CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : B. Dot vs. Holmzie Da God
Why do you think after you had the fight of your life when you was battlin' T-Top
On the same day, n***as watched me half-ass and say, "Yup, this who should be battlin' B. Dot."
Now the concept may sound foreign to you, but if you pay attention, you'll grasp it after
I'll tell you exactly why
You very good at technical rappin', but that's all you do
You not that good of a "battle rapper"
So pay attention and listen closely 'cause I wouldn't wanna lose you now
I'mma teach you how to actually battle rap and give you every lesson you missed when you decided to skip the Proving Grounds
So...you didn't wanna follow protocol for a company you wanted to be a part of?
sh*t sound kinda foolish to me
You managed to get on that Traffic stage and whinе (wine) over bread, but Blood a (of) God?
sh*t sound likе Communion to me
But this is somethin' that you didn't see
We ain't initially have eyes on you 'cause you was this lyrical god of a rapper
f**k no!
They paid attention 'cause they thought Lux had a kid
You was the first son they (Sunday) seen and just so happened to body a cracker!
First Sunday? Body a cracker? Blood of-?
See, this rappin' sh*t is easy, Dot
But you rhyme in the form of a run-on sentence
I'll calm a (comma) n***a down just to show y'all we never really needed Dot!
You used to use gun bars, too, but nobody gave a f**k when you did
See, you studied Loaded lookin' for a style to adopt, and hoped that they would give up bucks for the kid
Right now, I'm breakin' my opponent down wit' a personal range of attacks
In the Culture, we call this anglin'...
Well, you ain't too much of a stranger to that
Aye, B., see (A-B-C), I'm finna give you the whole battle rap spiel from A to Z, as a matter of fact
Now I know you not used to it, but we usually rap in front of crowds...
And when you do sh*t like this-
(*Holmzie takes off his coat*)
-you can get reaction for that
Right now, he in his head like, "That's theatrics. I ain't doin' it.
All that other stuff is lame sh*t."
And I'll beat you the same way I beat Danny and EK
You n***as rap good, but every battle sound like the same sh*t
"B. Dot can really rap, though."
And? That ain't somethin' to boast about, my friend
Especially when we all rappers
b*t*h, you supposed to have a pen
Thinkin' all you need to do to beat me is write?
You as dumb as it gets
You can't play the rapper game wit' me, n***a
I know how to use a multi, player (multiplayer)
And you ain't the only one wit' the sticks!
In all actuality, your pen game ain't even that distinctive, partner
Your flaws hidden like camouflage
They paint you as samurai, and...all I see is chinks in armor
I'm the one shiftin' the cosmos in battle rap right now!
Smoked Danny and EK
How could the true God be you?
'Cause Holmz' known to rep 'til he in (reptilian) the position to put the West God down...and an ahki (Annunaki) too!
Y'all should not be fooled
If I ain't prove I'm the Alpha in this sh*t, then I'm provin' it now
Aw, sh*t, hold up
Every now and then, switch yo' flow up, just in case you losin' the crowd
On the same day, n***as watched me half-ass and say, "Yup, this who should be battlin' B. Dot."
Now the concept may sound foreign to you, but if you pay attention, you'll grasp it after
I'll tell you exactly why
You very good at technical rappin', but that's all you do
You not that good of a "battle rapper"
So pay attention and listen closely 'cause I wouldn't wanna lose you now
I'mma teach you how to actually battle rap and give you every lesson you missed when you decided to skip the Proving Grounds
So...you didn't wanna follow protocol for a company you wanted to be a part of?
sh*t sound kinda foolish to me
You managed to get on that Traffic stage and whinе (wine) over bread, but Blood a (of) God?
sh*t sound likе Communion to me
But this is somethin' that you didn't see
We ain't initially have eyes on you 'cause you was this lyrical god of a rapper
f**k no!
They paid attention 'cause they thought Lux had a kid
You was the first son they (Sunday) seen and just so happened to body a cracker!
First Sunday? Body a cracker? Blood of-?
See, this rappin' sh*t is easy, Dot
But you rhyme in the form of a run-on sentence
I'll calm a (comma) n***a down just to show y'all we never really needed Dot!
You used to use gun bars, too, but nobody gave a f**k when you did
See, you studied Loaded lookin' for a style to adopt, and hoped that they would give up bucks for the kid
Right now, I'm breakin' my opponent down wit' a personal range of attacks
In the Culture, we call this anglin'...
Well, you ain't too much of a stranger to that
Aye, B., see (A-B-C), I'm finna give you the whole battle rap spiel from A to Z, as a matter of fact
Now I know you not used to it, but we usually rap in front of crowds...
And when you do sh*t like this-
(*Holmzie takes off his coat*)
-you can get reaction for that
Right now, he in his head like, "That's theatrics. I ain't doin' it.
All that other stuff is lame sh*t."
And I'll beat you the same way I beat Danny and EK
You n***as rap good, but every battle sound like the same sh*t
"B. Dot can really rap, though."
And? That ain't somethin' to boast about, my friend
Especially when we all rappers
b*t*h, you supposed to have a pen
Thinkin' all you need to do to beat me is write?
You as dumb as it gets
You can't play the rapper game wit' me, n***a
I know how to use a multi, player (multiplayer)
And you ain't the only one wit' the sticks!
In all actuality, your pen game ain't even that distinctive, partner
Your flaws hidden like camouflage
They paint you as samurai, and...all I see is chinks in armor
I'm the one shiftin' the cosmos in battle rap right now!
Smoked Danny and EK
How could the true God be you?
'Cause Holmz' known to rep 'til he in (reptilian) the position to put the West God down...and an ahki (Annunaki) too!
Y'all should not be fooled
If I ain't prove I'm the Alpha in this sh*t, then I'm provin' it now
Aw, sh*t, hold up
Every now and then, switch yo' flow up, just in case you losin' the crowd
