URLtv, Chilla Jones, B. Dot The God - Chilla Jones vs. B. Dot lyrics

Look y'all it's B dot the gawd
The Elevator
Vs a nigga who ain't lost all year
The L evader being divine'll
(vinyl) still get you a scratch
On your record player the pen is greater
Respect is major
You was fire in that warm up
But now that you got Chill
You need some extra layers
Jones, I'm the escalator
Run up on his Escalade
Catch him on his hood and run
Up on his like an escalator
Come through every hour, lettin' off
I'm a weapon sprayer
So even if I'm over ya head
You'll get it later
Respect thе innovators, not the imitators
Yeah somethings off, hе's a clone
Y'all think he's a problem, no one can solve


I wanted Roc, maybe Verb
That's why I don't fuck wit' y'all
But it ain't all about skill, right?
Of course a little lucks (Lux) involved
Y'all got me dustin' off one of Loaded's
Sons that he ain't got custody of
I hold a pistol right there
(dear) to his heart
But he still ain't Beloved (B love it) enough
Cause Chilla crazy
You wanna kill a (killer) baby?
This is Child's Play Chucky you suck
And I'ma tell
(Mattel) y'all kinfolk (Ken folk)
How every bar be (Barbie) dolled up to be Lux
You snuck his mannerisms, cadence and flow
We know this (notice) coward
You take your energy from day light
(Daylyt) , nigga you solar powered
Caffeine is pissed streaming his face
Golden shhh
Dotcom if I'm clickin' chrome, open browser
But let me flip that
Yeeeah, you get hit if you brought drama
Stomach shot, I semi colons
Yeah this will make Dot calmer
This is karma for lost souls I
Talk slow but the frost cold
Go ahead and floss bro
Got something big in store
(instore) for you, like Costco
Roscoe a Moss load, then get fired
I'm in boss mode if I
(eye) black on Charlesman see
You at the crossroads
We all knowwhat's goin' on in Nigeria
Hashtag #EndSARS is the movement
About a corrupt police anti robbery unit
Taking advantage of that power with all
Of these laws they abusing
Kidnap, murder and rape with no
Regards for the humans
But, you know that, right?
Mr black African Power must read about it
How the protestors screamed and shouted
When the people crowded
How the banks freeze accounts and
Leave 'em out it
So no one gets the money they need up out it
It's been hash tagged 40 million times!
And not once did you tweet about it
So is he real? Please, I doubt it
Maybe the fans can help me understand
Ain't it apparent
(a parent) that he don't give
A fuck about the Motherland?
This another scam this ain't you
You singin' someone else's songlike
A cover band but blame Smack
Cause dawg (dog) told me to "kill him"
I'm the Son Of Sam so what's the plan?
So you already donated and paid dues?
Or anything else to prove
This angle ain't true
But, it's Black African Power
After every battle, right?
He played you i can't believe B dazzled
(bedazzle) y'all with these fake jewels
You are a walkingcontradiction
And I'm just clownin' ya errors but
You choose pound or Beretta
Down for whatever
I'll pistol whip you to the ground and
Throw a round in his sweater the Elevator
Droppin' faster than the Tower Of Terror
So now be clever
No angles how I'm a "nice guy"
Who never let a shot flare
Or was champ at King Of The
Dot until I got robbed there
Boy, I'm a legend i went from PG to top
And earned my spot there
And now I gotta split you in
Half to get to god tier (tear)
I do not care yeah, this is run through
Your entire apartment
Hide in the darkness, knife in the target
Slice will go right through his garments
Blade, stuck in the Elevator
"Somebody call the fire department!"
All this retirement talkin'cause
Crowds don't appreciate
The shit that you bring i'll be honest
I don't really think commitment's your thing
You quit your label
Cause they ignore you for any
Shit you can sing you quit football
Cause you was barely gettin'
Picked for the teams
You quit battle rap, two or three times
But walk around this bitch like the king?
Nigga you even quit on your own marriage
Face ityou just not fit for the ring
And I won't talk about the football thing
Cause honestly it's overdone
But there is this one highlight I seen
You prolly know the one it was you
Versus a young Reggie Bush trying
To control the punt
He faked left and went right
You chose to lunge, his shoulders spun
You ate dirt, he went ghost then the
Crowd started goin' dumb
See this is history repeating it'self
And you ain't notice, huh?
Cause ever since Volume 5
Nigga every battle Jones has won
And once again
You just a victim on one of the coldest runs
So don't become another footnote in history
Cause I'm on a mission
You got embarrassed by the Heisman
Now I'm the one with a
Leg up on the competition so stop and listen
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen what's a God to a nonbeliever?
Round

Ayo, before this battle, I was
Talkin' to myself like, "How
We gonna aim at Chilla to get him dead
Dot?" and then you showed up in a vest
Oh, now I get the picture
This finna be a headshot
B dot versus Chilla Jones
Whoa, you are now listening to authors
Same aim, just different targets
Similar shots it's just different
Arches from the archers aw just
Listen as I paint this picture gorgeous
Two fly lyricists
But only one can leave Earth
Without gettin' kinda nauseous
And you plain (plane) pilot
See, pal it's (palette) it's about taste
I was alien nated but now
They identify the source (sauce)
Be cautious in the streets I got a
Bad rap fast for Thuggin'
Oh, but it was Harmony puttin' in work
Double time, shootin' at the op is, twistin'
(Twista) nigga's shit
You make it sound the same but I
Don't think this a Crucial Conflict
Read the fine print
I'm the nigga that designed it
You signed it just to get killed i mean
You dissed me versus Geechi to see me
Get mentioned in every blog about you
Well it's true
HipHopIsReal but you should've
Read the contract i mean, did he
(Diddy) know I'd be in all his videos?
Well I'm a BIG deal whip steel
'til the clip- nah I ain't the
Type to get involved witchu
I'll let somebody from the squad get you
You'll get popped
Silencer on the Glock from a small pistol
Yeah they know me from the roof but you ain't
Gonna hear nothin' if one of my dawgs
(dogs) whistle i'm wit' all issues
Put the pump to ya chest augment you
Lift you up put somethin' heavy down
Choppin', get every nigga I see sawed witchu
You lost is you? Forget who home?
Nigga pull out a red rag against me
I'ma split ya dome spinnin' chrome
You gonna take a loss tryin' to come
Here and do as we do
This ain't no winnin' 'Rome (when in Rome)
This who's on? What is this really about?
Revenge Of The Nerds since we heard King
Of The Dot was shippin' him out
Y'all should've seen the look
On his face when
They said Real Deal was winnin' the bout
O-o-o oh he was stiff
Had money froze, it was a Chillin' account
I've been feelin' him out
This a guy that take a theme and
Rhyme anything he deem to be related
I mean he call it a scheme and
(w) rap it slow as package so
The fans believe in how you phrase it
But, you nerds was never hangin'
Just observin' niggas bangin' dope schemin'
Cause if one of us got caught the
Biggest fear was the word "association"
I'm amazin' smack, you see the way
I'm displayin' this king
This nigga just rap
I mean what I say and say what I mean
Float like a butterfly, but
(t) get to the point like
A bee with the sting
These angles and bars, meaning I
Talk while I punch, ali in this ring
Y'all seein' this thing
I'm in here stealin' money like a cash crook
Yeah you got your eyes on the
Prize but that's a bad look
Oh you wanna be the Champion?
I'm 'bout to make
A slow robbery out of a fast jooks
Bitch nigga, I'ma drag this out
That's for reachin' for the belt
While gettin' yo' ass whooped he mad shook
I ain't the type to act tough wit' a geek
For this bitch ass nigga
What I look like dumpin' heat?
I'll pull a blade out
And even though I'm vegan I'm even
Cuttin' up if it's beef no pistol no issue
I'm hopin' this air you out too
Psssst what a relief i'm up while you sleep
The early bird get the Big Worm
That's why I'm lookin' for the
Smoke dawg Faizon Love
Initially, I looked at your name and said
"CJ wanna us to look at him and see Jay"
You know
Some god MC tryin' to get some praise off us
I see you (ICU)
Hooked up to URL for life
Support when you was flat
Smack helped you raise on up well Hov
This better be your best performance in a
Small room or we gon' see
(C) J (ay) Unplugged
Ayo Smack, I need my pay to raise on up
This whole year, look at the graves I dug
They go in the lot
And now I'm finna ice Chess
(chest) , throw in his plot
Dissin' my nigga from Cake Lyfe? No I am not
"Ice Chest" was a code (cold) word
(What that mean?)
Leave Chill cold in the box bro I am Dot
No reach, BDOT nigga this is like Roc
Screamin' out "This is me nigga!"
Watch ya mouth or take big
Shots behind the line, let three hit ya
I'm different sport
Not in the same league witcha
If you tricks play, with a gun on ya hip
I'll take ya hand off
(handoff) and give it back to you
And watch you pass like the flee flicker
Think nigga you fumbled the bag
It's a change of possession
Peel out, I'm headed in your direction
Drummin', it's a drill route
Comin' to your crib, you won't escape
We just kickin' it Chill out
This a real bout and lead finna spray
I told Smack
"Just book it don't put the bread in the way
I could've gave you the body for free"
That was a hint nigga a dead giveaway
Hit his head with the K
For dissin' NuNu versus Prep
I thought that was a bad move
I mean, that's a black queen my nigga
Why you disrespectin'
Throwin' her in your raps fool?
What you gonna tell us?
"Oh you know she was managing Prep at
The time so I had to"

Bitch nigga we ain't ask you!

It ain't the fact that you rap
Whatever words you get attached to
It's that you happy to do that garbage
It's even more trash when a nigga Glad to
That's why I'm at you

1-0 you stupid motherfucker

That's your angle Dot?
You gonna call me a "nerd"?
Is you kiddin' me? Laughs
I told niggas that from the gate
Ain't no offense (off fence) to me
But, I did a lot of things in my city
I had guns
Sold a little weed if you check my history
You'd be surprised all the bonds I
(bonsai) drew off a little tree
This this real me
You think cause I'm a "nerd" I can't shoot a
Weapon 'til it chk-chk and blow your mask off
A future reference I'll 'Bomb First'
'Against All Odds'
But y'all thinkin' he can play me
I'm 'Charged Up', I see the 'Bitch In Yoo'
She's 'Super Ugly' but nice to meet you lady
If I Hit you Up, 'Back 2
Back' for '2nd Round Knockout'
Maybe y'all will appreciate me
But this is 'Checkmate', either
('Ether') way it's a 'Takeover'
By the way this scheme is crazy
Niggas lazy, I've been pulling greats
(grates) down like the store's closed
Fuck talkin', get to dashin' Dot
(dash and dot) Morse Code
I predicted it, like The Simpsons
It was literally foretold
They said you "Made Top a body"
Shit I thought you was gettin' tore so
(torso) I'm in war mode
I'll hit you with fists
Who said I wouldn't dare deck
A west coast Brim? Huh, ridiculousness
The difference is this
I don't think our textures match
I'll catch Blood on the slide
Nigga Dexter's back
You scold your fans over at King Of The Dot
You think you extra bad cause
You blacked on a
Bunch of white squares like a checkered flag
But when addressing that Avocado situation
Man I was shock hearin' you say shit
Thought I was in some
Kind of Parallel Universe
Or maybe somewhere in The Matrix
You said he's "cool" but "inherently racist"
Sounded like an excuse in a way
Like you okay wit' it
Long as he do all your shoots for low pay
I get it Dot, if you just an opportunist
Then hey do a show with the nigga
You can call it PiRuin Your Day
My question is
How the fuck could you decide to forgive him?
Dot playin' both side of the line and
That's a clear sign of division
Listen, to all my white friends and
White kids I grew up with
Clear Henny is the only white
Privilege I fuck with
You told URL to "suck dick" like "fuck a PG
I don't care what them guys on SMACK do"
But then you hops in the ring and rock
Soon as somebody White contacts you
"Hops" and "rock" and "white contact"
Man you sellin' out hardcore kid
Let me find out you only worried about a bag
God for bid (forbid)
But, if white people are inherently racist
Well this is as confusing as it gets
Cause isn't Caffeine a white owned company?
See this is why we're losing our respect
If white people are inherently
Racist then why would
You battle at King Of The Dot?
Ohh, cause they was payin' you
And grouping you with vets
This isn't checkers stupid, this is chess
You was a rook
You got Cortez provin' you a threat and that
(k) night you took an L
An opportunist to the death
I'm goin' Bishop on the Elevator
Shootin' with the TEC on queue (Q)
Cause upon (a pawn) further notice
You just movin' for a check kingPen
Can you explain? See how niggas is stalling?
Dot just make up an image a
Mega pixel you call it
You just a janky mechanic
You no different then all them
Yeah you uplifting the hood
But never fixin' the problem
But this the west, you started gangsta rap
And you need our thanks for that
You know he started battle rap, cool
But you ain't claimin' that
But, if the URL is about "gang bangin'
Slangin' crack, and bangin' straps" you said
"LA is where it should be sanctioned at"
But do you stand on that Dot?
Do you really want our thanks for that?
Do you know how many niggas die
Within territories they be hangin' at?
They lose a block and they take it back
Wavin' rags 'til they layin' flat in a
Cemetery where they graves is at
Ohbut you want our thanks for that
Of all the things you can say for LA
You want this city known for slingin' crack?
But then you battle T Top and you take
It back just to say it's wack
You can't acknowledge vs mike
That the mafia put
Drugs in the hood as a racist act
And then glorify it by sayin'
"LA is where it should be sanctioned at"
Why the fuck would you want thanks for that?
Why the fuck would you want thanks for that?
I'ma tell you all battle
He's a walkin' contradiction
A real black leader should be tryin'
To keep us outta prisons your name Dot
How 'bout you try to teach us
How to stop a sentence not to mention
I mean what happens if they clappin' and
You get hit when they bang shells?
Who the fuck gon' carry Blood to the ring?
Is yo' gang to cool off, like a hang nail
We way different
You can't even measure us on the same scale
This lame frail, so relay on that
Imagine Micky as a secretary Dot
This is Factz (facts) on fax (facts)
The crime? Black on black
But with the Mark you been
(Cuban) you should be tryin' to help the
West to get back on track
But, you slack on that
You don't know what the throne 'bout
I left SMACK in 2013 and took my own route
You?
An opportunist, can't generate his own clout
But that's just you being Dot, no doubt
And it worked, how you and your buds plan it
(plant it) , it's a grow house
You a bird askin' them, "Am I great"
(migrate) , here's where it goes south
Desert Eagle, chrome spout
Big joint, no doubt
When the 50 points up on him
His shit gettin' blown out
So let's close out
Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen, what's a god to a non-believer?
Round

Aye, you know what's a trip my nigga?
Y'all come with this
"You work for the white man" presentation
I don't know about you niggas but
I'ma fo' sho' get my reparations
Smack, you lied to me
You told me we found It and
Gave me another lost clown
Fuck where you from, nigga this the west
You gettin' worked in the Boss Town
King Pen? Bruh I'll sock you
Out that false crown
I'm ahead in the castle and if you wanna get
In and bridge the gap you better draw down
Y'all foul, actin' like I just got hot
When you know it's lit
I been locked in before COVID hit
Blow a dick
If you thought I was outta my lane and
Couldn't strike if I bowl with Pen (pin)
I'll fold his shit
I'll have him lookin' paraplegic
Gettin' fist after fist
Until you Rolling Crip do I know ya bitch?
Knowin' you
I don't even think the hoe exists
But, if she I'ma have her
Lookin' like you hear
A hot line and you know it hit's
Yeah, she's gonna give me
That Chilla reaction
The head nod with the pokin' lips
Bro a bitch
"All B dot do is praise black women"
Yeah that's because praise for
Them don't exist
I guess you'll be the first black bitch that
I gotta put down when the fo' uplifts
So go stroke ya chick she like
"Don't you study ancient Egypt? Can
You show me shit?"
Yeah I taught her ancient language, in her
(inner) walls is where I wrote the 'glyphs
I'm so convinced that I could crack
Any chick that y'all lovin'
Y'all niggas better be happy I'm woke
I could be sleepin' with all of 'em
Dawg buggin'
He be in DM's, the broad's duckin'
It's not in the plans
I mean, you mention Avocado, I'm like
"Why bro?" I wasn't proud of my mans
But for the record
What was the deal with Miss Creme?
Seems you never got an advance
Oh that's a lo go (logo)
Well look at the image we both
Know you got problems my man
I mean you ain't been the same
It Ruin'ed Your Day when Creme
Dropped outta ya hands
What do we not understand?
Y'all know that short, little, nasty chick?
Yo she (Yoshi) wouldn't thot with ya man
You tried to figure out why you dub
(UDubb) , you got everything in
The arsenal (Arsonal)
Just forgot about Swag rumors was passed
'bout the few that you bagged
But we don't believe in fiction stories
They said, "He got bars", I said, "yeah
The nigga pen is gory"
They said, "No, no no, he got BARRS" i said
"Carlisa? Ha! Ain't no way
He was hittin' shorty" ayo Smack
That nigga Norbes got a
Better chance gettin' 40
You was corny, and not poppin'
Whenever I pull up? The thot's watchin'
You drill up? We drillin' ya shit chill in
(chillin') the whip
Gettin' smoked hot boxin' i'll sock him
The whole world look at his stock droppin'
And they all know what time it is
Everybody clock watchin'
I've got him, to a new speed ya not copyin'
Ya not mockin' the small room is my house
When I come to the door I'm not knockin'
If I come to the place and I catch you
And you get low-

Let me bring that back

Small room is my house
When I come to the door I'm not knockin'
If I catch you in my
Place, you should already know
The Glock poppin'
You keep duckin', I'm tryin' get
Him out my house, nigga stop squattin'
I'm moppin', the floor with you
Hope the Lord witchu and God watchin'
You gonna need divine intervention
Like the gun got a jam that stop
Me from killin' this pussy cock blockin'
I'm hoppin'
To a higher level usin' all skill
I'm Mr skip The PG To The Top Tier
Fuck how y'all feel
These leagues been fuckin' you, and
You signed off on it, that's a raw Deal
That means your career's been on Ice if
They ever told you was on Chill
Dawg still, usin' schemes
And everybody just go with it
Well look I can do what you do
You know cover the same ground
It's just the flow (flo') different

I know you hate Martin schemes
But pardon me as I
Use a couple name from the show with it
Like, it's a joke if Jerome pimpin'
Every time he (Tommy) claim he put in work
We just don't listen
I'm fo' fifthin', it's in my DNA
I got a special kind of gene
(Gina) , a nigga pole grippin'
I'm outside your door with the ratchet
That's Sheneneh fo' sho' trippin'
Buck shots like the back of Pam dome wit' it'
I'm goin' dumb, with the heat
It's gonna be a cold (Cole) difference
Boom, boom, boom you hear me knockin'
Open the door for the kid
That's a Lil' Roscoe with the nose drippin'
Hoe listen, i'm 'bout to give you the
Medication and it's holistic
After I tie cinder blocks around
Your ankles and throw
You in the ocean it's fo' sho' missin'
Smack thought this was the
Match for the card, right
And now you gotta Go Fish him
I'm so vicious you know the business
I'm bred different, lead spittin'
Your next battle rounds gon' be
Jotted down in the hospital
That's bed ridden (written)
Dead kick him, I'll K-Shine ya shit no-
I drop science like the 5% combining with
The ancient scripts on the monuments
Tre five ya shit, will bomb ya shit
If I miss then I grab the Nina
Slide the clip
These bullets got your name on 'em
I doubt a 9'll miss (anonymous)
Now see the problem is, they wanna
Put my brothers in jail, harsh environments
I mean
According to life just from prior hit's
Now we gotta tell the babies, "Aye
They tryin' to rob ya daddy for
His 25 K" Danny Myer's kids
Nah, I'ma count down and shoot
Up like a rocket ship
Copy that who's ever mocking this
The Glock is gripped
Oh you bringin' another-

The Glock is gripped
Or I bring in another big chop
This won't be your only consequence
Rewind this shit
This that black African power time

Salute to the niggas in red capeing
Tryin' to sup' a man
(Superman) with no "S" on his chest
You better take cover cause dawg
(dog) bodyin' (body in) Blood like
Flesh Of My Flesh i need ya best showin'
This nigga dead Rex slogan
I'm sendin' five to a higher
Power like an exponent
Speakin' of higher power
Y'all really think the god, complex?
You just an ordinary man with a God Complex
Symptom 1: requiring excessive admiration
The root is a lack of confidence
No exaggeration
That's what makes him never want a crowd
Let me make it clear
Every single line that he rap
Inside he pray you cheer
If you don't? He say you "Weird" like
It must be the way you hear
Give him flash backs of his JC
Battle and it make him scared
So another 30 ball here tonight should make
Him help him face his fears (spheres)
That's why this his greatest year
Cause in his mind
Where there's a lack of validation
That's where hate appears
If I even looked at him the wrong
Way he'd prolly take it weird

Chilla looks B dot up and down

Yeah we can take it there
I'll put 9 in the Elevator
Next time you better take the stairs
(stares)
You wanted to go face to face in here?
These y'all tombs but an MC who can't move a
Crowd? Shit we all doomed
He said, "I can't battle on a big
Stage cause a nigga with more charisma
You knowi need small rooms"
The fact you only want to
Rap in this setting, speaks Volumes
Y'all doomed
You don't care about the fans specifically
Which brings us to symptom two
Dot: lack of empathy now stick with me
I'm pushing the needle then
The syringe droppin'
I've really been in straight jackets
With the limbs lockin'
They shove medicine down ya throat
They don't give options
Episodes back to back
They was binge watchin'
That's an angle you pick often
You quick to disrespect 'em
You got some fuckin' nerve
With two young kids up on the spectrum
What you expect from a walkin' contradiction
How is this somethin' y'all fail to see?
That shit you was tryin' to sell Holmzes
(homes) wasn't real to me
You diss Holmzie, for an abusive step father
That's crazy brother
That man put hands on his moms
You mocked the way he suffered
Said you would've shot that nigga the
Very first day he touched her
Then said, "it's tough to drop
Your kids to an alcoholic"
You know what may be tougher?
Bein' a fuckin' man and protectin' yo'
Kids from yo' baby mother
That's why I hate these suckas
Buncha dick blowers big posers
When it's time to drop 'em off you be cryin'
Holdin' ya kids closer
But told Holmzie, at age 12
To protect ya mother you
Would've clicked toasters
Nigga, at age 35 to protect yo' kids you
Won't tell your baby mother to get sober
It gets colder can you explain that?
Go ahead and explain the shit but that
There is symptom three:
Troubled relationships let's face it, bitch
You was better never sayin' nothin'
Boy, I'm a bad ass kid
Pushin' the Elevator buttons he frontin'
I know you mad, you wanna bomb on me
You got a violent streak, tear
Me limb from limb, but that would be dumb
You're better findin' peace (piece)
Maybe ya numb to it
There's no doubt you need guidance G
But rule of thumb, I know it's
A lot to get over, but keep climbin' see
I had a to give him words and encouragement
Hehe, but rewind the scheme
Bomb, limb, dumb, numb
Plus a couple more to find at least
Cause when your baby moms finished sippin'
A bottle you'd be like, "Finally"
'Til it's another one by her mouth, shhhhh
And you silent B so quiet please
Or meet a stick no one can measure with
Yo' kids gonna see this angle
That you under pressure with if you swing
I'ma weave and get to punchin' hella quick
I will drop you in the middle of the stream
That way your son can treasure it
It's whatever what's up Chuck?
He ain't even tough tough
He's cocky and need humblin', yup
I'm seein' what's what
But that's why the kid need (kidney) failure
So if you wanna die, I'll assist
(dialysis) and get Blood clean the fuck up
Maybe it's clean as fuck but
The glory's mine
It ain't all about a resume Dot
It's the story line
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
Cause my 2020 was pain personified
Fuck cancer
Nigga, the week I battled Geechi
My aunt had died i beat cuz
Then I lost my little cousin I was horrified
I wasn't worried about droppin' tiers
I was literally
Droppin' tears watchin' my mama cry
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
I don't expect you and I to agree
But, I took my losses outside the ring
And still kept fightin' my G
But their memory gives me energy
When I'm tired they inspire my speech
See while I was ghostwritin' for y'all
Nigga they was ghost writin' for me!
And that's why I'm Champion Of The Year
Shit, I ain't sayin' that I lapped you
He like
"I'm just sayin' you can make the argument-"
Bitch nigga we ain't ask you! I trashed you
And where I'm from
Don't determine if I'm real or not
I really made it out of Slum Village
And I deserve a deal of (Dilla) props
You trash
But your fans is klepto so they still
(steal) a watch
You got 'em blind to it, let's be real
(braille) , it's all filler (feel a) Dot
"Blind" "braille"
"feel a dot" that's why I'm slayin' you
Cause if these is yo' last days gun
Cocks shut up or I'm sprayin' you!
I'll get you snatched up
Davonne Campbell gon' have to make
A play for you
So this is yo' last hour, unless Daylyt
(Daylight) Saving you i'll pray for you
Yeah, I had to make sure the deal done
I just beat the fake Lux
Now bring me the real one! Chill won!
'Cause Chilla cold like beyond the freezer
The King Pen what's a god to a non-believer?

Yo who are you Chilla? It's plain to see
You don't speak on yourself favorably
But we can't let that go by us (bias)
We checked your background and well
It's no priors only work you can give us
Is you writin' for niggas
Well that's rap trap, you droppin' dope lines
Everything come off your dome fire
Then why we can't get no
Transparency from the Ghost Rider (writer)
Personality? No nada
You just travel the world with schemes
And things, doin' all these tricks
Get to the point Globetrotter
If I could guess it's a low scoring
You only get credit with the co-signer
Can he (Kenny) come with a new
Personality against the Champion?
Oh this is so Vada but no problem
Even though there's nothing we know 'bout him
We gonna choose the lesser of two evils
You know like, go knife him or 45 him
45 was such a hard choice it forced
Us to pick him Joe Biden no slidin'
On Twitter you so live and it baffles me
This not an op', this a body
Nigga type 140 characters but no personality
You can't rap with me
I'ma keep it a fact-ory, nigga we aliens
So we gon' need somethin' potent in
Ya pen for the faculty the blasphemy
When I told Holmz' he was crucified he
Got hot up in that match oh but the accuracy
The black man is god and
That's always been a fact
Look at the way we've been attacked
Slavery was the crucifix
You lost to Real Deal twice so
This gots to be attached
I mean you lost the belt to a white boy
I mentioned "crucifix" so you should
Get the symbology in that
When the white man used to whip with that
Very same belt that came across our backs
Ayo snap, I got it wrong, it wasn't for
A belt it just sound the same, sorry
"You know m masta wasn't gonna give me a belt
I was gon' be free with a chain on me"
What a shame homie
You could've reversed the whole slave story
Instead you got outfoxed when it came to
That Real Deal and couldn't Django him
Now ya pain's showin'
Cause you wanna fight me for a belt
These people know everything about
Me my nigga, what have you felt?
What have you been through?
Where do you bang?
What white have you dealt?
What have you been through?
What are you into? What pain have you felt?
All this schemin' 'bout you squeezin'
How many guys have you killed?
You got no identity so it's interesting
All the guys you can help
Yeah of course you can pen for them
You been doin' it
You're a whole 'nother nigga every
Time you write for yourself it's quite odd
Over at King Of The Dot you are like God
But over here, it don't blend in with the
Colors when it's white washed
Laura Tarsi, Topanga
No wonder this nerd nigga like white broads
And even when you had it black it was Creme
Oh my gosh look, I'm like Nas
Talkin' to the 'Black Girl Lost'
That's up in my DM
She tellin' me her 12 year old son look up to
B dot and consider him royalty
Whenever she see him
He told me that he watches
My battles and told
His mom I give him something to believe in
So what the fuck is a King Pen
If it's never helpin' the kingdom?
You from Boston?
So many racist fucks up in ya region
I figured a nigga who grew up
In New England would go
On King Of The Dot and
Have something to teach 'em
I went on King Of The Dot
Told 'em they can't say "nigga"
They guests in our house and gave a
Fuck how they felt about speeches
You was over there shuckin' and jivin'
Gettin' sucked by the leeches
Never said one thing about
Police brutality and how
We been gettin' bucked by the beast
It's crazy
You got a pen but you corrupted the reason
What's up with ya thinkin'?
All the words to be associated
With "racism" and you
Never thought to tuck that in ya schemin'?
What's up with this demon?
How the fuck is we even?
Racism tryin' to drown my people
And you suffocating the breathing
A real king is supposed to pen quotes to
Help his people float in the deep end
So what the fuck is a King Pen
If it's never helpin' the kingdom
This brother is treason
Calling himself Martin Luther King Pen
Boy stop it where's the uplifting speeches?
Instead of the scheming about toys poppin'?
If you was really Dr king all that bussing
(busting) would've been boycotted
But, your core is rotten
You got no identity, he don't know yaself
I'll Rum Nitty him, suicide or
I'll do the job
Cocksucker you should blow yaself
I came to help
And get rid of all the violence you jottin'
We don't believe you stay with
The Bucks to be honest (Giannis) about it
You gotta reroute it
Choose a new lane before it rains
It's bound to get clouded
Just use ya pen to say you a
Nerd and proud when you shout it
Look how I've allowed it
With no crowd it's been easy to
See what we deem "talent"
Look at the moves I've been makin'
On the roof like Queen's Gambit
You seem damaged

You wanna be the Champ, you can have it
I write for a cause
You only write for the reaction
I wear my heart up on my sleeve
I address the people's passion
You not cut from the cloth
I don't expect it from your fabric
And it's tragic
You got a pen, but you used it for dissin' me
So what's a King's Pen to a
Kingpin that's trying to rewrite history?
The misery
And this that black African power
And if these is yo' last days Chill
Then this was yo' last hour