King of the Dot - Real Deal vs Rone lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] So I always said there was one person I would never battle So this here is a contradiction So I had to see him different cause both of us on a mission I realized that's not my boy, that's just a slithering politician Cause there's no friends in this rap sh**, it's only competition And we're battling for this, so try to take my heart You get lit up like I hit a f**ing break light hard There's a new sheriff, please let that grapevine start f** a great white hope I'm a great white shark As far as battling, this is Pittsburgh and Philly best rappers But I always hated [?] so I hate their X-Factor Since a child all those props are fake [?] It was contact on sight like I worked at Lens Crafters You a bum, like the rest of the 40 1-2 Your boy [?] like, "Yo, we're drinking 40's. Want two?" Then how many will you drink those 40's? One? Two? And you'll probably be up on it til you're 41 too Up in [?] kick little Trev's 40 1, 2 I will coach Coach Trev', watch 40 1-2 If 40 was dropping on Smack that he gets [?] Soon as I pull up it's going down like Steph Curry Yo, your man talks sh**? Right cross over your shoulder It will get you crucified, right? Cross over your shoulder He tried to dap it up like he only getting meal paper I drop the stick in your back, yeah I call that sh** a Deal breaker Yo, you always on Mac Miller's dick He's barely f**ing with you How you trying to come up off someone that's eight years younger than you? You made B.E.T. for the battle but never for the tracks So that's a promise Deal, you could B.E.T. on that You're always begging me for [?] and I'm always rewarding ya Now I'm feeling like a father because I gave son his formula So I got no bars today about whatever son is teaching I got no fake tales about what everybody's teaching But to tell you that I made it through school with a ton of cheating You [?] eyes on my paper that I never [?] to read What? I will pay your girl students just to f** with your plan dawg First [?] tampons slapped right in your scantron [?] just for the pure joy of k**ing a teacher's pet I'm wilding, your grown man sh** can't move me I'm at McDonalds, f** you and your fast food speech I'm living right up in a life that is past your reach Cause everybody knows that those who can't do; teach [Round 1: Real Deal] They said this the battle of Pennsylvania Pittsburgh and Philly He's not really from there so that's absurd and silly But y'all wanted a fiend, and now you got him repping the sh** The truth is this is the battle for Pennsylvania Pittsburgh vers'- (Okay, what you're gonna do is you're gonna get off the turnpike, but you wanna stay on 77...) In other words, you live 200 Miles From Philadelphia But you my homie little Roney, I f** with you cuz And since you wanna claim Philly I'ma give you tough brotherly love Bars, I could let the gorillas talk to him like Amy did in Congo But I'm like Lebron though, SWAT show up on the block if he try to take it like Tiago Switch it up, fisticuffs, Drake him with a combo I'm one brew in going [?] in Toronto Oh, that's a reference to that [?] tip your caps cause that [?] They said they might not feel it though I said, "Well I ain't feeling Rone." Adam think he fly know, Adam trying to feel his oats/Oates Hold on, "Adam" "Oates" "Bruins" "flies" "caps" Damn, it's like y'all need to deal with [?] Plus, don't Adam Oates have a deal to- Aye, I'ma stop hot here, you don't compare It's like watching a polar bear go and tear from a Tamagotchi You? Have gotten co*ky Fresco came and he [?] It was sad wartime, we saw Adam (atom) bomb like a Nagasaki I'm hot as McDonald's coffee, you don't like? Sue me then Y'all really got me fuming with this Puma wearing hooligan I stick and move and then an overhand will drop him like Quick jab, you ain't McNabb, stay in pocket five From sports [?] to angles to jokes Nothing in this battle sh** I've yet to master You're so f**ing sweet, after you battle people they turn diabetic after f** you and all your preppy friends that like to tie their sweaters backwards You are not fly as hell Rone, you just have male flight attendant swagger I don't usually do props, and I'm not doing this to be funny But Adam, have a Snickers, you're kinda h*mos**ual when you're hungry [Round 2: Rone] So, I know sh** that could get you fired from your job dawg sh** that could f** your day to day sh** up I know sh** that could make your son look at you different I know sh** that could f** your relationship up Y'all think you know the Real Deal? Well I bet I know him better I seen an underside of Trevor he can barely hold together Throwing up in my backseat on [?] on his sweater A lifeless, limp body like a freshman at a kegger You leading America's youth, covered in puke? I'm thinking, "Damn, son Just because you're not in cla** doesn't mean you can't have some." Like, you got attention to detail, it's clear in all your bars dawg Well how about some attention to detail in the interior of my car dawg? All I can see is phony bars, son isn't really [?] You'll get covered in all white like you play for Real Madrid You don't even [?] so that sh** from [?] is fake So after I k** him, how is his son gonna inherit Real's estate? Maybe if you weren't fakely in Dot Mobb, you might get respected more I thought they were shooters from Harlem So what'd they get you for? Tech support? Like, you're not a real member of Dot Mobb, you're just one of their lame supporters If they got infrared beams you got f**ing laser pointers You're not your team's quarterback, you're your team's token white guy If you got a Mac in the back of the Ac', you are stealing your neighbors wi-fi Yo, but I thought you joined it for support, they had your spot locked down Well then how come none of the Dots are in the Dot right now? Unless you counted Daylyt, well if so that's fitting Cause I added two dots when I wrote this k**ing You aim low, my aspiration [?] than yours I could field any course, you're the feel of a cork Like you think about your gift for like Clinton, Bush, Gore You're thinking [?], I'm thinking, Bill, Al, George You called Okwerdz to apologize for those bad [?] lines Cause you got voted by some little f**ing [?] So if you go too far at the ending of your bars I expect a sincere apology right afterwards And you played offensive center in football in high school without impressive [?] You couldn't make the next level but you gave it your best and tried Well battling Okwerdz sh**, it ain't really a special find And you were never really built to handle offensive lines And you might go get mad Real, but I'ma keep it mad real You started in the gutter man you stuck up in the rat wheel [?] and impressive when it's all that you have Deal But you ain't really bad Deal you just got a bad deal [Round 2: Real Deal] Battle rappers call each other "gay" all the time, it's just battle banter But if I say you "gay" today, homie I mean it, take that as candor Your preference is common question, we're waiting for Adam's answer You're funny like Adam Sandler but "funny" like Adam Lambert You ran track in high school, the relay team It was like y'all was brothers Let me get this straight, you wore cootchie cutters, tank tops and pa**ed pipe to each other? You probably used your freshman roomie's dick to pole vault you to the top bunk And judging by your size, if someone ever licked a shot in the sky, you'd see this broad jump Now I don't knock the fact that you went to college cause that's not how I feel I mean, I went to school too, it was popping for real The difference is I'm set, jumping steps and making sure they caught up on bills How are you so good at track but couldn't get a job in your field? Now aye, not to be too personal, he went to school for journalism I don't know what y'all think that actually is Too me that's pretentious pussies like you that write "news" and act like they give a sh** Can you imagine Adam Ferrone in the desert, parked out in the news van? Telling us about the terrible conditions and how children are starving in the Sudan Then he goes back to the five star telly, sips some wine and tries to tell us some views Well, it didn't happen, you're a busser and battle rapper I bet them Sudanese kids are eating better even than you You spent all the day at home, talking on the phone Praying to God that the debt collectors will consolidate your loan Rone, I'm pulling for you, really hope your album pays Cause if not, Penn State's gonna show you how half of the valley ain't You know Sallie Mae? She's waiting to f** you just like an alley rape Cause you signed up for the interest but slept on the Math like that Cali great But you're the suburban pretty hipster Soft rock, acoustic rapping don Influenced by John Mayer, yeah you better battle on Cause making tracks like Jason Mraz, somehow just ain't catching on Ironically now, even Travis wants to k** himself whenever they play Adam's song And, this is real sh**...personal I saw your ratchet a** mom on Brazzer's.com Giving foot jobs with balls on her feet getting her hacky sack on [Round 3: Rone] You're not a rapper You just rhyme as you spoke that sh** I tried to put a metronome to your last round, it f**ing broke that sh** But you the top battle honky? Knock him out his Abercrombie Anytime is a good time for 5:00 shadow boxing You think you got a hot style? That just makes me hostile You think you talking chess well I had a [?] Vice sh**, my veterinarian put your dog down No ,white sh**, veteran Aryians will put your dawgs down Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! That might've gone a bit too far with those last two bars But there's no way that I'm more Bradley Cooper than you are You're not racist to the point that you would start a Klan army But you would buy your daughter a dil*o before you bought her a black Barbie [?] I'm just trying to put up number like Matt Harvey And run through more Trojans than a frat party with Matt Barkley Well have y'all seen his girl? No wonder he's always rehearsing But I bet she's really cool and a really unique person And I bet those meat curtains smelly like street urchins and sea serpents Cause she was born with a dick like Jamie Lee Curtis Real talk, real talk You and I have gotten drunk together on several occasions Different places, city, states, sh**...even different nations And you come party with me but you can't compare you with me We blow our checks at the bar, you got a family to feed You taking battles out of state as a means to escape But every bad deal you make takes food of your son's plate And [?] treat you better cause you're such a nice guy But you let her walk all over you cause you're such a nice guy You f**ing have the least paid top tier battle rapper, so you know he ain't legit How you got "Deal" in your name and you can't negotiate for sh**? So you battle rap, as a way to hang on to your past Off of Day', you thought you could make it of of them raps Your son's the greatest thing you have You thank God for his a** But at the same time, it hurts when you walk through your path So between rap and work, you use your jobs to relax Bragging 'bout every day everyday like you're large [?] You f** around in the front [?] the back The only thing they learn is jerking off while you in cla** You shouldn't [?] like it's all that you have Instead of popping them bottles you should be popping them tags Buying clothes for your son, where your priorities at? Yo little Trevor?! (Yaah Yo!!) That's the way you talk to your dad! Who you think you fooling with? Real Deal's full of sh** What? You gonna punk me? Or is it, "we don't tolerate that bully sh**"? You try to toggle back and forth from villain to Chris Kringle Talk sh** on autotune and use it all over your sh** single Sometimes it's gun bars like you the best in the league Sometimes it's "I can pa** a piss test and my record is clean" Yo, I realign the image that he's got I don't wanna be your friend I want your f**ing spot So I saw an opportunity now I'm digging him a plot Yo, this is exactly what you get just for giving me a shot [Round 3: Real Deal] Now it breaks my heart to see somebody use their whiteness as a gimmick Like, "I'm white! I'm white! I'm white! I'm white! I'm white!" Alright...we get I'm white too, just like you, our pigments match true But I embrace it, you disgrace it, do the song and dance like the sh** is taboo I went to public schools, fly white dude all the sister's rapped to You went to Catholic schools, the whole staff was the cast of Sister Act 2 We wanted justice and there was none Y'all wanted justice and there was nuns We're screaming, "Don't trust anyone!" You screaming, "Where's my trust fund?!" Now I don't knock the fact that you grew up with a solid foundation But why do you hang around racist white people that say racist sh** That start of with, "Bro, not to sound racist but...." Can you imagine how him and them f**ing frat dude's kicked it? By the radio, waiting to be caller number 10 for Dave Matthews tickets Then they switch the station on the fly when a black dude visits I should take a Pabst Blue and f**ing smack you with it Now, true sh**, I didn't even wanna battle you Rone Just wanted to get on the card To call out a couple pussies who been acting like views is what set you apart Just by taking this battle, I prove I don't care who my friends and enemies are Everyone is getting these bars And it's not for hip hop cause I ain't Kendrick Lamar So, why go back to k**ing Rone when I can k** these URL rappers since they all scared? Chilla Jones is the biggest Mark to come out of Boston since Wahlberg DNA, you're a p**y too You don't wanna get with me either You scared as f**, keep it a buck like your little weekly special for features JC's b**h a** backed out Big bad Math said he can't diss me Yung Ill said, "Maybe someday down the road bro", yo man miss me Same f*ggot watched my battle with Magic like, "You the man!" Now they dodge me Cause I threw a wrench in the game like Patrick O'Houlihan Aye, I'm a breath of fresh air to an art that's on an iron lung The scariest white boy to hit URL, now that Iron's done They accept me but reject me, they treat me like some kind of square Organik's like, "We can't book that match, we ain't got that kind of fare." Well I got a couple bucks and I bored, I got some time to spare We can battle in my school auditorium and Arsonal can drive 'em there! Y'all said, "Real, when are you battling on URL? You need to drop a blog on who's next You've earned it, you deserve it a f**ing shot at these vets." But y'all bond with me right? Whether or not I get a shot at the best So that's right Smack White, they can't copy respect