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Kid Chaos vs. Real Sikh
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In our whole cla**, you be talkin' the most It kinda gettin' me mad I'll make you shut the f**k up, I'm tired of listenin' to that Fire in this entire environment with a mag' and shoot this whole sh*t up to quiet Kid in the cla** I'ma rip him in half Been pushin' for the smoke, line up rookies in a row I put a bullet in they dome Said I shouldn't be this cold, but you can only understand my point of view if you lookin' through a scope I'm puttin' on a show, he dyin' the whole time Ridin' wit' iron I'll hit his eye with a .4-5 Prolly get the left and right 'til he go blind Like debatable battles, fire on both sides Wanna start war? Bomb thrown in his face His arm goin' this way His torso outta frame Rest of his body parts fallin' on stage His name "Chaos" so I'ma have him all over the place Steam ain't better Creep wit' lethal weapons I keep Berettas, sneakin' Reach for metal than he could get a gun b*** Leave a dent in it 'til I give the voice in his head a speech impediment Keep ya energy Hope all of it's spent well You scream? I grab you by your collar and then yell Like, "Yo, what up?" Then his talkin' just went frail After I yoke him he'll be walkin' on eggshells So sit cool Sikh rude Get stupid, swing too, I dip/move Hit dude with a quick boop Kick through him, big boots With chin music, we switch to the six-shooter The revolver, like fake news I put a different spin to it I'm in your crib pacin' the hall, put your head through sheet rock Get the neighbors involved, sh*t break through brick layers and all I pull the Tom' out and have Kid facin' the wall I'm Sikh My religion taught me warrior tactics Slowly will stab his gut forward and backwards Pokin' his abs when his organ collapse he dyin' on the inside like he holdin' a laugh in I go to the max, his dome'll get clapped Blown out of proportion, he over dramatic, I want him thrown in a casket I'm showin' him 'matics With my fingers crossed, cause I'm hopin' it happens I know you wanna call time, I'm done son I ain't tryin' to have this battle tied at 1-1 Y'all think I'm gonna be the guy this chump slumps? Alcohol poisonin', you got Sikh (sick) f**ked up Jersey One, two, buckle my f**kin' shoe Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone What's up Real Sikh? My name is "Default" And I'm the ideal battle rapper So Chaos thought it would be best if I meet you first Cause he's concerned That you're a little too naïve about this here battle rap sport So there's some things you need to learn So again b*t*h my name "Default" You ain't ask me when I come I bring havoc, wild ravage, attackin' him from the jump Boy you average, and I be spazzin', boy you think your rappin' gon' get me done? Yeah? Well what you gon' do when I do a setup and end it with an a***ogy for a gun? I'm askin' homie, huh?! Whatchu gon' do Sikh? You need a tool kit I know you ain't built like that cause I'm the blueprint I do this You ain't even a fraction of me So you get two fists Drop bombs on bin Laden over here and make the room spin Oooh sh*t! Did you just see what I can do? I just made a racial punchline that doesn't actually apply to you And half the people liked it too The other half find it cool and yeah that style supplies the noose But I'm tryin' to help you get inside the loop Boy I'm the truth! Where y'all find this dude? I know he average and I go dumb hard Head Shot! ... I have nothin' to follow that just know you can't go too long in a battle without a gun bar BAOW! So BAOW! Now I gotta hold like it's a fo' fifth Baow baow I did it again but this time it was combined with a flow switch Ooh sh*t! But that don't trip, right? Cause even if it happens that you spit the raps them cats choose I'ma still look like a winner B*t*h I'm part of a battle rap group I am N.W.-Cave-Horse-Every F**kin' Gang And we go to our A.A. meetings so yeah in the past we've had boo's (booze) but now we get drunk off our juice See we know how to get a buzz without actually have proof That means we're literally punch drunk So anyway Back to where y'all found this dude Anyone can do what this clown can do he's out there- HEAD SHOT F**K! I keep tryin' to break down this dude with a pound to shoot But every time I try my settings just won't allow me to Hold up give me a second F**k it, liftin' the weapon It don't matter what I say, long as I got plenty aggression This end in a second You think your lyrical miracle sh*t is impressive? That don't get a connection Do you know how many current events I can reference? Or how many bars I can reuse of which we've heard endless impressions? For instance just check it I'm 'bout to put you in a box cause my gift is my presence (presents) I am sick! Sayin', "Sikh, you better get with the program Cause I've been on my sh*t, ever since I've been programmed." I used to have my own ident**y and style, never listen to no man And now...wow, every battle I know the compet**ion has no chance So what I'm givin' you bro ham, is that work Head shot Look at this as a blessin' Head shot Chaos will turn and I hope you 'bout to get the message Head shot He 'bout to return so before the cameraman lenses can catch him They gon' see me goin' on and on and on cause I'm just a reflection Your fans told me you a god with the ink Well your writin' better be exquisite If he'll bring the weaker writtens I will beat him senseless Paramedics speed to fix him That means that if the god of the ink come (income) below average he gon' need a**istance Against Lu they had him losin' How is he the number one seed comin' into this But me and Jey had battle of that night (Nite)? Think stupid He can't compare to me or Jey (Jay) and be first seed, Kid blew (Blu) it Sayin' he got snubbed, I hate y'all dudes At least we gettin' paid while we pay our dues So I'ma take yours too Raise my tool like, "You got robbed last event? This deja vu." I make my moves This raisin' stock for me 'til I get paid a lot by Beas' I'ma take deposit fees with a blatant robbery Like the Reganomics scheme that'll make your pockets clean like a Vegas slot machine This ain't a lot for me to get three rounds done Material I ain't even spend a week on son Don't think that name flippin' sh*t is beyond us I do numbers with Kid's name like Elon Musk I knew I'd be on one when they booked him for me Against Nitewing I got my foot in this league But I wanted to cook him for free So I could've took Nite (night) light and put Kid to sleep South Carolina vs. the Devil from Jersey, send him to surgery Deadin' him early, extendo is dirty His head got every round, no body, this a gentleman's 30 They said he was worthy, like he deserve a plate I sent an early great to the Pearly Gates Got the nerve to say he got star power potential I murder case so when he say he got somethin' "special" it's a .38 Your first mistake was ignorin' every thought you had about backin' out And goin' through the door Now talk is an option I ain't explorin' anymore The hammer get rid of Chaos, order in the court This ordinary war I've been too locked with a pistol c*cked, an issue can get you shot You shouldn't take me light, you get sent to God Nobody took me for a joke, so Kid you not Sikh Ultimate...sadness You know to be honest, I don't quit sh*t But I almost let them "nahs" influence me to end this But I'm glad I never washed my hands with it I would've never had the opportunity to get Sikh (sick) B*t*h it's Chaos I take off Cause my style is a departure from anything they saw It's like a mob meeting you know what I bring to the table is I push the envelope And I'm just hopin' that it pays off So say dawg You might be big on some buff sh*t And physically many think I may be too little to budge him But you 'bout to get your come upance Cause if y'all get a gut feelin' from brother than y'all should leave if y'all feel Sikh (sick) to your stomach I mean they say you the favorite But with a nickel I can put some change in the top pick But that's a different discussion But you come from the immigrant struggles And maybe that's why they felt the need to get you a custom (accustom) Now I'm not to turn this into me coming at his religion, but f**k it How you Sikh, and in a tournament tryin' to prove you were sick? I thought y'all didn't believe in gettin' no judgement Hmm? No, no, no, no You not Real Sikh, tryin' to prove you real sick like a scammer took your ident**y from you No, no, no, no You not Real Sikh, tryin' to prove you real sick like you tryin' to get some prescriptions to hustle And that get me to struggle Aww sh*t, his top hit Watch this You know his blood streamin' when his arm Twitch Now the dog whip, and I get locked quick So like an auction I'ma have to do a bid to get the car flip I'ma god, Sikh I mean, you know they used to call the Kid a "Rugrat"? Cause if you play in the pen you in trouble And that's somethin' you should feel (Phil) a Lil' to win (twin) this but brother we still gotta deal (Dil) with each other Now you're in quite the Pickle my brother But forget this discussion Shot through your Achilles The doctors can't st**ch ya for nothin' No more House Party's for you, 'less they can get a tendon (a ten in the) to function Let's switch up the muzzle Baow Your head'll leak like some information got decrypted or somethin' Now every secret you had will sit on your stomach But how can we expect you to hold water if you kickin' the bucket B*t*h I Will Shoot You In... The Face ...Numerous Times The Glock I'm sprayin' will make a mess I'll pop a hater with the TEC His conscious raises then it fell Now everything he thought is layin' on his breast So when forensics got to the scene They said, "It looks as if the shots were concentrated on his chest." Boy whatcha thinkin' 'bout? You wanna prove you got heart, a life or death situation will bring it out Cause if threats is what you speak out loud Your death it shall be pronounced I'm teachin' English now cause really it really sounds like a silent letter Cause you won't hear me be (B) in "doubt" You see it now? B*t*h a motherf**ker stole $25,000 from me! I don't feel like I wasn't pa**in' God's test And to be honest, promises I made my mom The reason motherf**kas like you ain't be robbed yet I want the arms stretched Outside wit' it, b*t*h that's a bomb threat Fresh out of prison with a semi So if we ever misunderstandin' I'm takin' it out of context (con TECs) You know, if you have a misunderstanding it's taken out of context God bless But before I end this sh*t You know how you could really benefit? If you were to ever get some drip You get a glimpse of this Contagious Take it from me You with me Sikh (sick)? Time Y'all think that sh*t is hard Starting a long a** scheme instead of makin' it simple And then eight bars in you still ain't in the middle He's not rappin' he's just...over explainin' a riddle He say so much, just to say so little If all you have is schemes, it sounds like you startin' cla** Let me put it in a way you'll understand Toss them raps in a garbage bag Your material's waste, if it needs to be broken down it belongs in trash He don't rap, he just over explains a riddle He say so much just to say so little He even scheme when he talk to chicks, he think he smooth low key She's like, "What's battle rap. Sounds cool. Show me." Instead of just puttin' YouTube on screen he gon' start all the way from Busy Bee and Kool Moe Dee Talkin' 'bout how them two the true O.G.'s He like, "Back then, all them had to do it on beat." You gon' lose those cheeks By the time you get to Mook in '02/'03 it'll be two whole weeks It's O.D If somethin' is simple he gotta change it Like with that chick Blve Cocaine Y'all was datin' then y'all split When they asked what caused the break-up, you know what she said? "He made it complicated." He don't rap, he just over explainin' a riddle He say so much just to say so little You think punchin' with a flow is so basic It's much worse to have a dope concept than over complicate it If this boxin' than I'm throwin' combinations He's settin' up the punch so long it's in slow motion I can sway it Duck, uppercut, no more conversations Talkin' 'bout your pen means nothin' today Your pen is at home, I'm in front of your face I'm done with this lame I gotta talk to the fans All the ones that was hatin', I got somethin' to say Y'all be payin' for most these dudes at Summer Madness They show up with two rounds in a battle they havin' They get off stage, you say they had them a cla**ic "He'll do better next time. It happens. It happens." Us new guys be fightin', no status just pa**ion Fully prepped, and we the ones you fans are attackin'? Callin' our rhymes "filler" that we crafted and practiced Like we the ones wrong for actually rappin'? F**k that We travelin' during a pandemic to provide entertainment for y'all cause the fans said it I ain't sayin' "Don't have opinions", you can judge us to death But when you come up with your judgment show some f**kin' respect And while I got a platform, I gotta bring this more attention Black Lives Matter, you either with it or against it Until this sh*t is ended it's "f**k the police" for their corruption and greed No justice no peace Sikh I say, now Sikh, I'm offended Cause these last couple months I've been hearin' you brag about this little position you're sittin' And I can't help but get the impression that you don't understand the extent of your privilege You've been down talkin' battlers with your nose in the air as if this sh*t is a given Yeah Caffeine think you got a dope style But you're only being profiled cause you fit a description I mean, don't get me wrong, your pen be spazzin' But don't give us static You went in the brackets cause you isn't black And therefore get to tap into different demographic They can stand to make a mint to have ya Tic Tac's but that sh*t is backwards, Smack switch ya tactics I mean, I sense your pa**ion But in yo' battle with Jey you was dumpin' on bro Sayin' his chokin' was stuntin' his growth And that should be easy not to do on a SMACK stage B*t*h, how the f**k would you know? You ain't top tier Your "win" on Smack was not clear But now you the freshman tryin' to tell the sophomore about high school? Hoe shut up, you just got here Now I'm not sayin' what you spit is trash But you shouldn't even be in this cla** You are absent Sikh (sick) and to excuse that they felt they need to let you get a pa** Now we can go t** for tat But I don't think you no seasoned vet Yes, eventually you could be the best But at the current moment you're a battle rap coupon You're hoping that this count (discount) cause you tryin' to redeem yourself I mean come on bro I know ya homies they love you and that go to ya head But that slowly grows to a moment that exposes yo' flesh But anyone that quote it would yell go to home alone and stay promoting yo' health You don't quarantine with nobody else And that way Sikh (sick) can finally get over his self B*t*h! Boy can you shut up? Cause ya luck's up Like the beginning to a Law & Order scene boy you're done done (dun dun) You think I give a f**k if you buff brah? Uh huh Stupid, you'll still get robbed for what you Got took in two Pop, get ya shoes, shot So it's leg day And I'm behind him makin' sure got it and I make dude spot So when I let it go what he gon' do? Squat Oooh god What? Aww sh*t, look out I'm on the run like a crook Clip long as a ruler, uh oh, something's a foot (afoot) Face shot Me and you two weeks ago, I'ma f**k up a look Yeah, just shoot the guy, keep my movie rights cause this one's for the books And before I go I wanna say rest in peace to George Floyd I'm so glad we don't gotta watch NFL right now No lines or fouls or no hikes or downs But we still gotta watch a black man and ain't no f**kin' quarterback take a knee And have his time run out And that make me wanna run out the clock Any one of them pussies that resemble a threat Cause if I watch my brother or sister die instead of being with them in death, I couldn't live with myself And that sound lonely don't it? But see the worry deep cause when ya turn to see ya hurtin' people Would rather turn the cheek or turn to Jesus Hatin' everything about slavery except for the f**kin' religion they gave us that inadvertently encourage evil And that's the same Bible they swear on when the jury see you They prefer you feeble It's not crooked cops, it's a crooked system Hell, I don't trust attorney's neither But on that I'm a firm believer What y'all gon' tell me though? "That don't make no sense Chaos just let it go." I don't give a f**k, I'm goin' out shootin' So afterwards you can call me, "stupid", I'll never know Cause I'm dyin' first Soon as it look like I might get hurt Too many times I ain't seen complying, now I'm absurd? Cause I won't let a racist system that didn't give my great grandfather human rights at birth Dictate to me what my life is worth? F**k that I'm shootin' first, I'ma leave it up to them to bust back This is a warrior's cry, a far cry from a tough act Cause I love "black" But it seem like we always takin' an L when we don't get that love "back" And I know we as battle rappers are prone to hyperbole But these words I speak are just facts It's gon' to be hard to Trump that So I'm sayin' god, and it's more than what I do with these bars Even down to the tune where I'm truly a star You think you provin' me wrong than go through all my songs And there be M.I.A., Music Is Art South Carolina
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