URLtv, Pat Stay , Real Sikh - Pat Stay vs. Real Sikh lyrics

Man, my last stage battle can't
Even explain the feelin'
Just so much love, you know
What I mean? I left
Happiness through the ceilin'
I pull out my phone to make a video about
My life and just how blessed it is
My brother's callin', said
"Mom has cancer got three
Months left to live"
I said, "Wait, how? Since when?"
He said, "I've known for a few days now
She just wanted you to have a
Good battle" I break down
Face drowned in tears I can still
Taste it this day now
I'm losin' my fuckin' moms
Bro! And it's stage 4 it's too late now
That event was early June
She passed late September
It's crazy to think we were both


Battlin' on our last stage together
I held her hand through her last
Breaths I'll carry that pain forever!
So when I get a call and hear, "Real Sikh"
Nah, fuck it! That made this better
Shouts to 6 God
I'ma send him to Sikh's God this
A match made in Heaven! The road is up
I'm Loaded Lux in the bow and tux
Pfft! Blow the dust off my shoulder
Adjust this folded cuffs, cold as fuck
White boy rage I be goin' nuts
Basket case! Put this snake charmer
In the cobra clutch
Listen, bitch! You think Ion't know whassup?
All I'ma say tellin' ya angles to people
Was an awful mistake
You tried to be all friendly wit' me I
Knew in my heart it was fake
Whole time, his hands behind his back
Sharpenin' the shank
He got it twisted! Thought I could
Get charmed by a snake
Now, look at 'im tuh! He's
Rattled, he's startin' to shake
He's nervous

The Game's tattoos: it's hard to erase
He can't cover up them butterflies with
A star in his face look at ya idol!
I used to like you
You were humble honoured and modest
Won a couple lil battles and
Got all Bollywood on us
Sayin', "No respect for the legends!"
Oh, I should Indian burn you right now!
Son of a bitch!
I was the first one biggin' you up
Holdin' you down!
True story: I watched his Danny battle
Wit' a couple my homies around
I'm showin' them, proud like, "Yo
This new guy is one-a the dopest around!"
Danny goes first, chokes I said
"Ope! He fucked up now!
Real Sikh's gonna flip it on 'im!
Buckle up! It's goin' down!
Ooh! oh didn't even mention it wow"
"What, ya boy's an amateur
Or somethin', Pat?" "Man
Just trust me settle down" danny goes again
Chokes again! The whole fuckin' round!
He don't say shit! Embarrassin' me
In fronta my buddies now!
But for some damn reason
I fuckin' believed 'im not all these new era
Dudes can't freestyle well, most of 'em
Long story short: round three
Danny quit's I look at both of them
I said, "Oh, shit! Woo! Any second now
Sikh should start roastin' 'im!"
"He should take this angle, say this to
'im" I mean, in my head
I start coachin' 'im! "Come on!" "What
A guy in a turban can't rap off
The head?" They're crackin' jokes at 'im!
I'm losin' hope in 'im
He still ain't sayin' shit yet
I saw the ghost in 'im and haven't
Looked the same at Sikh since
What happened, bro?
You said you write a verse a day
You should be fast as fuck!
He's just unnatural it's over-rehearsed
Well, I'ma put 'im in the backa one!
Pack 'im up! "No respect for the legends" I
Should smack 'im up!
I could give you a thousand examples of who
He been tryna jack his swagger from
Like Mike P "The white me"
Boy, you got it down pat
You sound just like me
Look at me go wit' that Booker T tone
Always lookin' like he's 'bout to grant you
A wish with this mean pose well, peep game
Genie: I'm the fuckin' cheat code!
You know you 'bout to get bodied, right?
Canadian: I am awfully nice

Taught me right! I hear a lotta Pat in his
Style I'm here for copyright!
Jersey's in over his head
Like a hockey fight!

I wanted to know where you from so
I watched ya battles to see
Where you goin' home to and I
Was confused 'cause accordin' to Smack
You from "Notia Scotia"
The only one from my class on the Drake
Card? I gotta cook you three oh!
And I'm the only rookie he chose?
Yeah! Look at me go! I got a question
How come on King Of The Dot
You are super-bummy but on URL
You wear brand names?
Louis-ed up wit' the black shades
Know who I think of wit' Pat Stay?
'Member that dude in Squid Games
That was flippin' the envelope?
Right? He only suited up for a Smack game!
The fuck? Fuck what you doin' vers' Shine
You heard all the excuses that Pat givin'?
Said he wrote for a small
Room then last minute, the staff switched it
Had to rap outside 'cause-a the pandemic
And Shine's people was hypin'
'im in the back, trippin'
That whole performance was
Global warmin': you said the gas did it
But only talk 'bout the environment changin'
'cause you was trash in it
Mad unprepared, stumblin'
Got off the plane wit' only one
Round he brung wit' 'im
Shoulda learnt from football: tryna
Go for two more, you run a risk
But after he touched down
P-A T only got one to kick!
That's why it's no respect for the
Legends! We fuck wit' 'em
But, if they show up bullshittin'
We done wit' 'em!
Smack, Pat went from bein' a cheat
Code to mashin' buttons and
Mook went from sayin'
"Easy!" to duckin' 'im!
I'm 'bout to flip on this
Bitch and switch into this
Fuck ya name-flips! I'm gettin'
Real sicka this shit!
I got two signature moves I autographed 'em
Brought a classic or a casket
How you wanna rap it?
Wit' all ya jackets and fedora
Hats that'll hardly match it
It's only right I kill 'im
In a awkward fashion!
I toss a jav at his tall
Ass he fallin' flat and

Pat on the floor like Velma
When she lost the glasses i might hit you
Fight witchu strike quick as flight missles
Hands 'round ya neck like I'm
Tryna fix ya mic issues
Ain't jokin' tonight witchu
Knife slit through white tissue
Immigration police: ice-pick you
Anybody coulda got this candle light vigil
But they call Stay on the line like
"Someone'll be right witchu" better be quick
Get 'im dead he be red as a bitch
Ready to flip semi equipped
Steady the grip empty the clip
Hit ya head when I trip
Wit' a calicoe you can't
Keep it professional wit'
No time out, though high style
Rock Balboa'll get knocked out cold
He hop 'round, drop down slow
If he nod out, a Glock round go
Bullet'll hit Pat on the
Shoulder like, "Watch out, bro"
Speak proper or drop in a operatin' room
I got me a chopper that I
Could be shock and waded through
You got the name a dog trainer use
Pat "Stay" I told this bitch
Not to make a move! I'm attackin' you
So kick ya jokes I'll be laughin', too
But after ya last battle
Ya status 'bout to be passin' you
So make funa me for workin' out
Or wearin' a turban it's factual
Just know if you don't raise the bar
Then it's a wrap for you!

"I know this one girl who's cryin' out
For help but her latest caption is
'Leave me alone'" that's a serious line
Kinda reminds me of this dude
Who plays all these different
Races but calls people racist
When the narratives rise
Like, are you really very surprised to be
Characterised when every battle you do
You got some terrorist rhymes?
You'll play an Indian 7
11 clerk, an Arabic guy maybe next week
He's in a fuckin' Cherokee tribe
Then use all their stereotypes
For parody lines
Then have the nerve to be in interviews
Sayin' he wishes
We could just see him for his talent
Not based on his image
His race and religion
Paintin' people as racists and bigots
If they bring it up but if
It plays in his favour, it's different
Like, make a decision! Why are
You so afraid to admit?
You know exactly what you're doin'
Quit playin' the victim
It's like when Pac dissed Biggie's girl
And claimed that he hit it the truth is
You just use your fuckin' faith as a gimmick
"I gotta stay armed! That's what
It says in my religion!"
Fun fact he's reminded us in every
Piece of footage he's been in

And that shit be soundin' hard as fuck
'cause he says it wit' conviction
But when you hear, "Armed" you think of what?
A strap? Nope! To be specific
He means a kirpan
Small dagger cute little case
That they carry in defence if they're being
Forced to do something against their faith
Like cut their hair or remove their turban
Eat meat ah, who gives a shit?
Give a fuck if he's Paki, Iraqi, or Indian
I'll rip off his turban, twist it and turn it
And get fuckin' smacked in the lips with
It after I've pissed on it!
No respect! Rope ya neck like a dookie chain
Bitch-slap you wit' a big ol' juicy steak
Then give you a Boosie fade
Bitch! That's for every time I be tryna
Get home and my Uber's late!
I've leave Sikh so crippled
He'll have beef with the Hoover gang!
Now, I didn't wanna get personal witchu but
You made this a personal issue
And this whole honourable image you try to
Portray? I'ma turn it against you
Now, you may not remember
'cause you were drunk
It might start comin' to you now
But, you were drinkin' wit'
Shine before we battled
And he was runnin' through his rounds
He spilled his whole third round angle to
Someone and it came cyclin' back
I coulda rebuttled his whole shit
But, I like 'im besides, it was wack!
But Shine trusted his triflin' ass!
Hangin' his friends, recitin' their raps!
He was supposed to keep K silent
Shoulda known he'd put a knife in his back!
Look, he mad right now!
So that's how that dagger's used
Don't let 'im hear what you have in the
Bag if he's half in the bag witchu
He mad right now!
Well, look at karma starin' back at you!
Now, it's not just airplane
Passengers that'll be
Scared to share their craft witchu!
He mad right now!
And you deserve this shit, dude!
Usin' your religion as a gimmick was
The first thing I proved
And ain't y'all not supposed to drink?
And you was turnin' up, too?
Fuck! Nick Cannon's more worthy to
Wear a turban than you!
Look, he mad right now!

He's my son I had to discipline 'im!
Little brat!
Take his little kirpan and stick 'im wit' it!
I'm sick and twisted
Drive it in Sikh and twist it
Stab his whole body up
He'll be leakin' every angle like
When Sikh is twisted he mad right now!
Sweatin', head drippin' fast right now
He wants to wring his turban
Out so bad right now!
Try to freestyle shit? Look at that!
Maybe we can try it
Hey, Shine! When Real Sikh
Swore to your face, he was lyin'!

Vers' Suge, you said, "You know how
Hard it is bein' me
The only white guy here? Your opponent says
'Fuck white people!' and the
Whole crowd cheers? You got it easy!" You
The one complainin' 'bout
Ya race! I don't think you very observant
That's like me walkin' in like
"Yo! How come nobody's wearin' a turban?"
Like, you be the one with them white
Boy bars you up here spittin'
"I'm the white boy at the
Cook-out! I'm white but
I'm a good barber!" Shut up wit' it!
The race card's ya fuckin' gimmick!
You brought up how ya skin is
Then ya opponent calls you white and
You all a sudden trippin'?
Special Olympics: he actin' like
His race is a handicap but he look retarded
Runnin' wit' it!
You ain't the only white boy
Anywhere that shit's fake
Look what we have today!
Pat relate to the whole Caffeine
Staff and halfa Drake! I mean
Thinkin' white people might need to fight
For equal rights pfft! Terrible!
Speakin' like he treated unfairly, too!
Do you hear the news?
If you don't share the views of
What some people witcha appearance do
When ya opponent says, "Fuck white
People!" you should be cheerin', too!
Pat Stay! They even call
Him the white versiona
Goodz when we told 'bout his aura
That come from mosta the stories
From his local supporters
When he was known as a snorter
Wit' coke in his corner
That's why they call him white
Goodz from over the border!
See, Pat just a funny
Happy-go-lucky average rapper but
Back in Canada, he had 'im a bad habit, stuck
Passin' bucksa cash for a
Half-a-cut bagga stuff
Packa Xannies, addies, glass, and dust
He's a addict, bruh!
Touched Smack and stopped braggin' 'bout the
Smack he touched fast as fuck
Now, he livestreams on IG wit' a plastic cup
Plastered drunk to mask his past wit' drugs
He leaves y'all crackin' up
'cause that's what

His habit was: crack and up!
From life as a cokehead to an alcoholic
There's no end
This on YouTube! He was on a live
Lookin' so stressed
Sittin' in a bar by hisself
While they was tryna close
The comments was roastin' 'im his
Vibe was a whole mess faded on a stream
Grand Theft Auto: he was wasted on a screen
Just dyin' a slow death!
If ya highs and ya lows met
Ya obsession would never start
Inside pubs and nightclubs
Ya memory gettin' scared
You don't question ya sense at all?
I know addiction ain't easy to block
But he should learn the lesson in every bar!
You even wore shades vers' K-Shine but it
Was night time on the set
That's a sign you gotta watch ya
Shit wit' Shine and reflect
Behind the lens, ya eyes were probably red
He wasn't rhymin' his best
And he looked like he had
Alcohol on his breath if he got in a ride
He would catch a DUI if they checked
Watered down when he was supposed to
Be at ninety per cent
We was tryna see what he on 'cause
He ain't line up his steps
Wit' a light Shine in his
Face like a sobriety test
You even looked at the cam
And pulled down ya pants
Why'd y'all book this undercover?
"I'll walk my white ass
'cross 8 Mile"-lookin' motherfucker!
You shoulda done another move
Why did you try?
But now it makes sense why this
Alcoholic tried to moon Shine

It's been adorable watchin' you new era
Dudes clique up as friends
Against all the vets
You cheer for each other
With so much excitement
But when it's our turn? Crickets it's dead
It honestly feels like one-a
Those movie scenes
Where the losers get the revenge
On the popular high school quarterback
Kid in the end who's always got more love
And attention than them
And that's actually the perfect
Analogy all sour
"Oh, they only get by 'cause of
Their starpower! Where's our flowers?"
See, that's where the bitterness stems
You always ask for advice right? Well
Let me give you a gem
Like the jewellery worn by women in your
Religion: get it into ya head
You see that new Chappelle special? Man
That last segment was deep only had, like
Two jokes within twelve minutes
But still kept us at the edge of our seats
You know what I mean? He coulda
Just punch-punch-punch and got with
The times but that's why there's
A shepherd and sheep
And that's exactly what makes
Him a legend see

We don't follow anyone's league
You wanna know the truth?
You know why y'all the one
Who Smack's been hypin' up?
It's 'cause you're half the price as us
And you'll battle twice a month
Fuckin' bitch! Not even half!
Smack's thinkin', "This a easy investment
But lemme call Pat, though
'cause that's the only way Sikh'll sell
I need me a legend" you're his prodigy now
Huh? We'll see how long that shit lasts
You got a lotta punches but you'll
Never have a stronger impact
That last round fucked him up! I
Was hopin' you'd get mad!
I'll smack the fuckin' dishrag
Offa Sinbad's bitch ass! New era? Bro
You got the oldest style in the league!
With your fast raps and
2003 multi-syllabical schemes
Rapping over his own beatbox passionately!
Aww, man! That's my favourite parta
Ya battle for me! Like, what the fuck do you
Expect our reactions to be? All of a sudden
He starts snappin' tappin' his feet
"What's going on?" Poundin' his chest
Slappin' his knee
"Is he gonna spit over this?
No! Could it actually be?
Oh, my God! A rapper can rap on a beat!"
You're an idiot
"Ayo, my name's Real Sikh and I'm here
To say you're the wackest MC!
I'm flippin' and rippin' and whippin'
I'm givin' 'em lyrical wit' 'em!
Nobody raps faster than me!"
Fuckin' geek! No one cares how
Fast you can rap
He's packin' the kirpan in the
Back of the Ac! And we're the only ones who
Write for ourselves these days
Before his Ave battle
They hit me up on a three-way
Said he didn't know how to start
His first he had two options
Wasn't sure which one to use
I told him the second and advice on
How to perform it which was huge they said
"Ooh! Never thoughta that!" then
He named three
More battlers like, "yeah, they
Picked the second scheme, too"
I thought, "Wow! He got us three and another
Three dudes? How is this equal?
It must be easy to prep that's six people!"
Tyson Fury in his second last
Match for the championship
When they said he had shit
Strapped to his hands
Packed in his bandages his raps
Have been tampered with

But havin' a team must have some advantages
He got somebody writin' for him
His girl tyin' his turban
And this guy packin' his sandwiches
I cause collateral damages
I hope you got ya friends involved!
I'm a legend, dawg! Demigod!
On a whole 'nother echelon!
Invincible! Anything you say to me
I just deflect it off!
I'm too dimensional for Sikh's
Angles like a hexagon!
Bitch! Who are you flexin' on?
The Taliban Hollohan better watch
His damn Macho
Man voice 'fore he gets body-slammed!
Talkin' 'bout I'm an alcoholic it's true
It ain't a easy pill to swallow
But, if he rub me the wrong way
I'ma hit this genie with a bottle!
You said to Ave
"I fucked your mom! I been waitin' to hit!
Put her in the 69
Fuckin' play wit' her clit!"
Bro, you know how fucking funny
You sound sayin' that shit? I swear to God
These new guys be sayin' shit just to rhyme
What kinda grown man still does 69?
C'mon, bro talkin' 'bout me moonin' shit!
You fuckin' bitch!
He texted me right after and
Told me I was thicc! Look at 'im!
Asked for a pic!

He makin' funa me for workin' out
'Cause he not as proud as his body now
He got off his steroids and lost his muscle
He used to walk around Dwayne Johnson-style
Calls himself the Space Rock
The reason the dinosaurs is not around
'Cause someone gave his tall ass da roids
And he couldn't calm it down!
Now, you just tall and the same size in ya Ts
Insecure! When somebody brolic as me asks
"Why'd you get weak?"
He lies through his teeth
Like, "I ain't lose my muscle!
I'm just tryna get lean!"
Shut up! You was askin' me how
To start to gain some weight
'Cause since he got off his cycle
His heart just ain't the same
Feelin' all his major veins
That creep in the gym
Walkin' 'round wit' roids he would
Offer day to day
Soundin' like that puppet in the Saw movie
Just a dummy on a cycle like
"I wanna play a game"
Pat Stay worst gym partner
Never re racks weights
Won't even talk to you when
You hittin' legs but he'll
Blow up ya phone on chest and back day!
Pat Stay! When you talk about his
Past days, he gets angry, usually
Excuse me this angle's new to me
I feel like Dave Chappelle when he
Went as the trans community
'Cause, I'm up here jokin' about the
Man he used to be tyson Fury-lookin' ass!
Ain't no king in this lane
Got a bomb wick lit my tick-tick-tick wave
Prolly had a kickflip limp Bizkit phase
I'm Fif mixed wit' Wayne
On the vintage mixtapes
Said I go to the gym then lift weights
Difference is I kill this big bitch
Grip this switchblade
Make him 5'10" when I split his ribcage
I'm the Devil! Don't send
Someone 6'6" Sikh's way
Vers' Diz, I heard him say
"Don't confuse emotional wit' weak
I'll slit ya throat wit' tears
Rollin' down my cheek" pat is tough-tough
Better keep a pistol if he beefin' witchu
'Cause if the talkin' leads to issues
He's gon' need a tissue? Wait, wait
Wait you cry when you get all violent?
That makes me look at ya
Battle wit' Roc smilin'
When you said he almost fights
Then almost fought like 'im
What was you about to do? Ya tall
Giant Goliath-ass was gon' try it?
Treat 'im like a small fry, clothesline 'im
Get his jaw wired then start cryin'‽
So if he actin' all tough on stage
He ain't 'bout to do nothin' brave
But, if you see a tear fall from his face
Fun away! Bitch, I'm from Jersey! That's a
Habitat you couldn't last through
The people I know wit' tears on
They face got 'em tattooed!
Besides you kickin' jokes and
Rhymin' wit' it
Why ya style's so different?
You try to scheme wit' a
Lotta shit that everybody flippin'
Ain't that 'bout a bitch? Like that
Drake song wit' Ross and French
If we heard Stay schemin'
It'd be a lotta common disses
I'm a different approach!

Delivery, flows mixed wit' the shit
That's hittin' ya soul
Three-zippin' the GOATs
You been here since '06 and it shows
Givin' the old tricks that were dope
Didn't get to decryptin' the code
When he get bowed the minute he give it a go
It don't fit wit' 'im so
If you thinkin' it get physical, don't
He really actin' like if he pop
Sikh'll freeze like a popsicle please,!
Stick wit' the jokes!
I gotta be clear! I'm tryna stop ya career
Break down the status you had
All of these years
You cry before you scrap but
It's the opposite here
'Cause now, if you don't fight
You'll be droppin' a tier!
I'm on that Jersey shit!
That goin'-all-out shit!
Real sick and I'm the problem
That you want round 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! Jersey!