Bigg K - Real Deal vs Bigg K lyrics

[Round 1: Bigg K] I said yo They told me not to take this battle, that's hella non sense I'm knowing that he talk that talk but never walked it They said, "Real Deal is a threat. I'ma be honest." I said, "You f**ing right he a threat. I'm a promise." You ain't know what's gonna happen but I knew it'd a happen Let me catch you in Pittsburgh with your j**elry flashing I'ma run down on him get to using a Magnum Like I want that gold jacket like Shooter McGavin Y'all want to see a dead body? Not a problem meho I catch him in the subway like they got Carlito It's time for extra regular Trevor to be gone, finitto You the gayest thing in the ring since Don Flamingo You big eared motherf**er, looking like a newborn mouse I ain't reaching for a hug when these two arms out When I pull it he go sleep like a futon out I put Deal in the paper, they cutting coupon's out Now I'ma be real cause I never get my fronting on You deserve a top tier battle for how far you come along You got about 30 joints online and your win ratio is something strong So either I did something right or you did something wrong f** it, I'm dangerous as living in Hostels Jump bad and I'ma uppercut your chin and your nostrils Take the gun out the briefcase, empty out a clip in your tonsils That Roscoe in the box ain't chicken and waffles You know they say your confidence show when your swag right And your knuckles won't break if you throwing your jab right Ever seen a nine mil with the scope and the flashlight? Somebody getting kilt when I blow it like bagpipes I get the sense you was a ho in your past life Your music ain't gon' work you gon' go to the gla** pipe I know y'all probably think I'm ferocious and mad nice But to keep it real I wrote this sh** last night Go 'head man [Round 1: Real Deal] From the top? Aight, I'ma tell you how this battle really got arranged now So Pen hit me up and said, "Ayo son I couldn't get you the rappers you wanted But I got an idea and if we market it this match could do numbers White on white crime." So now we supposed to battle each other? Look at me K! Look at me K! We're practically brothers! So I should let you know as a brother Your whole "I surround myself with black people" white dude swag is f**ing cornier than a Coor's Light Ice Cube ad And all them strong arm tactics, this is not the place for pulling it Think you got me shook, well that's not the case You fooling with someone who sees it everyday, I'm not afraid so cool it b**h You know that I'm a teacher we don't tolerate that bully sh** So to me, all your size proves is how many times you've eaten at a drive thru So thinking that you gon' throw your weight around here to beat me ain't a wise move I'm that prick you gotta deal with so believe me he gon' die soon Cause I love to k** a fat motherf**er, but hey, your diabetes is that Type 2/too He the kind of guy you pick up at basketball cause you thinking you need more size Then his soft a** spends all day out at the three point line He gained like 50 pounds after high school so he's a bad a** now He the type you go to fight and wanna wrestle you all sloppy with his a** crack out But f** the jokes cause K's a thug He finna get the metal and spit You got it pressed to me temple fully intends to empty that clip He's trigger happy, goes to squeeze that Beretta then click...click Y'all gon' see all his rounds are based off hypothetical sh** Like, hypothetically he could shoot me with all the sh** that you can fathom That ain't even cool to make up like little kids in beauty pageants All you have is gun lines, drug lines then you fuse in the punch Question: How you call Illmac' Tiny Tim if you the one that's using the crutch? See there's a million names for guns and d** that's what makes it easy to do I'll k** you with gun lines, more creatively, and more believable too Y'all ready? I'm in your hood, broad daylight, while you unarmed and shoot you directly in the face Then I'll pull my cell phone out and call the cops to come investigate the case I wipe the gun off, put it in your palm, now with that pistol in hand They got the prints (Prince) from you K (UK) like Kate Middleton's man Cops roll up it's mayhem, "Put your hands in the air!" I'm like, "Officer, thank God, I'm so glad that you're here." This man just tried to mug me. Pulled a weapon on me I said, 'I don't have any money' he started to wrestle with me And then the gun kinda {sniff sniff}..." Who do you think the detective believes? He's a convicted felon, I'm a school teacher who can pa** a piss test and my record is clean I just took his bread and bu*ter and now you see his stomach rumbling It's sad cause I like him, white kid from Virginia that literally come from nothing Cinderella story, the slipper's falling, back to suds and scrubbing Y'all just seen this country bumpkin turn back to a f**ing pumpkin [Round 2: Bigg K] I say yo I don't give a fu*k about battle rap, this ain't bothering me When I leave here, I'm going to the bar for a week I just came to tell you you don't go hard in the street And to call you a DICK cause you are what you eat f*g f** you ga**ed up like a flame thrower When I cut dope I use Ether for the Takeover I got some bricks in the stash of the Range Rover Find China in the trunk like Hangover Say I peeped your whole f**ing steez, I ain't a bit stupid You stuck battling cause you make sh** music And you gon' try to rebu*tal everything I can say before I get to it Like it's gon' make you a less of a f*ggot cause you admit to it I have yet to see any progress in you thus far You in one lane going in circles like cop cars You pick the perfect angles, your lyrics is sub par How good is an MC that got everything but bars? Like every gun 50 and up, it's like the highway I ain't never listen to nothing, I do it my way Catch you lunching inside on the couch, stroll through your driveway Then get to dumping on the side of your house, Smokey in Friday I said I ain't been on the scene a year but views, I got a fair amount And as far as groupies, my life is a movie, I bag a pair amount/Paramount You somebody I gain nothing off of airing out It's Real Deal, the nicest battle rapper nobody cares about This is revenge for every kid you ever failed in gym cla** Every suspension and detention they had to spend with yo' b**h a** My hands fast I throw a jab you catch whiplash Or this razor will cut designs in your face like Riff Raff I said I be sh** faced drunk off the 'yac or bourbon Finish my gla** and whip ya a** til your scabs is hurting I'm working with a chopper that'll crack Suburbans But I'll write him a chin check like plastic surgeons I don't give a f** how many battles you had, don't play with me Rappers y'all consider the vets is fish fillet to me I come to any city you at as long as you paying me I really live the life that I rap, what you gon' say to me? I still get that bread by the stack, it's like a bakery Posted with my hand on the strap, somebody pray for me Working with a chopper 'bout that long for the hatery Hundred shot clip and it last longer than slavery I say yo, I'd battle for a check, I don't battle for views When I come to these venues I feel like the realest cat in the room Cause my mindset is even if I happen to lose I am still content being a better rapper than you Go 'head man [Round 2: Real Deal] Y'all seen a Bigg K battle, he'll show you what insecurity is Cause he be talking while his opponent be performing they sh** Like if I say, "K you p**y", instead of looking confident and ignoring the diss What did he do? Roll his head, shake his eyes That just make you look more of a b**h See my demeanor is more cerebral, these people they think I'm co*ky though Behind my team with my arms folded like a hockey coach Your mom's a ho, I pipe her (Piper) like I was Roddy though Trapeze artist as far as catching these bodies go You? Waste of size Sweet as cakes and pies and softer than a baby's thighs You? Shake and fries, steak with bake potato laced with Bacon Bits and draped in chives You have never pushed a plate aside So being overweight is why you call yourself Bigg Well Pun intended when you hit the age of 28 and die I swear by every hair on all your chinny chin chins If everybody from your state is built like you? Cigarettes the only thing in Virginia Slim And your main b**h is such a busted wreck she be giving riders rubber neck A ratchet black chick from the 7-5-7 so you think she's fly enough to cover Jet Okay question How come every time someone plays Mary, f**, k**, that b**h dies? She's 5'6" and weighs and weighs as much as someone 6'5" Plus she's lazy like Notorious B.I.G.'s eye She's only with you cause you mention you pitch pies But all jokes aside, I'm headed to Virginia, storm the beach with my crew like D-Day You should've seen them red flags like you using replay Fall back I gotta ball bat I use from Eastbay We'll see if he can stand up after that Louie see K Y'all know Louie C.K.? The comedian? I figured like, okay he's one of the biggest out today Half the crowd gon' miss it cause f** it, Ralphie May I mean, enough with the jokes cause even if he packing That pistol ain't moving from his hip It's like a cell phone conversation, when you see K with texts, it's usually a b**h And I don't even wear chains but you let your charms swing 'round me it's stupid Cause I will rob K for the j**elry then sing the jingle while I do it Every kiss begins with Kay Get off Twitter, you're emotional a** on there like, "Smack won't book me." That's so p**y, I thought you was Mr. All World Cla** Pro Rookie But when you choked against Rosenberg, that's when you start to free fall Now nobody's trying to call you like a charge in street ball Cause your music's aight but you act like it's up to Kanye standards I see the way you act when you kicking it at a show like a Broadway dancer So you freestyled with Sway, you think that's gon' get them songs played faster? Man, nobody's trying to check for that like prostate cancer You have half a**ed every battle but Half Past So how can you be at the tops and bottom feed? You've been beating bums up in this circuit To me it's like the plot of Rocky 3 And since you Irish it's only fitting for that script right? Cause if y'all remember, that's the movie where the Mick dies [Round 3: Bigg K] Said god damn, trying to clown me for being on Twitter That's real disrespectful brother If it wasn't for Twitter I would've never met your mother I said yo, I pop one, shotgun on the back of the Harley Wrap a cap around his face like a hat for a party Y'all think I'ma let Mr. Woodco*k out bar me? Rhetorical question Farley f** bars, you gonna get all jokes You ain't never played the strip getting chips off coke And your competition tripping, you gotta lick off toast I been thugging, you dick s**ing kickball coach You f**ing with a stand up man, you better sit up I'm riding through the trap with a Mac strapped to my git up My lights off, it's pitch black, I got the tint up Bars, as soon as I pull up I'm hitting chin up If he jump, rope him to the truck, drag him through the mean city streets Or I show up to your school, Dickies clean with the crease Snuff your a** in front of students, you gon' be missing teeth Then I'ma stretch the whole cla** without the [?] I don't usually do personals but this fraud is so bogus You being a P.E. teacher is something I'm gon' notice And I'll bet any amount of money this is my prognosis You wrote them rounds on the back of a conduct notice Yo, when I wild you run a mile Chopper swinging with the shoulder strap I see horror through the scope, what's your zodiac? And you ain't suppose to rap, f** whoever told you that You wouldn't lick a shot in the air, unless you coaching track My 40 kicks sideways when I'm holding it straight At 13 I served fiends through the hole in the gate Bang your head on the gym floor til the linoleum break Try that Greco-Roman sh**, I punch a bone out your face Oh you the working man MC? I got my hand in the gutter f** your 9 to 5, I got 95 grams of the bu*ter My big homie just backed 30 grand at the Rucker I feel like Sonny from Bronx Tale, the working man is a s**er Fly fella I rhyme better, you heard clown Apply pressure I turn up you turn down We can battle til the motherf**ing 33rd round I got bars around the waist like a turnstile I know a secret about your baby mama that you carry with ya And I figured now is the perfect time for me to share it with ya She got a thing for licking a**, I ain't playing with ya She hang around for rim jobs like a cherry picker I said yo, you get kids suspended, that sh** corny as hell I'm a thug on the east coast and California as well I stab your son in the throat, grab the little boy by his hair And then drag him with the ox like Oregon Trail I said, take a look at my circle this what a 4 G clique 'bout Gutta Gang Gwap Getters making who*es eat dick out I get to swinging this machete with a Voorhees dismount It take half off the Deal like employee discounts Go 'head man [Round 3: Real Deal] He tried to take shots at me and says I've been teaching gym cla** I think he's just mad cause judging by his waist, that's the one cla** his a** ain't pa** But ayo, what does Rex say? Grown man bars, that's something he's gotta deal with See that grown man part, that's what gets me because it's real sh** I couldn't walk in your shoes K, cause they're children size You'd get lost in my shoes K, cause they're a building wide I'm up at 5:00 every day awake before the sun is up Breakfast made, shower, shaved, making sure my son is up I take him to the bus, say I'll see him when it brings him back You're married to the game, I'm representing for them single dads But you? Let me guess, every morning you up is another corner to cut Boy a** mindset, long as his gear is fresh and his Jordan's is tough I mean, you a hustler, I don't knock it, someone's gotta feed the fiends on the strip Cause they just snaps but snap, who you think is teaching they kids? So while you out shopping rocks on the block on your grind I'm in the trenches Public schools where 70% are below the poverty line Where all they talk is black, white test scores and bridging the gap So I don't have the same principles my principles have A kid will stand up and say "f** you" in the middle of cla** 20 minutes later come up and hug you cause you the only father figure he has Could you do that K and still come home and make music? Knowing you gon' pay off that Could you, K? Okay no, that's what I thought You will always be that chubby little kid your dad and mom failed And you're right, I'm kicking messages to son so this IS like A Bronx Tale Oh, the working man is a s**er? He a s**er Well this is where we swap stories Cause I'm getting paid now, I can really let the Deniro talk for me Oh, but I heard you been lacing tracks about blazing gats and spraying that Sig' That's the grown breaking sh** you're gonna break in rap with? By the time I'm 35, just off teaching I'll make 80 racks kid At the restaurant you bus at eating baby back ribs While you're running from agents and doing a bid in the big house I'll be f**ing with agents and placing a bid on a big house While I'm sending my son to college and paying money for his books You'll be hoping someone still acknowledges you to put money on your books While they search for me on Google you'll be slurping Ramen Noodles Homie that's what you've been eating when you locked up While I'm texting on my celly you'll be wrestling with your celly because one of you was sleeping on the top bunk Now, next time I see Pen it's on stage at some main battle Next time you see pen' it's in chains, upstate shackled You act like you the only one, we both grew up as poor folk Except I came from Pittsburgh, you were raised in Norfolk We both knew k**ers and drug dealers, we both knew who the dope man was But I grew up and grew out of that stage, that's what a grown man does I mean, I thought it was cool that I had friends that did a couple bids Til they came home, I saw their face and knew they had enough of it You still glorify that lifestyle, you think it's tough as sh** So why you call yourself "Bigg" and act like such a little f**ing kid?