URLtv, Jey The Nitewing, Real Sikh - Jey The Nitewing vs. Real Sikh lyrics

Let’s start this off wit’ a known fact:
They got you winnin’ if I don’t rap
And the irony isi don’t rap
But for 25 whole racks? yeah
 I’mma retire some numbers
Since they threw me
A Jersey nigga to throw back gear shift
Real seek? Real sick? Bitch
 I don’t give a real shit
For your division sees
I’mma put you wit’ ‘em -
They’ll have to reel Sikh
I give a fuck what your name is, clown!
Impress me or take this round! Since Jey
(J) PG, I fucked my image up
But that won’t save him now
It’s 2020 - bet I’ll fix that
Vision when I lay Sikh (LASIK) down!
This where I’ll leave him at
‘Cause try me? He not thinkin’ that!
He gotta keep it rap


The punch’ll do his head so bad
He gotta keep it wrapped! Your King is back!
Be careful, bitch i’ll make Arabs flip
The punch I be
(Punjabi) throwin’ hard enough to
Tear a wrist (terrorist)!
I don’t hear you, Sikh - your coffin comin’
By a fuckin’ cement truck
Show up to your funeral, I’m at your brother
Like "Why you ballin’ that fist up?"
Get hemmed up, like "Who found this lame?"
On some new drugs, you sound insane
Oh, y’all got Real Sikh
(sick) takin’ it? Bitch, file a claim!
Don’t cry to me
True King - you coulda died for free!
Well, for 250 C notes
I’mma show you that higher key
You can’t lie to me you ain’t killed shit
"Real Sikh" - yeah, you fit the name
Quarantine or not, you wasn’t outside anyway!
What you finna say?
Fed’ nigga, I’m from the Way
You just IN the way!
Smack knew this shit jeopardized
If he didn’t throw in a J
That’s a fact, Sikh
You really think they pulled your
Name out a hat, bitch?
You don’t see why they brought the
Mad King for the Ultimate Madness?
You don’t see how they put the
Best niggas in the opposite brackets?
You really think they’d give me a no name
Jersey nigga if this wasn’t just practice!?
Bastardthey set this up ‘cause they
Knew what would happen!
They already got me in the end
(Indian) - wrap your head around that shit!
I’m back, bitch! Mad King!

Yo!
Y’all ain’t learn nothin’ ‘bout this flu
And how it could have you?
Y’all gave me Nitewing - now
I gotta cook bats, too!
This finally happenin’
That’s some good-ass news
Everything got postponed, and your
Wig gettin’ pushed back, too!
REAL SIKH! Watch your mouth! Calm shit down!
Turn you into a punchline
For all that shoutin’
I could make your death so talked about that
Battle rappers will make double
Entendres out it get this shit jumpin’
Better be ready for rumblin’
I settle vendettas with lead and
Get the metal to dumpin’
If I go 0 to 100, I empty the gun
And the drum go 100 to
0 like Benjamin Button!
Sendin’ him punches to give
His head a concussion
Find your lil’ crib and
Take everything from it
In your residence huntin’ break your window
Then I’lltiptoe around it like
A sensitive subject
TEC to your stomach! One shot got him layin’
As a hospital patient, the docs operatin’
They all tryna save him!
Talkin’ ‘bout how to put his ribs
Back together: that’s a side conversation
He always pacin’- I’m cookin’ him!
He always pacin’, all relaxed and slow
He tryna get a shock factor
Wit’ a faster flow
He on that Walter White Breaking Bad approach
He heard he got Sikh
(sick) and started (w) rappin’ dope!
Goin’ overboard
Then I’m foldin’ you wit’ a punch
Bro get comatose
Then I’m throwin’ him in the trunk
Toe-to-toe, you’d get a chokehold
And submission clutch ‘Til you tap -
(smack-smack) - I know how you give it up!
Nitewing more bark than bite
My strongest strike caught Nite
He done lost his sight
Blood in his pupil like
A early-morning flight
He’ll have a red eye if I take off at Nite
(night) always hyped
‘cause I been in brawls and fights
You the awkward type
Dad and your moms was nice
I’ll break your left leg, rip off your right
So you can see that we from
Two different walks of life!
If all you write is Indian bars
You gon’ have me wild upset
I’ll put my turban around your throat
‘til you gaspin’ outta breath
"Don’t be racist" - that’s the boundaries set
If he don’t wrap his head around it
I’ll choke him wit’ the wrap around my head!
Yeah! I’m ridin’ wit’ a
Blade that’ll leave marks
Rise it to a vein, then I’ll weave ‘cross
Slide it through your face, leave a deep scar
Then drive it in your brain
Like your dream car sikh!

You feel that? That’s that aura
That you heard about
Small room or the main stage
You get the same Jey
They know a killer when they see onethat’s
Why I say what you can’t say
You know that vibe you get from people on a
Plane? I get that on a plain day
This for the naysayers
Since I don’t punch back-to back
They don’t got me beatin’ you
After one punch, that was that
They don’t realize I never needed two
So they think I’m lackin’
Take a look back and see I ain’t just rappin’
In ten seconds
You say two bars - same old fashion
In ten seconds
I say one line and get the same reaction!
And just like that, you snuffed
They said I don’t rap fast enough
One of your fans said it
Let’s see if a fan says it in a
Stranglehold while I turn up the fan settings
A damn menace, only got two damn minutes
To earn this pandemic!
Still, I’m fryin’ this nigga so fuckin’ long
The pan dented! Who’s sayin’ different?
They already knew I would kill this dummy!
But they was actin’ like Smack went
And got John Wick for me
A sick joke - if I’m at his crib
The shit will get funny
Least it’s my sense of humor:
Even got Real Sikh (sick) puppy
Here’s a fun fact
Dominatin’ your whole class
You ain’t done that
Stock dippin’, I’m not trippin’
I told Smack we could run that one match
And it’s gon’ put me right
Back to where Swamp at
You? Shoulda stayed at home, Sikh (sick)!
Now he gon’ die in a comeback! Fuck that!
They like, "Nah, Jey, it won’t be that!
You already failed this class!"
Well, now you gon’ have to hold me back!
Nigga, you see now!?
How talkin’ shit just gets you beat
Down even worse for it!?
From the faceoffs to the interviews
You thought you wouldn’t get hurt for it!?
Now the crowd’s confused ‘cause now it’s
You eatin’ your words for it
But, if those were his last words
I guess I took his word for it?!
See, THIS 25!? I already know
That I’m worth more but by the time Sikh
(sick) leave
It won’t even feel like I worked for it!
I’m warrin’ now they shut my job down
So I lost my usual coup
A mechanic that’s outta work: yeah
That’s how screws get loose
So if unemployment backed up, then, nigga
You should too mad King

2020 is crazybunch of celebrities gone
A pandemic just started
People left from they jobs
But the top of the list of the
Shit that wasn’t expected at all?
This motherfucker Jey The Nitewing
Remembered his bars! You always chokin’!
You forget what lines to say
We been quarantined, what
Three months? Now he memorizing great?
How can you call him a rapper
If that’s the time it takes?
And we only see this kind of Jey if
The world shuts down for 90 days!?
You ain’t no mothafuckin’ rapper! Look
At this through the lens!
Take any fan - for three months
Give ‘em a pen they might be simple at best
But won’t slip and forget
So why you on the stage if
You ain’t no different than them!?
You ain’t no motha-fuckin’ RAPPER!
You ain’t trained enough
Can’t do the basic stuff without
90 days - you suck!
You annoying as pregnant women you lazy
Plus it takes you three months to
Show up like a baby bump
If they send me away, ain’t no three months
You gotta start preppin’ today
And in two weeks
We gon’ be back to regular Jey
You a bad investment to make
Who are you movin’ through!?
He ain’t ready for this
Y’all shoulda put him through The Crucible
He be focused ‘til you move your fuckin’ arm
His attention slips
He gon’ lose a couple bars
If you distract Jey
It’ll get super ugly for him
Wait - diss track, Jay, "Super Ugly" for him?
Lonzo Ball: this Jey (J) got super ugly form!
You fixed? Of course!
I ain’t mad at your job
But how you worked at a garage
But don’t have any drive?
All you have is bad games in the league
Smack pulls Drake in the scene
Now he wanna play for the team?
Listen, rookie
Never look in the camera and panic
Have an extra verse planned if you scramblin’
You worked at a garage
But when it come to havin’ a spare one
If you fall flat
You don’t understand the mechanics!?
I don’t GET IT!
You doin’ too much thinkin’ while you rhyme
You’ll get stuck behind them
Bars like you sittin’, doin’ time
Gotta do the "El Chapo": have tunnel vision
You’ll be fine but tell me how Jey’ll
(jail) break out if he’s a
Prisoner of the mind!
You make me so MAD, I almost shot this down
But my dumb ass left the clip inside my house
Then I said, "Wow…"
I’ve been watchin’ his battles so much
I turned into Jey - and forgot my rounds!
Jersey!

First Sikh Indian battler
You know why no one actually cares?
Close your eyes while he’s rappin’tell me
If that’s what you hear
Indian battler where? "Come on
Jey you got on Don for the opposite of that"
To be fair, I hear you
Look, I ain’t askin’ you to
Be Aladdin up here but, you keep rappin’
Wit’ that voice rasp and that weak accent
I get the vibe that you style-bitin’
Your lil’ Jedi mind tricks
Wu Tang-influenced style of writing
I bet you figured niggas would only let you
In the cipher if you sound like ‘em
See, I don’t like him
Y’all don’t understand where I’m comin’ from
First Sikh Indian battler
And he sounds like every other one
Not even a slight difference
"Come on, Jey the nigga writes different"
No, he doesn’t… gun bars, macho performance
Don’t act like I’m trippin’
‘cause I’ve listened
You know why I’m different?
Because my life different
You’ve been actin’ like your life isn’t
But who I am kiddin’?
Half these niggas rappin’
Really just dry-snitchin’
Which is also inaccurate
‘cause half these niggas ain’t
Even seen enough
Action to even act as an eyewitness
But like I said, keep rappin’
‘Cause if you ask me, you got played, nigga
I’m sure you real sick and tired of the
Sikh flips - I feel the same, nigga
‘Cause, I’m gettin’ real sick and tired
Of fuckin’ battlin’ the same nigga
I swear these battle niggasthink all it
Take is to battle niggas
Either side of the bracket
I only know half these niggas
And they stick me wit’
The fuckin’ fortune teller
If I wanted my hand read
I’d just slap these niggas!
I TOLD Y’ALL to surrender
It’s y’all the contenders!
This all is afuckin’ facade -
I was always the winner!
My wanton disregarded, unfortunate
Now you caught in the center
Of my finish move
- living proof that God has a temper
A Mad Kingand you can bark all you want to
My nigga my lost bars more memorable than
The bars you remember
You wanna die, though, I get it
Dreams of the prize fightin’ died tryin’
- not surprised for a minute let alone two
So it holds true: only my time got a limit
And they gon’ remember me for killin’ you
But they’ll have to remind me I did it
Mad King

Yo, yo… he pulled the race card
‘cause Jey can’t write
Raps on the stage that I’m at
If I swang a right jab, he woulda said
"Chill! I ain’t know you’d
Get angry like that" he wanna bring up race
Until I take it all the way left
‘Cause after I cross the line
He gon’ wave the white flag!
You call yourself the "Mad King"grow up
You’re 32 years old
And you named after a superhero?
You’se a weirdo!
You tryin’ to be Nitewing and the Mad King
You shoulda been learned from Cassidy
We don’t need another rapper
Wit’ a Split Personality
He’s stuck in a character
He tryin’ it for them
He’s really crazy, he might need some meds
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Hov’
And how he never wrote a rhyme wit’ a pen
When I say I don’t think Jey right
(Jay write) in the head!
See, "Nitewing" kept losin’
So he switched into this
King persona, but it ain’t authentic a bit
‘Cause when they said the business is big
So we gotta show our personality
He had to choose which one to pick!
Well, Nitewing is ass, so be the King
He could get views
‘Fore your fans click in your
Battle like a chess move
‘Cause when you the Nite
(knight) , you horse around and take Ls
You gotta move as the King just
For them to check you!
You ain’t special! It ain’t ‘bout no riches
You a bum, a punch’ll have you malnutritioned
The teeth in your mouth get chipped in
So your next crown that’s missin’ need
A root canal to fix it
You tryna wipe all your mistakes wit’ a
Alternate name and make your audience stay
I see the cards you were gave
And call it like Spades
You only a King ‘cause you two-faced
And lost to an Ace! Ain’t it obvious
Jey!? You don’t fit the portrait
You can’t ever claim the throne in this war
Shit if you slip up or quit
You lookin’ at it backwards:
You ain’t fit for
A King - you the King of Forfeit's!
This my second URL battle! I spazzed on it
He had mad opportunities, fucked ‘em up
And now y’all back on him
And he brag off it!
Y’all shoulda banished him for
That smack talkin’! Why we ain’t see son get
Shunned, like Smack talkin’, huh!?
I’m ready, I signed on the line
I could kill for that money that
They got as the prize
I’m only 25, I got time
I could risk a 25-to-life if I
Get 25 when they DIE! Jersey!