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kid chaos vs. real sikh - urltv lyrics

[round 1: real sikh]
in our whole class, you be talkin’ the most
it kinda gettin’ me mad
i’ll make you shut the f*ck up, i’m tired of listenin’ to that
fire in this entire environment with a mag’ and shoot this whole sh*t up to quiet kid in the class
i’ma rip him in half
been pushin’ for the smoke, line up rookies in a row
i put a bullet in they dome
said i shouldn’t be this cold, but you can only understand my point of view if you lookin’ through a scope
i’m puttin’ on a show, he dyin’ the whole time
ridin’ wit’ iron i’ll hit his eye with a .4*5
prolly get the left and right ’til he go blind
like debatable battles, fire on both sides
wanna start war? bomb thrown in his face
his arm goin’ this way
his torso outta frame
rest of his body parts fallin’ on stage
his name “chaos” so i’ma have him all over the place
steam ain’t better
creep wit’ lethal weapons i keep berettas, sneakin’
reach for metal than he could get a gun b*tt
leave a dent in it ’til i give the voice in his head a speech impediment
keep ya energy
hope all of it’s spent well
you scream?
i grab you by your collar and then yell
like, “yo, what up?” then his talkin’ just went frail
after i yoke him he’ll be walkin’ on eggsh*lls
so sit cool
sikh rude
get stupid, swing too, i dip/move
hit dude with a quick boop
kick through him, big boots
with chin music, we switch to the six*shooter
the revolver, like fake news i put a different spin to it
i’m in your crib pacin’ the hall, put your head through sheet rock
get the neighbors involved, sh*t break through brick layers and all
i pull the tom’ out and have kid facin’ the wall
i’m sikh
my religion taught me warrior tactics
slowly will stab his gut forward and backwards
pokin’ his abs when his organ collapse he dyin’ on the inside like he holdin’ a laugh in
i go to the max, his dome’ll get clapped
blown out of proportion, he over dramatic, i want him thrown in a casket
i’m showin’ him ‘matics
with my fingers crossed, cause i’m hopin’ it happens
i know you wanna call time, i’m done son
i ain’t tryin’ to have this battle tied at 1*1
y’all think i’m gonna be the guy this chump slumps?
alcohol poisonin’, you got sikh (sick) f*cked up
jersey
[round 1: kid chaos]
one, two, buckle my f*ckin’ shoe
knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
what’s up real sikh?
my name is “default”
and i’m the ideal battle rapper
so chaos thought it would be best if i meet you first
cause he’s concerned
that you’re a little too naïve about this here battle rap sport
so there’s some things you need to learn
so again b*tch my name “default”
you ain’t ask me when i come
i bring havoc, wild ravage, attackin’ him from the jump
boy you average, and i be spazzin’, boy you think your rappin’ gon’ get me done?
yeah?
well what you gon’ do when i do a setup and end it with an *n*logy for a gun?
i’m askin’ homie, huh?!
whatchu gon’ do sikh?
you need a tool kit
i know you ain’t built like that cause i’m the blueprint
i do this
you ain’t even a fraction of me
so you get two fists
drop bombs on bin laden over here and make the room spin
oooh sh*t!
did you just see what i can do?
i just made a racial punchline that doesn’t actually apply to you
and half the people liked it too
the other half find it cool and yeah that style supplies the noose
but i’m tryin’ to help you get inside the loop
boy i’m the truth!
where y’all find this dude?
i know he average and i go dumb hard

…
i have nothin’ to follow that just know you can’t go too long in a battle without a gun bar
baow!
so baow!
now i gotta hold like it’s a fo’ fifth
baow baow
i did it again but this time it was combined with a flow switch
ooh sh*t!
but that don’t trip, right?
cause even if it happens that you spit the raps them cats choose
i’ma still look like a winner
b*tch i’m part of a battle rap group
i am n.w.*cave*horse*every f*ckin’ gang
and we go to our a.a. meetings so yeah in the past we’ve had boo’s (booze) but now we get drunk off our juice
see we know how to get a buzz without actually have proof
that means we’re literally punch drunk
so anyway
back to where y’all found this dude
anyone can do what this clown can do he’s out there*
f*ck!
i keep tryin’ to break down this dude with a pound to shoot
but every time i try my settings just won’t allow me to
hold up give me a second
f*ck it, liftin’ the weapon
it don’t matter what i say, long as i got plenty aggression
this end in a second
you think your lyrical miracle sh*t is impressive?
that don’t get a connection
do you know how many current events i can reference?
or how many bars i can reuse of which we’ve heard endless impressions?
for instance just check it
i’m ’bout to put you in a box cause my gift is my presence (presents)
i am sick!
sayin’, “sikh, you better get with the program
cause i’ve been on my sh*t, ever since i’ve been programmed.”
i used to have my own identity and style, never listen to no man
and now…wow, every battle i know the competition has no chance
so what i’m givin’ you bro ham, is that work

look at this as a blessin’

chaos will turn and i hope you ’bout to get the message

he ’bout to return so before the cameraman lenses can catch him
they gon’ see me goin’ on and on and on cause i’m just a reflection
[round 2: real sikh]
your fans told me you a god with the ink
well your writin’ better be exquisite
if he’ll bring the weaker writtens i will beat him senseless
paramedics speed to fix him
that means that if the god of the ink come (income) below average he gon’ need assistance
against lu they had him losin’
how is he the number one seed comin’ into this
but me and jey had battle of that night (nite)?
think stupid
he can’t compare to me or jey (jay) and be first seed, kid blew (blu) it
sayin’ he got snubbed, i hate y’all dudes
at least we gettin’ paid while we pay our dues
so i’ma take yours too
raise my tool like, “you got robbed last event? this deja vu.”
i make my moves
this raisin’ stock for me ’til i get paid a lot by beas’
i’ma take deposit fees with a blatant robbery
like the reganomics scheme that’ll make your pockets clean like a vegas slot machine
this ain’t a lot for me to get three rounds done
material i ain’t even spend a week on son
don’t think that name flippin’ sh*t is beyond us
i do numbers with kid’s name like elon musk
i knew i’d be on one when they booked him for me
against nitewing i got my foot in this league
but i wanted to cook him for free
so i could’ve took nite (night) light and put kid to sleep
south carolina vs. the devil from jersey, send him to surgery
deadin’ him early, extendo is dirty
his head got every round, no body, this a gentleman’s 30
they said he was worthy, like he deserve a plate
i sent an early great to the pearly gates
got the nerve to say he got star power potential
i murder case so when he say he got somethin’ “special” it’s a .38
your first mistake was ignorin’ every thought you had about backin’ out
and goin’ through the door
now talk is an option i ain’t explorin’ anymore
the hammer get rid of chaos, order in the court
this ordinary war
i’ve been too locked with a pistol c*cked, an issue can get you shot
you shouldn’t take me light, you get sent to god
n0body took me for a joke, so kid you not
sikh
[round 2: kid chaos]
ultimate…sadness
you know to be honest, i don’t quit sh*t
but i almost let them “nahs” influence me to end this
but i’m glad i never washed my hands with it
i would’ve never had the opportunity to get sikh (sick)
b*tch it’s chaos
i take off
cause my style is a departure from anything they saw
it’s like a mob meeting you know what i bring to the table is i push the envelope
and i’m just hopin’ that it pays off
so say dawg
you might be big on some buff sh*t
and physically many think i may be too little to budge him
but you ’bout to get your come upance
cause if y’all get a gut feelin’ from brother than y’all should leave if y’all feel sikh (sick) to your stomach
i mean they say you the favorite
but with a nickel i can put some change in the top pick
but that’s a different discussion
but you come from the immigrant struggles
and maybe that’s why they felt the need to get you a custom (accustom)
now i’m not to turn this into me coming at his religion, but f*ck it
how you sikh, and in a tournament tryin’ to prove you were sick?
i thought y’all didn’t believe in gettin’ no judgement
hmm?
no, no, no, no
you not real sikh, tryin’ to prove you real sick like a scammer took your identity from you
no, no, no, no
you not real sikh, tryin’ to prove you real sick like you tryin’ to get some prescriptions to hustle
and that get me to struggle
aww sh*t, his top hit
watch this
you know his blood streamin’ when his arm twitch
now the dog whip, and i get locked quick
so like an auction i’ma have to do a bid to get the car flip
i’ma god, sikh
i mean, you know they used to call the kid a “rugrat”?
cause if you play in the pen you in trouble
and that’s somethin’ you should feel (phil) a lil’ to win (twin) this but brother we still gotta deal (dil) with each other
now you’re in quite the pickle my brother
but forget this discussion
shot through your achilles
the doctors can’t stitch ya for nothin’
no more house party’s for you, ‘less they can get a tendon (a ten in the) to function
let’s switch up the muzzle
baow
your head’ll leak like some information got decrypted or somethin’
now every secret you had will sit on your stomach
but how can we expect you to hold water if you kickin’ the bucket
b*tch i will shoot you
in… the face
…numerous times
the glock i’m sprayin’ will make a mess
i’ll pop a hater with the tec
his conscious raises then it fell
now everything he thought is layin’ on his breast
so when forensics got to the scene
they said, “it looks as if the shots were concentrated on his chest.”
boy whatcha thinkin’ ’bout?
you wanna prove you got heart, a life or death situation will bring it out
cause if threats is what you speak out loud
your death it shall be pr*nounced
i’m teachin’ english now cause really it really sounds like a silent letter
cause you won’t hear me be (b) in “doubt”
you see it now?
b*tch a motherf*cker stole $25,000 from me!
i don’t feel like i wasn’t passin’ god’s test
and to be honest, promises i made my mom
the reason motherf*ckas like you ain’t be robbed yet
i want the arms stretched
outside wit’ it, b*tch that’s a bomb threat
fresh out of prison with a semi
so if we ever misunderstandin’ i’m takin’ it out of context (con tecs)
you know, if you have a misunderstanding it’s taken out of context
god bless
but before i end this sh*t
you know how you could really benefit?
if you were to ever get some drip
you get a glimpse of this
contagious
take it from me
you with me sikh (sick)?
time

[round 3: real sikh]
y’all think that sh*t is hard
starting a long ass scheme instead of makin’ it simple
and then eight bars in you still ain’t in the middle
he’s not rappin’ he’s just…over explainin’ a riddle
he say so much, just to say so little
if all you have is schemes, it sounds like you startin’ class
let me put it in a way you’ll understand
toss them raps in a garbage bag
your material’s waste, if it needs to be broken down it belongs in trash
he don’t rap, he just over explains a riddle
he say so much just to say so little
he even scheme when he talk to chicks, he think he smooth low key
she’s like, “what’s battle rap. sounds cool. show me.”
instead of just puttin’ youtube on screen he gon’ start all the way from busy bee and kool moe dee
talkin’ ’bout how them two the true o.g.’s
he like, “back then, all them had to do it on beat.”
you gon’ lose those cheeks
by the time you get to mook in ’02/’03 it’ll be two whole weeks
it’s o.d
if somethin’ is simple he gotta change it
like with that chick blve cocaine
y’all was datin’ then y’all split
when they asked what caused the break*up, you know what she said?
“he made it complicated.”
he don’t rap, he just over explainin’ a riddle
he say so much just to say so little
you think punchin’ with a flow is so basic
it’s much worse to have a dope concept than over complicate it
if this boxin’ than i’m throwin’ combinations
he’s settin’ up the punch so long it’s in slow motion i can sway it
duck, uppercut, no more conversations
talkin’ ’bout your pen means nothin’ today
your pen is at home, i’m in front of your face
i’m done with this lame
i gotta talk to the fans
all the ones that was hatin’, i got somethin’ to say
y’all be payin’ for most these dudes at summer madness
they show up with two rounds in a battle they havin’
they get off stage, you say they had them a classic
“he’ll do better next time. it happens. it happens.”
us new guys be fightin’, no status just passion
fully prepped, and we the ones you fans are attackin’?
callin’ our rhymes “filler” that we crafted and practiced
like we the ones wrong for actually rappin’?
f*ck that
we travelin’ during a pandemic to provide entertainment for y’all cause the fans said it
i ain’t sayin’ “don’t have opinions”, you can judge us to death
but when you come up with your judgment show some f*ckin’ respect
and while i got a platform, i gotta bring this more attention
black lives matter, you either with it or against it
until this sh*t is ended it’s “f*ck the police” for their corruption and greed
no justice no peace
sikh

[round 3: kid chaos]
i say, now sikh, i’m offended
cause these last couple months i’ve been hearin’ you brag about this little position you’re sittin’
and i can’t help but get the impression that you don’t understand the extent of your privilege
you’ve been down talkin’ battlers with your nose in the air as if this sh*t is a given
yeah caffeine think you got a dope style
but you’re only being profiled cause you fit a description
i mean, don’t get me wrong, your pen be spazzin’
but don’t give us static
you went in the brackets cause you isn’t black
and therefore get to tap into different demographic
they can stand to make a mint to have ya
tic tac’s but that sh*t is backwards, smack switch ya tactics
i mean, i sense your passion
but in yo’ battle with jey you was dumpin’ on bro
sayin’ his chokin’ was stuntin’ his growth
and that should be easy not to do on a smack stage
b*tch, how the f*ck would you know?
you ain’t top tier
your “win” on smack was not clear
but now you the freshman tryin’ to tell the soph0m*re about high school?
hoe shut up, you just got here
now i’m not sayin’ what you spit is trash
but you shouldn’t even be in this class
you are absent sikh (sick) and to excuse that they felt they need to let you get a pass
now we can go tit for tat
but i don’t think you no seasoned vet
yes, eventually you could be the best
but at the current moment you’re a battle rap coupon
you’re hoping that this count (discount) cause you tryin’ to redeem yourself
i mean come on bro
i know ya homies they love you and that go to ya head
but that slowly grows to a moment that exposes yo’ flesh
but anyone that quote it would yell go to home alone and stay promoting yo’ health
you don’t quarantine with n0body else
and that way sikh (sick) can finally get over his self
b*tch!
boy can you shut up?
cause ya luck’s up
like the beginning to a law & order scene boy you’re done done (dun dun)
you think i give a f*ck if you buff brah?
uh huh
stupid, you’ll still get robbed for what you
got took in two
pop, get ya shoes, shot
so it’s leg day
and i’m behind him makin’ sure got it and i make dude spot
so when i let it go what he gon’ do? squat
oooh god
what?
aww sh*t, look out
i’m on the run like a crook
clip long as a ruler, uh oh, something’s a foot (afoot)
face shot
me and you two weeks ago, i’ma f*ck up a look
yeah, just shoot the guy, keep my movie rights cause this one’s for the books
and before i go
i wanna say rest in peace to george floyd
i’m so glad we don’t gotta watch nfl right now
no lines or fouls or no hikes or downs
but we still gotta watch a black man and ain’t no f*ckin’ quarterback take a knee
and have his time run out
and that make me wanna run out the clock
any one of them p*ssies that resemble a threat
cause if i watch my brother or sister die instead of being with them in death, i couldn’t live with myself
and that sound lonely don’t it?
but see the worry deep cause when ya turn to see ya hurtin’ people
would rather turn the cheek or turn to jesus
hatin’ everything about slavery except for the f*ckin’ religion they gave us that inadvertently encourage evil
and that’s the same bible they swear on when the jury see you
they prefer you feeble
it’s not crooked cops, it’s a crooked system
h*ll, i don’t trust attorney’s neither
but on that i’m a firm believer
what y’all gon’ tell me though?
“that don’t make no sense chaos just let it go.”
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m goin’ out shootin’
so afterwards you can call me, “stupid”, i’ll never know
cause i’m dyin’ first
soon as it look like i might get hurt
too many times i ain’t seen complying, now i’m absurd?
cause i won’t let a racist system that didn’t give my great grandfather human rights at birth
dictate to me what my life is worth?
f*ck that
i’m shootin’ first, i’ma leave it up to them to bust back
this is a warrior’s cry, a far cry from a tough act
cause i love “black”
but it seem like we always takin’ an l when we don’t get that love “back”
and i know we as battle rappers are pr*ne to hyperbole
but these words i speak are just facts
it’s gon’ to be hard to trump that
so i’m sayin’ god, and it’s more than what i do with these bars
even down to the tune where i’m truly a star
you think you provin’ me wrong than go through all my songs
and there be m.i.a., music is art
south carolina

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