Correction Lyrics B. Dot & Geechi Gotti vs. A. Ward & Loso by King of the Dot

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Ayo Loso
Yo
Remember when you and Dot went to war?
Yep
That joint still shockin'
Y'all was dissenting each other angles, beliefs, you build off it
He hit you with that "original texts (TECs)", that joint was real godly
You hit him with the "You robbing, I'm givin'", boy I got chills out it
That's one of the best battles I ever seen, I don't care how y'all feel 'bout it
And the yo Ward!
What up?
Remember when you...KILLED GOTTI?
Bro that's old news, you know I gotta quit stuntin'
Plus now we got this comin'
I hope you brought the juice like kid's lunches
They sayin', "How you gon' beat all this fifth dumpin'?"
Black African fist pumpin'
The hand gestures
The ancestors
Thе big cousin
The myth bustin'
They waving the rеd and blue in the ring
Like Jim Duggan
But we never switched up on the team
Like Tim Duncan
Ayo Gotti go ahead and lift somethin'
I can capitalize B, I hit the shift button
Yo he wanna showboat overseas (C) 'til the ship sunken
Get clocked big time and now he in London
Aye bro we finna make two pay (toupee)
Ayo Gotti, when do those wigs come in?
They said it was gonna take a miracle to beat L.S.C
Bro this nothin'
A miracle? Well I'm coverin' the Blood
And I'ma have a Crip runnin'
I swear ya squad all lame
Not us, we charming (charm in) the crowd like the Wal-Mart chain
Danny?
Day'
'Mac
We battled all y'all names
And tell Nitty
I'll have the 4th Quarter lookin' different like the All-Star game
Ayo, Gotti/Dot, can they beat us?
Bro is coffee hot?
I mean when you buy a coffee it is hot
No, no, no is Coffee hot?
Oh her? Oh well then probably not
I said B, I see you cookin' in these matches
You always lookin' up the Bible, lookin' through the chapters
I never see ya own belief impact ya community, pushin' to the masses
So how I'm supposed to respect the "intellectual" that doesn't put it into-
Practice? You said it was practice vs. Ward cause he left you clean in a box
Excuses, you supposed to be the cream of the crop
A real competitor would've ran it back, but a kings what you not
You couldn't beat him on URL or King Of The-
Dot! Stop tryin' to act like Gotti, you don't move like him
Peer pressure, B wanna be where the C's at like you typin'
You don't shoot these guns, we don't wanna see you load the piece
You supposed to give 'em that depth, that content, that substance, that poet-
Tree bars? You was standin' behind a branch Geech'?
Yo if shots would've came ya way, please tell me, what was your plan-
B, I seen your Stricc battle, I know the angles you might try
But currently, you're employed on a league called, "Guardians Of The Kulture" and the owner is a white-
Guys like you, belong on witness protection
You're steadily rising to the top and your brother barely gettin' a mention?
Now Gotti I ain't gon' talk 'bout how you escape jail that's your business I get it
But now it makes sense you left Dot behind since you known to never finish a sentence
I said Loso!
What's up what's up what's up?
Look what the streets done brought in
Oh, it's a Kemetic Blood plus the mascot for every tree in Compton
Well if Blood get outta line he gonna receive a coffin
And they gon' have to monitor a Crip like Steven Hawkins
I said, Twork told everyone ya government Marcus, let's have a heart to heart
Do you empower the people or just got a team full of shooters
Are you Marcus Garvey or Marcus Smart?
I said, we know the answer, it's big C's, he on that squad tip
But life's short so watch what you say about God, Crip
Ayo, word of advice to (De)Marcus Cousins you can act big on the block
And still get dropped quick
Ayo Charles! We ain't forget about you, you little starvin' artist
Facts
Yo, do you evolve or do you just talk a good game?
Are you Charles Darwin or Charles Barkley?
Every time you link up with Gotti you start feelin' evil
Cause right after Charles' man's sin (Manson) you get to killin' people
They said this was a style clash
I agree
Fire
Trash
They finna be Matthew:1
Spending the whole battle battling God
And end up losing the battle to us
That's one

We got Geechi Gotti and
Black African power
Nah n***a we gonna need that red hoody Dot if we gon' do this sh*t
Yeah you right...n***a you'se a b*t*h!
The tool is gripped
I roll up slow, peel once
Nah, bro you supposed to overdose
Well I'm not the shooter Gotti
In order to box these n***as you supposed to show the ropes
You right, I'ma shoot 'til these n***as sleepin', this my coma toast (comatose)
Even after they dead?
Yeah it's never over Loc
Even if they spirits flyin', clip they wings
Oh that's how you catch the holy ghost
Now you gon' watch yo' bro get smoked when I'm toting the weapon
You know what we reppin'
I'm kill ya dog in front of you, I don't give a f**k if your Lord is ya Shepherd
This war here is epic
Two Christians versus a Crip and a woke n***a that bang Blood still
Let slugs peel, pop pop
I put white on a dead Columbian; bad drug deal
Cuz chill
These n***as goin' out like Jesus ain't no reason to lie
But he was on a cross, they goin' out on a shirt
Well they both was on tee's (T's) when they died
We finna ride, this ain't no religious sh*t like we pickin' sides
And don't y'all n***as beef with Muslims?
I don't know why Gotti, they both believe in a lie (Allah)
Well he finna die
And it's sad cause he ain't get to live that much
While his eye was on the sparrow, mine was on a scope tryin' to hit that chump
Donnie McClurkin live
Cause when he fell down he didn't get back up
Grip that snub and take this sh*t to a rare level
I air metal
Lucifer, shootin' out the cannon, yeah a real dare devil
I scare devils, cause my heart colder than most
Extension, I was around polls (poles) before I was old enough to vote
My bro wit' the smoke, so stop poppin' it
They say Loso got a lot of fans, well it's no problem when
I chase a n***a down wit' the .45, now that's a cult (Colt) followin'
No dodgin' it, when the .4 spit, just forfeit
Dot they got us backwards
Well when we draw that'll get "Ward" flipped
More clips, get ya sh*t smacked, big strap
We already killed y'all this a mismatch
Ain't no reason to battle Hymns, we can skip that
I wanna Sensei, but Saga said nobody can beat him, only himself
And he meat that
Dispatch, we got a Pan-African in front of white boy 'bout to get b*t*h slapped
But dawg, ain't you da gawd (God), why don't you get at him (Adam)?
I'm 'bout to make a b*t*h outta you, ribs cracked
Back broke, neck broke, he in all kinds of pain
He'll need a rod and a staff to comfort him
Cause he ain't gon' be able to walk without a cane
Aye, it's kinda strange
You seen Loso wear a doo rag?
Yeah that sh*t a phase
Well you battling Surf or me aimin' a burst
Only time you gettin' a wave
Dig they graves, it's time to line up the Christians
f**k they width and they length, we gon' stuff 'em in a box and cork screw 'em down a spot that we digged them
See I done been to burials and that ain't how the story goes
Well the plot has been twisted
See I might've just missed but now everybody wanna do these deep third rounds
Well we not even trippin'
I got a scope so dope could hit any god he's pretendin'
Spot him from distance
I see a bunch of little deities
And if he brings some mo' in (Samoan)
We preyin' (praying) on many gods
Polytheistic
West side is the bidness, we bred different, lead spittin'
Yo' next battle rounds gon' be jotted down in the hospitial
That's bed ridden (written)

{B. Dot falls into Geechi}

Dead kicked him, I K-Shine ya sh*t
Nah, I'm here to bring change, Obama sh*t

{B. Dot falls into Geechi again}

Nah, nah, two arms when I cross, I'll align ya sh*t

{B. Dot falls into Geechi a third time}

Nah, nah, nah two arms when I cross, black power, Wakanda sh*t

{B. Dot falls into Geechi a fourth time}

Wake up my n***a, you-
goin' in and out of consciousness!
And when it's real, y'all can tell
See if you can make n***as believe them lies
Time

Ayo Ward I heard your rebuttal game crazy
Do I got a rebuttal? The answer is "yes"
When A spaz, it's like ya name brands
When we battled I put hands to ya set
In other words, look at ya hoodies I got the Champion check
Now let's talk
Yo Gotti, every time you say, "Every (f**kin') Bar"
The world knows it's not true
I mean, Nitty and Bigg K can kinda get away wit' it
But the world knows it's not you
So every time you say, "Every (f**kin') Bar"
We just laugh and agree bro
Yo that's like Ben Simmons saying, "Every (f**kin') three"
Or Shaq sayin', "Every (f**kin') free throw"
I said bro, we got the cheat code, somebody gotta say "goodbye"
He get a left hook
I hit him with a crazy right
Somebody tell BIG, "good night"
A couple divas, they get a double feature
I'll knock out six sense
And then five'll (Fievel) Goes West with a lazy eye
I ain't playin', right?
Ayo I promised blood
We share a convenient
You'll get a left jab
There's the punishment
Get Got' got
Bro spare the stuttering
Right (write) hooks
Where's my publishing?
Listen, I'm lovin' it, but they said they got the weapon c*cked?
Give Loc a motion (locomotion) to move and he gon' catch a box
Ayo listen, all we know if B rolled then he get an extra shot
Nobody knows where we set the plot
Well what if Charles family wants to know where he's buried, do they get the box?
I ain't givin' no clues, I tell 'em if they find Geechi casket, it'll connect the (to) Dots
Now! You ain't leavin' out the venue
I knew what this plate had to offer
I was readin' off the menu
You wasn't worth half of what they pay you
I'm thinkin' that offends you
Cause every dollar
Hurts (Hertz)
The budget
Like I'm seeking out a rental
You ain't got pain leakin' out ya pencil
Yo every other line you just squeezin' off a pistol
I'm better than this man
What you're sellin' them is a scam
I bring Gawd (God) flips to the table like Jesus at the temple
This essential
And last week in Atlanta, you was up on that billboard
Bruh, they had you in the sky the highest
Yeah you got the win, I mean, with the lines provided
But we don't give credit for beatin' bum performances, put aside the bias
Yo I ain't seen a Twork (twerk) that terrible since Miley Cyrus
And just like that this finna get ugly
Ayo Ward, I bet they can set trip if they hit buddy
Yeah cause I have a Blood crippin'
And leave a Crip bloody
Yo this Nutty
I understand when it comes to you pounds just ain't trendin' topics
Let me guess, you catchin' bodies since kindergarten you been the hardest
But B tryin' to turn a new leaf in life, your friend is conscious
Don't you know puttin' your circle around Dot makes him a target?
You see how murder wrecks lives? You gotta stop quick
I mean, what's your honor guarding if you deal with trials by lettin' the Glock spit?
See B, he wants a paradigm shift
And I kinda agree with the plot twist
Cause if you look at his foundation, it's never rattled
Exactly, it's all about the people that Dot Mob(b)'s with
That's kinda crazy y'all, cause if you think about it he said, "Deal", "Your Honor", "Murda" "Rex"
Bro, you was schemin' and you the best out, wait
How did you just do a Dot Mobb scheme and you left out Snake?
First off, don't ever question my schemes
Gettin' everybody in that mug could be a hassle though
But I ain't leave out Snake
I said, "king", "garden", "anaconda" and "rattle" bro
I would never critique y'all for bein' Blood and Crip
I'm a hood scholar, the origin? I know exactly what it is
When they were bombin' and lynchin' people of color, puttin' everybody in the ground
Gangs were created to protect everybody in the town
Okay, so what you're sayin' is the originality of gang bangin', they didn't necessarily believe in crime
They just had to resort to that cause most of their important leader's died?
That's a fact bro
So what about Medger Evers?
He was shot in the back of his own driveway
What about Bunchy Carter?
He was setup by the FBI so he could die, wait
The Black Panther leader was drugged, and then he was shot and then they put a round in Hampton
Ohh, so these youngsters have no clarity in life but mentors and when they don't, this is what's bound to happen
And y'all know that, right?
Don't blame the past
I mean, I guess when you makin' cash
You start to entertain that garbage you claim to hate so bad
That's why you remind us of the Houston Astros, but not because you pitch base
And when you hit home you feel safe at last
Because when we rewind the tapes there's still (steal) signs of you bangin' trash
They said this was a style clash
Yo Ward I agree
Fire
Trash
Yeah they finna be mad as can be
You spend the whole round battling God
And end up losing the battle to me
That's round

Ayo, this was supposed to be Geechi & Rum, 'til I came through with the tools gripped
Dumped twice, givin' two sh*ts
Lead shots
Every Fuccin'-
Baow, baow, now y'all the two Crips
I'm too lit
Oh chill Dot, you supposed to be leadin' the blind
But they don't feel Dot, they'd rather EFB
And though I'm not Rum, this still (distill) shots
f**k them battle rap guns, get a real Glock
Aim it at head then, blow over your noodles like the meal (mil') hot
You just got married, I'll make that b*t*h give me the Jill Scott
For real, she a soul snatcher, tryin' to kill a n***a like real cops
The mil' c*cked, or I'm raisin' the Smith &
Grazed him and missed him
He in the hospital, we on the way to go visit
Kill Loso first, then it's off to the races (racist)
Soon as the gun go off
Baow! Take a Horse outta stable condition
You better pray with conviction, and see if He cares
I don't even think He can hear
I'll kill that n***a you believe in, get to lettin' off this whole f**kin' clip in the air
Think apartment livin', you the downstairs neighbor trippin'
What that mean?
Grab the sweeper, get to knockin' at the man upstairs
Oh this ain't even fair
How we playin' God, maneuver ya fate
Check ya itinerary cause I tend to carry, put two in ya face
If gettin' money's on the agenda, then you gon' drop cream
They done put a Ruin Your Day
And I'm through wit' the K
Gauge wit' me, the 12 walkin' wit' me ain't disciples
From the Old Testament to the new, the information is vital
I'ma cold killer the way I be chasin' my rivals
Lay down a gang of good books before I shoot you
We can see y'all lie on a stack of Bibles
These raps is tribal
But the Blood & Crip sh*t ain't gon' divide us
Nah man, we familiar with the thieves we known to ridas
How can y'all go to war with two n***as that's prone to violence?
When ya armor's disgustin'
Ew, so many chinks
Coronavirus
You know they liars
Christian n***as talkin' like they squabble with hands though
This The Mafia, no Marlo Brando
Conscious brother so when I affirm I fire sticks
I'm talkin' Palo Santo
Check ya mans Los'
When I let it ring I ain't callin' on Ward
Last time we battled, I had my face painted, now I'm drawin' on yours
Damn we nice, but all that tough talk gon' get ya family strike
Well I'll kill his uncle and you do the opposite Got' (God)
You mean kill his auntie? (Anti) Christ
Ya mans is light
But we heavy in the streets, never ran from trouble
If you ain't heard of me, that's cause that cans was muzzled
Ward will never hear the round
Good, now that's somethin' he can't rebuttal
And when it's real
Y'all can tell, you can see it in his eyes
Go 'head, see if y'all n***as can make them n***as believe them lies

Yo Ward!
What's up?
They was kinda spazzin' so I hope your rebuttal game's still crazy
You know it pal
Babysittin' the shot, I hold the crown
You said it was supposed to be Nitty?
Psssst, we could've got Nitty beat, it's goin' down
We've been battlin' two rounds and haven't introduced y'all to what we've got
Welcome to the Horsemen verses-
Wait for it...Tree Dot
First off, I be feelin' really bad when it comes to the tweets bro
Have y'all been on social media, and see how the people treat loc?
Geechi will say somethin' random like, "Bruh I love them Hawaiian sweet rolls"
The first response under it will say, "Yeah. But A. Ward 3-0"
And B. Dot, you know we went at it like some true kings
Remember my second round about multiple wives? Yo I was hopin' you learned a few things
I mean online you say you not a polygamist, but is you goin' through some mood swings?
Cause you called me earlier today complainin' about ya hotel because ya room didn't come with two queens
I said, Loso you gotta chill with the jokes, they expect room shakers
A Christian in Jersey ain't Duke's savior
Our crew favor
I got it from here, our crew greater
I'm pushin' buttons over here, it's two player
I snuck the .380 in Ward, the bouncer did me a huge favor
You just gonna force the baby out? Induce labor?
I mean Dot does it, why can't we? The tool spray ya
Nah bro, keep it at bay
At Bay? Baow
Bro no! I meant to use later
Bro we don't just shoot haters
It's gotta be communication and chemistry, it's too major
I mean, now they in the newspaper
Suited up for Ward like Ooops tailor
In the casket, lookin' real clean in that new blazer
Aye you know what? They gonna have Crips around the box sendin' up a few prayers
All yellin' out, "Cuz (cause)! Cuz (cause)! Cuz (cause)!"
More than excuse makers
Loso! You gotta tell me how that's Christian
One line you comin' out the war clean, the next line you gat's spittin'
What do you mean, "How's that Christian?" Don't we usually grab the nose right before the baptism?
Bro, I'm still not feelin' it, right?
Cause you catch a murder charge then you dealin' with life
Plus cuz is dead to me
Have you heard of "double jeopardy"?
I saw your battle with Geechi, they can't charge you with killin' him twice
Yo Loso, in all honesty, respect, but you gotta stop liftin' the mag'
Bro worry about yourself cause B. Dot can't wait for you to get in his bag
Whatchu mean?
I mean, you're white, from the south, and Christian, that's bad
I hope you're equipped for this spaz
Of course I am, I know I'm a guest in battle rap
That's why I stopped by the office and got my visitor's pass
Aye! A. Ward! Welcome to battle rap
Bro I'm already feelin' fly and sick
First of all, Ward, we don't say "fly" we say, "Yo, this is kinda lit."
Kinda lit? Cool, yo that's litty
Okay bet
Bruh, how much- I didn't bring any cash with me
No, no, no, "bet" means "I agree"
Now take your shoes off at the door and bro, get ya hat
Okay, cool
Ayo Loso
At what point and time do I get to spit some raps?
Bro! Please stop
You are whiter than the cocaine served by T-Top
Yo listen, Black History Month just finished
Bet
And I'm usually not into giving free shots
Bet
So I'ma start you off with an easy battle
Okay who?
A. Ward, meet B. Dot
Oh hell no
Look bro, I know my place
I was captivated by hip hop at a young age, I can show you dates
God dealt my mother a rough hand and kept a poker face
I learned every word to 'Regulate' when I was just over 8
We had no steak knives, silver spoons, or golden plates
Income based apartments, government housing had no escape
My mom and dad split, their marriage was thrown away
If you ever heard me say the term 'Meet The Parents' I was referring to the track on that Hova tape
So yes, you right, I'm white
And guess what, there is privilege livin' with that
But white never stopped your idol Kendrick from throwin' Em' on a track
When you called Ooops a corrupt politician it was wack brother
Cause you let a white man pay you to be on a white league and slander your black brother
You bum
Geechi!
Now every time you spit a third round about a person that's missin'
I tend to relate in a sense, but with a personal interest
I lost a provider of my family when he was cursed by the system
Before I learned his condition I had no urge to forgive him
I was cryin' out to God before I even heard of a Christian
So yeah those thirds that be hittin'
About a family or friend you haven't heard from but listen
I lost both the same day my father was murdered in prison
So when you glorify jail to these kids to gain clout cuz
I'm over here tryin' to prevent them from to the same cell my father never made it out of
We ain't come to get personal with you
We brought enough bars to body you and any person that's with you
That's why I got charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
I tell 'em God is good
Just so you don't lose your soul

Talkin' to B. Dot, talkin' to Gotti
Deep third rounds, I knew they'd take that route
If yo' pops would've had a banger on him in jail he prolly would've made it out
Aye, but these n***as use religion as a trick, y'all only here for the chips
How does that work?
Every weekend a different state, a different battle, when are y'all ever at church?
But see, we known for walkin' 'round with straps
Y'all n***as prolly walk around with Bibles in the jeans
Prayin' for animals, humans, and blessings for all living things
I'm just praying at that when I kill a n***a God don't intervene
f**k a n***a mean?
I'm done talkin', I'ma let the TEC's just speak
Gun shot, bullet goin' through skin
Well He always told y'all how the flesh was weak
So how can y'all harm the boy?
I practiced in the Art Of War
I done got forgiven for sh*t I wasn't even sorry for
Palm the .4, I keep the heat
Face shot, he neckless (necklace) like the Jesus piece
Fun fact about me, my pop's preached
So the way I use these words is a gift
But see, I seen him on that pulpit
Uses them verses, thinkin' that sh*t was legit
Then I went to juvenile
He said, "Son, I'ma come visit you" and never came
Right then I knew even his word wasn't sh*t
But you?
You wanna be on Smack so bad and everybody can tell
For real
I mean, it's like, if you was the King Of The Dot champion, you would still take a PG
And that sh*t is wack as hell
Think about it though, that's like, doin' all this preachin' and end up still goin' to Hell

Well, is it the slave ship that saved sh*t?
Or is it the gun bar spray clips that Tay spits?
So many thoughts to fathom
But this what happens when n***as believe in the Bible so much they wanna get in front of a giant and sling rock sh*t at 'em
Stop the actin'
It's outta this world to think you have rockets blastin'
DNA exposed it wasn't in ya jeans (genes) no need to pocket tap him
Gots to ask him
Do you believe or not?
Like, do you call on the Lord or do you ring a shot?
Another fake ass Christian
Just cause a n***a backsliding don't mean this king'll pop
Bring a mop
It's finna be a mess, God bless
I done smoked the best, but I was influenced to do this under stress
None the less
I'm at this Aryian, Aaron to air out why we opposite
You came in this game on some apostle sh*t
You told us, "Don't worry about the time. God is always good."
Now you clockin' it
You've been off track, lost, lookin' for an engineer
I fear it's too punchin' in ya awful mix
But you've been audited
We looking through your investment in yo' message and seen you only got a return after slidin' sh*t
You divided it, literally, a prophet split soon as you seen the profits split
You climbin' the ranks, no thanks to the bars about God you spit, but rather the violent hits
You at K.O.T.D., literally, becoming the king of dottin' it
It's obvious
You traded gun bars for punch bars, just like Saga did
I mean, he drowning n***as in holy water and you tellin' us how you rock with fists
Y'all got so tired of hearin' 'bout the gun bars, you thought if you add a punch, it'll shut us up- put a sock in it
I'm not convinced, that y'all n***as can swap and switch
From poppin' clips to sockin' lips to "God is that" and "God is this"
Y'all lettin' these b*t*hes get by (bi), actin' like real n***as and that's what got us this
And I worship, my goddess
You still gotta convince me ya God exists
Like, if you don't get the point tell ya God assist
Like if ya God is so real, He would stop me, right now, dead in the middle of my r-
Gotcha b*t*h
That's not for this
Me usin' gun bars don't contradict
I follow no executive orders
I'm independently {gun c*cks} droppin' hits
Me usin' gun bars don't contradict
Besides, there's always a time and place to pipe down
That's somebody everybody can feel, a real common sense
You're moderate
This is a Blood and Crip conglomerate versus a congregation of n***as who's dissin' is cognitive
I listen, to your pretentious disposition and my n***a, I'm on to it
You tryin' to judge my n***a for bein' a Compton Crip?
You obnoxious prick
You never had to live how he lived
If you don't know what's behind our door don't be knockin' it
Don't be knockin' at our f**kin' door!
What if I'm Jehovah's Witness?
This is a different Speed no mockin' it
No comparing it to
I put in work, you cheat
Versus Geech' you listed some of the problems but never listed the variables
And that's that arrogant you
Excuse me, that Aryian you
You know, the God that can't see how y'all dump drugs in the black community from ya aerial view
Well come down here for a few
Let me teach the situation
Before you try to speak to n***a bangin'
Talk about how y'all put drugs in the black community
Made Bloods and Crip trip and lead to devastation
Talk about how y'all snuck in to our organization
We peeped the infiltration
Talk about the 80's crack rock on every back block, the fiends was really shakin'
You was talkin' 'bout my n***a's kids going to see him in jail
I can't believe what you were sayin'
When white folks been havin' black kids-
{B. Dot smokes out of an imaginary pipe}
-touchin' glass before Geechi visitation
I'm the leader for a nation
And you know I'm reppin' the west
Let somebody book us A. Ward and I'ma tell you the rest

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