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You two years early
Askin' for my return to me, indeedwas daring
I get you clear 30'd
You simple son, you sweet
No need to be up fearing
I feel disrespected when they say
You anything like me
I mean to me there's no comparing
You got a lotta holes in ya game Sikh
And as this battle progressed
Now that a star's over you
They will become glaring snub airing bang!
Hittin' his guts with somethin' barbaric
Bang! Blood mixed with is substance
Cut his head into his lap
Did his shit like a pumpkin
Swear to God you'd have thrown up seeing Sikh
(sick) to his stomach! This kid is nothin'
And after this? Well they ain't gon' want you
Playin' will haunt you
I done made the grеatest feel awful


Did you overlook me!? WOULD-BE!
PUSSY! ROOKIE!
I'll slap thе training wheels off you!
Off you
It's the wrong move, get back to your post
I'm a god writer, hard-wired
I rap from the mold you beat Magic
Only accomplishment from that is ya quotes
You a COVID baby, Sikh
You benefit off of attacking the old
Rap wit' a GOAT all greatness, jaw break him
White boy, Molotov your whip, the car Cajun
(Caucasian) kick in the door, AR sprayin'
Ya time's up tick-tock (TikTok) , kid
You got a Renegade in
Ya cribwith arms wavin'!
You? Should've no showed
Too late, alright, slide

With a surprisingly low fo' fo' bang!
Unto the heavens you go bro he died young
Caught a 45 in ya 20s: what an old soul
The only news we got from Black
Compass? Should've watched his Tone Bro
Who convinced you? I'm the one
To go all out with
You a warm out, just stretch the arms out
This all about chips
This shit the world to you
You're just a contract I ball out with
This ain't my job Punjabi, it's a hobby
I ain't obligated to call out Sikh (sick)
I want bodies italian god make y'all zombies
100 round drum but five were sent
That's 5%, the God Body mind scrambled
I can end this all with a 9 handled
You try and creep?
You ever play Warzone? The slide cancelled
Surf know that

Hope you prep and do it more than those
Same moves we been peeped
I lined my shots outside the box
The game moves within me switch it up
Just my cadence on this stage do you filthy
Don't try to Surf 'cause you from Jers'
You better Make Sure You Kill Me!
But fuck a rhyme scheme
I scheme on these akhis
Mask off, I know I'mma kill him
So I'm highkey
He had his mask on, still spot him
I'll let five squeeze 9 beamed
He was ID'd by his Pagri
Angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap
It won't cut it cut it!

The white me
I heard you asked Smack and them to get this
They said, "Mike Pulice wants to battle" I
Didn't plan for this intention
See I hate airports
It's always people with badges
Harassing me with questions
This is the first time I get
To takeoff in front of Pulice
(police) and wasn't "randomly selected"
I thought you quit
Shit, we thought you almost died
Your supporters all thought while
You were gone stopped replyin' to your fans
Only logged on Live dyin' in Call Of Duty is
The only time you respond (respawned) online
You too sensitive for this
I'm surprised that you tried after NOME
You in the interview dryin' ya eyes
I'm 'bout to say some mean shit
So just promise this time that
You're not gonna cry
You always have emotional rounds
Jottin' ya lines how you was up, fell down
Then got up to rock bill Collector said
"My girl can't unswallow them guys"
It's ironic that I, had to swallow my pride
Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up!
You got rent to pay
You feel miserable but the utility's due
Ya debt's still buildin' too
After ya last one, ya wanted to chill
Quit then move
But, you back for the same reason
You left Bill's killin' you
Want rhymes? So what's up?
God mode, a bomb blowin' up
Skull in ya stomach combined, body foldin' up
Brain slides, all ya insides showin' up
Got it spillin' like a wise
Decision mind over guts
I ain't no high roller but, I'm roll wit' a
Hollow, I load it, Mike dyin' over them
Or the 9 gon' hit ya, have ya eye swollen up
Hit ya skull like a home wrecker
The side broken up

See them glasses you be havin'? I'll
Stab ya wit' a dagger get ya bifocals cut
If they wide, both are shut
Make you half blind so when
The knife pokin' ya
You'll see things from a different view
This an eye opener i'ma flip on this bitch
Then switch into this
Fuck ya name flips, I'm gettin' Real sick
(Sikh) of this shit
I've been abusing ya type and the
Dudes say the strikes hittin'
You get ruined tonight
I'm used to this fight business
Move through him, I one-two him
I'm bruisin' his eye wit' it
Beat him so black and blue he
Gon' lose all his white privilege
I'm a militant Sikh
Don't ever get it twisted
I've got to stay armed
That's what it says in my religion
We even got weapons in the
Temples that we sit in
So why the fuck would I
Treat ya temple any different?

How's it feel gettin' smoked?!
How's it feel gettin' smoked?!
Mike P: You ain't smoking nothin'
Temple any different
Liftin' the death toll with this meth smoker
Let go a pistola his body gettin' colder
He dead? So what? I killed him with one
And still let the rest smoke him
Now I'm feelin' like Ryda
Givin' Mike my leftovers
I heard the rhymes you use
I'm not amused with ya sonic booms
I'm volatile, better cop a room in a hospital
What Italian mobster movie are
You tryin' to do?
I'mma shoot the vaffanculo, pasta noodle
Gabagool out of you! This ya return?
What kind of return did you have?
Like, what traumatic experience
You went through to deserve all the gas?
They shot Surf in the back!
Twork had a crash!
Left 'cause'cause his girl got a past
After you had a public meltdown then
Quit up out the game
You think we about to believe any of
This tough shit you 'bout to say?
Your first battle you got hit in the mug
And ever since you got snuffed
You've been tryin' to be quit
To get to the punch
You the Battle Rap Karen
With all that attitude it's part of you
You can't ignore it's natural
You think you more adaptable cause you
Grew up in New York, it's laughable
If you were raised two states away
You would've stormed the capitol
You gon' wish this wasn't booked Mike P
Call Of Duty is the only time you
Can kill people that look like me
JERSEY, pussy! The fuck outta here!

They say you rap crazy, Sikh (I do)
Sikh's crazy crazysikh
('Sup Mike?) hey um, I got a question bro
Do you know what an "era" is?
Cause to me, y'all sound like some dipshit's
I mean you dope don't get my judgement of
Your character twisted
Can you manage to listen?
An "era" is a long period of time
With a particular feature or characteristic
So how you claimin' that?
Do not miss this part of the lecture
Oh young man it takes years of hard
Work from every artist to measure
Until you call it an era error
You think that 4 pack of battles you
Got is some illustrious art of endeavors!?
He like, "Man, those times were crazy wasn't
Hard to remember it was fire me, Chaos
Jey fought through the embers
Battle bars we got scarred
Now every artist is treasured"
They like, "Damn
Sikh! What long period of time was this?"
He like, "Coronavirus last March to December"
How you claim you the new era?
Sikh where? Dub that
The current era where we still run the game
That shit ain't done scrap
Me, Twork, Top, Brizz, Chess
Wess, Los', Rum, ave
Geechi Gotti, Saga, B dot, Ward, Drugz, Jakk'
Evolved substance evolved punchin'
From the shit once dubbed SMACK
Then we re-invented the wheel
So the shit won't run flat
You been on a Hollywood set for eight months
Fall the fuck back with Grind Time style
You're a "Been there done that"
I'm the new era i'm the new era!
Try to look at Sikh as he cook
By my third battle
Street Fighter in the history books
The new era shit weird
Pussy you ain't been here
Since Black Star closed we've put in
Real work for six years the new era
You shoulda picked someone else
Why'd you do it dude? You too in tune
My return is your death and you knew it to
You claim my shit
What a Parallel Universe we've
Gotten you into
They compare us, but you could never be me
Cause, I'm more you than YOU!
Fuck that, up that, ya body? I put two into
Bullet treat his vest and his chest
Like real love through and through
Who shot ya? I'm Big T with the boo-blaka
He wanted to dance
I pulled up to the side of the
Whip with the piece and I Mufasa'd
Let a bitch pop, thug flex
Get ya shit rocked snub next
Or butterfly, with slit tops
Wrist chop, than one TEC than dub TECs
Then best believe them that shit's cock
In one sec' it hit tops the shit pop
Sikh (sick) drop dubstep
Get tossed, something without the pen
To beat me, Sikh, you'd be Sikh
Around 6 where we be, Sikh
And we be sick, in the head believe me, Sikh
You bar 'em sloppy, carbon copy
You a CC, Sikh
Rocket launcher or Glock to torture
What need be Sikh?
You want me to heat seek Sikh
Or have the heat seat Sikh?
Hit the room come out boomin' 'cause we G
Sikh i made 'em move without
Moving: I'll Ouija Sikh!
Angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap
It won't cut it cut it!

Better try that was a better try
Round of the year in 2020 claps
That's the props that you given?
Popular consensus, you brought up addiction
More sloppy lines than a doctor's
Signature on a prescription plot twist
You wasn't someone that karma's forgiven
Your confidence slippin'
Horrible with Ryda and Bill, then
Quit, cause you forgot what you spittin'
Nobody was surprised when you did it
Like the cops in the system
We knew when we saw a choke on cam', Pulice
(police) probably will quit it (acquitted)
See you thought
The Universe was Parallel but this
Is a lesson on karma
Cause in this world, everything is connected
Want proof?
While you, thought you were Parallel vs danny
We saw you cross the line thinkin'
He should've T'd off on you
I can't count on my fingers the
Times you had to be fake
In the middle of the ring on SMACK
It's been a slap in the face
You had a little fanbase
We thought you was, "aight"
Until you battled Twork and
Started gettin' handshakes
Playin' a false character to grab the fans
The Hadouken, the Parallel
It all goes hand in hand
See you thought- it's 'bout to get spooky
You thought the universe was parallel but
This is a lesson on karma
Cause in this world everything is connected
Ya stock was jumpin'
30'd Saga, body of the year
Joined the tournament
Then took the worst loss of your career
So when you cried in front of
Uncle Ra the shit was clear
God was tellin' you after NOME you
'bout to drop a couple tiers (tears)
You thought the universe was parallel
But this is a lesson, on karma cause in this
World everything is connected
You exposed a rapper's girl
Then your girl got her disguise blew
Talked about Danny's wife on drugs
Then your wife got drug into
The public eye's view
Looked like a bitch in the ring
Then put a ring on ya bitch
When you sayin' your vows you
In a Parallel Universe staring
At your chick like, "I do"

You died two, times, this that, times two
Pop doin' Hadoukens that wife the side boo
Your battle rap brothers heard she had that
Fire and hid her behind you
She through that fire back to ya kin
(Ken) , which one of y'all is really Ryu?
HUH!? Fuck is he playin' with?! Yo
You ain't built for this no more man
Mike: Hahaha
Sikh: You ain't built for- you think
It's funny you gettin' killed
Mike: No I'm not no I'm
Not fuck are you talkin'
'bout ain't nobody gettin' killed
What you talkin' 'bout?

You ain't built for this no more
You 'bout to have a kid you blessed bro
I don't disrespect those but
I can't help jokes
Ya chick been with so many battle rappers
When your baby gets shown
It's gonna come out the pussy like
"I said yo!" maaaaaan I wiiiiiiill
Toss you somewhere without the pin
I don't swipe debit, fuck a slight edit
You gettin' ya life ended
For the right price, I strike twice
Mike gettin' night nighted
It might heighten your fight or flight senses
Sight setting
I light up the cycle with light effort
Bulldog biting Mike like Tyson
He light headed
I shouldn't shoot ya girl cause life precious
But the fo' fo' still hittin' ya
Bitch like ya wife exes
If that's somethin' you can't let slide
You gotta quit battle rap, just die
I gotta put him out his misery
It's past punchlines
Kevin Hart on stage, I got bring Mike
(mic) down to be a stand up (stand-up) guy
Jersey!

This is all off the help
Of you motivating me to come back
So here's your gunfight, draw off the belt
You gettin' dog-walked as well
You a plastic piece to Smack and Beas'
They crank you up, you do the same movements
Until you fall off the shelf do you know me?
Sikh, don't fuck yo' mind up, boy
Any judgements you have on me
Tonight as a man, end of the line just noise
I mean, with all the new guys
I've showed the ropes to
You think you'd find some ploy?
Like I'm exploiting y'all and
Not sacrificing my name
For hoisting y'all as a prime cut choice
Cause they don't do it, so I gotta do it
So you gon' rhyme what boy?
I said, "You" they asked for, "Nitty"
Literally, ignored my request
They head your way and slide some coins
That should provide some poise
Sikh you have no idea how many
String I pull behind the scenes
So y'all don't wind up (windup) toys
What you gon' say? You on Double Impact?
Dawg, you on there cause you fit
The theme of vets and rookies
You on the Super Fight because of me
I'm not saying you wouldn't be
Booked if it ain't for me
But dawg, you'd be on a Born Legacy
To say you me?
Or taking my spot, is true riddles
You stay right here
Never outside the box cause you brittle
You changed a slight bit, you know
From iBattle to this spot
But dude's Skittles sweet

I mean you switch ya content to talk to dogs
But ya doctor do little (Dr dolittle)
When your pockets hit? They obvious!
I created patterns and set highs
My scheme for Day'? To this day
People in battle rap try
You just flex, simple sets
And as you rap, you stack lines
You got patterns that rhyme
I got patterns that's MINE! A crime
Y'all have missed so many
Gems from past fires
To try to sit here and tell me
I ain't accomplished? Y'all some damn liars
I am everything you ungrateful fucks
Have the chance to admire
I am battle rap, seasoned
And I hold that flavor in like cast irons
Here we go mike: Side note i been cookin'

Side note fuck you narcissistic wannabe fans
In the Caffeine chat hatin' on artists
As hard as you possibly can
Suck my big Italian dick
Guess that Mike P hate come and went
Oh y'all thought you were at the cool table
Dissin' my family? Y'all the lamest shit
Defended my woman's honor once then bounced
Went on vacation bitch
Came back family strong, woman a queen
And I'm the main event! What about you?
I'm left in doubt all that hip hop shit that
You sketch in bouts
Extra clout, "I get my energy from Rakim"
Shut yo' PEASANT MOUTH!
You rap in gym clothes
What? You take pre-workout before battles
And get extra loud?
Ayo, Smack! The first thought I had when
I seen him rap in Under Armor?
"We must protect this house!"
Finally let's go c'mon
Mike: Don't say "finally" I've been cookin'

TEC is out
Poll for your death and I have the final vote
Is this the first time a
Sikh don't Sacrifice a GOAT? Out the coat
Y'all gon' watch this shit clear the room
Get this lover of old school rocked
Cause if P oD, then 'Here Comes The Boom'
So angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap
It won't cut it take it home bruh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike is teaching me some shit right now!
Whoo
You know my favorite Mike moment I ever saw?
Sikh takes a deep breath and exhales

When he did that for 30 seconds more
You ain't 3-0 enough people to be
The guy I'm learnin' from
Sound like I'm quoting' the Bible
I'm only saw him 30 one (Psalm: 31)
You got no level of greatness
You mad regular basic
Tried giving advice when I battled Xcel
I just heard jealousy hatred
Nothing you said resonated
So I knew it wasn't sound advice
Cause, I got feedback from Mike
(mic) but couldn't echo his statements
Advice? You done backed out of battles cause
You was stressed that night
Sayin' you so depressed at life you can't
Pick up a pen then write
All you do is play Xbox Live
You should know how to have your head set
(headset) Mike (mic)

You talk hella white with Caffeine
I mean, saltine, cheddar cracker
Then rap and throw this temper tantrums
Take your insecurities and project
Them back to every
Rapper you get to stand in front of
Should've been next to Redman in How High
You'se a Method actor
When people in the room change, you change
You can't just be yourself
That's why you so good at impressions
They be funny as hell
You think it's good you can change ya voice
But what it reveals is your biggest
Strength is actin' like somebody else
You even change how you pronounce words
To look like you tough
The fans been peeped it
Now you pushing ya luck they watchin'
And it's a body on footage because
When Pulice
(police) given a camera they gotta
Put on a front
In real life, you say "mother fucker"
But when you rappin' you
Flip it to "muhfucka"
Changin' ya patterns of English thinkin'
That makes you fit in
In real life, you walk with ya head down
But at an event
You straighten ya back and chest
And stand at attention
'Cause you ain't practice the craft
You practice the actions, linguistics
The accent, the slang and added it to
Ya language and switched it
Ya whole style's data encrypted
In this battling business you the
Actual image of capitalism
You being a rapper is fiction
You ain't natural wit' it, you actually timid
A passive bitch
Can't even interact wit' ya fans without
Having a sip of a glass
Of liquor cause you think it
Has some personality in it
You act like you privileged
You don't act what you livin'
You speak what you wanna be
30 plus years old in need of maturity
His confidence be like Tekashi and Meek
The only thing in the
Way is Pulice insecurity
(police and security)
Now I gotta school him real quick you said
You said you gonna take away my identity
You don't even know how ignorant you
Sound with that kind of statement
Cause they been televising faces like
You and your white neighbors
When I put "Sikh" in my name
You realize why that's major?
You know what's happening to my
People right now in India?
They passed a law inside the
Nation that made 'em go
To protest where they got
Their human rights violated
But they ain't lose the fight, they had to
Eatin' food at night

Ready to make them kind of changes
Protestors missing
Women assaulted by cops inside of cages
Everywhere we labeled with
That terrorist scare
In battle rap, I don't think anyone care
But, I'm spreading awareness 'cause they shut
The internet down over there
So these eight bars more coverage than
That corrupt government ever would share
"Real Sikh" that representation is
Second to none more valuable than any of
Them impressions you've done
So don't talk to me about identity, bruh
I'm reppin' a whole culture
You trying to get accepted in one!
You up here tryin' to throw a bullet
At the head of a king
There's nothing authentic you bring
When you choked against Bill and
Took a second to think
Lookin' like you was 'bout to cry
That's the only time you've been your
Real self in the ring
I'm on that Jersey shit
That goin' all out shit real Sikh
And I'm the problem that you want rounds wit?
You supposed to put in work
But that's wrong now bitch
'Cause you can't show up to work
When you call out Sikh (sick) jersey