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Real Sikh vs. Chilla Jones
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So y'all vets are mad mad, huh? I know we been trippin', but goddamn...y'all scramblin' now Can't even send me your top man This who I got, fam'? Y'all ran out of URL vets, so you brought me the former King of the Dot champ You lost your necklace to Real Deal, then came on this stage Talkin' 'bout you on a run - this a walk of shame We 'bout to repeat your title loss today 'Cause now you gotta deal wit' Real when he's off the chain! "Rookies and Vets, it's your turn to go, Sikh How 'bout KingPen? He on this urge to smoke sh*t" I said, "A word from bro, he'd murk" I told him if the Pen'll (pin a) comment, I'd be the first onе posted Rookies puttin' y'all to rest Bеtter talk wit' all respect This what's on my head? It's a wrap, and I'm on your head Nitewing told all you vets, "The class outside: it's a bomb threat" Who the f**k you think is the bomb connect!? Palm press, on your neck! Cough then, loss of breath Your cause of death increase your CPR percent Killin' ya! Really I, .9-milli' ya! You could rap 'bout my background, I'll put a bullet into ya (India) Listen up! I'm at the one house you stay Run down your place, only one route to take Pump out, bust out the gauge Mr. Jump to Top Tier better jump the f**k out the way! BANG! I got a can' to load up Standin' over ya like, "What's in your hand? Hand it over" Your man'll fold as I hold the hammer closer When the Sig'll hit ya, it'll get triggered quicker than cancel culture You try to diffuse bars wit' ya presence I'll get this dude chopped in a few parts, dismembered Chill' tryna be smooth 'til they find him in sections Brings another meaning to "cool, calm, and collected" I be wreckin' too much I don't stop when you get slumped If you slept wit' a punch, what you think, I'mma let you get up? I've got anxiety - I don't know how to, Chill' I can't stress it enough! A hit from me will limit your ability to access Memories you livin', but you mentally absent Swingin' fists so quickly that the instant when I jab left I knock out a dream that you didn't even have yet Wanna rap!? Let's rap then! I show out, my opp' don't count I throw, combos out Better watch yo' mouth Hit your teeth, knock those out Like the sound of hip-hop, it could all go South WHAT!? I'd die 'fore I use costumes or props Let a shot loose, deuce-deuce, pop through your top I'd box dudes 'fore I knew how to shoot my shot Took baby steps, from my (Ma) dukes to pops! Roc, I'm in a drop bumpin' 90s music I'm a nice guy, don't make me bring my violent side into it Just know, if I do a drive-by and shoot him, wit' the seat back, I was inclined to do it! I see how dawg act out You say somethin' hot, he nods like it ain't all that wild Starts wit' a calm rap style, then bark mad loud You ain't diffusin' my bars I've Lewis-and-Clark'd that route I got it all mapped out Your voice crack when you scream If I get aggressive wit' you They gon' make me do my next battle with a ref' and whistle I have yet to hit you That ain't beneficial Unless a pistol jam on me, I don't have any pressin' issues! I recommend you, be real in the field The feelin' is real My skill iller than Chilla and still You ain't bodyin' sh*t Tell Chilla to chill It's kill or be killed Y'all watchin' the killer be killed Get familiar wit' Real... SIKH!
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