URLtv, B. Dot The God, JC - JC vs. B. Dot lyrics

So you wanted Lux, lil' nigga! Woooow!
You was reachin' for God
Then they passed you me blasphemy
No Loaded
I should've came suited for the kill
Nah, to keep it real
All I need is a casual tee for this casualty
I've been gunnin' at you, Julian
The first couple shots missed, bad accuracy
But the third round hit, SMACK outta nowhere
Traffic 3
I'm just glad to be, in ya presence
We done heard the tallest tales
About the smallest legend
Y'all think he a murderer but to me
When a nigga lack conviction a legend
You a fraud, I said it
Cause real shooters come off the hip quick
One motion, the energy is all kinetic
In everyone of yo' gun bars
You starin' down the pistol
And pause for seconds, but what
Is the arm electric?
Like why you always in shock every
Time you palm the Wesson?
This is God's perception
And yo' bars israndom, what an odd selection
When a nigga good at shootin' shots
But then got a prob' directin'
And y'all waitin' for rounds that
He drop in his
Game to line up that we never saw connectin'
Is this all you sketchin'?
With an illustration that it all impressive
Yeah, you got a pen, so
(pencil)? What that mean to a nigga
That real draw the weapon?
We gon' trace this back to
Where we first saw progression
Back when bein' gangsta
Wasn't dawg profession used to stay dancin'
And now you got all these guns
The K clappin'
Well that motion went from one
Arm to the next
And I guess that's how ya wave happen
Look I ain't askin' i got ya future in my
Hands like I'm palm readin'
You get to runnin', I get to gunnin'
Let the long reach him
A chrome pop, the dome shot
The robot, y'all like
"What the god meanin'?"
That mean I let the fifth fly and catch
Him mid stride, left his body stiff
But had his arms swingin' this is bar season
I've had games versus lames
That didn't write well
And well I'm here to write wit'
A nigga I compare to
Aye Smack I'm finna Strike
Not like these other niggas
I didn't mean to scare you
I'm finna strike, I'm in the URL
Bowling for pins
(pens) and JC, I won't spare you
I got clear view, the way I see murder
(C-Murder) , it ain't No Limit to me
Airin' you wit' the strap
But, I'd rather get your railroaded
The agony of ya screams will be music
To my ears, and here's the Shocker
You always sound terrible on a track
This is facts, and dawg (dog)
For all that malpractice another
Vet' is gettin' killed
You said you was the greatest in the world!
Now you runnin' out of space
Your circle gettin' cropped
They done put an alien in the field
Yeah, you got drive, but you in a vehicle
You ain't registered to wheel
They put a bait car
On ya road to Lux and you ain't even
Notice you got set up for the steal
This the build, i'm a rise and I'm catchin'
You while you sinkin'
Nigga I'm it, you should've known you gettin'
Tagged, you catchin' me while I'm peakin'
I'm leakin' all the info on why you excel
Cause you stole Anubiis whole style
Just slowed it down but I must
Admit you do this well let the truth prevail
And leave it to me to be the
Nigga that see through the veil
I figured you'd disagree
So I brought the hammer
For ya teeth so we can
Argue this tooth and nail
Nigga, you can tell
When a nigga whole demeanor foul
But he still wanna be seen as pals
That's JC, after every verse, it's
"Aye, aye, good shit
My nigga" Handshake with a cheesy smile
You friendly-ass nigga
Don't you see how that comradery
Don't appease the crowd?
BAOW! And before I shoot again
I add an attachment to the end
Just like him
I'm extending the arm in between the rounds
Can't y'all see he foul?
Tryin' to direct the crowd by slowin' down?
I know ya style, but colder, pal
I pull out and aim
Left and right wit' the 40 cal'
Had the whole buildin' duckin', up
And down, doin' the wave
Nigga that's how I control the crowd
Can't believe this clown
And all the shit y'all let him get away with
Y'all know he don't spray clips, that's
Why he emphasis every line, every line
And y'all pay him for that over compensation
Yeah he write it well
But may as well write in braille
Peep the explanation
He always tryin' to bump it up a notch just
So we can feel when you say shit
That's basic but the Ike Turner-Annie Mae
(anime) shit? Amazin'!
But pay attention, listen
It's all kinda contradictions
Of the statement
I mean this character you created? Is
Only based off the pen
So (pencil) whatever you draw up is the writtens we engage wit'
But without the notebook you get no look
Just a bunch of still shots
Of your colorful imagination
That's anime shit (animation)
When a nigga picks are
(Pixar) only put in motion when
We flippin' through the pages
I am dangerous!
And after this, you won't get booked a lot
I'm here to jooks ya spot where I'm from
They don't criticize the form - blaow!
They like
"Blood why you shoot him?" - they criticize
Why we even took the shot!
You get hooked and dropped, and if
It ain't a fist fight
Then you better shoot first
Or they gon' think you Verb, the way
You standin' across from a long-ass clip
Shit spittin' longer than a Mook third
Suwoop's heard, worldwide
I got all the red rags ridin' wit' me
So when I talk about P card
It ain't got nothin' to do
With a Survivor Series we united clearly
Where I'm from
All the Pirus is politickin' with the Locs
Cause this is the west and he mid
So y'all should've known it
Was different smoke i approach, Smack like
"What the fuck you give me Carter for (4)?"
I can't believe this shit, I
Shoot him in the chest
Deep breath he tryin' to catch
His breath deep breath
Can't breathe and shit
Then his knees is bent
This ain't gonna to work
(Twork) out for you Julian
Twork voice My grievances!
When Wheezy drop, y'all gon' know it was me
Baby: I finally released the fif' (5)!
I'm a beast with this
And this that black African power
And if these is ya last days, Julian
This is yo' last hour

Yo! What's poppin', Beloved Dot?
This is not no fuckin' lecture
This will not be an opportunity for
Us to lead us wrong but to each his own
All though this would be level playin' field
This is not an opportunity to play in field
I swing for home
As far as thisloadedrapid-fire style you got
Well, it's kind of a weapon
Just not for protection
What y'all think is more useful
In this line of profession?
B dot with his lessons or a dot on a Wesson?
Class in session!
You line 'em up, I'll pile 'em up
There's too many sides to B dot
Well whether or not he leave conscious
We gon' see a lot of Blood
There's too many sides
I embody what actually makes
Us unique: writin'
I mean, me slackin' that never been the truth
Whether it's slaving like Levar Burton
Or drummin' like Questlove
I represent The Roots and you a victim of it
I'm just waitin' on a day he face it
He can't replace it i aim and blaze it
I would say it would leave him
Hangin' like Michael Jackson, baby
But that'd be a Blanket statement
They brought you here cause you finish
Ain't no debatin' we already got Lux
And his pro creation is no replacement
Even at soul, that close to basic
Y'all know them games y'all can just
Beat whenever you want to?
Exactly, ain't no point in savin'
And I'm the reaper my pistol licensed
Ain't no need to keep my shit low
My camp right in the streets like Skid Row
Don't switch flows, play that part for real
Guard ya grill cause that art to kill
Follows you when you wake up
Esau and Jacob, I'm on his heels
Every step you take, you dodgin' slugs
You wake up, surrounded by doctor scrubs
He repped his set the whole time
But bein' unconscious won't stop the Blood
Listen, Beloved Dot, you need some help
We already got one Loaded
So unless you gon' change
Yo' name to "Unloaded"
You should just be yourself
'Cause before you know it, the hood surrounds
You look around, it's a bunch of niggas
Pullin' pounds you see a bald head
And I'm not standin' over Verb
With the hoodie down
Nigga they put a lot in front of me
But it was not for company
I won't say the house was on it
But a certain amount was on it
Your head exactly
Anytime somethin' spill over here they
Put a Bounty on it
I'm just here to re-jog ya steps
See how well you write from the grave
Create a new coffin text see we not as dumb
I mean I will leave that knowledge
Stuck on the wall of Kemet
Put that bullshit right back where
You got it from
I get charged up, then it's slow incisions
So specific and you gon' answer to the
Same charge as ya co-defendants
So where ya options go?
'Cause you can die here, it's not a quote
I get all you finished
Revolver spinnin' 'til my comp is
(compass) broke
I'm just seein' what you made of
That's why I aim for the heart
Been killin' all you so called names
And that's my favorite part
I'm more complex then them
Pyramids they studied
It's like the whole time they didn't know
I was aimed for the stars
Bitch, I'm aligned specific
You know it's only one way to the top
You can only get there by rhymin' gifted
You gotta climb it different
Well you tried and missed it
And whatever's involved, you were supposed to
Learn to weather it all, but I climb it
(our climate) different and I'm right too
Word to Caitlyn Jenner you transparent
(trans' parent) , I see right through
This crap you call "life" is not somethin'
You supposed to roll dice to
They told you, " kill JC?" He garbage too
But that accuracy bothers you
'Cause as soon as you heard Lux on ya side
You duck, 'cause you know
That nigga's a target, too
It's body bags at every battle
Make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
- this is only Round 1 1-0

My nigga, I don't wanna hear no bars
Loaded wit' clone shit
You'd be a stupid fuck to try to group me up
Besides, you and Beloved can still
Battle in the future bruh
They just sent you back to the past
To get blast from Looper Lux
You in hot water
And I don't give a fuck who souped you up
Whoever got you carried away
Gon' have to carry ya weight after I
Dead you and they suit you up
Do you suwoop or what?
You put on the flame hoodie
They thought you was the biggest Blood
Since the time of Suge
I'm like, "Wait, this ain't fair, he tell
(fairy tale) lies
A lil' red don't mean he's from a
Riding Hood " Look in his eyes
You could, y'all know Gotti's slogan
We gotta trust that
Y'all wanna know why my nigga
Geechi's eyes is always squinted?
'Cause when you shoot a nigga close range
You gotta anticipate the blood splat
And you? Lil' nigga never was that
So we gon' skip this shit
About you bein' undisputed
That's the wrong message in the venue
I mean you can't be too sharp off the 'gnac
(Yak)
If got you believin' you a god with all these
Arms but I guess that's what the Hen' do
(Hindu) let's get into
How you just another battle
Rap artist that'll take
A deposit to fake like the hardest
You listen to descriptions of
Killers and draw
Every one of yo' rounds is a facial composite
When I break you a part a this (artist)
Don't be sad, they gon' ask
"Why B even fuckin' with J?" That's an
Ugly match to make like The Carters
They always say he "Cut from the cloth"
'til he in front of the
Nigga that's makin' the garments
JC, let's be honest
Your ego and your insecurities is enormous
Like how a nigga used to be a dancer
And want y'all to forget about
The past so bad
That when he get on the stage and
Rap he won't even give you performance!?
It's alarmin'
How you only wanna be seen as a writer
Don't want nobody to forget you nicer
Yeah, you slowed down the style
'Cause you don't wanna fuck around and bust a
Dance move if you get too hyper
Blood, I get it, it's a marathon
That's why you slowin' down the pace
But look behind you, need I remind you
All these opponents closin' in ya space
Do a freestyle rebuttal, act out ya bars
Add some more components in this race
You can't just keep pullin' out the pen (pin)
Sooner or later
It's all gon' blow up in ya face!
But before that detonate
I wanna practice what I'm
Preachin' and demonstrate
I wanna take that same pen
(pin) grenade bar with a new style
To show you how
With cadence and flow it can
Be done a better way
Like, I let the flow switch
Up for this hoe nigga
That react to his own bars
Applauding his own lines and disguise
It in showman stuff
"I'm the Greatest In The World!"
He ad-libbing
So y'all listen and show him love
Just check him out
Fit it in ya head how I'm addressin'
(a dressing) his whole getup
You can't just keep pullin' out the pen
(pin) , but then again
That makes sense for a nigga that's used
To blowin' his whole shit up!
And y'all quote his stuff
This lil' nigga don't call shots
If he a thug, life is sick
And I thought we got rid of the smallpox
He tappin' y'all
Wit' elementary shit and I'm really from
The School Of Hard Knocks this the drop out
Tellin' his mama he in class
Just another nigga fakin' it
Well this is Sex-Ed and if the Magnum pop
Whatever go inside ya fresh egg is
Takin' life instead of makin' it
I'm bankin' it nigga
Whatever you tryin' to infer
Know I'm liver nigga
Yeah you abstract but if I
Give my boys the queue
(Q) they puttin' Tips on this Vibrant nigga
Who ridin' witcha?
I'mma need to see some Michigan goons
Gangstas and goblins nigga if not
Then as soon as you blink a nickle squeeze
But, you prolly think you all three
Yeah you know, these
(Ds) niggas from the Glove
Can get to thinkin' they triple Gs
Negro, please,!
You no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
Compared to Ill, you wack
Nigga, that's the Yak
This nigga lookin' all kind of rat
We see police and don't speak
Keep 12 up in the dark like an insomniac
You done found ya match and tonight
Perhaps we can settle this huge debate
I'm not the nigga you can confuse today
Like why you take all these
Battles back-to back-to back
That's what a lot of these
Other dudes will say
You claim you eat off it
Even though the flow dirty
Which means you refused a plate
When Calicoe was killin' shit, he was gainin'
So, explain it: does that
Mean you losin'? Wait (weight)
Skinny nigga we gon' need an intervention
Listen, I'm not tryin' to intrude ya space
I just think everybody in the room is fake
Like some Kardashians the way
We scared to say
"Hey, we wanna get you some help
We think you usin' yay' ('Ye) "
Have you used today?
I'm into savin', so I'm checkin'
I don't want you to start to shake on us
I mean you gotta take in to
Account, after I clean you out
You gon' go through withdrawls from
All them drug deposit's you can bank on this
Y'all gotta think on this
A fiend is usually insecure
That's why they find comfort
In the stone smoke i seen him out in LA
Traffic 3 with like five or six swole folk
Guess you figured when you touched
Down, you scorin' believability, almost
Just when you thought you
Got your extra point
Across we just keep movin' that goal post
You was around Pirus and some Crips that'll
Make you change that Tone Loc
You ain't know if shit was about to pop
Am I lyin'? That's why you
Brought them Detroit linemen
Yeah, like they know shit about the block
This gots to stop
These stories, that you build upon and that
Way that it's told to them, far fetched
But, you the architect
So you build up walls to block
The writer inside withholding the concept
I mean the dancer, the rapper, the clapper
I'm knowin' they all mesh
I get you, it fit's you
These personalities you switch to
Is residential
They all livin' inside ya Napoleon Complex!
Get a hold of yaself, let the ego go
You know what will help him
Baow, your soul flyin' outside of ya body
You finally gettin' over yourself
You know this is felt
And this that black African power
If these is ya last days, Julian
Then this is ya last hour

Let's not pretend, that you here
For a religious awakenin', not again
You solidified yo' slave
Mentality battlin' Loso
Wearin' some of that same shit
That they mock us in (moccasin)
To be honest, i think you should research
And learn a little
Bit a little bit of your history more
'Cause that shit on your face made you look
Like the monkey watchin' Simba be born
All that shit
Just so niggas can jump to the top?
They gotta stop it it's not a hit for
You, financial or spiritual
You're not a prophet profit
Or a witness, you claim Blood but have zero
Of it pourin' wit' 'em
Then by the third round
You are everything but Muslim
And Mormon pitchin' and, to be more specific
He doesn't even share our roots
But, it's not illegal to get money
Off imported business or foreign visit
So we holdin' it down
We knowin' he not from here
So we gon' raise the scope
Wit' a smile and then
We gon' go sightseein' and show him a round
No, bitch, the torch is burnin'
I told y'all vers' Danny Myers
What to do wit' a body
You suppose to earn (urn) it the clip
Longer than the wait at the
Hospital wit' no insurance
Nigga don't just reach in
Those bars Beloved Dot keep them hands sharp
'Cause that same aim been droppin'
You lames where you stand
I call 'em landmarks let 'em disfigure
These hands sharp as Johnny
Depp with the scissors
I've got this spot forever you cold
(coal) , but they tryin' to
Make a diamond outta you
You under a lot of pressure
I mean the proof is in the pudding
Right? You believe the shit?
Well cause we is yet to see the shit
That's why I catch bodies
I'm from the Glove
The Proof is in the fingerprint
That's why I make niggas write
No more extra antics for the fame it gets him
I made the game a victim
Like a virus, my click
(clique) fire when it change the system
Now it feel different
This shit worse than a 360 contract
That mean you got a upfront deal wit' it
Which explains why they keep
Goin' to them guns
They literally lookin' for the meal
(mil') ticket so let me get this right
We supposed to believe
It used to be gang gang
Thangs changed, so you can unify
Us half the battle
But the other half supposed to be bet-
Bitch stop the switchin'
Llama's spittin' at this
Walkin' contradiction
Big guns, Super C on Nintendo
That's actual Contra-diction
That line, won't relate to masses
That's old school, like segregated classes
That's why I only black
I still get Tweeted off shit I
Said in my first year
You think I care if I don't react?
I know my shit is timeless
And every move I made
Outside of the playbook
Won't none of ya coaches find it
But they know I ride, and if I'm there
There's a lot of figures close behind
Like everything that Oprah sign
The reason they don't like you
These fuckin' contradictions
It's just like you
Smack called and said I got B dot
I almost went on Strike too
It's niggas like you
We just get 'em dogged on the spot
Then he get hit wit' the 40 too
(42) and it's not the Laws Of Maat
Nigga the squad for whatever
Oh but them Kemetic third rounds against
A nigga who know better?
He not ready for that part of the lecture
But pardon professor
I heard those third rounds
Be yo' hardest semester
Well what about that against
A nigga- well nah
Mine against yo' third round
We can combine throwin' up Blood
And bein' conscious together
Bitch, I'm the clip-squeezer!
Fuck is a Kemetic Blood to the crypt
(Crip) keeper? I polished it, acknowledge it
It's gon' take you all the science in
Kemet to get you outta this
'Cause once Smack said I had
To make time for this
And I decided to fit you in this slaughter
You went from Los Angeles to
Lost like Atlantis is
'Cause no matter where he sit, he
(city) underwater round 2!
2-0!

Look not upon me because I am black
Versus Iron, when you started that
I sorta clapped
But then I got reminded, they may be blinded
But a nigga like me
Can see through them distorted raps
You made it a black vs white thing
So of course we was supportin' that
But Africa the motherland
So how you gon' vacay away and
Think that's gon' resort to facts
This was all an act
You prolly felt incredible
For the obvious reachin'
And y'all thought he was probably preachin'
Yeah that was a song of Solomon, but that
Was a female talkin' in the scripture
It wasn't even Solomon speakin'
Here I go wit' the teachin'
About how I think all of
These religions is big jokes
But when I think about it y'all way
(Yahweh) , maybe it is divine intervention
How that video you made never landed
In the hand of Chris Stokes
But we gon' skip though
Back to Solomon, I don't
Think he even existed
Let alone was he anointed with pigment
I'm 'bout to show y'all the distance
Between a nigga that's always
Pointin' to the pen
And somebody that's pinpointin'
The difference
For instance, I was named a clone
And seemingly
I thought I was in that race alone
Til JC started conscious rantin'
With his third eye, ravin'
(raven)
Well I see the future in this Game Of Thrones
Ask Daylyt, who changed his soul
I was the one! Before me it was
Number twos on any stage he on
He was sleepin', barely breathin'
Think sleep apnea cause after
We wrapped it up, it was oxygen in the mask
And he came back strong
And that's what made me known
Without my nigga 'Lyt that day
I would've never got acknowledged
Y'all was talkin' 'bout knockin' a
Niggas brains to the
Floor 'til I came through
Truly droppin' knowledge
And y'all applaud this novice?
Versus Iron y'all said he was
As conscious as Dot is
Cause he told the white man we the original
Do y'all understand how unoriginal
That thought is?
I mean it's awkward to all of a sudden start
Rappin' wit' purpose but only
Scratch at the surface
Y'all gotta look at his material
The fabric-ated lines, the wool over eyes
It's always a disguise when they
Wolfing out the Biblical it's principle
And you gotta be from certain schools of
Thought to understand how Hebrews was taught
You thought you was breakin' new ground
Well I'm here to shake up the Earth 'bout
Those lines that you used at fault
We Africans, not Hebrews
Let's not confuse this part
You struck Iron before it was hot
And I'ma go into that same book
You used to diffuse his spark
Let's view this arc
Y'all know a nigga know this shit
But peep how cold it gets
Noah was drunk and he got mad at
His son Ham cause he noticed it
But focus quick, cause in the Bible
Ham is supposed to represent Africa
So Noah cursed him, said
"Your descendants will be slavin' your son
Canaan and anything comin' after ya"
So, add this up, and when you equal the sum
Break this down and explain to me
So you claim that original Jew shit?
So you cool wit'
A book that was used when the
White man was justifyin' slavery?
It amazes me
How I give y'all direction and y'all still
Let the white man change the route
It's like ya battle vs T Top
Even when you try to put on blacks
Somewhere we still see white tee hangin' out
Jews lied about they whole history
Abraham never existed and God
Didn't choose a few
Black people we are west Africans
Them stories ain't got nothin' to do witchu
But, you, do what you usually do
So I'm not complainin' anymore
About a parasite that need a
Host to get on track i mean Smack
You just another train that he can board
Said he wasn't believable
That's when he found a new Vice
And start bangin' to the core
Well of course, I'm not surprised
Here go another god named JC
Claimin' that he Lord
I mean sure, you gang bang
You from the hood after all
Nigga stop, you a good kid
Don't poke ya chest out when
You never had to brawl
And if you did have beef wit' niggas
Y'all prolly squared it up to dance it off
When I'm from
When niggas show out then we clap applaud
No lyin'
(Lion) King, we was taught to keep a grip
Don't slip in a stampede cause the
Pride never lands after fall
We was dialed in
Where lil' niggas like this never had to call
That's why I'm mad at y'all
Y'all let this good kid Julian
Rap about gats too long
He could've did anything wit' the pen
Instead he tryin' to be gangsta
To get some respect
That he feel like he lack from y'all
JC in the desert, gettin' tempted
But the guns, drugs
Bitches and cash involved you said
"Jesus was black"? Well even though
The facts is flawed
You should know, when you God
You can't be tempted by shit cause
You already have it all
This is class for dawg
You can't fuck around like you new to
(neuter) this i see who the pupil is
Well class is in session, come
Learn you a lesson
Little nigga I'm finna tutor this
Let's maneuver this
Idea that religion is what makes our survival
Cause here we have a Vice
Lord sayin' he Hebrew
I can't believe you claimin' the title
Gee, these (GD) niggas got me confused cause
Hebrews use the Star of David
Now this information is vital
Cause this same six point star
Is also used by the Gangster Disciples
Aye, Vice Lord, ain't them your rivals?
This is tribal, and you the
(Judah) one that think black people cursed
Cause we broke God's commandments
Like, Thou Shall Not Kill
Yet in still in all yo' battles you kill
Nigga I can't understand this
Who plants this
Seed that make y'all believe this tree
Can grow for the greater good
Cause you can be killed by a GD
Rockin' the same symbol that represents
What yo' nation should
You can't be Vice Lord and
Praise the black Christ Lord
There ain't no way you could
So here's the detail
Next time I see you throw up that VL
I'ma break your wrist and drop you
Off in the wrong neighborhood
You gettin' flamed for good
You in here wit' the fire starter
The letter "J" don't exist
In the Hebrew language
So when we take it off ya name
It explains how you lyin' Carter
You gon' die a martyr
You should've never taken me bro
And since you Vice Lord, then tell us
Have you taken your oath? You see
Hebrews believed that Yahweh the only
God in the sky but when you Vice Lord
You gotta take an oath
And inside that oath says "God is Allah"
So are you Muslim or Hebrew? Which
One of them you choose?
Maybe you never signed that Vice Lord oath
All this talk about a pen that
Was never really put to use
I'm a bit confused all I need is a pro test
(protest) for y'all to see this shit
Every other bar he callin' the cop or
Nick something when he squeeze the fifth
If I talked about the white man
I really mean the shit
He used the race card just to bait y'all
He must see you as fish
But, if you know about anything that he brews
(Hebrews) , J
C (see) they don't even believe you (Jew) exist
I'm your crucifix
And this that black African power
And if these is yo' last days Julian
Then this was yo' last hour

Black power right, Beloved Dot?
That's startin' to seem like one
Of your comfort spots
So let's rap 'bout the shit
Cause too many niggas ask 'bout the shit
A conscious gang banger is a contradiction
We've acknowledged this
First two rounds, no black power
Shit, I'ma kill you, bang bang
Third round
"Niggay'all gotta snap outta this"
The same cat
Who will paint his face vs Loso
To show where his brain at
Will tell his black brother
"We need to unify" before
Lettin' them thangs clap
You wanna know why that Kemet shit
Not for us? One strange fact
There was kings there, we were slaves here
Where is it in Kemet that can explain that?
Now it's yo' time to be saved
Stop paintin' yo' fuckin' face and tellin'
Other niggas how to behave
Stop actin' like you got
The third rounds that
Contain the answers for black problems today
Stop goin' home and writin'
Bullshit songs tryin'
To get a response from Kanye
And, do you like my fuckin' fit today?
I figured you would
It's my way of makin' light of
The fraudulent shit you say
And it get more and more sick
This was sent to me, by a student
Of Polite's and a classmate of yours
And you won't ignore it
Cause you do way too much
Unity preachin' with these
Bum ass letters to Kanye
In yo' home recordings
To have yo' personal classmates hittin' me
Up cause you won't support him
He won't support him, the fuckin' irony
And niggas think it's cause of yo' teacher?
I say it's cause what he taught you
You lost too
You left Christianity to follow more
Shit you don't belong to and yo' mission
Is to guide a bunch of lost niggasnowhere
And that shit can only be
Done with evil in mind
Marco Polo, not the writer
Even though he was another thief of his time
But, I mean the game
Where a whole purpose is misleadin' the blind
The fact that you claim
Blood every other battle
That's only how silly niggas movin'
I mean if you not lost
This is like right in the
Middle of you losin'
You niggas run wit' that religion 'til the
Beast sit him like a Buddhist you pray
To a top dog like the image of Anubis
I do this
I really don't know what to take from y'all
I mean it's more dimensions to you
Than the pyramids y'all worship
From the stones to the ancient walls
The problem is the fact that we need
To unify comes after the red raggin'
Not sayin' it's not a place at all
But it's contradictory
Ref, you gotta drop that flag
Before you make the call
The fact that we need to unify
Always come after this red rag shit
Not sayin' it's not a place at all
But it's hypocrisy
Ref, you gotta drop that flag
Before you make the call
But no response necessary, silence is golden
That's why I always use it when
I let the ratchet off lay a fag in chalk
All y'all gon' hear is a body drop
Like when Maggie walk
This that same nigga who mirrored
The image of Loaded Lux
Then thought that it would help
Him skip the ropes
Didn't get that feature he wanted
Realized Lux (luck's) not on his side
Then that mirror broke
This the smoke niggas died from
Survivors can lose a lung from it
Engaging with the ratchets soon
As I touch 'em, it's like we rushin'
(Russian) shit
The shit meant to get under ya skin
That's why niggas get cut from it
They switch up, but I can tell
By the cloth you switched too
You not really cut from it
You supposed to kill them
Niggas before you die
You done made my bucket list jungle shit
Grip on me like it's tailored custom fit
Don't mention it, it's not worth the shot
And I won't mention y'all criticizin' the
Form on a perfect shot
But, it's worth the shot and
It's worth the watch
I get all the troops then we purge the spot
Then we target you, then we circle Dot
With all the proof, you a wild liar
You want these niggas to say you
Woke? Were your rounds fire?
If we really do need to unify
Then what the fuck is all the
Red raggin' in the rounds prior?
Don't even answer that!
Let's just say I'm about
That kill-a-nigga life too
Let's just say we not better
You can relieve my efforts
Replace yo' third rounds with one of mine
BAOW! I like the unconscious B dot better
That's for tryin' to resist one shot
He gotta have all his vitamins sipped
But, if I let these two point? Five
Word to Smack the first thing
Gets striked will end quick
B dot, it is over with
Overdose from the dopest pen
And y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause y'all just witnessed
This nigga's eulogy my condolences