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a. ward vs. real sikh - king of the dot lyrics

[round 1: a. ward]
i was supposed to battle real deal in april of 2020 at blackout
it would’ve been his second chain defense
that’s when the pandemic happened and apparently my title match chances done came and went
but i’ve been at the top of battle rap, and they still givin’ me mid*tier names, make it make some sense
so yeah i’m p*ssed off
cause this is the second time real sick (sikh) popped up outta nowhere and kept me from a main event
what up sikh! this where the trouble ends
beatin’ me, harder than shootin’ three pointers, outside, with a gust of wind
on a double rim
i’m gonna get you with a couple friends
gully and nino bless gave me this dude’s name
organik, this is where that holy ghost drops, it’s a new strain
he get in and out of pockets, a 30 sent (cent); it’s loose change
wait arsonal got on the bulls, i’ma freestyle a few thangs
because they could’ve gave me real sikh (sick) in jersey and i’d have been jordan in the flu game
i said that is a blue flame from a butane
you a little lighter with the fire, you ain’t a true champ
dame lillard, you wanna buckshot or the smith & wesson (smif*n*wessun), welcome to my boot camp
you not a boss, url tells you what to do, they make your moves fam’
how is it that you rep ibattle everywhere, but i battle everywhere* and you can’t!
news flash, and it makes me wonder
why all of a sudden real sikh in toronto gettin’ plates this summer
they said, “he ill”, i put him at the pearly gates by supper
i don’t care if in the six, sikh, six, i’m handin’ out angel numbers
i said, ‘ganik, i gotta talk to you
why would you pay this brother?
wait? now cause he’s smack options aren’t that poppin’
you wanna bring him over to the easy league where the fans don’t boo so he can make a brand off it?
cause he couldn’t be a star on url in them real fights
so you brought him over here with the slap boxers?
you know, king of the dot, the easy league, where the fans never boo and you feel at home
i’m not dissin’ your league, i’m quotin’ exactly what he said about king of the dot on url to chilla jones
this is “the easy league where the fans never boo”, that made me feel ill
cause i know how much blood, sweat, & tears (tiers) you put into buildin’ this platform
workin’ overtime at that steel mill
and you bookin’ rappers who publicly spit in ya face
while the champ at home takin’ a chill pill
yo somebody tell me why i’m standin’ in front of sikh, why am i not standin’ in front of real deal?
you dissed king of the dot for some bogus reaction
so they the real fights? so this is fake? own it, i’m askin’
they got bare knuckle brawls on there? you know that he cappin’
ain’t tay roc and “almost fighter”?
ain’t k*shine known for the slappin’?
you said somethin’ about us bein’ an easy league?
yo, this got past awkward cause this is not an easy league
but guess what, while you was over there workin’ on your jab proper
workin’ on ya math hoffa
i watched the best canadian battle rapper ever put you in smack’s locker
how’s that for a slap boxer?
rest in peace pat stay. rest in peace pat stay
he should’ve stayed at home
all that workin’ out and liftin’ weights might get you a plate at n.o.m.e
but your greatest muscle can be your vocal chords and you chose to hate on bro
now a couple years later, you here but with a change of tone
you wanna be on an easy (eazy) league {gun c*cks} face a (of) chrome
{loso} do you wanna go to heaven?

[a. ward]
talkin’ ’bout king of the dot is the easy league, i ain’t acceptin’ that
you only here cause your peers gettin’ plates, and you ain’t bein’ fed the match
he said, “it’s the easy league”
only reason you were on summer madness is cause dizaster was acceptin’ that
so the next time you think about callin’ us “slap boxers” just head to smack
this is a wrap
cause i was here battlin’ franchise in my try*out
i love this king of the dot community
i done made a lot of friends and even my enemies, now we rock in unity
i would never diss ya league on another platform talkin’ foolishly
they always gave me comp’ and compensation
they gave me ops and opportunities
round 1!

[round 1: real sikh]
you quotin’ my sh*t wit’ chilla, we don’t remember it the same
if you think i was dissin’ the fans or organik, then you mentally insane
i only said this “the easy league” cause rappers like you were contendin’ for the chain
we got the christian hors*m*n
umm hum
i was in my armory for this match
this a different kind of ward i gotta whip past
he got a new way of talkin’ when he gets mad
soon as i heard him say “glock .40 on yo’ b*tch ass”
i said…{gun cl!cks four times} since he a horse i gotta cl!ck back
so ready to meet, you think i got this weapon in a presale
smith & wesson, .38 special was on retail
heard the description, knew that second he would see h*ll
yeah, sikh in the six with the six shooter, cause the devil’s in the details
i’ll have you regretting every time you’re saying your psalms
thankin’ god cause you was barely hangin’ on
ain’t even gotta shoot straight, with a banger drawn
i (eye) slanted on a horse; genghis khan
he say a bar, then say it backwards, that’s not an attack dawg
walk up on him all mad like, “what’s with all of the trash talk?”
you react, like, “i don’t want a problem. honest. ask lord.”
went from punchin’ in reverse to talkin’ in fast forward
this an act of god, burnin’ a body
before i shoot, i’ll pick up somethin’ new like i’m learnin’ a hobby
fight the nerds in ya posse
straight cross, turn to a zombie
the only time i punch in reverse is when i elbow the person behind me
what you think? you at home? cause you got more battles with this league?
b*tch, brampton’s 30 minutes away i disagree
i could go to yorkdale and recruit a bunch of sikh’s with me
walkin’ with the mall with a “rest in peace sidhu” tee
b*tch, i’ll take a beer bottle you left and break it in half
smash it on his head ’til they left his face with a gash
remind you of hannibal lecter’s cage when it cracked
cause ward’ll have a section that’s separated by glass
what? you gonna make fun of my style? and how it seems so fast
i’m ’bout to biggity biggity biggity beat yo’ ass
this vatican lover at mass with his dad and his uncle
don’t care if the pastor in front, grab a strap from the buckle
clappin’ at the establishment, every catholic in trouble
when i air out the joint like i’m crackin’ my knuckles
whoever fought with sikh forfeited
form george foreman sl!ck
1, 2 jab, then the third set up the fourth and fifth
hit up his temple then his midsection, back and forth with it
undertaker music, get your bell rung, then the organs hit
i order hits, give someone some change to run up, whatever they want
paid them up front to lay you under
so while you talkin’ ’bout mathew 22, john 3:16
i tell my shooter, “name a number”
get sprayed the f*ck up
good thing you be at them churches
gotta promise your wife when she die you gon’ craft a sermon
make sure the pastor’s workin’
and the casket perfect
so you can tell her that you love language is acts of service
you know how many random verses in my phone’ll be stored?
i’m reading them lines on the screen like, “what am i holdin’ these for?”
so rebranded them schemes, like an insanity plea
instead of wastin’ time in a cell they goin’ to ward
even though i’m whippin’ his ass, i’m kickin’ up knowledge
these are backhanded gems like the infinity gauntlet
.ibattle, url or king of the dot sh*t
sikh in the top 10 with this “biggity*biggity*bop” sh*t
been in the pocket, anybody can get it what’s poppin’?
you look like you listen to logic but be sh*ttin’ on rakim
thinkin’ the sh*t is hip hop, i’m switchin’ the topic
it’ll go from jigga and nas to some biggie and ‘pac sh*t
grippin’ up a chop’, bullet hissin’ when i shot it
like a happy custodian, they whistle with the mop stick
got sikh (sick) and a ward, locked in
set the perfect match
spin his head in circles fast when i bend and curve the grasp
’til every nerve of him snap, twist his neck and heard it crack
so he turn the other cheek, but won’t get to turn it back
you won’t ever work with smack, what you jot with the pen trash
all you have is reb*ttals when you start, but the rest ass
they don’t like your bars, only the bars that you said back
you freestyle, but i’m more known off of the head (w)raps
so what you gon’ say?
that most of my battles is somethin’ they ain’t saw?
cause i’m stuck on the app
well tell your brother loso them same bars
when your battles behind a paywall, the rappers get paid more
and you don’t gotta battle week to week for crumbs like a. ward
he’s slavin’
you slavin’ by yourself cause you want the title held
you’ll never be champion of the year, but you’ll always have the bible belt
jersey!
[round 2: a. ward]
my reb*ttal game crazy!
loso! your battles are on a stupid app!
it’s like url don’t want the christian to profit
this is some non*sense
you be tellin’ me, “follow god”
i be on the other side like, “i listen to gothic.”
i can pick up and c*ck it
he said, “don’t shoot real sikh!”
baow!
i guess i don’t really listen to logic
so don’t worry about loso, you need to worry ’bout jersey
get up with ya friend
’cause it can be the undertaker theme music, but you not finna sit up from the pen
you do not rap that nice
“two to his dome, the ruger is chrome
i got a mac but it’s not a computer at home
i’m in canada, lookin’ for you and charron
i’m in the views of your home, i’m shootin’ alone
nothin’ funny when the bullets goin’ through ya humerus (humorous) bone”
y’all endorsin’ this?
organik gave me five “plus 1’s”, tonight you gon’ see my crew
i’m finna give this square a 30, sikh’s (six) gon’ see why too
cause christ invited 12 over to feast, and i eat my food
with a full time job, and this month i battled 3 times 2
i’m not amused
cause for everyone thinkin’ he’s nice with that christian slander
i said “5 plus 1”, “square of 36”, “12 over 2”, “3 times 2” thinkin’ sikh’s (six) the answer
quit the banter, cause your style is not for url
that first round was fire, it’s unique, we see
so for a second i gotta talk about your relationship with p…e.d.’s
bro what the heck
somebody tell johnny bravo, king of the dot does not do don demarcos
yo who’s ya man?
up here lookin’ like jafar and the genie did a fusion dance
i’m not here to confuse the fans, it’s real sikh though
this week he in toronto, you can catch him cruisin’ through the six slow
hopin’ in the uber like, “do you even lift bro?”
n0body believes you be cookin’ in the bando
we don’t care that you shootin’ like you rambo
they call me when they need bars, i’m doin’ what you can’t bro
they call you when they need help…movin’ a piano
i’ll let a can’ go, a glock lift, and a couple fly like a c*ck pit
he get a drop kick, i got poise in (poison) the ring, watch how i talk sikh (sick)
you couldn’t make a wave if a rock skipped
i open doors, i’m the top pick
then it’s back to the tropics
i’m in florida, livin’ off the keys like a locksmith
get you boxed quick
for the bands, it’s a body, and a round, like a mosh pit
then pull up to punjab, at ya office
i’m feelin’ fine, (k)not sikh (sick)
then put his head in the sand like an ostrich
this preposterous
cause for a second, i actually forgot that you were a gym rat
and me and you and all these people know that if we actually got into a fight…you would win that
big facts
so if anybody in here see and this heavyweight get it shakin’
he gonna try to biggity biggity beat my ass
and i’ma try to diggity diggity deescalate the situation
yo, i am amazin’
i’m in the six ’til next friday…debo
i’m from kc, but knoxville made me…steve*o
you not here cause you been the best…we know
you here ’cause you friends with bless…nino
[round 2: real sikh]

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