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king of the dot - illmaculate vs aye verb كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: illmaculate]
this will be a total slaughter… speaking of that whole mess
you know, em’s reality show, a handful of known vets
round 1: him and big t on a closed set
no crowd, no boo’s, no bias, no sweat
spoiler alert: did he choke? …yes
sh-t, they had to pick a winner based off of who choked… less
you do all this extra sh-t to make lines crazy when they’re not
you’re an actor and that extra sh-t is basically your prop
see, you choked on the show, in front of shady, on the spot
and couldn’t come off the head…
hmpf, ironic i’m the one that’s wavy off the top!
dawg, my style is ungodly
it’s satan’s judgement crossed with the savior’s coming
i go hard in the paint
even the shots that you make are nothin’
lebron when he’s playing dunkin
i’ll put a part in the waves you brushin’
i’ll have the motherf-cking guardian angels duckin’
i’ll rip him apart from the ankles, crush him
roll him up in a paper and have you puff on how you trippin’, like smokey in front of the car when he’s naked, runnin’
“take it easy, holmes…” or get your guardian angels dusted!
talk trash, ask him when he blogged last; bet it’s recent
your fraud -ss should get together with jesse rican
and make a podcast, every weekend
go ahead, find a better scapegoat, i’ma educate folks
for that paper i’ll smash ’til your flesh is made pulp
he keep acting hard-boiled, he can get his egg yoked
we’ll either see him calm it…
or die from a punch; this the heaven’s gate cult
this is hard verse’ ignorant pride
smart intelligent lines verse’ garbage filler that rhymes
verb, if you not as willing to die, it’s harder feeling alive
this pac’s ambition to ride verse’ lost ambition to try
this is why url don’t respect you, you’re too worn out
you used to spit fire… lukewarm now
i brainstorm and huge storm clouds
above your roof pour down
and drown everybody in that two horse town
you ain’t won outside the lou for a while
good luck tryin’ to do more now
for two more rounds i’m diddy’s ten stacks
goodz’ cup and the new york crowd
and off top, you know how i know this guy’s eager
and i’m in his head like a f-cking mind reader?
‘cause now he’s b-tching out over here
talking to malathion, tryin’ to play timekeeper
i’ll put blood all over that nice t-shirt, turn around
and use your f-cking wife beater as my knife cleaner

[round 1: aye verb]
it’s 90 degrees out hurr
still i hopped off the plane rockin’ a coat tho
dolo, bumpin’ dre, ready to put the beats on solo
i ride up, big bird out the stolo; that’s a dodo
rock him and leave mexican spots everywhere; el polio loco last time i was here i was sick, i couldn’t flow, yo
but still i’m the lord of this ring; you get it, frodo?
the fans told lush, “pull strings, bring him back!”
guess i’m a yoyo, but understand
every time i get on stage i can’t give you n-ggas a cold show
i only can play to my opponents
and you can’t do donuts and showboat driving a cobalt
let’s go, you in the underground: back packers, net hackers
i’m from the underworld: strap clappers, pack trappers
you wouldn’t last in url, a room full of serpents
heroin head fans, showing up to the battle
with yellow eyes, on purpose
i’m certain, you n-ggas ain’t squirtin’, you n-ggas surface fourth time i done battled out here
and they don’t even search us
i pat his b-tch on the -ss, she like, “no, verb, i’m with illmaculate. you know you black guys got the fattest d-cks
i let you smash he gon’ be mad as sh-t.”
i told her “shhh! seal it, b-tch, vacuum it!”
then peeled out this d-ck, “vacuum it!”
30 seconds left in this round, guess i’ma rap to him
you nerds be real smart online, f-cking braniacs
y’all meet me, then go retro; that mean i take it back
head shot to go with the line, n-gga; that mean take it back
i go to war with 4-5’s, a 9 and a couple bats
i take everything; cleptomaniac
i shut down y’all city how like bane react
matter of fact, this showtime sh-t y’all waiting to hear
trust me, we got all day for that

[round 2: illmaculate]
the sh-t i pull out is rarely seen; a james bond gadget
i’ll put you on faces of death, a seance happenin’
i paint pictures under pressure, you a crayon snappin’
your name’s not matchin’; why is aye verb always talking?
i thought a verb is based on action
see, you’ll lose, then you’ll try to weasel out it
you’ll blog about how weak the crowd is
how you lost and how they won’t even count it
‘cause your week was crowded
well, you talk about it, be about it
you lost a round, people doubted, but start coughing now
i’ll put you in a coffin now and beat you out it
i’ll grab the hanzo blade, slide it out of it’s sheath
this’ll be ironed out before you pull the iron out with the beam
you’ll get bodied, then dump your body down a ravine
have his jug spraying blood
after i make the cut, like trying out for the team!
dawg, these top slots ain’t given, you gotta earn your keep
funny since hitman you’ve been on a getting-murdered streak
shotty would’ve bodied, against caustic that verse was weak
you was dr. king in a boxing ring
‘cause you opted not to swing and just turned the cheek
i guess losing is the new winning
and choking is the new spitting; just interview him
“if it ain’t smack it don’t count” – that’s your opinion viewin’?
now he’s switching rules and picking/choosing
it’s a bit confusin’, cause y’all don’t judge sh-t
and not a single dude in url admit to losin’
in conclusion: that top tier position you in is just a big illusion!
i still ain’t as impressed how you building a big rep
off of losing a series, them blogs
and how you feel when you get swept
this top tier is reserved for a few k!llers, he’s distressed
‘cause we thought you was a star, but you was never really there; you’re bruce willis in sixth sense
see, we vets out west, y’all are basically beginners
smack birthed the generation of the craziest spitters
but these url cats are too fake to be considered
every battle’s like the first hunger games if you remember
just two p-ssies walking away
both claiming they’re the winners

[round 2: aye verb]
battle contracts vers’ verb used to have perks for signin’
now he’s more concerned about his perfect linin’
than the words he’s rhymin’
he used to be climbin’, now his works declinin’
you were hot, now you’re cold; i reversed your climate
under all that tough sh-t is a person, a hymen
in a little boy contest you’re the first to chime in
so f-ck all that talking and all that lyin’
you come to cali and get schooled; i’m your worst -ssignment
man, shut up, n-gga!
you think people really like that sh-t? boy, you buggin’
there’s one word that describes an mc: substance
you rap “multi’s, personals, jokes,” that’s nothin’
as a kid i went through winter
without a coat that didn’t zip, i rap struggle
i will not be disrespected, no way, i’m from the hood, jack
last round this mexican crossed the line
something your people good at
but f-ck that! two-minute rounds
y’all ain’t book me for a long time; f-ck the preview, let’s let that beef brew, in 3d too, so it’s… (showtime!)
i ride up in a mazda 6 trolling your sh-t
going 20 miles an hour while i’m loading that clip
i see mac and smash the gas until 100 it hit
then downshift and make it rain while i tokyo drift
i put a 40 in his b-tch mouth, yeah, open your sh-t
i ain’t gon shoot her, but down to gut her
like bad bowling and sh-t
whip out that knife and stab the side ’til the side of her hip
lay her flat and stare at mac while i open that b-tch
illmac vers’ aye verb, see what the fuss is about?
y’all say my name, they send that bread
i come put blood in they mouth

[round 3: illmaculate]
keep talking sl1ck with that foul mouth sh-t
thinking i’m a square, that’s a angle i’ma round-out with
i ain’t from a cowtown, i’m making outbound trips
cats think all i got is nerd bars, right? so how ’bout this
this a blitzkrieg weeks prior ’til the cease fire in germany
your pennies for thoughts
to bitcoins and deep cybernet currency
simulation theory, they designed ’em in perfectly
i delete obsolete files, breeze by security
and rewire your circuitry
nano technician, hadron collision
black holes and astral-projection
when i battle i travel demensions
and reality hangs in suspension
go ahead! say illmac’s nerd, that’s word
but did i say “you’ll need a gleaming sword from singapore”
and something about a fight scene in thor?
nooo! that’s verb! saying illmac’s nerd, that’s word
but did i say “i’m a lyrical whirlwind”? nooo! that’s verb!
better bring that hollow and sb standard back, verb
that hitman last verse, yeah, that verb!
not that trash versus dizaster
‘cause that verb is a has-been that crashed burned
facts, verb, you act like that weapon blow
but you can’t let it go… it’s the last word
d-mn, verb, any last words?
with swave you compared battle rap to a school, huh?
i mean, you said “no nerds at the cool table is rule one”
well, i’ll be the nerd who ends up shooting the school up
tooled up, itching to clap
everything from princ-p-l smack to arsonal’s school bus
in the hall strapped, all black
f-ck making a cl-ss, lush gave me a p-ss
one in the mag for every cupcake that you sn-tched
off my lunch plate in the past
tell him he flirting with death, acting overtly aggressive
i’m on my turbo booster wifi chip
searching the web, purchasing weapons
you at the cool table ridiculing, but cool as personal preference; f-ck a person’s acceptance!
how many cool kids will get k!lled in school shootings
before y’all learn to respect us?!
i’m talking battler 2013, that was obvious and clear
but this one they’ll say i slayed him, like buffy
and give me body of the year!

[round 3: aye verb]
i have characteristics of the joker
minus his gruesome features
it’s a difference between when you tryin’ to win a battle
vers’ a n-gga who ain’t tryin’ to beat you
see, i figured this out, when i get booked over here
it’s not for my talent or the bars i spit
i could rap my heart out and not slaughter him
y’all pay me for the argument
pay-per-view, my fans order it
you get the market that you targetin’
you get to stand in front of a street rapper
and prove you just as hard as him
they get to react to every trick in your parlor trick
iii, listen, my n-gga, this ain’t how you started this
i didn’t even take a water sip and it has to hurt
to be a force in my world, n-gga, you gotta be a factor first
and the fact is you’re not a factor, first i built my land
you gotta come to my world and beat me
you wanna break my brand
so they fly me out here, like, “verb, take these bands!”
you gon’ take a fight with illmac, but y’all gon take my hands? man, by this crowd i been called porch monkeys and coons
and y’all expected me to go harder?
it’s cool, y’all can treat me like a n-gga
just remember i’m a n-gga that drink cold water
i’m the overlord, when i get overboard i sn-tch all the swords
sn-tch your body and put you in the open, lord
this ain’t war, this is me and you in a match, that’s simple
shut your tiny -ss up, boy, ain’t no man this little
see, i’m confused, it’s this crown that you jumping off
hollow and conceited both smashed you the same night
you ain’t a rapper, you a jumpoff
aye verb versus illmac, see what the fuss is about?
they say my name, i bring that bread
i come put blood in that mouth

- king of the dot

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