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Kid Chaos vs. B. Dot
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I'm godly But to Earth I've come down for the one-round? Well, that's all it take to catch a body They called me I told Beasley, "Look, I'm gifted Don't even tell me who gon' be present, n***a...surprise me" Oddly...they gave me the n***a wit' all the potential Nah, nah, see This what happens when they put the sure thing in front of the prob'ly Told him he would take flight and be the bomb... Yeah, n***a, kamikaze! Try me We be in your hotеl promptly Under the gun the еxtended stay We in the lobby My shooter keep a piece (peace) wit' the BaldHead We call him Gandhi But he smoke 'dro, so his eyes low Gotta keep 'em open to catch the drop Ay, where the Visine!? Pull up, everything dirty in the whip, but the ride clean Pop out, 4 'Ks You gon' see this sh*t clearer than a widescreen! Consult wit' the killas Meanin' the murderers advise me Gimme what you got! 'Cause if I touch the baby, you all gettin' shot This sh*t mo' 'Contagious' than the Isleys! Mock me! How you gon' catch a n***a movin' Godspeed? Outta Earth is where they find me I mean, leave Earth for once Show us A Different World Grow up, Kid! This ain't the Cosbys! Why he, in front of me? Thought I was gonna be takin' the Bat head off like I'm Ozzy You (Jew) fake: Ashkenazi .9s, .22s, .30s, .40s, even rise the shotty I don't know what brush I'm tryna paint you with I'm just drawin' whatever...like a Basquiat piece! Ooh, you got me! Finna hit your noggin When I rap like this, it's a problem I mean, it's always been in my genes (jeans) It seems (seams) I'm just in a different pocket Told Beas' we could skip this option I wanted the crowd! Surf! Get the mosh pit! Instead, I get this fake-a** Arsonal wit' different content I never wanted this...Kid: Tristan Thompson! Pick the topic! This language I'm scriptin' is more ancient than Egyptian Coptic This is business! And you tryna get back more than what you've put in Yeah...and now you get the Prophet (profit)! This is nonsense I'll put you- N***a, this is nonsense! I'll put you in a chokehold for tryna skip the process Your n***as will have to try and...take you out the loop Like you don't wanna get the gossip! N***a, STOP it! You pop sh*t from that 2-on-2 when y'all did it Yeah, you linked up wit' Arsonal like y'all kindred You had the pen, he had the performance - y'all blended But the bar bended when Ars' mentioned you use too many words We observed your style get dumbed down for dawg gimmicks You let Arsonal stop you from puttin' in the pen (PIN) Like you was his b*t*h in his phone, tryna get all in it So I'm callin' it .45s, .9s - BOW! - let the AR split him He fall victim But he still alive, takin' in oxygen (*gasp*) Calm wit' it BOW! N***a, DIE! The pistol tellin' him to take his last breath Another arsenal (Arsonal) talkin' you outta bein' long-winded! Y'all listen! Steel sharpens steel, but he not Iron Man, it's a Stark difference I write wit' the might of the hand of God that stopped the crash that Twork was in during the car flippin'! You got a pen, but you gotta evolve wit' it Or keep losin' while Charles Dar-winnin'! You gotta learn to walk wit' the giants! Yeah, n***a, I'm like that! You gotta learn to walk wit' the giants! Stop relyin' on bein' the biggest lil' person You can't be happy bein' this tall midget Spark interest When I write, the Crips and B-Dawgs feel it Even the ladies love it! These illustrations got 'em drawn in it You claim you a stepper, but never talkin' it like you WALKIN' IT! How many losses you got on the app!? Did it double? Oh, seven? (007) I can't BOND wit' it! BOMB wit' it! Step inside the elevator, press the b***on like Juntao Come up to the roof All for nothin', get sent down! You gon' beat me? Wit' this style!? N***a, when!? HOW!? That sh*t you write took a long time to get here Yeah, you got a pen...POW! (pen pal) N***a SIT DOWN!...when the fif' blammin' Broad day We ain't gotta wait 'til Midnight for you to get Madness I'll draw it on your neck You gon' regret gettin' this sh*t tatted! This sh*t is tragic! Y'all takin' that "M and M" (Eminem) sh*t a little too far...like Nick Cannon Get damaged This that Black African Power And if they book us for three rounds, Chaos, you gon' see your final hour, n***a Whoopty They said- YO! They said, "You got a week prep to write B.'s death!" I said, "I usually don't roast women, but I'mma fry this ho" I mean, I ain't worried about Charlie She ain't (Sheen) gon' make it past Two and a Half min (Men) once Blood insides get shown Yeah, I bet the white'll show 'Cause they had me doin' all this travelin' Watchin' the hours go back as you get to feel right at home! So since I had to travel all these miles and zones The South 'bout to kick the West's a** 'cause I'm feelin' jet-lagged Boy, you already know what time I'm on You VIOLENT, bro!? Well, don't stop me, Blood! B*t*h, you'll get sliced and toned How I know? 'Cause everybody think they can hang until it's by a rope But I know how this go I should take a direct angle (rectangle) on Dot like dominoes But I'm only playin' that game if the fact remains that all they find is BONES! Now yo' body breakin' down for every battler you've tried to break down and body Ooh, karma's somethin' I thought he would notice 'Cause bein' degrading and bringing out skeletons is somethin' we often see D composin' But he the dopest? Bro, last time you tried to spar wit' me, you and Sikh lost as teams I felt like the Romans Jesus Christ, The God got crucified the last time He stood across from me They thought Anarchy would lose, like we was failin'! Until we had God down to a T like..."Nailed it!" I got tough skin But you was draggin' (dragon) the myth that I wasn't spittin' fire So I scaled it But ONE ROUND!? Smack, I'm cool wit' gettin' checks (Chex) for a snack like trail mix! But I'm usually rockin' wit' the Flames Brim!? Stones!? But it's you who I'mma say "To Hell with!" You pale b*t*h! Bro, even if you is a God, you a demigod, 'cause you half of I You wanna know why it's a fact I find? 'Cause on the Blackopoly record we got on together My verse was obviously better in half the time Plus, in the 2-on-2, you admitted you figured I wrote all of me and Arsonal’s raps and rhymes! So even in a handicap match wit’ a Crip, you ain’t have what it take to front on me in the building And that’s a SIGN! See, they made me pay dues! And gave thee great room to say these lame views Same things they’ve used Out-of-date schemes: Quaaludes Race-bait King, they knew Makes me take you as a safe drink, 8-proof! Fake weed, K2! ’K shoot! With bullets that just discovered a great thing: breakthrough But same scheme - Phase 2! You up here tryin’ to convince ‘em that you ain’t me, ain’t you? Plus some just wanna see who the real god runnin’ ‘round And yeah, you fire underground, but Hades ain’t Zeus Plus, askin’ who the REAL god is like, “What came first: the chicken or the egg?” And that may seem grade-school But I’mma leave you so riddled you gon’ need a pair of docs (paradox) Boy, don’t make me MAKE YOU! I break rules! Like how you say you believe in polygamy and treatin’ women as equals? OK, which is yo’ pick? ‘Cause see, you contradict your consciousness and then your roles switch But don’t trip ‘Cause I done sold everything from steel to pills See, that’s how you stick to yo’ script But I aim to be a deadbeat pops ON MY KIDS, I WON’T MISS! I’LL BE SPLITTIN’ BRO SH*T! Bro, we all can rap Where The Saurus at? See, all men act (almanac) like they know the directions to be seen across the map And you seemingly encompa** that But I talked to Smack And said, “Bro, I need a battle where I can capitalize after!” He said, “Don’t worry - we got Dot for that.” But it gotta be a glitch in the Matrix- C’mon, man Y’all can sleep all y’all want Sleep all y’all want (*chuckles*) I’ve been wildin’ Aye, listen… Aye! But I talked to Smack And said, “I need a battle where I can capitalize after!” He said, “Don’t worry - we got Dot for that.” But it gotta be a glitch in the Matrix if I die crossin’ paths to this copy-cat So Dot, relax Understand who you fightin’ wit’ Oh, you Godbody? Well, I’m tryna body God and shoot while you drivin’ in BAH! Then rise again ‘Cause it was easy to spot you through that gla** So I just decided to provide some tint Now all that’s gon’ be left inside yo’ whip gon’ be pieces of 5 Percent! ‘Cause I’M A GOD! ‘Cause I’m a god! And it’s more than what I do wit’ these bars Even down to the tunes where I’m truly a star Think you’re provin’ me wrong? Then go through all my songs And from there, you’ll be M.I.A…Music Is Art Yo, give it up for Kid Chaos! Give it up for B. Dot! I think that one, we need three racks! (We need three racks!) Let me know! Let me know! That was crazy, you know what I’m sayin’? We gon’ go to the room wit’ JayBlac, Tsu Surf, and Charlie Clips Let’s get it I think Geechi Gotti in there too Let’s get it - Smmmmack
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