CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : K-Shine vs. Real Sikh
You know what’s gon’ blow yours the most about gettin’ shot? Losin’ weight
To know you spent all that time pumpin’ iron, it was a waste
The only muscle that’s gon’ work is in yo’ face
N***a yo’ body gon’ be in a hospital in Jersey, but yo’ mind gon’ be in a whole different state
Okay, another New Jersey n***a wit’ a death wish
Taught my old dawg (dog) a new trick, fetch this
Ya man get his head split, then his neck hit
This sh*t’ll leave him in some kinda disorder: in a wreck, Sikh (and’ll wreck Sikh/anorexic)
Let’s get this work out the way early, like a day shift
First excuse not to go to school: I’m ‘bout to play Sikh (sick)
Patience (patients), we don’t need no doctor for this lame trick
If I come to check yo’ temperature, it’s wit’ a gray stick
You fake-a** Johnny Bravo
Who this, Real Sikh?
I’m bout to do you real sick
Make your n***as puke when they see you, they really reel, Sikh (real sick)
Baited him like a fisherman, I had to reel Sikh
Put the whole death on Instagram, I made the reels sick (Sikh)
You Real Sikh? He Real Sikh?
I’m real sick
N***a I will put a disengage label over a kill switch
I’m real sick
That’s ‘cause the only remedy I know is peel (pill) sh*t
Steel pick, ill tip
Drill Sikh in the ‘cage
Gill Sikh wit’ a blade
Peel Sikh (pill sick) like a phase
I got a question, they got a Saw trip wit’ a maze
You from Jersey, sure (Shore) so why we never see Sikh (seasick) wit’ the Wave
Knock his turban off, we ain’t never seen Sikh wit’ no waves
I'll have him floatin' by a border, they gon’ have to see Sikh (seasick) wit’ a wave
I will stab then cross it
Bag then toss him
Steal Real Sikh (still real sick): Magic Johnson
F**k a hearse, you ain’t gon’ need no bag or coffin
Barely (bear-) Snuggle(d) in a sheet: fabric softener
It’s gon’ be bangers like two gangs
Chambers like Wu-Tang
Shotguns, shoestrings
Bats: Bruce Wayne
Revolver: this sh*t’ll flip Sikh (sick) like a mood swing
.38, make it look like he not even Sikh (sick) like the flu game
I don’t care who came witchu, lame
We locked and ready
We ain’t scared to go to jail, ‘cause we been locked already
My young n***as: demon time, chopper ready
For 5K, they’ll take care of Sikh (sick) better than Dr. Sebi
I will treat your man like a brand new mission: Glocks and Desi’s
They won’t know if he died for Real or not: Machiavelli
I keep firin’, and we done sent a lot already
I want a cross on that box like he copped a Chevy
It’s no remorse, even though he ran for his life
High fives: every time we land we get hype
Scope on a Taurus, scanned over twice
and maggots: look like lamb over rice
Yeah
I’m really that
I’m really that
I’m really that
I’m really that
I did it both ways, in the street: can or the knife
Or in a jail, gen pop: a can was my knife
Sikh twist, ‘cause it was a man just alike
Tryna stand for his rights
Same headwrap and all, but in the [?]
F**k a fight, you ever thought what the [?] might feel?
Best clips, green lasers: this the high light, Real (highlight reel)
Slide by on your guys, ‘fore a 5 might peel
But you next (neck-), sucker, like a Twilight film
I [?] you when he goin’ home, and we in your lobby
Heaters beside me
SKs, Ninas, and Shottys
Extended clip wit’ a switch, put a beam on a Akhi
Talkin’ ‘bout “Sikh is cold”...
Well I need me a body
Round
{Real Sikh spends nearly a minute trying to get the sound right}
I lost the tournament, fans thought I won that day but the judges ain’t
And I’m still on NOME
This my third battle since the month of May
I couldn’t get that money off my mind though
I had to shoot [?]
My mans had cancer ever since a kid, he tried
Every form of treatment wit’ no benefit then died
Know what I learned from seein’ all that radiation?
You can’t get rid of Sikh (sick) wit’ Shine
Tell little guy to get in line
I ended lives a million times
Really I’ll get rid of Shine
I Strangle him ‘til he die
He tryna scream “Zip ‘em up!”, but losin’ breath when he try
Like *zz zz zz zz*: sound like I killed a fly
In my prime
I go to the pros like Moses Malone
Do him like I did Danny-
{Crowd yells “Mic”}
Yo
We good?
Yo, come on man
Yo yo yo
{Production staff member adjusts Real Sikh’s mic}
Yo yo yo yo
{Crowd affirms they can hear}
Sound like I killed a fly
In my prime
I go to the pros like Moses Malone
Do him like I did Danny, [?] froze
I’m holdin’ the chrome
Put a bullet hole in his throat
Now my opponent’s chokin’ two NOMEs in a row
Drum, bang low like a 808
Put his name on a gravestone, don’t play no games
Case closed, get him a halo, his face go blank
Dominican choppa: I hold a K low, K (que lo que)
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
I ain’t come to play
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chip in his back like a-
Let me go!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chippin’ (chip in) his back like a SIM card
Get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
Buggin’, make his skin crawl
Clip spark at his door
Let it ring then dip off: I ding-dong ditch y’all
Quick draw, everything on you go in this palm-
{Crowd yells “Mic” once again}
I’ma f**k the mic dude up
Yo, it’s good?
Yo
We good?
Yo yo
Y’all gotta make this bodybuilder accessible, dawg
Yo, yo, yo
Where is he at?
Gimme the water, man
{Production staff member tries to return to the stage then the crowd booes him}
Man
Ayo, to the mic dude
Yo yo yo, we good?
We good? We good? We good?
Y’all hear me?
Yo yo yo yo
Yo yo
To the mic dude, if this happen again we gon fight, son
Y’all seen what I did to that White boy last year; this ain’t my first time f**kin’ a mic (Mike) up
I said
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chip in his back like a SIM card
Get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
Buggin’, make his skin crawl
Clip spark at his door
Let it ring then dip off: I ding-dong ditch y’all
Quick draw, everything on you go in this palm
Grab this b*t*h and run up the building like King Kong
SIG short, Shine (Shyne) ripped off it like a B.I.G. song
Wig fall, mind in the gutter like he think wrong
Kill a (killer) clown: Jigsaw
Lock on him: pit jaws
Get him boy, you ‘bout to see a big dawg (dog) get sic’d (Sikh’d) on
I’m p*ssed off
I ain’t even tryna talk to him
Aight Houston, a Rocket and shoot a arc through him
We in the South, so I ain’t gotta walk through him
I leave a
Hole so big
I do the A-Town Stomp through him
Box through him
I could rep the fight industry
Even on instrumentals I injure life critically
My record nice wit’ the beats
Heard ‘em say battle rappers can’t do hooks
My left and right disagree
Firin’ while he drivin’
Whip slidin’
I gotta spell it out, K?
I knock his V sideways then line him
Ride around trippin’
All you ‘bout to see is a turban wit’ a Cannon, and I’m Wild ‘n Out wit’ it
I fire rounds wit’ it
The lead shootin’ back
Turn him to the old Shine: he gon’ yell super fast
A bullet wrecks through his hat, and then you react
Caught it? Rex threw his hat, then you react
Basically, Shine screamin’ when I let loose a cap
You want see the Dots, my infrared doin’ that
Too relaxed
Could prolly kill him quicker wit’ no sound
Pistol whip him, blood drippin’ get on the whole crowd
And knew he went from his hometown
It’ll go from him to them like he switichin’ his pronouns
It’s Mortal Kombat, I’ma play him ‘til he dead
Even K knows I (Kano’s eye) shoot a laser through his head
I could be sprayin’ wit’ the lead or put a razor in his flesh
He get the round kinda close or I take it by a edge
Jersey
Yo, is you from Jersey Jersey?
Or you just worship Jersey
Like you went over there a couple of summers…
Or your mother gave birth in Jersey
‘Cause the last time I checked, it was Shotgun Suge, Arsonal, Tsu Surf in Jersey
You weren’t a bouncer, a DJ, you wouldn’t have no turf in Jersey
This muthaf**ka wasn’t even a host in Jersey
Antoine off The Sixth Man: he was a ghost in Jersey
You don’t deserve to be best
You a bird to these guests
Everytime I hear Sikh (sick), I think emergency next
EMS rushin’ you out, witcha shirt on your chest
It was so much Real Blood, he coulda birthed him a set
Let me guess, you made your own lil’ plot, so you want your flowers
Lil’ Tommy Egan, made your own Force…
Well it still don’t feel like Power
I will grip a fo’, kick a do’ on that NJ housing
Spill Real Sikh (sick) thoughts on that couch like counseling
I was browsin’-
I’ma walk him down
I was browsin’ and you right, I seen that first tournament
And boy, you had the worst verse versus them
But I ain’t gon’ lie, second time around… you had the worst verse again!
Stupid ain’t understand that that ain’t work versus them
That’s why the game went on without Jersey, like shirt vs skins
I let one burst
Get one hearse
Don’t converse
Just spin, make a shirt out of him wearin’ a shirt of his friend
But the words on the back say “when we meet again”
We on ten, y’all think this pressure?
B*t*h never
Kanye boots: I’m a big stepper
Drive-bys, home invasions, I’m wit’ setups
The length I go to put a n***a six feet: Sikh (sick) measures
Gettin’ ‘em all clips ‘til they fall
Lettin’ the nose wet whichever vet who sees Sikh (sick) as a dog
Chopper take him off his feet, body shipped to the morgue
But Sikh (sick) was so airborne, he might get through your pores
Raise a menace wit’ a baldie: Afeni Shakur
Stick and a Hammer: Loki and Thor
I’m the only-
Hol’ up!
{Crowd continues cheering}
Y’all miss me?
Givin’ ‘em all clips ‘til they fall
Lettin’ the nose wet whichever vet who sees Sikh (sick) as a dog
Chopper take him off his feet, body shipped to the morgue
But Sikh (sick) was so airborne, he might get through your pores
Raise a menace wit’ a baldie: Afeni Shakur
Stick and a Hammer: Loki and Thor
I’m the only one wit’ this hammer: lowkey I’m Thor
Shot his mama house, it done left a hole in the wall
She peekin’ through like, “I don’t know him from a hole in the wall”
{Tay Roc being the best hype man}
A hole in the wall?
A hole in the wall!
Shot his mama house, it done left a hole in the wall
She peekin’ through like
“I don’t know him from a hole in the wall”
Chris Tucker in Rush Hour, that’s [?] by the stall
But Jackie Chan on a stakeout: we turn up to War...
Good God, what is this good for?
What is this good for?
Absolutely nothing
I will fire again, leavin’ absolutely nothin’
I leave the scene, Sikh; he think I actually mean runnin’
I leave the scene sick: naturally disgusting
ARs, Smithins, guns wit’ extra b***ons
I couldn’t read the words on the side: it’s in Rrrussian
Boy, I will kill if it go there
We peel wit’ no fear
He gon’ think somebody said “fooood fiiight”; sh*t could get Real outta nowhere
Oh yeah
Y’all gon’ really make me hurt this hippie?
50 on his house like he work for Disney
I’ll have him in the hospital: hurt and dizzy
Wit’ the same wrap (rap), like Surf and Quilly
Besides the Benjis, I’on get zip for this sh*t
This card change your whole life, like a citizenship
Sayin’ they gon’ [?]
Real is a b*t*h
That’s a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit ‘Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit’ a oowop
Pick him up!
Sleeveless muscle shirts don’t make you tough
Y’all know my slogan
Zip him up!
Yo
Y’all ever seen that angry sh*t that Shine do?
In your Geechi battle, when he was rappin’, one of your people reacted behind you
You turned around quick as hell, wit’ the angry eyes too
Like, “Go stand on his side if you thinkin’ his lines cool”
I was like, “Who thinks like that?”, then I realized that I do
When a 9 shoot, I’m you
If I don’t like how you react, you gettin’ sent to the other side too
You was Dot Mob, NWX, Zip ‘Em Up; you been crew-jumpin’ since a little kid
Your friends get hit
*Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh* like when Twista spit
Flip the switch
Then it get to *dih dih dih, dih dih dih*, nothin’ new, you should be used to bein’ ‘round a different click (clique)
Listen, b*t*h
You play witcha time, you riskin’ it
Thought you woulda lost your life wit’ them signs your fingers twist
But I’m gon’ dig his ditch
Tuberculosis: all that throwin’ up Blood just to die from gettin’ Sikh (sick)
I’m outta my mind
I’m rappin’ up here
All that throwin’ up Blood just to die from gettin’ Sikh (sick)
I’m outta my mind
Pop a lot outta the gun
Put a dent in his body or sum’n
Shot a octagon in his lung
Sh*t, look like I put a boulder through Shine; who said you can’t throw rocks at the Sun?
You knew you was on NOME since April, you been writin’ for months
I got the contract last week, you thought I wouldn’t sign it or sum’n?
I want the version of you that got rhymes in the tuck
I want the version of you that thinks you linin’ me up
Not the one that been dyin’ like a bum
Or the one that wore a headwrap vers’ Eazy like one of my people does
The overperformer-
You got that from my people
Not the one that been dyin’ like a bum
Or the one that wore a headwrap vers’ Eazy like one of my people does
Or the overperformer that relies on a crutch
That’s bad publicity: that ain’t the kinda Shine that I want
Y’all wanna know-
Slow roast
Slow roast
Yo Houston
Y’all wanna know why I got the contract last minute?
He told the staff he ain’t like the Houston crowd, ‘cause vers’ Hollow, y’all wasn’t reactin’ wit’ him
I ain’t think it was that bad, so I turn on the battle, listen
Thought he was actually spittin’, thinkin’
Like what he do wack in this sh*t?
Then at 34 minutes and 43 seconds… he got all mad and vicious
And he said, “The gun like Vampire Diaries”
I said, “Yup, that’s what did it”
Bad decision
You thought that punch was that nice?
Va- Vampire Di- what’s that like?
Had mystical gun bars and wondered why he had a rough a** fight
Talkin’ ‘bout vampires: maybe that’s why Blood sucked that night
You just say it wit’ bold conviction
He be like, “The gun like Sabrina the Teenage Wi-”
No it isn’t!
I’ma go ballistic
While he rappin’, he get hit in the jaw
It’ll sound like he doin’ that thing where he let the crowd finish the b-
Get a left quick
Make sure that he never said sh*t
Swingin’, break up the English like Brexit
Texas
This’ll end (N) red like Netflix
Green light on Shine: I’m diamond-testin’ a necklace
Ain’t gotta-
I rap!
Texas
This’ll end (N) red like Netflix
Green light on Shine: I’m diamond-testin’ a necklace
Ain’t gotta give him that “is he dead?” kick
I’ll stomp him out, now he’s under Sikh’s (six) foot wit’ a death wish!
Try to test my courage, blades get swung
This knife shows bravery: it takes some guts
Get stapled shut
If the razor stuck, then I took it too far like “you play too much”
Bang a snub
Like a nerd fixin’ his gla**es, one finger on the nose make your frame lift up
K sus
Bang a snub
Like a nerd fixin’ his gla**es, one finger on the nose make your frame lift up
Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Yo
K sus
Yeah, exactly, you got it
K sus
I’on entertain the sl*ts, you got a stable love
I give a cold shoulder to the hoes you rotate or (rotator) cuff
I’m crazy, bruh
Got a rule to crack faces up
Like scrappin’ in school, I got a principle (principal) to break it up
They said I can’t fight his return hype wit’ the banger tucked
So I’ma do what my people just did wit’ gas: and raise it up
I’m the greatest
Neo in the train station beatin’ agents up: I gotta stop actin’ like I ain’t The One
Jersey
Ayy Sikh
I shoot all n***as… and I mean all n***as:
Tall n***as, small n***as
The right n***as
The wrong n***as
White n***as, your n***as
Skinny n***as, strong n***as
T-shirt on a Scottish man: this overkill (over kilt)
You ever shot a chopper? It come wit’ a shoulder skill
I’ll run up on yo’ Indian princess, hold her real close and peel
I’m sorry “my love”, but I gotta take your Soul For Real
{Crowd chants 3-0}
We gon’ dance around the rules, make it all worse
Paula Abdul: that mean lake a (Laker) girl first
Is it Real Sikh or Real Sikh? We need a choice
‘Cause you right, Sikhism is a religion that we can avoid
But what’s the games, hidin’ Sikh (hide and seek) everytime Sikh is employed?
Scope so Sikh can’t hide, I find Sikh (seek) and destroy
Boy I wish-
Boy-
He wanna rap?
Boy I wish you’d drive-by, I’d be waitin’ wit’ a TEC for him
Pull up, thirtyin’ (30 in) that whip like a Mexican
Killed the wrong n***a, I was tryna bring the death to him
Was crushed when I heard it wasn’t Real, like wrestling
It’s death to him
Knock Sikh (sick) cold out, like medicine
Same [?] from the [?], like a [?]
Searchin’ for this n***a all week, it’s been stressin’ him
Ain’t sh*t stoppin’ me from gettin’ Sikh (sick) but the weatherman
I get all y’all hit
Make all y’all flip
I got a nice gold pendant that fit all y’all pics
You think I’m playin’ like, “There he go just talkin’ sh*t”
He ain’t believe it was a baby, ‘til they mournin’ Sikh (mornin’ sick)
You don’t know me, Sikh
All swole and sh*t
I’ll make sure your willpower be your only strength
I’ll have you tied in the basement on some lonely sh*t
Wit’ a sock on your tongue, like the Kobe kicks
Everytime Sikh spit-
Leave him alone
Leave him alone
No!
Everytime Sikh (sick) spit, like gingivitis
I got a problem wit’ that sh*t, like it’s colitis
Bunch of fast a** raps, y’all think it’s the nicest
I know y’all on Sikh’s (sick) side, but we gotta have a pen decide this (appendicitis)
Switch devices
Grip the brightest
Watch Real life flash before your eyes: this a crisis
Shoot his hand off, he can never bend or swipe it
Took a wrist (risk) wit’ that 12, like a suspended license
Ayy that chick you wifin’, we gon’ go and kill your [?]
I already told the guys
They loadin’ up the rides
Searchin’ for Real Love, like Mary J. Blige
And they might play a song, one that may apply
Maybe Stevie Wonder, ‘cause yo’ rib been (Ribbon) In The Sky
Is you blind?
You don’t see they gunnin’ to kill?
That apply for anyone who think it wasn’t for Real
I used to have hoop dr-
{Crowd yells “leave him alone” once again}
No!
No!
I used to have hoop dreams, then I jumped in the field
I went from doin’ suicides to runnin’ the drills
And it’s crazy
{“Leave him alone” chants for the last time}
That’s a Juice shot
2Pac, Hit ‘Em Up
Get your crew shot wit’ a oowop
Pick him up
A sleeveless shirt wit’ some muscles don’t make you tough
Y’all know my slogan
ZIP HIM UP!!!
Thank you Houston
{Real Sikh attempts to start his round while the crowd is still going crazy from K-Shine’s performance}
Hold it down, I gotta fight back
Hold it down, hold it down
Let me- let me fight, let me fight
Yeaaaaaaaah
Lets’s get it
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Yo
You ruin everything you a part of; you dropped NWX stock
Even when Blood was Dot Mob, he was f**kin’ up Rex spot
Wait hol’ up, hol’ up-
Blood, Dot… that’s why you made this get locked?
Smack think he funny, puttin’ an Indian wit’ a red Dot
I knew it
I knew it
I knew it
I knew the league been tryna joke
Since Beasley would ask me how Ramadan’ll go and I told him, “I’m not Islamic, bro”
They done called me Native American like a Navajo
I’m not them though
They be prayin’ to the Sun, and I lost faith in Shine a long time ago
I always hated your slogan, I know you don’t give a f**k
But sh*t been up in India; politicians are killin’ us
No bodybags; the dead get burnt or they fill the rivers up
Where Sikhs are from, we don’t get a chance to scream “Zip him up”
I get the venue shut, ‘til we only do app events
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed? I already know th th- I already know that the staff’ll snitch-
{Crowd immediately starts jeering and K-Shine tells the crowd to relax and let Sikh continue}
My- come on
I didn’t mess up
Come on, I’m good
Come on, man
Like
Yo- what are you
Yo
I get the venue shut
Let me- hold it down, hold it down
Let me go
I get the venue shut, ‘til we only do app events
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed? I already know th- I already know that the staff’ll snitch
See, it’s hard to say
It’s hard to say
I already know that the staff’ll snitch
Talkin’-
You wrote it
Yeah, I know
My mouth dry
My mouth dry right now
I already know
{Crowd chants 3-0 again}
Yo
I already-
Yo
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed, I already know that the staff’ll snitch
Soundin’ just like White people, “Dude, that was sick (Sikh)”
They said Jakkboy should’ve got this spot on the show
But K would’ve got paid less wit’ that option for NOME
And Houston, after that chain sh*t that John John exposed
He already know, Jakk been gettin’ Shine for the low
Why you ain’t told him what happened witcha group? It started out great
I heard you wanted to be the leader and they saw you clout chase
Made it about yourself and your squad was outraged
Tried to have the X bent out of shape, ‘til it was all about K
How you made-
How you made-
Let me talk to him
It ain’t random sh*t
How you made DNA leave? He always had to save you
Told you to keep it real, but thought you wasn’t able
It’s like Martin when he played Nino Brown: should’ve knew big dawg (dog) was fake when he brought him to the table
I got-
Man
Yo, yo, yo
Yo
I got here by myself
Yo
Brought him to the table
I got here by myself, I ain’t need to- I said…
F**k
Nah, nah, nah. Take a breath, take a breath. Drink your water, take your time bro. This is NOME bro. Get it out. Get it out, it’s NOME
Yeah
Get it out, get it back
I got here by myself, know why that’s a fact too?
I’m the only one on this card that ain’t in no battle rap crew
Y’all share your pen and pad in that group
Got me questionin’ your ink, like a Midnight Madness tattoo
I have rules
Y’all make up angles but it don’t feel the same
You got nothin’ to talk ‘bout, so you bring up sh*t that’s fake
Or it’s “Sikh (sick) this, Sikh (sick) that”, in a million ways
But you only bring up half my name, ‘cause you ain’t got nothin’ Real to say
Familiar face in Jersey, another key that they hand me
I got here by my- I don’t think he understand me
I stay wit’ my day ones and people that stamp me
‘Cause first thing you wanna do when you Sikh (sick), is be witcha family
And I’m sick of all the f**kin’ narratives
Instead of talkin’ ‘bout consistent performances, they pick apart if I lost
I only get half the time that they be givin’ y’all
And still I stand out on the biggest cards
Against the odds
One week prep’ for this b*t*h, kinda slipped at all
Still I brought ten minutes of bars
That’s why I get the calls
Livin’ large
Smack, message I’m tryna get across
Business is business but now my business is finna cost
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
‘Cause you can’t show up to work when you
Call out Sikh (sick)!
Jersey!
To know you spent all that time pumpin’ iron, it was a waste
The only muscle that’s gon’ work is in yo’ face
N***a yo’ body gon’ be in a hospital in Jersey, but yo’ mind gon’ be in a whole different state
Okay, another New Jersey n***a wit’ a death wish
Taught my old dawg (dog) a new trick, fetch this
Ya man get his head split, then his neck hit
This sh*t’ll leave him in some kinda disorder: in a wreck, Sikh (and’ll wreck Sikh/anorexic)
Let’s get this work out the way early, like a day shift
First excuse not to go to school: I’m ‘bout to play Sikh (sick)
Patience (patients), we don’t need no doctor for this lame trick
If I come to check yo’ temperature, it’s wit’ a gray stick
You fake-a** Johnny Bravo
Who this, Real Sikh?
I’m bout to do you real sick
Make your n***as puke when they see you, they really reel, Sikh (real sick)
Baited him like a fisherman, I had to reel Sikh
Put the whole death on Instagram, I made the reels sick (Sikh)
You Real Sikh? He Real Sikh?
I’m real sick
N***a I will put a disengage label over a kill switch
I’m real sick
That’s ‘cause the only remedy I know is peel (pill) sh*t
Steel pick, ill tip
Drill Sikh in the ‘cage
Gill Sikh wit’ a blade
Peel Sikh (pill sick) like a phase
I got a question, they got a Saw trip wit’ a maze
You from Jersey, sure (Shore) so why we never see Sikh (seasick) wit’ the Wave
Knock his turban off, we ain’t never seen Sikh wit’ no waves
I'll have him floatin' by a border, they gon’ have to see Sikh (seasick) wit’ a wave
I will stab then cross it
Bag then toss him
Steal Real Sikh (still real sick): Magic Johnson
F**k a hearse, you ain’t gon’ need no bag or coffin
Barely (bear-) Snuggle(d) in a sheet: fabric softener
It’s gon’ be bangers like two gangs
Chambers like Wu-Tang
Shotguns, shoestrings
Bats: Bruce Wayne
Revolver: this sh*t’ll flip Sikh (sick) like a mood swing
.38, make it look like he not even Sikh (sick) like the flu game
I don’t care who came witchu, lame
We locked and ready
We ain’t scared to go to jail, ‘cause we been locked already
My young n***as: demon time, chopper ready
For 5K, they’ll take care of Sikh (sick) better than Dr. Sebi
I will treat your man like a brand new mission: Glocks and Desi’s
They won’t know if he died for Real or not: Machiavelli
I keep firin’, and we done sent a lot already
I want a cross on that box like he copped a Chevy
It’s no remorse, even though he ran for his life
High fives: every time we land we get hype
Scope on a Taurus, scanned over twice
and maggots: look like lamb over rice
Yeah
I’m really that
I’m really that
I’m really that
I’m really that
I did it both ways, in the street: can or the knife
Or in a jail, gen pop: a can was my knife
Sikh twist, ‘cause it was a man just alike
Tryna stand for his rights
Same headwrap and all, but in the [?]
F**k a fight, you ever thought what the [?] might feel?
Best clips, green lasers: this the high light, Real (highlight reel)
Slide by on your guys, ‘fore a 5 might peel
But you next (neck-), sucker, like a Twilight film
I [?] you when he goin’ home, and we in your lobby
Heaters beside me
SKs, Ninas, and Shottys
Extended clip wit’ a switch, put a beam on a Akhi
Talkin’ ‘bout “Sikh is cold”...
Well I need me a body
Round
{Real Sikh spends nearly a minute trying to get the sound right}
I lost the tournament, fans thought I won that day but the judges ain’t
And I’m still on NOME
This my third battle since the month of May
I couldn’t get that money off my mind though
I had to shoot [?]
My mans had cancer ever since a kid, he tried
Every form of treatment wit’ no benefit then died
Know what I learned from seein’ all that radiation?
You can’t get rid of Sikh (sick) wit’ Shine
Tell little guy to get in line
I ended lives a million times
Really I’ll get rid of Shine
I Strangle him ‘til he die
He tryna scream “Zip ‘em up!”, but losin’ breath when he try
Like *zz zz zz zz*: sound like I killed a fly
In my prime
I go to the pros like Moses Malone
Do him like I did Danny-
{Crowd yells “Mic”}
Yo
We good?
Yo, come on man
Yo yo yo
{Production staff member adjusts Real Sikh’s mic}
Yo yo yo yo
{Crowd affirms they can hear}
Sound like I killed a fly
In my prime
I go to the pros like Moses Malone
Do him like I did Danny, [?] froze
I’m holdin’ the chrome
Put a bullet hole in his throat
Now my opponent’s chokin’ two NOMEs in a row
Drum, bang low like a 808
Put his name on a gravestone, don’t play no games
Case closed, get him a halo, his face go blank
Dominican choppa: I hold a K low, K (que lo que)
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
I ain’t come to play
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chip in his back like a-
Let me go!
Ayy big dawg!
Ayy big dawg!
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chippin’ (chip in) his back like a SIM card
Get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
Buggin’, make his skin crawl
Clip spark at his door
Let it ring then dip off: I ding-dong ditch y’all
Quick draw, everything on you go in this palm-
{Crowd yells “Mic” once again}
I’ma f**k the mic dude up
Yo, it’s good?
Yo
We good?
Yo yo
Y’all gotta make this bodybuilder accessible, dawg
Yo, yo, yo
Where is he at?
Gimme the water, man
{Production staff member tries to return to the stage then the crowd booes him}
Man
Ayo, to the mic dude
Yo yo yo, we good?
We good? We good? We good?
Y’all hear me?
Yo yo yo yo
Yo yo
To the mic dude, if this happen again we gon fight, son
Y’all seen what I did to that White boy last year; this ain’t my first time f**kin’ a mic (Mike) up
I said
Infrared: it’s lit for him
Beam made him blink more
When this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): Pixar
Won’t live long
Chip in his back like a SIM card
Get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
Buggin’, make his skin crawl
Clip spark at his door
Let it ring then dip off: I ding-dong ditch y’all
Quick draw, everything on you go in this palm
Grab this b*t*h and run up the building like King Kong
SIG short, Shine (Shyne) ripped off it like a B.I.G. song
Wig fall, mind in the gutter like he think wrong
Kill a (killer) clown: Jigsaw
Lock on him: pit jaws
Get him boy, you ‘bout to see a big dawg (dog) get sic’d (Sikh’d) on
I’m p*ssed off
I ain’t even tryna talk to him
Aight Houston, a Rocket and shoot a arc through him
We in the South, so I ain’t gotta walk through him
I leave a
Hole so big
I do the A-Town Stomp through him
Box through him
I could rep the fight industry
Even on instrumentals I injure life critically
My record nice wit’ the beats
Heard ‘em say battle rappers can’t do hooks
My left and right disagree
Firin’ while he drivin’
Whip slidin’
I gotta spell it out, K?
I knock his V sideways then line him
Ride around trippin’
All you ‘bout to see is a turban wit’ a Cannon, and I’m Wild ‘n Out wit’ it
I fire rounds wit’ it
The lead shootin’ back
Turn him to the old Shine: he gon’ yell super fast
A bullet wrecks through his hat, and then you react
Caught it? Rex threw his hat, then you react
Basically, Shine screamin’ when I let loose a cap
You want see the Dots, my infrared doin’ that
Too relaxed
Could prolly kill him quicker wit’ no sound
Pistol whip him, blood drippin’ get on the whole crowd
And knew he went from his hometown
It’ll go from him to them like he switichin’ his pronouns
It’s Mortal Kombat, I’ma play him ‘til he dead
Even K knows I (Kano’s eye) shoot a laser through his head
I could be sprayin’ wit’ the lead or put a razor in his flesh
He get the round kinda close or I take it by a edge
Jersey
Yo, is you from Jersey Jersey?
Or you just worship Jersey
Like you went over there a couple of summers…
Or your mother gave birth in Jersey
‘Cause the last time I checked, it was Shotgun Suge, Arsonal, Tsu Surf in Jersey
You weren’t a bouncer, a DJ, you wouldn’t have no turf in Jersey
This muthaf**ka wasn’t even a host in Jersey
Antoine off The Sixth Man: he was a ghost in Jersey
You don’t deserve to be best
You a bird to these guests
Everytime I hear Sikh (sick), I think emergency next
EMS rushin’ you out, witcha shirt on your chest
It was so much Real Blood, he coulda birthed him a set
Let me guess, you made your own lil’ plot, so you want your flowers
Lil’ Tommy Egan, made your own Force…
Well it still don’t feel like Power
I will grip a fo’, kick a do’ on that NJ housing
Spill Real Sikh (sick) thoughts on that couch like counseling
I was browsin’-
I’ma walk him down
I was browsin’ and you right, I seen that first tournament
And boy, you had the worst verse versus them
But I ain’t gon’ lie, second time around… you had the worst verse again!
Stupid ain’t understand that that ain’t work versus them
That’s why the game went on without Jersey, like shirt vs skins
I let one burst
Get one hearse
Don’t converse
Just spin, make a shirt out of him wearin’ a shirt of his friend
But the words on the back say “when we meet again”
We on ten, y’all think this pressure?
B*t*h never
Kanye boots: I’m a big stepper
Drive-bys, home invasions, I’m wit’ setups
The length I go to put a n***a six feet: Sikh (sick) measures
Gettin’ ‘em all clips ‘til they fall
Lettin’ the nose wet whichever vet who sees Sikh (sick) as a dog
Chopper take him off his feet, body shipped to the morgue
But Sikh (sick) was so airborne, he might get through your pores
Raise a menace wit’ a baldie: Afeni Shakur
Stick and a Hammer: Loki and Thor
I’m the only-
Hol’ up!
{Crowd continues cheering}
Y’all miss me?
Givin’ ‘em all clips ‘til they fall
Lettin’ the nose wet whichever vet who sees Sikh (sick) as a dog
Chopper take him off his feet, body shipped to the morgue
But Sikh (sick) was so airborne, he might get through your pores
Raise a menace wit’ a baldie: Afeni Shakur
Stick and a Hammer: Loki and Thor
I’m the only one wit’ this hammer: lowkey I’m Thor
Shot his mama house, it done left a hole in the wall
She peekin’ through like, “I don’t know him from a hole in the wall”
{Tay Roc being the best hype man}
A hole in the wall?
A hole in the wall!
Shot his mama house, it done left a hole in the wall
She peekin’ through like
“I don’t know him from a hole in the wall”
Chris Tucker in Rush Hour, that’s [?] by the stall
But Jackie Chan on a stakeout: we turn up to War...
Good God, what is this good for?
What is this good for?
Absolutely nothing
I will fire again, leavin’ absolutely nothin’
I leave the scene, Sikh; he think I actually mean runnin’
I leave the scene sick: naturally disgusting
ARs, Smithins, guns wit’ extra b***ons
I couldn’t read the words on the side: it’s in Rrrussian
Boy, I will kill if it go there
We peel wit’ no fear
He gon’ think somebody said “fooood fiiight”; sh*t could get Real outta nowhere
Oh yeah
Y’all gon’ really make me hurt this hippie?
50 on his house like he work for Disney
I’ll have him in the hospital: hurt and dizzy
Wit’ the same wrap (rap), like Surf and Quilly
Besides the Benjis, I’on get zip for this sh*t
This card change your whole life, like a citizenship
Sayin’ they gon’ [?]
Real is a b*t*h
That’s a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit ‘Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit’ a oowop
Pick him up!
Sleeveless muscle shirts don’t make you tough
Y’all know my slogan
Zip him up!
Yo
Y’all ever seen that angry sh*t that Shine do?
In your Geechi battle, when he was rappin’, one of your people reacted behind you
You turned around quick as hell, wit’ the angry eyes too
Like, “Go stand on his side if you thinkin’ his lines cool”
I was like, “Who thinks like that?”, then I realized that I do
When a 9 shoot, I’m you
If I don’t like how you react, you gettin’ sent to the other side too
You was Dot Mob, NWX, Zip ‘Em Up; you been crew-jumpin’ since a little kid
Your friends get hit
*Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh* like when Twista spit
Flip the switch
Then it get to *dih dih dih, dih dih dih*, nothin’ new, you should be used to bein’ ‘round a different click (clique)
Listen, b*t*h
You play witcha time, you riskin’ it
Thought you woulda lost your life wit’ them signs your fingers twist
But I’m gon’ dig his ditch
Tuberculosis: all that throwin’ up Blood just to die from gettin’ Sikh (sick)
I’m outta my mind
I’m rappin’ up here
All that throwin’ up Blood just to die from gettin’ Sikh (sick)
I’m outta my mind
Pop a lot outta the gun
Put a dent in his body or sum’n
Shot a octagon in his lung
Sh*t, look like I put a boulder through Shine; who said you can’t throw rocks at the Sun?
You knew you was on NOME since April, you been writin’ for months
I got the contract last week, you thought I wouldn’t sign it or sum’n?
I want the version of you that got rhymes in the tuck
I want the version of you that thinks you linin’ me up
Not the one that been dyin’ like a bum
Or the one that wore a headwrap vers’ Eazy like one of my people does
The overperformer-
You got that from my people
Not the one that been dyin’ like a bum
Or the one that wore a headwrap vers’ Eazy like one of my people does
Or the overperformer that relies on a crutch
That’s bad publicity: that ain’t the kinda Shine that I want
Y’all wanna know-
Slow roast
Slow roast
Yo Houston
Y’all wanna know why I got the contract last minute?
He told the staff he ain’t like the Houston crowd, ‘cause vers’ Hollow, y’all wasn’t reactin’ wit’ him
I ain’t think it was that bad, so I turn on the battle, listen
Thought he was actually spittin’, thinkin’
Like what he do wack in this sh*t?
Then at 34 minutes and 43 seconds… he got all mad and vicious
And he said, “The gun like Vampire Diaries”
I said, “Yup, that’s what did it”
Bad decision
You thought that punch was that nice?
Va- Vampire Di- what’s that like?
Had mystical gun bars and wondered why he had a rough a** fight
Talkin’ ‘bout vampires: maybe that’s why Blood sucked that night
You just say it wit’ bold conviction
He be like, “The gun like Sabrina the Teenage Wi-”
No it isn’t!
I’ma go ballistic
While he rappin’, he get hit in the jaw
It’ll sound like he doin’ that thing where he let the crowd finish the b-
Get a left quick
Make sure that he never said sh*t
Swingin’, break up the English like Brexit
Texas
This’ll end (N) red like Netflix
Green light on Shine: I’m diamond-testin’ a necklace
Ain’t gotta-
I rap!
Texas
This’ll end (N) red like Netflix
Green light on Shine: I’m diamond-testin’ a necklace
Ain’t gotta give him that “is he dead?” kick
I’ll stomp him out, now he’s under Sikh’s (six) foot wit’ a death wish!
Try to test my courage, blades get swung
This knife shows bravery: it takes some guts
Get stapled shut
If the razor stuck, then I took it too far like “you play too much”
Bang a snub
Like a nerd fixin’ his gla**es, one finger on the nose make your frame lift up
K sus
Bang a snub
Like a nerd fixin’ his gla**es, one finger on the nose make your frame lift up
Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Yo
K sus
Yeah, exactly, you got it
K sus
I’on entertain the sl*ts, you got a stable love
I give a cold shoulder to the hoes you rotate or (rotator) cuff
I’m crazy, bruh
Got a rule to crack faces up
Like scrappin’ in school, I got a principle (principal) to break it up
They said I can’t fight his return hype wit’ the banger tucked
So I’ma do what my people just did wit’ gas: and raise it up
I’m the greatest
Neo in the train station beatin’ agents up: I gotta stop actin’ like I ain’t The One
Jersey
Ayy Sikh
I shoot all n***as… and I mean all n***as:
Tall n***as, small n***as
The right n***as
The wrong n***as
White n***as, your n***as
Skinny n***as, strong n***as
T-shirt on a Scottish man: this overkill (over kilt)
You ever shot a chopper? It come wit’ a shoulder skill
I’ll run up on yo’ Indian princess, hold her real close and peel
I’m sorry “my love”, but I gotta take your Soul For Real
{Crowd chants 3-0}
We gon’ dance around the rules, make it all worse
Paula Abdul: that mean lake a (Laker) girl first
Is it Real Sikh or Real Sikh? We need a choice
‘Cause you right, Sikhism is a religion that we can avoid
But what’s the games, hidin’ Sikh (hide and seek) everytime Sikh is employed?
Scope so Sikh can’t hide, I find Sikh (seek) and destroy
Boy I wish-
Boy-
He wanna rap?
Boy I wish you’d drive-by, I’d be waitin’ wit’ a TEC for him
Pull up, thirtyin’ (30 in) that whip like a Mexican
Killed the wrong n***a, I was tryna bring the death to him
Was crushed when I heard it wasn’t Real, like wrestling
It’s death to him
Knock Sikh (sick) cold out, like medicine
Same [?] from the [?], like a [?]
Searchin’ for this n***a all week, it’s been stressin’ him
Ain’t sh*t stoppin’ me from gettin’ Sikh (sick) but the weatherman
I get all y’all hit
Make all y’all flip
I got a nice gold pendant that fit all y’all pics
You think I’m playin’ like, “There he go just talkin’ sh*t”
He ain’t believe it was a baby, ‘til they mournin’ Sikh (mornin’ sick)
You don’t know me, Sikh
All swole and sh*t
I’ll make sure your willpower be your only strength
I’ll have you tied in the basement on some lonely sh*t
Wit’ a sock on your tongue, like the Kobe kicks
Everytime Sikh spit-
Leave him alone
Leave him alone
No!
Everytime Sikh (sick) spit, like gingivitis
I got a problem wit’ that sh*t, like it’s colitis
Bunch of fast a** raps, y’all think it’s the nicest
I know y’all on Sikh’s (sick) side, but we gotta have a pen decide this (appendicitis)
Switch devices
Grip the brightest
Watch Real life flash before your eyes: this a crisis
Shoot his hand off, he can never bend or swipe it
Took a wrist (risk) wit’ that 12, like a suspended license
Ayy that chick you wifin’, we gon’ go and kill your [?]
I already told the guys
They loadin’ up the rides
Searchin’ for Real Love, like Mary J. Blige
And they might play a song, one that may apply
Maybe Stevie Wonder, ‘cause yo’ rib been (Ribbon) In The Sky
Is you blind?
You don’t see they gunnin’ to kill?
That apply for anyone who think it wasn’t for Real
I used to have hoop dr-
{Crowd yells “leave him alone” once again}
No!
No!
I used to have hoop dreams, then I jumped in the field
I went from doin’ suicides to runnin’ the drills
And it’s crazy
{“Leave him alone” chants for the last time}
That’s a Juice shot
2Pac, Hit ‘Em Up
Get your crew shot wit’ a oowop
Pick him up
A sleeveless shirt wit’ some muscles don’t make you tough
Y’all know my slogan
ZIP HIM UP!!!
Thank you Houston
{Real Sikh attempts to start his round while the crowd is still going crazy from K-Shine’s performance}
Hold it down, I gotta fight back
Hold it down, hold it down
Let me- let me fight, let me fight
Yeaaaaaaaah
Lets’s get it
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Yo
You ruin everything you a part of; you dropped NWX stock
Even when Blood was Dot Mob, he was f**kin’ up Rex spot
Wait hol’ up, hol’ up-
Blood, Dot… that’s why you made this get locked?
Smack think he funny, puttin’ an Indian wit’ a red Dot
I knew it
I knew it
I knew it
I knew the league been tryna joke
Since Beasley would ask me how Ramadan’ll go and I told him, “I’m not Islamic, bro”
They done called me Native American like a Navajo
I’m not them though
They be prayin’ to the Sun, and I lost faith in Shine a long time ago
I always hated your slogan, I know you don’t give a f**k
But sh*t been up in India; politicians are killin’ us
No bodybags; the dead get burnt or they fill the rivers up
Where Sikhs are from, we don’t get a chance to scream “Zip him up”
I get the venue shut, ‘til we only do app events
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed? I already know th th- I already know that the staff’ll snitch-
{Crowd immediately starts jeering and K-Shine tells the crowd to relax and let Sikh continue}
My- come on
I didn’t mess up
Come on, I’m good
Come on, man
Like
Yo- what are you
Yo
I get the venue shut
Let me- hold it down, hold it down
Let me go
I get the venue shut, ‘til we only do app events
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed? I already know th- I already know that the staff’ll snitch
See, it’s hard to say
It’s hard to say
I already know that the staff’ll snitch
Talkin’-
You wrote it
Yeah, I know
My mouth dry
My mouth dry right now
I already know
{Crowd chants 3-0 again}
Yo
I already-
Yo
Cops gon’ ask who hit who? I’ma hide in the back and sh*t
If Caffeine get blamed, I already know that the staff’ll snitch
Soundin’ just like White people, “Dude, that was sick (Sikh)”
They said Jakkboy should’ve got this spot on the show
But K would’ve got paid less wit’ that option for NOME
And Houston, after that chain sh*t that John John exposed
He already know, Jakk been gettin’ Shine for the low
Why you ain’t told him what happened witcha group? It started out great
I heard you wanted to be the leader and they saw you clout chase
Made it about yourself and your squad was outraged
Tried to have the X bent out of shape, ‘til it was all about K
How you made-
How you made-
Let me talk to him
It ain’t random sh*t
How you made DNA leave? He always had to save you
Told you to keep it real, but thought you wasn’t able
It’s like Martin when he played Nino Brown: should’ve knew big dawg (dog) was fake when he brought him to the table
I got-
Man
Yo, yo, yo
Yo
I got here by myself
Yo
Brought him to the table
I got here by myself, I ain’t need to- I said…
F**k
Nah, nah, nah. Take a breath, take a breath. Drink your water, take your time bro. This is NOME bro. Get it out. Get it out, it’s NOME
Yeah
Get it out, get it back
I got here by myself, know why that’s a fact too?
I’m the only one on this card that ain’t in no battle rap crew
Y’all share your pen and pad in that group
Got me questionin’ your ink, like a Midnight Madness tattoo
I have rules
Y’all make up angles but it don’t feel the same
You got nothin’ to talk ‘bout, so you bring up sh*t that’s fake
Or it’s “Sikh (sick) this, Sikh (sick) that”, in a million ways
But you only bring up half my name, ‘cause you ain’t got nothin’ Real to say
Familiar face in Jersey, another key that they hand me
I got here by my- I don’t think he understand me
I stay wit’ my day ones and people that stamp me
‘Cause first thing you wanna do when you Sikh (sick), is be witcha family
And I’m sick of all the f**kin’ narratives
Instead of talkin’ ‘bout consistent performances, they pick apart if I lost
I only get half the time that they be givin’ y’all
And still I stand out on the biggest cards
Against the odds
One week prep’ for this b*t*h, kinda slipped at all
Still I brought ten minutes of bars
That’s why I get the calls
Livin’ large
Smack, message I’m tryna get across
Business is business but now my business is finna cost
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
‘Cause you can’t show up to work when you
Call out Sikh (sick)!
Jersey!
