King of the Dot - Rone vs. Big T lyrics

[Intro: Organik] We're going to jump right into the battle. All the way from Philadelphia, rapper to my right, introduce yourself [Rone] Man, you seen me in the f**ing streets. You seen me in the ring. Rone Baby The Prince Soon To Be The King.Let's f**ing go baby!Let's f**ing go [Organik] All the way from Chicago, making his Toronto debut, battler to my left, introduce yourself [Big T] Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Let's go. Y'all ready? [Organik] Yeah. Rone won the coin toss, Big T let's get it [Round 1: Big T] Big Terrance! I never seen 'em say "Adam" and make the crowd large See I didn't ask for this Organik picked, that's a wild card Just send me a couple thou' large and he a dead man, how smart? You get Terrance and Phillip the show in Canada like South Park Now start Ain't you from Grind Time New York? Now don't nobody even see you in a battle I get money in the garden, I don't think Adam even eating in The Apple Garden, Adam, Eve and Eden and the apple? That's the only time y'all gonna hear me repeating in this battle I run up on him with Glock eh... I can't do that style I touch that n***a whipping the ra... Not in this King Of The Dot crowd f** that Shalock, boom boom, blocka, blocka, BOW! I came in this game making Glock sounds and I ain't gonna stop now! Y'all got Mr. [?] in Canada I'm Mr. Psss Ting/poutine, silencer on it, TING! Dllalat dat doo 1 in 18 I use routines That was a reach but I'm reaching for two things when I'm shooting Dumping it Switch it up like a mood ring during a mood swing, you see?! You king? I heard you was selling coke in college dorms with your rich white friends sh**, I walk up to you like, "Hi guys." Giving hi fives, I'll fit right in Learning all of they connections on how they sneak white in Then come to/two body they connects like Siamese twins Friends? What could this guy do? This guy is food All I need is the laces on my shoe One call, papoo All you hear is "ahh ooh" I make a call and Tyrone/tie Rone up like Erykah Badu You better call Tyrone Cause the respirator gonna look like you telling the truth on the operator Flatline When I stop doing gun sounds? Unlikely, never He good...but you better hope the doctors better Cause I'mma give him the toast, they taking Patron shots together Get at 'em/Adam for the people I sent at 'em to get Adam I'm breaking Adam/atom down until Adam is broken down into atoms Like, where your kids Adam? I'm sick Adam I'll have my dogs sic Adam You know why Pat used to b**h Adam? Cause he started his Facebook page and he didn't add him Like...forget Adam, don't Facebook, call or Tweet Adam I'll beat the sh** out him, I'll point that M at 'em Now get ma'dam, I don't if I was Eve I'm stepping back from the plate like they throwing a pitch at 'em Point the [?] at 'em, remove his ribs out 'em Like God did Adam! What you want? Syllable rhymes? Man the simple is fun That's easy like a Christian or nun reading a scripture or songs There's two pistols on me, boom, boom, empty the gun The other one I raise without a care like an illegitimate son Didn't you say, "Black people don't raise they children?" You racist, Nazi f*g Guess what, I was raised by my mom and dad Like, I'm cool with black people That's until they driving fast Cut off in traffic and call 'em a "n***a" when they driving past When Daylyt was doing that Pat Stay, whipping the weirdest sh** You and 24/7 was the only people cheering and sh** sh**, cheers and sh** Slapping beers and sh** Like that's the best Daylyte all year and sh** TIME! [Round 1: Rone] So Organik hit my phone up! About this battle with T Well he Facebook messaged me and I texted him and he told me to call You know...international fees But Organik hit my phone up! I was taking orders and blazing quarters, he said, "How 'bout T?" I said, "He's outdated as a tape recorder" I said, "What about Pat? What about Shots? I exhausted a lengthy order Then I said, "All right T then" I was sounding like Ace Ventura So I took...T...on Flipped the switch and then T...off Like tee ball or a tee box, you a Scrub go ask T-Boz Oh that's the T? The audacity Brutality Calamities You'll get all that from me Royce? 50? They could go H.A.M. with me I got a profanity for any pro fan of T Your girl don't engage in honest T If she say the only man that she on is T So you need some friendship, some humanity But you look like a sea creature, you manatee They doubted I could pa** a T Like I don't have the capacity But you'll get stretched like a legra tee And I could do that with alacrity This sh** gon' be a travesty When I k** your a** in front of Travis, T So bring half of your team or relax against me And that's a sure fire way to make a casual-T So I heard you almost got signed to Shady Records Their whole staff been partial So you flipped out on your Chicago sh** Like, "What you gonna do for my brand then Marshall?" So they skipped him cause guys rowdy Now I'm collecting my bounty I'm from Philly but I run this show in Toronto, I'm Kyle Lowry But you second in your city Terry That's why they call you Pippen Terry And to say you don't get women Terry That don't take a visionary I mean, we could find a Mormon tourist in Europe and you still couldn't hit it missionary No one wants to see your Bear/bare a** That's exactly why you single Terry/Singletary But if beef...what you facing Terry You'll get rocked like a mason Terry And if they wind up chasing Terry He gon' Jet like he Jason Terry But I could keep it on Chicago sh** Like where Urlacher played We could think, Sammy Sosa, a sosa who packed his cane Or I could him on ice faster than Patrick Kane Then grab some more rice [?] that are in Patrick's chain You got no H for jabbing veins You ain't slinging crack c**aine You ain't seen a brick or a nic' since Patrick played You ain't have Blue Magic since Magic contracted AIDS You wouldn't draw on me if I was half a page of anime You wouldn't draw on me if I was a connect the dots handout You wouldn't draw on me if I was pa**ed out in a frat house I mean... You have an imprint in your fat from the weapon on your waist When you smile, it looks like your lips are being stretched across your face You f**ed up on Total Slaughter because of the glares of everyone there Let me guess, it wasn't the first time you couldn't take the stares/stairs And when I heard you got shot... ...I got jealous I mean, I'm glad you're not out on the streets dead But if I got popped with a couple shots it would do wonders for my street cred I mean, who knew the Michelin Man was from Michigan Ave Too tired to walk, too fat to sit in the cab And this is dinner for me To you dinner's a snack You got me G? Colostomy, I got this sh** in the bag Bro, after these fireworks, he'll be calling up life alert Getting a ride to church, reading his favorite Bible verse His wife will squirt and then leave him after I make him bite the curb He'll get a career and have to wear a Hawaiian shirt and tie to work And the boss at his new office I bet he, ain't gon' f** around So you'll have to change your name from Big T to Big bu*ton Down And what kind of future is that? What kind of lose is that? When you're forever known as "The dudes who's fat who used to rap." Quiet, let's go b**h [Round 2: Big T] {Big T snoring} I fell asleep in my last round It felt like I was in a camel clutch Where Drake at? Cause I'd a ask him, I didn't hear it but Did he land a punch? My bad, I'm just saying that I'm being real with him I don't got that feel with him like Lil' Wayne...Baby If it wasn't for that Cash Money I wouldn't want to deal with him That long round but I'm still winning I put your face on the ground I send you to a land of angels Halos and clouds Oh, everybody in shotgun think it's a game Until now I get mad and intercept a bullet That's when the whole game turn around Welcome me back But I'm at the King Of The Dot pissing on welcoming mats Aye, what's your obsession with battling black rappers from Smack Like it's suppose to help you progress up in rap You say black people don't raise their children You saying it's a fact But another fact is that battle with Pat was gay as f** And ain't no questioning that I teach you How To Be A Player, where Bill Bellamy at? I'm s**y and fat Yo, why you and Pat keep texting me that? Bullets invest in a mac, f** loading a clip It's like I could load a jet ski in that Wayne Gretsky is back Slide in this b**h like I'm trying strike a match But she never wipe her snatch Her puss smell like something crawled up and died in that Thank God I'm back Battle rap crisis back, beat me? It's like women's rights activists signing a petition to make Ray Rice come back I'm nice at that And I pull up to the light it seems Go 'head you want to fight but I don't do the Tyson thing I'd rather pull up in a whip, FIRING All you see is that b**h, pop out a TV like The Ring Style on 'em You see T at Penn State with a fifth of Jaegermeister Half pint of drank provider From one of Drake's suppliers Snoop Dogg vaporizers Spray this guy and have a K hole tranquilizer Before they announce that p**y with a W And I ain't imitating Plies You ain't as nice as mine Trying to rhyme [?] like Columbine A life's demise Everybody you like were guys I still got the steel on the side like Johnny 5 Two nine's on me Mike and Live on 99 Don't style in this I'll beat your Mobb Deep underground, Alchemist This trigger finger? It start developing callus It don't work out/workout, paralysis If he move it's miraculous Clips? I load a spear in it Goldberg tackle us We're savages, blood drinking Draculas I bet your idea of an Ebola vaccine is "America need to stop letting those damn Africans" You want cold war? I'm a cold war practition Quiet! [Round 2: Rone] That was a cool little round bro Really I'm not that mad at you ...mad at cha At the beginning of the round you were snoring That's called sneep apnea (Sleep apena I gotta learn how to talk) f** spitting for a civil war I'm dicking up your chicken raw I'm longer than the [?] and stronger than a Minotaur What you want friction for? I'm savage as the Chickasaw You gonna show where them cans is/Kansas? It's a road trip to Wichita If you got the heart for this, a double dose of Lipitor If you on the block then it's Madden with the Brickasaw And I ain't talking Ferguson and I ain't popping shots So what you mad at me for dawg? I'm not the cops But I can play the judge for this irrelevant geek Cause if Eric Gardner chokes you won't hear a sentence from me I mean... I'd love to k** him on a beautiful Sunday like today Caskets up with the bouquet Or maybe get him on the next day Have him stuffed in a suitcase And if I can't get him then, I give a f** what your dude's say He'll be just like Makonnen going up on a Tuesday I'll f**ing... You souffle soft, I'll fillet you for loose change, you're too gay f**ing get booked, you would sing off keys, that's f**ing Robert Goulet I'm Bobby Boucher Packing a hatchet the Sioux made I'll f**ing scalp 'em and sell them dreads as a f**ing toupee What to do with this nerd? Takes an unusual verse How to befuddle a spitter who makes music with words But I'm from Philly, you know I f** with the root of the... The f**ing word of The Roots But today I think I k** him with the root of the words See I've never been im-pressed It's nothing I'll im-ply My raps make him in-vest You barely get in-vites, I don't say it in jest I'll still put you in flight My sh** that-- You're the sh** that they ig-nore My sh** make 'em ig-nite dawg If you in court you raising your in-dex If you in deep you probably gon' in-dite Only who*e on-line you spinning on Pintrest You never been a gangster who's cutting in pin stripes But when I spit my sh** it's cleaner than Win-dex But he can't even [?] cause his chunky a** wind pipe So I don't give a f** if he out from the mid-west His delivery is as gentle as a f**ing midwife Bro I can't even hang with T cause son's stressing He thinks everything is a drug or a gun reference Like I said, "Molly, Miley and Nina's in the back of the whip." He said, "Pills, coke and a nine?" I said, "No actual chicks." If I say "Crystal and Mary Jane" he ain't thinking names of women (REAL ni**a sh*t!) If I f**ing talk about my cell plan He's thinking 'bout escapes from prison Listen If I say "rachets" I'm talking about tools If I say "can" I'm talking about booze If I'm gon' ride it's probably a cruise If I got white it's the sock in my shoes But you acting like your squads snapping You all wood like a log cabin And that big arm like Tom Savage But my strategy is John Madden You got sound effects in your rounds well then homie you should stop rapping We in Toronto, Capo, leave it to Scott Jackson But I mean... But, but me and T...f**ing... Did brawl once the f**ing sound effects were crazy We f**ing went all out it was right in front of his lady I mean he came out with that chic chic trying to let that big thing ring But I came back with the sword I was like shwing shwing shwing [Round 3: Big T] Uno Lavos went across the boarder to get work from you and he Mexican, that's messed up J.C. wouldn't dance in the ring with you And Ness wouldn't give the Bandz up So you saying stuff like, "Why these black people wanna battle me?" Man shut the hell up You like Brad Pitt in Fight Club They got you out here looking crazy beating yourself up Help us? What happened when [?] was up at your dome? It was your black friends buddy that stood up like, "Leave that kid alone!" See, you didn't care if our dads weren't at home Their loyalty was like your real name If needed them fam to get 'em for rone Damn wigger You lying in your voice You playing Simba Your N.W.A. CD skip last night at the hotel and I heard you saying "n***a" I heard you, you was saying "n***a" Scalpe you with a scalpel, approach me and I'm spraying ya Have Adam's apple surgically removed like a transgender You a puss homes That battle with Pay Stay wasn't gay, it just look wrong Like, are y'all f**ing for real? No, are y'all f**ing for real? He had you took home You talking loud, that silencer on that {chic chic} clone Without tux, you finally get a tie or two to match When I go at Pat Stay and Rone it's on It's time to stop the show Breaking news I knew you was going to come with the typical practical jokes April Fools I'm splaying tools the rules that the Navy use But this ain't what it's taking to You gonna come to get popped, taking two Save the ooohs This round, I take the boos I'm playing in school like oooh He got them new Jordan 2s? Let's take his shoes We got older, put mother and daughter in a sacred room One live, one die n***a, make 'em choose! f** it, k** yourself for all I know I point that can at him, that big boy is Ontario But there ain't no where to run though Now that was a reach, I ain't gon' lie But I'm reaching for another gun pronto Drake Started From The Bottom beat, you gon' get it from Mahalo See, we all know a whole bunch of sh** that you could say about me If I was you, I'd have all my sh** took away You could say "Big T, what you know about studying for a test that's a month away? You had to go to school, your dad made you read a book a day The whole book a day No B's, you only could get A's Cause if you didn't get good grades you got all your privileges took away." You could be like, "Big T What you know about being mad when McNabb couldn't play Cause if it was a mistake my dad used to beat my mom a** and I had to look away." Like, "He didn't mean to fumble that last play it was a mistake." All you hear is {bbbbbrrr bbbbrrr clap clap} "Leave her alone dad for goodness sakes!" What you know about Adam having the same face as mine Cause I'm Adam junior and he's Adam senior he had the same face as mine So if I lose the disgrace is mine So first place was mine cause you had somebody there to motivate you every time I wouldn't know about that QUIET n***a! [Verse 3: Rone] Yo check So I worried they'd paint me simply If fat jokes were all I'd bring for T But he's the first really fat guy I've battle so...this is big for me I mean, these fat jokes are mad heavy Y'all might get mad at me sh**, I might lose all my fat friends, oh wait I don't have any So if regular fat people wear big tees with their bathing suits You take the next level and probably bathe in suits I mean I'd clown him about his outfit but his face looks like it's drowning You don't have a lazy eye you have a lazy face around it You look like the Teflon Don if he was covered in Teflon Or a walrus who dipped all of his blubber in Exxon f** a bug, he's k**ed any mammal he's stepped on If Biggie saw this piggy he would think he was Dead Wrong I mean as far as food, what we got today? Lobster face? Pasta plate? He's black and Islamic, what the f** is he? A chocolate shake/sheik I mean, you're too fat to walk over subway grates But you're in the hall of fame with Jared as the Subway Greats I mean, f**ing your blood pressure is higher than the price of a brick You are addicted to steaks if we're talking life on the strip We would need a whole tray to put ice on your wrist And your fingers are too fat so you f**ing type with a stick But f** jokes, I'll use reality to show that they're lame (REAL ni**a sh*t!) The joke would be you probably need two seats whenever you sit on an airplane The reality would be if you sat next to on me an airplane it wouldn't ruin my night It wouldn't ruin my flight It would ruin my life! Him coming down the aisle with hard steps and short breath "Please God do not let him sit here" I'd be praying with palms clenched Sit down and your drenched from your breast to your forehead f** two seats, lard fest could only fit on a park bench In case of emergency landing he'd need an extra large vest If he has the window seat, the sun's eclipsed by your chest And I'd be hard-pressed to stay Meta like Artest Because this guy can't keep his side fat off of the armrest I mean... I mean it's a tight nice little package but I promise all that's real You are inconvenient to be around, how awful does that feel? I mean... I mean his gains could be alleviated And his pains could be abbreviated With a diet and exercise maybe tying to be creative It's really basic but the only time he's creative Is making tacos with ice cream as a freaking meat replacement He's got a million ways to sweeten cakes But not one way to lean his face in? Always room for cheese and bacon But let me guess, the greens were taken? But people treat it like it's a disease a sickness to be mediated Misleading statements from the media they deviate it Like "it's fat shame" and I can't take it I'm trying to decrease your weight and that benefits you So you could show some appreciation I mean that fact that you're fat Says so much about you as a man No long term goals, no perseverance, you can't stick to a plan You only care about yourself, you're stuck in your selfish ways And none of your family members care enough about you to help you change But they say, "Big T's the man" like that'll help him magically Oh course you're the man dawg, you motherf**ing have to be You have to be cool or funny just to get an advantage Otherwise you wouldn't have a single friend on this planet I mean, I mean, f**ing... Fat people make less money, they get promoted less They're more likely to be alone or suffer an early d**h And I get pissed cause you have kids and your children are gonna grow And it's a tragedy cause being fat is all that they'll ever know When your daughter was born you probably weighed 355 pounds If you walked a mile a day since then, he'd be skinny by now So I don't give a f** if I lose today or f**ing lose the race Bro you can't win at life until you f**ing lose the weight bro