URLtv, B. Dot The God, Mike P - Mike P vs. B. Dot lyrics

Y'all think B dot fire, right?
Well, I guess that's what them likes get you
You know this battle is
Kinda like the building
The heat is on and you 'bout
To have some serious Mike (mic) issues!
What, y'all think I can't
Freestyle for nothin'?
Boy, I'm wild seasoned
Geechi battled just now, I start a TEC
(Tech) , half the crowd leavin'
No time wastin' though this a waste of time
I figured I'd shake up with the best
This is "disrespected" versus "can't
Seem to get respected" and well
That's a problem I need to
Take up with the rest
Until then, I'm in Cali, shiieeet
I took a- pay cut just to flex
Parallel universe, you believe in it?
You here to try to Trump a white man


And I'm here to Wake Up Mr west
It all starts, with a Glock spittin'
Iron, Mike versus the Vegas
The kick like 'Pac did it
Born Legacy Supreme, R Streetz
'Cause by the third r- Top missin'!
We two different elements, separated
And Kemetics, is where the plot thickens
So excuse my punctuation, mark
You half-assed semi colon
Pause, that's for people
Thinkin' Dot different
Nah, are you progressin' or talkin'
You either build or boast aye, I
(AI) flew to West World
Bernard told me to kill the host
With steel lines, to heat up a square
He a radiator
Fuck a knife fight, we ain't joustin'
What I blew (blue) knock red off his
Pedestal: American Gladiators
I've seen people tougher than you
And you ain't built like ours
You lack Courage, dawg (dog)
And I use this
(Eustace) bag just to kill a coward
Your queen? As beautiful as a rose
And I love pickin' flowers
That box, the most exciting place to bust
(bus) and drop in: Tilted Towers!
Fortnite bars!
B dot, what you gon' do wit' me?
I'm meal-toting, max shield potions
Holdin' two 50's
BAOW, that's what he get for
Bringin' me the drama
Cheapskate, shitty teammate
He ain't see the Llama
Bro, you too paranoid
So I doubt your performance
All you gon' do is cry

Nothin' but a clown we recordin'
Whatchu gon' talk about? My suicide?
Bro, that sound get aborted
Like, "What you knew, blood?"
I drew Blood without the extortion
Fuck a B dot
I'll murder the whole Left Side Connection
Buck-50, he gon' need his
Whole left side connected
I booked your funeral soon as
I booked my Airbnb
The knife I got, IHOP, it go from P to B!
Or the Desert E, fire into this queer chin
He took every single round
Y'all know I can't get a clear win
Fear him? Boy
I played Suge since I had a shot drawn
Now it's a shot drawn, I'm
In front of your house
Now it's your door gettin' knocked on
Versus EK

It looked like Smack you was about to pop on
But we copped the pay-per-view
Just watch the battle livedot calm (com)!
Get tossed, somethin' without the pen
But fuck a credit scheme, let it scream
Back of the whip, you playin' Kennedy
I clown on you, aim down on you
I'm in a mezzanine
Gat named "The Saurus", deuce deuce
Two Time Everything i let it ring
Boy The Beatles can't even Let It Be
Your girl wanted Nuttin' But Love
I gave her Heavy D
I crack a bottle on Blood head
I'm spillin' Grenadine
I'm just comparin' Kemetic Science
To kinetic energy
I'll weave, put Dot to sleep
He'll need pajama pants
The only dude annoying to Mike
Would be Banana Man
If it's work involved, I'll
Search for Charles, that's an anagram
I'll stomp your Cali ass the fuck out
You'll get the Hammer Dance
I didn't have much room to
Do the Hammer Dance but
Keep comin' with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leadin' to
Your loss in salary
You here to act like you still
A boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life
Into your false reality time

Check this, you'll remember this
Who wanna scrap wit' me? Mikey P
Tell your boss to show me the
Money get your Jerry Maguire on
I'm known for being fire on cam'
You known for being on cam' gettin' fired on
LA let's turn this riot on new York
We done studied the game tapes and
We see why y'all bang late
See a nigga like me wouldn't let you slide
And why (NY)? Because initially
Mentally we not in the same state
See out east
You told Suge he was the biggest
Known slob since Biz and Owens
Blood is you dumb? Do you know where you at?
Do you know where I'm from?
Didn't you say "Fuck the West"?
Then called a triple OG that
Started Westside Ps a "slob"
Wow the disrespect the irony
I wanna Just Do It but then I
Know I won't get the check respect the west
What the fuck you know about gangbangin'?
White boy from New York
Middle class maintainin'
My niggas really in the field
The only shit you kill is
Call Of Duty game playin'
Callin' out Brizz and Roc
Like you top tier main stagin'
This neanderthal only want to battle y'all
To show who's really Cave Gangin'
I came sprayin'

Haters gon' say it's Photoshop when I come
Through with more machinery than Robocop
They'll take your bitch for ransom
You gon' have to put money on your heart
Like them weak ass clothes you rock
The flow don't stop
Think Pacquiao when I pack him out
Givin' him the same treatment Cotto got
Or flash with the cannon (Canon)
You here standin' next to me brings a
Whole new meanin' to photo op'
The fo' fo' cocked, and
I'm shootin' big bullets
It'll feel like a boulder block
And some guys only about that
Thing, and when it sing
You better duck like you know the wop
You know this Dot
I'm only here to address you Mike
"You had a lot to say about a
League you said yes to twice"
That's that slave mentality
Thinkin' I say "yes" to a league
Ain't gon' sway or rattle me
Nigga I say "yes" for the
West, show some respect
If I ain't accept this there
Ain't no way we battling
Thanks for travelling
We heard the hype just figured
You for the nervous type
Thought I had a different opponent til
I noticed they subbed you
In the game and had you throw on a jersey
Mike well this gon' be American History
X-cept we gon' change the script
And word it tight give you the curb to bite
Rest in peace Emmett Till
We'll tie this white bitch to
The front of the whip, i'm reversin' life
You gon' reimburse them, right?
I mean they paid for the flight
I'm sure the purse was nice you was racin'
They told you "be patient"
But they didn't explain
You was goin' under the surgeon's knife
You suburban white
And write like you live some
Sort of urban life

From New York, all the way to LA, do it BIG
Well that's just gon' get
Your Suburban striked
I'm in an urge to fight
They done put a real life
In front of the poltergeist
So I'm checkin' you with the one
Two like I think it's a broken mic
I get up close to strike, poke him twice
Razor sharp Logan knife
With that over right then it's
"Oh goodnight"
White boys always wanna wrestle
Til somethin' open they chest like Hogan hype
You better hold on Mike
You the mom that's driftin' here
With the paradigm shiftin'
On URL, where all the stars are
At the top of the mountain, actin'
Paramount Pictures, KG, where is my digit's?
After this we gon' talk bro'
This will be the last time you
Get me for the cost low
I figured they'd put me in front of
The wigger cause they gettin' somethin'
Big for the cheap price and he
Used to workin' at Costco
My fault though, for tryin' to help you Mike
You said I wanted more money for this battle
Well you right
Was tryin' to get you more money too
But that's what they not gon' tell you Mike
You're so connected to URL
You think you're free but can't see
How they handheld you Mike
No Henny bottle but they
Treat you like canned
Goods the way they shelf you Mike
I see you're not gelled too tight
All kind of cracks in the guy cranium
I mean, what kind of (Wakanda) shit is this?
Smack is T'challa sendin' a
White agent to the
Sky to stop Killmonger from
Passin' the Vibranium
Ain't no savin' him, Smack I'll
Drop another third round
Don't make me go there i find it Strange
You can't create fire rounds but get to
Jumpin' in my world outta nowhere
This is no fair
Y'all done stuffed dynamite inside
Of the wheel barrel
And rode in front of battle raps Will Farrell
All this jokin' and fuckin' around, and
Still can't make it baby
You should feel sterile
Why air you? I'm not here to
Let a gun go blam i'd rather pull out
Pistol whip him in the mouth you know
Smack his lips like Twork when
His punch don't land
I got a hunch though fam'

You gon' be like my last competition
I'm used to the opposition and hit
The fans with the proposition
Like, "B dot is street and
He conscious and that's conflictin'"
A sick disposition
Now I just fuse my future with my past
He once tried to decide on a half
That ain't gon' help you
Get no split decision
This for my Crips in prison and
All my Bloods behind the
Walls in the wicked system that
Don't fit this description
Yeah you know this Matrix hates us
All these codes I'm tryin' to Control alt
Delete and shift encryptions
Even your team's indifferent
I talked to Mickey on the phone he was like
"Dot I don't know you got superlative raps
But Mike's pen's gettin' better
He could Trump you" i say
"Well that's fake news the
Wrong alternative facts" and besides
Mickey gon' be turnin' his back the same
Way he did with Joe Budden
Watchin' his homie gettin' punched
On and looked
Away like he don't know nothin'
Y'all hoes frontin' yellow Tape Gang
Which one of y'all gon' throw fists and clap?
Nigga, Bonnie Godiva's the only
G from your Unit
We've ever seen go get the strap
You better roll a clip back
This that black African power
And if these was your last days Mikey
This is your last hour

I thought to touch on
Your Kemetic Science but
My mind was stressed so I diverted
More to pure shit, and tell
That every line complex, a wordsmith
To this herb shit
There is nothin' that this guy can test
And if his people wanna jump in
I'm splittin' Dot Mobb in half Shine vs Rex
Let's turn up
Flame life, I'll put the heat on ops
Use your pussy white angles, Mike P no cop
Get KO'd you wouldn't see those shots
A fist to lame, it's Twister game
So when son hit the floor
Hands and feet on Dot i've been the nicest
Long before Thanos I've been a Titan
Spine shot, he start convulsin'
That's meningitis
Brush me wrong, it's a Scope in your mouth
That's gingivitis
Shoulder shot, he can't lift an arm up
That's tendonitis i said I ride with
A pocket pistol, miniature
But, I like the hammer it's small
But does the job 'cause it's the
Little things in life that matters
I snuck it in the venue
They ask how the GP did it
It's easy to sneak a pistol
In if it's 3D-printed
I flew here, for a tag
Puttin' you up in a grave

DNA, with the piece, I can maneuver with a K
Home court what?
Bitch you ain't know what I would
Do up in this place corky Romano
You here for a white bag but
It blew up in your face
Oh you fire in LA, but let's be honest
You don't stack bars canada vs Verb
Boy you barely even scratched god
You terrible at road trips, wack god
You hate to camp so when you cook you
Only comfortable makin' fires
In your backyard how dare you test the pen
Like you do it better
The white skin peel in LA i
Ain't used to the weather for a band
I'll pop punks in Cali without Rufio
You shit on the tree of URL
But never gave yourself room to grow
You diva, vs Mike I'm Tyson
With what I do to hoes bullets Caillou
Bald heads goin' through your clothes
I'm evil Ryu
No remorse for what I do to souls
And if I try you, i'm puttin' ten on your
Back like Akuma robes! Silly wit' that
If I Reed Dollaz I get silly wit' cats
Two rounds is all I need
I Surf vs nitty a cat
The bulldog bitin' and I don't give
A shit if he strapped
Soon as he feels the nips he (Nipsey) Hustle
But, I turn back around for a victory lap
You wanna argue URL? Fine, let's talk holmes
Issues I had, I hashed out wit' 'em
Not cried and throwed stones
And any argument, can end wit' a knife
So point chrome
'Cause even if I lose this debate
I'll still drive the point home be honest
Thank me for doin' this in the west for you
I could've extra killed you in New York
But, I want the best of you
I took the disadvantage
Cause, I ain't scared like the rest of you
Nobody said "yes" to you
Pussy, I requested you!
And the fact that you here right now
I've lost respect for you
But, I guess it's "Fuck URL" til
URL throws some checks to you time

They say Mike P punch crazy, CRAZY, Mike
The dopest white battle rapper on Smack
How is that? You not even the dopest white
Battle rapper in your camp
I mean it's quite apparent that
You ain't fuckin' with Aaron
And white battle rap that's such a
Small space to be sharin'
It's gettin' over crowded but you allowed it
Can't put your trust in connivers
Jealous Ones Envy
Especially when you see them on
The road to success
And that's a car you was just in
(Justin) , Driver
Now you the hitchhiker searchin'
For the newest road you blew it bro
White Battle Rapper On Smack was
Your own little world
And we stopped watchin' your Truman Show
To view Glue' and Joe
But, I brought the coolest scope
These fans deserve a brand new optic
I'm here to widen the lens and zoom in on
The microscopic to show y'all
How Mike views profit (Prophet)
We all watched it
As you came in this game and changed
Lanes cause you had a few options
It was either Smack
URL or you could've been King Of The Dot'in'
Which one will get the views poppin'?
You first made the news when dude socked him
Dropped him boo bopped, clocked him
And that was the first time you
Had a few dudes watchin'
That's when that short fuse popped in
Your Ascension in the game
When dude took flight
I mean you took takin' punchin', in a battle
To whole new heights
But, I can't understand you Mike
Cause fuck a contractual obligation
Let somebody snuff me, I'ma pop you
That's an actual confirmation
And I ain't makin' up with

Nobody in these battle situations
I mean you, plus a body bag will be the only
Thing y'all add in my Math-ematical equation
But, I get the evaluation
You vs Tink The Demon was hot
But see I dug a lil' deeper
Looked down in the grave and
I seen through the plot
This wigger write like he fight
For civil rights, Mike
We all agree that you not
Just cause you Rose a little
Bit don't mean that you can Park here and
Not relinquish your spot
I mean, why not fight with ICE?
Try to kill the Wolf in a small
Corridor like Leonidas when he was
Maybe it's cause you know if you went up
North to the cold you'd get exposed
As just another flake that blends in with the
Snow over at King Of The Dot
And we see this a lot
White boys wanna ball with the blacks
We go hard in the paint
They never seen on the block
This is our lane
We draw the attention and only dish it
To wiggers when we needin' a shot
But believe it or not
If you go over there with
'Ganik you'd do damage
And you know this, right?
But see it's all part of his gang
He claim he wanna stick to his Genesis
Play Station'ed in his slot where he
Can be this token white keep focus sight
You gotta see through the bloggin'
Facebook lies and how he markets it
I got foresight to see through Fort Nite and
Now you put up a shield and build
Fortifications to hide behind and not
Get your target hit
It's obvious, your demo is in the graphics
That's how you grow audience?
Well where we from this system
Don't work for us
That's why we blow cartridges
The awkwardness

All fusin' to a dude that use video game
Schemes and make y'all applaud the shit?
But y'all wouldn't accept that from a nigga
Like Dre Vishiss or Geechi Gotti
Some of the hardest Crips
But, you was able to hit Tink wit'
Everything on the move list that Hadouken!
That you did! Only got approved when
We gave you a pass and
Didn't laugh at the bullshit
'Cause of your skin and you knew this
And I'm just gettin' it all of
My chest like a nudist
I thought I figured out these squares
It appears I'm still havin'
Trouble with the Rubix so the tool is
Makin' arrangements to blossom his
Top like a tulip pussy nigga, two lips
The heat will make him cool it
You can catch a blue flame
That's that Crip and that Piru shit!
You're foolish
Thinkin' I'ma just let you walk into hip hop
See the goal he has is to
Stand in front of the net, upload a clip
If it's funny or controversial his shit pop
And what we do? Give him
A Lil' Pump, some aahs
A Lil' Uzi Vert to the tip top
Got these pussies suckin' they own dick in
The race to get to 69 position
Well, this is that pit stop
Get your shit clocked
More niggas flamed up than what the Dips got
Big Dot, soon as I went viral
There was a two year big stop
URL contract, sign that, shit nah
New slaves
But, I know how to evade the slipknot
Hitchcock, put him in the Twilight
Fif' cocked silencer on it
The shit'll sound like a rim shot
Who hot? Him not grown man? Kid not
Barrel pointed at an undercover cop like
"You killed Big Pop"
Gridlocked, what make you think
You can beat me?

My nigga, I studied etymology, and honestly
I know your last name is pronounced
"Poo lee-see" and I digged deeply
Do the research like I'm supposed to
In Italian
"Pulice" means "something small and annoying"
Well, what a fitting name for what
He means to this culture and y'all chose to
Put the updated PCs in front of the archive
Not smart, guys
So when I separate 'em, think
Segregation, ropes around each wrist
We pull 'em apart tied (apartheid)
This the dark side
Nah, I ain't Brizz but it's gon' be
A Raw deal when the fif' flyin'
Send half the clip at your clique
Have your men dyin' and send you eight
(insinuate) for anything you was implyin'
You gon' die tryin'
This that Black African Power
And if these was your last days, Mikey
This is yo' last hour

I said, you know what? LA
This ain't even about competition
Look, y'all
He's charged with fallin' in love
With the URL system
Think of this as a filmed inquisition
I'm 'bout to give y'all a chance to make sure
You don't dance around these
Topics your deposition
True or false: LA been runnin' battle rap?
True or false? Y'all been
Lined with some killers and every year
URL throws an event around this
Time for the realest
Danny, Diz, Nitty, Geechi
EK: these fuckin' guys are gorillas
Puts in all the damn work
Without cryin' a river
Now, hear me out, cause he got
The feelin' he a side piece, he insecure
Convinced that he's missin' out on a ride
Sweet he Drake new album
And this goes way beyond rhymes deep
Cause A: he raps great
But, you turn a little soft when
You start to side B dot! Find peace
Cause a lot of great writers like
You done came and went
The more you show your cards
The more give them different ways to vent
Like your contradictions
And we gon' touch on all
Those mind games you pitch
Like how you don't care about battle rap
But, you cared that you
Weren't the main event main event?

Bro, co main event, I wouldn't hand you that
You said you cared about music more
But, you couldn't even handle that
My first song in five years, SMOKED YOU
You couldn't even handle tracks
Dawg, how you from LA
(chk-chk) and you couldn't even handle Wax
Don't even answer that
Address the switch in your steez
In that third round
Vs EK when you shit on the league
I do not get what it means
How you were shittin' on Beas'
For puttin' Diz on
The stage but you got Diz on your team
But ooooh fACTS let's just ignore that from
The pseudo-righteous race baiter
Besides, it was a haymaker
We felt that shit a day later
Even though it was bullshit lies while
He was starin' y'all down
Cause he a jealous ass rapper that
Likes to pander to crowds
Let's get to panderin' now
Grippin', I'm eyein' somethin' crazy
He froze up, I rose up
You'll be lyin' in the daisies
The tiny little snub nose
Got him flyin' to the gate
He, thought he was incredible, too
(Incredible 2)

'til he saw the kid firin' (fire in) the baby
I see right through all the
Bullshit that this cat scan
Colt 45 and I use it, as a back hand
There's levels to this maze of a game
So let the gat blam
I'll ghost 'em, 'til he blue
'Cause what's a Dot compared to
What I pack? Man! (Pac-Man)
I heard of his troops
There's birds to recoup
Got in the Benz, drive it and park
I peeked in his house, then seen him get out
Dot on the ledge, got out the car
I'm turnin' to Mook if I'm yearnin' to shoot
Plot on his death, shot on this mark
Gun to his head, then one in his chest
Dot on his head, dot on his heart!
What UP!? What up!?
I said, I'm gettin' at him
For your rhymes, I'm airin' at a mark
Donald Trump: the 45 splittin' families apart
Fuck this guy dumpin', if Dot want it
The blade Tony Hawk six buck fifties
Cause, I'll spin 'em into a 900
So keep comin' with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leadin' to
Your loss in salary
YOU here to act like a boss and battle me
I'M here to put some life
Into your false reality

I wanna share somethin' wit' you Mikey
I'm not sure if you remember this
It was back in the day when
We would exchange, you know
Have our little differences
You DM'd me an apology, that was man of you
But it was interestin' how you ended it
"Oh you fake Lux you wrong
For bringin' the DM up"
Nah nigga he was wrong for sendin' it
But let's get into it
We gon' skip right to the end
Where you say, "As one of the good Europeans
It's hard to not to instinctively defend"
Now, European instinct
That's what I wanna talk about
The first two rounds was the head shot
This the autopsy after we chalk him out
Let me walk you out
So there's no confusion about evolution
We migrated out of Africa up into Europe
I'm talkin' archaic humans
Used to the humid, 'til we
Get caught in the cold, grey skies
UV rays couldn't get through them
In order to receive vitamin D that was heaven
Sent we lost melanin and turned into mutants
And that biology, fucks wit' your psychology
Appearance started to change and the mind
Gets caught up in rage dirty Europeans
Until my ancestors the Moors
Went up into Spain
And Italy and taught 'em to bath
Just flip through the page, this is history
This ain't facts I gotta spit
Now look at you
Another dirty European gettin' washed up
By an African again
I don't battle rap to win
I'm here to contend with the
Ancestry from which you descend
Them Greeks that came over to
Speak on my people
Called us "Ethiots" which meant "burnt skin"
And y'all want some type of utopia
Well, I want revenge for Ethiopia
The only un-colonized country
On the continent
That's why your Italian ancestors
Bombed the shit and I'm astonished wit'
The fact that blacks don't see we been
Beefin' with Italians since that Hannibal
Carthage shit so, it's that mobster hit
Dome shot to the back of the head
Face first in a pasta dish you make me sick
The fuck did you do to beat me
When you a descendant of Mussolini?
Drugs? You use 'em freely
I highly doubt we can go that route
Every cell I see got brothers doin'
Years for grams of kiwi y'all peep me?
Haile Selassie

I know you prolly ain't catch it
But, I practice ancestor worship
I'm just invokin' the spirit
I'm 'bout to hold up this mirror
I want to see yourself
Through a scientific perspective
Your genetics? Recessive
And that's what lead to the
Depression durin' your early adolescence
You're tellin' Suge
"My depression had to do with my pops"
You slit your wrists and got
Me up here killin' time
I guess we both on suicide watch
What should I do to my op'?
Let the heater fly? Nah
I'd rather slit your wrist
Put another white bitch in the tub
Let him bleed and die
Me and 12 other niggas you battled
Can be the 13 Reasons Why
Aye, my nigga, we can't slice no even pie
You make a hit, run base get home safe
Don't even slide
We hit and miss, that's three strikes
Get life without even cryin'
You don't see this crime?
All these obstacles
You never got accustomed to
The cops accosting you
Constantly, to the point you
Wanna take off the
Black skin like it's a costumed suit
What was so hard for you?
Couldn't meet daddy's expectations
Of graduation from them Harvard schools?
Pops was hard on you
So you went psychotic, turn
To narcotics, sniffin' lines
Pill pop and shoot just to get him off of you
You lost your screws thoughts confused
Ever since daddy left you've been alone
And suicide been in the dome
You do all this bloggin', then wanna
Hide behind madness and use drugs
But when in Rome we can't skip the tone
Yeah you rap black but still act Vic Damone
Mike my words can never hurt you
But, you an addict and you know what
They say about sticks and stones
Let's switch the mold

I'm not even from New York
But, I know the history of the mafia that put
Drugs in the black communities
That fuck nigga's mamas
Up and put nigga's pops in cuffs
Didn't want to sell to your
Own communities so y'all cut
Deals with black drug dealers to
Get the profit's up
I can take you on a crash
Course on how they dump
Drugs in LA and came back
Around with the armor trucks
Put us on smack to kill us
Now you on Smack gettin' killed
Nigga, karma sucks
But, be honest brah, would you swap wit' us?
Would you trade your life Mike and
Give up your white rights?
To be reincarnated as a young
Black durin' the crack
Era of the '80s when the crime spiked
It was beyond trife
They gave us guns and drugs in the dark
But in hindsight what an evil genius
To make us move weight like limestone and
Put us all under that limelight
Now, would you trade your life Mike
To be a young black always under suspiscion
Get arrest cause you fit the description
Three years in prison never given a sentence
Solitary confinement, gettin' beat by the
CO's and the inmates
And all you do is defend it?
Til you finally release cause
They couldn't provide
Evidence or give' em a witness
Are y'all seein' the difference?
Between your suicidal admittance you
Spit in your writtens
And a brother like Kalief
Browder who needed relief
But couldn't get it 'cause the
Tone of his pigment so suicide was committed
I don't condone it, but I get it
Here's a way for you to relate:
Think of a game where the
Whole system is against you
But, you can't remotely control it
You've been chosen for moments
Your childhood trauma you went
Through you want
This culture to notice is bogus
You sold weight on the
Corners, copped some piff

Wasn't "stop and frisk" 'cause a white boy
Like you would never be noticed
You from Long Island
Complainin' cause your pops was controllin'
He was on Riker's Island
Detained him cause a backpack was stolen
I'm just exposin' the motives
White men lack resources so they
Go around stealin' wealth
Genocide, then when all men have died
He turn the gun around and kill himself
How destructive of you
And you wanna bring all of
That into battle rap, how fucked up is you?
Man this culture needs substance
From a brother, like me not substance abuse
I don't fuck wit' you dudes
I got no empathy for white male misery
Somethin' gotta give
Rich whites wanna kill they selves
Poor black just wanna live this shit is sick
If you ask me
Battle rap deserves a better switch
Like you should've died when
You slit your wrists
Young B should've been never hit
You are evidence that white rappers
Are guests in Hip-Hop, never residents
Don't insult my intelligence
Claimin' you culturally relevant cause
Your suicidal embellishment
I've been negligent
But now I'm back to cast
Out demons like the Exorcist
The black man is god Mikey, and as always
The white man remains devilish
This western shit
And this that black African power
And if these was yo' last days Mikey
This was your last hour