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Ayy yo They said you don’t ever f**k up I said sh*t last time we both had Stumbles But they prolly don’t count that They asked me how I feel about Sikh I said I had COVID twice, was scared for my life but I made it about that Moral of the story is: this ain’t the first time I got sick (Sikh) and had 14 days to bounce back N***a stand strong If you think you finna get past a Fonz L (Fonzel), my n***a you planned wrong Ain’t gon’ be no preachin’ tonight, it’s cans on him Yea I dress like a reverend, and what they do? Gimme a Real Sikh (sick) n***a to put hands on All aggression, provoke me? That’s something you never should ‘Cause I’ll flip from a pastor to a f**kin’ disaster (Dizaster) like Mеagan Good Ol’ rappity rap n***a “Bibbidy bibbidy bi-” always in battle mode This pu**y gon’ be midtiеr forever, like a camel toe You mad basic They gon’ say that the camp hatin’ But in order to beat me, you know what Sikh gon' (Citgo) need? A gas station No growth, same flow when this n***a spittin’ It’s a difference Why would I care about gettin’ Real Sikh (sick) when I know that my pen his ceilin’ (penicillin) Who you kiddin’, respectfully You ain’t never want wreck wit’ me Flex on me and a blade’ll skin Sikh (sick): leprosy TEC on me, all I need is one reason to shoot B*t*h you look the wrong way then I’m swingin’ on you Beasley try to break it up then Ima swing on him too ‘Cause if that vaccine couldn’t stop n***as from gettin’ Sikh (sick), then neither can you They said all I do is punch, n***a stop it And if all I do is punch Then n***a block it It’s a fine line I don’t want to hear none of them “finds” and “fine” lines I’ll break your jaw, they gon’ have to soup you wonton Get beat by a Judge, this Cal ain’t John John I’ll pull up to that temple wit’ twin nickels and drive by They gon say the Sikhs ate two 45 (6’8” 245) like Bron Bron N***a f**k your religion It’s up for this n***a, I’m not playin’ If I send them goons through then it’s prune juice The stock raisin’ (raisin) I show up to that temple wit’ pistols, we not prayin’ A Glock blazin’ End ya near (engineer) a Guru: Roc Nation We not waitin’, I hit the n***a wit’ [?] shells They tryna get the family to identify the body, they ain’t do too well They all tryna look and see if that’s Real a**, like Nunu Nellz And you a dead n***a {Nunu turns around and grabs her posterior} While I was writin’ a verse for this, I heard some sh*t About that lunatic that walked in the school and then murdered kids, merciless Saw people attackin’ rap, like all them gun bars ain’t worth to spit But if they got it, you gotta have it, it’s how I learned to live People be mentally ill, that’s the issue we gotta work against See it ain’t the guns you should worry about, it’s when the person’s sick (Sikh) You punchlinin’ a** b*t*h, I planned on a mission It’s the beginnin’ of June, I gotta give the Landlord a visit I’m crazy, this 30 clip’ll be what the rent is Right now I ain’t got it all, I need an extension This my sh*t, this my sh*t, this my sh*t, this my sh*t So while you makin’ fun of my style and how it seems so fast Ima “biggity biggity bi-” beat yo’ a** This my sh*t, this my sh*t, this my sh*t Rookie Let’s go, let’s go You’re a f**kin’ rookie Ima “biggity biggity biggi-” beat yo a** That old rap school Go from boom bap to bap boom This sh*t take half of a human like a baboon Move rooms with sh*t I write The who’s whos know Sikh is nice Illest type in the new school wit’ a loose screw that’ll end ya life Think you bulletproof too, tool shoot, it’ll switch tonight Infrared beam they gon’ view you in a different light He don’t do that That’s a** I’m iller That’s a** I’m iller than Fonz Criminal mind, I give a fiend a hit then you die I’m talkin’ cokehead killers who ride if you give ‘em a high I call ‘em typewriters: they slide after they finish a line Ima flip on this b*t*h And switch into this F**k ya name flips, I’m gettin’ Real sick (Sikh) of this sh*t When I cave in your ceilin’, don’t be b*t*hin’ for help You the Landlord, right? Fix it yourself Grip Glocks, lick shots ‘til the clip got spent Think your girl gorgeous, I’ll make your chick drop dead Shoot at your white tee ‘til your fit got red Get clapped into new clothes like a TikTok trend Wait, we ain’t one and the same, I see through You named after the dude in Happy Days, we knew So don’t be afraid when I raise these tools You the Fonz? We in the A (ayy), be cool Said “pallbearers deadlift”, that comparison ain’t equal I’m thinkin’ wit’ the gauge like where are these hits lethal After that, my homies’ll bury you then leave you So he was judged by the 12 then carried by Sikh’s (six) people Jersey, b*t*h I said n***a this a warnin’ I told my gun connect I might be gettin’ sick (Sikh) He said take two of these, stuff the nose, and call me in the mornin’ A real shooter, we really active, man Whether it comes to trappin’ or clappin’ cans So when Smack said send this Indian home, the first thing came to my mind was pack a stand (Pakistan) And f**k a guru, when I shoot you, you goin’ to the man upstairs 100k on the line so I’on care if it’s Real (Israel), ‘cause for a bag that (Baghdad) big, I ain’t got no problem sendin’ the Arab there And you gon’ spill blood {Real Sikh mouths “I’m not Arab” while shaking his head.} You gon’ spill blood Fo’-five kickin’ like Mary J., got me searchin’ for Real love I deal wit’ real plugs B*t*h you in it for nothin’ Them bullets go in Real, it’s the end of discussion Then they come out Sikh (sick) like Benjamin B***on Grip it and dump it This my word I get to clappin’ at dawg if he try me Two birds to the back of his skull like Kyrie If I put a red dot on his wrap, then Johnny (Jonny) or Quest can stop me from f**kin’ up Hadji F**k is wrong wit’ this f- F**kin’ wrong, man- F**k 7-Eleven Ayy, Jonny or Quest can stop me from f**kin’ up Hadji ‘Cause if it’s real beef, Ima clutch and peel heat You feel me? The Landlord and I’ll put you on a real tee (realty) And we gon’ shoot first Got Sikh (sick) outta nowhere, the dude cursed Big 40, I’m carryin’ it (Carrey in it) like Liar Liar, ‘cause where I’m from you gotta keep it real (, Real), the truth hurts The tool burst and take half of his wrap (rap) like Tsu Surf We gon’ do work Y’all was ’posed to send me your best Them n***as gave me a suicide bomber And now the Thom’ (time) clickin’ down on a Indian chest And you a weak b*t*h Not even top five in Jersey that’s on some G sh*t Ain’t nobody sayin’ in order to get to Wave I gotta see Sikh (seasick) He ain’t f**kin’ wit’ me He ain’t f**kin’ wit’ me Ain’t nobody sayin’ in order to get to Wave I gotta see Sikh (seasick) All you do is eat d**k “DNA gave me advice, Pat Stay said I was nice” And you still don’t get no f**kin’ respect Yea you went against some of the best So when they say Sikh is a dog, I agree That b*t*h die every time he in front of the vets So be quiet Against Pat Stay, we seen you fall flat, B minus DNA f**ked you up: T-virus We violent I will catch you wit’ yo’ spiritual leader and beat him up A heater dump Put a shell in the wrap: Gordita Crunch Ahhhhh What’s wrong wit’ this n***a What’s wrong wit’ him I will catch you wit’ yo’ spiritual leader and beat him up A heater dump Put a shell in the wrap: Gordita Crunch It’s no hidin’ ‘Cause in order to get rid of Sikh (sick), I want everybody shot I’m Joe Biden Lemme school him real quick I started this Ultimate Madness sh*t Me vers’ Jey the Nitewing, that’s the first battle that they had for it You grabbed a win but answer this Why my path lapped you since? You battled Shooney, Tink Da Demon, Drugz, mostly app events You right I battled Arsonal, Ave and then Pat Stay after it DNA, Chilla Jones, B Mag- that’s only half of it On NOME Lemme talk to him On NOME There’s a difference On NOME I made Danny quit on Caffeine’s main stream You was on NOME ver- vers’ JC, yea, on day three I don’t He said day 3 A Monday He talmbout that’s a Monday I don’t He battled on a Monday Chill, let him rap let him rap let him rap let him rap let him rap let him rap I don’t gotta block your punches, your punches blockin’ you, you sound so plain You ain’t on any big cards, your amount don’t change It’s without no gain The Landlord, know why they don’t put him on a bill? ‘Cause he ain’t a household name You ever main evented on Caffeine? No? I did You battled the two highest viewed rappers in the wo- No? I did See the first time I saw my favorite battle rappers rap a verse live They were rappin’ rounds they had to prepare vers’ mine It’s levels Fact, Fonz so lost but he had heart though He cool when he sober, wit’ liquor he get mad pronto Two weeks ago, he got drunk and we had a bad convo Guess he ain’t know that Brandy hit like Jack Harlow So Smack don’t lie on the stream, who you more excited to see The breath of fresh air, the sigh of relief Don’t matter the time of the week, I show up at the highest degree No chokes, angles, jokes, punchlines in between Or the guy that’ll Google “Real” and “Sikh (sick)” then apply it to me The guy that paid his due Lemme talk to him The guy that paid his dues vers’ legends, you could find the receipts Or the guy that won 25 and then peaked See, you thinkin’ where’s the punch? It’s too long- L- listen listen lemme talk, he don’t rap like this Or the guy that won 25 then he peaked See, you thinkin’ where’s the punch? It’s too long I rhyme wit’ the scheme I disagree, I feel like Richard Pryor, this is fire to me Who you dyin’ to see? The guy that battle outside of the league Rap for 12 minutes in some backyard for prolly a G That’s why your whole fee’ll never be higher than me Just ‘cause you the Landlord, don’t mean you gotta sign for the least (lease) You won 25k for four battles, but that ain’t great to count ‘Cause two years later you need five battles to make that same amount I get 25k in about two battles wit’ what I’m makin’ now Facts you can’t argue wit’ You hated on me since I started this Just ‘cause you speakin’ ill on my name don’t mean you can talk to Sikh (sick) You gon’ hate today, tomorrow, and then next week Ain’t that some sh*t, I’m livin’ in the Landlord head rent-free Jersey Man they say them Indians not allowed to cut they hair off I said dawg I give the n***a hella respect ‘Cause I know his b*t*h got a hairy a** pu**y, they over there havin’ 70’s sex She got the bush, she don’t cut that sh*t or nothin’ He eatin’ her pu**y, it’s all curried and sh*t Ayy listen And his girl a personal trainer, well I be gettin’ lost in that I’m talkin cartoon reboot, arch her (Archer) back If we talkin’ facts, you don’t rap different, you look different I’m just sayin’ it as a Real friend So on a marketin’ side for you, they prolly came up wit’ a real plan I’m talkin’ VH1, ‘cause they was thinkin’ Sikh’ll sell (sickle cell) during that first season, but bro died, he never stood a Real Chance I killed Kroog’, Eazy, Ace, Jey, Lu, now you gettin’ yo’ a** kicked It’s like when Danny choked in y’all battle, I done f**ked up the whole cla**, Sikh (cla**ic) You not lyrical You just rap fast and rhyme syllables I’ll get rid of you Not just in this battle I’m speakin’ literal Scope on the rifle so play crazy and Ima really have Sikh in the visual (sick individual) If he get physical, it’s lit for bro, he gettin’ split fo’ sho’ Ain’t nobody gon’ think it’s Real, ‘cause the docs gon’ have to fix your nose Everybody who you wit’ get smoked That’s the only way we deal wit’ opps I’on give a f**k about none of that workout sh*t, c*cky a** idiot, b*t*h ya still get rocked Diamond tester, if I press him in the gym (gem), then it’s lit ‘cause y’all gon’ see me get Real a knot (real or not) Get everybody in that building shot, I do not play A Glock spray Whatchu like 5’6” 215? If I let this ring off in the gym you gon’ drop weight Yea you got plates, but you be lettin’ down the n***as that helped you Gettin’ f**ked up, he a drunk, imagine URL puttin’ all that work into the kid ‘n’ he fail ya (kidney failure) Ayy this Fonz n***a This Fonz or get wit’ a big 9 This time, they gon have to send a nurse to his crib A House M.D. or a Good Doctor in the ER to keep Sikh calm (sitcom) I grip a weapon Rusty blade, get hit in seconds You might have to lose a limb, that’s [?] ‘Cause the doctor said gangrene was all I saw (Lysol), this infected (disinfect it) Get protection, grip a weapon The chrome’ll bang you, know the game I let it dump then sling the arm; I got shoulder pain Get punched and whipped like a Street Fighter bonus stage And I ain’t gon’ just stretch the Indian, I’m gettin’ everybody in Yoga Flame You foreign b*t*h Better watch who you warrin’ wit’ Y’all know they gettin’ rid of all the Plan Bs, right? So I’on have no other option but to have these hoes mournin’ Sikh (mornin’ sick) And- Time, man F**k is wrong wit’ this n***a, dude You can’t f**k wit’ me n***a Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Talk that sh*t, talk that sh*t Yo, it’s last round, right? Stop callin’ these dudes rappers ‘cause they punch They practice once a month And only write bars when they got a battle comin’ up You gotta change your style ‘cause that sh*t ain’t enough Prolly want to join TDE ‘cause it’s managed by a Punch You don’t even battle your opponents, Fonz. Here’s a crash course You don’t gotta diss other people when you don’t have more In your last battle, you kept throwin’ shots at Surf like a bad sport Why would we want to see Tsu and (suin’) the Landlord, he just had Cort’ (court) You think the cliques you could join is based on your shots Now you tryna be GunT**les to raise up your stock Like you could learn from Tay how to pop Typical Landlord, he think the key is bein’ placed under Roc (rock) They say the way you aim is somethin’ you adapted as a youth And you look like you always had your hand up in the school When the teacher was askin’ for an answer that you knew Like “Miss, Miss, Mi-” and that’s exactly how you shoot See, I be piecin’ and cheesin’ but I’m from a different region You said I’m too humble and quiet but there’s a reason ‘Cause of the way I am now, you prolly won’t believe it So God the only one I talk to because he seen it Ever since a kid I knew, to live I couldn’t fight fair Thankful for the pistol, it was right there Witnessin’ senseless killings it was type scared You had a dollar and a dream, I had a nickel and a nightmare Fonz, Foooonz, Fonz He don’t do that Keep punchin’ Yo This for my homie [Ress?], he was at my first battle Committed a prison offense Then got put on a immigrant list ‘cause he ain’t have no citizenship Got out then got deported, he ain’t even get a ride home Did so much time he ended up in a different time zone Fonz I know what it’s like to cut stomachs in A slice that’s so lung puncturin’ everytime you breathe you could see your blood bubblin’ Muscle like I been in the yard, my warmup is tools dumpin’ But I never did a stretch, maybe that’s why I pulled somethin’ Fonz I’m from a country where activists turn to lost souls The government is killin’ Sikhs so we don’t see a stronghold They keep the doors closed So my thinkin’ is always on go like f**k a Landlord, we don’t even got a place we could call home 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 But you can’t show up to work when you call out Sikh (sick) Jersey
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