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Mike P vs. Real Sikh
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You two years early Askin' for my return to me, indeed...was daring I get you clear 30'd You simple son, you sweet, no need to be up fearing I feel disrespected when they say you anything like me I mean to me there's no comparing You got a lotta holes in ya game Sikh And as this battle progressed Now that a star's over you they will become glaring Snub airing BANG! Hittin' his guts with somethin' barbaric BANG! Blood mixed with is substance Cut his head into his lap, did his sh*t like a pumpkin Swear to God you'd have thrown up seeing Sikh (sick) to his stomach! This kid is nothin' And after this? Well they ain't gon' want you Playin' will haunt you I done made the grеatest feel awful Did you overlook me!? WOULD-BE! pu**y! ROOKIE! I'll slap thе training wheels off you! Off you It's the wrong move, get back to your post I'm a god writer, hard-wired, I rap from the mold You beat Magic Only accomplishment from that is ya quotes You a COVID baby, Sikh You benefit off of attacking the old Rap wit' a GOAT All greatness, jaw break him White boy, Molotov your whip, the car Cajun (Caucasian) Kick in the door, AR sprayin' Ya time's up Tick-tock (TikTok), kid You got a Renegade in ya crib...with arms wavin'! You? Should've no showed Too late, alright, slide, with a surprisingly low fo' fo' BANG! Unto the heavens you go bro He died young Caught a .45 in ya 20s: what an old soul The only news we got from Black Compass? Should've watched his Tone Bro Who convinced you? I'm the one to go all out with You a warm out, just stretch the arms out, this all about chips This sh*t the world to you, you're just a contract I ball out with This ain't my job Punjabi, it's a hobby I ain't obligated to call out Sikh (sick) I want bodies Italian god make y'all zombies 100 round drum but five were sent That's 5%, the God Body Mind scrambled I can end this all with a .9 handled You try and creep? You ever play Warzone? The slide cancelled Surf know that Hope you prep And do it more than those same moves we been peeped I lined my shots outside the box, the game moves within me Switch it up Just my cadence on this stage do you filthy Don't try to Surf 'cause you from Jers' You better Make Sure You Kill Me! But f**k a rhyme scheme, I scheme on these akhis Mask off, I know I'mma kill him, so I'm highkey He had his mask on, still spot him, I'll let five squeeze .9 beamed He was ID'd by his Pagri Angels? I'mma ghost something Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin' You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it Cut it! Mike P...the white me I heard you asked Smack and them to get this They said, "Mike Pulice wants to battle." I didn't plan for this intention See I hate airports It's always people with badges harassing me with questions This is the first time I get to takeoff in front of Pulice (police) and wasn't "randomly selected" I thought you quit sh*t, we thought you almost died Your supporters all thought while you were gone Stopped replyin' to your fans Only logged on Live Dyin' in Call Of Duty is the only time you respond (respawned) online You too sensitive for this, I'm surprised that you tried After NOME, you in the interview dryin' ya eyes I'm 'bout to say some mean sh*t, so just promise this time that you're not gonna cry You always have emotional rounds, jottin' ya lines How you was up, fell down, then got up to rock Bill Collector said, "My girl can't unswallow them guys" It's ironic that I, had to swallow my pride Shut the f**k up Shut the f**k up! You got rent to pay You feel miserable but the utility's due, ya debt's still buildin' too After ya last one, ya wanted to chill, quit then move But you back for the same reason you left; Bill's killin' you Want rhymes? So what's up? God mode, a bomb blowin' up Skull in ya stomach combined, body foldin' up Brain slides, all ya insides showin' up Got it spillin' like a wise decision; mind over guts I ain't no high roller but, I'm roll wit' a Hollow, I load it, Mike dyin' over them Or the .9 gon' hit ya, have ya eye swollen up Hit ya skull like a home wrecker, the side broken up See them glasses you be havin'? I'll stab ya wit' a dagger Get ya bifocals cut If they wide, both are shut Make you half blind so when the knife pokin' ya You'll see things from a different view, this an eye opener I'ma flip on this b*t*h, then switch into this f**k ya name flips, I'm gettin' Real sick (Sikh) of this sh*t I've been abusing ya type and the dudes say the strikes hittin' You get ruined tonight, I'm used to this fight business Move through him, I one-two him, I'm bruisin' his eye wit' it Beat him so black and blue he gon' lose all his white privilege I'm a militant Sikh, don't ever get it twisted I've got to stay armed, that's what it says in my religion We even got weapons in the temples that we sit in So why the f**k would I treat ya temple any different? Sikh: How's it feel gettin' smoked?! How's it feel gettin' smoked?! Mike P: You ain't smoking nothin' ...temple any different Liftin' the death toll with this meth smoker Let go a Pistola His body gettin' colder He dead? So what? I killed him with one, and still let the rest smoke him Now I'm feelin' like Ryda, givin' Mike my leftovers I heard the rhymes you use I'm not amused with ya sonic booms I'm volatile, better cop a room in a hospital What Italian mobster movie are you tryin' to do? I'mma shoot the vaffanculo, pasta noodle, gabagool out of you! This ya return? What kind of return did you have? Like, what traumatic experience you went through to deserve all the gas? They shot Surf in the back! Twork had a crash! Mike P left 'cause...'cause his girl got a past After you had a public meltdown then quit up out the game You think we about to believe any of this tough sh*t you 'bout to say? Your first battle you got hit in the mug And ever since you got snuffed, you've been tryin' to be quit to get to the punch You the Battle Rap Karen, with all that attitude It's part of you, you can't ignore it's natural You think you more adaptable cause you grew up in New York, it's laughable If you were raised two states away, you would've stormed the capitol You gon' wish this wasn't booked Mike P Call Of Duty is the only time you can kill people that look like me JERSEY, pu**y! The f**k outta here! They say you rap crazy, Sikh (I do) Sikh's crazy Crazy...Sikh ('Sup Mike?) Hey, um, I got a question bro Do you know what an "era" is? Cause to me, y'all sound like some dipsh*ts I mean you dope Don't get my judgement of your character twisted Can you manage to listen? An "era" is a long period of time With a particular feature or characteristic So how you claimin' that? Do not miss this part of the lecture Oh young man it takes years of hard work from every artist to measure Until you call it an era Error You think that 4-pack of battles you got is some illustrious art of endeavors!? He like, "Man, those times were crazy. Wasn't hard to remember It was fire. Me, Chaos, Jey. Fought through the embers Battle bars. We got scarred, now every artist is treasured." They like, "Damn, Sikh! What long period of time was this?" He like, "Coronavirus. Last March to December." How you claim you the new era? Sikh where? Dub that The current era where we still run the game, that sh*t ain't done scrap Me, Twork, Top, Brizz, Chess, Wess, Los', Rum, Ave Geechi Gotti, Saga, B. Dot, Ward, Drugz, Jakk' Evolved substance Evolved punchin' From the sh*t once dubbed SMACK Then we re-invented the wheel, so the sh*t won't run flat You been on a Hollywood set for eight months, fall the f**k back With Grind Time style, you're a "Been there done that" I'm the new era I'm the new era! Try to look at Sikh as he cook By my third battle, Street Fighter in the history books The new era; sh*t weird, pu**y you ain't been here Since Black Star closed we've put in real work for six years The new era You shoulda picked someone else Why'd you do it dude? You too in tune, my return is your death and you knew it to You claim my sh*t What a Parallel Universe we've gotten you into They compare us, but you could never be me Cause I'm more you than YOU! f**k that, up that, ya body? I put two into Bullet treat his vest and his chest like real love; through and through Who shot ya? I'm Big T with the boo-blaka He wanted to dance, I pulled up to the side of the whip with the piece and I Mufasa'd Let a b*t*h pop, thug flex Get ya sh*t rocked; snub next Or butterfly, with slit tops Wrist chop, than one TEC Than dub TECs Then best believe them that sh*ts c*ck, in one sec' It hit tops the sh*t pop Sikh (sick) drop; dubstep Get tossed, something without the pen To beat me, Sikh, you'd be Sikh Around 6 where we be, Sikh And we be sick, in the head Believe me, Sikh You bar 'em sloppy, carbon copy You a CC, Sikh Rocket launcher or Glock to torture What need be Sikh? You want me to heat seek Sikh or have the heat seat Sikh? Hit the room come out boomin' 'cause we G, Sikh I made 'em move without moving: I'll Ouija Sikh! Angels? I'mma ghost something Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin' You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it Cut it! Better try. That was a better try. Round of the year in 2020 {claps} That's the props that you given? Popular consensus, you brought up addiction More sloppy lines than a doctor's signature on a prescription Plot twist You wasn't someone that karma's forgiven Your confidence slippin' Horrible with Ryda and Bill, then... Quit, cause you forgot what you spittin' Nobody was surprised when you did it like the cops in the system We knew when we saw a choke on cam', Pulice (police) probably will quit it (acquitted) See you thought, the Universe was Parallel but this is a lesson on karma Cause in this world, everything is connected Want proof? While you, thought you were Parallel vs. Danny We saw you cross the line thinkin' he should've T'd off on you I can't count on my fingers the times you had to be fake In the middle of the ring on SMACK It's been a slap in the face You had a little fanbase We thought you was, "aight", until you battled Twork and started gettin' handshakes Playin' a false character to grab the fans The Hadouken, the Parallel, it all goes hand in hand See you thought- it's 'bout to get spooky You thought the universe was parallel but this is a lesson on karma Cause in this world everything is connected Ya stock was jumpin' 30'd Saga, body of the year Joined the tournament, then took the worst loss of your career So when you cried in front of Uncle Ra the sh*t was clear God was tellin' you after NOME you 'bout to drop a couple tiers (tears) You thought the universe was parallel but this is a lesson, on karma cause in this world everything is connected You exposed a rapper's girl, then your girl got her disguise blew Talked about Danny's wife on drugs, then your wife got drug into the public eye's view Looked like a b*t*h in the ring, then put a ring on ya b*t*h when you sayin' your vows you In a Parallel Universe staring at your chick like, "I do" You died two, times, this that, times two Pop doin' Hadoukens that wife the side boo Your battle rap brothers heard she had that fire and hid her behind you She through that fire back to ya kin (Ken), which one of y'all is really Ryu? Sikh: HUH!? f**k is he playin' with?! Yo, you ain't built for this no more man Mike: Hahaha Sikh: You ain't built for- you think it's funny. You gettin' killed Mike: No I'm not. No I'm not. f**k are you talkin' 'bout. Ain't nobody gettin' killed. What you talkin' 'bout? You ain't built for this no more You 'bout to have a kid you blessed bro I don't disrespect those but I can't help jokes Ya chick been with so many battle rappers, when your baby gets shown It's gonna come out the pu**y like, "I said yo!" Maaaaaan I wiiiiiiill, toss you somewhere without the pin I don't swipe debit, f**k a slight edit, you gettin' ya life ended For the right price, I strike twice Mike gettin' night nighted It might heighten your fight or flight senses Sight setting, I light up the cycle with light effort Bulldog biting Mike like Tyson, he light-headed I shouldn't shoot ya girl cause life precious But the fo' fo' still hittin' ya b*t*h like ya wife exes If that's somethin' you can't let slide You gotta quit battle rap, just die I gotta put him out his misery, it's past punchlines Kevin Hart on stage, I got bring Mike (mic) down to be a stand up (stand-up) guy Jersey! This is all off the help, of you motivating me to come back So here's your gunfight, draw off the belt You gettin' dog-walked as well You a plastic piece to Smack and Beas' They crank you up, you do the same movements, until you fall off the shelf Do you know me? Sikh, don't f**k yo' mind up, boy Any judgements you have on me tonight as a man, end of the line just noise I mean, with all the new guys I've showed the ropes to, you think you'd find some ploy? Like I'm exploiting y'all and not sacrificing my name for hoisting y'all as a prime cut choice Cause they don't do it, so I gotta do it So you gon' rhyme what boy? I said, "You" they asked for, "Nitty" Literally, ignored my request, they head your way and slide some coins That should provide some poise Sikh you have no idea how many string I pull behind the scenes, so y'all don't wind up (windup) toys What you gon' say? You on Double Impact? Dawg, you on there cause you fit the theme of vets and rookies You on the Super Fight because of me I'm not saying you wouldn't be, booked if it ain't for me But dawg, you'd be on a Born Legacy To say you me? Or taking my spot, is true riddles You stay right here, never outside the box cause you brittle You changed a slight bit, you know, from iBattle to this spot, but dude's Skittles Sweet I mean you switch ya content to talk to dogs, but ya doctor do little (Dr. Dolittle) When your pockets hit? They obvious! I created patterns and set highs My scheme for Day'? To this day people in battle rap try You just flex, simple sets And as you rap, you stack lines You got patterns that rhyme I got patterns that's MINE! A crime Y'all have missed so many gems from past fires To try to sit here and tell me I ain't accomplished? Y'all some damn liars I am everything you ungrateful f**ks have the chance to admire I am battle rap, seasoned And I hold that flavor in like cast irons Sikh: Here we go Mike: Side note. I been cookin' Side note; f**k you narcissistic wannabe fans In the Caffeine chat hatin' on artists as hard as you possibly can Suck my big Italian d**k Guess that Mike P hate come and went Oh y'all thought you were at the cool table dissin' my family? Y'all the lamest sh*t Defended my woman's honor once then bounced, went on vacation b*t*h Came back family strong, woman a queen, and I'm the main event! What about you? I'm left in doubt All that hip hop sh*t that you sketch in bouts Extra clout, "I get my energy from Rakim." Shut yo' PEASANT MOUTH! You rap in gym clothes What? You take pre-workout before battles and get extra loud? Ayo, Smack! The first thought I had when I seen him rap in Under Armor? "We must protect this house!" Sikh: Finally. Let's go. C'mon Mike: Don't say "finally" I've been cookin' TEC is out, poll for your death and I have the final vote Is this the first time a Sikh don't Sacrifice a GOAT? Out the coat, y'all gon' watch this sh*t clear the room Get this lover of old school rocked Cause if P. O.D., then 'Here Comes The Boom' So angels? I'mma ghost something Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin' You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it Take it home bruh Yeah, yeah, yeah Mike is teaching me some sh*t right now! Whoo You know my favorite Mike moment I ever saw? {Sikh takes a deep breath and exhales} When he did that for 30 seconds more You ain't 3-0 enough people to be the guy I'm learnin' from Sound like I'm quoting' the Bible, I'm only saw him 30 one (Psalm:31) You got no level of greatness You mad regular; basic Tried giving advice when I battled Xcel, I just heard jealousy; hatred Nothing you said resonated, so I knew it wasn't sound advice Cause I got feedback from Mike (mic) but couldn't echo his statements Advice? You done backed out of battles cause you was stressed that night Sayin' you so depressed at life you can't pick up a pen then write All you do is play Xbox Live, you should know how to have your head set (headset) Mike (mic) PlayStation Advice? You talk hella white with Caffeine I mean, saltine, cheddar cracker Then rap and throw this temper tantrums Take your insecurities and project them back to every rapper you get to stand in front of Should've been next to Redman in How High, you'se a Method actor When people in the room change, you change You can't just be yourself That's why you so good at impressions, they be funny as hell You think it's good you can change ya voice, but what it reveals is your biggest strength is actin' like somebody else You even change how you pronounce words to look like you tough The fans been peeped it, now you pushing ya luck They watchin', and it's a body on footage because When Pulice (police) given a camera they gotta put on a front In real life, you say "mother f**ker" But when you rappin' you flip it to "muhf**ka" Changin' ya patterns of English thinkin' that makes you fit in In real life, you walk with ya head down But at an event, you straighten ya back and chest and stand at attention 'Cause you ain't practice the craft, you practice the actions, linguistics The accent, the slang and added it to ya language and switched it Ya whole style's data encrypted In this battling business you the actual image of capitalism You being a rapper is fiction You ain't natural wit' it, you actually timid A passive b*t*h Can't even interact wit' ya fans without having a sip of a glass of liquor cause you think it has some personality in it You act like you privileged, you don't act what you livin' You speak what you wanna be 30 plus years old in need of maturity His confidence be like Tekashi and Meek The only thing in the way is Pulice insecurity (police and security) Now I gotta school him real quick You said, you said you gonna take away my identity You don't even know how ignorant you sound with that kind of statement Cause they been televising faces like you and your white neighbors When I put "Sikh" in my name, you realize why that's major? You know what's happening to my people right now in India? They passed a law inside the nation that made 'em go to protest where they got their human rights violated But they ain't lose the fight, they had to [?], eatin' food at night Ready to make them kind of changes Protestors missing, women assaulted by cops inside of cages Everywhere we labeled with that terrorist scare In battle rap, I don't think anyone care But I'm spreading awareness 'cause they shut the internet down over there So these eight bars more coverage than that corrupt government ever would share "Real Sikh" that representation is second to none More valuable than any of them impressions you've done So don't talk to me about identity, bruh I'm reppin' a whole culture, you trying to get accepted in one! You up here tryin' to throw a bullet at the head of a king There's nothing authentic you bring When you choked against Bill and took a second to think Lookin' like you was 'bout to cry, that's the only time you've been your real self in the ring I'm on that Jersey sh*t, that goin' all out sh*t Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds wit? You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now b*t*h 'Cause you can't show up to work when you call out Sikh (sick) Jersey
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