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urltv - kid chaos vs. b. dot كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: b. dot]
i’m
but to earth i’ve come down for the one_round?
well, that’s all it take to catch a body
they called me
i told beasley, “look, i’m gifted
don’t even tell me who gon’ be present, n_gga…surprise me”
oddly…they gave me the n_gga wit’ all the potential
nah, nah, see
this what happens when they put the sure thing in front of the prob’ly
told him he would take flight and be the bomb…
yeah, n_gga,
try me
we be in your hotеl promptly
under the gun the еxtended stay
we in the lobby
my shooter keep a piece (peace) wit’ the baldhead
we call him gandhi
but he smoke ‘dro, so his eyes low
gotta keep ’em open to catch the drop
ay, where the visine!?
pull up, everything dirty in the whip, but the ride clean
pop out, 4 ‘ks
you gon’ see this sh_t clearer than a widescreen!
consult wit’ the k!llas
meanin’ the murderers advise me
gimme what you got!
’cause if i touch the baby, you all gettin’ shot
this sh_t mo’ ‘contagious’ than the isleys!

how you gon’ catch a n_gga movin’ godspeed?
outta earth is where they find me
i mean, for
show us a different world
grow up, kid! this ain’t the
why he, in front of me?
thought i was gonna be takin’ the bat head off like i’m ozzy
you (jew) fake: ashken_z_
.9s, .22s, .30s, .40s, even rise the shotty
i don’t know what brush i’m tryna paint you with
i’m just drawin’ whatever…like a basquiat piece!
, you got me!
finna hit your noggin
when i rap like this, it’s a problem
i mean, it’s always been in my genes (jeans)
it seems (seams) i’m just in a different pocket
told beas’ we could skip this option
i wanted the crowd! surf! get the mosh pit!
instead, i get this fake_ass arsonal wit’ different content
i never wanted this…:
pick the topic!
this language i’m scriptin’ is more ancient than egyptian coptic
this is business!
and you tryna get back more than what you’ve put in
yeah…and now you get the prophet (profit)!
this is nonsense
i’ll put you_
, this is nonsense!
i’ll put you in a chokehold for tryna skip the process
your n_ggas will have to try and…take you out the loop
like you don’t wanna get the
n_gga, it!
you pop sh_t from that 2_on_2 when y’all did it
yeah, you linked up wit’ arsonal like y’all kindred
you had the pen, he had the performance _ y’all blended
but the bar bended when ars’ mentioned you use too many words
we observed your style get dumbed down for dawg gimmicks
you let arsonal stop you from puttin’ in the pen (pin)
like you was his b_tch in his phone, tryna get all in it
so i’m callin’ it
.45s, .9s _ bow! _ let the ar split him
he fall victim
but he still alive, takin’ in oxygen
(_gasp_) calm wit’ it
bow! n_gga, die!
the pistol tellin’ him to take his last breath
another _rs_nal talkin’ you outta bein’
y’all listen!
steel sharpens steel, but he not iron
man, it’s a stark difference
i write wit’ the might of the hand of god that stopped the crash that twork was in during the car flippin’!
you got a pen, but you gotta evolve wit’ it
or keep losin’ while charles dar_winnin’!
you gotta learn to walk wit’ the giants!
yeah, n_gga, i’m like that!

you gotta learn to walk wit’ the giants!
stop relyin’ on bein’ the biggest lil’ person
you can’t be happy bein’ this tall midget
spark interest
when i write, the crips and b_dawgs feel it
even the ladies love it!
these ill_strations got ’em drawn in it
you claim you a stepper, but never like you
how many losses you got on the app!?
did it double? oh, seven? (007)
i can’t wit’ it!
wit’ it!
step inside the elevator, press the b_tton like juntao
come up to the roof
all for nothin’, get sent down!
you gon’ beat me? wit’ this style!?
n_gga, when!? how!?
that sh_t you write took a long time to get here
yeah, you got a pen…pow! (pen pal)
n_gga …when the fif’ blammin’
broad day
we ain’t gotta wait ’til midnight for you to get madness
i’ll draw it on your neck
you gon’ regret gettin’ this sh_t
this sh_t is tragic!
y’all takin’ that “m and m” (eminem) sh_t a little too far…like nick cannon
get damaged
this that black african power
and if they book us for three rounds, chaos, you gon’ see your final hour, n_gga
whoopty
[round 1: kid chaos]
they said_ yo!
they said, “you got a week prep to write b.’s death!”
i said, “i usually don’t roast women, but i’mma fry this ho”
i mean, i ain’t worried about charlie
she ain’t (sheen) gon’ make it past two and a half min (men) once blood insides get shown
yeah, i bet the white’ll show
’cause they had me doin’ all this travelin’
watchin’ the hours go back as you get to feel
so since i had to travel all these miles and zones
the south ’bout to kick the west’s ass ’cause i’m feelin’ jet_lagged
boy, you already know what time i’m on

well, don’t stop me, blood!
b_tch, you’ll get sliced and toned
how i know?
’cause everybody think they can hang until it’s by a rope
but i know how this go
i take a direct angle (rectangle) on dot like dominoes
but i’m only playin’ that if the fact that all they find is
now yo’ body breakin’ down for every battler you’ve tried to break down and body
ooh, karma’s somethin’ i thought he would notice
’cause bein’ degrading and bringing out skeletons is somethin’ we often see d composin’
but he the dopest?
bro, last time you tried to spar wit’ me, you and sikh lost as teams
i felt like the romans
jesus christ, the god got crucified the last time he stood across from me
they thought anarchy would , like we was failin’!
until we had god down to a t like…”nailed it!”
i got tough skin
but you was draggin’ (dragon) the myth that i wasn’t spittin’ fire
so i scaled it
but
smack, i’m cool wit’ gettin’ checks (chex) for a snack like trail mix!
but i’m usually rockin’ wit’ the flames
brim!? stones!?
but it’s you who i’mma say “to h_ll with!”
you pale b_tch!
bro, even if you is a god, you a demigod, ’cause you half of i
you wanna know why it’s a fact i find?
’cause on the blackopoly record we got on together
my verse was obviously better in half the time
plus, in the 2_on_2, you figured i wrote all of me and arsonal’s raps and rhymes!
so even in a handicap match wit’ a crip, you ain’t have what it take to front on me in the building
and
see, they made me pay dues!
and gave thee great room to say these lame views
same things they’ve used
out_of_date schemes: quaaludes
race_bait king, they knew
makes me take you as a safe drink, 8_proof!
fake weed, k2!

with bullets that just discovered a great thing: breakthrough

you up here tryin’ to convince ‘em that you ain’t me, ain’t you?
plus some just wanna see who the real god runnin’ ‘round
and yeah, you fire underground, but hades ain’t zeus
, askin’ who the god is like, “what came first: the chicken or the egg?”
and that may seem grade_school
but i’mma leave you so riddled you gon’ need a pair of docs (paradox)
boy, don’t make me make you!

like how you say you believe in polygamy and treatin’ women as equals?
ok, which is yo’ pick?
‘cause see, you contradict your consciousness and then your roles switch
but don’t trip
‘cause i done sold everything from steel to pills
see, that’s how you stick to yo’ script
but i to be a deadbeat pops
on my , i won’t
i’ll be splittin’ bro
bro, we all can rap
where the saurus at?
see, all men act (almanac) like they know the directions to be seen across the map
and you seemingly encompass that
but i talked to smack
and said, “bro, i need a battle where i can capitalize after!”
he said, “don’t worry _ we got dot for that.”
but it gotta be a glitch in the matrix_
c’mon, man
y’all can sleep all y’all want
sleep all y’all want
(_chuckles_) i’ve been wildin’
aye, listen…
aye!

but i talked to smack
and said, “i need a battle where i can capitalize after!”
he said, “don’t worry _ we got dot for that.”
but it be a glitch in the matrix if i die crossin’ paths to this copy_cat
so dot,
understand who you fightin’ wit’
oh, you godbody?
well, i’m tryna body god and shoot while you drivin’ in
bah! then rise again
‘cause it was easy to spot you through that glass
so i just decided to provide some tint
now all that’s gon’ be left inside yo’ whip gon’ be pieces of 5 percent!
‘cause i’m a
‘cause i’m a god!
and it’s more than what i do wit’ these bars
even down to the tunes where i’m truly a star
think you’re provin’ me wrong? then go through all my songs
and from there, you’ll be m.i.a…music is art

[outro: smack white]
yo, give it up for kid chaos!
give it up for b. dot!
i think that one, we need three racks!
(we need three racks!)
let me know! let me know!
that was crazy, you know what i’m sayin’?
we gon’ go to the room wit’ jayblac, tsu surf, and charlie clips
let’s get it
i think geechi gotti in there too
let’s get it _ smmmmack

- urltv

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