King of the Dot, Aspire, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs Aspire lyrics

[King of the Dot, Aspire, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs Aspire lyrics]

Now!
I had doubts about Aspire affording this trip
Cause you can't save gas money
Riding The Saurus's dick
Call the coroner, shit
I'm always fresh like Tim Hortons
You're like what hip hop would sound like
If it was developed by Mormons
If your Vancouver's nicest then there
Ain't no standard's there
But we all love what you're doing
This season on Dan For Mayor
I'll choke your sperm bank throat until
You fucking gasp for air
I'd even kick you in the nuts
If you actually had a pair
This ain't an equal match
Between two dope spitters
You work busing tables I work
With Juno winners fact
And you roll with a crew
That call it'self Main Offenders
I guess in Vancouver it's a crime
If you change your gender
And you the main reason that
You CD isn't purchased
It's ironic that your last name is Hook
But people always skip your verses
And if there was a style requirement you
Wouldn't even get in the venue
I mean I love Stevie Wonder but it
Looks like you let him dress you
Homie you are the fucking shame
Of your family and friends
Here's your life story: "Aspire's
A faggot" the end

Now I know for a fact that
This cat is the cheapest
Cause when Organik proceeded to flip
The coin he had to
Fight the urge to catch it and keep it
I saw your interview where you're
Bragging about how you'll
Win in six bars when you battle Conceited
Well bitch I hope Dumbfoundead
Supplies you with a
Flying kick that bashes your teeth in
Yo, real talk though
You look like an English professor
Fuck rapping he came to give
Me a lecture like
"Josh I'm angry about all the
Classes you missed this semester"
Dude, I can't believe you're fronting on me
While I was opening up for
Brother Ali and Talib Kweli
You were dusting off thee
Fat Beats public lobby
Or in the back with a bag
Throwing trash in a dumpster probably
Oooh oooh he looks just like Buddy Holly
And he's crew's name is Brown Bag at
First I thought it was incredible
But then I realized it's just cause they
Have a fetish for Persian's testicles
And he's talking tall cause he's got
A lot of matzah balls
But, if you think that this asshole has Soul
He's conned khan'd you all

People bump my music cause it
Hit's their speakers harder
The only party you've been a part
Of is run by Steven Harper
Shit, you got a terrible style that
Ruins all the shit you say
Let me demonstrate how you sound exhibit A
"Alright, how are you gonna say
That rap's your occupation
When you spit like you're
Suffering from massive constipation?
You have an awful cadence
No matter how well you prepare
Cause you overdo it like Bartone
When he's gelling his hair"
And in your battle with Bartone you
Said I was your biggest fan
Bitch please, when did you ever get a fan?
Motherfucker, you ain't gotta murder yet
This is certain death
You scary as a turtleneckon a turtle's neck
And if you wanna knuckle up and
Get all wild and crazy
I'll hit you harder than a
Slap shot from Al Iafrate
They all demanding this
I'm the fucking man at this you so pussy
Those ain't sideburns they're
Matching landing strips and homie
I'm sorry if I seem obnoxious
When I talk this shit
But, I'm the only reason anybody's
Gonna watch this shit

Before the battle this cheap Jew was
Afraid to put his cash up
Til his Hebrew accountant told him he could
Claim it for his tax cuts
And he acts like a pimp but a chick
Hasn't laid him in the last month
The only skin he ever gets is
From potatoes for his latkeys
I should have Organik and Lows beat you while
I force feed you a pork sandwhich
Yo check it out here's
My Dirtbag Dan impression
"Yo, what the hell you trying
To be Jewing me for?
The only time you're known to shine
Is in a Jew-erly store"
I got 'em all gassed up like
The Jews in the war
Cause, I'm a Natural Born
Killer like Juliette Moore
I heard your homie DJ Base won a Juno Award
Well you deserve to win a Jew nose award
I'm serious though guys
Look at the size of his huge nose
I just saw inside of the two holes
And now it's evident where his people
Will hide all their Jew gold

He kept talking about Judaism I
Thought that topic was dead
I nicknamed yo' bitch "Yamaka"
Cause she always on the top of my head
You're a The Saurus fan that
Shit's an open fact
I bet you get a tattoo on your lower
Back that says "All I Know Is That"
I bet if The Saurus dropped an album
You'd treat it like the holy grail
And put it in a glass
Case with Prolyfic's ponytail
When The Saurus battled Illmac' and you
Saw that he quoted me
You probably felt like you just
Got socked in the ovaries
So in conclusion The Saurus I hope
Your window has two locks
Cause tonight Aspire is gonna be
Outside holding a boombox
Singing, In Your Eyes
This is hockey and you aren't Sidney Crosby
I'ma one of a motherfucking kind
You just a flimsy copy
On the real, on Facebook, he wrote
"Soul Khan
Is gonna regret his trip from New York
Cause hip hop lives in the north"
Bitch even your Facebook status's
Are shitty and forced
Motherfucker, I made a fucking name in
New York where rap was invented
Collected props from your heroes and
Getting dap from the legends
And everyone here is an admiring of me
Motherfucker I'm the rapper you Aspire to be

Yo, I don't even wanna talk to this dork
Go back to mopping the floor at your
Low paying job in New York
The only time he gets props
Is in a novelty store speaking of props
You're always bringing props to your battles
It's sad what some people have to do
Just to get props in a battle
That shit's wack as fuck cause if
You look his battles up
You'll see him rocking fake beards
Anal beads and a mask and gloves
So I came here tonight to lock Mr
Dress Up in his magic trunk yo wait
Here's my impersonation of a
Certain worthless person
Hating who's rapping sucks
Pretend I was Jewish with no swagger
"Yo I'm Soul Khan
I got an itch to scratch motherfucka and
It can't be fixed by Gold Bond
I act like I'm so strong but
I don't even have dope songs
And oh yeah, I really need a nose job"
And so on and so on
What I'm saying is I can flip that style too
And I can use props in every battle I do
But then I'd just be a
Fucking gimmick like you

Soul Khan wins the battle but they
Decide to do a promo OT

You looked really tough on camera
Saying, "I'm coming up to Canada
To ruin your life"
But World War I I already taught us
How well the Jewish can fight
I got you caught in a Nazi stronghold
Time for the HOLLA-caust jokes
See I asked him if he knew 36
Chambers and when he answered he cried
He said, "Isn't that the place in Germany
Where my grandparents died?"
When I was back in NY
I got the savagest brains
From your dame and when she left
Man her ass was in pain
Hell, she even ended up tied
Up in shackles and chains
But she's Jewish so shouldn't she be used
To getting slammed in a train?
I'm just joking
Cause honestly I think the Nazi's were wrong
But that won't stop me from showing up
To Hanukkah dawg with a swastika on
To rip your Yamaka off for
Being another Jew from
New York who's trying to
Take Iron Solomon's spot
But do you think he's good
As Solomon? Obviously not so listen
You can dick crack your little jokes
Or diss my Fedora asshole
But the only time you bring the fire
Is when you're lighting up Menorah candles

We got similar skin tones but you
Are not the same as me
You're the worst thing that white
People created since slavery
You wasting my time there many things
I'd rather do than battle you
Shit, before I have to hear another verse
No one felt from this punk
I'd rather wrap tinfoil around my hands
And punch myself in the junk
Before I have to see more of
Your spastic movements and rodent face
I'd rather spread Mo'nique's ass and
Motorboat the open space
I bet you know all the words
To Friends Forever by Zack Attack
I bet you could win this if
Battle rap were hacky sack
I suggest you play the diplomat cause if
You lift yo' fist to scrap
Motherfucker it's over I could kill
You with a wiffle bat
See an aspiration is just a hope and a wish
That's why I get shit done while
No one knows you exist you emotional bitch
Cut up both of your wrists
You the tumor of Vancouver something
No one will miss
There ain't a motherfucker in here
That I can't beat
So next time I say your name
Stay in yo' goddamn seats that's all
Thank you

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