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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!
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