King of the Dot, Chilla Jones, Iron Solomon - Iron Solomon vs. Chilla Jones lyrics

Aye this remind me of them summer
Nights on Blue Hill Avenue
Cause y'all see me handle Krome now
I'm up here snatchin' jewels (Jews)
It's a wrap for you
But before you can call me "wack"
Bitch I'm the King Pen
And for all three rounds I'ma show
You why they call me that
What up Iron Aaron? Now that I see that Iron
Here in I'm eyein' Aaron
Gunshots is what Iron hearin'
Hit Iron earrin' when iron airin'
I'll point a gun down at his young child
Do Iron heir in with Iron errands
Soon as Iron nearin' his head explode
They need a bowl to put his eye and ear in
Now I ain't erring on the side of caution
I ain't a regular rapper boy, every bar cold
(code) but maybe it'll register after
But amp him up, I'll up the cater
Serve his head on a
Platter like hors d'oeuvres
Since y'all wanna egg on a cracker
Boy, I'm a relevant factor
I know they say what you planned on
They pulled strings to get
You took out, pussy, like a tampon
I'm hands on you came for God then
(Gordon) hey word (Hayward)
I told him, "Break a leg" from the jump
Just hope his punches don't land wrong
My fans strong of course I'ma sell tics
(Celtics) , nigga save the hate
You think it's rosier
(Rozier) on this side? Well be Smart
Before they make a statement
Cause Brown knows it'll only
Cause more issues
Then them K's is wavin', that Larkin sparkin'
You'll be takin' more shots in
Boston than Jason Tatum
But what he say is amazin'
He lyrically should shine
Cause he's a top tier writer
With plenty of good lines
But do your research
And any good enemy would find
Iron ain't touched an arm since
Penny from Good Times fuck them hood rhymes
Actin' like you sprayin' a burner
Summer Madness the only time you
Was facin' a murder (Murda)
When Mook was done witchu
All they found was your glasses
And a Skittles bag he owned holmes
(homes) like the middle class, kicked his ass
Nine or the deuce deuce, which to blast?
Finally I said, "Fuck it", let eight off
(Adolf) and killed you (Jew)
With the little stash
And (Anne) Frank-ly, you're obsessed with battlin' Crips
I think you need help Cuz
I mean Daylyt, Magic, Nitty, Ars'
You even called out Surf
To make yourself buzz
I know why you target the Crips
Even if nobody else does it's biology
See Iron's biggest job is to help Blood
But, you ain't never been a thug
Not a day in your life son
Heard you had a couple side chicks
An Asian and white one
And you ain't never got tested? Well
That wasn't very bright son
Or maybe you're so obsessed with Crabs you
Figured you'd give your wife some
But go 'head, diss Shotgun for being a Crip
You gon' die being a brilliant writer
The wrong line, then Suge'll
(sugar) rush you like candy that
Got your children hyper
You only good with punches homie
You a resilient fighter
But, I catch you before your flight outta
Boston with no steel beside ya
So when y'all hear there was
A shootin' at the
Airport, and now Chilla gotta
Chill with lifers, don't ask questions
Just know that I'm the reason there's
Metal in Logan like William Stryker
Bitch I'm a striker!
I swing fast, treat him like a speed bag
It's a wrap for him in the
Middle East cause he jab
(Hijab) with his weak ass
Homie I'm back to my rap pinnacle
I'll shoot his ass right on
The couch Vlad interview
Bullets blast into you
Quick and fast intervals so you choose
Brigham & Women's or Mass General?
A bad visual, get your right eye stuffed
If you don't want your fuckin' shirt
Turned to tie dye run
Cause this Eagle can give you wings
You gon' fly high son
Since your people live by the Desert
You gon' die by one
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But, you ain't never stood in front
Of three rounds like these boss Town!

Y'all was fuckin' with all of his
Boston angles in his rounds?
Black and white, no wonder he had to pander
(panda) to the crowd
But facts, this battle would've
Never happened if Aye Verb hadn't pulled out
Last minute like his daddy should've
So you gettin' my least potent punches
I'm slap boxin' him
Took my watered down Rum leftovers
And I'm back washin' him
You was my last option son i told Bishop
"Make sure my dough is straight
Put it on a plate
Show me half the bread, you get an open face"
He said, "I respected champ you got it
And check the stamped" i be getting bands
(bans) in battle rap quick as a JeFFrey rant
Fuck all the rumors
Why I ain't rematch Peter Morris sooner?
Oh he's mad he ain't win the first time
You the sorest (The Saurus) loser
That Greek? Food
I'll feast at a different venue
Somehow the Middle East pita
(Peter) wasn't on the menu
Bro, when you feed the king, Organik
You have to serve it with more seasoning
Not a baby who's bitin' my
Rounds like a teething ring
Y'all matched the toddler
Holdin' a magic marker against
A classic author with the Penny
A helpless little girl
Inspector Gadget's daughter
In Mass I'm a masked marauder
Teaching the class in karma
I'm sick and my fangs in
Farther than Amazon anacondas
The lines that I land are sharper
Than cuts from a Spanish barber
The last performer
From the days of the DAT recorders
When Kane used to smash Madonna
The sand, the water
The farmer who plants the seeds
That expand the genre
A man of honor, a monster
A gangster, the banker and a robber
Frank Sinatra could throw a fit
Together better than cranky toddlers
So don't step to me if what you kicks fugazi
You seen I made Nitty look like
A bird in them Blue Jays
So if you ain't in the
Mind frame to like pain
You don't need the headache to
Go against my grain (migraine)
And every battle you book
The same story retold
Y'all might feel like he's cold to me, C old
A one trick pony
His schemes are at best, forced
Ridin' the style he on
(stallion) , until he beatin' a dead horse
You won a couple of races now
A honkey's in your way you can pen
(pin) a tale (tail) and portray him
As the donkey of the day
But this jackass's ego is swollen
It gets ahead of him
This medicine gon' help him reduce that
Swellin' and I got the Epipen
To prod your vein
From now on, my name is John McCain
A veteran with somethin' lethal I need
To get off my brain
I paused the game but never lost my aim
See C so low ratchet in the street
It ain't a walk of shame
I honed those skills, I'm in the dojo still
Where real recognize real so we
Don't know no Chill
So you gon' fall from this status
You ain't seasoned to have
Get raked across the yard
Tonight he leaves in a bag
Chilla your career was Sub Zero
Before you challenged me moving down back
Down forward now you facin' your fatality

I said mic check one two, one two
Iron's these ain't even ours
You said somethin' 'bout "Donkey Of The Day"
Lighten up
You really think you can see C The God?
See I spoke to you at Mass 1
Before you came outta retirement
You said you was a big fan
And seein' me was inspirin'
Said you wanna rap with 'Lyt
Scheme with Chilla
Punch with the Bar God and
And all types of shit
But then you told me Myers was scared
Now imagine hearin' Danny ran
(Rand) from Iron Fist but I'm legit
The best writer
And the evidence is quite conclusive
So when I take this round
You gon' blame the crowd
Don't even try it stupid i make it clear
With a little back and forth like wiper fluid
So when they score it they
Don't gotta OD or lend (Len) Bias to it
But, you the one ballin'?
Get it, one ballin'? Is y'all followin'?
One ball, then y'all followin'
Then gun hit Iron lung
He'll need an iron lung for oxygen
Stomp his chin
Kick my feet up on him like an ottoman
Then funeral time put Solomon around solo men
I gotta win, yeah this body gonna be shockin'
Electrocutioner, if it's a problem this these
Four K's gonna be the resolution
Let's get it clear, you haven't grown
It's like you can't stand evolution
But every step you losin'
Tryin' to keep up with the
Direction like Dance Dance Revolution
When your music failed
The culture kept you movin'
Let's be honest here, you ain't
Top tier or bottom tier, you're a volunteer
I'm glad y'all liked that
Cause y'all also went crazy when you heard
It versus Nitty in the boy round
I just figured I'd take it from you
Since you took it from Troy Brown
Oh you didn't think we would find it out?
It's too late to be quiet now
But when I think about it
It kinda reminds me of the Holyfield
Tyson bout
Cause he was overwhelmed with back to back
Punches and couldn't grind it out
So now for bitin', baow
A piece of ear off in Iron mouth
He tried to out and eat
Clips for the same thing
Like he never stole or bit nothin'
Who gave you this Fruit Stripes?
I should leave a
Big Red hand print on your shit cousin
But try gettin' me
And you'll get hit with a Bazooka
I'm talkin' mid stride if I
Catch the kid runnin'
You gettin' chewed cause I'm twice the rapper
I just wish being double meant
(mint) somethin'
I'm Extra amped, say the wrong thing
Best recant head shot
Exposin' a racist mind like a JeFFrey rant
Nigga my style got flare on the low
Elvis Presley pants
Spine shot, his legs wobble
Got him doin' the Elvis Presley dance
But test me champ, shit I'm outside
The corner store like, "Aye
What you doin' on my block shorty?"
See I'm old school so in case he case 'em
(Casey Kasem) I give his Top 40
Imagine me catchin' a bullet from Aaron
Bitch I am not Jordy
Nail son to the wall like
"Nigga what you got fore me?"
Trey in the clutch with seven rings so
Either he get robbed or he (Horry)
Tryin' cause we jacked his foreign whip
But quit with the sob stories
Nigga get lost, the arm make you flipped boss
Hip toss, this Bad Boy from Brooklyn went to
Cali and took a BIG loss
Give you 30 out this Ill matic
Knock your limbs off do you dirty
He'll get shot in the kitchen
Like a Jimz blog
I'm pissed off cause you came at
E ness for bein' 33 i mean ain't you 33 now?
Don't you know where real rappers careers
Should be when they're 33? Wow!
When 50 Cent was 33
He made a hundred mil' off of Vitamin Water
Now Iron is 33 and he
Still can't find a supporter
When Ice Cube was 33
He was in three movies just to get shine
When Kanye was 33 he went platinum
For the fifth time
And Drake's status as a legend
Well that's already fuckin' clear
And he won't even be 33
For another couple years
But in 33 AD, Jesus and Judas died
So in his 33rd year, Iron gets crucified
But between you and I
I know your birthday was April 10th
And that's an actual fact
But ask Paul Pierce
Being 34 in a Boston club can
Get you stabbed in the back!
So, you might've battled dudes
Who sound like me
But, you ain't never stood in front
Of three rounds like these boss Town!

Uhh, I'm 36 i'm 36, I shoulda pre-warned you
After tonight
I'm gonna be up another three on you
Yo, y'all believe that he rides strapped
Through Dot and supplies crack?
You got to be keepin' your pipe
Packed if you buy that this dandy lyin'
(dandelion) through his two lips (tulips)
He don't provide fact everybody knows
(nose) the truth gotta smell
A lie lacks (lilacs)
I don't believe you peddle flower
If you snitch a soldier
Get a whiff, something isn't kosher
This pig got a different odor
I get one scent
(cent) of the coppers the shit is over
Press the metal into your tongue
Like a penny loafer
Now nobody's buyin' what Jerome Jones sells
I got the trap buggin' out like a roach motel
I got the trap, Bug In
Out like a roach motel?
See how I tricked you to bring this
Poison into your own home Chill?
Last night at his crib I had
His spouse on the couch
But tonight I came to take
Chill out in his house
You wear the crown of this town
Oh you the king on the throne?
But, your albums come out
Not a single gets sold
Nobody bought the Mass King's
(masking) tape, stick to your roll (role)
But, I'm off of this clown
Let me talk to the crowd say, "Boston!"
(Boston) no really holler it loud
Say "Boston!" (Boston)
When they say, "Boston" they're proud
So why you gotta call it Boss
Town and water it down?
However hard that it sounds or everybody
Bein' a boss in your town
Just picture a bunch of
Rick Ross's walkin' around
Yo, what's the meaning of being king
If we all have the crown?
What's a boss with no workers
To be bossin' around?
But in his mind he believe the shit
That might be the reason that
Writer's Bloque is divided
It's called a "Crisis of Leadership"
In your team full of Urkels
Where they chief is a nerd
Who needs help in his writing so they
The geeks that he turns to
It's the tricks of the trademarks
Like Conceited and her crew
You're cool to copy writtens
(copy-written) if you got C in your circle
Your clique's weird
Half a dozen odd balls around his sphere
From this angle my G
Our metrics say the Bloque
Is just six squares well I'm Cube
I'll write through everyone in
This guy's crew
Anybody can fuckin' get it I'm AIDS in '92
So strap up
Or I'm takin' your lives and your wive's too
Two rings and it's death do us
Part and that's how I do
And I got shots for everybody
It's a special occasion
Even Rum went down easy without
Me havin' to chase it
First Day' quit then Magic
Y'all see the pattern after I face him
Y'all catch what I'm sayin'
Y'all see this game of Jenga I'm playin'?
Turnin' Writer's Bloque into
Whitey's Block ain't
No rent that I'm raisin'
Til everybody a victim
This is gentrification!
There goes the neighborhood Chilla
It won't stop
It's like I resemble my own pops how
I'ma chip off the old block (Bloque)
Mr top Tier From The Proving
Ground is the wrong moniker
I'll send you back to that
Class you belong in, i'm a hall monitor
And all of my peers fire drills
If you don't get in line
Everybody here raise an arm
It's attendance time
A test you shouldn't cheat
I'm the professor take a seat
Y'all mix a vegetable to eat
I've been a recipe for beef you a skeptic
What you think? You ain't endin' up deceased?
Bang! Your brain's hangin' from the ceilin'
Should help suspend your disbeliefs

It's like a movie
Right? The Death Of King Solomon
Now playin', you diggin' the plot?
Good, cause your spot in the ground fakin'
As far as your crew? Well a
DeVille pullin' up with rounds blazin'
Long Sig (cig') smokin'
Soon as I spot a dog like a Dalmation
I heard the foul statements "Verse Iron
The King Pen gon' get his crown taken"
Clowns hatin' actin' like they was forced to
(foster) care like child placements
And after Nitty, my slim
Chance got even triller
But don't you hear the
Crowd shakin' the foundation?
Well if not, then keep sleepin'
Just know after shockin' them you could
Wake up to somethin' ground breakin'
But, you know who was groundbreaking? Bender
He was Canada's King Pen
And even though he's gone from rap
I wanna take a second
And remind all of y'all why
They called him that y'all ready?
I said I'll make every single king retreat
From war and seek his fortress
Then storm the beach in Normandy
With forces we deported
I'll sheath the sword and leave them corpses
He ignored repeated warning
The Ouija board and demon sources
See 'em formin' like bees are swarmin'
If I hear he turned vegan I'll feed
Him pork and leave a fork in
Make him leave a portion of fetal
Organs with Puerto Rican orphans
Thought he was formerly important
Fuck his boring, weak performance
Now you in enemy territory like
A North Korean tourist
You made an album and acted like
We were the poor receivin' fortune
Take every chorus
Re-record it cause it's horribly distorted
And all these horrid, cheap endorsements
Sportin' orthopedic Jordans
On the court with Peter Morris
Gee of course you leave the sorest
(The Saurus) rest In Peace legend
You probably wrote the most clean rounds ever
But what you gon' do? Diss me
For my tweets? How clever
See I'm a legend cause I'm the King Pen
Who can put three rounds together better
But, you're a legend because you're the
King Penof the freestyle era
And we'll never forget Spring Fever
Were you high or stone cold?
You think your album was a classic?
You a liar with no soul
But inquire what bro sold
Mettleing with the music
Even Alchemist couldn't get Iron to go gold
I'm so cold bumpin' Drake when spittin'
Still got Avocado dippin'
Flippin' tables wit' it
If I hit Laugh-N-Stalk in his mustache
His face go wit' it
And if he try to Avenge your death
Half of Marv'll (Marvel) be gone
Nigga they gon' think Thanos did it
Homie I'm wit' it, turnin' niggas to dust
You can't picture that?
Well with every line Jones
Got the time stones
So I can bring your Vision back
He tried to put Thor ax through my thorax
Thinkin' the shit's a wrap
But when it becomes time to
Disappear I'm quit to snap
This is that that, Bruce
Banner type of nigga, you know
When it's war he's scared to
Bring that Hawk out
Now ain't it Strange cakin'
For Iron? See that's
The shit that make me walk out
I could've did you like Hollow
Did Clips cause I got
A lot of marketing and business
Shit to talk 'bout but that wouldn't be fair
Cause as soon as I mention brand
Expansion he gettin' Chalked Out
See I went all out with
That Super Mario scheme
And I showed the Toronto rap crowd
But for you?
It's more like Super Smash Brothers
All I need is four bars to break the fax down
First thing, is with a backpack
You look like Ness if you turned hat 'round
Second, I heard about your
Early battles in Michigan
You was fightin' with The
Glove gettin' smacked 'round
Speakin' of Smack
You got taken off that platform
And how did he respond?
Well, by just gettin' back now
But since your character is damaged
I gotta knock you off at 100% and
Make you fade into the background
And there's a reason I ain't on Smack now
But it doesn't matter who I blame
On any platform I do my thang
I work hard and grew my name
So the truth remains Solomon
I'm through with games
You got 3 O's in your name
I got 3 O's to my name
You just act brolic, nigga that's all you do
Ars' punked you
Illmac pushed yo' ass 'cross the room
We could've did this on Smack Volume 2
I would've open hand slapped you from the
Back and hear the smack volume too
But there's little room for just bars
Yeah it's clear that I'm on ghost
I'm sorry like Air Jordan and
Aaron will fly low
It's time me and ICE sharin' a convo'
Let's discuss some thangs
You my man, but in this
Ring I want the title
And ain't nothin' changed
I'm tuckin' A then I let it tag him
I ain't runnin' game
Then it bang outta nowhere like
"gimme my fuckin' chain!"
The King Pen of The Dot and
That's why you losin' now
Against Mr jump The Top Tier
From The Proving Ground boss Town

I wanna be serious with y'all for a second
Chilla's wifegot a wedding band
But she interpret that ring wrong
And buzz my bell when she
Searchin' for ding dong
Open up, she either in a bikini top or naked
With her butt out
It's time for you to leave the conversation
So your missus can whisper
Fantasies in my ear
About her lack of a gag reflex
About how she makes spatulas disappear
So I told love, "Let's rope
Up you can handle it, don't be scared"
Then made her choke up so much she
Should get Champion Of The Year
So I gave her the belt
Translation the champs changin', fuck
The hand shakin'
Ass kissin' and campaignin'
Sometimes you gotta talk to these
Bitches I'm Man 'Splanin'
And when y'all make a list
Of who the greatest is
Make sure he makes the list
Y'all heard his style
Y'all know who the greatest
Is at makin' lists
If Chilla made the list of which kids
Were naughty and which were nice
Santa wouldn't check it twice
He'd just KNOW that shit was right
Yo, God's gift to scheming are you serious
(Serius) Jones? That style I killed
Math with 10 years ago
Remember back in high school when
I smashed his chickadee?
To cut, we used to cut class and visit me
Had the chemistry, attractive physically
Taught her sex ed and wood
Shop now Math is history
Now if we tie in this tug of war
Clash or not (knot)
You learn the ropes from the
Lessons this slacker taught
My rhyme book is the genesis of
Every page your pen writes
This snake Eve-n got his knowledge from the
Big Apple by takin' a bite
You know Genesis, Loso
The Lord took Adam's rib and created his wife
Stealin' a piece of that body of mines
Is what gave this bitch life
You disobeyed my advice
Stole from the God and
(garden) you payin' the price
For duplicating the A1, that was your plan
B? You had to copy Tecs for
The respect you command C
You know, copy texts is Command C
Wait, wait, wait, does that not compute or
(computer) you just can't read?
I'm sayin' he ain't an original
Type writer and that's key
If you ask me how he crafts
His poorly thought out themes
He'll take my blueprints and use them
To draft his drawn out schemes
But with this clown
The shit sounds like a Slinky
Cause even his best rounds
Get stretched out 'til
It take the whole story a step down
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Y'all see the stair bars I'm
Railin' on him wit'?
I'm on a rise, your flight landed
There's different levels to this shit
You studied under my understudy
I'm your sensei's sensei
Shady, Hova, Jackson, Jordan, that's Em
Jay, MJ and MJ god tier
(tear) like when Christ wept
You're seein' Jesus's pain i'm God tier
(tear) like what you tell your
Daughter the reason it rains i'm God tier
(tear) like me, sacrificing my only son
You can't redo what the Yoda done
It's Padawan versus Obi Wan
The student versus the teacher
The hopeful heir versus the ruler
Chilla you truly are Martin Luther
King Penjunior