[Round 1: Soul]
Yo Real Deal is in Dot Mobb
Nah, but seriously though that sh** is literally the best
One of those decisions that they "ahhh" instantly regret
Mook like, "Real Deal...Real De- are you kidding with me Rex?"
Like, "Mook I asked him as a joke I didn't think he'd say yes!"
Battle rap crews are gay enough as it is, but that is not on
You're about as Dot Mobb as Mos Prob
Yeah I still remember when Trevor would roll with Fresco and Rone
Now he's in a crew with Rex and Mook, bet you're incredibly close
I can relate to having a lil' gang so your friendship would grow
Me and my friends had a gang too, when I was seven years old!
Remember when you battled Tony you had that f**ing race round
Like Eurgh pushes him cause he's black and he's who they wanna stay crowned
Cause they already got the nerds but wanted thugs in their crowd
They're doing the exact same with you but the other way around!
It's like Trailer Park Boys meets The Wire, it's the f**ing worst
So it's funny, the only thing they got in common is their bubbles burst
He hates it when he raps about The Wire and Breaking Bad Cause he grew up without a TV in an RV so it makes him sad
His first car was his house
He had a racist dad wearing plaid, it's Nigerian velvet blades of gra** he's trailer trash
When I moved up, I went from a house to a flat
You couldn't move up cause your house had [?]
And the bandwagon Damaged like Danity Kane
They living Down In A Hole like Alice In Chains
Girl you ever seen the scheme? It's exactly the same
Except they crack pipes with rocks like Andy Dufresne
Yo they on that hillbilly h**n is the scene they live in
The Oxycontin got 'em nodding like the schemes they spitting
So peep your best Trainspotting bars, we ain't listening
It's Lochgelly not "Lockgelly" we C.H. different
[Round 1: Real Deal]
[Round 2: Soul]
Yo when you battled B-Magic on Smack you clowned around
Like, "I don't know about the hood" and got some laughs around the crowd
You battled white people for white crowds you're trapping out your house
I [?] like, "What the f** was that Magic round about?"
See he blends in to surround it's harder for us to see him
And in different Culture Clubs this is Karma for this Chameleon
You're gangster or you're not, stop switching your bars or I'll have R.D. The Chef seeing Michelin stars
But if he wanna throw at a Scottish bloke than maybe just forget that
Before Mr. Weller's substitute is taking on his next cla**
f** the right, save it for the next scrap
For the first time you'll see a Real Deal shaking with the left hand
See Red an X-Man that Cyclops flow
Kick this Yankee off his high horse like tae kwon do
You've got a [?] through the middle like Qui Gon's robe
Look, we were meant to battle years ago, his name was more known than mine
But over time my overtime has caught up with his slow decline
I put in work, he fell off, I own this guy I'll dome this guy
I'm not about to let a teacher take away my golden time
But from street rappers to Christian rappers you've been getting zipped up
Just got beat by A. Ward but I'll beat you til you're in one
Told him you're the devil, too rugged to handle
Ain't got pan cos sin ain't enough of an angle
So get the f** off your high horse or get bucked from your saddle
The little people hold me down like Gulliver's Travels
So f** your hype off Smack, come here get your vinyl snapped
I got a cult following like Spinal Tap they get a whole different type of amped
Cause my ink's off the wall like tribal tat
And the writing's on it like The Shining's back and you locked inside with Jack
Like, "Here's Johnny!"
Having him leaving here at first light, crawling out the woods like a termite
You might've beat up Aye Verb, I ain't here for a word fight
I'll turn this poetry slam to third degree burns night
[Round 2: Real Deal]
[Round 3: Soul]
You and Fresco always end your bars with "different" that has to change
How the f** can you both be different when you rap the same?
Yo, but I know what he's thinking, I'm someone he may not beat
So he'll write, "How I Beat The Real Champ" on an A1 sheet
Well this is A1 covers versus A1 beef
Had my Ah Ha moment, jump in the picture like Take On Me
So here's my take on you, see in Grind Time you were raking hits
Went to King Of The Dot, after shady biz made it sink
Tried to get on Smack and they vaulted all his greatest vids
Someone fire shots online that made him split like Agent Smith
Smack and Beasley airing it, saying that he'd take the piss
Left him in the cold so he crawled back to Canadians
His stock dropped to rock bottom, they don't have to pay him sh**
This rapper's so salty you'd think he'd be worth his weight in it
So you can f** around and be on 100,000 leagues
He like a PC game cause he running out of Steam
Now they starved this c*nt, got him spitting bars for crumbs
It's David Dickinson, he went from a real deal to a bargain hunt
He was wack for a while, now he's someone that a few feel
I'm acting like Hitori I'm getting rid of the new Deal
Acting like Hitori these blades that are being sniffed cut different
f** b**hes cause I made it to beat tricks
You get Cyssero Philly flowed, one, two give and go
These Glasgow Kisses won't be underneath the mistletoe
We seen what happened with A. Ward, everything that Christian wrote
Had that teacher lost for words like The DaVinci Code
Cause you ain't been the same now all your former friends departing
Cause this ain't something all is head or hearts in like a cross from Hendrik Larsson
Boy I'm dunzo with Americans you get kicked to the door
And after this, don't come north of England no more
And tell Donald Trump he can't visit the course he paid millions for
I barred the sh** out of Real Deal, [?]
[Round 3: Real Deal]