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B. Dot & Geechi Gotti vs. A. Ward & Loso
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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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