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Look y'all
It's B. Dot the gawd
The Elevator
Vs. a n***a who ain't lost all year, the elevator
Being divine'll (vinyl) still get you a scratch on your record player
The pen is greater
Respect is major
You was fire in that warm up, but now that you got Chill, you need some extra layers
Jones, I'm the escalator, run up on his Escalade
Catch him on his hood and run up on his like an escalator
Come through every hour, lettin' off, I'm a weapon sprayer
So even if I'm over ya head, you'll get it later
Respect thе innovators, not the imitators
Yeah somethings off, hе's a clone
Y'all think he's a problem, no one can solve
I wanted Roc, maybe Verb, that's why I don't f**k wit' y'all
But it ain't all about skill, right?
Of course a little lucks (Lux) involved
Y'all got me dustin' off one of Loaded's sons that he ain't got custody of
I hold a pistol right there (dear) to his heart, but he still ain't Beloved (B love it) enough
Cause Chilla crazy
You wanna kill a (killer) baby?
This is Child's Play Chucky you suck
And I'ma tell (Mattel) y'all kinfolk (Ken folk)
How every bar be (Barbie) dolled up to be Lux
You snuck his mannerisms, cadence and flow
We know this (notice) coward
You take your energy from day light (Daylyt), n***a you solar powered
Caffeine is p*ssed streaming his face
Golden shhh...
Dot.com if I'm clickin' chrome, open browser
But let me flip that
Yeeeah, you get hit if you brought drama
Stomach shot, I semi colons
Yeah this will make Dot calmer
This is karma for lost souls I talk slow but the frost cold
Go ahead and floss bro
Got something big in store (instore) for you, like Costco
Roscoe a Moss load, then get fired, I'm in boss mode
If I (eye) black on Charles...man see you at the crossroads
We all know...what's goin' on in Nigeria
Hashtag #EndSARS is the movement
About a corrupt police anti robbery unit
Taking advantage of that power with all of these laws they abusing
Kidnap, murder and rape with no regards for the humans
But you know that, right?
Mr. Black African Power must read about it
How the protestors screamed and shouted when the people crowded
How the banks freeze accounts and leave 'em out it
So no one gets the money they need up out it
It's been hash tagged 40 million times!
And not once did you tweet about it
So is he real?
Please, I doubt it
Maybe the fans can help me understand
Ain't it apparent (a parent) that he don't give a f**k about the Motherland?
This another scam
This ain't you, you singin' someone else's song...like a cover band
But blame Smack
Cause dawg (dog) told me to "kill him"; I'm the Son Of Sam
So what's the plan?
So you already donated and paid dues?
Or anything else to prove this angle ain't true
But it's Black African Power after every battle, right?
He played you
I can't believe B dazzled (bedazzle) y'all with these fake jewels
You are a walking...contra...diction
And I'm just clownin' ya errors but you choose; pound or Beretta
Down for whatever
I'll pistol whip you to the ground and throw a round in his sweater
The Elevator, droppin' faster than the Tower Of Terror
So now be clever
No angles how I'm a "nice guy", who never let a shot flare
Or was champ at King Of The Dot until I got robbed there
Boy I'm a legend
I went from PG to top, and earned my spot there
And now I gotta split you in half to get to god tier (tear)
I do not care
Yeah, this is [?] run through your entire apartment
Hide in the darkness, knife in the target
Slice will go right through his garments
Blade, stuck in the Elevator, "Somebody call the fire department!"
All this retirement talkin'...cause crowds don't appreciate the sh*t that you bring
I'll be honest, I don't really think commitment's your thing
You quit your label, cause they ignore you for any sh*t you can sing
You quit football, cause you was barely gettin' picked for the teams
You quit battle rap, two or three times, but walk around this b*t*h like the king?
n***a you even quit on your own marriage
Face it...you just not fit for the ring
And I won't talk about the football thing
Cause honestly it's overdone
But there is this one highlight I seen, you prolly know the one
It was you, versus a young Reggie Bush trying to control the punt
He faked left and went right, you chose to lunge, his shoulders spun
You ate dirt, he went ghost then the crowd started goin' dumb
See this is history repeating itself and you ain't notice, huh?
Cause ever since Volume 5
n***a every battle Jones has won
And once again, you just a victim on one of the coldest runs
So don't become another footnote in history, cause I'm on a mission
You got embarrassed by the Heisman, now I'm the one with a leg up on the competition
So stop and listen
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen
What's a God to a nonbeliever?
Round

Ayo, before this battle, I was talkin' to myself like, "How we gonna aim at Chilla to get him dead, Dot?"
And then you showed up in a vest
Oh now I get the picture, this finna be a headshot
B. Dot versus Chilla Jones
Whoa, you are now listening to authors
Same aim, just different targets
Similar shots it's just different arches from the archers
Aw just...
Listen as I paint this picture; gorgeous
Two fly lyricists, but only one can leave Earth without gettin' kinda nauseous
And you plain (plane) pilot
See, pal it's (palette) it's about taste
I was alien-nated but now they identify the source (sauce)
Be cautious
In the streets I got a bad rap fast for Thuggin'
Oh, but it was Harmony puttin' in work
Double time, shootin' at the op is, twistin' (Twista) n***a's sh*t
You make it sound the same but I don't think this a Crucial Conflict
Read the fine print
I'm the n***a that designed it, you signed it just to get killed
I mean, you dissed me versus Geechi to see me get mentioned in every blog about you
Well it's true
HipHopIsReal but you should've read the contract
I mean, did he (Diddy) know I'd be in all his videos?
Well I'm a BIG deal
Whip steel, 'til the clip- nah I ain't the type to get involved witchu
I'll let somebody from the squad get you
You'll get popped
Silencer on the Glock from a small pistol
Yeah they know me from the roof but you ain't gonna hear nothin' if one of my dawgs (dogs) whistle
I'm wit' all issues
Put the pump to ya chest; augment you
Lift you up
Put somethin' heavy down
Choppin', get every n***a I see sawed witchu
You lost is you?
Forget who home?
n***a pull out a red rag against me, I'ma split ya dome
Spinnin' chrome
You gonna take a loss tryin' to come here and do as we do
This ain't no winnin' 'Rome (when in Rome)
This who's on?
What is this really about?
Revenge Of The Nerds since we heard King Of The Dot was shippin' him out
Y'all should've seen the look on his face when they said Real Deal was winnin' the bout
Ooooh he was stiff
Had money froze, it was a Chillin' account
I've been feelin' him out
This a guy that take a theme and rhyme anything he deem to be related
I mean he call it a scheme and (w)rap it slow as package so
The fans believe in how you phrase it
But you nerds was never hangin'
Just observin' n***as bangin'
Dope schemin'
Cause if one of us got caught the biggest fear was the word "association"
I'm amazin'
Smack, you see the way I'm displayin' this king
This n***a just rap, I mean what I say and say what I mean
Float like a butterfly, but(t) get to the point like a bee with the sting
These angles and bars, meaning I talk while I punch, Ali in this ring
Y'all seein' this thing
I'm in here stealin' money like a cash crook
Yeah you got your eyes on the prize but that's a bad look
Oh you wanna be the Champion? I'm 'bout to make a slow robbery out of a fast jooks
b*t*h n***a, I'ma drag this out
That's for reachin' for the belt while gettin' yo' ass whooped
He mad shook
I ain't the type to act tough wit' a geek
For this b*t*h ass n***a, what I look like dumpin' heat?
I'll pull a blade out
And even though I'm vegan I'm even cuttin' up if it's beef
No pistol no issue, I'm hopin' this air you out too
Psssst what a relief
I'm up while you sleep
The early bird get the Big Worm
That's why I'm lookin' for the smoke dawg; Faizon Love
Initially, I looked at your name and said, "C.J. wanna us to look at him and see Jay."
You know, some god MC tryin' to get some praise off us
I see you (ICU), hooked up to URL for life support when you was flat
Smack helped you raise on up
Well Hov, this better be your best performance in a small room or we gon' see (C)J(ay) Unplugged
Ayo Smack, I need my pay to raise on up
This whole year, look at the graves I dug, they go in the lot
And now I'm finna ice Chess (chest), throw in his plot
Dissin' my n***a from Cake Lyfe? No I am not
"Ice Chest" was a code (cold) word
(What that mean?)
Leave Chill cold in the box
Bro I am Dot
No reach, B.D.O.T. n***a
This is like Roc, screamin' out "This is me n***a!"
Watch ya mouth or take big shots behind the line, let three hit ya
I'm different sport, not in the same league witcha
If you tricks play, with a gun on ya hip
I'll take ya hand off (handoff) and give it back to you
And watch you pass like the flee flicker
Think n***a
You fumbled the bag, it's a change of possession
Peel out, I'm headed in your direction
Drummin', it's a drill route
Comin' to your crib, you won't escape, we just kickin' it; Chill out
This a real bout
And lead finna spray
I told Smack, "Just book it. Don't put the bread in the way
I could've gave you the body. For free."
That was a hint n***a; a dead giveaway
Hit his head with the K
For dissin' NuNu versus Prep, I thought that was a bad move
I mean, that's a black queen my n***a
Why you disrespectin', throwin' her in your raps fool?
What you gonna tell us?
"Oh you know she was managing Prep at the time so I had to."

b*t*h n***a we ain't ask you!

It ain't the fact that you rap whatever words you get attached to
It's that you happy to do that garbage
It's even more trash when a n***a Glad to
That's why I'm at you

1-0 you stupid motherf**ker

That's your angle Dot?
You gonna call me a "nerd"? Is you kiddin' me?
{laughs}
I told n***as that from the gate, ain't no offense (off fence) to me
But I did a lot of things in my city
I had guns, sold a little weed if you check my history
You'd be surprised all the bonds I (bonsai) drew off a little tree
This this real me
You think cause I'm a "nerd" I can't shoot a weapon 'til it {chk-chk} and blow your mask off
A future reference I'll 'Bomb First'
'Against All Odds', but y'all thinkin' he can play me
I'm 'Charged Up', I see the 'b*t*h In Yoo', she's 'Super Ugly'
But nice to meet you lady
If I Hit you Up, 'Back 2 Back' for '2nd Round Knockout', maybe y'all will appreciate me
But this is 'Checkmate', either ('Ether') way it's a 'Takeover'
By the way this scheme is crazy
n***as lazy, I've been pulling greats (grates) down like the store's closed
f**k talkin', get to dashin' Dot (dash and dot); Morse Code
I predicted it, like The Simpsons, it was literally foretold
They said you "Made Top a body", sh*t I thought you was gettin' tore so (torso) I'm in war mode
I'll hit you with fists
Who said I wouldn't dare deck a west coast Brim? Huh, ridiculousness
The difference is this
I don't think our textures match
I'll catch Blood on the slide, n***a Dexter's back
You scold your fans over at King Of The Dot
You think you extra bad cause you blacked on a bunch of white squares like a checkered flag
But when addressing that Avocado situation...
Man I was shock hearin' you say sh*t
Thought I was in some kind of Parallel Universe
Or maybe somewhere in The Matrix
You said he's "cool" but "inherently racist"
Sounded like an excuse in a way
Like you okay wit' it, long as he do all your shoots for low pay
I get it Dot, if you just an opportunist, then hey
Do a show with the n***a, you can call it PiRuin Your Day
My question is, how the f**k could you decide to forgive him?
Dot playin' both side of the line and that's a clear sign of division
Listen, to all my white friends and white kids I grew up with, clear Henny is the only white privilege I f**k with
You told URL to "suck d**k" like "f**k a PG. I don't care what them guys on SMACK do."
But then you hops in the ring and rock, soon as somebody White contacts you
"Hops" and "rock" and "white contact"
Man you sellin' out hardcore kid
Let me find out you only worried about a bag
God for bid (forbid)
But if white people are inherently racist, well this is as confusing as it gets
Cause isn't Caffeine a white owned company?
See this is why we're losing our respect
If white people are inherently racist then why would you battle at King Of The Dot?
Ohh, cause they was payin' you and grouping you with vets
This isn't checkers stupid, this is chess
You was a rook, you got Cortez provin' you a threat
And that (k)night you took an L, an opportunist to the death
I'm goin' Bishop on the Elevator, shootin' with the TEC on queue (Q)
Cause upon (a pawn) further notice, you just movin' for a check
KingPen
Can you explain?
See how n***as is stalling?
Dot just make up an image a mega pixel you call it
You just a janky mechanic, you no different then all them
Yeah you uplifting the hood, but never fixin' the problem
But this the west, you started gangsta rap
And you need our thanks for that
You know he started battle rap, cool, but you ain't claimin' that
But if the URL is about "gang bangin', slangin' crack, and bangin' straps..." you said, "L.A. is where it should be sanctioned at"
But do you stand on that Dot?
Do you really want our thanks for that?
Do you know how many n***as die within territories they be hangin' at?
They lose a block and they take it back
Wavin' rags 'til they layin' flat in a cemetery where they graves is at
Oh...but you want our thanks for that
Of all the things you can say for L.A. you want this city known for slingin' crack?
But then you battle T-Top and you take it back just to say it's wack
You can't acknowledge vs. Mike that the mafia put drugs in the hood as a racist act
And then glorify it by sayin', "L.A. is where it should be sanctioned at."
Why the f**k would you want thanks for that?
Why the f**k would you want thanks for that?
I'ma tell you all battle, he's a walkin' contradiction
A real black leader should be tryin' to keep us outta prisons
Your name Dot, how 'bout you try to teach us how to stop a sentence
Not to mention, I mean what happens if they clappin' and you get hit when they bang shells?
Who the f**k gon' carry Blood to the ring?
Is yo' gang [?] to cool off, like a hang nail
We way different
You can't even measure us on the same scale
This lame frail, so relay on that
Imagine Micky as a secretary Dot, this is Factz (facts) on fax (facts)
The crime? Black on black
But with the Mark you been (Cuban) you should be tryin' to help the west to get back on track
But you slack on that
You don't know what the throne 'bout
I left SMACK in 2013 and took my own route
You?
An opportunist, can't generate his own clout
But that's just you being Dot, no doubt
And it worked, how you and your buds plan it (plant it), it's a grow house
You a bird askin' them, "Am I great" (migrate), here's where it goes south
Desert Eagle, chrome spout
Big joint, no doubt
When the .50 points up on him his sh*t gettin' blown out
So let's close out
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen, what's a god to a non-believer?
Round

Aye, you know what's a trip my n***a?
Y'all come with this, "You work for the white man" presentation
I don't know about you n***as but I'ma fo' sho' get my reparations
Smack, you lied to me
You told me we found It and gave me another lost clown
f**k where you from, n***a this the west, you gettin' worked in the Boss Town
King Pen? Bruh I'll sock you out that false crown
I'm ahead in the castle and if you wanna get in and bridge the gap you better draw down
Y'all foul, actin' like I just got hot when you know it's lit
I been locked in before COVID hit, blow a d**k
If you thought I was outta my lane and couldn't strike if I bowl with Pen (pin)
I'll fold his sh*t, I'll have him lookin' paraplegic gettin' fist after fist
Until you Rolling Crip
Do I know ya b*t*h?
Knowin' you, I don't even think the hoe exists
But if she I'ma have her lookin' like you hear a hot line and you know it hits
Yeah, she's gonna give me that Chilla reaction, the head nod with the pokin' lips
Bro a b*t*h
"All B. Dot do is praise black women."
Yeah that's because praise for them don't exist
I guess you'll be the first black b*t*h that I gotta put down when the fo' uplifts
So go stroke ya chick
She like, "Don't you study ancient Egypt? Can you show me sh*t?"
Yeah I taught her ancient language, in her (inner) walls is where I wrote the 'glyphs
I'm so convinced that I could crack any chick that y'all lovin'
Y'all n***as better be happy I'm woke
I could be sleepin' with all of 'em
Dawg buggin'
He be in DM's, the broad's duckin', it's not in the plans
I mean, you mention Avocado, I'm like, "Why bro?" I wasn't proud of my mans
But for the record, what was the deal with Miss Creme?
Seems you never got an advance, oh that's a lo go (logo)
Well look at the image we both know you got problems my man
I mean you ain't been the same, it Ruin'ed Your Day when Creme dropped outta ya hands
What do we not understand?
Y'all know that short, little, nasty chick?
Yo she (Yoshi) wouldn't thot with ya man
You tried to figure out why you dub (UDubb), you got everything in the arsenal (Arsonal), just forgot about Swag
Rumors was passed, 'bout the few that you bagged
But we don't believe in fiction stories
They said, "He got bars", I said, "Yeah, the n***a pen is gory"
They said, "No, no no, he got B.A.R.R.S."
I said, "Carlisa? Ha! Ain't no way he was hittin' shorty."
Ayo Smack, that n***a Norbes got a better chance gettin' 40
You was corny, and not poppin'
Whenever I pull up? The thot's watchin'
You drill up? We drillin' ya sh*t
Chill in (chillin') the whip, gettin' smoked; hot boxin'
I'll sock him
The whole world look at his stock droppin'
And they all know what time it is, everybody clock watchin'
I've got him, to a new speed ya not copyin'
Ya not mockin'
The small room is my house, when I come to the door I'm not knockin'
If I come to the place and I catch you, and you get low-

Let me bring that back...

Small room is my house, when I come to the door I'm not knockin'
If I catch you in my place, you should already know, the Glock poppin'
You keep duckin', I'm tryin' get him out my house, n***a stop squattin'
I'm moppin', the floor with you, hope the Lord witchu and God watchin'
You gonna need divine intervention
Like the gun got a jam that stop me from killin' this pu**y; c*ck blockin'
I'm hoppin', to a higher level usin' all skill
I'm Mr. Skip The PG To The Top Tier, f**k how y'all feel
These leagues been f**kin' you, and you signed off on it, that's a raw Deal
That means your career's been on Ice if they ever told you was on Chill
Dawg still, usin' schemes, and everybody just go with it
Well look I can do what you do, you know cover the same ground, it's just the flow (flo') different

I know you hate Martin schemes but pardon me as I use a couple name from the show with it
Like, it's a joke if Jerome pimpin'
Every time he (Tommy) claim he put in work we just don't listen
I'm fo' fifthin', it's in my DNA
I got a special kind of gene (Gina), a n***a pole grippin'
I'm outside your door with the ratchet, that's Sheneneh fo' sho' trippin'
Buck shots like the back of Pam dome wit' it'
I'm goin' dumb, with the heat, it's gonna be a cold (Cole) difference
Boom, boom, boom
You hear me knockin', open the door for the kid
That's a Lil' Roscoe with the nose drippin'
Hoe listen, I'm 'bout to give you the medication and it's holistic
After I tie cinder blocks around your ankles and throw you in the ocean it's fo' sho' missin'
Smack thought this was the match for the card, right
And now you gotta Go Fish him
I'm so vicious you know the business
I'm bred different, lead spittin'
Your next battle rounds gon' be jotted down in the hospital, that's bed ridden (written)
Dead kick him, I'll K-Shine ya sh*t
No-
I drop science like the 5% combining with the ancient scripts on the monuments
Tre five ya sh*t, will bomb ya sh*t
If I miss then I grab the Nina, slide the clip
These bullets got your name on 'em, I doubt a .9'll miss (anonymous)
Now see the problem is, they wanna put my brothers in jail, harsh environments
I mean, according to life just from prior hits
Now we gotta tell the babies, "Aye, they tryin' to rob ya daddy for his 25 K"; Danny Myer's kids
Nah, I'ma count down and shoot up like a rocket ship, copy that who's ever mocking this
The Glock is gripped
Oh you bringin' another-

The Glock is gripped
Or I bring in another big chop, this won't be your only consequence
Rewind this sh*t
This that black African power
Time

Salute to the n***as in red capeing
Tryin' to sup' a man (Superman) with no "S" on his chest, you better take cover
Cause dawg (dog) bodyin' (body in) Blood like Flesh Of My Flesh
I need ya best showin'
This n***a dead; Rex slogan
I'm sendin' five to a higher power like an exponent
Speakin' of higher power
Y'all really think the god, complex?
You just an ordinary man; with a God Complex
Symptom 1: requiring excessive admiration
The root is a lack of confidence, no exaggeration
That's what makes him never want a crowd
Let me make it clear
Every single line that he rap, inside he pray you cheer
If you don't? He say you "Weird" like it must be the way you hear
Give him flash backs of his JC battle and it make him scared
So another 30 ball here tonight should make him help him face his fears (spheres)
That's why this his greatest year
Cause in his mind, where there's a lack of validation that's where hate appears
If I even looked at him the wrong way he'd prolly take it weird

{Chilla looks B. Dot up and down}

Yeah we can take it there
I'll put .9 in the Elevator, next time you better take the stairs (stares)
You wanted to go face to face in here?
These y'all tombs
But an MC who can't move a crowd? sh*t we all doomed
He said, "I can't battle on a big stage cause a n***a with more charisma, you know...I need small rooms."
The fact you only want to rap in this setting, speaks Volumes
Y'all doomed
You don't care about the fans specifically
Which brings us to symptom two Dot: lack of empathy
Now stick with me
I'm pushing the needle then the syringe droppin'
I've really been in straight jackets with the limbs lockin'
They shove medicine down ya throat, they don't give options
Episodes back to back, they was binge watchin'
That's an angle you pick often
You quick to disrespect 'em
You got some f**kin' nerve
With two young kids up on the spectrum
What you expect from a walkin' contradiction
How is this somethin' y'all fail to see?
That sh*t you was tryin' to sell Holmzes (homes) wasn't real to me
You diss Holmzie, for an abusive step father, that's crazy brother
That man put hands on his moms, you mocked the way he suffered
Said you would've shot that n***a the very first day he touched her
Then said, "it's tough to drop your kids to an alcoholic", you know what may be tougher?
Bein' a f**kin' man and protectin' yo' kids from yo' baby mother
That's why I hate these suckas
Buncha d**k blowers
Big posers
When it's time to drop 'em off you be cryin', holdin' ya kids closer
But told Holmzie, at age 12, to protect ya mother you would've clicked toasters
n***a, at age 35 to protect yo' kids you won't tell your baby mother to get sober
It gets colder
Can you explain that?
Go ahead and explain the sh*t but that there is symptom three: troubled relationships
Let's face it b*t*h
You was better never sayin' nothin'
Boy I'm a bad ass kid pushin' the Elevator buttons
He frontin'
I know you mad, you wanna bomb on me
You got a violent streak, tear me limb from limb, but that would be dumb
You're better findin' peace (piece)
Maybe ya numb to it, there's no doubt you need guidance G
But rule of thumb, I know it's a lot to get over, but keep climbin' see
I had a to give him words and encouragement
Hehe, but rewind the scheme
Bomb/limb, dumb/numb, plus a couple more to find at least
Cause when your baby moms finished sippin' a bottle you'd be like, "Finally."
'Til it's another one by her mouth, shhhhh, and you silent B
So quiet please, or meet a stick no one can measure with
Yo' kids gonna see this angle that you under pressure with
If you swing, I'ma weave and get to punchin' hella quick
I will drop you
In the middle of the stream, that way your son can treasure it
It's whatever
What's up Chuck?
He ain't even tough tough
He's c*cky and need humblin', yup
I'm seein' what's what
But that's why the kid need (kidney) failure
So if you wanna die, I'll assist (dialysis) and get Blood clean the f**k up
Maybe it's clean as f**k but, the glory's mine
It ain't all about a resume Dot, it's the story line
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
Cause my 2020 was pain personified
f**k cancer
n***a, the week I battled Geechi, my honor died
I beat cuz, then I lost my little cousin I was horrified
I wasn't worried about droppin' tiers
I was literally, droppin' tears watchin' my mama cry
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
I don't expect you and I to agree
But I took my loses outside the ring and still kept fightin' my G
But their memory gives me energy
When I'm tired they inspire my speech
See while I was ghost writin' for y'all
n***a they was ghost writin' for me!
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
sh*t, I ain't sayin' that I lapped you
He like, "I'm just sayin' you can make the argument-"
b*t*h n***a we ain't ask you!
I trashed you
And where I'm from, don't determine if I'm real or not
I really made it out of Slum Village and I deserve a deal of (Dilla) props
You trash, but your fans is klepto so they still (steal) a watch
You got 'em blind to it, let's be real (braille), it's all filler (feel a) Dot
"Blind" "braille", "feel a dot" that's why I'm slayin' you
Cause if these is yo' last days {gun c*cks} shut up or I'm sprayin' you!
I'll get you snatched up
Devon Campbell gon' have to make a play for you
So this is yo' last hour, unless Daylyt (Daylight) Saving you
I'll pray for you
Yeah, I had to make sure the deal done
I just beat the fake Lux, now bring me the real one!
Chill won!
Cause Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen
What's a god to a non-believer?

Yo who are you Chilla?
It's plain to see, you don't speak on yourself favorably
But we can't let that go by us (bias)
We checked your background and well, it's no priors
Only work you can give us is you writin' for n***as
Well that's rap trap, you droppin' dope lines
Everything come off your dome fire
Then why we can't get no transparency from the Ghost Rider (writer)
Personality? No nada
You just travel the world with schemes and things, doin' all these tricks, get to the point Globetrotter
If I could guess it's a low scoring, you only get credit with the co-signer
Can he (Kenny) come with a new personality against the Champion?
Oh this is so Vada
But no problem
Even though there's nothing we know 'bout him
We gonna choose the lesser of two evils
You know like, go knife him or .45 him
.45 was such a hard choice it forced us to pick him; Joe Biden
No slidin'
On Twitter you so live and it baffles me
This not an op', this a body
n***a type 140 characters but no personality
You can't rap with me
I'ma keep it a fact-ory, n***a we aliens
So we gon' need somethin' potent in ya pen for the faculty
The blasphemy
When I told Holmz' he was crucified he got hot up in that match
Oh but the accuracy
The black man is god and that's always been a fact
Look at the way we've been attacked
Slavery was the crucifix, you lost to Real Deal twice so this gots to be attached
I mean you lost the belt to a white boy, I mentioned "crucifix" so you should get the symbology in that
When the white man used to whip with that very same belt that came across our backs
Ayo snap, I got it wrong, it wasn't for a belt it just sound the same, sorry
"You know m-masta wasn't gonna give me a belt
I was gon' be free. With a chain on me."
What a shame homie
You could've reversed the whole slave story
Instead you got outfoxed when it came to that Real Deal and couldn't Django him
Now ya pain's showin'
Cause you wanna fight me for a belt
These people know everything about me my n***a, what have you felt?
What have you been through?
Where do you bang?
What white have you dealt?
What have you been through?
What are you into?
What pain have you felt?
All this schemin' 'bout you squeezin', how many guys have you killed?
You got no identity so it's interesting all the guys you can help
Yeah of course you can pen for them, you been doin' it
You're a whole 'nother n***a every time you write for yourself
It's quite odd
Over at King Of The Dot you are like God
But over here, it don't blend in with the colors when it's white washed
Laura Tarsi , Topanga, no wonder this nerd n***a like white broads
And even when you had it black it was Creme, oh my gosh
Look, I'm like Nas
Talkin' to the 'Black Girl Lost' that's up in my DM
She tellin' me her 12 year old son look up to B. Dot and consider him royalty whenever she see him
He told me that he watches my battles and told his mom I give him something to believe in
So what the f**k is a King Pen if it's never helpin' the kingdom?
You from Boston?
So many racist f**ks up in ya region
I figured a n***a who grew up in New England would go on King Of The Dot and have something to teach 'em
I went on King Of The Dot, told 'em they can't say "n***a", they guests in our house and gave a f**k how they felt about speeches
You was over there shuckin' and jivin' gettin' sucked by the leeches
Never said one thing about police brutality and how we been gettin' bucked by the beast
It's crazy, you got a pen but you corrupted the reason
What's up with ya thinkin'?
All the words to be associated with "racism" and you never thought to tuck that in ya schemin'?
What's up with this demon?
How the f**k is we even?
Racism tryin' to drown my people and you suffocating the breathing
A real king is supposed to pen quotes to help his people float in the deep end
So what the f**k is a King Pen if it's never helpin' the kingdom
This brother is treason
Calling himself Martin Luther King Pen, boy stop it
Where's the uplifting speeches?
Instead of the scheming about toys poppin'?
If you was really Dr. King all that bussing (busting) would've been boycotted
But your core is rotten
You got no identity, he don't know yaself
I'll Rum Nitty him, suicide or I'll do the job, c*cksucker you should blow yaself
I came to help, and get rid of all the violence you jottin'
We don't believe you stay with the Bucks to be honest (Giannis) about it
You gotta reroute it
Choose a new lane before it rains it's bound to get clouded
Just use ya pen to say you a nerd and proud when you shout it
Look how I've allowed it
With no crowd it's been easy to see what we deem "talent"
Look at the moves I've been makin' on the roof like Queen's Gambit
You seem damaged

You wanna be the Champ, you can have it
I write for a cause, you only write for the reaction
I wear my heart up on my sleeve, I address the people's passion
You not cut from the cloth, I don't expect it from your fabric
And it's tragic
You got a pen, but you used it for dissin' me
So what's a King's Pen to a kingpin that's trying to rewrite history?
The misery
And this that black African power, and if these is yo' last days Chill then this was yo' last hour

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