CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : B. Dot vs. Th3 Saga

It’s ‘bout time...URL done brought the Sensei back...
ChristianMingle: on God, they done met they match
You should’ve told B. Dot this was his death date, Smack
It’s more than rap
Almanac: let’s state facts
This ain’t the plot off Juice
So reenactments? That’s what we not gon’ do
This time the Bishop on the roof...but got the drop on you
And it’s gon’ get ugly now!
To make sure his will’s involved (Wilson), I isolated myself from those I love to adjust these sounds
Literally pushed my caste (Cast) Away...for time (Tom) to hand Blood these rounds
Now look at what we found
They done matched the Kemetic Science versus the faith that sever the head of giants
Well, at least that’s how the streets said it
Look, off top, I rock wit’ you, but what I been through more cutthroat compared to where B. headed (beheaded)
It’s been four years...I really hope that your rhymes is tight, for this kind of fight
The perfect way to see how you combat the Gospel light, when your guy’s Polight
Oh, you conscious, right?
Well, being woke don’t make you dope or mean (dopamine) compared to energy that I got tonight
‘Cause all them shots and mean mugs on Caffeine - (*brrr-brr*) - really got me hyped!
I hope son advise
I’m at Dot, every round, on site: look like the buffer signs!
I came with pressure, Caitlyn Jenner
Don’t mistake me for them other (the mother) guys!
I’m done wit’ lies
Downplayin’ my career like I’m a passive threat
To rap a set
I’ll leave you paranoid
Spend the rest of your life alert (Life-Alert) if you think Kemetic’ll (medical) assistan-
Well, I’m at your neck
Push my buttons!
I’ll make sure you stay true to yourself when the doctors around
So all I know is you’ll be in ICU woke, then someone conscious’ll wear (aware) a hospital gown
I’m droppin’ you now
All them shots on the ‘Tube really tried my patience (patients), but the test was insightful
All ‘cause you took IV in (*smack-smack*) vain (vein), Blood
All that disrespect for the Bible
Wait, one minute, you a Kemetic disciple, then it’s TECs for your rivals?
Next time you go...in and out of...consciousness, it’s gon’ be EMT checkin’ your vitals!
Look how they hyped you
Like, “Dot killed a Crip on this roof”
And I’m in for a slaughter now
That wasn’t even the same Nitty I took shots wit’ when he sparkin’ pounds
So before you act like you handled three rounds of Rum, it was watered-down
But that’s why you seen as a GOAT
But (*clap-clap-clap*) well done
That kinda talk is rare when there’s a lot at stake (steak)
No time for the vegan approach
They believe in your quotes
All this hype from your fans gave you a reason to gloat
And you hold on to it, in hopes that B. can be a beacon of hope
To address the nation
Like, “We must rise above the fear of the man and detach from, trepidation
In a separate, school of thought that can only be, found in (fountain) Blacks like, segregation
Bring forth their, desolation
Question: where was all this energy when Guardians of the Culture ne-glect your payments?
Stressful, ain’t it? (heh-heh)
Strick about the pain that oppressed our people for, generations (heh-heh)
Devastation
Another Black man who rely on the white for his, reparations”
You see? That’s why in the end (Indian) I had reservations
What you say is fraud
Vers’ Loso, I watched you two fight as you tried bull (tribal) to convey your bars
Straight facade
Styles I invent are a (aura) few reasons I’m a ace when the faith involved
All that African paint, to end up in a bag When Nature Calls!
Save your dawg!
This ain’t that 2014 Saga with basic bars
Every battle I’ve had since I’ve evolved are wins (Darwin’s) and I’ll show you there’s levels to apin’, Charles
Then it’s a grave for y’all, I’m ensurin’ the plot
It’s gon’ be more than my opp’ when you claim the loss
For a brave protagonist
My second time on the roof to reclaim the savageness
I became a strategist
‘Cause first I hit Cor’ (corps), then hit (*smack*) B., too (B2): we playin’ Battleship!
I came to bag him quick
So be prepared, ‘cause if Sensei sense a vibe, I’ll make it hard for you to leave from here
You either gettin’ 3-0’d, or Danny’s son vers’ Ward: a 21 you haven’t seen in years
So go ahead wit’ them God angles, try me for a homi
First round, I just caught another body for the Body