the Dot champ
You lost your necklace to Real Deal, then came on this stage
Talkin' 'bout you on a run - this a walk of shame
We 'bout to repeat your title loss today
'Cause now you gotta deal wit' Real when he's off the chain!
"Rookies and Vets, it's your turn to go, Sikh
How 'bout KingPen? He on this urge to smoke shit"
I said, "A word from bro, he'd murk"
I told him if the Pen'll (pin a) comment, I'd be the first onе posted
Rookies puttin' y'all to rest
Bеtter talk wit' all respect
This what's on my head? It's a wrap, and I'm on your head
Nitewing told all you vets, "The class outside: it's a bomb threat"
Who the fuck you think is the bomb connect!?
Palm press, on your neck!
Cough then, loss of breath
Your cause of death increase your CPR percent
Killin' ya!
Really I, .9-milli' ya!
You could rap 'bout my background, I'll put a bullet into ya (India)
Listen up!
I'm at the one house you stay
Run down your place, only one route to take
Pump out, bust out the gauge
Mr. Jump to Top Tier better jump the FUCK out the way!
BANG! I got a can' to load up
Standin' over ya like, "What's in your hand? Hand it over"
Your man'll fold as I hold the hammer closer
When the Sig'll hit ya, it'll get triggered quicker than cancel culture
You try to diffuse bars wit' ya presence
I'll get this dude chopped in a few parts, dismembered
Chill' tryna be smooth 'til they find him in sections
Brings another meaning to "cool, calm, and collected"
I be wreckin' too much
I don't stop when you get slumped
If you slept wit' a punch, what you think, I'mma let you get up?
I've got anxiety - I don't know how to, Chill'
I can't stress it enough!
A hit from me will limit your ability to access
Memories you livin', but you mentally absent
Swingin' fists so quickly that the instant when I jab left
I knock out a dream that you didn't even have yet
Wanna rap!? Let's rap then!
I show out, my opp' don't count
I throw, combos out
Better watch yo' mouth
Hit your teeth, knock those out
Like the sound of hip-hop, it could all go South
WHAT!?
I'd die 'fore I use costumes or props
Let a shot loose, deuce-deuce, pop through your top
I'd box dudes 'fore I knew how to shoot my shot
Took baby steps, from my (Ma) dukes to pops!
Roc, I'm in a drop bumpin' 90s music
I'm a nice guy, don't make me bring my violent side into it
Just know, if I do a drive-by and shoot him, wit' the seat back, I was inclined to do it!
I see how dawg act out
You say somethin' hot, he nods like it ain't all that wild
Starts wit' a calm rap style, then bark mad loud
You ain't diffusin' my bars
I've Lewis-and-Clark'd that route
I got it all mapped out
Your voice crack when you scream
If I get aggressive wit' you
They gon' make me do my next battle with a ref' and whistle
I have yet to hit you
That ain't beneficial
Unless a pistol jam on me, I don't have any pressin' issues!
I recommend you, be real in the field
The feelin' is real
My skill iller than Chilla and still
You ain't bodyin' shit
Tell Chilla to chill
It's kill or be killed
Y'all watchin' the killer be killed
Get familiar wit' Real...
SIKH!
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