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[Round 1: Bigg K] They said, "You battling T-Top...on SMACK...in a small room... You know they ain't gon' treat you fair I said, "It can't be that much of a small room...he in there" I'm 'bout to breeze through, with ease, too You 'bout to beat who? Where? It's obvious you well-rounded, I can see you square But they say, "Be prepared K, you bout to meet the Bear." T'll (tea) get thrown like a drink in the Queen of England chair Three from the chrome Squeezin', leakin', while he wheeze for air This chop' got a fan and a stand (Stan) that don't bleach his hair Be aware The goons play on the block where you stay They'll both slide up, soon as you pop in 2K Spray up your place Top finna get shot in Fuquay The snake on a plate: it's not dinner with Bobby Boucher This Doomsday You 'bout to get some vintage K Think it's sweet, 'til Top torched: creme brulee Fuck the ops We don't got to take the pistol play Stomach shots Got the ribbon on Top, like Christmas Day You soft body, all weak John Gotti, on beat And got the nerve to end your rounds with "Concrete." My first impression: I don't know what the hell he meant This stick'll leave a mark like wet cement He bent I ride on you Hellraiser: Clive Barker You fightin' Luke Skywalker wit' a flyswatter I came home on papers, they had to file on you Ankle monitor: turn your sweats to highwaters And they was on the tuxedo concords I had to see three P.O.'s (C-3PO): it wasn't Star Wars I needed money, I split a zone to all fours You needed money, you get the phone and call Norbes We different You ain't Mr. Big Time, this shitty bitch lyin You signed on the dotted line, stayin' in line I'm coast-to-coast, making playin' plays Go and get mine Catching bands (bans) in every state, toting six .9's (6ix9ine) We different The game'll turn you spiteful You from a class of battlers that never had to earn the title I split, 'cause of politics, and broke a worthless cycle They had to learn to live without me They had to learn to like you We different I make a rug when his ass get killed You ain't a bear - you's a Teddy Graham in a glass of milk I load up the assault rifle Sit there and laugh And watch it be a A.R. that split a bear in half [Round 1: T-Top] It's T-Top vers' Lil' K Nigga, I'm proud of you 'Cause you was on King of the Dot Making power moves I mean, you never got the chain, so what? We don't count it, dude We know when the system in play, niggas is bound to lose Correct me if i'm wrong 'Cause i don't never want to sound confused But you battled Conceited, and got a couple hundred thousand views You wasn't valuable, so Organik just started scoutin' dudes And then you started drowing in the bottom of the talent pool So check your attitude You seen what I did to Avenue I got them two K's plus a hit stick I play Madden, too Trap nigga - I could hit the stove, turn a half in two We hit a lick together? Bitch, I'll make you turn your half in, too I grab the tool Tell me, is you with the shit today? You get whacked with a hundred (Wack 100), and need Stitches in your face I'm under his tree, every single Christmas with the gauge Let it ring your mouth, 'cause every kiss begin with K (KAY)! Bitch, bitch, bitch! They said "Top, you been surviving off performance alone Small-room, back to the bars - leave performance alone He need street credit." Cool - I'm performing alone (a loan) But you gotta meet some requirements to call this your home Now I ain't saying I'm no activist But we ain't gonna sit up here and act as if He ain't turn his back and quit on a brother's regular cracker shit All you had to do was battle...nigga, that was it! You got your cash and split Gave Beasley and them yo' ass to kiss! That's word to Wakanda he don't belong in this battle shit 'Cause every time he gotta prove he one of us, he just flap his lip! I'm mad as shit! Jab his lip Tell him to knuckle up, or dump the pump Niggas can get whatever the fuck they want You better brace your legs, you ever think about running up Cause the four is (Forrest) my best friend like I'm Bubba Gump! What you want? I'll leave a nigga flesh on the steps BOW! BOW! BOW! Now his head getting stretched I could've used one shot just to settle the mess But I think three moves a head (ahead) like I'm better in chess I give 'em the business Shoot a nigga dead in his neck! And whoever next to Ken (kin) will inherit the rest! I mean, look You been played for this league, but got overlooked They draft me I show them how a franchise supposed to look They know about my moms, my past: my life an open book Robberies scheduled all year: nigga, I'm overbooked They gassed you I mean, you dope - you just overcooked You even missed your shot on Cort' (court) when you had the open look I wrote the book I showed them how to saw off a gauge Not a Glock One shot? He getting tossed off the stage If we box, it's gonna turn into a brawl from a fade Cause when i pop Ken'll (kennel) have to call his dogs out the cage First I heard Pinkface is what they called you in Norfolk Then asked my street niggas They said they never saw you in Norfolk I got mad like, "Nigga, y'all sure he's from Norfolk?" Cause if i get an Ocean View I leave his body on a shore up in Norfolk They said you didn't do the time for no robbery: it was burglary Tell the truth - if you getting tired of me, nigga, murder me Nina young Don't nothin' slide in her but a thirty piece And MAC old Shit, it's his "90th anniversary" Hold up, you was locked up for breakin and entering, bruh? Aight i know y'all jokin' He used to wait 'til bitches go to work And see if they left their doorknobs on The 45 smoke him BOW! You gotta live with that I put a big K in your face: let's have a mirror-match! Pistol-whip his bitch and his baby Now don't cheer for that Just know I left his little white circle seeing stars like a Steelers hat Now how real is that!? You crackers can't come for my spot The way I tend to bars, I could've left Rum on the rocks Thought he was nervous when he got dumped off the docks 'Cause the rope was above his waist and left his stomach in knots Concrete! [Round 2: Bigg K] I roll a motherfuckin' hogleg This pistol popping, catch him shopping, paint the mall red When your big homie gotta keep your dogs fed Don't get your big brody hit with a baldhead I got the .50 drawn I came to get it on You frontin like you gorilla strong: you Diddy Kong They running around actin like i did the city wrong I heard when i was out of town puttin the city on And what was they doin but ridin dick Make me want to say "fuck rap!" and buy a brick Shake the town, break it down, by the zip I'mma play with 29, I'm stashin' a Michael Vick Learn the lingo Chalice is full of vino Plugs named Chico Houses in Santa Domingo Push a El Camino Y'all with a pink flamingo Taught me to play my cards Let's get these chips - bingo! Three dice, C-Lo Right in front of the b low Turn to the streets, 'cause they ain't find us a hero Fuck it, thats how it be doe Pluck it in front of zeroes They can say whatever, they'll never say it to me tho' I'm with the hard hitters Cuban cigars clippers Passing plates 'round the table with the mob members You gon' fuck around and get your whole squad injured For pullin up sideways like the bartenders When you have no help, you gotta do things Like when I had no belt, i got a shoe string Long as battle rap pay me, this a new scheme Just get the cheese, then it's gravy: that's a poutine I still take the whole check from a few fiends From where they blowin' hoop dreams over mood swings And the man dont matter if the coupe clean You fuckin' bitches with fake butts and boob rings Let's get the cooking I sling it in the oil Cut the flame on high and bring it to a boil All over the seven, i really know the soil Played the game right, and to the victor go to spoils I blow the best of buds Money, sex and drugs We dont even lift a fork, til we bless the grub Extendo grippin', I fill a chest with blood The thirty hangin' out, it's not a grown and sexy club Bet that You ain't even catch that This ain't xanny and lean, designer dress rack You still supplying checkers for a chess match While we applyin' pressure til the neck snap Step back or get stretched out, you can't win Hard life, been stressed out since age ten Now they know what the set 'bout: we made men You gonna poke your chest out, and get it caved in! [Round 2: T-Top] I said, I always keep it real with my fans I never switch my role Before I come and spit some bullshit I'd rather dig my hole I dont write bars Every battle i give my soul The game tailor-made And i was suited with them zips and zones My uncle was a blazer He light that pipe soon as he get it home You was cuffed Linked to a nigga until your sentence known I never slack Turkey bag full of weed I had to twist the bowls But no matter how i address it Y'all still gon' say Kenneth cold (Cole)! This gettin old Y'all dont remember the shit i did to sno I been whoopon crackers in the ring Im riddick bowe Should i used the snub or the long john Like its getting cold Just know it ain't no handshake after i pick a nose Really doe? Y'all went to pay kenneth for me Knowin shit would get dreadful Should've saved Kenneth for Reed Paying nuggets? Y'all really sold Kenneth the dream Cause now he stuck behind bars like Kenneth Supreme Your whole squad got Monopoly money I made a chess board Scrabble up what you wanna buy, but just expect more Sorry its trouble I got the tech drawn And dot filling holes across his body Like why would you play with the connect 4 Yeah, you went to jail, oh well I'm not impressed, fraud They prolly had you dryin' wet drawers after mess hall I let one ring from the arm: Brett Favre! Make it rain on the white boy: we smellin' wet dog! And speaking of dog, if he at the crib, we Homeward Bound I'm ridin' with go-getters Tell 'em take this smoke, or snoop on your own nigga At last, he folded - I guess the nigga know better Had the white boy shootin' his dog: Old Yeller! And if i can make you kill your nigga, that mean you pussy, fam If you wasn't comfortable up in Norfolk, you should've took a stand Instead, a nigga from another city came and took your hand Protected you so much, your daughter gon' look like Brooklyn Hanz! And your grandmother a Neanderthal cave bitch She see you rappin' with colored folks and did that rollin' in the grave trick You ain't shit And we ain't never seen you keep the beam If you a pimp with a MAC, why we ain't never seen Pinkie ring? And in your last battle, you said you spit a loogie as long as the Green Mile Lets take a walk, G You'll get shot in between bars, if you taunt me The metal burnin' his top like "Old Sparky" And everything I speak fly like John Coffee! I been gritty! Run in your trap, the Grinch wit' me I was stealing the base with two .4's (44): I'm Ken Griffey! Where I'm from, in Carolina, my nigga, you couldn't come there Rolla whooped your man's ass in the streets and had you dumb scared John punked you at the last event with no gun there And Math made you apologize in Chicago And, nigga, he ain't even from there! Yeah, we heard about your times in the shop When you got yo' ass checked We know, minus the bullshit, that situation can add stress But you never solved the problem Thought about him, had yo' ass plexed You the only white nigga i know that couldn't pass a Math test Hold on, I got another for ya 'Cause Math was about to do a number on ya We all started to call your bluff but nobody had a number for ya Nigga, we was gunning for you 'cause they say Kenny amazin Well, if he try angles (triangles), I kill him and keep a secret like Kenny a Mason If he ever spray the nigga face, then Kenny was macin'! (*T-Top gets Time called on him*) [Bigg K] Time. Time. Yeah, yeah, that's time, sir. It's over for you [Round 3: Bigg K] Aight, let's get serious, y'know? My fingers would smell like kitty litter If I gave you a titty twister You'll take a six pound chicken dinner...and make it a fidget spinner One bite Eat the whole bird...with the gizzards Leave the scene, hit the Dairy Queen...get a Blizzard Ice pops When you walk, your thighs hop They said, "You can't joke around on SMACK" Why not!? I'm gonna do me 'til i wanna quit Suck a dick! Y'all don't think he jokin' when he say he sold a hundred bricks? Right...right... But you was born in the trap You hustle mad snow Your uncle had crack, your brother had blow You lyin in your raps That dusty ass flow All this cocaine music Well, where the money bag, yo? You broke! You broke as a mothafucka! Tried to book me and got a fit-buy prices I should've scraped you off the sidewalk like shrimp fried rices With a rusty razor blade Givin windpipe slices I couldn't call T-Top vet if i had a midlife crisis Righteous Im on they block Posted, with the gauge cocked Who want the smoke I got the juice This a vape shop They crept up too deep He caught a face shot Then his right hand got popped It won't state prop You fake Top And you final-lappin' in a nerd race Dissin' a dead girl for reaction Oh, that's wordplay? "But he apologized like a grown man. I know you heard, K!" Naw, 'cause a man would've never said it in the first place! And that's what you don't get You on some battle rap shit Id rather tell you suck a sack of fat dicks And call you hacky sack tits 'Cause you'll do anything to have an angle in your verses, and it's phony How you got personals and you don't personally know me? It don't count unless it's facts, and you can give me your word But you'll write a whole round about some shit that you heard That's why I'm doing King bad: William the Third T-Top Bizzy the Bear really a bird! You a hoe They made you apologize when way worse happened That's 'cause you suck as life, and way worse rappin' You was begging for attention: I'mma dirt-nap him You'll be worser than these bitches with the thirst trappin' We work-baggin', thousand-dollar shirt-taggin' 20 guns in the trunk, that got the vert draggin Still smell like a skunk soon as I murk past him She hit the rock on once And caught an herbgasm 'Cause all i smoke is 'thrax on 'thrax I pull up and hop out in somethin' black on black Get his new mixtape - it dropped yesterday The shit is wack on wack It's titled Bear Necessities, in honor of his SMACK contract Let's go [Round 3: T-Top] URL, this my closing verse Like, fuck a casket Throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse Now i ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk I came here just to show y'all work Now let me put it in They said, "K ran to the white boys." I said, "Good riddance." They said, "He probably gonna go for the chain." I said, "He could get it." They said, "A black man got it right now." I said, "You bullshittin'..." Well, I thought they was bluffin', until i seen 'em sellin' Wolf tickets See, we hood niggas Let me get this out the way, K You crackers can't come over here just for a payday Oh, you don't like it when I call you cracker? Man, get that shit up out my face, K If you don't wanna rap about The Race, then how you ready for Tay, K? We shaved weight And I heard this nigga hammer spit, cannon rip He only rap about how he be blammin shit I pulled up to YouTube Red Hell, I was amped as shit The first thing I found was a mothafuckin' camping trip! I hit "Cancel" quick! I said, "This can't be it! First, it was JC on his dancin' tip Then y'all give me a nigga that be swimming wit' the Klan and shit!?" Oh, y'all planned this shit... 'Cause, see, we could've let Chess have her There's plenty fish in the sea, Smack We should've let Red snap her (snapper) But he didn't wanna come here and lose to a nigga with less stature He figured Bizzy will give him his respect faster What I'm tryna say is Bigg knows (big nose) I'm the X-Factor! I'll neck-snap ya! I'm tired of sayin' that I'm a lead-clapper! I'm Donald Trump sittin' in office: a head-cracker! I could put the thing right here and dump the ratchet! It only ring in your right ear, you fuckin' faggot! Yeah, we had a drought in my hood Did something happen? I push 'twork in the middle of June That's summer madness What happenin'!? And i just got a brand new Ruger, the shit's crazy Her nose wide, the bitch pregnant with six babies Forget the jokes I think it's time that I let him know This for every black joke yo' family ever told This for every time Grandpops dropped the N-bomb, and y'all let it roll! This for every time Macklemore won an award instead of 'Hov! Bitch, we set in stone Your whole species a genetic clone That's why every new style you get is already old King of the Dot, it's like y'all got a leak in your boat 'Cause when y'all money was right, he ain't have no reason to go If y'all an army, why you wait 'til they needed you most To throw down your Confederate flag and start leavin' your post? Cause thats the same shit the nigga did wit' Beas' and the bros Smack saved your white dirty ass 'cause he believed in you most Last time he was Action Bronson when he tweetin' his quotes Cause y'all give him a little Power - now he thinkin' he Ghost! Well, it's time I make him suffer for you And I see you even brung reporters Well, we don't tolerate Trump supporters, and Organik can't do nothin' for ya I run up on ya The gat spittin', his hat liftin' That did him 2 to his head That shit had him backflipping I went to school like, "I'm not leavin' until the bag finished!" I had 8 plays lined up before the class ended We wanna know your story, Big Kenny Was it rags? Riches? Half-privileged, but not good enough to run your dad business Started rebellin' 'round 12, took some ass-whippings Went on crack binges, and found you a love for black women!? (*T-Top gets time called on him again*)
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