URLtv, Kid Chaos, B. Dot The God - Kid Chaos vs. B. Dot lyrics

I'm godly but to Earth I've come
Down for the one-round?
Well, that's all it take to catch a body
They called me
I told Beasley, "Look, I'm gifted
Don't even tell me who gon' be present
Niggasurprise me"
Oddlythey gave me the nigga
Wit' all the potential nah, nah, see
This what happens when they put the sure
Thing in front of the prob'ly
Told him he would take flight and be the bomb
Yeah, nigga, kamikaze! Try me
We be in your hotеl promptly
Under the gun the еxtended stay
We in the lobby my shooter keep a piece
(peace) wit' the BaldHead we call him Gandhi
But he smoke 'dro, so his eyes low
Gotta keep 'em open to catch the drop
Ay, where the Visine!?
Pull up, everything dirty in the whip


But the ride clean pop out, 4 'Ks
You gon' see this shit
Clearer than a widescreen!
Consult wit' the killas
Meanin' the murderers advise me
Gimme what you got!
'Cause if I touch the baby
You all gettin' shot
This shit mo' 'Contagious' than the Isleys!
Mock me!
How you gon' catch a nigga movin' Godspeed?
Outta Earth is where they find me
I mean, leave Earth for once
Show us A Different World
Grow up, Kid! This ain't the Cosbys!
Why he, in front of me?
Thought I was gonna be takin' the
Bat head off like I'm Ozzy
You (Jew) fake: Ashkenazi
9s, 22s, 30s, 40s, even rise the shotty
I don't know what brush I'm
Tryna paint you with
I'm just drawin' whateverlike
A Basquiat piece! Ooh, you got me!
Finna hit your noggin
When I rap like this, it's a problem
I mean, it's always been in my genes (jeans)
It seems
(seams) I'm just in a different pocket
Told Beas' we could skip this option
I wanted the crowd! Surf! Get the mosh pit!
Instead, I get this fake-ass
Arsonal wit' different content
I never wanted thiskid: Tristan Thompson!
Pick the topic!
This language I'm scriptin' is more
Ancient than Egyptian Coptic
This is business!
And you tryna get back more
Than what you've put in
Yeahand now you get the Prophet (profit)!
This is nonsense i'll put you-
Nigga, this is nonsense!
I'll put you in a chokehold
For tryna skip the process
Your niggas will have to try
Andtake you out the loop
Like you don't wanna get the gossip!
Nigga, STOP it!
You pop shit from that 2-on-2
When y'all did it yeah, you linked up wit'
Arsonal like y'all kindred you had the pen
He had the performance - y'all blended
But the bar bended when Ars' mentioned
You use too many words
We observed your style get dumbed
Down for dawg gimmicks
You let Arsonal stop you from
Puttin' in the pen (PIN)
Like you was his bitch in his phone
Tryna get all in it so I'm callin' it
45s, 9s - BOW! - let the AR split him
He fall victim
But he still alive, takin' in oxygen
(gasp) Calm wit' it bOW! Nigga, DIE!
The pistol tellin' him to
Take his last breath another arsenal
(Arsonal) talkin' you outta
Bein' long-winded! Y'all listen!
Steel sharpens steel, but he not Iron
Man, it's a Stark difference
I write wit' the might of the
Hand of God that stopped
The crash that Twork was in
During the car flippin'!
You got a pen, but you gotta evolve wit' it
Or keep losin' while Charles Dar-winnin'!
You gotta learn to walk wit' the giants!
Yeah, nigga, I'm like that!

You gotta learn to walk wit' the giants!
Stop relyin' on bein' the biggest lil' person
You can't be happy bein' this tall midget
Spark interest
When I write, the Crips and B-Dawgs feel it
Even the ladies love it!
These illustrations got 'em drawn in it
You claim you a stepper
But never talkin' it like you WALKIN' IT!
How many losses you got on the app!?
Did it double? Oh, seven? (007)
I can't BOND wit' it! BOMB wit' it!
Step inside the elevator
Press the button like Juntao
Come up to the roof
All for nothin', get sent down!
You gon' beat me? Wit' this style!?
Nigga, when!? HOW!?
That shit you write took a
Long time to get here
Yeah, you got a penpoW! (pen pal)
Nigga SIT DOWN!when the fif' blammin'
Broad day we ain't gotta wait 'til Midnight
For you to get Madness
I'll draw it on your neck
You gon' regret gettin' this shit tatted!
This shit is tragic!
Y'all takin' that "M and M"
(Eminem) shit a little too
Farlike Nick Cannon get damaged
This that Black African Power
And if they book us for three rounds
Chaos, you gon' see your final hour, nigga
Whoopty

They said- YO! They said
"You got a week prep to write B's death!"
I said, "I usually don't roast women
But, I'mma fry this ho"
I mean, I ain't worried about Charlie
She ain't
(Sheen) gon' make it past Two and a Half
Min (Men) once Blood insides get shown
Yeah, I bet the white'll show
'Cause they had me doin' all this travelin'
Watchin' the hours go back as you
Get to feel right at home!
So since I had to travel
All these miles and zones
The South 'bout to kick the West's
Ass 'cause I'm feelin' jet lagged
Boy, you already know what time I'm on
You VIOLENT, bro!?
Well, don't stop me, Blood!
Bitch, you'll get sliced and toned
How I know?
'Cause everybody think they can hang
Until it's by a rope but, I know how this go
I should take a direct angle
(rectangle) on Dot like dominoes
But, I'm only playin' that game if the fact
Remains that all they find is BONES!
Now yo' body breakin' down for every battler
You've tried to break down and body
Ooh, karma's somethin' I thought
He would notice
'Cause bein' degrading and bringing
Out skeletons is
Somethin' we often see D composin'
But he the dopest?
Bro, last time you tried to spar wit' me
You and Sikh lost as teams
I felt like the Romans jesus Christ
The God got crucified the last time
He stood across from me
They thought Anarchy would lose
Like we was failin'!
Until we had God down to a T like"nailed it!"
I got tough skin but, you was draggin'
(dragon) the myth that I wasn't spittin' fire
So I scaled it but ONE ROUND!?
Smack, I'm cool wit' gettin' checks
(Chex) for a snack like trail mix!
But, I'm usually rockin' wit' the Flames
Brim!? Stones!?
But, it's you who I'mma say "To Hell with!"
You pale bitch!
Bro, even if you is a God, you a demigod
'cause you half of I
You wanna know why it's a fact I find?
'Cause on the Blackopoly record
We got on together
My verse was obviously better
In half the time plus, in the 2-on-2

You admitted you figured I wrote all of
Me and Arsonal’s raps and rhymes!
So even in a handicap match wit’ a Crip
You ain’t have what it take to
Front on me in the building
And that’s a SIGN!
See, they made me pay dues!
And gave thee great room to
Say these lame views
Same things they’ve used
Out-of date schemes: Quaaludes
Race bait King, they knew
Makes me take you as a safe drink, 8-proof!
Fake weed, K2! ’K shoot!
With bullets that just discovered
A great thing: breakthrough
But same scheme - Phase 2!
You up here tryin’ to convince
‘em that you ain’t me, ain’t you?
Plus some just wanna see who
The real god runnin’ ‘round
And yeah, you fire underground
But Hades ain’t Zeus
Plus, askin’ who the REAL god is like
"What came first: the chicken or the egg?"
And that may seem grade-school
But, I’mma leave you so riddled you
Gon’ need a pair of docs (paradox)
Boy, don’t make me MAKE YOU! I break rules!
Like how you say you believe in
Polygamy and treatin’ women as equals?
OK, which is yo’ pick? ‘Cause see
You contradict your consciousness and
Then your roles switch but don’t trip
‘Cause, I done sold everything
From steel to pills
See, that’s how you stick to yo’ script
But, I aim to be a deadbeat pops
On my kids, i won’t miss!
I’ll be splittin’ bro shit!
Bro, we all can rap where The Saurus at?
See, all men act
(almanac) like they know the directions to
Be seen across the map
And you seemingly encompass that
But, I talked to Smack and said, "Bro
I need a battle where
I can capitalize after!"
He said, "Don’t worry - we got Dot for that"
But it gotta be a glitch in the Matrix-
C’mon, man y’all can sleep all y’all want
Sleep all y’all want
(chuckles) I’ve been wildin’ aye, listen
Aye!

But, I talked to Smack and said
"I need a battle where
I can capitalize after!"
He said, "Don’t worry - we got Dot for that"
But it gotta be a glitch in the Matrix
If I die crossin’ paths to this copy-cat
So Dot, relax
Understand who you fightin’ wit’
Oh, you Godbody?
Well, I’m tryna body God and
Shoot while you drivin’ in
BAH! Then rise again
‘Cause it was easy to spot
You through that glass
So I just decided to provide some tint
Now all that’s gon’ be left inside yo’
Whip gon’ be pieces of 5 Percent!
‘Cause, I’M A GOD! ‘Cause, I’m a god!
And it’s more than what I do wit’ these bars
Even down to the tunes where I’m truly a star
Think you’re provin’ me wrong? Then
Go through all my songs
And from there, you’ll be MIA…Music Is Art

Yo, give it up for Kid Chaos!
Give it up for B dot!
I think that one, we need three racks!
(We need three racks)
Let me know! Let me know!
That was crazy, you know what I’m sayin’?
We gon’ go to the room
Wit’ JayBlac, Tsu Surf, and Charlie Clips
Let’s get it
I think Geechi Gotti in there too
Let’s get it - Smmmmack