King of the Dot - Iron Solomon vs Daylyt lyrics

[Round 1: Iron Solomon] After six years of watching Mook run To show up and get booed, son When a cla**ic gets ruined I don't know who lost and who won But the view from the future When you look back at what you've done You'll come to understand your slogan "You win some and you lose some" Cause I won lots and I lost one, and that, Day, was gruesome But to build you must destroy, so since that day I grew some See, ya'll were sad, I'm that dude ya'll imagine can't lose But I ain't mad at that loss, I can handle that bruise You know what happened to past Jews We're used to having bad news You heard of King Solomon's wives I'm used to having mad boos No matter what bed you in your habitat moves So if the fans all desert me I'll adapt to that too Do the crime, do the time, I'll accept any charge Step in a spar, I ain't afraid of catching a scar Do dirt you might get dusted, that's how shenanigans are You think I'd take one L and quit? I ain't Kendrick Lamar Cause that would make me the worst kind of who*e Who gets f**ed once and quits cause her vagina's sore But actually I'm glad that he came wearing that Cause I'm battling my own legacy This sh** is a mirror match And the only real reason you getting held up this high Is cause you're a reflection of what I've done I see myself in your style Yo Brigante! How you feel about this round, Bish'? You ready for me to take this mirror down now (crowd says "b*tch!") I've returned, my reign reached further with each verse But I'll deliver this kid defeat first, like a breached birth Got a ladder to climb to reclaim my spot at one Your name don't ring bells, you just the bottom rung But you'll tide me over, so I made my way here Where your delivery can't slay my reign, dear The way this kid behaves, lot of michief made But you sent a little letter to Saint Nicolas, prayed When the gifts get gave I'm gonna dig his grave Give you the biggest box on your wishlist, Day I can't wait to open up on him like Christmas day Send Lyt to meet B.I.G. – I think Chris miss Day Ain't taking no L no matter how you holla, Day And if you live till tomorrow I'm boxing Day With the heavy and the feather weights waiting, shouting "fight, fight" You could get left, left overs with the right, right Iron ain't taking Lyt light, I'm taking Lyt's light This just isn't Day's day, this is night night! Uppercut him to a kite height, punching holes through black I don't think Lyt bright so let the Jewish guy work You are getting crusified, that's how we do at my church I'm a hungry blood s**er, you the food for my thirst Learn from a vampire what a human life's worth Right now, you feeling like you've survived worse Second round you thinking about suicides perks Third round, go to antics, maybe mooning might work You'll need more than your an*s when you and I verse So no bright ideas, the stars are my peers To reach where son at would take light years You can't eclipse my soul or my flare Right here is my throne, your throne is a high chair And I just had a baby, so I recognise how babies all behave Won't eat his veggies so his energy is mainly off of grapes Want to sh** in public, take out his dick in public And paint things on his face And won't get dressed to leave the crib if he can't put on a cape Well, baby D should be able to see in plain sight With a cape and his crusade (crew's aid) you still couldn't take flight You think you the brave type, in a blink I will take life You look at me wrong, D you'll be seeing a grave site For most opponents I'd stay awake right how a slave might I didn't even need to break night to see Daylyt See, you been trying to roam the map Don't even know the path The fork in the road you at, both ways go nowhere fast And even the coldest acts, sometimes hit a cul-de-sac So watch where you turn or there'll be no going back See, I'm illuminating where this lane is going ahead, Lyt So you can see that this scene will shine more when we shed light/Lyt It'll be a grave day when Lyt dead, but the world will be a little brighter in light end Namaste [Round 1: Daylyt] This sh** is fair as a air fight If you think I'm here to win battles Nah, I'm only here to make a name As soon as the mic handed to me The plan is to be the man in the mirror I'm only here to make a change Which is the key word, soon as the coin flip They realize the pen he brought for this quarter Got him screaming, oh my God, Day tense These iron rounds I got for money is currency But if y'all can't add that up now, later on it'll all make sense It's the new king versus the forgotten sire Let's see if you can spin a hot round Next to Mr. Washing Machine like y'all dryers I scream "We be the best" and they soft Breyer's Will, too much quill for squares to box tired of y'all bias I jot fire, résumé flame job hire for wop plier Think I lost my grip in that title shot prior I showed up as a slave with wrinkled clothes And nine months later I got Iron I tell them it's time to line up their mouth, like the motion hush Think ocean rush; they quick to see I am honest The stuff he know's cold sick symptoms, see visibly I am sinus Line minus I write for his a**, so simply I'm your highness What I did for this match I'm talking train for the kid Mentally I am Thomas It's time I go at him, fam; Uncle Fester Chester that cat, flame hot as the bad Cheeto Swag Frito Lays any b**h n***a, we drag hero Grand Jito, all rap, dogs snap, like a mad beagle Smash hito (?), I'm the Lord Of The Ring, like the last Smeagol The last c-note, get marked out to 100; I'm past Deebo Leave a jacka** face on his back, now that's Steve-O The ma** evil, get whip to be wrecked, like a smashed Regal One arm then iron in the sky; I'm Magneto I tell him a light wind, a breeze is what I desire Y'all believe it, I'm anemic; I need to body iron Who you eyeing Iron? I'll hit Iron with the iron Show Iron how iron feel I told you I'm anemic, f** around and get Iron peeled I am the ender My k**er Instant flame; I am the cinder Y'all 'bout to see a round body on a Canadian stage I am a Bender I am a trender, I'll let a clip load; I am a render Ironman get hit with the hawk; I am Avengers [Round 2: Iron Solomon] So when the Thott Mob Saw all the awkward sh** he does Wearing thongs and pixie dust Whipping out his dick and stuff Doing songs in the buff Blogs about kissing Puff False flagging Cripping, cause, they thought Yeah, "He fits with us." Then they all smacked his friggin' bu*t Please tell me, how'd the jump you in the gang? Did they stomp you and lump you? Or dry hump you in the gang Was your bu*t what the whole Dot Mob got a crack at? Was it like an E Honda thousand hand a** slap? Smdrdrdrdrd Smdrdrdrd SMACK! Or like a football game When players run from the sidelines But you was moon-walking through a tunnel of high fives? Well, your coach should have ran with some better ringers The Mob went from a handful of heavy hitters To randoms and second stringers Your camp has how many members? There's plenty in the crowd They wanna be the yard bully so they'll put anybody down While the Dot Mob president pretends that you're friends But he ain't present at your battle no one ever attends Little homie representing only benefits them With your rep I'd be resenting where those benefits end You playing the wrong game That relationships all strained Mook and Rex got along famous before fame Did numbers before the Dot They making some large gains Added money after the Dot So they paying him small change They purchased you for cheap Ain't no earnings you can keep Just desert what you deserve don't be concerned with what they eat That's the sermon that they preach They was certain you was meek Cause the serpent only preys on a person who is weak Like your tattoo artist when he's working on your piece Made you take it on the chin and turn the other cheek You observe without a peep Not a word without a tweet Under Dot Mob's wing You's a bird without a beak p**y as a putty tat Despite where he put his tat We gotta suffer this s**ers trash Why I outta whoop his a** And make it hard for this cartoon artist to save face Having some real heart is the part that you can't fake You a guppy in a tank with a shark and I taste bait You let Arsonal claim Grape And you aren't from the same state? Let alone ya neighborhood or your street Day, Day, Day, Day, Day, Day To Tookie that's weak I could walk in the shoes of the Brooklyn elite But there's a difference between Bigfoot and defeat All that I need is a rhyme book and a beat And I'm cooking with heat, I'll butcher this beef Dog, this cat food, type of p**y I'd eat On the real, you fishing to catch a hook in your cheek I'm the medicine man, when you look to get leaked An NY in front of Quill will put him to sleep! Send you a** snoozing back to La La land You got a face that says, "This ain't what my Ma planned." You're her greatest failure When you face a mirror You wish you saw an L.A. star like Jayceon Taylor Because y'all ain't Blood But you would share his family name The only Crip that would literally get married to The Game Then it's off to the alter he goes I bruise all of your alter egos I alter egos Day, Lyt, Quill, your real name is Devon, right? Well, today Quill'l get sent to divine light My claim as king on this stage is divine right You could write 'til 2020, couldn't see me in hindsight We see what this Grape has done for the lime light Imagine what this fruit would do for a Klondike BARS! This is Walter Cronkite meets Walt White A short pier, a long hike, a gun in a knife fight While this fist is working him, this one is on strike You waiting on punch lines, this is the prom night Watch Devon's wife get carried away from her own husband The queen's with the king, we already at home coming You think she's so pure, she prolly has no her 'Till I whip out that limb, oh she chauffeur She worked that dick, like that's her occupation We trade off with our mouths, that's a conversation She ain't afraid to face me, hard! That's a confrontation And put all her features on me, that's a compilation Keep it going? Keep it going? I split her open put my tool inside, that's an operation Make her say "Ahhh", then bang her on her knees That's a doctor's patient Now she on her knees five times a day That's Asalaam Alaikum Anything you can do I can do better! That's the point I'm making [Round 2: Daylyt] I said, I had this sh** bottled up for the longest And it's not Moscato or Moet They think I forgot the quilt well it's chocolate milk You who make the show bets My second round is my ground game I ain't even get to the flow/flo' yet They thought he could split the G.O.A.T. and realize I'm the wrong n***a to go at I said it's a mean pleasure for these extreme measures [?] pa** the digraph, today I become Irv Gotti I brought Murder Inc. for this word hobby Word, Ivy, I get to preserve body out of the cryo stash? Solomon I'll admit But don't cry, your last match don't defy yo' spaz When the file pa**, it shows you got cool schooled I watched Mook DeVry yo' a** [?] asked, "How did you die or was the dial high on gas?" Well talent sound would swell balance round but you still got your gyro slashed The top spot you drop and I cop Soon as I put on the eye O mask Oh Mile, look how I blew him, my career sonic boom Quick as a Guile blast Now I'm the guy They imitate my moves I got a [?] I catch 'em all, soon as I take a peek at you/Pikachu legends I got a lie yo Ash In my alley we rally for checkers broke records, get his vinyl crash Wig cracked, the kid black, it's like a Caillou flash No matter how you spaz, signed vital pa** Title past, they couldn't save dog with the [?] Regardless, everything they write about this artist is garbage Why do they buy yo' trash? Since the dino's past It was great so I erase shows that I'ma cook you And that's exactly why the dinos pa**ed You in front of the black skeleton Tell him facts, you fair skin, lack melanin That's how you know daylight gonna fry yo' a** I am God's pig due to my pigment son That third rock do not respect you Too much day light in your face white boy, sun blocking won't protect you I'm the prophet, if he profit his pockets is what we check through Real Shotty still bodies, Colossus is what the Tec do I'm Brown as the real Bobby His plate is what we ate off like the real Nazi Get put to f**ing sleep when I peel b**hes, I'm Bill Cosby But for the longest I've been eyeing he Waiting for a stage, a place where it was just I and he Bars debating if I should give Iron these Knowing his heart is 'bout as soft as his bro daughter I'm slaughtering Iron niece To cut my legs off, that's exactly what Iron needs But he can't, cause I stand strong as a man with Iron knees Hire these To the f**ing Batmobile [Round 3: Iron Solomon] Yo, you came in the game strong, claimed your throne But now you taking loses we can't condone 1-3-9 in Lennox ain't his home But you still got a Big L from that Danja Zone/Dangerzone That's why you had a hard time behind these bars out the gate Think house arrest, you get knocked you step too far out your place So give me room or I'ma cut you, trying to carve out some space I'm like you having tattoo regrets, yo get this mark out my face! Yo, I mean, who'd he top to get to this tier? Am I missing something? Who dick he s**ing? He gotta be swallowing cause he ain't spitting nuttin' I go, there's a big eruption Your flow, is an interruption The hard sh** comes between your soft rounds, this is titty f**ing I skip discussion You feeling froggy then get to jumping I'll bang out with all you pussies, I'm a sh**ty husband But this kid be cuddling with his lame a** wife The next day he gets naked to prove his gay man's pride He run with New York crews, but claim L.A. gang ties I'm just struggling to understand your strange a** life You flip your image outta left field, that's the game plan right? See one light at sun rise, Day will change that night We seen 'Lyt switch up but he ain't that bright You from The Matrix why we never seen the same cat twice? See one Day', be pulling out and shooting the heater For the other Day, pulling out is what he do with his wiener This sh**'s community theater With a gangster who's getting crazy By playing dress up with Randy and Mr. Lahey It's always some f** sh** when dude is involved We think he's truly evolved then the illusion dissolves There's two yous, you get a dub when you doing your job But when he knows he won't win then he loses his drawers Between creative and corny, you walking a thin line Trying to juggle this circus act with balance you can't find Doing six second videos throwing up gang signs In California raising (raisin) suspicion 'bout yo' Cripping through them Grape vines When the Watts [?] Grapes split into the Locs and the Mexicans You think they pictured YOU as the future of who spoke for they section? A Crip so small minded he gotta troll for attention With no ending to the length that he'll go for a mention Toward what goals are you heading? To be known as a legend or a vulture who fed himself off this culture we repping? Which role are you peddling? Where are these roads intersecting? He's so lost he gotta ask Calicoe for directions Have you spoke to a reverend? No? Devon? Well let us pray We'll get your soul into Heaven Just answer me this question Day Tell me why is it that this p**y must behave Somewhere between a dickhead and as a**hole to feel he's entertained (enter taint) I mean we seen dude do crap on a stage You just can't do, I thought yo' a** was washed up after that sham' poo/shampoo That's why your movement has been stressed You can't take sh** Seriously all you do is in jest/ingest You know the difference between being me and this mess? After battles I get press After battles you get dressed See little girls who need attention become go-go dancers Cla** clowns act out cause they don't know answers This actor gained dollars rocking masks and costumes But lost sense of who he really is and that's the cost to him Bankrupt, robbed by your own spending Your credit, there's no mending I'm catching you on your way down, this is goal tending All your sh** backfired, Mexican plumbing You're like every p**no ever, your ending is coming/cumming Began as a grown man and regressed into nothing So I'ma count your life down, think Benjamin bu*ton I'm an 80's baby, to me the 21st century is f**ing weird I put a decade and a half in this game, sweat, blood and tears The real work I wanna see through, is becoming clear I learned a few new life lessons, last couple years Like a king with an uppercut to get undermined by a s**er punch If it lands, a lord's lease on this stage is just month to month Cowards are weak, but money is power They pay 10 grand for Day's crew, they paid 20 for ours/24 hours See how quick it could change, your status switched in the game Now watch me clock out your 15 minutes of fame Your moments over the second that this goes online And Day's days are numbered when the host calls "time" [Round 3: Daylyt] I said, what I did versus Oops, I like to call this the sequel And sacrifice some of my third verse just to talk to my people Most of y'all muhf**as have no idea of what it means when the real n***as say "Real n***a sh**." Cause when a black n***a hating on a black n***a that go back to the house n***a and field n***a sh** In a new sense they k**ed n***as quick Left kids in the field with a click/clique guns filled with a clip Thought we was past the lashings but now these n***as will k** for a deal with a whip They jealousy is jealousy Bottom of the Amistad boat's motion which got us feeling sick In videos we waving guns like we wild boy, but we run from the cowboys like the real Emmitt Smith In a sense, who knows what's to be deleted but still get a whiff Racism, they said they was finished lying But the race to the finish line is what we still dealing with I said Martin Luther King had a Dream Til one of your people left his dream's blown He got scratched off like a mad itch, it was a bad stitch and yet it seem wrong We lost our leader, now brothers telling, "No more lean on me, just get your lean on." The problem with us is there's a lot of blacks on activists And not enough black activists to make the team strong When I was young, I grew up off of Good Will clothing Brand new shirt with the sleeve gone For food my father had to run into local routes and get his Steve on You had the childhood life kids like me would dream on I grew up asking my father, "How you get to Sesame Street?" This n***a daddy helped write the Sesame Street theme song I said, Daylyt k**ing Solomon, how ya do this? When you was completely a**ed out from the get go, but you knew this/nudist Soon as you start rapping I'm thinking, "Please, that sh** ease as a sneeze." I'ma chew this sh** And if he fall I'm thinking, Chinese god, I'ma Buddhist/boo dis sh** I told you, I'm back to fold you, I got a new hunch My whole squad lift up trey, this the group lunch I ain't never seen a mark like this, this a new punk n***as this scary gotta get booked, this is Goosebumps I said it's true chump I'm fro Watts where they not respecting a brother pride You ask a n***a from Watts, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Cause he got his sh** pocket checked on the other side! I said, my crew rep the hard route Your crew rep the small route It's true, you a Goof Troop so you better fallout My tool let 'em all out, crew set to draw out One through your roof, roof, roof, Who Let The Dogs Out? It gets live, b**h high the b**h die I got a World Domination pistol you get hit with the big 5 Life, medals are bronze, silver and some are gold Days, some are hot, winter, some are cold Life, some are gangstas, some are b**h, some are bold Before I go, Solomon I got one question for you WHAT ARE THOSE?!