URLtv, Emerson Kennedy, B. Dot The God - B. Dot vs. Emerson Kennedy lyrics

Ayo! B dot on URL? Well, it's not a dream
What you heard is real
I'm one of the best in the GAME! I mean
Y'all all heard of the name
And observed the skill
I'm feeling like Daylyt vs mike P
It's my time to shine 'cause
I earned the deal
Except I'm only licking the
Ground after the shot
And his body drop to confirm the kill!
I snuck in a steel Ruger
But still sharp with the
Hands: the real Kreuger
Aye, I read Rum went to
The East with fake J's!
That's backwards: it'll be MURDER if I
Pull up with real shooters!
Them Piru-ers, and I got some
Crip niggas in all blue, homie
As far as weapons, I got a few on me


Aye, it was animated 'til I drew on him
With the long nose that I used to
Think was despicable'til it grew on me!
Aye, who want me?
They said a nigga named EK
He the preacher type
Well, don't believe the hype
You had a whole video
Running through the streets
But running the streets get
Niggas locked: that is NOT the key to life
You from Utah!? I'm from Pacoima!
We don't even breathe alike!
For l'il homies in MY hood
Whacking out rival gangs is the way
They learned to read and write!
My breathing right
I'm 'bout to lock on this nigga like Cujo
He wanna switch sides and switch
Teams to sell tix? Aye, do what you do, bro!
Just know the King don't need a PG
I got no problem letting two go!
But, you know!
URL tricky: yeah, they lie to the true, bro!
Tricked me into doing a PG
Yeah, they clowned in a loophole
But, it's cool, though! Give 'em kudos!
They assisting the new Manute Bol
Thought they was throwing me a bounce pass
I turned this to a alley oop, though!
You gotta shoot, bro!
Bar Code: a bunch of dirty
Niggas from the group home
Get beat 'til you're black and
Blue: whip two tone if I say we warrin', G
I ain't talking 'bout the nigga
That put Snoop on!
These bullets fly for cheap
I could make this count for the
Whole crew like it's Groupon!
"Aye, B dot, what you on!?"
Well, you know how this crowd do it
This URL! You gotta give 'em the same shit
You know, a bunch of "BOW!" movements!
Don't tell me that sound stupid
A conscious brother holding a gun
I mean, in order to know where I'm at
Don't you niggas gotta know where I'm from?
See, it wasn't always about the "God raps"
You gotta go beyond that
In order to tell a vision, you
Gotta channel the inner wisdom
And look at the contrast! I grew up bangin'
But changed my life in a big way
Shout out to Loso!
Just know, though, I saved myself
I ain't get saved
I grew up punching niggas in the
Mouth for acting bitch made
And ain't shit changed
You push that right button
That steel slides out like a switchblade!
You 'bout to get sprayed i mean
You RIGHT IN THE SPOT where your
Homies got you left out
I was searching the Tube, lurking for views
Scanning the Bar Code
And nothing really checked out!
Diesel, what your rep 'bout?
My niggas from family said you 'bout
As good as a ghost
I mean, all you do is troll on Facebook
Now your name makes sense: Diesel was
Only good in the post!
When I look at you both
Nothing really SCREAM y'all clappin'
In most cases i mean, we can try and mask it
But when it come down to the action
Bro and son just actin' like Ghostfaces
I mean, fuck a scrap! We can clap!
If you ain't the homie
The lives is getting taken
But, if the family feud
We'll put up the tool
The arm can go behind the back
Before we get it shakin'!
But, for you, you get robbed
The homies shoot with no hesitation
And I'll assist with the jack
Son, we move in unison: Rhythm Nation!
I figured hatin'
So, I brought two straps for the situation
This a Colt, and this'll zip you up for all
That tongue: two different Paytons!
Fuck what we sayin'! He only telling
Truth 'bout a few things!
I mean, E lie, man
And all that giant talk's gon'
Get you is two rings!
He said he Muslim? Oh, I HEARD he Muslim!?
That's cool, King! Well
I'm here to take what you got
You get robbed on your prayer rug
I heard what you're making's a lot
You gon' be taking these shots
When hollow-tips tarnishin' your
Fellowship Parliament
Every time you speak, we'll applaud your shit
That just means you'll get
Clapped for every word
Like a ghetto chick arguin'!
I don't CARE if Allah with him!
I got three homies with me, rolling up
And each one got a 44 we clutch
So, that's four 44's
Just in case Hova wanna open up!
I throw it up
And let my Killah Bees swarm on him
Feeling like a freak on a leash:
I turn Korn on him
Putting these machines together
I transform on him
They saying he got tunnel vision
I blow the HORN on him!
It's MUSIC to my EARS when niggas
Get stretched out like accordions
According to the gossip
They said you'll hop in an Accord
To get away from the shottas
But, if we find ya, you'll be in the street
Fighting for your LIFE!
You won't believe how many arms
We'll have on E Honda! Time!

That's a classic first round!
And y'all wondering if E write as hard
Maybe notpromise to God I will NEVER
Have a Street Fighter bar! I guarantee it!
B dot, what are you in search of? Little
Fame from this battle rap?
Or do you TRULY require a
Change in your habitat?
'Cause you an activist on this rapping shit
But how do you prioritize?
Eliminating guns and illuminating guns in all
Those rounds that you glorify!
Are you really reppin' they word?
I don't have NO gun shit!
I don't have NO gun shit!
Are you really reppin' they word
Or just reinforcing the negative
Lessons they've learned?
When your community ask for action
Are youtoo busy preppin' for Aye Verb?
Am I wrong, nigga!? Say word!
'Cause you making niggas foreheads' split
While your community losing lives to the
Same pump you threaten Cortez with!?
Nigga, WHAT?!
That's why yo' conscience is irrelevant
If you just got a gun line for your benefit
That's OVERSIGHT
Of trying to be a celebrity OVERNIGHT
All we really hear is the violence
Through the end of it nigga, hold on-!
Catch up! Catch UP!
But, I got a story to tell
'bout certain parts of my town
I grew up a screw-up
Hypnotized by the cars and the sounds
And now I'm goinggoingback to Cali
Just to take part of his crown
That didn't even seem hot
I was on my B dot: using BIG words to
Make up for lack of BARS IN HIS ROUNDS!
Nigga, HOLD ON!
And y'all was starting to doubt him
Traffic, and I wouldn't play a
Part in this outcome?
I'm sorry, this ain't for the West
It's for the ancestors who never
Saw Martin vs malcolm! Nigga, hold on!
And the FANS start to tout him over at LABG
They said there was something about him
Before Cortez on KOTD, where he rapped
Three rounds of gun lines
With a little substance at the end
And this who you put faith in to
Have conscience coming from his pen?
Vers' Danny, he spoke to the Black QUEENS
On just how far choosing the
Right man could take them
Then, his next time in the ring
He sound like all them niggas he
Warned y'all to stay AWAY FROM!
And that's why he- fACTS! FACTS!
And that's why he's lost in the noise
Cause that shows the cost of your choice
Your wordplay skill only got
You a mermaid deal
Career got legs but it lost you your voice!
Nigga, hold on! And that's so blatant
And now B dot raps so flagrant
You went from "stay truest" to
Ray Lewis, B dot, and that's so Raven
I mean, Smack
Why is it "support the black business" until
It comes to his rap interest?
Cause we've been building up
Black Smack presence
While he's KOTD and dance sessions
Shuckin' and jivin' for Organik
Showin' how B dot shoot
Look brother, we supposed to eat organic
Not watch him eat off you!
I'mma FUCK HIM UP!
This is Smack, right!? This ain't KOTD!
This ain't KOTD, this is Smack
And I stay with this business
And that mind state was defenseless
You know not to trust crackers with K
In the name of they business!
And I was ashamed when I witnessed
You lettin' straps into your speech?
And this was after you had grabbed all
The blacks that you could reach
How does an activist flip back to
The tactics of the weak
While he's practicing gun bars instead
Of "practice what your preach!?"
But he gon' say, "But, I'm not black
I'm just a geek"
And I never have to prove that curve
But, I thought whites calling me
"nigga" and some niggas
From my right to even use that word
You can't use what you used on Verb
No fake threats just to hurt you
I'm glad his third eye open: I plan
On swelling shut the first two!
Nigga hold on!
But the aim's not to attack you
The aim's to adapt you
Take his progression as a lesson B dot
Religion's a vaccum
I was reading math books while he's
Arguing the book of Matthew
Telling Christian's that Satan's fake and now
He's fuckin' lookin' at you!
Charles I just want to ask you
What's it like having a conscious
Community supportin' your battles?
Or all of Los Angeles in unity
That's ready to back you?
If that's embellished it's just
Cause I'm jealous cause
They gon' build B dot a statue
And I don't have a nigga to take a bullet
For me cause all of them actually had to
Nigga hold on! I was that bad black kid
Doin' what the Black Masks did
Passin' rocks in front and back of me:
I was the original Backpack Kid
Nigga, hold on!
Nigga I come from the blocks where the
Cops plantin' somethin' in your spot
So the PG's LA football: nigga
You get the charges whether you
Want them or not! Nigga, hold on!

Here we go again
A nigga get in front of me, get
Conscious and want to break me down
Well we gotta go beyond that you from Utah
You the most white washed nigga on Smack
But gettin' back to the gangsta shit
I find out where the enemy stay and catch
Him while he pick up his dame
I mean they in the whip goin' over the pass
You know she ask him
About some distant exchange
Well the texts is 'bout to take
'em both back down memory lane
With a head shot, baow!
Oh nah sis' in the back of
The whip pickin' Kennedy's brain
I get him with range
I know how to be a sprayer
No forensic files gettin' left
Your body gettin' swept
The autopsy missin' data
I'm a hit man tellin' detectives
To holla at me later
A clean marksman can aim at the
Target and get him caught by
Puttin' all these bitchin' in one spot like
It's How To Be A Player
With the new silencer
And with that thing on
You barely can hear a sound
With that rubber grip that stop
The kickback like your
Parents came home early from out of town
Look who I found
A fuckin' clown that's half white half black
I'm guessin' that pressure is heavy
Wait, your brain tryin' to rap
You're trapped
Between bein' a college spoiled
Brat in a frat
Or a young black strapped with a gat
Pants saggin' to the back
You're tryin' to blend in wit your raps
In every one of your rounds you attach a
Reference about one of your niggas who claps
It's always
"You know it's one of my niggas"
That did this and did that
You're commentatin' on another
Player game but never give us your stats
You're 'bout to collapse
Don't know if he was sober when he told
Ya but we can blame this on 'gnac
He sent you on the attack
I'm on the defensive end
Eh, nephew your uncle Tom
Brady 'bout to get sacked
And thanks to The Patriot Act I got the
IP address to where the
Information is stacked
So if it's all in your brain
I'll send somebody Anonymous to
Get your cranium hacked nigga you back?
For what? We been sayin' you wack
Heard you had a vaca' in Iraq
The western conference been on the prowl but
Somehow you strayed from the pack
Ended up way in the back
I mean way way in the back
Thought he was royalty, Jay with the raps
Well t king dumb, come get faded to black
Nigga you should be faded for that
Tryin' to piggyback off the movement
We had been bangin' for that
Now there's a wide margin between us
I mean it
Keyshia Cole's dentist couldn't bring
In the gap i mean, what happened wit him?
When I got started in the west
This was the cat to mention
You was a rappin' henchmen but you
Been movin' backwards since then
Act indifferent, stagnant, trippin'
Everything about the average written trash
You spittin' just lacks conviction
Say you put on for the west but only put on
Your best when you think
It'll get Smack's attention
We just rappin' different
I give a fuck about another nigga name
You claim Jay your idol, well
Create your own title
Don't ride another nigga wave
Nigga you went from a One Off to a PG
You another nigga's slave
You got this backwards, this ain't no
PG, I did this off GP
I'm the one that's gettin' paid
Nigga you're gettin' sprayed
Watch how I aim the thing
And flame your scene
I turn your world upside down my nigga
It'll be nothin' but ashes and you
Ain't never seen Stranger Things
I'll have the crew come through
With the blade and things
Go across your stomach and shave your spleen
The irony, that tellin' a nigga
"Aye! If you don't wanna get cut
Then don't make the team" i'm amazing king
Why swerve when I'm on a three way street?
Yeah we look at the chart
We checked out your heart
I don't wanna hear none of
Y'all murmur that EK, g
Yeah they checked us at the door but
We still got the burners through
Cause we play keeps I had it in the sock
I got the flame near the foot
Like I'm on a 2K streak this nigga weak
I don't wanna hear no Black Panther speech
Nigga, yo' bitch is white
And you white-washed
Where I'm from, we don't add the bleach
I'll fuck you up
We can catch the fade til my knuckles bust
Bet he buckle up
I pull out that Tay Roc blade
What the fuck is up?
You get in a lucky punch? Good fuckin' luck
You gettin' fuckin' jumped
My niggas will be waitin' to jump in the
Middle of the swings like double dutch
What the fuck is up?
Aye! URL is where the gangsta shit at
I don't wanna hear all that
Conscious word today nigga

He doesn't want me do Panther bars
Cause I date a Caucasian
You screamed that in my fuckin' face
Well I date a white girl
You get a right curl
We both in the sunken place nigga hold on!
He says I'm always sayin' how it's one
Of my niggas who got the blammer you right
And an OG taught me never to
Admit that shit on camera nigga hold on
That's two of them thangs
I was carefully drafted in the new wave
Just to conjure a new classic to the page
When they gave me the hope seller
Felt like Coachella
Only time I'm not worried about traffic in LA
You think you've mastered what to say?
So the conscious is thankin' him
You don't support black banks and them
So they won't put me on the rank with him
But that means he's a customer, I'm a hustler
Y'all gon' have to walk plank wit him
For trustin' a nigga that sees Hamilton
More than one that sees Franklins
And that's why
And he's bankin' on the fact that
It's his knowledge I fear
You talkin' selfies with books
Lodged to your ear
Is B dot's first novel idea
Boy, I mix what you call illegal
But still mournin' for my people
I ran this check up on KG just
To send the money to Puerto Rico
But, I'm a man over a thug, right?
But tonight, it's Black African power
Well, tonight, it's another plan
I put a horse head in his bed
Spread the same shape as the motherland
Nigga hold on and I'm a man over a thug
Raised by the scammers and the drugs
You ever tripped over your
Cell phone charger? My
Niggas really ran up on the plug
Boy forget about the bud
Get your mind up out the club
I avoided pig but every meal I had
To get up out the mud
And you ain't about the hub
Cause New York got you stressin'
I got a W on that
New York stage throwin' W's, nigga reppin'
I beat a Brooklyn nigga in Brooklyn
See that dawg ain't up in you
Cause, I flew 6
000 miles to beat a nigga that
Could walk to the venue and I stay that way
While you stay at bay
You can't take flight on Kennedy bein'
Scared to land at JFK nigga hold on
See you can't master what is right
Until you step out of class to set the fight
All those books you read can't get you
Past this chapter in your life
See New York tells me they doubtin' you
When I'm there I tell them I'm proud of you
Cause on the east I hold him down
On the west I hold you accountable
Nigga hold on
That's cause I'm loyal to my soil
Even when preparin' for battle
Do you believe in Adam and Eve?
Nigga, then why you so scared of The Apple?
And you had to! And B dot had
To to skip the Proving Ground
He was lettin' the fame hurt you
Don't you know cuttin' corners put
You in that same circle?
What a shame? Hurtful
Come to grips with the truth
You'd rather sit on the roof than
Fight and sit with the troops
You never put mileage on your car
Just to put chips on your tooth
You ain't Superman, you Wonder Woman
Nigga ya whip tells the truth hold on
Boy, stop with the pride and only
Sendin' shots from this side
Goin' to the east makes you a beast
Only thing you provin' is that
You not gonna ride
I proved I won't fold on the road
And this is not the 405
B dot the only fast track means you gotta
Have a little box in your drove
You know what I'm sayin'
That was crazy, I'm unbreakable, unfadeable
Your fate? Is replaceable
I'm erasin' the fate of father to
Show my mom that I'm capable
You chasin' a fade with Saga
Just to have a debatable
You chase the fade with Saga to show
Him who he's been prayin' to
I'm a god vs a facade who
Won't put the ratchets down
Y'all cheer him talkin' 'bout blastin' rounds
I'm only empowerin' caps and gowns
See we had masters then I got my masters
I turned that back around
We was brought here on slave shipslook at me
I'm the captain now
They gon' capture your rounds and turn it
Into a clip that goes viral
B dot in ten years they gon' capture my
Rounds and turn it into a bible!
This ain't even a rival
They say the teachers incredible because
Of the reach on the
Pedestal and how he speak to the head of you
I never been a teacher's pet
You see you leeches is terrible
Go ahead and bring him an apple I'm
Just gon' leave him a vegestable
And that's how I achieve
What I achieve is incredible
Where they find me at?
Is that time? No, this is the West, nigga
Gimme my time to rap! Hold on
I was homeless in a hooptie: rusty Pontiac
All hunger with no slumber
You know how your conscious act
When you skip sleepin' for a weekend
You just stuck in the car and rap
What I'm sayin' is: Don't talk that
Woke shit to a fuckin' insomniac
Nigga the bomb is back!

You know what though? EK
This ain't even about competition
Look my nigga you charged with bein'
A slave to the URL system
Think of this as a film inquisition
I'm 'bout to give you a chance to make sure
You don't dance around these
Topics during your deposition
True or false: you flew to the
East on your own cost
Battled Jerry Wess then lost
Was supposed to be the future
With the Mask on smokin'
But ended up bein' regular Jim
Carrey with it off
Then you never got the call
That couldn't happen to me I'm
Very much a boss
They didn't want me to battle Cor'
They said
"Well make him give you the other half back"
Lyin', that's a battle they couldn't block
Then they tried to change the pitch
But I already scored six
Shit I'm Barry with the toss
Against Cali, you went off
But you still wasn't on
I mean you battled YK in The Bay they say
You tried to stay a bit too long
I mean they told you when to go, stupid
Ya dumb? They wasn't playin' you a song
This ain't just about you
There's a few involved
West coast niggas, what they do to y'all?
This ain't food for thought
I mean it's stickin' to the plate
Just so they can say
"Aye! Y'all sleep on it we'll get it
Off at the break of dawn"
That's when your brain gets washed
What's what we came here for?
Now you niggas switchin' ya ways
While I'm still NWA
I'm sure y'all remember them days
Imagine if Eazy
Dre or Ren would've say "This
LA shit ain't gettin'
Us paid we need to switch up and change"
Nah, instead they paved the way
Created lanes for all the shit that we say
Ain't nothin' different today
We could've done the same
Thing with battle rap instead y'all folded
Let out-of-towners come in and promote it
Now, we don't even got a hand in that
We could've won LA
By ourselves we could've got this done LA
But y'all kept sayin' we needed
AIDS so they sent
The nigga from Michigan to come run LA
This could've been Magic
Instead it's URL: Traffic tragic
But hold on to this, grasp it
This the closest y'all gon' get to
A west coast Summer Madness
Then I'm passed this
I'm just up here statin' the facts
This is the cheapest I've ever
Been paid for a match
But, I thank you for that
I ain't like I'm some king on the throne
I just guess King Of The Dot treated
Me the same way y'all treated Charron
You know a white boy with confederate flags
Wavin' a Mag is what you condone
But got me up here in front of
This Utah nigga talkin' all this Jazz
While my stock ten times better than
His and he's assisting Malone?
"Well, you know, Charron
He skipped the PG's cause he built
His prestige as a rapper"
"yeah on King Of The Dot
I thought this was the
Only league that matters"
"Oh you know with Charron he got millions of
Views when we tallied up the amount"
"yeah on King Of The Dot i thought
This was the only league that counts"
What is this really about?
Is this some ego thing cause y'all
Dealin' with a nigga wit' clout?
Cause, I led the league with
The greatest perception without a
Pass from y'all cause I stuck to my routes?
Oh, I figured you out
I'm supposed to be happy to be on this stage
Of course you Smack
Look, I support black business but black
Business gotta support you back
Back in the PG's just happy to be promoted
Y'all notice he retired from battle rap
Got rehired by Smack but then demoted
You bogus
You up here sleep walkin', losin' focus
I'm swingin' on you, left and right
You gettin' clocked out of hypnosis
But let's focus
On these money hungry league owners
Beasley had a problem with Diz' sayin'
"nigga"well that's what he told us
But let's expose this cause I
Was like "Oh that's wild"
I guess as long as you gettin' Money
Bagz you'll allow a white boy
To say "nigga" on your stage in
Front of an all black crowd shit is foul
And y'all don't see the manipulation
I mean your fans don't ever say shit
Look, I rock with Roc but even
Look how they plan Tay shit
They got him locked up caged in
Can't go to the other leagues
And get the cheese, that don't make sense
I mean, is he being rewarded
Or is this the same trick that got us boarded
On the slave ship from that European invasion
Capitalism, they ain't change it
The old master say
"You niggas ain't goin' nowhere"
New masters say
"It only matters on this plantation"
This is basic and y'all don't
Even think to condemn it
Yeah they tell you you a free slave until
They hit you with that Thirteenth Ammendment
Then your ass stuck in prison lookin'
For a deacon or a pastor
Look, I don't know what's worse
Workin' for the white man or workin' for your
Black brother that think he your master
I'm just closin' this chapter
Ain't no turnin' back for me
I did this for Loso
Jimz and all of them that don't
Have to do this after me i mean
Don't lose your integrity lettin' these
Niggas lock you down
Claimin' the PG is the master key
I'm from the west
I'm only here to see Dizaster tweek ayo Roc
I hope they paid you a lot my
Nigga cause LA gas ain't cheap
This is the west! We started gangsta rap
I'm gon' need our thanks for that
Yeah I know the east started rap, cool
We not claimin' that
But, if URL is about gang bangin'
Slangin' crack and bangin' straps
Well then bitch
LA is where it should be stationed at!

If you had that big of a problem with Smack
Why didn't you start your black business and
Hit us with that grown talk? He's gon' say
"I was busy i wasit's Charron fault"
Hold on nigga, hold on
B dot we got shit to work through and
The aim is never to hurt you
But can we reverse to, your verse two angle
On that Verb tangle
When you said some shit I
Took a little personal
How you said Aye Verb's daddy struck his
Mama and that's what changed his identity
Cause he was then raised by that single mama
And that's why the change in femininity
But what about the change in yo' energy?
I mean, when did your tales of talkin'
Get derailed so often?
When did domestic abuse become B
Dot's next best excuse
To call a nigga frail and mock him?
When did callin' Verb "gay" for two rounds
Just cause a female had taught him
Outweigh the significance of a
Female raisin' a nigga
That's not in jail or a coffin
Cause, I was single mother raised and I
Got memories of pops hittin' on her
But when you downplay single mother's success
That's you just shittin' on her
See you said Verb got head
Rolls and finger snaps

Facts he did

But that to me was kind of scary
Cause that black woman stereotype
Is only used by Fox News and Tyler Perry
And that's why I'm kinda leery
And dissecting what you did
You preferred Verb's mom parasailing
Niggas shiftin' through the crib
So when Verb's a little kid
He's got father figures now
But they just fuck moms and tuck arms
So Verb won't put the trigger down
And now he's grabbin' weapons
In adolescence and if
That don't put him in the ground
The fate he earns
The trait he learned from them and
That's to never stick around
And then that cycle starts over
And that night you became that promoter
When you went at Verb's weight and dismissed
The weight that's on his mother's shoulders
See I don't even know if he like knew you
But that made me wonder if B dot truthful
Cause sayin' a female would raise a trans
Parent made me see right through you
Nigga hold on
See I'm not just teachin' lessons
But, you sayin' females suggest the
Affection of a boy it's not toys
The biggest gift you give as a
Parent is just bein' present
And that's all that should matter
But, your antiquated thoughts
Confuse the data
Cause you only have the perspective
Of a male and
No mom but that's what causes the cancer
And you supposed to have the
Thoughts of a Panther
But your words hold us back
See masculinity ain't man's destiny to shoot
Fades or hold a strap
It's just being comfortable with who you are
But you drifted far from knowin' that
See men treat all with respect but check
Niggas who don't show it back
Don't think I ain't notice that
All that hate you was tellin' him
I think it's significant B dot
Can't embrace what is feminine
So if you have a prescription
To his diction just
Cause he speaks about race and the melanin
Just remember
Never trust a doctor who don't like
The taste of his own medicine
And that's why I'm ahead of him
Cause, I know the of a father
I prefer Terrance have two parents
But I know that raisin' is harder
I took care of my sis' hurtin' when moms was
Workin' and couldn't embrace one
Of her daughters so bein' raised by a woman
Didn't make me woman
Nigga it made me a father! So hold on
It made me a father
I had to embrace what was harder
But, you speakin' on punk shit
Your female fans should jump ship
For takin' that angle on young kids
Versus Danny you told women who to date
And who not to fuck wit
I'm just tellin' those women who looks down
On him and who really up lifts
Diesel brings his daughter to my crib
And we let her just draw, right?
We don't talk gang shit
We watch our language cause he knows
That's how she's best off
So similar to when these niggas
Hop in each other's battles
Say one line to prevent loss

If something happens to Diesel I pick
Up right where you left off
Nigga and that's facts
And that's why you just lost
Cause you tryin' to walk that
Fine line of black activist einstein
And using gay angles from Grind Time
When Lux said "yo' pops ain't no gangsta"
That one stayed on my mind
Cause he said "He's just
Another lost nigga" and
I spent years tryin' to find mine
But hold on
That's just the luck of the stuck
And being in a rut as a mutt
Maybe you're right
I didn't have a father to toughen me up
Cause, I get emotional when you insinuate
That my mother's a crutch
Cause my mother raised a nigga
That's currently fuckin' you up!
Nigga that's right
And I know that this battle shit confuses you
But, I'm a fan of B dot cause I
Feel battle rap is in a jam
I was hopin' he'd 3-0 me
I know to be the GOAT sometime
You gotta be the sacrificial lamb
Nigga hold on