King of the Dot - Daylyt vs KG The Poet lyrics

[Round 1: KG The Poet] This gon' be a wash. I deter gents That appear grimy but clean up white as bleach You look like fab-prick, softer, hang him The heat'll leave him high and dry in sheets! Don't lie to me, how you supply the white, .45s, 9s and stripes, them fool claims These punches'll get this blue flamed like a Ryu fight You got one life to live, you can get left in a general hospital but I'm feeling so proper just for guiding Lyt You tryna bite. Well see that 9 might greet you before I night-night sleep you... it's a new moon, my wolves not fighting Day, this a Twilight Feature Why use my fists, crucifix break his parts down like Ikea You gon' see Lyt pop over my head like a bright idea On light,... Flamethrower. You haul white Bench press a round and pounds it feel like 500 since Daytona.... Daytona, 500, Day tone, dog, face get a scar, face it if Day Tone, I play Sosa Fake soldier, make sure the message is known to the rest of your clones That I ain't stressed at you, holmes I'll still get this Uncle Tom Ford sprayed like expensive cologne The slug feel like photon, 500 pounds rip through flesh and the bone, that's 2000 So that ton'll hit the star on Daylyt like Sylvester Stallone You beat me in 3? uneasy to me You destroying battle rap, I'm growth and development, a G D you see the arm game, long range, Jodie Meeks deep from 3 And I'll Put Watts in a box like PG & E Wanna beef, sh** I'm flaming rib, eyes, order of steak Your team blitz, I read bullets, that's an audible play 14 shots, have them each side what the coroners say So each in May have 2 7s. Your memorial, Day [Round 1: Daylyt] They say the antics for the views is really a stupid plan. Right? no I guess I'm obligated to show your man is still nice, so today I'll be super, man No more Mr. Comedian Ass, I'll tell Chris let's Rock but CB4 I'll arrow back to my roots I'll showed y'all that I'm capable to blacken every scene Sleep on me, I'll sleep on a n***a for real. Tell Martin Luther King I had a better dream! I just wanna say halo, halo, halo, halo everybody, get it, no y'all don't get it That mean I'm ahead with every ring I brought a fantastic formula to rock, man, and I call this new quill everything They saying I'm crazy, lately I'm been acting all brawly Well, apparently my parody's got me parenting Macaulay But I'm still Culkin every weapon in the house: party! I showed y'all I can flat tops. Kid's wanna play with the ring I'm going crazy, b**h in 3D It's a VCR tape. Wait, look at all the boxes I made for the TV I will cave, man. Get rocked is what B see, need black in his entertainment when I tell a vision For those who wanna finger Mike, cool I can BET With these outer-space bars, CP3 reload the bar clippers, slipper sandles: the only way you'll defeat my lines I'll show you who's a** in the ring; it's Rikishi time! Is he a he/she? Fine. I'll address any n***a that's making noise Going to spurt with these 16's k**ing that's why you pays ya boy Is it the Frasier noise? Down goes his navigation, another n***a that lost again It's a Chinese in a Lambo accident, you better show me mercy or I'll go across his chin These lines are the bomb. I write with the Boston pen Eric Koston shin, the grind hurt. It ain't made for girls Where you stand, it'll be more cans than a n***a that believe he can save the world! As my patience twirl, two guns in this b**h. I am Tomb Raider Alicia Keys is in my DNA, so playing the piano is what I do, hater [Round 2: KG The Poet] Real talk, the way you acting in them last couple of battles, you telling me nothing bout a 45th You get bu*t-naked for battles, n***a, where the f** do you support the clip? I'm disrespectful, I'll go to your grandmother's funeral Bored as sh** off Coors and Pibb Get your grandma clapped, he checked out and Day watched as the moruning shift KG ain't Jay-Z but you can die nasty Stick to the scripts the streets is talking, ha, lie You get it, bro, get your mind right before you yelling This can't be life When I rock La Familia See Christ in Heaven. Fly high skies in a nicer section When asked why, fire router with a nice connection You did it..with a type of weapon Slice intestines, scalp you and leave Lyt skinned like my complexion I'm not moved by blank stares, I don't play fair Cos when I infant rays on you then we'll see if Day care ...on the road but in LA this n***a ....swear he spark a riot You lost, misguided, soft n***a Reggie blunt probably give you tonsilitis Add one hitter, multiply his stars by his jaw dividers Fans goin be like that n***a on the floor isn't Lyt he was ultraviolet You anthrax, I don't fear your threat Achilles when I spear your neck We could be next to Vegas or Asia, I'm still here Tibet.... Them flame guns, Shang Shung, take his spirit next I'll rob him big, it'll be ridiculousness when I give his dear a d**h My two bros like Cujo, leashes broken, 16s and .45s probably leave him open When you get Rock, Oh. You won't even know it They say KG's boof, I ain't bring navy troops But when I nine, knees jam when I raise your roof Your block can get pound for the white like the Lakers crew Turn Davonne Campbell's shirt to Campbell's tomato Soup [Round 2: Daylyt] KG the poet. To k** a clown I can show It This is your opportunity to show that we are both equally dope. Cocaine, but don't blow it Everybody knows I'm [?], lines crack, a bargain is what we show him. Set him up We say we got a half a brick for sale and that this Kumbaye, then My Lord is where you going The sharp lines point at you, the spear bended Your a** break-out cos you on a c-rash course, you can get your c-areer ended Fears pending in my heart,as my heart from I'll show him that I'm too heart for him You mark, boom, I bust, I bust in the front. Leave a rose in the park for him It's just an art form. I'm just a great westeren, n***a. That's where the form at [?] century, great westeren, n***a. Where the format? I'll be undefeated like a floor-mat. For centuries cos of the fear tat Get hit with a gun, one of my n***as got a care package. That's the sh** KG The Poet? You should be familiar with poetry, right? sh** that pound ears, wait, hear it? The heat is to be or not to be? When I squeeze it it shake spirits No extendo clip, just a standard one that holds about 8 digits A Arsonal, make sure your life come up short- I hate midgets Who's responsible for this n***a career, they might say they did it or they did it No-no-no-no. Day did it! Your chest gon' feel ho! ho! ho! I Saint Nick it, night They hear it but don't see the body, you live a cricket life I put a hole in you, wall. Somebody get the mice Two guns in the b**h. I am Tomb Raider Alicia Keys is in my DNA, so playing the piano is what I do [Round 3: KG The Poet] You disappoint me Davone. You see there was once a day I could witness That Daylyt with writtens could be top, say, 5 for instance But I don't know if it was the yay lines Or the inner place where your gay pride existed But once you showed us the moon we all knew Daylyt was finished First round, Day spitting bout k clips and pitching the yay bricks Second round you choked like the spurs went and did up in game 6 Third round, this n***a get up with gay sh** I don't know about y'all but Vegas Boulevard at noon is the only time I'm tryna witness the day-strip It don't matter that you roll with papers and I don't mean that you didn't create the joint You Chris Bosh, game 7, act a f*ggot but still ain't even make a point Lightning, yo, Lyt the frightening kind I despise that'd try to stand for antics more than he actually write in his rhymes or actually stand bu*t-naked and in the next rhyme he's sniping a guy And this day J 6, do the math. July 4, 6 fireworks put Lyt in the sky You must have read about me so stop. You ain't living a savage life If you Yell, oh, well that won't slow me down if I flash the pipe ...Like Ca**ius' right Bullet enter sections when I catch you in traffic lyt I don't give a f** if you a con... Get rocked, North West, pop produce the flashing light The sh** you do in battles, it's not natural, Lyt Your b**h Anne, how's her bush? Heard it wasn't natural, Lyt Your style is half-a**ed Bun B but you are not Trill, Lyt The difference is you need Watts for the buzz, I'm like solar: I'm natural, Lyt Tech's fly out, if you large and jumping...exercise out Will strike this guy out Be sure you have a dock right next to Lyt house n***a, try me, act a threat, try me If this was real war, n***a, I'd fry Day, clap his flesh But since y'all dig this Day Day, this Friday after necks [Round 3: Daylyt] I said, being marked out is something you gotta deal with No matter how many Philly Swain keeping raps you got, it ain't gonna equal up to this "f** what you talking bout." [?] for a third verse I really didn't write a thing Then i said, wait a minute, this is KG the Poet, I know he got something for Day, so maybe that's not the rightest thing So I sat in my room writing for four days until I got that arthritis thing Now I am here, to show you I'm still a king, Arthur, right [?] Right, it's Tinkerbell. I'm about to light yo' b**h-a** up It's like his girl got a flat booty: n***a, your b**h a** s**! It's Friday right, right, right? When you get knocked the f** out I'll be Deebo screaming get your b**h a** up We fighting I'll right him, acting all mighty, somebody should of told your b**h a** duck What? You want this sh** to sail right? well it's time for you to walk the plank n***a what, you gon' die when I Bulma son in the water, you gon' need swimming trunks to survive You get what I'm saying, son? I'm too cold, b**h Tell your b**h "chill", I'll tragedy who*es beamer It's a Samsung. One phonecall and your Galaxy 4's ringing I see horsie inside of you. That mean your a** gon' curl up when it's high-tide Pensions. It's Afflalo celebration I'll be airing a high-five Wise-guys act tough behind wifi Fall asleep on a rollercoaster say they gon' ride lines down Pound the air out his mouth like a live sigh...ah Guy's die, bruised. Realist n***as understand I f**ed Cal up. Kung Pow. Thank you, black That was the best defeat I ever seen, they should have titled the battle a Young Miles ankle match The brink is that, f** what, I'mma spray, when I shoot the can Souls go Superman. Up up and away, whey! Punches is what a skinny man send When we hit a big. It's three little pigs. You'll find a knot by the hair on your chinny chin chin With that being said...