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[Round 1: B. Dot] So you wanted Lux, lil' nigga! Woooow! You was reachin' for God, then they passed you me Blasphemy No Loaded I should've came suited for the kill Nah, to keep it real, all I need is a casual tee for this casualty I've been gunnin' at you, Julian The first couple shots missed, bad accuracy But the third round hit, SMACK outta nowhere, Traffic 3 I'm just glad to be, in ya presence We done heard the tallest tales about the smallest legend Y'all think he a murderer But to me, when a nigga lack conviction [?] a legend You a fraud, I said it Cause real shooters come off the hip quick One motion, the energy is all kinetic In everyone of yo' gun bars you starin' down the pistol And pause for seconds, but what, is the arm electric? Like why you always in shock every time you palm the Wesson? This is God's perception And yo' bars is...random, what an odd selection When a nigga good at shootin' shots, but then got a prob' directin' And y'all waitin' for rounds that he drop in his game to line up that we never saw connectin' Is this all you sketchin'? With an illustration that it all impressive Yeah, you got a pen, so (pencil)? What that mean to a nigga that real draw the weapon? We gon' trace this back to where we first saw progression Back when bein' gangsta wasn't dawg profession Used to stay dancin', and now you got all these guns The K clappin' Well that motion went from one arm to the next And I guess that's how ya wave happen Look I ain't askin' I got ya future in my hands like I'm palm readin' You get to runnin', I get to gunnin', let the long reach him A chrome pop, the dome shot, the robot, y'all like, "What the god meanin'?" That mean I let the fifth fly and catch him mid stride, left his body stiff, but had his arms swingin' This is bar season I've had games versus lames that didn't write well And well I'm here to write wit' a nigga I compare to Aye Smack I'm finna Strike Not like these other niggas, I didn't mean to scare you I'm finna strike, I'm in the URL, bowling for pins (pens) and JC, I won't spare you I got clear view, the way I see murder (C-Murder), it ain't No Limit to me airin' you wit' the strap But I'd rather get your railroaded The agony of ya screams will be music to my ears, and here's the Shocker, you always sound terrible on a track This is facts, and dawg (dog), for all that malpractice another vet' is gettin' killed You said you was the greatest in the world! Now you runnin' out of space your circle gettin' cropped, they done put an alien in the field Yeah, you got drive, but you in a vehicle, you ain't registered to wheel They put a bait car, on ya road to Lux and you ain't even notice you got set up for the steal This the build, I'm a rise and I'm catchin' you while you sinkin' Nigga I'm it, you should've known you gettin' tagged, you catchin' me while I'm peakin', I'm leakin' All the info on why you excel Cause you stole Anubiis whole style, just slowed it down but I must admit you do this well Let the truth prevail And leave it to me to be the nigga that see through the veil I figured you'd disagree, so I brought the hammer For ya teeth so we can argue this tooth and nail Nigga, you can tell, when a nigga whole demeanor foul But he still wanna be seen as pals That's JC, after every verse, it's "Aye, aye, good shit, my nigga." Handshake with a cheesy smile You friendly-ass nigga, don't you see how that comradery don't appease the crowd? BAOW! And before I shoot again, I add an attachment to the end Just like him, I'm extending the arm in between the rounds Can't y'all see he foul? Tryin' to direct the crowd by slowin' down? I know ya style, but colder, pal I pull out and aim, left and right wit' the .40 cal' Had the whole buildin' duckin', up and down, doin' the wave, nigga that's how I control the crowd Can't believe this clown, and all the shit y'all let him get away with Y'all know he don't spray clips, that's why he emphasis every line, every line And y'all pay him for that over compensation Yeah he write it well, but may as well write in braille Peep the explanation He always tryin' to bump it up a notch just so we can feel when you say shit That's basic But the Ike Turner-Annie Mae (anime) shit? Amazin'! But pay attention, listen It's all kinda contradictions of the statement I mean this character you created? Is only based off the pen So (pencil) whatever you draw up is the writtens we engage wit' But without the notebook you get no look Just a bunch of still shots of your colorful imagination That's anime shit (animation) When a nigga picks are (Pixar) only put in motion when we flippin' through the pages I am dangerous! And after this, you won't get booked a lot I'm here to jooks ya spot Where I'm from, they don't criticize the form - blaow! They like, "Blood why you shoot him?" - they criticize why we even took the shot! You get hooked and dropped, and if it ain't a fist fight, then you better shoot first Or they gon' think you Verb, the way you standin' across from a long-ass clip, shit spittin' longer than a Mook third Suwoop's heard, worldwide, I got all the red rags ridin' wit' me So when I talk about P card, it ain't got nothin' to do with a Survivor Series We united clearly Where I'm from, all the Pirus is politickin' with the Locs Cause this is the west and he mid, so y'all should've known it was different smoke I approach, Smack like, "What the fuck you give me Carter for (4)?" I can't believe this shit, I shoot him in the chest, {deep breath} he tryin' to catch his breath {deep breath}, can't breathe and shit Then his knees is bent This ain't gonna to work (Twork) out for you Julian {Twork voice} My grievances! When Wheezy drop, y'all gon' know it was me, Baby: I finally released the fif' (5)! I'm a beast with this And this that black African power And if these is ya last days, Julian, this is yo' last hour [Round 1: JC] Yo! What's poppin', Beloved Dot? This is not no fuckin' lecture, this will not be an opportunity for us to lead us wrong But to each his own All though this would be level playin' field, this is not an opportunity to play in field, I swing for home As far as this...Loaded...rapid-fire style you got Well, it's kind of a weapon, just not for protection What y'all think is more useful in this line of profession? B. Dot with his lessons or a dot on a Wesson? Class in session! You line 'em up, I'll pile 'em up There's too many sides to B. Dot Well whether or not he leave conscious, we gon' see a lot of Blood There's too many sides I embody what actually makes us unique: writin' I mean, me slackin' that never been the truth Whether it's slaving like Levar Burton, or drummin' like Questlove, I represent The Roots And you a victim of it I'm just waitin' on a day he face it He can't replace it I aim and blaze it I would say it would leave him hangin' like Michael Jackson, baby, but that'd be a Blanket statement They brought you here cause you finish, ain't no debatin' We already got Lux, and his pro creation is no replacement Even at soul, that close to basic Y'all know them games y'all can just beat whenever you want to? Exactly, ain't no point in savin' And I'm the reaper My pistol licensed, ain't no need to keep my shit low My camp right in the streets like Skid Row Don't switch flows, play that part for real, guard ya grill Cause that art to kill, follows you when you wake up Esau and Jacob, I'm on his heels Every step you take, you dodgin' slugs You wake up, surrounded by doctor scrubs He repped his set the whole time, but bein' unconscious won't stop the Blood Listen, Beloved Dot, you need some help We already got one Loaded So unless you gon' change yo' name to "Unloaded", you should just be yourself 'Cause before you know it, the hood surrounds You look around, it's a bunch of niggas, pullin' pounds You see a bald head, and I'm not standin' over Verb with the hoodie down Nigga they put a lot in front of me, but it was not for company I won't say the house was on it, but a certain amount was on it, your head exactly Anytime somethin' spill over here they put a Bounty on it I'm just here to re-jog ya steps, see how well you write from the grave Create a new coffin text See we not as dumb I mean I will leave that knowledge stuck on the wall of Kemet Put that bullshit right back where you got it from I get charged up, then it's slow incisions, so specific And you gon' answer to the same charge as ya co-defendants So where ya options go? 'Cause you can die here, it's not a quote I get all you finished, revolver spinnin' 'til my comp is (compass) broke I'm just seein' what you made of, that's why I aim for the heart Been killin' all you so called names and that's my favorite part I'm more complex then them pyramids they studied It's like the whole time they didn't know I was aimed for the stars Bitch, I'm aligned specific, you know it's only one way to the top You can only get there by rhymin' gifted You gotta climb it different, well you tried and missed it And whatever's involved, you were supposed to learn to weather it all, but I climb it (our climate) different And I'm right too Word to Caitlyn Jenner you transparent (trans' parent), I see right through This crap you call "life" is not somethin' you supposed to roll dice to They told you, "[?] kill JC?" He garbage too But that accuracy bothers you 'Cause as soon as you heard Lux on ya side, you duck, 'cause you know that nigga's a target, too It's body bags at every battle Make sure ya homie found one But do not jump in that bitch yet - this is only Round 1 1-0 [Round 2: B. Dot] My nigga, I don't wanna hear no bars, Loaded wit' clone shit You'd be a stupid fuck to try to group me up Besides, you and Beloved can still battle in the future bruh They just sent you back to the past to get blast from Looper Lux You in hot water, and I don't give a fuck who souped you up Whoever got you carried away, gon' have to carry ya weight after I dead you and they suit you up Do you suwoop or what? You put on the flame hoodie, they thought you was the biggest Blood since the time of Suge I'm like, "Wait, this ain't fair, he tell (fairy tale) lies A lil' red don't mean he's from a Riding Hood ." Look in his eyes You could, y'all know Gotti's slogan, we gotta trust that Y'all wanna know why my nigga Geechi's eyes is always squinted? 'Cause when you shoot a nigga close-range, you gotta anticipate the blood splat And you? Lil' nigga never was that So we gon' skip this shit about you bein' undisputed That's the wrong message in the venue I mean you can't be too sharp off the 'gnac (Yak) If got you believin' you a god with all these arms but I guess that's what the Hen' do (Hindu) Let's get into, how you just another battle rap artist that'll take a deposit to fake like the hardest You listen to descriptions of killers and draw, every one of yo' rounds is a facial composite When I break you a part a this (artist) Don't be sad, they gon' ask, "Why B even fuckin' with J?" That's an ugly match to make like The Carters They always say he "Cut from the cloth", 'til he in front of the nigga that's makin' the garments JC, let's be honest Your ego and your insecurities is enormous Like how a nigga used to be a dancer, and want y'all to forget about the past so bad That when he get on the stage and rap he won't even give you performance!? It's alarmin', how you only wanna be seen as a writer Don't want nobody to forget you nicer Yeah, you slowed down the style 'Cause you don't wanna fuck around and bust a dance move if you get too hyper Blood, I get it, it's a marathon That's why you slowin' down the pace But look behind you, need I remind you All these opponents closin' in ya space Do a freestyle rebuttal, act out ya bars, add some more components in this race You can't just keep pullin' out the pen (pin) Sooner or later, it's all gon' blow up in ya face! But before that detonate, I wanna practice what I'm preachin' and demonstrate I wanna take that same pen (pin) grenade bar with a new style To show you how, with cadence and flow it can be done a better way Like, I let the flow switch up for this hoe nigga, that react to his own bars Applauding his own lines and disguise it in showman stuff "I'm the Greatest In The World!" He ad-libbing, so y'all listen and show him love Just check him out, fit it in ya head how I'm addressin' (a dressing) his whole getup You can't just keep pullin' out the pen (pin), but then again That makes sense for a nigga that's used to blowin' his whole shit up! And y'all quote his stuff This lil' nigga don't call shots If he a thug, life is sick, and I thought we got rid of the smallpox He tappin' y'all, wit' elementary shit and I'm really from the School Of Hard Knocks This the drop out Tellin' his mama he in class, just another nigga fakin' it Well this is Sex-Ed and if the Magnum pop, whatever go inside ya fresh egg is takin' life instead of makin' it I'm bankin' it nigga Whatever you tryin' to infer, know I'm liver nigga Yeah you abstract but if I give my boys the queue (Q) they puttin' Tips on this Vibrant nigga Who ridin' witcha? I'mma need to see some Michigan goons, gangstas and goblins nigga If not, then as soon as you blink a nickle squeeze But you prolly think you all three Yeah you know, these (Ds) niggas from the Glove, can get to thinkin' they triple Gs Negro, please! You no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat Compared to Ill, you wack Nigga, that's the Yak This nigga lookin' all kind of rat We see police and don't speak Keep 12 up in the dark like an insomniac You done found ya match And tonight, perhaps we can settle this huge debate I'm not the nigga you can confuse today Like why you take all these battles back-to-back-to-back That's what a lot of these other dudes will say You claim you eat off it, even though the flow dirty, which means you refused a plate When Calicoe was killin' shit, he was gainin' So, explain it: does that mean you losin'? Wait... (weight) Skinny nigga we gon' need an intervention Listen, I'm not tryin' to intrude ya space I just think everybody in the room is fake Like some Kardashians the way we scared to say "Hey, we wanna get you some help. We think you usin' yay' ('Ye)." Have you used today? I'm into savin', so I'm checkin', I don't want you to start to shake on us I mean you gotta take in to account, after I clean you out, you gon' go through withdrawls from all them drug deposits You can bank on this Y'all gotta think on this A fiend is usually insecure, that's why they find comfort in the stone smoke I seen him out in L.A., Traffic 3 with like five or six swole folk Guess you figured when you touched down, you scorin' believability, almost Just when you thought you got your extra point across we just keep movin' that goal post You was around Pirus and some Crips that'll make you change that Tone Loc You ain't know if shit was about to pop Am I lyin'? That's why you brought them Detroit linemen Yeah, like they know shit about the block This gots to stop These stories, that you build upon and that way that it's told to them, far fetched But you the architect, so you build up walls to block the writer inside withholding the concept I mean the dancer, the rapper, the clapper, I'm knowin' they all mesh I get you, it fits you These personalities you switch to, is residential They all livin' inside ya Napoleon Complex! Get a hold of yaself, let the ego go You know what will help him Baow, your soul flyin' outside of ya body You finally gettin' over yourself You know this is felt And this that black African power If these is ya last days, Julian, then this is ya last hour [Round 2: JC] Let's not pretend, that you here for a religious awakenin', not again You solidified yo' slave mentality battlin' Loso, wearin' some of that same shit that they mock us in (moccasin) To be honest, I think you should research and learn a little bit a little bit of your history more 'Cause that shit on your face made you look like the monkey watchin' Simba be born All that shit, just so niggas can jump to the top? They gotta stop it It's not a hit for you, financial or spiritual, you're not a prophet/profit Or a witness, you claim Blood but have zero of it pourin' wit' 'em Then by the third round, you are everything but Muslim and Mormon pitchin' And, to be more specific He doesn't even share our roots, but it's not illegal to get money off imported business or foreign visit So we holdin' it down We knowin' he not from here, so we gon' raise the scope wit' a smile and then we gon' go sightseein' and show him a round No, bitch, the torch is burnin' I told y'all vers' Danny Myers, what to do wit' a body You suppose to earn (urn) it The clip, longer than the wait at the hospital wit' no insurance Nigga don't just reach in those bars Beloved Dot Keep them hands sharp 'Cause that same aim been droppin' you lames where you stand, I call 'em landmarks Let 'em disfigure, these hands sharp as Johnny Depp with the scissors I've got this spot forever You cold (coal), but they tryin' to make a diamond outta you, you under a lot of pressure I mean the proof is in the pudding, right? You believe the shit? Well cause we is yet to see the shit That's why I catch bodies, I'm from the Glove, the Proof is in the fingerprint That's why I make niggas write No more extra antics for the fame it gets him I made the game a victim Like a virus, my click (clique) fire when it change the system Now it feel different This shit worse than a 360 contract That mean you got a upfront deal wit' it Which explains why they keep goin' to them guns They literally lookin' for the meal (mil') ticket So let me get this right, we supposed to believe, it used to be gang gang Thangs changed, so you can unify us half the battle, but the other half supposed to be bet- Bitch stop the switchin' Llama's spittin' at this walkin' contradiction Big guns, Super C on Nintendo, that's actual Contra-diction That line, won't relate to masses That's old school, like segregated classes That's why I only black I still get Tweeted off shit I said in my first year You think I care if I don't react? I know my shit is timeless And every move I made, outside of the playbook, won't none of ya coaches find it But they know I ride, and if I'm there, there's a lot of figures close behind Like everything that Oprah sign The reason they don't like you, these fuckin' contradictions It's just like you, Smack called and said I got B. Dot I almost went on Strike too It's niggas like you, we just get 'em dogged on the spot Then he get hit wit' the .40 too (42) and it's not the Laws Of Maat Nigga the squad for whatever Oh but them Kemetic third rounds against a nigga who know better? He not ready for that part of the lecture, but pardon professor I heard those third rounds be yo' hardest semester Well what about that against a nigga- well nah Mine against yo' third round, we can combine throwin' up Blood and bein' conscious together Bitch, I'm the clip-squeezer! Fuck is a Kemetic Blood to the crypt (Crip) keeper? I polished it, acknowledge it It's gon' take you all the science in Kemet to get you outta this 'Cause once Smack said I had to make time for this and I decided to fit you in this slaughter You went from Los Angeles to lost like Atlantis is 'Cause no matter where he sit, he (city) underwater Round 2! 2-0! [Round 3: B. Dot] Look not upon me because I am black Versus Iron, when you started that, I sorta clapped But then I got reminded, they may be blinded But a nigga like me, can see through them distorted raps You made it a black vs white thing, so of course we was supportin' that But Africa the motherland So how you gon' vacay away and think that's gon' resort to facts This was all an act You prolly felt incredible, for the obvious reachin' And y'all thought he was probably preachin' Yeah that was a song of Solomon, but that was a female talkin' in the scripture, it wasn't even Solomon speakin' Here I go wit' the teachin', about how I think all of these religions is big jokes But when I think about it y'all way (Yahweh), maybe it is divine intervention How that video you made never landed in the hand of Chris Stokes, but we gon' skip though Back to Solomon, I don't think he even existed, let alone was he anointed with pigment I'm 'bout to show y'all the distance Between a nigga that's always pointin' to the pen And somebody that's pinpointin' the difference For instance, I was named a clone And seemingly, I thought I was in that race alone Til JC started conscious rantin', with his third eye, ravin' (raven) Well I see the future in this Game Of Thrones Ask Daylyt, who changed his soul I was the one! Before me it was number twos on any stage he on He was sleepin', barely breathin' Think sleep apnea cause after we wrapped it up, it was oxygen in the mask and he came back strong And that's what made me known Without my nigga 'Lyt that day I would've never got acknowledged Y'all was talkin' 'bout knockin' a niggas brains to the floor 'til I came through truly droppin' knowledge And y'all applaud this novice? Versus Iron y'all said he was as conscious as Dot is Cause he told the white man we the original, do y'all understand how unoriginal that thought is? I mean it's awkward to all of a sudden start rappin' wit' purpose but only scratch at the surface Y'all gotta look at his material The fabric-ated lines, the wool over eyes, it's always a disguise when they wolfing out the Biblical It's principle, and you gotta be from certain schools of thought to understand how Hebrews was taught You thought you was breakin' new ground Well I'm here to shake up the Earth 'bout those lines that you used at fault We Africans, not Hebrews, let's not confuse this part You struck Iron before it was hot And I'ma go into that same book you used to diffuse his spark Let's view this arc, y'all know a nigga know this shit But peep how cold it gets Noah was drunk and he got mad at his son Ham cause he noticed it But focus quick, cause in the Bible, Ham is supposed to represent Africa So Noah cursed him, said, "Your descendants will be slavin'. Your son Canaan and anything comin' after ya." So, add this up, and when you equal the sum, break this down and explain to me So you claim that original Jew shit? So you cool wit', a book that was used when the white man was justifyin' slavery? It amazes me, how I give y'all direction and y'all still let the white man change the route It's like ya battle vs T-Top Even when you try to put on blacks, somewhere we still see white tee hangin' out Jews lied about they whole history Abraham never existed and God didn't choose a few Black people we are west Africans, them stories ain't got nothin' to do witchu But you, do what you usually do So I'm not complainin' anymore About a parasite that need a host to get on track I mean Smack, you just another train that he can board Said he wasn't believable, that's when he found a new Vice and start bangin' to the core Well of course, I'm not surprised Here go another god named JC claimin' that he Lord I mean sure, you gang bang, you from the hood after all Nigga stop, you a good kid, don't poke ya chest out when you never had to brawl And if you did have beef wit' niggas, y'all prolly squared it up to dance it off When I'm from, when niggas show out then we clap applaud No lyin' (Lion) King, we was taught to keep a grip Don't slip in a stampede cause the pride never lands after fall We was dialed in, where lil' niggas like this never had to call That's why I'm mad at y'all Y'all let this good kid Julian rap about gats too long He could've did anything wit' the pen Instead he tryin' to be gangsta to get some respect that he feel like he lack from y'all JC in the desert, gettin' tempted But the guns, drugs, bitches and cash involved You said, "Jesus was black"? Well even though the facts is flawed You should know, when you God, you can't be tempted by shit cause you already have it all This is class for dawg, you can't fuck around like you new to (neuter) this I see who the pupil is Well class is in session, come learn you a lesson, little nigga I'm finna tutor this Let's maneuver this, idea that religion is what makes our survival Cause here we have a Vice Lord sayin' he Hebrew, I can't believe you claimin' the title Gee, these (GD) niggas got me confused cause Hebrews use the Star of David, now this information is vital Cause this same six point star, is also used by the Gangster Disciples Aye, Vice Lord, ain't them your rivals? This is tribal, and you the (Judah) one that think black people cursed cause we broke God's commandments Like, Thou Shall Not Kill Yet in still in all yo' battles you kill, nigga I can't understand this Who plants this, seed that make y'all believe this tree can grow for the greater good Cause you can be killed by a GD, rockin' the same symbol that represents what yo' nation should You can't be Vice Lord and praise the black Christ Lord, there ain't no way you could So here's the detail Next time I see you throw up that V.L I'ma break your wrist and drop you off in the wrong neighborhood You gettin' flamed for good You in here wit' the fire starter The letter "J" don't exist in the Hebrew language So when we take it off ya name it explains how you lyin' Carter You gon' die a martyr You should've never taken me bro And since you Vice Lord, then tell us, have you taken your oath? You see, Hebrews believed that Yahweh the only god in the sky But when you Vice Lord, you gotta take an oath And inside that oath says "God is Allah" So are you Muslim or Hebrew? Which one of them you choose? Maybe you never signed that Vice Lord oath All this talk about a pen that was never really put to use I'm a bit confused All I need is a pro test (protest) for y'all to see this shit Every other bar he callin' the cop or nick something when he squeeze the fifth If I talked about the white man, I really mean the shit He used the race card just to bait y'all, he must see you as fish But if you know about anything that he brews (Hebrews), J, C (see) they don't even believe you (Jew) exist I'm your crucifix And this that black African power And if these is yo' last days Julian, then this was yo' last hour [Round 3: JC] Black power right, Beloved Dot? That's startin' to seem like one of your comfort spots So let's rap 'bout the shit Cause too many niggas ask 'bout the shit A conscious gang banger is a contradiction, we've acknowledged this First two rounds, no black power shit, I'ma kill you, bang bang Third round, "Nigga...y'all gotta snap outta this." The same cat, who will paint his face vs Loso to show where his brain at Will tell his black brother, "We need to unify" before lettin' them thangs clap You wanna know why that Kemet shit not for us? One strange fact There was kings there, we were slaves here Where is it in Kemet that can explain that? Now it's yo' time to be saved Stop paintin' yo' fuckin' face and tellin' other niggas how to behave Stop actin' like you got the third rounds that contain the answers for black problems today Stop goin' home and writin' bullshit songs tryin' to get a response from Kanye And, do you like my fuckin' fit today? I figured you would, it's my way of makin' light of the fraudulent shit you say And it get more and more sick This was sent to me, by a student of Polite's and a classmate of yours, and you won't ignore it Cause you do way too much unity preachin' with these bum ass letters to Kanye in yo' home recordings To have yo' personal classmates hittin' me up cause you won't support him He won't support him, the fuckin' irony And niggas think it's cause of yo' teacher? I say it's cause what he taught you You lost too, you left Christianity to follow more shit you don't belong to And yo' mission, is to guide a bunch of lost niggas...nowhere And that shit can only be done with evil in mind Marco Polo, not the writer, even though he was another thief of his time But I mean the game, where a whole purpose is misleadin' the blind The fact that you claim Blood every other battle, that's only how silly niggas movin' I mean if you not lost, this is like right in the middle of you losin' You niggas run wit' that religion 'til the beast sit him like a Buddhist You pray, to a top dog like the image of Anubis I do this I really don't know what to take from y'all I mean it's more dimensions to you than the pyramids y'all worship From the stones to the ancient walls The problem is the fact that we need to unify comes after the red raggin' Not sayin' it's not a place at all, but it's contradictory Ref, you gotta drop that flag before you make the call The fact that we need to unify, always come after this red rag shit Not sayin' it's not a place at all, but it's hypocrisy Ref, you gotta drop that flag before you make the call But no response necessary, silence is golden That's why I always use it when I let the ratchet off Lay a fag in chalk All y'all gon' hear is a body drop, like when Maggie walk This that same nigga who mirrored the image of Loaded Lux Then thought that it would help him skip the ropes Didn't get that feature he wanted, realized Lux (luck's) not on his side, then that mirror broke This the smoke niggas died from Survivors can lose a lung from it Engaging with the ratchets soon as I touch 'em, it's like we rushin' (Russian) shit The shit meant to get under ya skin, that's why niggas get cut from it They switch up, but I can tell by the cloth you switched too, you not really cut from it You supposed to kill them niggas before you die, you done made my bucket list Jungle shit, grip on me like it's tailored; custom fit Don't mention it, it's not worth the shot And I won't mention y'all criticizin' the form on a perfect shot But it's worth the shot and it's worth the watch I get all the troops then we purge the spot Then we target you, then we circle Dot With all the proof, you a wild liar You want these niggas to say you woke? Were your rounds fire? If we really do need to unify Then what the fuck is all the red raggin' in the rounds prior? Don't even answer that! Let's just say I'm about that kill-a-nigga life too, let's just say we not better You can relieve my efforts Replace yo' third rounds with one of mine BAOW! I like the unconscious B. Dot better That's for tryin' to resist One shot, he gotta have all his vitamins sipped But if I let these two point? Five Word to Smack the first thing gets striked will end quick B. Dot, it is over with Overdose from the dopest pen And y'all know I wrote the shit Cause y'all just witnessed this nigga's eulogy My condolences
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