King of the Dot - Ness Lee vs Pa** lyrics

[Round 1: Pa**] It’s Pa** verse Ness Lee This a long time in the making Since the Grind Time days they was tryna find a stage ’cause the guy’s rhyming amazing But not today, you get blindsided by the basics n***as ain’t got no love for you? Well it’s a fine line with the hatred Ain’t no commonplace I concentrate In the confines of the cages An Oakland n***a had to get more bars locked This Guantanamo Bay sh** Face it Ay yo Yung Ill! It’s called Blackout, n***a, not back out That’s a subplot But what’s the blood clot they giving me f** it, anybody can get it within a one-block vicinity What, son forgot? How Yung not remember me? Gun shot, one pop, unlock your memory But Ness Lee: what you popping ’bout? sh** this battle might be better as a boxing bout Yeah I be saying sh** that’s out of pocket, partner Cause my partners will really turn your pockets out Don’t get dropped in the place, that’s what this not about But you can get clocked in your face if you don’t watch your mouth And don’t be trying to say that you a D-boy You got these people bugging Only time you had dough on a brick it was a pizza oven Cut the cheap discussion You could be six feet deep for nothing d**h could be the repercussion I put you to sleep you meet the Reaper cousin Curse him while I curse him it’s the Reaper cussing Learn this I’mma teach him something Burn another leaf to function n***a I ain’t even wanna diss you for being on Interscope I mean that sh** is dope But you supposed to be winning, folk How you still living broke? If you was ghost-producing, ghostwriting, giving other n***as your illest quotes Just to get dropped and get no credit, I guess he still a ghost But you still be like “Yeah I was on Interscope, it wasn’t no big deal” Yo quit trying to be a humble bragger You don’t even get enough credit for being Atlanta’s first mumble rapper What’s up with this sh**? Quit running your lips if you gon’ stutter, stumble and mumble the sh** That’s wack, you Bernie Mac black sum’ of a bish’ [Round 1: Ness Lee] I said P-Nut backed out in the last minute Ay Aaron, thanks for f**ing me over But you light-skinded, you ugly, your name starts with P And you a piece of sh** So I ain’t gotta write too much of this over Lil’ n***a, what’s that sh** you talking ’bout? Lil’ n***a watch your mouth You said this would be better as a boxing bout? n***a you see these guns, b**h I’d knock you out You been spitting worthless verses lately Even the way you word ’em’s lazy If you hurt then take leave, you been looking nervous baby We want that old Pa**, that Wolverine berserker raging I mean that sh** used to look like a movie: ‘When Nerds Get Angry’ But you get more than you worth, you face me I’m more well rounded than a flat-earther may think If you don’t hate this herb then turn away please When D’s search your place they’ll find you looking like you never learned to say cheese I’ll break your sternum, leg, vertebrae, spleen You’ll be laid stiff, with your eyes open sh** look like you had a perverted daydream And all that gaining your courage while you burn a grape leaf Gon’ end up getting you high, wasted like Wird of Pley jeans I am hurricane, swinging at a hurricane speed I’m a deity, my claims ain’t as absurd as they seem I could terminate your term in eight weeks The term for how I determine what the detours meant to be determined You heard of the verdict it’s curtains like the jury’s hating He earned it I line ’em up perfect I cut his hair with Beijing Short of breath, new colors in your flesh permeating By the power that my arm forces you’ll be turning navy You’ll see firsthand which way the pearly gates swing After I lean him with a flurry Sigourney can’t weave Then flee the scene before the police can get to the doormat But I mentally go back: I’m thirty days clean My mind’s cold and you don’t have a cure for brain freeze I’m Herman Cain mean, a circuit training is my current main squeeze If your main concern is safety make sure that your front line got perfect aim But what’s a turret when Sherman tanks lead? So they blowing up your head when they tell you you’re amazing Charge into the game and you’ve incurred a late fee Think you’re bigger than you are and you’re a Nate Your innate ego that tells you that you’re an eight Is where I’m urinating I said you be going off in Oakland like a veteran do But being good outside of Oakland is something you never could do I said the Oakland Raiders have just been subjected to move Outside of Oakland, let’s just hope that they can do better than you You speak like you like to fight Well indeed, I am intrigued My mind is wired like a machine Left straight real quick if my right don’t complete LA Gears b**h, that means I’m light on my feet And in my hood, they like to steal a n***a’s lighter then leave But I misunderstood, I steal on n***as lighter than me Rock ’em to sleep and peel off If I say I leave this mark in the streets Don’t be waiting for no tires to screech [Round 2: Pa**] Man, you landed in Canada Got excited just to be hanging out with a lot of rappers I know I’m good if I hit the plug right before I hit the plane, I know a lot of factors n***as balling in the Six, but they not the rappers Miss me with that bullsh**, I’m Serge Ibaka but I dodge it faster Ness pop back up, get your back popped Now your posture back up Can’t breathe, you need a oxygen mask If we boxing back up Man you look and sound dumb as f** I’ll f** this whole function up I’ll puncture your lung I’mma jump for what When I could split your middle like a blunt getting cut And dump your guts You supposed to be a legend But why don’t you get paid more? We can’t even evenly wage war You sick, Ness but I’m cancer at stage four What they bring you to the stage for? You don’t gotta ask if this the best This cla**ic sh** cla** dismissed to rest Your sh**’s a mess n***as wanna pa** the litmus test But Pa** the litmus test This some brand new sh** that I had to dig for Ness Switch the opponent on you, damn how much you get for Ness? But these weak-a** rappers not showing up, that’s how you get finessed Man I’m bringing that capital back to California Shout out to Sacramento, but I’m from Oakland Home of hieroglyphics, n***as tag your temple Yeah, we don’t do the trust game It’s like you gotta keep one in the car, that’s clutch man When you ride with the sh**, you drive with the stick But it’s not just a Mustang, it’s a must thang n***as don’t bang colors so they just bang But f** that, yeah I like to scrap I ain’t scared ’cause dog large, he goofy I’m Gucci, we do it all hard We squabble I leave him red black and blue like a squad car Next to him I’m like a stick figure? That stick figures, he off guard My sh** split ya’, I hit quicker Big n***a we go hard In this battle rap sh** n***a I’m y’all god I’m ominous, omniscient with it I got a different vision Trying to move these numbers I’m an arithmetician Like your crew get ate by the 4-2 but that’s quick division Your b**h is tripping, pistol whipping Crack your head can’t make up your mind I make the split decision I got it mapped out: f** a resume, put the stats out Every rapper got smacked out So I had to come back out to Blackout and black out [Round 2: Ness Lee] I said you can aim it and co*k it Bang it and pop it But I need you to come to this battle the same way you came to this battle: Keep all that shade in your pocket I remember when you had that cla**ic matchup with Hollow, son n***as was debating, they ain’t know if you or Hollow won They said that n***a Pa** got the second, they gave Hollow one Then Hollow battled Budden and Lux And you battled…..n***a Hollow won I said we been cool, I produced a couple songs for you So as a friend I’m concerned your run was too long for you ‘Cause you been out here losing, n***a, this the zombie you n***a you lost to Bishop, what the hell is wrong with you? I said you used to airing out and tearing down crowds and cheering out loud But now all we hear around town is ’bout you wearing down, how? ‘Cause you been out here losing to your self When you want me to take this mirror down, now? They tell me Ness, bring the lyricism back bro So I’m Christopher Rivers when he’s listening to Fat Joe And I’m sitting in the château I tell him how we similar then I sit him in my shadow Woah, how this n***a think he winning when he that slow? See how a pro laps him if I hit this little a**hole? Pause He think it’s all cinnamon and apples till he get a Bender versus P Nut Heavy coughing in the middle of his battle I’m sending him and it’s intense He’ll spend his life behind these bars, I’m ending him in a sentence Points inside of points like independent in a pendant And no matter wrestling match or crafting an effortless rap I’m pinning him in an instant Jeez, he’s ruthless But you Stacy Dash when she play the preteen Clueless At a hundred percent, you never seen me losing Just be ready to go out like a PE student Truly if you knew me then you’d know that this a new me Like ring, ring ‘Who dis?’ I eat, drink, sleep, breathe clean sweep music You see that he’s a beast, when you swing he do this Weave, weave, weave, weave, weave, stupid! Let’s get it clear, boy We are not peers, boys I see the future, you getting this joy here boy I’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoiding, you hear boy? And I feel like roasting, bring that a** here boy! I said you old, we-don’t-know-what-you-are-in-the-race-a** n***a You old, internally-conflicted-in-the-face-a** n***a You old, whenever-you-hear-a-cop-say-‘Chase that n***a’ Your black side run Your white side chase that n***a And-that-backpack-you-be-wearing-is-stupid-face-a** n***a You old, ‘I like to move it, move it’-face-a** n***a Soon as you start to think you’ll see this geek son mean Never forget, Warriors blew a 3-1 lead [Round 3: Pa**] You ain’t just dark, Ness Rest in peace to King Charlie Murphy, but you Darkness My bad, you ain’t like that? Well if you don’t you can get the world’s blackest violin ‘Cause every time I see you, I want to be like ‘Hello, dark Ness my old friend’ What you came out here to Blackout just to out-black me? How special I’ll bet you this crowd gets you Well let me tell you, the only reason I even came out here was to out-Ness you I’m a young black militant n***a with melanin Done yapping, willing to settle it Untapped sk** set Gun clap grill spill in your lap You smell the evidence Don’t get it then you forever dense My name rose to prominence Leave him defeated, he leaking, his confidence Can see your stream of consciousness But, can’t tell if you conscious, Ness So, put the nickel to your noggin since He need some common sense Now I know why you not moving sh**, with the music sh** It’s a lot of technical Yeah you a rapper’s rapper, but it’s got the best of you It’s like trying to push a wheelchair up stairs It’s not accessible But you just keep saying that you don’t want to dumb it down And that’s how n***as with the most talent get stuck in the f**ing underground But I’ll never fall off, I just bounce back And call y’all dumb But you never even been on a platform that you could fall off from Even though them white boys on King of the Dot don’t always say Ness Lee’s awesome But, you just know how it to play it well You gotta be like the least cool rapping n***a from the ATL Like yeah, that way You look like you work at a Subway Yeah, that way Your lips the same color as a ashtray Hold up, wait a minute You see how I did it? When I come back out and black out my sh** sound different If you come to from a blackout you really sound different I’ll be the last man standing when this round finish I give, work to your block I give your town bidness, n***a [Round 3: Ness Lee] f**ing wild, he said I don’t want to dumb it down, like that was true f** is you talking ’bout n***a I had to dumb it down to battle you I said Bender you used to be the main attraction But he’s faded to black since And fans still faithfully asking when we’re making it happen Every time I’m not announced versus you, they get to spazzing Like, ‘Where’s Bender?,’ I’m like, I don’t know Somewhere painting some wack sh** Or music over battling Considering how mild his morale is I figured he’d be more radio active Wanna see me and that little n***a spar You gotta make that nancy care again So I reach and hit him with a bar But he might keep running I mean, he did get washed by P Nut And he ain’t nothing but like the light me or something And if you keep writing you might delight me with something Tell your chick I’m the sh**, b**h, I might need a blumpkin She slick like my dick print, invite me to luncheon Some insight to live with you might be a luncheon You get hype I Trick-Trick your life, repercussions Your windpipe get slit with a knife, reconstruction If you have any questions the cla** is in session A couple more battles for measure Then I’m snatching that necklace A mean ‘bow will leave Rone with a lasting impression Hello I am Ness I can break ice in a matter of seconds You haven’t noticed, P Nut got Pa** in his presence Man that n***a be rapping like Pa**, like Pa** isn’t present Like you the old Pa** And he the Pa** of the present Pa**ing with an impression of Pa** Like Pa**’s past is impressive That man done pa**ed Pa** in progression Managed to catch Pa**, and ran with it Damn, pa** interception And y’all used to gas Pa** Now Pa** a** and when you gas Pa** you really pa** gas by retention And all that pa**ive aggression in Pa**’s aggression Gon’ land Pa** in a dream inside a dream Y’all gon’ see Pa** in inception He get mad and try to take it past words You gon’ need some caps, Wurdz That’s pa**word protection This whole Pa** section was for P Nut As he’s made Pa** an obsession But I’m past that, now it’s a Pa** intervention I’ve already had a chat with Pa** as a rapper and checked him Now I have to rap with Alex Jenney, the man and the legend You been lacking in your standards And as a fan it’s depressing Now your work is in jeopardy, Alex is Alex Trebek-ing You gon’ be stuck here your whole life You should use that as a weapon to lend your career its own ice And you ain’t Alex Ovechkin