King of the Dot - Chilla Jones vs. Real Deal lyrics

[Round 1: Real Deal] It's been a while… My last King Of The Dot joint I battled Rone, in a match for the ages Used my third round to call out some rappers I hated ‘Cause they was acting like f*ggots And I ain't have any patience So he got thrown under the bus like Metallica's ba**ist Called Lush, get me on this megacard Looks like you put up repetition against a repertoire It's over, Mr. Strech-a-bar Now you getting these stretcher bars Raise the beam, Chilla shot, we can go a stretch of bars They got me battling a Jones like symptoms of withdrawal He's another dead rapper Hang his mural, put his image to brick wall You talk that thug life, are you living that sh**? Nah You'll get played in the streets like Dominican stick ball You ain't hood, motherf**er I been peeping out where Jerome lives Did a little research, you know, keeping up with the Joneses But hey you're a Jones with the heat sh** if you shootin cortisone in your knees ‘Cause round Boston they say you won't find a Jerome with a rock nor a Jones pushing keys He act like he add up on the corner like Cinci's Jones Til he turn and he gotta face the music like Quincy Jones Get me holmes? This was supposed to be the battle That's right up the fans alley Real Deal versus a street rapper Here's what I don't understand, Cali He talks like he running blocks and dumping Glocks Let's talk where you come from then, shall we? You're from Boston, right? Home of more white hoods than Southern Klan rallies It's just poor Irish white folk, there's not a lot more to see And sh** I got more than a feeling That Boston would rock more with me I will show up to your doorstep With some potato heads with me They trip and wave that piece like a grateful dead hippie For a 6 pack of Guinness I'll pa** and share your profile with some goonies And get you stomped out By some MacNamaras, O'Reillys and Roonies That Mick masked up is not Foley bro He'll tap ya pockets like “where art thou?” it's not Romeo Chilla's on his bullsh**? This ain't my first rodeo Oh you sick? Well I'm from the city that cured polio But you look at me like since I'm from Pittsburgh you picture a hick from the sticks (?) in cabins Well you must've misheard Cuz if my goons figure that this herb is trappin' I'll send em to where you pitch work There'll be grins, smirks, then lit shirt reactions For thinking you a kingpin sigs burns, your wig perms That sh** turns to big Ern McCraken [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Let's face facts, bar for bar you ain't half as sick Your angles are cla**ic sh** but predictable as it gets You'll act as if how I rely on wordplay is nothing known You'll mention Boston cuz I take pride in my f**ing home You'll say I'm white as hell But polite as well to make a chump of Jones Then mix in some humorous jokes with racist undertones This what you do Real, we all know that's your comfort zone I battled DNA last June, look how much I've grown Take a mean picture, don't I seem sicker? Scheme slicker While MCs bicker, multis quicker, my speeds differ Method Man told Day: don't let that boy from the Bean get ya Cuz I'm the best pro Meth has seen, my punches lean n***as If any white boy winning they mean Sheen That DE talks like I'm try and get a fiend clean I could tell his background fake, that's a green screen Chilla bring magic to the mic like the Dream Team In the Bean getting robbed for ya mink is like policy Them rappers y'all feel lost the fur like Socrates With bars I don't play tho, you better try and box with me Try angles and get leaned, that's an isosceles You all angles, geometry I'm drawing heat swiftly I'll put a bullet in ock's shin so speak quickly Ironic how when it's war I keep a piece with me Full of Grind-Time rounds to make him do 360's I'll hit your grill at will like an airbag For all that crying for saying my tier ga**ed Let's make it clear fast They rate me higher with this sh** dog I'm a 10, you're an 8, and that's what got you pissed off But the reason for this loss is cuz you said I was “all scurred” Called me the biggest Mark outta Boston since Wahlberg But y'all nerds nothing but a funky bunch of Klans men If you ain't know I'm next up, get in sync with the planning These immature new kids on the block ain't understanding I keep a jagged edge and one 12 so you can't win I'll jack son 5 times all for one one damn jim If I drew he'll act shy ducking what my hand send You'll never know who could be squeezing that toy fam Could be a student, all I gotta do is give the boy bands So k** the noise fam cuz I'm the one making the sound now You gon come with three wild rounds breaking my style down But I evolved so it's rare that I clearly lose How you dissing me for a style I now barely use? But now I use the best, bro find a new route And f** if you raw, I suggest you haul, it's time to move out I keep a hammer handy-man, so when that tool out I bet this missile will ring his bell like school's out [Round 2: Real Deal] It's time to k** the hype, blow the lid off this whole Chilla bit So when y'all finally listen to Chilla's sh** Y'all gon realize what I've realized, Chilla's sh** But they like “he's the king of scheming” Have you f**in listened to a word Jerome is saying? The sh** you do is not scheming, it's called word a**ociation I do that sh** from time to time It has certain pros and cons to me When you start forcing punches And stretching words to flow it bothers me They like “Deal, this is how you do in your 2nd round You're a nerd”, honestly I found it ironic how a Boston rapper don't know terminology How many lines in the English language Has he done stretched? And he'll put his finger on his temple after a bar tonight At least one, bet You got sh** that goes over peoples head? In which battle? I haven't seen one yet It's the opposite, your bars make people feel good when they get 'em like a refund check My bars make people feel insecure When they miss 'em like a cheated on spouse After I battle people they're never looked at the same again Like when you cheat on yo' spouse Chilla got y'all smoking that dog sh** Like it's Cheech and Chong, wow Y'all are into deep but y'all still love Jones after the 3rd watch In Too Deep, Love Jones... Nia Long, BLAOW! I just did the same sh** that you did with a B list actress Cuz that B list wack sh** deserves B list tactics And your whole “spell his first name out with put you in the ER hospital” sh** Sounds like something my son would read me Off a popsicle stick Let's try with you, you're Jerome right? Well you gon see a Doctor J, it ain't gon be no Sixers legend With you in the ER, if you owe me when I show up with that Smith & Wesson Woooh! He woulda said that y'all would've been like “sh** that bar was Ether!” But the only people I know impressed with spelling first names are kindergarten teachers This motherf**er told DNA “How are you the champ when you bailey be on the corner?” Barely? Bailey? Oh, Champ Bailey like the football star If you'd even bust that in a rough draft you lazy with that #2 JaMarcus Russell, that's a football bar Cuz he was a bus ‘back was part of a rough draft He was lazy and his number's two But why am I breaking this sh** down? People, how dumb are you? He picked a crew called Writer's Block The definition's when you can't come up with something new You been doing the same sh** for 30 battles Chilla Congratulations, Writer's Block is f**ing you [Round 2: Chilla Jones] It's Trevor Weller right? Well I don't mean to trouble you homie But you is broke, needed cash, I had a dub for you homie I need that 20 spot, and I ain't trying to knuckle you homie This the truth, he'll get the deuce if T.W. owe me Show me hard, I'm a predator invading your space Make you pray in front of this meal like you saying your grace Tools light, a food fight you get a tre to your face When I draw it's martial law you better stay in your place See it's easy to make gun rhymes, but nowadays I'm versatile Plus general bars are easy, let's get personal I heard you was Dot Mobb And maybe n***as stretched the truth cuz Well if he was, then where the f** is Rex and Mook? Where was Tay Roc when you was supposed to battle Will? Why ain't K-Shine behind you screaming “Get that n***a, Deal!” But for real, something had to make you join Can you remind me what? Was it for street cred to run with real G's doing grimey stuff? Or did you see n***as a**es getting grabbed And their heineys touched And hit Rex jack for the next match and tell him, “Sign me up!” So what you thought Cuz we on King Of The Dot that you a… King of the Dots? Well, you thought wrong No URL but for that dough, mane, I'll make a dot calm If it's drawn and his wife in a Beamer, I'll send creatures Have a wolf blitz her if she seeing ends then leave her See demons in a hood will bring d**h, that's the grim reaper So get the running when it whistle, that's a gym teacher Wait, ain't you a teacher? What, you rap cuz you want attention? So not only do you run from the tension, you run detention Trevor I do more than scheme, but still I'm the one to mention I'ma put you in retirement, money; no f**ing pension See I'm punching, you pinching, I ain't even got a scar Real You headline but that was Pittsburgh, you ain't a star Real Smack don't like you or Burg, not at all Real As far as that main event, that was the Raw/Deal I draw, whoever front get flipped and let a shot peel The damn thing in my hand spring letting off steel Once I air Real he gon' see how some a**ault feel If he don't die from a shot anyone getting caught will They like “Stop Chill, Real will squeal” Well if he sing this heat will burn his face That's how you seal the deal [Round 3: Real Deal] Think where Jerry watch Cowboys games, Jones is sweet My punches break bones Jones Real Deal too quick for Jones' reach They treat you like you Nasir Jones when Jones speak So it's One Love when I murder your whole fam And leave Jerome's niece at Jones Beach I already took it to pen game We can take it a next step forward Cuz you got just trash in your pad like a redneck hoarder I'm not a hater tho, your battle with JC is a cla**ic, I won't lie But you two pussies talk about it Like it's four touchdowns at Polk High I bet every year they meet up at the same place and town like its sacred ground. They stand on the curb and get chills They reenact it and replay it like a 30 for 30 film See I imagine when they're older, JC gon' be like “Ayo Jerome brother, you went off in that one-off and I know you could've spit more” You gon be like “Julian that was right here young brother What used to be this Lids store” But aye if your battle rap don't make it your music can make it I see you had Slaine on a track In a verse you said “I got the bars on lock like a prison guard” Wooh! You got slain on the track Don't even dare take off your hat your hairline's gone This motherf**ers hairline is worse than punchline hairlines That sh** is worse than “you can die here/dye hair” lines I invested hair restoration Even though I know it's wild expensive Cuz your f**ing hairline goes back like childhood friendships But I seen you getting b**hes though… Aye, you f**ing with Laura Tarsi though? Okay, I hope that p**y's not fertile Or she gon' have a bunch of kids running around Looking like the Tootsie Pop turtle Most other battle rappers Would've just took it to the neck game But she made you feel at home Cuz she got big walls like Fenway This a Boston Ma**acre, I'll lay you out in the crispest of tuxes in tribute to Boston's past And since you a local hero, it'll be a boston ma** in Boston, Ma**, praying at your Boston Ma** I'm in Boston, Ma**. like Affleck, yeah I'm on my town sh** I'm murdering you Let me tell you in a way you can get down with What you think your bars are hard? You wanna go bar for bar? I'll kick the sh** out this f**ing queer like a Spartan guard You better tell Martin Sheen to get Marky Mark And call the sarge, they'll find the departed where he parked his car in Harvard yard The only people that think you're amazing Have no GED and live at home f** you and whoever wins that corny contest To chill with Jones Thanks to you unoriginality is running wild You've given birth to a million clones So I just murdered you And everybody under your umberetta, Chilla Jones [Round 3: Chilla Jones] Now this round I turn up and speed past y'all Normally I'm taking shots in my closing bars like last call But not tonight, if he brought his wife and she got a a** y'all I'm getting intimate when I catch her like a fastball You mad dog? With yo gla** jaw Frail fight, I'm grippin the heat putting tips to his teeth Like nail bitters I ain't Rosenburg, I'm a real writer He in trouble cuz this teacher struggle With dangerous minds like Michelle Pfeiffer Who the hell nicer? I ain't lose in a while So criticize my wordplay, I'm still using a style I'm Slick Rick with the scope, if we don't patch things up I use an eye to split deal, think not? You in denial Now use ‘N' ‘I' to split DEAL, DENIAL, see I'm the man stupid One day Real was teaching his cla** About the Klan movements Seen a hand moving, took a question from a damn student About the Black Panthers And said his favorite was Cam Newton My plan prudent On the real, he don't be discriminating I give you props Your sh** is hot you spit amazing, let me get a five [Real Deal doesn't give Chilla five] Now y'all see the sh** I'm saying? He a racist y'all, look, he used to leaving n***as hangin' Oh you on a range? Well I'm a ride past with that toaster b Then I reverse Trevor, catch you in that Rover T Hop out the holster I approach the V Then Bullseye, shots flying through your Range Like they supposed to be With bars you ain't close to me homie, this is true sk** Jones clever, better clone Trevor cuz I'm too real Blue steel, UZIs and hecklers Y'all will hear clicking while Real spinning Like a movie projector You'll need a stretcher, I'm warning you Trevor keep talkin' Gun tucked, I run in that spot where you eat often I'm holding bucks looking for the Deal like a flea market Just to leave Deal on the table like a plea bargain With heat sparkin like pyro glitches I'm back cracking like Chiro visits Y'all said this p**y's sick, but never showed this guy no clinic Well it's a science to a body, this is biophysics I'm leaving marks on the wall like hieroglyphics While everybody dead frozen like cryogenics I'm a menace you'll need a vest that detects and protects steel The best shield that or an S on ya chest Real This is the sh** that happens when you step to the best Real Bars out of this world, I brought extra to rest Real Why you talking about my hairline bro? I mean, why you even take it there? I know you're a teacher, we all know you got a great career But parents was mad cuz they seen you And said his face is weird With those beady eyes and this new f**ing rapist beard I mean, as I stand here and look at this damn beard I have one thought, that damn beard look like The little brother to Caustic and Dirtbag Dan's beard Y'all send a white boy to get pissed on, that's Laimbeer All we do is rob dinero, that's why I'm who your camp fear The champ's here, thought he could win he just lost a round Against Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Grounds