Soul (Battle Rapper) - Real Deal vs Soul lyrics

[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]