King of the Dot - Rone vs Head I.C.E. (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: Head I.C.E.] Before I do the crime, let me see if it's worth doing the time Okay, no disrespect to King Of The Dot, I know the chain real But it been around a fake rapper neck all year it might've became steel Yeah, I smack taste out you I barely know you but I can tell you what I hate about you You got cow titties, moving around in this wild city I'm with a Mafia that never been around Biggie I would tell you to Throw Ya Gunz in the air but that sounds Sticky You finger k**ers Rat, get a [?] up you don't know the cheat code You would have me in a lineup like a free throw and I ain't even in the game with you I don't feel that pain with you I ain't never mask up and do a stain with you But I will mask up, give an order and take out your food like a PF Chang menu You eating where? On my block you'll hear Nas but you'll probably see Dave East appear You a fruit, at least a pear To get to my level, your pen gonna have to go through training, for at least a year Be prepared, for snake n***as, fake n***as b**hes falling for you for months like Easter near Keep a gun on you, maybe more than one on you Or die when they try to k** a real boss like Keisha did This ain't nothing New Jack So if I'm shooting from my car you ain't gon' get to see every clip I ain't Cyssero You see these five fingers of d**h? Kiss 'em tho Cause a shot go off in a Harlem night, we don't miss a toe You dead boy You gon' try to tell me where I'm from and I already think you a f*g boy Quiet that, 'fore I fire back And the last sound coming through your speaker Is you snorting off your blood through the wiretap What's really pimping? I smack the b**h out you and put her on a ho stroll You take care of these spenders, get back at me or BAOW get back at me I don't fear these spitters I'm God, Jesus in the flesh, ain't no controlling that They looking at this Mr. Strange but that's why I got picked by the road for that F1-50, before I XLT I was already on the road for that Who riding with me? I scare you so bad I make you rob you with me Don't make us hurt you The only way you disrespecting ours is if you breaking curfew Speak up Rone You got a little hate in your blood I should speak up on Now y'all know Brenda had a baby but she had to trash it Cause his father couldn't keep her home Speak up Rone I can't let this wait til next time We got a Colombian Necktie, you did a month in Bedstuy Figured you thuggish cause you snuck a stolen Christmas tree past the alarm in Best Buy I show you a star you can reach in the left eye Speak up Rone Your phony smile is why I don't trust your love You get MC Gusto love As far as d**, you like 'em new or lean, you should've knew not to trust those s*uts f** ya stories If you old dog, sh** going down faster than Cane 40 Ain't no 'burban love for a n***a who ain't got the same for me With my own two eyes I watched you abuse d** Walk into a hotel room with another man like you was boo'd up A few hours later I heard moans and groans but I coulda got it screwed up The next day, I had to battle you and now you up here acting like you tough So talk that sh** don't joke with me Cause where I'm from ain't no hope for me That's why my higher power got me right where I'm supposed to be ICE [Round 1: Rone] You old dusty dick, crusty lip, f**ing b**h, s** a dick You think your brand's got a f**ing chip from the government Or the mother ship? Boy you dumb as sh** You're not Money Mitch and you're not Rich Porter You saw Paid In Full once and your whole life switched order Well you tough right, you wanna brawl with the SIG Sauer? Or we can throw with the gloves like Teddy Bridgewater f**ing Anthony Haney, I am your executioner Lucifer, have him zipped up like the new Dior Put my G's on him like Gucci store Let it sing on him like a troubadour Leave him a** out like some booty shorts I will check Tone like a tuning fork I will crush Ant' there's no pacifying that I will flame Ant' like a magnifying gla** I'll put bottles on ICE, bartender go chill something Donkey Kong with the Pellegrino, I'm trying to peal/peel something Harry and Marv', the Sticky Bandits, I'm trying to steal something I'll lay hands on Head like I'm trying to heal something f**ing Head ICE, how you bald headed with head lice? You're too yellow to get green so your career is at a red light Get your head right, or get it busted with a Mag light I got instruments to get him kilt and I ain't talking bagpipes A cut above, I'll prove it when I slash Jeffe He gon' need a pair of gra** when I half Jeffe This fogie hasn't pulled a tan in the last decade I'll throw a cross on Head like it's Ash Wednesday I come up acting religious on you dumb a**es Hold it like a crucifix, when I come at him Then switch it up last second like I'm gon' stab him This ain't a cross it's a knife, 21 Savage b**h, I give a f** 'bout your lineage, I put a dot on his head if he Indian He gon' get jerked if he play the Caribbean This fake p**y got a buzz, the f** is he a Sybian? I'm Philly nice, we live the life that you glamorize We're really tripping, we're really ripping on samurais Get him zipped up, Cliff Hux' with the Spanish Fly I'll beat a chicken like Peter Griffin from Family Guy Bro, they must've forgot that I could bar your life away f** ICE's age, you look like they threw Michael Che in a microwave I mean look at what I get paid I couldn't skate on what ICE get paid Plus I'm going for the three peat like when Michael played in the '98 title games So b**h you gon' need a miracle like that Kevin Dyson Titan play Who you kidding? Back in prison you got pressed like a license plate So b**h name the time and place I'll show up drinking Elijah Craig And throw your step mother in a d**h cutter like I was Diamond Page You still trying to get booked in New York? But you're striking out like you're Ryan Howard URL offered him a contract for $8.95 an hour The way that Smack and Beasley f**ed you over and made you look like a coward You probably had flashbacks to getting Eiffel Towered in the back of a Riker shower How could you be head of the cla** when you barely have your faculties? I've been grilling nationwide with the chain just like I'm Applebees I got your chick blowing up my phone, it's not a Samsung Galaxy I'll f** ICE crush, they crush ICE like I'm making a daiquiri Bro I'll have her in pad tied and I'm not talking Tai food I'll give her three lines like a haiku then carve in him that's an ice luge My thinking ain't like you, my brainstorm is a typhoon My thought process is too cold, my IQ is ICE cubed I told you, I done all your wolves like Kris Dunn on the Wolves They're rookies, roll the cookie give me something to pull I eat the wolf and the sheep, leave nothing but wool Rone, I'm like Pamplona I've been running these bulls That's one [Round 2: Head I.C.E.] Stop it dyke You got your Thug Pa**ion from listening to that 'Pac at night Any rocket blasting off from you is the pocket type I bet my forearm, you don't know the two crews in the Sonny Carson fight You a fraud and I know it Had a deal though But all they needed to do was sign his name on the side of a dil*o and he blowing Don't let him fool you for nothing If Drake would've approached me for K, he'd a slide on ICE and look Cool Running You a lame black Repping Philadelphia but was in Toronto talking 'bout how Freeway got his chain snatched I hope they catch you in an alley for disrespecting State Property and Beans beat you with the same bat I don't like Rone the way I think he do I feel the same way about pink eye too I ain't Dice Raw so you can leave cause I don't need these type of seeds or branches near my Roots And that's the first story I walked through numerous doors and watched you give me the phony smile I almost blacked but I toned it down But I wanted to give you everything like the only child I put blood in your mouth and dirt on your back Hold your head underwater til you see the release date of where Surf can come back Gun Titles, don't make me get Roc involved Quest and Marv is like Wayne and Max when the shots are called Link up Who wanted me to win tonight? Put your drinks up And be ready to pour it on the head of a Rone supporter if they speak up Pack mentality I been a king before they asked Pat to battle me Your Totino commercial was wack in all actuality I'm just keeping it a G like the check they gon' give me after you battle me I need Natural Born k**ers; Mickey and Mallory I told you 'bout picking b**hes to battle me So from this point on I'm switching my salary You appreciate your right and your wrong doings But the real can't get along to it so from this point on The chain will no longer be attached to a corn moving n***a Philly don't even respect yo' gangsta You wasn't busting (bussing) nothing til the metro came up Go to an event out there I bet yo' chain tuck Cause you softer than a shirt on Jay-Z next door neighbor Is this Philly finest? I'm asking y'all, "Is this Philly finest?" Well I get the grip from Frank and pay Reed Dollaz to really find him Stash the Tec(h) then, give him a Dose of that Kaboom in a Philly diner My Mac wilding, I been with Chris and Snoop but Only Marlo know where to really find us Gangsta! You know nothing about Crews, meeting up with crews on neutral ground But leaving with more than just a punch in they mouth You ain't never had to drag a body that been shot after an after party Return fire and make it to the car and feel like a lonely person finally have somebody I ain't trying to get too deep but this ain't virgin p**y he had somebody Look at him, standing there like he ain't feeling it Sensitive, Missy pull a Mag' I say "oow", Timbaland let's make a beat If I only had you and Pat Stay as a customer I make more than Sean Combs made in a week Take that, take that Yeah, what? What? I get accused of it cause y'all don't really know who using it But these coke boys got more hits than Eminem first three years in the music biz What? I ain't exposing nothing, it's time you own to something Standing there like the Jonas Brothers And we been Trading Places and this the sequel to my movie When a black man is giving money back to the homeless brothers "Randolph, we're back" You seen the movie n***a, yeah you don't belong with greatness I've been in the hall with fame way before y'all I'm Walter Payton Step your yards up, after you put your guards up They don't respect the devil til God's up So those saints and sinners cause you pair are normal (paranormal) is The Marked Ones Thank you Jesus Hallelujah, I take a hit of that holy water then sell Molly to you, I'm hood So don't ask me if we move the work out If you don't handle business The package move you see an arm come out with the thumb up; Planet Fitness I'm too clever, ICE, losing to you? Never Before that happen I will walk past you then give you seven snaps to the back of your head, this a New Era So talk that sh**, don't joke with me Cause where I'm from ain't no hope for me That's why my higher power got me right where I'm supposed to be King me n***a ICE! [Round 2: Rone] So this round is entitled, 'You Sweaty Faced Old f**' You sweaty faced old f**, you look like the crying Jordan meme Perspiration flooding like a torrent stream through his pores and cheeks Face wetter than Golden State when it's pouring threes Face wetter than a washed up quarter ki on the coral reef when it storms in the Florida Keys Face wetter than this [?] of the foreign fleets that stormed the beach of Normandy Bro, what's the problem? Please do not lie to me You overheated? You got anxiety? Cause that's not what the team meant when they mentioned "getting the beak wet" In a matter of three sec's you could sweat through a V-neck You might be pa**ing the G test but you're not pa**ing the leak test Cause I'll make a 10 G bet that you're related to Keith Sweat Yo, you're so sweaty, it looks like your body was covered in Soul Glo You're so ga**ed you spit a round and put a hole in the Ozone You Frisbee'd Real Deal's album, thinking you're so cold b**h, I'll download your album and then Frisbee my own phone {throws his phone into the crowd} Yo my sh** is insane, watch this b**h get erased I throw sh** around and hit a b**h in the face But you have a terrible habit of always rhyming the same word You did that sh** back in the day, now you still rhyming the same?...Word You think you're better than me? Who you wanna battle Head? Budden? Your girl come around, she go down, I might as well hit the Head bu*ton That .45, how his head bu*t in, I'll zip him, get head bu*ting He's nothing, if Head bu*t in I'm getting him bu*ted Yo, you think you got the juice old man? But you barely have your f**ing, yo... You got the juice old man? You can't f** with it, it doesn't even matter I'ma put his a** through detox, I'll throw the cube's on ICE, best believe I got a mean cross I'll put the boots to the wolf, that means [?] in my Reebok's and then I'll piss on ICE just to let some f**ing steam off But, you told KG you'd make him f** Rum Nitty, what a thing to casually say I know battle rapping is pretty h*mophobic as it is, but I'm pretty sure that's actually gay But to your fans who are obsessed with you it's somehow not a factor They could walk in on you f**ing a dude and they'd be like, "That's not gay, that's gangster." f**ing wolf gang/Wolfgang pushing keys/ki's like he think that he Mozart You love drive-by's so much you'd try one on the Pope's car Your license get suspended you're doing drive-by's on a go-kart Your gun gets stolen, you're doing drive-by's with a blow dart You're having marriage problems, you do a drive-by to get it straight Your daughter gets an A, y'all do a drive-by to celebrate So now most of your friends are dead and that pain hurts But most of my friends are married and that's way worse Bro, he'll act like he's got dirt on me but it's coming with the asterisk Cause we're boys, that's the point, these people don't know the half of it He'll be like, "I crept on him on Jefferson, with the entrance out the back of it." I'll be like, "Ah, yeah, I gave you my address when you asked for it." But I heard about Drake's birthday party, you got the big invite The biggest moment of your life annnnd you missed the flight Flying to Drake's 30th could've taken your career to different heights But I guarantee there will be a 30 in this b**h tonight You probably show up geeked off your battle with Pat Stay Thinking the invite meant that your career might have legs Thinking you had some G status, cause he knew that you bag weight But if you were at Drake's birthday party with the ki's/keys, you're working the valet Bro, he's got you shining boots, you're trying to steal wristwatches You whip the blade out they say, "Perfect we need limes for the gin tonic." You grab the invite list like, "Let me think on it. He probably wants a pimp on it." Nah, if you're at Drake's birthday party with the trey/tray, there's probably shrimp on it That's two baby [Round 3: Head I.C.E.] Look at bony, tenderoni, try to get all buff on me When you the type of guy to walk up to a man and say, "A mouth is a mouth" and try to undo his zipper on him I represent for the real ones that got cell phones in jail I could just mack a Roney (macaroni) for the cheese cause if we ain't rubbing elbows it's shells This a wolf vs a zebra, we don't know if you black or white An Italian that want Catholic stripes Be with m**ms but you (Jew) too stingy, they gotta ask you twice I like the part of you that's likable In this round from time to time I'ma get hype with you But I'm in no rush, I got all night with you I made it to this point with an open heart On my journey was a lot of blood, sweat and tears but I gave no remarks I stood aside and let the hood decide Lived off the fame but financially if it wasn't for what I put aside I wouldn't have the coins to accumulate the bills I need to put you in that suit and tie Hip hop break up families, shout to those who lost theirs to entertainment The one who had a real woman by they side and when it was time to prepare for the show They was just looked at as a ho or a b**h complaining My heart goes out to the kids who father's can't make up for lost time And for family members who love they friends more than they own kind On that note: Philly, Philly, Philly believe me we go harder I've been had beef with Toronto, this is for Joe Carter And y'all s** in battle rap, believe me dummy Just as much as your country...s**s at being a country Any nation in this world in fact could take y'all cookies Cause do Toronto care? No, ya'll just being cool with being p**y What? What? Y'all don't like that? Y'all can't joke with that sh**? Then why is there two chains around the neck of the man WHO WROTE THAT sh*t? See where I'm from we do background checks And if a person ain't real right, they get they whole background checked That's why the face and fraud ain't been back 'round yet Cause a clip hold 50 and we don't respect y'all rules but we ain't back down yet n***a Run with me? And it's a gun on three We won't let sh** pa** But front on me? And I'ma stab you and make step-and make you carry the work in yo' sh** bag Yo girl keep mandingos in her mouth You don't even be tripping You just wonder why the blacks f** with her Well, low prices attract customers You and Real Deal was cool until me, Poison and Rex ran down on 'em with the camera You opened the door so you a co-d to the murder, no propaganda We exposed him for falling asleep in the Jack London Caught you throwing back beers entertaining two black hookers As you call 'em Your smile turned to a frown, we decided to chill and roll up and sat with ya I wasn't sure if you was mad cause we f**ed up your chances of these two black sisters Or cause you had to sit there and spark a fake conversation that only relate to you and these three black n***as Battle rap, Roney never break dance He don't got a graffiti name but he spray cans He can't quote the Mobb tape He don't know to get to the top it take E-Z Rob and Mobb Base If he give you a mem- a trip down memory lane, don't be surprised if he pop in a prom tape Cause this grandma favorite grandson Well of course he is He the only one who don't remember what kind of who*e she is Grandma favorite grandson, is a racist I'm talking Rudy Giuliani with that But he wanna put his brain in my body, I guess it's cool to be black Grandma favorite grandson, grew up to be just as gentle as the smile y'all using on shirt for the sales pitch But that old bag had too many seeds in it, you sell nicks Grandma favorite grand- man for that chain I'ma Yung Berg you You only laugh with one circle, step out that box I'ma tell Day' to suit up I wanna see you disrespect those G's and apes that come purple It ain't no question you gay That ain't the message today You not a boy from the hood cause you was in the living room coming up with punches That wasn't the message from Tre Where's the p**y? Seeing you with a b**h is rare like using beer as dip for cookies Get your taste right And make sure you strap before I take off on you; safe flight So talk that sh** don't joke with me Cause where I'm from ain't no hope for- you know what? Meth' wore the chains but we still don't respect your ancestors Cause you a different kind of Klan member Y'all don't get it, if he win the chain that's three K's He a different kind of Klan member So talk that sh** don't joke with me Cause where I'm from, ain't no hope for me That's why my higher power got me right where I'm supposed to be King me n***a ICE [Round 3: Rone] So poor people talk about how rich they are to show the world they're hustling Meanwhile rich people talk about how poor they are and uh, boy am I struggling But this sh** cannot be true, but word's been going around I heard that ICE lives in central Pennsylvania now? That sh** broke my heart, in fact it had me f**ing bodied Who gets rich and says, "f** it. Kids we're moving to Punxsutawney." I mean, I thought you were destine for stardom I thought you would break down barriers I thought the H in your name stood for Harlem Now what's it stand for? Harrisburg? I mean it's pretty clear that you were having problems paying your rent And housing is cheaper where you live now by 80% But you flashing fake chains and cash homie, what you gotta lie for? See it's not your fault if you're born poor, but it is your fault if you die poor See my pops is from Harlem, all of this facts From Frederick Dougla**, your same exact project at that Then he went from public housing to a physicist who's all in the lab So either my pop's is a gangster...or you're as soft as my dad I know what every battle rapper makes, I've held the contracts and I've read the sh** For him to act like he's eating off rap makes me incredulous You did five battles last year, what a stress on the penmanship And got paid $2000 a battle and that's being generous Say $500 a month off merch' if you push it all the time Say 10 features for $200 if you're really on your grind If you add that sh** together to feed a family of five You're still 10 grand below the poverty line So you either swallowed your pride and you got a sh**ty job Or you're still selling d** to lost teens and single moms Sell hand to hand in crack rock to pregnant ladies like it's the 80's Damn, I'd at least thought Head would have a soft spot for the babies Bro, if you're not rich from selling d** by now then you're terrible at it Name a more loyal customer than a h**n addict I mean, y'all thought I'd talk about his age? But that story's been told and told People were calling you old ten years ago ICE, even calling you old is old But you're not old, you're still out here trying to make that big step I mean you can't afford to act old cause you still haven't done sh** yet f**ing, New York rappers came and past you and now they're filling stadiums You an underground O.G.? That just means there's like six era's you haven't made it in Yo, when Paid In Full came out, you could barely get funds It didn't even matter you looked like Rakim's stepson When Junior M.A.F.I.A. made Get Money, you couldn't get none When Kurtis Blow made The Breaks, you still couldn't catch one When A$AP made Peso you couldn't afford a dub When 50 Cent came out, you couldn't get In Da Club You'v been pa**ed by every cla** from Desiigner to Wu So when Jada' said We Gon Make It he wasn't talking about you I don't give a f** if the facts are offending him Cause any false premises is a set up for a let down But Bobby Shmurda could serve like four life sentences And you still wouldn't be popping by the time that he gets out I mean, what you know about being fulfilled by your day job, playboy? See, he's trying to play with me knowing that he's not the same as me When you're done battle rapping, that's the last we'll hear from you That's not the case for me You are tethered to a world that doesn't mean sh** to me I'm well paid and self made and I approach the game differently When I was flying myself to Thailand, the Greek Islands and Sicily You were in self imposed poverty trying to decide what kid to feed If you're still selling d** now, then you're as dumb as those free basers Them thinking you're a gangster, won't mean sh** if you need paper You have the body of an old man and the mind of a teenager So even if you win the chain it'll be at a Scranton pawn shop a week later b**h!