CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Real Deal vs. Saynt LA (Title Match)
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
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
