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Bigg K vs. Cortez
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King of the Dot
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I say yo… (Yo!) I say, first name Cortez, last name Suarez Border-hopping gave him back pains and sore legs I’ll leave you on the floor dead From this Ruger he force-fed He gon’ think sh*t sweet ‘til he chew on a warhead! Then I’m takin’ over Scraping yola wit’ the baking soda I make it lock, then we push it: that’s the baby stroller If I was in Grind Time, this what K would told ya: “You look like Ray Liotta mixed wit’ baby Joker” So play it over, make a plan, try and formulate Or tomahawks in your helmet: Florida State I mean, this ain’t the best match, you can’t coordinate Name a battle rapper I can’t beat that Cor’ done ate Yeah, you more than fake, gassed at a quarter-tank Got your wife’s hair (hare) in my lap like the tortoise race I say, TEC in the yellow jacket - peep how it correlate? d**k-suckers and ass-kissers, Cor’ relate Wordplay…wordplay...wordplay Your wordplay bores the streets For your next birthday, drink a quart of bleach I hope they find your dead body by a Florida beach Somewhere Cor’ll sleep, right under coral reefs Peep, they love my style, they want more of it Betrayal taught me certain snakes is warm-blooded Suplex City, come take a tour of it The wackest in the Rotten Apple - that’s the Cor’ (core) of it Time, let’s go Yo… See, I’m from Brooklyn I’m known for catchin’ wreck, they hate me But all these fans doubted and said I wouldn’t get him stretched The disrespect’s been crazy Ain’t you just lose to Showoff, n***a? Your pen been lazy Rest in peace to Ali, ‘cause that there death was shaky Wait a minute… What you gon’ do, talk about hammers this whole battle, n***a? You ain’t got no steel! This ratchet go off for any little thing, my n***a It ain’t got no chill! I’ll punch a sucker right in the mouth: pacify it And pass the fire Catch him at the light, playin’ wit’ Heat - that’s how we Harold Minors! I mean...this is Brooklyn! I’m real, n***a! This cat’s the livest So the mill’ll (meal) put him to sleep...my n***a, catch the itis! Wait a minute, what they say? “Kenny ladder more (Lattimore) deadly, I extend the machine My guys pull (gospel) wit’ bald heads (BaldHeads) and I’m lettin’ ‘em sing” Y’all gon’ remember me Death to all enemies No more humble Cortez - f**k it, I’ll set it, G f**k you! Suck my d**k! Yeah, I said it, G! Honky blowin’ a sack: who said Kenny G!? Yo! YO! I’m breakin’ in his crib, crackers been talkin’ crazy lately Grab his lady, then smack her wit’ the tre - she hates me I’ll p*ss in your son’s cereal, then smack him - ain’t no safety Think about it Get him hostage Reaganomics when I .80 babies! Yeah, n***a, look me in my face when we talk, n***a Y’all n***as is scared of that Everybody wanna be Blood…’til there’s a trail of that I see the big picture, it’s clear - y’all n***as scared of that Now I’m posted up on his crib, I’m prepared to blast I empty cans right on his lawn: that’s trailer trash! Yeah, n***a… f**k it - switchblade, dismember your squad I keep cuttin’, his flesh weaker than the center of God Keep actin’, he’s slackin’, then I’m blastin’ the steel I got access to all MACs (Macs): I’m a hacker for real n***a, check my past: bad records, mad reckless All y’all chasin’ (Chase in) the bank: that’s debit Grab weapons Add a feature over his face he can’t edit Swipe, ‘til I can’t swipe no more: that’s bad credit! Come on, my n***a Forever cold I stretch your soul- Time Time, man Time, bro They said time- Yo, I’m not tryna hear that sh*t Time, yo That’s the last four, boy Don’t cut me off I’m not cuttin’ you off, they cuttin’ you off! We signed for 90 seconds Let him say it, let him say it He said it! You ain’t c- r- Time, yo, I don’t care about that sh*t I say yo- I say yo… I say yo Listen, listen, bro, listen... Listen here, Julio I don’t care who you know I hope Trump builds that wall and it can keep you out the studio Aight? This ain’t Gangsta’s Paradise, and you ain’t Coolio You not El Chapo, you just El Stupido! Move it, ho! I’m ‘bout all that I rhyme ‘bout I’ll sleep ya, then the sneaker all in this guy mouth You know the number to my bluff? Then call it and find out I’ll tee off on Cort’ (court) ‘til they callin’ a time-out Bounce! I’m unruly Two hands on one Uzi This clip’ll bring the b*t*h out Cort’ (court): Judge Judy You’ve been around since Grind Time and sucked truly Clique-hopper, he rep more teams than Doug Flutie Chump, sue me! I’ll beat it wit’ a court-appointed You woulda took the stand wit’ ya hand, Cort’ll point it Poor taste, turn your b*t*hes to court dates Cryin’ over 1-to-3s...like the b*t*hes that Cort’ dates You cornflake, that’s no sorta malice You lost over 20 battles and couldn’t order talent I mean, you need to disappear like, “Where Cor’ been? Dallas?” I guess after the fifth L, it meant (The Fifth Element) he Corbin Dallas I’ll spot ya block, cop a squat If this jams, I’ll fire on Cort’ (court): “Boom-shak-a-lak’” Somethin’ small up close, that’ll pop ya top The .25 pointed on Cort’ (court) like Rock n’ Jock! Go, boy - time Man, that’s 90 - that’s how you follow rules I wrote this in the trap, mind free of the curses Gemstar and a scale, bedsheets for the curtains Drama out in the west, they say the beef is for certain I only came to Cali to catch Bigg (B.I.G) in the ‘Burban! One Glock, one c*cked, so I hope he front Yeah, I’ll start sh*t for no reason, wit’ the shoulder bump Spanish bodega right in the ‘hood - (*smack*) - n***a, I open fronts! What you talkin’ ‘bout, Norfolk? Them hammers bruisin’ I stay strapped, Virginia TECs, and my camp is shootin’ Wordplay... I’m just schoolin’ you for free - my n***a, listen Don’t you get it? Virginia Tech? Campus shootin’ That’s a killer’s intuition! n***a, listen! I taught you everything you know, K I gave you tips, you obeyed They put duke on Cort’ (court) - makes sense...I used to coach K! OK!? I’m back… Listen! My n***a, don’t cry me a river, don’t cry to your n***as This that Hollohan Cortez Ayo, how the f**k y’all RIDE wit’ this n***a!? Shots to the liver! BANG! Burn like shots of tequila! Ain’t your man die before your PG? I’ll make sure you sleep right by side wit’ ya n***a! It’s ironic, I’m iconic, ‘bout my progress, it’s type brolic And if I’m in a jam, all I keep thinkin’ is, “Slam!” n***a, I like Onyx I might tarnish his life - honest White target Bang! Put this kid in the sky: flight college! Gimme room, or (rumor) sh*t’ll go through him, him, and him - n***a, that’s like gossip I can black around everything here: n***a, I write gothic! Yeah, n***a! It’s so clear, that fo’-fo’ flare Think lipo: I curved him and caught a body outta nowhere Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, the disrespect’s been crazy We could scrap the battle I’ll spit in his face, then gun-butt him ‘til he smack the gravel- All you gotta do… Big guns for a white boy: that’s my cracker barrel! (TIME!) I say yo… Who in here thinks he don’t get the respect he deserve? (I do) Beat it, haul ass Only thing he ever earned was being called trash To take him, I get a flight and I see a small bag I’m sh*ttin’ in first-class, I don’t need a hall pass Gassed, you so forgettable, they won’t remember you If you so f**kin’ nice, why does no one mention you? Y’all say, “All he does is punch”, but that’s prototypical ‘Cause if I’m one-dimensional, you no-dimensional! Right? And you was literally homeless a few years ago That’s somethin’ that nobody in here would know But I know it for a fact wit’ yo’ dirty ass Livin’ in an abandoned house off Myrtle Ave, right? So I guess that couch on your Total Slaughter trip was sweet ‘Cause at least you weren’t trespassin’ every time you went to sleep Dirty-ass mu’f**ka - time Yo… Ayo, I run up on Bigg K like, “Yo, what’s poppin’, my friend?” Headshot - BANG! Sit him Indian-style- nah, nah, not again I’m not gon’ repeat that You can’t blog or defend They said I took that from Suge Yeah, it makes sense…’cause I’m ‘bout to steal off a Shotgun again I need to talk to you 90 seconds, I ain’t get personal, n***a? Well, damn right, this last round, I’ll get personal wit’ ya See, wit’ the pen, he (penny) showed he was nice I bring change in his karma You nickel and dimed in VA I tried takin’ him farther Had (head) to tell (tail) you I put him on...sh*t, I made you a scholar Makes sense (cents), it adds up: Cor’ the (quarter) face that helped make you a dollar And when you went to URL, your career, it had a bright side He wanted to be Black so bad...he wouldn’t tell a white lie Then he switched to KOTD (*clap-clap-clap*) You teamed up wit’ the right guys Organik became your lifeline And yeah, now he’s Top 5, yeah...for the white guys I mean, what, you couldn’t take the heat on SMACK? You didn’t have the right vibes? Oh, it makes sense, he’s cool It’s just his wins low (Justice Winslow), so he had to play wit’ the white side (Whiteside) Yeah, that was crazy, n***a You think you’re the star on your team To me, you gotta prove it D-Wade on Cort’ (court): OK, this some bullsh*t (Bull sh*t)! I mean, what you averagin’? I spit that classic sh*t I spit that suicidal River Phoenix on an acid trip! That 3.5 stuffed in a blunt, full of hash and piff Smoke a roster (Rasta): Bob Marley wit’ some wax to hit! Ya done know, gunsmoke, one blow Only way he wig in the booth is wit’ a Trump vote! f**k the opps! I’m lettin’ one go Sweeney Todd joins the Jihad: n***a, I’m cutthroat Yeah, n***a, so what? You want it? Yeah High shots, five shots Why? I ain’t choke, but why not? This is a body on cam’ - now y’all get it: white cop Please stop I mean, man, just f**k it Your girl’s a sleaze All I did was necked her (nectar): that’s Nantucket Your career’ll plummet It’s like wifey cookin’ - you’ll love it Gut shot, ‘cause the fastest way to his heart is through the stomach (Time!)
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