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king of the dot - illmac vs. ill will كلمات الأغنية

{during the coin toss a guy from the crowd yells “you guys gotta come hard.”}

[round 1: ill will]
win or lose in these situations, i done heard that any verdict befo’
actin’ like you surprised he said that, you know you heard that befo’
serious note
a. ward told me he was ’bout to beat yo’ -ss in oakland bro
i believe him too
i believe in jesus too
i believe in schemin’ through, creepin’ through
past yo’ bedroom givin’ yo’ mama some s-m-n stew
i’m a demon too
from an egregious crew
seein’ who {points to illmac} never made it
been here since 2007, pockets haha; devastated
prolly cause he always gettin’ jacked up, but will’s (wheels) the one that’s elevated
i’ll make ‘mac book (macbook)
grab his girl, fold her, take her to the archives
i told my shooter, once you see ‘mac memory run out from the eternal hard; drive
this n-gga’s gon’ be like, “will’s a bum clown that’s gonna spit dumb rounds
with gun sounds while i euthenize the lucid guy with stupid rhymes
i see the world through truman’s eyes with juice and -”
shut the f-ck up
your girl say i’m better of these days
my wordplay; sergei how i fed her off (fedorov) these plays
so i’m on the same sh-t
rubber band around the grip, it don’t make prints
long arm, run ‘mac through windows…that don’t make sense
d-mn, i got lost there
how i play it? not at all fair
logic, pro tools, i’m too different, soft where (software)?
n-gga you p-ssy
that’s the reason i’ma try you
i’ll catch ill’ with a hook then cook him, i’m eatin’ in the bayou
who think i won’t smack this n-gga?
let’s make a bet, i don’t condone bs, i take respect
i am legend if my dog (dawg) turnin’ will’ll break his neck
now how i do this? i gotta move it i’m ridin’ foolish
overheatin’, i’m outta coolin’
got leagues trippin’ from elite spittin’ out the deep mitten
five to the side of his dome, the weave itchin’
did he mention, how i renovate, innovate, disapate
got bodies in different states
big spud on the long nose i’ll give ya b-tch a taste
if you don’t want me to give your miss the (mr.) potato, fix ya face
i literally came from jail tombs to compel rooms
i inhale doom
if i got any kind words for ill’, get well soon
cause there’s somethin’ heavy in the truck
i’ll raise it, start wettin’ sh-t up
….he jump, hands shakin’, lookin’ like twork settin’ up a punch
but i’m just here to entertain for two minutes and get big meals, period
it’s been rainy days, but i’m still goin’ to work under the weather, i don’t take this ill’ serious
yak town in this b-tch

[round 1: illmac]
i’ll embar-ss this wack b-tch
the deringer strap spits
that sh-t you wearin’ is wack b-tch
but your style’s just like his shirt, old school, just a bunch of character, that’s it
straight out the gate, the hype for m-ss 5 was real
but i almost didn’t do it cause i ain’t have time to spare…but i have time to k!ll
let’s get it out the way
it’s on fans minds but still who’s catchin’ a body?
ill will?
you d-mn right i’ll ill will
ill’s will
i don’t want none of that
stick to jokes and them reaches cause if we f-ckin’ rap it’s a f-ckin’ wrap
i’m talkin’ quick draw, ladders fall
get ripped off, sample laws
i need to get all of my publishing, this starts wit’ hustlin’; rick ross
catalogue, let the chips fall, pit boss, stack the odds
started a lil’ scr-ppy now i’m the big dog
catch the paws; lift off
astronaught; dip dodge
shadowbox; hip toss
jab and cross, lift a pound, sit him down; criss cross applesause
you can get this work ill
i’ll retire your rap right like will [?], f-ck what you heard will
i’ll play nice, throw a shot in the first, chill
a shot in the second, that don’t work still
it’s straight rights, date night
you goin’ out with a couple in the third will
still, i don’t step in this ring to explain my problems
i got here by sheer will, all we got is a name in common
was movin’ weight out my first place, sick of eggs and ramen
the plug gave me a choice: c0ke or tree
told him i had to weigh my options
i watched him
last few months this emotional dude suffered
bodied by me, p-ss, gotti, pickin’ different opponents would do wonders
but he hand picks squad from the west? and had to go through a cruel summer
i’m cool as a fan blade, cool as a cuc-mber
but keep a cig’ (sig’) just in case, like i only smoke when i do uppers
odin’, c0ke with the blues brothers
big homie told me it’s time so the slogan is bruce buffer
i rap but the vibe is different, was molded by true hustlers
but like p-ssin’ a kite in prison, i took notes from a few others
i’ve known me a few gunners
beam to him like p-ssin’ a light through prisms, it started exposin’ his true colors
like, like, why you always got that s-m-n stew, f-ckin’ somebody’s mother type of energy?
sh-t, preppin’ for this i broke up with my b-tch so he couldn’t even f-ck her hypothetically
see will got big jokes and i love it the angle is lyrical
funny, you talk about people’s relatives, just to use unrelated material
well catch me with his mom, i’ll give her the wheel barrel
he walk in, i lift and give will barrells
but, dig the plot, i show how dated this pilgrim got
land in m-ss and soon as i hit the spot i mark him out like plymouth rock
f-ck the twitter talk
throw a punch it’s gettin’ blocked
dip and dodge against the odds
the one they count out ’til a round house drill a jaw like dillashaw
break bones, cast on him, fishing docks
hold grudges, fingers crossed, burn bridges, swim across
feet cemented; cinderblock
target locked; missile launched
throw a round; disc get tossed
beam him up; l!ck a shot
point it here (pointed ear); mr. spock
let him turn up
outside he was chill, he performs but
’bout time he gets k!lled out right with the sk!ll
funny he’s facin’ death, and i’m the one out writing (outwriting) the will

[round 2: ill will]
my daughter got me this shirt b-tch
a. ward literally told me he was ’bout to beat yo’ -ss in oakland bro
i believe him too
i believe in jesus too
i believe a. ward wanted to do way more than just preach to you
he had reason to
cause you was right, i’m f-ckin’ ya mama
i wanna be in a relationship wit’ her, but she think i’ma hoe
last time i f-cked her the condom broke
i was thinkin’ back on the time i last boned on the table; domino
llama blow
he always gettin’ shaky, i’ve been crazy
only ill white boy i know in trenches? d-ck tracey
sh-t crazy
ayo but peep the play
i take him out his shoes and run his pockets if i see his face
you convey your (conveyor) belt holds steel, well we gon’ see today
arsonal k!lled him
i’ll take him out the bag and put ‘mac in another bin, we goin’ through tsa

- king of the dot

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