King of the Dot - Psycoses vs. Gjonaj lyrics

[Round 1: Psycoses] I came all the L.A. to this show to fight. And don't trip, I'm not about to let you down like Quill did with a choke tonight You already got bodied by Diz' So after tonight this will be your second time dying in a row They'll be saying you won zero back to back, like binary code I do freestyles, multi's, punches, wordplay You just do bar after bar and you're known to reach some While I contact from every angle, like the Mona Lisa p**y, I really rap, so he's f**ing dead, people Cause I'm coming for a cold body, like necrophiliacs And he'll react like "I'm a cannibal, I don't just k** I feed of it But only if the rules are fine" Well since he's a cannibal I'll make him eat his backbone And watch as he chews the spine Don't believe it? Boy, f** with me These hands left more kids split than joint custody Till it's rupturing when your cranium straight splatters Occipital lobe over there, frontal lobe over there Now let's see if his brain matter Cause King Of The Dot let a k**er loose Like the OJ Simpson case panel To put a middle eastern in a bag behind bars Like a Guantanamo Bay scandal Get your face scrambled With hands thrown at a ferocious speed But he doesn't need to be an R&B fan for Gjo' to see That I'ma okay seeing Gjojo catch a hook on a slower beat You scrapping is something we just don't believe "But Christ the second coming if you rise-" shut up! What I could do with one blade will remind you of a confession booth from his whole appearance Cause he'll be spilling his guts after I come clean across And I'll be leaving a holy spirit The hole will spill and tear his cavity Doctors will have to support the core, like military families I buried all your cats, get dropped cause you wouldn't box This is your funeral now No, pay attention, I said "burial", "casket" "wooden box", this is your funeral now… did you catch the plot? ....... ....... Woah, woah, woah, y'all thought I was slipping? Man just stop That wasn't a choke, I just figured he needed a moment of silence before the casket dropped! But if he survives he'll put the piece that rotted his teeth And not just keep on firing 'Til he eats the magazine; Readers Digest Or bleed when I send one swing to just finish And leave you stiffen and sleeping With just teeth next to you like senior citizens Or leave him split with one punch in the head to come and just shred and crush in his septum when it bust in the center And f**ing up your whole appearance like a public defender You love to pretend these written you've given the futuristic image to like this is new is misconstrued Cause the simple truths you're living through An artificial formula like infants do While the rest of us were breaking up Taking a match any date that we can and breaking our backs Smack gave you a way to get past So you're like Moses The way your power came from a snake and a staff All first verse, all first verse That bridge is how he's risen But now he wouldn't be sh** without these So it's safe to say The Dude wouldn't be the same without Bridges like the Big Lebowski You use religious references to get cheap reaction Off their applicability to the general public Then set them up a collective subject But [?] one hit direct enough that when you end with punches The perception of it's impressive But it's just a crutch to pretend it's substance Then this punk just turned his back on Smack to come to King Of The Dot but it was... Suicide, you knew you'd die, it's a cry for help Cause now you've lost EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, you're all by yourself. You're like Waldo playing "Where's Waldo?" – you gotta find yourself You can take any bar from any verse from any rounds on me And the crowd will safely say that every rounds on me And after I get that money tonight, I'm heading straight to the bar, and you best believe it's gon' be rounds on me! [Round 1: Gjonaj] Are you guys ready to not see gimmicks? Alright, that Reader's Digest bar was impressive Way doper than every other rapper who said it This battle was supposed to be for $5,000 The f** happened to Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is? p**y had Organik call me [Psycoses] No, I didn't [Gjonaj] Yes you did. He said, "That amount of money is life changing" I said, "He may be right" But if five grand is live changing...you need to change your life! And now I got to rob his parent's crib For f**ing up my motivation If it was five grand, there wouldn't be any/B 'N E reason for this home invasion I will kick in the door, shoot the who*e You want more dead? Pistol to your head Show me to the safe and I'll be in the vault quicker than Cortez Caustic, Pat Stay, The Saurus, Bigg K – I don't give a f** who you have involved… I have evolved Bodies once sloppily rotting are now frozen in catalogs Serial k**ers keep trophies, but I'll take cash in hand A thousand for the sacrifice (What's that?) – a rack of lamb! Well, I'll be damned, just to see you live in Hell It is Silence Of The Lambs, I hope you're living well It puts the lotion on, living well How could he f**ing win? Buffalo Bill wouldn't be comfortable in his f**ing skin It's Heavy Builder Extra Filler, they expect a thriller These people crazy, f** Steven Avery; even my setup k**er This is not a new release, it ain't gotta do with peace Of course I'm fighting a bum, I made a living on the streets Fork in the road, the dead end up on another path You should've stayed in your lane, you're f**ing trash You got a little buzz, thought you'd be a f**ing match But you gon' die leaving a mark that doesn't last Did it sting? Then bring up the f**ing past (*​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Starts addressing Dizaster in the crowd*​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​) Yeah, the Earth quaked But the magnitude is just an after thought Cause the sh** that landed in the building, wasn't the same aftershock. Yeah, wasn't was it? So is it my fault for being ground breaking if they didn't get this sh**? See the future can learn from the past, but not exist in it So I'm past that. It's not that he can't rap I'm just... So ahead of my time you're currently trapped in a flashback You're gonna loose a rack flat. Was it worth the hype? You can either wait or or have too much on your plate for the perfect fight You see what happens when it's catered? Serves you right! See your eyes are bigger than your stomach That foods a little closer You're gonna realize I'm a k**er at large, and testing/intestine me will be the reason you die just/digest a little slower Now did that sh** faze you? Cause they said when I face you, phase one was to break you They f**ing hate you; look who they gave you! Think U.S. pennies... Cause you're worth less than the cost it took to make you! Early! [Round 2: Psycoses] Yo, he just had that Silence Of The Lambs bar But that whole scheme was straight up lame I'm not Buffalo Bill, I'm Hannibal Lecter Cause once Psyco' broke out the pen there's no saving face! This round is for everything who thinks my sh** is all filler Now watch me get this body on cam'/Cam; Von Miller I'll k** him with hands sharper than Wolverine With the titanium blade Start rearranging your face 'til it looks like you have Hills Have Eyes creature uranium traits Have your DNA looking bad When the machete spray in your face But if you get in my grill and you're thrilling I'm willing to push your grill in so start playing it safe Think Stoop Kid from Hey Arnold, you don't wanna get stepping over stairs/stares so stay in your place It's safe to say you go down that path, you'll take a left and hook on the right like you were asking for directions You'll be feeling the burn/Bern' like you want Sanders elected Having this b**h head in a box like Brad Pitt in Seven When you get beat with bare hands, like that Panda in Tekken You can act too pretentious So I'll leave him stuck up with his nose like this dude's snobby Walking around with half a face from one hit like The House Of The Dead 2 zombies When the dude's talking I'm sending the other hand swinging That'll make you bite your tongue like a bad seizure Hands jabbing like Pan's Labyrinth The kid'll get eaten if my hands see him And beat him, 'til you all see one land like Pangaea All see/sea? One land? Pangaea? You can't see me, you don't respect the scene So I take it as disrespect to me This is for every time I stopped at the gas station to take a piss and your cousin wouldn't give me the restroom key Test you see It'll be like Calicoe's dad the way I'm taking off on son Get your gang involved in trust and engage a brawl with us The same result then comes, but if engaging is not enough Then they can all get clubbed like Megan Fox's thumbs I'm not the one, I'm not the one. Last battle I said, "One arm waving got you running home like a third base coach" But for you? I brought something worse When you see two arms waving like Th3 Saga in church You thought that every verse was gonna 3-0 me But I'm already a mountain to nothing It turned out that I'm out in two nothing And that's why your bars ain't amounting to nothing Cause this is Everest to a desert strip This a mountain to nothing Dude's bluffing, this a fire cracker to what happens when you're making an atom split You add it quick cause my addict wit is more adequate than Anne Frank's attic width You told OT 7even "shank to his neck an ample/apple picking" well ain't that some sh**? One boot will turn his Adam's apple to apple sauce with his larynx twist Then I'll reboot him...and not even Steve Jobs can get him his Apple fixed Yo, that was a Genius Bar And against Born you said "It's hard when everyone you know's/nose crooked like Owen Wilson" That was so [?] Quit acting like you when your folks call the shots in And lighten your tone like Michael Jackson before everybody that you know's/nose falling off This reminds me a little bit like Daylyt versus Iron Solomon I'm not calling this a mirror match Let me give y'all a clear vision This reminds me of Daylyt versus Iron Solomon cause in this battle you need to self reflect on your mirror image Early! [Round 2: Gjonaj] Hibbity, dibbity, flibbity, jibbity… shut the f** up You wanna know what everyone on cam' wonders? How do you spit twice as fast and have half the substance? You're f**ing trash Look, I appreciate the fans that remain loyal But there's a difference between someone that'll lie to you And someone that'll lie for you There's a difference between someone that'll k** for you And someone that'll die for you That's why I don't give a f** about your fans I can count how many people I trust on Jason Pierre Paul's hands Look, don't get defensive or you'll miss the message See, I needed a match You'se the natural selection and I hate that It was dramatized, fossilized, let's go way back There was a missing link It seemed our wins didn't explain that Now for y'all in the building, who can't rewind or replay that "Natural selection", "fossilized", "missing link" It seemed Darwin didn't explain that! See I'ma do that all night and clearly k** him But first let's light up the building It's time to switch on him like a step child This next guy'll die nastier than a meth smile Die from biting; West Nile Circles change, shape shift, alien reptile I'll crack his Skully, thought it was the X-Files American Sniper, I'll go from this Kyle to Chris Kyle Confirmed k**, it gets worse still I use violence to paint the pig, you're a human virus Matrix sh**, replay the glitch You'll see the same body over and over...Agent Smith! Which is why I win on cam a lot/ Camelot This is not your night/knight Everything I spit sorta lands a lot/Lancelot This is MY kingdom I alone am ruler, they measured my successes soon as my foot fit through It's quicksand, there's a point I'm 'bout to get to Struggle and die faster, did it sink in? I'm the last thing you should've ran into Why stop? When I got more to prove I'm Cyclops This one eye/I can't afford to lose, I'm in your blind spot Don't get stuck in traffic, oh you heard the story? Well it's working for me Get stuck in the middle; purgatory Fans get to judge the living… and the dead, see it's all an angle 30 pieces of silver and a fallen angel Hanging with the twelve before I got a cradle and made bread off the body before I got the table The last supper Bow your head as I read a verse Dear Lord...tonight one of us is going to leave the Earth May the peace/piece be with you Cause if I see him first, purrump a pum pum All I brought was a drum like Jesus' birth See at first...wise men followed a star Now-a-days, f** that, just follow the bars Salute! [Verse 3: Psycoses] Let's get it popping G, I'm here to Schoolboy on Q/queque No collard greens So face it fam' it's basic math I'm the prime one so you can't even be at odds with me I bring Fury to this field like a Ottawa soccer team I doctor these pupils; optometry Running through every body in my path like a Hotel Rwanda scene This is Man Vs. Food and it's my job to eat Even when I'm freestyling off the top it's clean Think Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat, I body freeze All these squares around make the game board/bored; Monopoly You talk a lot about knocking the noggins of Socrates stop it please Like couples locked in monogamy rocking promise rings, we never saw you swing You say you'll start shooting stars, comet please Or guns/organs get brought to the table like a Dahmer feast Long nose in front of your face all day like what Caustic sees Or catch you and you boo when you're on the streets Put your boo in a bag like Monster's Inc Yo, it's odd cause he said he was gonna hurt Diz's career Then we all just died from laughter When you forgot your lines at half verse and started calling time quick after Hey, you guys wanna know what rhymes with "calling time quick after?" [Caustic] Getting bodied by Dizaster! [Psycoses] Yo, but tonight you're gonna get it bar for bar cause that's what everybody here's wanting But I didn't write a single jelly fish line So tonight no one's gonna have a problem pronouncing this a clear body A clear homi' So act a fool in every party, you have a new we'll tear apart In black and blue from every scar and f*ggot You will have to prove you carry heart When we see this monkey stand up for himself like the evolutionary chart Did you hear that Darwinism bar he had in his last round when he said it son? Yeah, well f** it, I got a better one p**y, are you familiar with the Theory Of Evolution? Cause Darwinism best explains how this match was concepted See, you never learned to adapt to the present So naturally it only took one disaster/Dizaster to end him then Due to the growth in my bio-logically I was the natural selection After you stepped in it was like Smack had a s** doll fetish the way you blew up this fake f** then ga**ed his rounds While I got slept on by more battle rappers than Organik's couch While I had to find a way to try to pay to fly the states and trapped in the traffic lines for days The price was waved right away for this guy to take the diamond lane to the fastest route So the staff on Smack is over half the reason they have him out So The King Of The Dot was happy to have him out But I'll be happy when we have him out! But after now I ain't take a loss But if they say that I lost then I'm taking off Rocking The King Of The Dot chain with Illmaculate hanging off it You were taking off with your PG release lifted His weak image to be pictured like he's an elite figure Now they use your bull pen for a warm up like relief pitchers You use historical figures and facts that are bound to be Convincing for half the crowd to think It's sk** but in actuality It's a gimmick you had to clown to scheme When your simplicity masters challenging Cause the significant fact left out of these Writtens you have them found to be Missing the factuality And littered with ma**ive fallacies And hidden within the fictitious image with little impracticality Yo, for example, for example For example, you told JC "They knew I was gonna sleep you as soon as they set a date" Set a date/sedative...that's a reach! Then you said, "I could beat you with the bars I land of the free if the pen ink gone" Pen ink gone/Pentagon...that's a reach! Then you said, "you'll all get fed embalming fluid unless you find somewhere for a mole to hide" For a mole to hide/Formaldehyde...that's a reach! You could battle John John in a Mosque and still out rhyme a don Out rhyme a don/Ramadan...that's a reach! f*ggot please, there's an obvious gap in everything you say Getting reaction off bars that don't make sense only make you look stupid in the long run...just ask DNA (Last bars) Round 3 it's getting hot in here King Of The Dot y'all know that slogan (Get him the f** out of here!) Hell no, get the beanie on this geek the f** outta here You're afraid of immigration, get this Syrian refugee the f** outta here Half of your bars don't even make sense, get that every f**ing reach the f** out of here I k** rappers Back To Back here because I love Toronto Somebody get Meek the f** outta here! [Round 3: Gjonaj] Yo, who the f** is he talking to every round? You better make like a b**h in her wedding gown and settle down Oh you maid of honor? Well we are not the same A loss in reality, I'm how he got a name I ignore pain and pressure points What an easy win, look how you act You punked yourself/puncture self, why needle him? You're so close/sew clothes to d**h like senior citizens Needle, sew clothes, no joke While he was thinking about what to write next I was doing random licks like dyke s** b**h head in the box Since you mention the movie Seven b**h head in the box since you mention the movie Seven Guess you could use a lesson on who to threaten There go all of Robert progress like a 2-11 Robbery in progress? 2-11? Plus I said his name Jesse James, it is Robert right? Well if I'm robbed tonight As in...you skip town and you're found alive Leave with the cash and the judges aren't on his side He'll be the next Robert to die famous like Bonnie and Clyde So run and hide You do not want to be Robert E. Lee Granted, history repeats except I'm leaving a twist f** being civil, war is where you'll ahh...cease/Ulysses to exist! b**h I slave on linking/Lincoln these concepts, no exaggeration But there's still freedom for Blackout like Emancipation Run the chain Rone and 'Mac hunger- hold on I'm still what's his name What a shame Cause outside of KOTD, you are not known You are just a captive, I would've capped him if you affected my Stockholm (Stockholm Syndrome, hey...too smart for y'all) Stockholm, you're skull and bones right away Kidnapped, locked away Escape alive, not today Ransom, you gotta pay Danger, too kind of ways Lotta Zay or Jon Benet I've gotta say I've gotta say For another 4K, you would've got a person buried Remi-, I'm not a hit man I'm a mercenary A pallbearer, don't get carried away This is not a cla**ic I'm Paul Bear Bryant I'm coaching 'em in the casket See this is what happens when you get it backwards When animals run the zoo and get to pick the matches You get the poor vers' the top 1%, we're in different cla**es (Yeah, who's kid is this is right) Show me where the cash is I'm Ali before the Fraiser fight f** a war, you know my name, Gjonaj, say it right I'll be remembered as a legend, you're a man forgotten Your material has a shelf life, it's black and rotten Expired before you did and THAT'S the problem I'd rather make you a current even than rap about 'em! I had to show him what the difference is Cause feeding lambs to the wolves seem ignorant But what's a shepherd do when the sheep ain't listening? Goodnight!