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Real Deal vs. Saynt LA (Title Match)
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King of the Dot
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Hot enough to make gla** melt Surpa**ing masters of the craft So ecstatic how that felt Now I'll be the first ever student to go straight from the white to the black belt In every battle, disregarding what my councilor said Going crazy, cause going broke doesn't amount to respect And I'm paid to rap They sayin', "Saynt takin' the clout to his head." But y'all should know, the Youngboy gon' spell it out with the bread Now the timing is perfect Nobody fightin' they shootin', it's got me nervous These days I keep pumpin' my Weight like Bobby Shmurda I'll drop him then kill shotty, [?] a lil' guy see I shine bright You can fly in the night and you can still spot me You don't f**kin' kill nothin', all your battles debatable, real sloppy Ain't this the BBL Era? When's the last time we seen a real body? I keep a gun connect, he's got 50 straps that I might use And I'ma get a Real Deal on them arms, just like you That's not filler More guns than Chris Dorner the cop killer Two .9's and a .40; Aaron Donald and Von Miller Yeah Saynt's the future I'll make this white man catch every bullet like he relates to Cooper From a gen' three Glock 27, that's my favorite shooter Cause it's compact from an old generation, it's a Baby Boomer And I don't got a lot of jokes when I rap, I got a loud bark So when I writing I cut out comedy like South Park I just be punchin' sh*t, back to back, cause that's my way I've got way too many lines for Deal it's Black Friday So try to punch with me, and you gon' die Like King Vonn I'm in yo' yard with two bulldogs; Bing Bong I'm not teenager Step in the fire I'll cremate ya F**k John Cena n***a this black Smith is my Peacemaker Some people hate gun bars and I think all of them clowns But Saynt is Da Vinci, known for drawing extra arms in the round A magazine hold 40 so I'ma use 40 up 40 Cal' with a d**k hangin' out like Euphoria You'll be livid cause me winnin' is a serious decision Now Real bent outta shape, it's the mirror dimension Now get this, I'm the best in the league, yeah the sh*t switch Now Real bent outta shape cause in this small pond I'm the big fish You know, cause the big fish gets Real (reel) bent outta shape I'll [?] that a slew of people can't Now I'm levitating cause I'm not afraid to do a leap of faith And you a piece of cake The sh*t in yo' writtens don't hit for real N***a's flow is just a gimmick Spittin' multi's doesn't give me chills I'm cold as the Pacific Cause I hone in on your missing skills I'm sick as roaches in the kitchen, ew I'm focused on gettin' mills (meals) I go berserk, put in Kobe work This white b*t*h get clapped for Emmett Till I had to spit a mulit verse (multiverse) just to show 'em that I'm different Real (reel) For the low blows you throw in your rounds don't make you a skilled vet I watched your battles in disgust Thinking slapping is a must or the cal's gonna peel Next, I was drinkin' liquor with my pistol Watchin' yo' battle thinkin', "If he mentions my dead people, he's killed next." Sipping Rum with the Iron, wondering why you ain't get a mil' yet Cause your fifth graders favorite teacher, I be stealin' from them If I catch you at P.E. it's either kill or attempt Dieting selector, my point is to test Real Deal in the gym On God, the coach can't stop my climb to the top He's Adam Sandler cause in the end (Indian) the gym guy gettin' shot This n***a's dead I was so focused on this battle, it got me in trouble at school I got a picture to paint I gave a student a 30% and mom called, trippin', like, "Hey! I never heard about him skippin' a day He participates, how come this isn't an A?" I said, "Ma'am. Respectfully. That's a 30 You should've never said your kid is a saint (Saynt)." Imagine a champ laggin' Tell new fans askin' to bring bands to the bandwagon You should've took a stand Now stand with the Stans in the stand clappin' Fam's cappin', actin' like he wiggin' with the cans like Sam Adams That's somethin' I can't fathom Cause you're a f**kin' coward in the hood like Grand Dragon You are backpacker soft, I will tap tap ya jaw dude I heard yo' mom is a Rhodes (road) scholar so I got a lap dance from mom dukes Oh he came to rap rap, that was too far Now I'm FUBAR, you wanna scrap, scrap? That's on you Well that's that, I'm finna get slap slapped...with a cla** action lawsuit I came here to rumble One punch will turn your frame into rubble You wouldn't swing on a vine if you were Tarzan and Jane was in trouble But you from L.A., home of the Crips and the Bloods Where they be grippin' them snubs John Lennon couldn't 'Imagine' me givin' a f**k Don't act like you tough cause you from Cali, stop it cause you ain't I saw your face off with Dizaster, you let another man palm you in the face You were like, "It was just a Lil' Slap." No, he would've swung Geech' or Aktive would've had it poppin' in that place It ain't just street rappers Saynt (saint) Peter would've stopped it from the gate The facts are, I will stomp a mudhole in stud goals F**k rap bars You think I'ma let this Brittney Griner in the face lookin' hood, lesbian, stand here and act hard? Y'all know them hostage style pics dyke take with pretty girls? That part King Of The Dot gave $50,000 to Tracy Chapman she bought her mom a 'Fast Car' Why the poutie face? Like you came for a plate and there's an hour wait Moody behavior cause the fruits of your labor have turned to sour grapes I catch him in a crowded place or F**k the strip, stakeout his spot, surround his gate Then I peel around and pop the nose like Killer Clowns From Outer Space Get your man put in a box, we on a power play Cause I go, Psycho, with this knife bro without the shower drape You think this perp will (purple) bag me cause they gave you a shot You got some Crown to take Y'all tried to pay a Saynt (Saint) to take me out the game like this was Bounty Gate But you're a motherf**kin' kid Go find a corner, sit in silence Tell your old man to see me with the mitts, if you so into violence No? Well tell him I'll take his young son hostage for that strict defiance He gon' see a clip take junior out the game like Little Giants No Biggie, Trevor get 'Victory' like a Busta hook Vikings game, gotta hand it to the Chef like you was running Cook Ball back Brought the slugger with me, now he f**kin' shook I keep swingin', goin' ape with the Louie like The Jungle Book Y'all told MarvWon, "Helluva run. You killed that sh*t, Keep ya head up." 50K Saynt? Known for his punches and wins off a setup That sh*t was like that Christmas movie with Macaulay Culkin Except y'all switched roles and plots at parts Cause the fact that you let this kid do the battle at Home, Alone Showed y'all was robbin' Marv' I spit bar after bar, you could never be my teacher Cause when it's time to punch I'm in front of my cla**, I'm the line leader So don't touch me while I'm spittin' a bar, I keep still 'Ganik, if he makes contact, shred my contract Cause it's 'bout to be R.I.P. deal Oh God, he touch me that shouldn't make y'all pout Cause the contract says there's no contact so it's only right that I take "R" out I spit rapid fire punches I don't dig into true life I'll let you write painful They say I rap in fast forward, still, I'm not pressed to try angles (triangles) Cause you make up stories like film, that's why you don't feel respected Once you called Chilla a "street rapper", all that I saw was Real (reel) projecting Cause you act like a street teacher, he be feelin' he special You not hard Just cause you teach some lil' kids in the ghetto You say that sh*t, thinkin' off of that sh*t we gon' be inspired This white b*t*h teach in the hood so he feels he's a Freedom Writer But you a hypocrite One bar it's headshot one liners And then he be pandering for sympathy cause one of his students died from gun violence A teacher with guns, that's Trump's future You are super embarra**ing A teacher with guns, they want you in every school in America See, you used to hand craft yo' rounds Now selling yourself is when we got the best Deal Now you write Fast & Furious and every time it seems less and less Real You could be teachin' in yo' raps, man f**k how yo' gun clap On God, he could be makin' a difference but chose the sub' track (subtract) Man the way you teach inspires nobody to start cla**es A.U.G. the Aug meant (augment) for Real like smart cla**es Or a hand on my waist, I'm withdrawing like I need a drug man I put it down, then re-up, this my illegal sub' stance (substance) He can get bodied, now CSI units breakin' out they crime kits Forensics lookin' at Deal close up, tryin' to find prints (fineprint) I stopped fighting, cause now-a-days they shoot, it's too corny I really seen heart (Hart) get people killed; True Story So when it comes to life's threats I will never be ignorant I read Art Of War and The 48 Laws for my benefit That's a couple different books for Power like 50 Cent Now I declare war, and that don't mean that I'm playin' with Deal I don't argue, that's why I gotta stay with the steel The .9 tucked, and the barrel got slide cuts Nina came with some gills She'll take the bait and eat whoever's hangin' with Real (reel) On God Now everybody think that they marketable, it's not for me A shotgun will knockoff yo' shirt, I c*ck the heat And one shot make rappers thinkin' they hot come outta tee (commodity) From a gun so big I gotta hold it like "give me a hug" That's a big chopper like Euphoria the stick gettin' drug Get hit in ya mug from a new chopper, that's sh*t's gorgeous as a b*t*h The barrel's longer than the stock and yo' proportions gonna switch You gettin' f**ked up Deal with the short end of the stick Then you'll get stomped This n***a's brain starts splattering, I'm still at it If I'ma be the next gen' at the game I gotta do Real graphic And if yo' mans wanna gas in this battle then he get stretched I'll put his Apple right in yo' hands, I hate teacher's pets Cause the four of mines are stick up animals; porcupines Once we surround you 360 Deal, what's yours is mine So f**k with me You'll catch a bullet 'til your brain is half dead Cause my n***as shoot for the kill like Cain Velasquez You'll be a life support patient, your fam' gotta try and face it Cause they don't know if they should unplug Real just like The Matrix So if you choke and cut your round half off, that's a great Deal Cause this round you met a verse (metaverse) that's finna help me replace Real And if I lose today then I might stop rappin', this is it for me I gotta black on a teacher, this is Abbot Elementary So the other day I found a box I had crammed in the attic Blew the dust off it Pulled out some sh*t I had jammed when I packed it Just some random a** tablets Battle lines I had planned out for Magic I'm like, "God damn. This is cla**ic." My material be agin' like Angela Ba**et Meanwhile, your last battle, you told Reverse Live "I'ma get ya girl. Take her fingernails and rip 'em off So if I hear one line about Saynt (Saint) Nic, I'm takin' your missus Claus (claws)." That is a** water But did he mention "Christmas"? Nah, so prediction's wrong We want no parts Ozark f**k is you rippin' off? Fingernails? What is that? Generation Z's version of some sh*t from Saw "The hell with just tryin' to kill the broad Imagine a bad nail day when she hits the mall" You're such a diabolical villain dawg She might be so embarra**ed she'd even grow 'em back or even switch salons And wait, "misses claws", what the f**k are women's hands? Kitty paws? You are a Saynt (saint) who has blessed us with some sh*tty bars The champ is here This warrants me to run up in your mama's house in plain view Like, "Who made dude constable?" Well, you want to be a Saint, true? So we felt a meeting with Jesus logical Liquor and Louisville, that's Grey Goose and Babe Ruth We turn this b*t*h Beirut volatile Beirut, yeah, cause I'll cave your b*t*h's skull Now they sifting through bay roots finding brain through follicles I put a lot of muhf**kas in a box Saynt, so I pray you audible Guerilla (gorilla) warfare, talkin' bananas when you sweet as a grapefruit's comical What gun to use? .22's Bullet in his brittle frame, at this stage too it ain't too operable I said, "stage two" "ain't too operable" Cause these little baldheads will turn Saynt's room into St. Jude's Hospital We all shooters, ours starts at a six man deep Post up, like the 90's NBA Big Man League Snub in his mouth, makin' sure this b*t*h can't breathe He gon' bite the nose like a chimpanzee Yeah, you got me twisted homie You checkin' me? Then sign and date it Oh you think you'll jump me like a checker piece? The cryin' shame is bring your crew wit' you, you gon' get your people violated Pu**y, keep it pushin' like you centimeters dilatated Yellow Tape Gang Riding Mike P's coat tails lookin' pea coat chilly Keystone feel me, can I be so gilly? Catch a body off a body that's a 3-0 filthy Mickey, I let it whistle like 'Steamboat Willy' Let him paint the picture, he gon' lie on the canvas Let me paint the picture he gon' lie on the canvas You saw the small bag I got, you was surprised I was anxious I told him, "I'll drag you for Peanuts like Linus blanket" I hate this new era I'm from where you ain't even get stay and travel Pay? Sh*t tournaments became a major ha**le Imagine you had to do what we had to do to build your name in battles They would never make it now-a-days like Blazing Saddles C'mon man, you tryin' to live off some 'Pac lyrics he spit in '94 Thug Life? Oh you really down for livin' by the sword? 'Til we test fate with chest plates and you got a blade that sticks inside of yours And I flick the handle until it goes "BOOONG" like an Olympic diving board And then I mush your face for leverage and I pull that b*t*h out 6'3"? Not even a buck 50? {blows on razors} He is now! Write like that Moms used to say I need to learn to shut up, but that sh*t's my best feature I get kicked outta cla** for talkin' back and she would trip the next evening But that's how I got here, online groups helped me get vets ethered I came up off of TalkBack, now I'm gettin' paid to disrespect teachers I made posts on Facebook, then I got just what I asked for I was at the bottom but I shot to the top because of the platform Now everything that I say, I say it well I'm the GOAT for real like Dave Chappelle I'm finna make y'all see the joke in Real {stumbled} Cause you spit angles, now guns resonate better with him And he loves SmackDown and he's never gonna let us forget Your styles Raw and it's not because you're better with flips It's cause it's exciting, but it's fake And being boring is something Real wrestling with Cause yo' Twitter clips get no views The Chef don't cook up This might rock yo' world but you're somebody that Don't Look Up Yo' IG got 12K, 40 likes in 40 days is amazing Your Twitter is a ghost town and you should know yo' page needs a face lift My generation ain't gettin' married, we just go get paper and save it But you look like the millennial cause you got the lowest rates of engagement While King Of The Dot carries you Without them the card that dude rock'll be wack URL don't f**k witchu, cause they don't respect that dude hoppin' leagues fast Avo', 'Ganik, Lush and Gully should get all the respect for dude spottin' these, facts Cause if not for you four he'll a (Euphoria) rule tryin' to leave SMACK Now I'm bringin' this league back Cause under you it's fallin' faster and faster So as the champ, I'll take battles that'll actually matter Plus my bars ain't played out, that's why you never could slay me I'm the right man for the job cause my reference is crazy And you not as creative, machete chop you I am not with the games I'll bring out your creative when I expose the right side of your brain On God, this n***a Real- my rap talent ain't somethin' that you got Deal Cause Saynt spit like St. Nick, the one with the gift is not Real And you'll get jumped The staff tryin' to protect him but y'all can't They tryin' to get four people off of Deal like Shark Tank Or we can take it to the guns, I'll get you straight blasted I'll give my team extra money to hit you, in true Saynt fashion Oh God, they on yo' a**, you better hide while you can Cause I gave them bread to clap you, I'm Kevin Samuels I done turned you into a high valued man Oh God Or I can do it myself, I think the pistol with the stick go better You gettin' popped at pronto from a Glock that's auto, GTA I got a switch on Trevor Or a shotgun, you'll lose a limb you disrespect our squad Ain't you for Pittsburgh? That's the city that you rep all hard? Well you'll really be pushin' P cause this gun'll knock a leg off R Now he's standin' on one leg I made him feel true pain On God, he tried to rush into (Russia) war, and now you crane (Ukraine) I'm fire in every win, leaving Earth is what they expect of me You teach fifth graders but that last line was elementary And I don't care if you with ya family, I'm waving the stick regardless I'll have your babies pushin' daisies, literally make your kin da garden (kindergarten) {Organik calls time} A young lady made a Facebook post that said, "Would you settle out of court for $2,000,000 if you were a rape victim?" Jennifer says "no" Tiffany says "Yeah. Cause the system just blames women." Heated debate Females beefin' and straight trippin' Then 73 comments in, SayntLA says, "I'ma go ahead and get paid pimpin'." Back up a minute, wait Did someone hack your sh*t that day? Did you just insert yourself as the victim in imaginary rape? Did you picture yourself in a gown getting your mouth swabbed, abandoned and ashamed Did you think because you're Saynt (saint) That's just part of being Catholic? Cause it ain't Jokes, right? Like you and your playful jabs You be basin' on a kid who's late to cla** But what you don't know is who I was before because you're afraid to ask Clueless as Stacey Dash How the hell I made some cash Horror stories, you ain't know? You could take a stab without a Jason mask Devil in my ear, I saw God win (Godwin) without a Brady pa** I did dirt and grew from it like a blade of gra** 12 sirens, we would scatter like roaches when the would raid the stash I'd be servin', gettin' grabbed by pigs like a waitress a** That's real sh*t Just like your wifey's lowkey obsessed Get a handle on your chicken It's not battle rap, she's not a fan, that broad is into me I met the b*t*h once and got the panties off her instantly She put her mouth on the package like an Amazon delivery Either we see action or he's cappin' I rock skinny muhf**kas like y'all do with jean fashion Keepin' yappin', heat cappin' Hoosiers movie, your team is on the floor, you remember that scene happenin'? Cause I will sit you down quicker than Gene Hackman with a team captain I brought the blade in this crazy town, I get the b***erfly and stab him Or keep it a buck tho (doe) and let a hunting rifle clap him Or pull the pistol, take the clip out and chug a pint of Captain And hit him with the but(t) like I'm tryin' to justify my actions Y'all want angles though, right? Every time you battle someone with a difference in skin They're "culture vultures" and that narrative is simple to spin But Lush got you looks and put you in the position you're in Avocado shot vids when you didn't have a nickel to spend Mike P and Ward gave bars to you when pressure hit and sh*t was intense 'Ganik got you 50K, that look from Twitch was immense And every rapper had to come to your hometown, how's this sh*t makin' sense? Capacity at the venue was 30, 26 were your friends Even your host is in the crew, I don't ever wanna hear you talk about privilege again! Don't you f**kin' rap 'bout how white people can be evil they control every level And call yourself "Saynt" (saint) and sell your soul to the devil You think I give a f**k if I make my way into the cookout? I won't get defensive This toothpick ain't no OG anyway, although he pretends it I told him, "If it's on the table, Saynt dies cause you know I'm relentless." Wait, "weigh in", "toothpick was the OG at the cookout" and who was on the table? Saint dies Don't Be A Menace I told him you can book whoever cause I swear I'm that dude Find another Cinderella let 'em wear the gla** shoes I'll even put the t**le up, I'm prepared for that too Any takers? I'm on your neck like a Sarah tattoo
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