King of the Dot - Real Deal vs A. Ward lyrics

[Round 1: A. Ward] He said "no moral victories", bar none, facts Y'all know me as that Christian guy that don't curse, I keep a large gun strap I came to knock him off with punchlines, I put the bars on that I showed up to Gully vers' 'Ganik to snap Unlike Marv Won's hat Once they dropped the flyer I knew the fans would be interested So who do y'all think gonna get a W? A? R.D.? You ain't gotta respond, the answer was in the question I'm back! Franchise got an appetizer You getting a few dishes, so you one of the core vets/Corvettes Cool, I came to drop the top like the roof missing You knew I was nice, it was ever clear/Everclear on your persona Don't play the fool with us, in other words, I can see the proof across your face Like you couldn't afford the school pictures It's team Gully, they don't know what to do with us I hate you feel you had to stoop in this Cause what I write; stupendous It's a walk in triple, watch Y'all think Tommy Pickle's pops The bars were made to toy with you It's like Stu penned this, I'm too different And you getting all type of work, washed up Team 'Ganik Half of y'all need Life Alert That's facts, don't take it past rap I don't care if you don't like something I said Life Alert cause cause in this battle era Your career is falling and you can't get back up without pushing the right bu*ton The public ask if I'm handicapped cause my belief in God My response, "If I've won seven battles already I feel like I can beat the odds." Real spill so which box you want? Let's make a deal Deal I feel gifted Me vers' a teacher with no cla**? Let's get to field tripping You hot? I k** switch it We the same color but built different Your hand co*k/Hanco*k feel free to Will Smith it I don't reload magnums, you just met a Christian Who would/wood come out swinging, I'm Tim Tebow batting I brought you this L, I'm taking the W, feel like I'm geo cacheing 3-0 spazzing I'm fed up! They say you set your punches up well, well I punch in my set ups And I can teach you the way to throw jabs, I don't fear contenders These things career enders Tomorrow, your Linkedin account gon' read "Stay At Home Dad" I'm wild different and such I talk sick, fire, crowd lifting him up We ain't strapped out here like when you pile kids in a truck But protect your lid like a child sipping his cup Cause that punchline will turn Real Deal to "Real down on his luck" What up? You too old Real/reel, black/white movie You getting k**ed/kilt for playing; bagpipe music These will put him down, the Shaq type or jack knife movie Meet the new ticket, you just a mag stripe to him You don't fly the flag high truly One day you KOTD the next day you a Smack White groupie You act type goofy I got one shot, Don Knots I'm too cold Bomb pops, so stop sleeping; alarm clocks Cause this a rap and you getting the raw deal like half price sushi I'm nice! You not a chef, you a teacher I don't care how you feeling Trevor You can't be considered a chef in battle rap, if view wise you ain't never put a meal together [Round 1: Real Deal] f** a tier system, my new objective is to get cheddar I done barred out with everyone, from bottom tier rappers to trend setters I showed up every time for y'all, for a thousand, bringing my best effort I was doing everything for a band like Trent Reznor Now you got one of my biggest fans to steal the scraps from my table? Well I ain't playing with the boy like Cats In The Cradle I saw your little blog, I watched you go off on this little spiel But haven't you been telling league owners to book you, you sound like a mix between Saga and Real Deal? These are facts, yup, you sinning right now f** Aaron Ward, I'm airing Ward, praise for the full evidence You a white rapper that uses angles to break people down, that sound familiar? You Real Deal but the Old Testament So f** is you talking about? p**y I fathered your sound You just stole my style then you holy watered it down Your objective isn't changing other's fortunes with The Bible "God is good", so stop using his name in vain as a ploy to make it viral He's got a video that says "White Christian Rapper Destroys Street Rapper", you as corny as that title Plus you obsessed with me and ain't it against your little religion here to worship other idols? I seen him in Pittsburgh, facts, he said, "Real you one of my favorites Cause the angles that you take are slick." What's that proverb? You can catch one for him or you can teach a man a way to fish? Ironic, he found a bigger pond and now it's the new fish you try to bait me with? 'Ganik was like, "Yo Real, these young kids is dying to see you." Well I'm John Cena with that Make A Wish It's Gully vers' Organik and it kind does sound like David vers' Goliath But I'm a different god, I gave birth to this whole new wave like I'm Poseidon He says "Turn the other cheek" is the real reason he ain't no type of violent Truth is he's just shaky with the hands like Tom Hanks in Saving Private Ryan He said, quote, "I got here without relying on words like "itch" with "B" in the front" [A. Ward] That was fire [Real Deal] It was not That was not Talk that sh**, what's next? "Gosh darn it", "H.E. double hockey sticks"? You're an undercover Stan like American Dad You a problem? I dealt with more of them than a therapist has Let me clear this sh** up, like a Claritin tab We the '92 Dream Team That makes you Laettner the white Christian here to carry our bags The f**ing errand/Aaron boy You Christian rappers are the biggest fraud And y'all are the crowds they prey on They acting like they shedding light or some sh**, like they Akon You built a small buzz Aaron and it ain't take long That's real slick, think Key & Peele skit You brought a teacher here to f** Aaron's name up like A-a-ron [Round 2: A. Ward] So, let me get this straight I saw you in Pittsburgh? [Real Deal] Facts [A. Ward] That's crazy bro, I've never seen you in Pittsburgh ever It's almost like you have to reach for the facts I understand you brought up foul language and that's your signature move But what would I need to curse if/cursive y'all don't even teach that in cla** Straight up I appreciate the opportunity Real...Organik But if y'all process fake that man made up in the last round You'll realize ain't much about him real...organic Now, you're an alcoholic elementary school teacher If that isn't golden So ab nutrition or Pabst Blue Ribbon, what kind of six pack you promoting What's your 40 pound Deal? 'Bout 5 PM? As y'all can tell I got issues with Trev's course So I'ma let the air out Cause ever since that quarter flipped I knew you weren't bred thorough Let's get to beating this dead horse Now you not violent You a gym teacher Stop acting like in your circle, you lift up and a pair are shooting the building You get kids in a big circle, and y'all lift up a parachute [?] Now you not violent You a gym teacher Stop acting like when you reach for the metal the .44 will blow a hole in my ribs The only time you ever reach for the metal...is when you're trying to lower the goals for your kids Daylyt, how is he in Dot Mobb...and PTA at the same time? I'm having a laugh So let me get this straight Open house, the parents file in, they packed in the cla** And after leaving you tell Mr. Tompkins, "Johnny doing real well." And get the urge to start smacking his- Now you not violent! You a crowd pleaser The type to rap on stage to win 'em over And in the same breath tell QP you gonna shoot his son outta a stroller You know, the type to grieve the loss of two women that were great Straight up I hate that feeling I pray for comfort and healing for your days I bet they looking down on you, grinning in that place while you honor them By telling 100 Bulletz you gonna violate his lady and her eyeliner gon' look like a widow at a wake That's a disgrace [Real Deal] That was fire! [A. Ward] I understand that was fire But you go from book bag to hood pa** to anything for a good laugh Not me, every bar is the impact Whether battling comes with cream or not, I'll still smoke a cat, no filter Cause when you got something you wanna express so much you don't wanna hold it back So stop people, please don't get me stirred up with this fake stuff, we not equal And part of me wants to sit back and laugh a lot, eh I can't put up with this half and half Now I know a lot of y'all prolly looking at me like, "Son that's wack" Y'all awake? Don't worry, y'all gon' think that mug fire when I (RUN THAT BACK!) I said every bar he stuck (barista); impact Whether battling comes with the *cream* or not I'll still s*moka* cat No *filter* when you got something you want to express so (espresso) much you don't hold it back Stop people, *stirred* up with the fake stuff, not *Equal* Sit back and laugh a lot eh (latte), *Half & Half* Let's get back to rap You not getting through me, son be the face of the brand Sheesh patna, obese toddler, you not fitting 2T, it was getting too deep I was talking to you, now I'm talking at you, a body That's what I'm going for in my main stage debut like Auston Matthews, walking past you I'm too strong, seals are deadly [?], just sit there dude Y'all think Ric Flair move, chopping block I'll put your whole group on (Groupon) I got a Deal for everybody So don't ever question my sk** I left care or concern for you back home on a night stand, right next to my chill I'm straight forward, you play Norbs Refer to anything pressed to my grill I'll knock the hip hop culture clean out you That's to the point Real don't even recognize Real Go ahead, spit your out of context Bible jokes and pretend that you way too clever Crazy Trevor Weller, battling me already made you better [Round 2: Real Deal] Y'all think I was gonna let the little Ward talk get me? He clowned me for being a gym teacher, what do you do? "I'm an application an*lyst out in the bec-" shut up we bored already! You a cubical worker, you give other people tasks for them to divvy up Same bullsh** work jargon like, "Hey, thank god it's Friday, right? I could really use a cup of joe to pick me up." I'm the most popular person in my building Every time they see me man the kids go nuts My dodge ball tournaments are legendary, my kickball games be lit as f**! You got me f**ed up, like Jesus Christ in every depiction Catch a two piece and take flight like president Nixon They in they little rap groups like, "Oh my god, Real Deal have you checked the predictions." I'm not surprised, battle rap has become wrestling, why wouldn't they give the Edge to a Christian That's why, really shouldn't listen to the sh** that your boy said Get with the program, I'm Lattimore in the midst of a 'roid rage Even Jehovah's a witness How I'm bell ringing, this sh** could get a Mel Gibson The oy vey, I rap hotter, I'm Atwater, G1 hit will turn a Christian to [?] They said, "Run that back.", I said, "Why? I'm the king of sports bars." KC I could bury Ward with a whole nother running back Math from the Keystone, they'll have to dispatch all police zones I'll cut his body up, send his limbs to his mama and the other half back to the priest's homes You get beaten to a pulp for thinking life is always peachy I'm 'bout sending messages, not just you though, I'm trying to do a CC Like if your man's 'bout that loyalty, he riding for you, easy These hands deadly, he can take the cross for you like Simon of Cyrene You from Kansas City, right? So you on some Strange sh** One too many [?] Boy wilding out before the third like the terrible twos Throw hands I'm daring you to That pick you up ain't tiramisu It's cuffs and [?] show you your crib from an aerial view Your wifey let me smash, these are also facts, and thought she was gon' kick back with my t-shirt I told her, "Girl, you gotta leave." All of a sudden, b**h has a demeanor No no, I said, "Open mouth, not open house. Don't try to chit chat with the teacher." I send her home with a Yankee candle and a gift basket from Jeter I'm just saying, if it's wedding vows bro, let me let you down slow I met her once, she tried to take the meat out like a veggie calzone She don't wrestle house shows but she with the head like Al Snow I'm sorry, forgive me I'm Spacey, I took the head like Gwyneth Paltrow You only on this stage right here because I allow you Everything about you is fake, you shouldn't have showed up like the round two You'se a motherf**ing fraud, this motherf**er is a clown shoe Even the team you repping, you a Christian, ain't nothing Gully about you [Round 3: A. Ward] They told me Real was the realest in Real state Well that's cool, I'm in a different zone And whether/weather I see you reign/rain or not, remember this isn't snow I can get a loan, trespa** on my property brother, this mark get crashed My pen amazing, renovation, I get to slipping homes/holmes Stick and go, let's go Y'all should've knew siding with him would get him debt Right on there, I'm too versatile, you get caught slipping and socked when I slide on squares I believe in the dukes, that's called "punchline irony" Cause it was felt went I laid it down but at the same time it put a leak in his roof You seasoned to boot, I was crown molded for this Nothing but cla**ics I swear It's crazy cause your career on a downward spiral and I know how to rap/wrap around stairs/stares I'm still renovating, insulating I promised the fans I wouldn't vent 'til late in the battle, well let's get this image straightened If QP been on [?] I guarantee you been on an episode of Hardcore Pawn You look like the type of rapper who shows up to events, stands outside and sells your CD out of cardboard box Whoa, wait a second Yeah I was chopping it up with Cortez and Clips at World Dom' after the event The show was great, I turned around bumped into Trevor and he hit me with that, "Well they cost ten but...I can let it go for eight." I remember it vivid, I gave you the ten though I got to the whip, me and Promise got to track two, skipped to the track that Daylyt produced and we let it go...out the window! This the end though On this slate or music, your career has come to a screeching halt and that's pitiful Now this teacher missed the bliss of being relevant and that's exactly why he's dying in the building to me off that principle When I was younger, I had dreams of being a hooper You know making millions, it was crazy Cause I even look like White Chocolate But I remember that night I was in the basement chilling And my brother Cannon was pa**ing off the elbows like Jason Williams At that time, I promised myself I would never glorify the way they living Why talk about the past when you can help define the future Meanwhile you get up here and waste rounds with throwaways Man, hold up, like you some kind of sewer No you waist rounds, man hole up, you some kind of sewer My only competition is my flesh, attack of the clones What you pack; hypocrisy, what I'm packing is hope You battle cats for respect, I battle cats for the throne You teach a cla** for a check, I'm in a cla** of my own I did not come to get- actually I got a little personal with you And that's only cause I feel like in life you might be going through some personal issues Just know, surrender to God, be obedient It won't change overnight but the rest will fall in line I appreciate the opportunity God is good (All the time!) [Round 3: Real Deal] So, every time someone says a gun bar you scoff with a total lack of respect You try to break down the whole approach and come after they neck It's f**ing battle rap Aaron, they're not actual threats Plus again, you're from Kansas City, your scene is only relevant because of a Mac and a Tech You predict street rappers will talk about guns, like you're some detective who's uncovered a link If you find that impressive, quench your thirst for something to drink with cleaning products under your sink A f**ing rapper's name will be Young Drug Dealing Murderer And he'll be like, "Let me guess, you 'bout to talk about drug dealing and murdering." What the f** did you think What's next? Water is wet and Hugh Hefner probably dipped the pen in company ink I said, so not only are you a Christian but you're a prophet...wow But you battle for no profit, that's some crazy sh** That's ironic like Colin Kaepernick suiting up for The Patriots So just so I can make him sick I'ma turn to the steel like Peter Rasputin Brace yo' self to see cap shot like the knees on Pat Ewing I told the Smack crowd if I blacked out there would be a ma** shooting For you that's still the truth, but it's Dylann Roof, there will be a Ma** shooting Cause the tommy got a kick like Best Of The Best Black magazine go to work like an Ebony wrap That's why I put it before the Smith like Kenny "The Jet" We can get it shaking with the hands for nothing like a gentleman's bet You still doing this without commission cause you ain't a official And they don't cut checks to cadets, you beefing with the general So now he thinking he got an S on his chest He tried to break me down for three rounds with angles Never the less I was just praying for one bar, like a side chicks pregnancy test But you like that steaming sh**, I got you And the both on Ted Logan, f** with my dog/dawg I'm John Wick He trying to play hardball, I'm at a different speed you can't be the one to talk sh** But let's play devil's advocate If you do win this battle I'll still send a hot one whistling through your wig I'm Shane Falco in The Replacements My homie from the squad is on the turf just kicking it with the cig/sig They like, "Real, I rock with schemes but honestly, Keanu Reeves? I don't know about that." Let me explain, just cause they love me everywhere and half the time I don't know how to act Put him out his misery, shoot this clown like a circus stunt You p**y, you act big then turn to a Buddy like Sherman Klump Ball game, let your man advance like a perfect bunt This right hook will turn his pearly fronts to a Kirsten Dunst A fifth will do her, a big game hunter, I'm out here hitting cougars So many rides home I own stock in Lyft and Uber I tell b**hes to give me space then explain it to 'em like a physics tutor I'm too savage like I have a threesome with Topanga and Winnie Cooper I said it's your boy RD The Chef I make sure every line cook cause this is my meal ticket A. Ward, praise Lord that you lost to somebody real, deal with it