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king of the dot - j-pro vs. tycoon tax كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: tycoon tax]
listen, jason, it’s time to pay respect
soon as they give me sp_ce to k!ll…i’m gettin’ jason x’d
how you tryna climb to the top, but can’t make a cent?
when i pull out this iron in daylight (daylyt)…it ain’t the main event!
.50_cal’, the last thing he heard was clappin’
i was shootin’ ‘til the .50 broke like curtis jackson
it ain’t i love lucy when you see this dezzi smoke
he the type to say, “two .9s’ll put you on ice like gretzky’s coach!”
then be yellin’, “i been on the west coast for years, but they still don’t respect me, though!”
that’s ‘cause you not made for the big leagues
so i had to give you the semi, pro
i pull out without warning
who said you had to get shot for a reason?
so it ain’t that pg rapper when you see this dot n_gga reachin’
soon as you heard about this match, every night, you was layin’ wit’ ya bible
prayin’ for revival
i’m malcolm x: i win dough (window) stayin’ wit’ the rifle
stop frontin’, lil’ n_gga
pat stay is still your idol
but streamin’ music is the only way that j’ll get the title (tidal)
you little f_ckin’ mexican…
when you were sleepin’ in your taco pjs
the whole strip was doin’ bids: my whole block was ebay
every time they invest in you, king of the dot don’t see pay
you just a mexican that get paid to lose in the ring like nacho libre!
(boy, i am not playin’!)
see, they helped create a monster like igor
so when i show up, i bug out like a screen door
homie, all you do is yell
you think that’s gonna make the west coast want you on they team more?
you ain’t what the west cravin’ (wes craven), so why you always scream for?
this is battle rap
so don’t turn these words into somethin’ else like a anagram
you just a joke on film like candid cam’
if me and this corn beef, a f_ckin’ wig shot’ll have your brains lookin’ like a can of spam
if this b_tch pro test (protest), he’ll die after the mugshot like sandra bland!
f_ck is wrong wit’ this n_gga, man?
west end sh_t

[round 1: j_pro]
yo, you get love from your hometown, but all that co_signin’ is fake
you ride for the 6, fo’_five in your waist
i’ll turn this into quentin miller, and have your ghost ridin’ with drake!
the 6 god, i’m sick, god, on my yolo set
you only live once, you don’t pose no threat
peace to nickolas brigante, the true toronto vet
i’m k!llin’ nicky’s (nicki’s) man on the screen like ovo fest!
you are meek, weak, garbage for real
y’all ain’t seen a tax (attacks) this bad since parliament hill
zehaf_bibeau, i’ll sn_tch your soul, get ya spine ripped
i’ll snap in ontario: it ain’t a fat kid on a vine clip!
ooh, k!ll ‘em!
i k!ll everybody, you get k!lled by everybody
know the difference
how did tax get rum? that’s prohibition
you got k!lled by tax: death row position
still, they gave you cort’ (court), so y’all are co_defendants
see, gully hyped him up
so did ‘ganik and all his people
he was supposed to be the thug from canada wit’ the street flow
but now he’s feelin’ like pete carroll: shoulda handed him off to beast mode

[crowd]
beastmode! beastmode!

[j_pro]
shout out to beastmode, ya know what i mean?
i’m just sayin’

shout out to beastmode!
you ain’t a beast, bro
what y’all been smokin’?
you’d be bottom 5 in cali, a fraud in oakland
but you’re big here, right? vince carter posin’
you ain’t a shooter in toronto _ you just got the same f_cked_up face as demar derozan!
yeah! catch these bars in your acne scars
i don’t play fair
your favorite instagram filters? valencia and mayfair
and i seen yo’ b_tch on instagram chillin’ in the cut
you need to drop her _ that girl’s belly is bigger than her b_tt!
but i get it, you don’t get p_ssy, so you think her ass is insane
how you battle shotgun, then marry a girl that looks exactly the same?
plus, she’s got a 15_year_old son! i gotta point this out!
how you raisin’ a teenager when you’re still a little boy yourself!?
yo, listen to me, do what i did
get out the ‘hood, go to school, buy a pad for your mother
don’t listen to this fake gangsta
your stepdad is a sucka!

[round 2: tycoon tax]
yo, what the f_ck are you talkin’ about?
i’ll kick your ass, you lil’ vato
i don’t give a f_ck, go tell paco
carlos is a known hitter in toronto like delgado
you don’t belong here, you belong in l.a
go sell tacos
this mexican couldn’t escape these bars if he was el chapo!
see, i’m really in the ‘hood, tryna break up pounds
every time i see pro, he flop: that’s lebron tryna take a foul
i don’t give a f_ck
we can clear the place out now
put him to sleep, he gon’ need more than that pyramid scheme to wake up now
wooooow…wooooow…
another big card, and i made it
all you do is spit wack punchlines that are mad outdated
i just copped a brand new ak, and i’ll spray it
y’all seen that new movie? i’ll be in the west rockin’ a chopper like san andreas
here we go, time to leave a worldwide mess again
every battle i’m in, i get called mexican, every four or five sentences
i hate these mothaf_ckas, too!
don’t call me a hypocrite and don’t write messages
i’m donald trump: a tycoon that don’t like mexicans!
my n_gga just caught a body today
you better slide back like the moonwalk
or get shot next tonight (to knight) like 2pac
that’s crazy…
give him three holes and throw him in the gutter like a bowling ball
this n_gga from the west wearin’ a wire: that’s kanye wit’ a broken jaw
you got goons in l.a.? you can know ‘em all
i don’t care what the procedure is…there’ll be no one for pro to call (protocol)
i was on the road, givin’ out work like a business trip
and now i’m home, bringin’ him back pain like he slipped his disk
you got two options: either slit your wrists, or get your face lit up like a christmas gift!
ya done!
that’s bars

[round 2: j_pro]
did y’all peep his rap grid interview?
he was like, “man, i was in new jersey, i was stuck in the ‘hood, a_and people had tattoos. i was f_ckin’ scared.”
for real, he said, “i’m used to goin’ to parties with punch bowls and chex mix.”
you did_ you said that sh_t, right?
i guess it’s not in your dna, partner, like rex b_tch
ain’t you dot mob?
k_shine still order trannies?
drake still treatin’ mook like orphan annie?
huh? drake still treatin’ mook like orphan annie, or nah?
rex gettin’ paid_ no?
rex gettin’ paid to go to war with danny?
he was, right? 12k or some sh_t? (_laughs_)
rex gettin’ paid to go to war with danny?
all my wins are (r) kos: i’ll orton randy!
yo, you seen me at queen elizabeth: i’m a savage early
i’mma have you feelin’ like you’re back in jersey
leave your dog standin’ stiff: that’s taxidermy
i’ll stitch him up
i’ll make it easy (eazy) on the doc, then it’s back to compton
put wings on your body: that’s a aston martin
spirit flyin’ through the sky on a magic carpet
i’m just fightin’ wit’ a ghost like action bronson
you don’t belong on this stage, and that’s a fact!
i’m charged up and i’m goin’ back_to_back
i’m after mr. magic like rap attack
i’m droppin’ tax (tacks) in the ring like cactus jack!
wrestling bars, mothaf_cka! let’s go!

[tycoon tax]
i got real bars

[j_pro]
h_ll nah, it’s that easy
i just roll in wit’ weaponry
you know the conspiracy
i’m an american, i use tax to dominate: this is global supremacy!
america! spain! it’s been pure abomination
ecuadorians have always been victims of world domination!
two latinos in the ring, but we spit different
you are donald trump: this mexican got your wig flippin’!

[round 3: tycoon tax]
see, yo…
i don’t know if you realize this, but you are in the 6 by yourself
i’m with all my n_ggas
who got this dummy all hype?
it’s like a gofundme account: my clique’ll raise money on site
everybody thinkin’ ty’ phony, ‘til i turn into tie domi from the maple leafs
i’m tryna make enough bread to cop a fresh rolls like a bakery
n_gga, no one gives a f_ck about you or your ancient schemes
when the smith come out the closet singin’…it will not be “stay with me”!
you better duck when them cannons flash
keep it low, pro
now they see i’m punchin’ nuts: that’s a low blow
you’re the one i put arms around next (necks) like a chokehold
i’m ‘bout that action on cam’
do you really wanna go, pro?
see, i’m tired
every f_ckin’ battle, i gotta hear this and that
cortez was supposed to buck it (bucket) on my head like a fishing cap
shotgun suge was supposed to pocket_check me _ pssh, picture that
these n_ggas is politicians
they all lyin’ when they say they gon’ get rid of tax
let’s go, c’mon, i’m here, man!
i got a cal’ for what’s at stake if you lookin’ for beef
i’ll leave j cold (cole) wit’ a crooked smile after he get a hook wit’ the beats
i’m a hustler, so i’m a food truck ‘cause i cook in the streets
everything i got i cop wit’ drug money like crooked police!
sheesh!
nowadays, all these n_ggas act so tough
errybody tryna prove they bad
thinkin’ they got the juice…’til they facin’ the punch like the kool_aid man
d_mn…see, yo, when y’all said this n_gga was gon’ beat me, that was a knee_slapper
now this n_gga from los angeles takin’ a l: i’m flippin’ his team backwards
beefin’ wit’ this n_gga from the 6, you’ll be lookin’ like meek after all of the mean laughter
i got so many bars, i swear to god i got rap grid wishin’ they could tweet faster!
you’re done
west end sh_t, ros
dot mob toronto, n_gga

[round 3: j_pro]
yo…(_chuckles_)
why’d i take this battle, man? this sh_t isn’t logical
you had us hangin’ on to the bottom of the flyer like mission: impossible
he did, though, right?
you read the comments on youtube? what’s the deal really?
you got the trailer trashed like a hillbilly
and avo’ works hard on them trailers
give it up for avocado, y’all!
avo’ does all them trailers, and it’s for the culture
but they give you thumbs_down ‘cause you’re a corny poser
let’s get it all on the table: it’s a cornucopia
tax (tacks) is holdin’ up greatness like a jordan poster
a .45 on your back and you’re doa
you ain’t a gangster, carlos, it’ll be ok
kleinfeld to benny blanco, we don’t play
yo, brigante! i’mma do this carlito’s way!
carlito, you ain’t gettin’ on the train tonight
yeah, i overuse similes the way i write
but some of these haters are too afraid to say i’m nice
but you seek validation on social media _ your whole life is based on likes!
yeah, my verse got more likes than a instagram model
i tag all these rappers and i ain’t lookin’ for an instagram follow
‘cause all y’all mu’f_ckas got the same material
i’ll k!ll ‘em in the 6 wit’ one .9: rey mysterio!
take off your f_ckin’ mask, then hit you in your pork belly!
i’m just counselin’ the dot like norm kelly!
west coast

- king of the dot

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