king of the dot - aye verb vs b. dot كلمات الأغنية
[round 1: aye verb]
they say they want that old verb back
well california i am back salutations
i stopped eating meat and became vegan and differently started seein’ and speakin’
h-ll even my pen game took a mild mutation
i’m back on that bullsh-t, you know that loud room shake sh-t
facin’ this basic, tasteless rapper who shapeshift
f-ckin’ fraud who facade is an african god in unks and bracelets
you ain’t greatness never, you mason betha, wavin’ feathers in vacation weather
motherf-cker this is style you facin’
every round you say this: “i’m a brother. i’m happy and i’m singin’ and i’m colored.”
f-ck outta here shawn and marlon meet your own new wayan
i respect how y’all get down cali y’all know y’all do fade sh-t
stl ain’t no pound for pound, just pull up pow pa pow pa pow pow while y’all do matrix
pistol whip til i press a dent on the five i now you linkin’
you ain’t ready for this level n-gg-, now it sinks in
when you rap they clap for me they make “ow ooh” faces
this is how you break them, later the towels do wavin’
i’m mad reckless, goin’ by you no jab steppin’
we don’t wanna hear your raps about our ancestors with hand gestures
see you drop jewels but when i drop jewels i hand set ’em
i’m squishin’ your little sand castle
soft -ss n-gg- i’m in yo’ city without no hand metal
not worried like “man eff ’em”
i’m a boss, you point at me i get your hand severed
i’m conscious and rebel
i’ll crush your mount rushmore dreams in my bare hands and then hand you the d-mn pebbles
this stop the violence vs ‘pac defiance
anything you scream at me i’ma go octaves higher
that act you sellin’ dot i’m not a buyer
you cotton soft and i’m with the static like i’m fresh out the dryer
you’re an afrikan bambaataa applicant for being a d-mn bottom
y’all will smoke listen to jam rock and you’ll hand job him
that’s your d-mn problem
you get on stage and try to talk to n-gg-s, but you done less you try to talk to n-gg-
you the type of n-gg- in the hood who gets fronted a brick
get it off come back stuntin’ and sh-t
then try to front on the same n-gg- who front you the brick
i’m washed up but for some reason still am that n-gg-
you ain’t cold, you just an artist in front the bag you little rap snack n-gg-
spit yo’ abstract lyrics
you gon’ lose the f-ckin’ crowd and make me look good on cam’ like a snapchat filter
pacoima piru, what that mean? bloods outside?
weight benches on every yard and clapping doves outside
when i’m from, everybody say “cuz” outside
there’s arms clappin’ like there’s way too many bugs outside
{organik calls time}
[round 1: b. dot]
black african power
aye verb, if these is your last days my n-gg-, this is your last hour
but we gon’ make this sixty minutes last tonight
look i’m here to distinguish the difference between us that’s ’bout as drastic as our beliefs in the afterlife
you seen my last battle, cl-ssic fight
vocal cords sore vs cor’, i wasn’t even half as nice
but i practice voodoo so when i suwoo versus ‘tez it was all blood sacrifice
i ain’t been actin’ right
lately i’ve been feelin’ like ‘pac for real
don’t know whether i wanna talk to brenda or her baby or go crazy
take that queue from bishop in juice and pop the steel
but i’ve learned to have patience with these patients
i’m here to cure the mind of a thought that’s ill
i hit the stage it’s, big chairs
well it’s only right i give him that doctor feel
we got another op’ to k!ll
oh this that n-gg- from up top the hill?
the legend from mount rushmore that b. dot stuck in his place
was questioning my street status
they doubled my price i was duckin’ the flight?
nah that wasn’t the case, the disrespect i wasn’t gon’ take
we could’ve caught the fade or you could’ve got the gun b-tt to the face
and a knife for your homie
and to get to the point i would’ve cut to the chase
now you stuck with the case
after that whole thing with cort’ they sent you here to prosecute my awesome start
well here go another old b-tch mad she never got the juice: marsha clark
it hurt the heart, you had so much drive for the game now we watchin’ you fall apart
your transmissions slip and your tires strip you lost the plug for the spark
still tryin’ to get the car to start, this is the hardest part
watchin’ one of our legends beggin’ to find a new vehicle
battle rap stop believin’ you
half the fans leavin’ you the other half remedial
they fed you raps, how you disrespect smack? bite the hand that was feedin’ you
even disrespect loaded but you wouldn’t have been noticed if it wasn’t somethin’ he seen in you
i’m cleanin’ you n-gg-
you been a mess, wasn’t even on the list when king of the dot hit me
good relationships i invest in bonds, now i’m wondering, “what can my stock get me?”
always searchin’ for facts, layin’ down sticky trap
hopin’ i caught mickey
but you so greedy for the cheese now you gettin’ snacked
seems i know how to draw out a rat better than walt disney
don’t be picky
i know mickey’s a mouse, don’t matter that punch crazy
food for thought, change your school of thought
you keep feedin’ these kids the same sh-t you get your head tapped lunch lady
you’re ’bout to get done shady
they gave him bills the mc coy, that’s the only reason he runnin’ back though
we don’t care if you get mad bro
it ain’t like you some shooter from st. louis for lettin’ they hands go
we seen you in a rage on stage
it threw us for a loop
aye, and that lil’ fiasco?
we ain’t know if you was gon’ kick or push
but scr-p? we know it ain’t gon’ be that, though!
i gotta ask though
are you hittin’ me with the same angle from the last go?
call me a fake lux and say if it wasn’t for him plantin’ the seeds
i never see green or gr-ss grow?
oh, i see the gmo, but i’m far more advanced though
i’m harvesting these raps bro
you can’t just weed through and crop out the n-gg- that modified it like monsanto
i understand though
i’m not telling you to not compare
yeah i may have sampled the style but stop it there i got it clear
he made it a hot round i’m makin’ it a hot career
and that’s what got you here
and they ain’t book us for a long time so f-ck the preview
let’s let that beef brew in 3d too
so it’s (showtime!)
i ride up, by my lonely though
{organik calls time}
[round 2: aye verb]
yo, i f-ckin’ knew it
give him a little light and a little time you gon’ reveal your colors
all this egyptian black power sh-t you be tweetin’ and all this positive sh-t you be speakin’
but you get on stage and your only goal is to k!ll yo’ brother
you told danny he was wrong for havin’ 10 kids, i couldn’t believe him
a man can have as many kids as he want as long as he feed ’em
long as he keep ’em grounded in wisdom, stay away from prison
they in positions to be black doctors and politicians
but you can’t see that with yo’ clouded vision
we don’t even know who you are doc
yo’ raps lead to confusion
let’s see, you was a gangsta vs ‘tez, malcolm x before
you got to pick a side in life’s war, them two people you cannot fuse ’em
it’s all a gimmick, you ain’t enhancin’ us
he’ll stand in front of your own people and slander us
you ain’t helpin’ us grow n-gg- you cancerous
yo’ fans is dumb
he finessin’ y’all and y’all don’t get it
you don’t inspire us you a rioter
he turn down his community while i’m outside shotty c-ck
aye verb owned business
dig it, you righteous f-ckers are licensed suckers
how you gon’ pick me apart and enlighten brother?
you preach change in yo’ life discussions
but what if i like destruction?
what if i like hearin’ drums go off? what if i like percussion?
we don’t wanna hear the sh-t you be talkin’, some of us like the struggle
who gave you the right to judge us?
i’m awoke but not a holy man
couldn’t be a preacher cause i have straps under the podium
eyes in the back of my head; arachnaphobia
everybody wanna be huey newtons and napoleons til there’s a hole in ’em
i make y’all nightmare n-gg-s look nickelodeon
my only sin, this verb i gotta hold him in
cause if i let this version roam again none of y’all have a chance i’ll be the goat again
i’m old but you should never provoke a chosen pen
dot you dope but i’m the opium, don’t pretend
new york rapper, i’m a hustler baby we don’t contend
i come out here for the weed, whatever i cop my plug match it, he throw it in
and it’s the same look on a white girl like the olsen twins
i didn’t go to harvard so all your anthrological-pogical, i don’t know the hard sh-t
but i know what heart is
and i can separate the meth smell from the smokin’ hard scent
and i can tell when there’s real beef on the golden arches
that’s mcdonald’s for you smart kids
yeah i lost in new york like macaulay culkin, didn’t sit down
still won in new york; chris childs
i’ll make you do a drive-by in a dashiki, dot bring the wet round
you weak minded so i can transform ya like chris brown
oh sh-t, i’m on my sh-t now
which style?
this style
pop cristal, celebrate the death of mickey factz pen pal
long nose, which style?
i’m on the west nile, lookin’ for blood like west niles
you can’t never sit me down n-gg- ‘less i step down
[round 2: b. dot]
before i start this second round i gotta put somethin’ down really fast
for any white boys viewin’ this on the tube or any white boys in the room feelin’ big and bad
look don’t let that diz’ sh-t, let that n sh-t slip out yo’ mouth
cause i’ll pull a trigger fast
catchin’ a bullet from a black man will be the only time you’ll get a n-gg- p-ss
let’s h-t the lab
you in here with a black scientist no i insist
i calculate all the data missin’ from the basis
i gather the information to built like a mason
33 degrees i squeeze you’ll get subtracted from the .40 that’s seven; world domination
and based on my calculations, your father was tasteless
your mother was patient being a patient that didn’t deserve it
while daddy played surgeon givin’ her facelifts
and you observed it
that overwhelmin’ pain you tried to sustain but couldn’t find the words to word it
dinner was served quick
they force fed meals that made you ill
you sat still, stuck in the seat and nothin’ was sweet til that male energy got deserted
then you start feelin’ like you wasn’t feelin’ right with the gender type you was birthed with
the picture is perfect
the frame’s ’bout as broad as your shoulders i notice your energy
now you mask it with hyper masculinity
cause you know you act like a female , well i can detail those old vulnerabilities
i know that you feelin’ me, but i’m hopin’ your children see
me and your kids both tryin’ to figure this man’s merit
i mean i see through to you and they see the to wong foo in you
so to the both of us you transparent
i hope the fans hear it
i need to fall in, listen
maybe your whole beef with hollow was cause your father was missin’
couldn’t afford to pay you attention
or take you to the theme park and pay the admission
mama raised you all alone, so in the home all you saw was neck roll swingin’ and switchin’
couldn’t behave in cl-ss chaz always in detention
gettin’ picked on, called “g-y” that’s when the grades started slippin’
that’s when your brain started driftin’
biological change started shiftin’
testosterone started dippin’, estrogen started liftin’
the chemical imbalance in the body you know it f-cks with the vision
and all you see is compet-tion
you wanna be the baddest b-tch in the district
but you trapped in the defense lineman from clemson
that’s when the cat started fishin’, pretendin’ to be somethin’ he isn’t
i mean you picked up rappin’, this tough guy act that’s a disguise to hide his transition
we all trapped by the system
the white man got two ways to attack our existence
criminalize the african mind or they feminize black men until they turn into women
y’all heard the sermon i’m kickin’
i’m just concerned with the wisdom
you concerned with what the sponsors threw ya
i mean what happened? your showtime used to be magic
now you’re just draggin’ your career ervin johnson junior, you should’ve came out the closet sooner
it’s okay to say you g-y if your pops was a moms and your moms was the father to ya
we not judgin’ we just want the queens know aye
don’t let this girl/guy confuse ya, he’s a mind abuser
but i studied the cointelpro so i know that the designs of hoover
here’s how they get ya
they figure they take out the male fixture, that’ll fix ya
mental castration without havin’ to physically nip ya
and you fit the agenda, here go another brother conflicted with gender
traumatized from mama cries when someone saw daddy flippin’ out thinkin’ ninja
then they bend you in splendor
don’t even mention comparisons
i’m from a tank of sharks you got sugar in yours, two different aquariums
{organik calls time}
[round 3: aye verb]
people with low self esteem always tryin’ to judge a motherf-cka
they lay you down and then they pick at your sores
as human beings we all flawed dawg
but you be so focused on everybody else scars, my n-gg-, did you forget about yours?
before we start, this is why i don’t do this no more
peep the visual
these new guys are just replicas
unoriginal, so predictable
y’all been goin’ noodles while dot rhymin’
same angles, he just spicin’ up the bullsh-t n-gg- eat, n-gg- where’s the soul food?
all you did was add onions and bell peppers into top ramen
you think you lyrically super bad? that’s what i’m puzzled wit
boy only the mclovin’s love yo’ sh-t
get off the high horse get out the mothership
besides writin’ rhymes n-gg- i do other sh-t
two high schools i do big brother sh-t for troubled kids
ride around with the rubber grip and never judge a bit
cause the same blood on they hands n-gg- i’m covered wit
get this dr. phil -ss flow the f-ck outta here all this sucka sh-t
before you write rhymes for aye verb, put on oven mits
chicken wings i used to love the sh-t, i ain’t gon’ lie about it
i’m tryin’ to be god body and when you tryin’ to be god body you can’t put dead bodies in a live body
you ain’t conscious boy you toxic, you have to be accepted
if a fan don’t like your message you go and block them
we both been to jail where i was locked in
sensitive n-gg-s like you was wearin’ stockings
holdin’ n-gg-s pockets, gettin’ plugged in they sockets
downplay my legacy, what your stock is?
you sat on the sofa
i opened a door for a whole region, what have you done for this culture?
n-gg- yo’ face ain’t on no posters
n-body knows ya
on god his kids screamin’ my slogan streamin’ my vocals
you ain’t k!ll n-body, after yo’ battles n-gg-s never see vultures
you say the black woman is god that’s what you pullin’ huh?
yet brother polight your mentor
what you provin’ bruh?
he’s a polygamist, to those not awoke, the way he live is tough
he’s poisoning the mind of sisters, teachin’ ’em one black woman just ain’t good enough
it ain’t the whites it’s polight n-gg-, he your oppressor
he enslaves his own reflection
make ’em f-ck on command, feed ’em and dress ’em and lick his sores
if he did it to some white b-tches i would respect it more
or even some hoes from equator
matter of fact, three minute rounds they ain’t book me for a long time
f-ck the preview, let’s let that beef brew, in 3d too
[crowd]
so it’s showtime!
[aye verb]
i was only focused on the money, y’all was thinkin’ too small
like the lakers season all i wanna get to ball
wait the number two pick overall his name was-
dot you trippin’ you got too c-cky
forgot what you did to get here soon as you got me
not me, you p-ssin’ me off
your att-tude crossin’ the line like a n-z-
watch me, gloves slip on, beat you 29 now let it rip on him
then put out the flame of the cig’ on the side of his neck i get my “sss” on
you one dimensional with two stories like a winnebago
i can’t say you jealous of me but i can see a lil’ green a lil’ hint of basil
before i got on stage with you n-gg- i gotta put on plain clothes
you just ran up on a vet’ and got yo’ silly -ss halo’d
case closed
[round 3: b. dot]
verb want his name in the hall of fame, well i’m here to jack it
seems i’m more fit for the coat
you wanna be mentioned with lux but he’s seen as a goat
and even got jay-z to tweet out his quote
but i’m the peasant though
and this the king in the ring tellin’ me to f-ck off
cause big daddy kane brought him out on stage
well, lil’ daddy with the crack ’bout to get him drug off
i’ll cut the plug off
you purchased ‘cane and come back with receipts
and even if you work with ‘cane, you forgot how to cook so how you supposed to make it crack in the streets?
you’re actually weak, but that i knew
mad at the new cl-ss, mike p, ave and crew cause you couldn’t find a new avenue
sayin’ this and that ’bout battle rap
and with b’s and snaps you do will start your own league
you got the prestige and the props to do
i mean no need to cut the pie, rid yourself of sharin’
that should be easy to parrot, you used to a c-ck or two
what’s stoppin’ you? from bein’ a don like john?
you came from the bottom all the way to the top of the pedestal
now he own his own league and when the green leaves fall that’s his lawn, he’s raking up the revenue
that’s what legends do
what mook did in the game was ethical
he paved the way for us to paid with all of these leagues so we can be seen as professionals
that’s what legends do
what ars’ did in the game was exceptional
every battle he gave us 100% to put on events for the culture that was respectable
that’s what legends do
instead you runnin’ around omni directional
lyin’ habitual
takin’ checks with no respect for the culture, that sly individual
you died that night vs k now the guys never mention you
you gave up your heart to son shine like a mayan ritual
i’ve been dyin’ to get at you
thanks to king of the dot for providin’ the service
aye i know a legend from missouri, maybe you heard of him
michael brown they called him big mike, straight outta ferguson
cops sworn to be protectin’ and servin’ him
instead they wanted him dead, neighborhood watch and observin’ him
caught him in the middle of the street, swerved on him
hands up they still murdered him
i listened to all your songs watched all your battles and about mike brown, i ain’t heard one word from him
the nerve of him
on may 20th we was on social media sites promotin’ mike brown’s birthday
we expected you to be doin’ the same cause y’all from the same birthplace
st. louis went through it in the worse way
it was the toughest times
but check his instagram, may 20th he’s sayin’ “happy birthday” to busta rhymes
that’s how you show your mind?
being a male groupie is your whole design?
then we come to find, you paid no respect for the day of mike’s death; august 9
look it up, i ain’t lyin’
he was on there doin’ f-ck sh-t
how ironic, i look your fake -ss up on august 9th you on instagram promoting b-tt lifts
the dumb sh-t, i had enough with
can’t you see what i’m showin’ you?
i mean f-ck the cost if you was really a boss we could’ve battled on your own league
and the proceeds could’ve went to a chosen few
lil’ black babies from the lou’
lookin’ inside from a homeless view
but you ain’t do what you suppose to do
so now we in a league with a card that’s reads: america vs russia
two white countries that don’t give a f-ck about what black people goin’ through
this was overdue
sometimes you gotta look in the mirror and have that one on one
like, “my name chaz duncan
i created aye verb as an alter ego to overcome
the fact i was an only son, raised with feminine ways
no males in the house: i was the only one
i’m not even from st. louis i’m from pine lawn, jsi’s had me foldin’ up
i had to act tough when the homies come
that’s why i rap stuff about holdin’ guns
i ain’t no legend. i just battle for the profits that go in my pockets
i give half -ssed performances but the -ssurance is. i won’t be stuck in the projects
i wanna go back to being chaz. fact is i need to stop with this nonsense
aye verb! that’s the way you talk to yo’ conscience!
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