ColoradoRap, Bigg K, Real Deal - Real Deal vs. Bigg K lyrics

I said yo
They told me not to take this battle
That's hella non sense
I'm knowing that he talk that
Talk but never walked it they said
"Real Deal is a threat i'ma be honest"
I said
"You fucking right he a threat i'm a promise"
You ain't know what's gonna happen but
I knew it'd a happen
Let me catch you in Pittsburgh
With your jewelry flashing
I'ma run down on him get to using a Magnum
Like I want that gold
Jacket like Shooter McGavin
Y'all want to see a dead body? Not a problem
Mijo i catch him in the subway
Like they got Carlito
It's time for extra regular
Trevor to be gone, finito
You the gayest thing in the


Ring since Don Flamenco
You big eared motherfucker
Looking like a newborn mouse
I ain't reaching for a hug
When these two arms out
When I pull it he go sleep like a futon out
I put Deal in the paper
They cutting coupon's out
Now I'ma be real cause I
Never get my fronting on
You deserve a top tier battle for
How far you come along
You got about 30 joints online and
Your win ratio is something strong
So either I did something right
Or you did something wrong
Fuck it, I'm dangerous as living in Hostels
Jump bad and I'ma uppercut your
Chin and your nostrils
Take the gun out the briefcase
Empty out a clip in your tonsils
That Roscoe in the box
Ain't chicken and waffles
You know they say your confidence
Show when your swag right
And your knuckles won't break if
You throwing your jab right
Ever seen a nine mil with
The scope and the flashlight?
Somebody getting kilt when I
Blow it like bagpipes
I get the sense you was a
Ho in your past life
Your music ain't gon' work you gon'
Go to the glass pipe
I know y'all probably think I'm
Ferocious and mad nice but to keep it real I
Wrote this shit last night go 'head man

From the top? Aight, I'ma tell you how this
Battle really got arranged now
So Pen hit me up and said
"Ayo son I couldn't get you
The rappers you wanted
But, I got an idea and if we
Market it this match could do numbers
White on white crime"
So now we supposed to battle each other?
Look at me K! Look at
Me K! We're practically brothers!
So I should let you know as a brother
Your whole "I surround myself with
Black people" white dude swag
Is fucking cornier than a Coors
Light Ice Cube ad
And all them strong arm tactics
This is not the place for pulling it
Think you got me shook
Well that's not the case
You fooling with someone who
Sees it everyday
I'm not afraid so cool it bitch
You know that I'm a teacher we
Don't tolerate that bully shit so to me
All your size proves is how many times
You've eaten at a drive thru
So thinking that you gon'
Throw your weight around
Here to beat me ain't a wise move
I'm that prick you gotta deal with so
Believe me he gon' die soon
Cause, I love to kill a fat motherfucker
But hey your diabetes is that Type 2 too
He the kind of guy you pick up at
Basketball cause you thinking you
Need more size
Then his soft ass spends all day
Out at the three point line
He gained like 50 pounds after high school
So he's a bad ass now
He the type you go to fight and wanna wrestle
You all sloppy with his ass crack out
But fuck the jokes cause K's a thug
He finna get the metal and spit
You got it pressed to me temple
Fully intends to empty that clip
He's trigger happy
Goes to squeeze that Beretta then clickclick
Y'all gon' see all his rounds
Are based off hypothetical shit
Like, hypothetically he could shoot
Me with all the shit that you can fathom
That ain't even cool to make up
Like little kids in beauty pageants
All you have is gun lines
Drug lines then you fuse in the punch
Question: How you call Illmac' Tiny Tim if
You the one that's using the crutch?
See there's a million names
For guns and drugs
That's what makes it easy to do
I'll kill you with gun
Lines, more creatively
And more believable too y'all ready?
I'm in your hood, broad daylight
While you unarmed and shoot you
Directly in the face
Then I'll pull my cell phone out and call
The cops to come investigate the case
I wipe the gun off, put it in your palm
Now with that pistol in hand
They got the prints (Prince) from you K (UK)
Like Kate Middleton's man
Cops roll up it's mayhem
"Put your hands in the air!"
I'm like, "Officer, thank God
I'm so glad that you're here"
This man just tried to mug me
Pulled a weapon on me i said
'I don't have any money' he
Started to wrestle with me
And then the gun kinda sniff sniff"
Who do you think the detective believes?
He's a convicted felon
I'm a school teacher who can pass a
Piss test and my record is clean
I just took his bread and butter and
Now you see his stomach rumbling
It's sad cause I like him
White kid from Virginia that
Literally come from nothing
Cinderella story, the slipper's falling
Back to suds and scrubbing
Y'all just seen this country bumpkin turn
Back to a fucking pumpkin

I say yo
I don't give a FUCK about battle rap
This ain't bothering me when I leave here
I'm going to the bar for a week
I just came to tell you you
Don't go hard in the street
And to call you a DICK cause
You are what you eat
Fag fuck you gassed up like a flame thrower
When I cut dope I use Ether for the Takeover
I got some bricks in the
Stash of the Range Rover
Find China in the trunk like Hangover
Say I peeped your whole fucking steez
I ain't a bit stupid
You stuck battling cause you make shit music
And you gon' try to rebuttal everything I
Can say before I get to it
Like it's gon' make you a less of
A faggot cause you admit to it
I have yet to see any
Progress in you thus far
You in one lane going in
Circles like cop cars
You pick the perfect angles
Your lyrics is sub par
How good is an MC that
Got everything but bars?
Like every gun 50 and up
It's like the highway
I ain't never listen to nothing
I do it my way
Catch you lunching inside on the couch
Stroll through your driveway
Then get to dumping on the
Side of your house, smokey in Friday
I said I ain't been on the
Scene a year but views, i got a fair amount
And as far as groupies, my life is a movie
I bag a pair amount paramount
You somebody I gain nothing off of airing out
It's Real Deal
The nicest battle rapper nobody cares about
This is revenge for every kid you
Ever failed in gym class
Every suspension and detention they had to
Spend with yo' bitch ass
My hands fast I throw a
Jab you catch whiplash
Or this razor will cut designs in
Your face like Riff Raff
I said I be shit faced drunk
Off the 'yac or bourbon
Finish my glass and whip ya ass
Til your scabs is hurting
I'm working with a chopper
That'll crack Suburbans
But, I'll write him a chin
Check like plastic surgeons
I don't give a fuck how many battles you had
Don't play with me
Rappers y'all consider the vets is
Fish fillet to me i come to any city you at
As long as you paying me
I really live the life that I rap
What you gon' say to me?
I still get that bread by the stack
It's like a bakery
Posted with my hand on the strap
Somebody pray for me
Working with a chopper 'bout that
Long for the hatery hundred shot clip and it
Last longer than slavery
I say yo, I'd battle for a check
I don't battle for views
When I come to these venues I feel
Like the realest cat in the room
Cause my mindset is even if I happen to lose
I am still content being a
Better rapper than you go 'head man

Y'all seen a Bigg K battle
He'll show you what insecurity is
Cause he be talking while his
Opponent be performing they shit
Like if I say, "K you pussy"
Instead of looking confident and
Ignoring the diss
What did he do? Roll his head, shake his eyes
That just make you look more of a bitch
See my demeanor is more cerebral
These people they think I'm cocky though
Behind my team with my arms
Folded like a hockey coach
Your mom's a ho, I pipe her
(Piper) like I was Roddy though
Trapeze artist as far as
Catching these bodies go you? Waste of size
Sweet as cakes and pies and
Softer than a baby's thighs
You? Shake and fries
Steak with bake potato laced with Bacon
Bit's and draped in chives
You have never pushed a plate aside
So being overweight is why
You call yourself Bigg
Well Pun intended when you hit the
Age of 28 and die i swear by every hair on
All your chinny chin chins
If everybody from your state
Is built like you?
Cigarettes the only thing in Virginia Slim
And your main bitch is such a busted
Wreck she be giving riders rubber neck
A ratchet black chick from the 7-5-7 so you
Think she's fly enough to cover Jet
Okay question how come every time someone
Plays Mary, Fuck, Kill, that bitch dies?
She's 5'6" and weighs and weighs
As much as someone 6'5"
Plus she's lazy like Notorious BIG's eye
She's only with you cause you
Mention you pitch pies
But all jokes aside, I'm headed to Virginia
Storm the beach with my crew like D-Day
You should've seen them red flags
Like you using replay
Fall back I gotta ball bat I use from Eastbay
We'll see if he can stand up
After that Louie see K
Y'all know Louie CK? The comedian?
I figured like
Okay he's one of the biggest out today
Half the crowd gon' miss it cause fuck it
Ralphie May i mean
Enough with the jokes cause
Even if he packing
That pistol ain't moving from his hip
It's like a cell phone conversation, when
You see K with texts, it's usually a bitch
And I don't even wear chains but you let
Your charms swing 'round me it's stupid
Cause, I will rob K for the jewelry
Then sing the jingle while I do it
Every kiss begins with Kay
Get off Twitter, you're emotional
Ass on there like, "Smack won't book me"
That's so pussy, i thought you was Mr all
World Class Pro Rookie
But when you choked against Rosenberg
That's when you start to free fall
Now nobody's trying to call you like
A charge in street ball
Cause your music's aight but you act
Like it's up to Kanye standards
I see the way you act when you kicking
It at a show like a Broadway dancer
So you freestyled with Sway
You think that's gon' get
Them songs played faster?
Man, nobody's trying to check for
That like prostate cancer
You have half assed every
Battle but Half Past so how can you be at
The tops and bottom feed?
You've been beating bums up in this circuit
To me it's like the plot of Rocky 3
And since you Irish it's only
Fitting for that script right?
Cause if y'all remember
That's the movie where the Mick dies

Said god damn
Trying to clown me for being on Twitter
That's real disrespectful brother
If it wasn't for Twitter I
Would've never met your mother
I said yo, I pop one
Shotgun on the back of the Harley
Wrap a cap around his face like
A hat for a party
Y'all think I'ma let Mr woodcock out bar me?
Rhetorical question Farley
Fuck bars, you gonna get all jokes
You ain't never played the strip
Getting chips off coke
And your competition tripping
You gotta lick off toast i been thugging
You dick sucking kickball coach
You fucking with a stand up man
You better sit up
I'm riding through the trap with a
Mac strapped to my git up
My lights off, it's pitch black
I got the tint up bars, as soon as I pull
Up I'm hitting chin up
If he jump, rope him to the truck
Drag him through the mean city streets
Or I show up to your school
Dickies clean with the crease
Snuff your ass in front of students
You gon' be missing teeth
Then I'ma stretch the whole class without the
I don't usually do personals but
This fraud is so bogus
You being a PE teacher is
Something I'm gon' notice
And I'll bet any amount of
Money this is my prognosis
You wrote them rounds on the
Back of a conduct notice
Yo, when I wild you run a mile
Chopper swinging with the shoulder strap
I see horror through the scope
What's your zodiac?
And you ain't suppose to rap
Fuck whoever told you that
You wouldn't lick a shot in the air
Unless you coaching track
My 40 kicks sideways when
I'm holding it straight
At 13 I served fiends through
The hole in the gate
Bang your head on the gym
Floor til the linoleum break
Try that Greco-Roman shit
I punch a bone out your face
Oh you the working man MC? I
Got my hand in the gutter fuck your 9 to 5
I got 95 grams of the butter
My big homie just backed 30
Grand at the Rucker
I feel like Sonny from Bronx Tale
The working man is a sucker
Fly fella I rhyme better, you heard clown
Apply pressure I turn up you turn down
We can battle til the
Motherfucking 33rd round
I got bars around the waist like a turnstile
I know a secret about your baby
Mama that you carry with ya
And I figured now is the perfect time
For me to share it with ya
She got a thing for licking ass
I ain't playing with ya
She hang around for rim jobs
Like a cherry picker
I said yo, you get kids suspended
That shit corny as hell
I'm a thug on the east
Coast and California as well
I stab your son in the throat
Grab the little boy by his hair
And then drag him with the
Ox like Oregon Trail i said
Take a look at my circle this
What a 4 G clique 'bout
Gutta Gang Gwap Getters making
Whores eat dick out
I get to swinging this machete
With a Voorhees dismount
It take half off the
Deal like employee discounts go 'head man

He tried to take shots at me and
Says I've been teaching gym class
I think he's just mad cause
Judging by his waist
That's the one class his ass ain't pass
But ayo, what does Rex say? Grown man bars
That's something he's gotta deal with
See that grown man part
That's what gets me because it's real shit
I couldn't walk in your shoes K
Cause they're children size
You'd get lost in my shoes K
Cause they're a building wide
I'm up at 5: 00 every day
Awake before the sun is up
Breakfast made, shower, shaved
Making sure my son is up
I take him to the bus
Say I'll see him when it brings him back
You're married to the game
I'm representing for them single dads
But, you? Let me guess
Every morning you up is another corner to cut
Boy ass mindset, long as his gear is fresh
And his Jordan's is tough
I mean, you a hustler, I don't knock it
Someone's gotta feed the fiends on the strip
Cause they just snaps but snap
Who you think is teaching they kids?
So while you out shopping rocks on the block
On your grind I'm in the trenches
Public schools where 70% are
Below the poverty line
Where all they talk is black
White test scores and bridging the gap
So I don't have the same
Principles my principles have
A kid will stand up and say "fuck
You" in the middle of class
20 minutes later come up and hug you cause
You the only father figure he has
Could you do that K and still
Come home and make music?
Knowing you gon' pay off that could you, K?
Okay no, that's what I thought
You will always be that chubby little
Kid your dad and mom failed
And you're right
I'm kicking messages to son so this
IS like A Bronx Tale
Oh, the working man is a sucker? He a sucker
Well this is where we swap stories
Cause, I'm getting paid now
I can really let the Deniro talk for me
Oh, but I heard you been lacing tracks
About blazing gats and spraying that Sig'
That's the grown breaking shit you're
Gonna break in rap with? By the time I'm 35
Just off teaching I'll make 80 racks kid
At the restaurant you bus at
Eating baby back ribs
While you're running from agents and doing
A bid in the big house
I'll be fucking with agents and placing
A bid on a big house
While I'm sending my son to college
And paying money for his books
You'll be hoping someone
Still acknowledges you
To put money on your books
While they search for me on Google
You'll be slurping Ramen Noodles
Homie that's what you've been eating
When you locked up
While I'm texting on my celly you'll
Be wrestling with your celly
Because one of you was sleeping
On the top bunk
Now, next time I see Pen it's
On stage at some main battle
Next time you see pen' it's in chains
Upstate shackled
You act like you the only one
We both grew up as poor folk
Except I came from Pittsburgh
You were raised in Norfolk
We both knew killers and drug dealers
We both knew who the dope man was
But, I grew up and grew out of that stage
That's what a grown man does i mean
I thought it was cool that I had
Friends that did a couple bids
Til they came home
I saw their face and knew
They had enough of it
You still glorify that lifestyle
You think it's tough as shit
So why you call yourself "Bigg" and act
Like such a little fucking kid?