King of the Dot - Arcane vs Pat Stay (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: Pat Stay] Arcane... that's a hard name You know who you remind me of? Scarface You f**ing boss When you meet him, it makes your heart race He'll give you that hard shake Your f**ing arm breaks Thug life, you know how he got here, car chase He pulled out front and said, "Hey what's up?" He said, "Don't get smart, k?" He burnt Cheddar and dodged Bulletz to get that large chain But your lines came through bills so I guess you are cane What up Toronto? The champ is here! It's going down I'm about to roast this old clown in his own home town If you say you're the people's champ, ha Let's do this just to make a point If ya'll want me to represent this country Make some noise!!! You know what's up Now hold up wait, skrrt Let me get this straight Cause I don't quite understand So Caustic gave you rhymes you paid him the money But it wasn't for the rhymes you was just helping your man Now I get it, it's like this hooker I bought the other night Ten hours straight she bounced on my dick Now I paid her, but I mean, it wasn't for the s** I was just looking out for the b**h Haha, you're an idiot, stop lying, I talked to you after the battle And you admitted it, you told me he gave you rhymes at the Grand Prix And you agreed you'd split the money if you ended up winning it Which is ironic, cause when you battled The Saurus You blamed the same sh** on him and you did the exact same thing as him You f**ing hypocrite! See Caustic agreed to give him bars in exchange for the change of the wealth You Pay-Pal'd money for those bars cause you couldn't think of them yourself So how the f** do you deserve the Canadian belt If you can't even win the sh** without an American's help He's a coward he knows it he's been average for years and now All of a sudden now he's the dopest All of these punchlines coming from nowhere sh** was obvious how did we know this? His own boy told me he's had a team of writers for half his opponents So at the end of the day yeah his sh**'s dope But how do we know who actually wrote it? Yo, I'm the man for the throne, the champ's gotta go His name's Cane, cause he don't stand a chance on his own And foolin' me is just something you can't do Cause you got Two Chainz but nothing you say's Tru Hey guys, look he mad right now Trying to log in to Pay Pal right now He wants to get the mobile app so bad right now Before the battle he was on his smart phone texting Caustic "yo let me cop some bars bro" Caustic sent him such a dope line he texted him back, "Don Demarco" f** that though I ain't sweating that The chain is mine if I lose he's getting jacked I'll snatch his chain so fast it'll decapitate his a** And then I'll rock it with his f**ing head attached This fraud can't step to Pat After this battle he gon' forget his a** Faster than a second flat like I flashed him With the gadget from Men in Black You thought these long rounds were going to f** me up And I'd have to adapt to the change Dawg, this is my sh** You just brought back the wrath I had from back in the day I cause impact with the strength to shake the earth and crash a plane I'm Pat Stay, I'll rap my way around a thousand pound rattlesnake The chain is mine! [Round 1: Arcane] Since you wanna talk about that Grand Prix First off, ain't nobody ever consider Chedda my equal And we all know you and Hollohan share bars so which is the lesser of evils I already proved in that whole tournament all my weapons is lethal And all Caustic proved is he's a desperate, deceitful, treacherous weasel But yo, they say hindsight is 20/20 So looking back now I see things perfect My last battle I was rocking the three rings and it turned into a three ring circus Well I ain't got time for clowns instead I crafted these three verses to shine some light on the dark side that lies beneath P's surface See, he's nervous So why is this s**a trying to claim he's a boss When all you do is promo battles cause you scared of taking a loss I hit targets with large calibers, stock silencers Snipe yo' sh** You Dodge Challengers like a Chrysler whip So that's why I ain't step in this ring to talk about those weapons I bring Nah, this a chess game, y'all just pawns in the rest of my scheme Your white knight can only take the L if you check what I mean We all seen him make crooked moves dodging Bishop trying to get to the king So if you wanna put me on trial, launch a case and sue me With all this baseless scrutiny trying to bait and lure me You can't escape the fury How you gon' act like Judge Dredd when you dread judges you too scared to face the jury See that's why I don't fear Pat's name This a fierce man's game I already proven over the years most of my peers can't hang So let's be honest Pat, you never had the balls to come near that chain Until I was the heel coming off the heels of a smear campaign See that's why Pat Stay in school He plays it safe and takes the easiest route He claims he ain't scared of sh**, but I see reasonable doubt Seems like you scared to do a rap you won't succeed and get wealth So how we supposed to believe in you when you don't even believe in yourself? Yo, I mean, let's be real Pat Your career path in battling ain't a safe bet If you Canada's biggest export then what's happening with your paycheck? You battled the biggest names but you only get a fraction of what they get And you haven't even tried to f**ing an album or a tape yet Man, you so lazy and complacent, if you the favorite this is bias The way I put these rounds together, crazy, it's a science I sling shots that rock 'em, straight between his eyelids So y'all can witness the slaying of a giant cause this is David vers' Goliath That's why Patrick Stay is a dead man walking My bars is straight mescaline and you better take medicine I'm something you ain't never been Cane is a trained veteran So keep acting wild these punches leaving gaps in his smile like Dave Letterman See me and you? We not the same specimen bredren It's game seven these rappers is plain feminine The white boy k**ing 'em, I am spitting fire, get your jaw tapped and wired like the 5-0 listening So yo, I brought that machete to hack his limbs off Bare to the bone Body parts getting thrown to the air cause I'm the true heir to the throne You ain't the genuine article Pat You just an embarra**ing clone So when it comes to these King Of The Dot chains, I'm wearing 'em home [Round 2: Pat Stay] Wigger bars, that's something you gotta deal with No matter how low you wear that hat, you can't hide from this real sh** You rub cocoa bu*ter on your elbows And calls his Irish girlfriend his ebony queen And he's always asking me if I have Vaseline cause he says he has ashy knees He gets made fun of for them big a** hats he wears But he's too embarra**ed not to cause he says he has nappy hair See, he thinks he's a black man and excuse me for this angle But it's kinda f**ed up Cause you a slave to that chain bro I know, I know, that's f**ed up, but that's what boggles my brain though Cause I don't understand why Django don't wanna let his chain go Aye, if he pulled a name out his hat, it'd say, "Arcane you're not black." If you check the tag in the back it'd say, "Shave your chin strap." You're white! I know he hates that sh** White is beautiful Alex! Embrace that sh** I'll take a Who Needs To Grow The Hell Up And Quit Wearing That Stupid Hat So God Damn Low for 300 Alex Yo, you 35 years old, you gotta grow up sometime Arcane Old wigger walking around thinking of punchlines all day Bumping Losing Yourself to the music in his buddy's Sunfire all day Hat pulled down all low, looking like an umpire all day But enough with the roasting session I'ma keep this sh** rap I got some sh** you gotta hear dawg, I'ma feed you some facts Your own city wants me to win tonight there's a reason for that I average twice the views per battle than you, there's a reason for that I already know how much you got paid for this, we'll leave it at that But I got five times more and you're the champ Dawg, there's a reason for that Bro, think about it, think about it And that's serious, I'm being dead serious with you Every big international name they feed them to Pat You've been hoping through obstacles for the chain and winning Grand Prix's I've been kicking my feet up relaxed See what you lack is a battler Alex Or natural talents that no one can teach you to have And that's personality and charisma, and you have neither, you just rap So spit them punchlines and wordplay schemes you gotta think about I spit that sh** you gotta go home look in the mirror and think about I'll make this easy to figure out You're old, you have no image, you're not marketable And you'll always be that hard working dude that nobody gives a sh** about f** a punchline, that sh**'s real I can't imagine how that would feel A Happy Meal to Ally McBeal, you just don't have the appeal But he just thinks he's so lyrical So I figured only for fun f** it, I'ma show HIM how it's supposed to be done I'm carnivorous, carve into him with sharp instruments Artistic with the blade, I stick it so far in then start twisting so hard I rip out your heart on the tip of it Godzilla when I stomp through the streets Car alarms go off and lights start flickering Darkness hits, my arms swinging I start flipping sh** A starfish swimming with a shark you aren't fit for this Your arch nemesis better choose your words wisely and articulate I don't care you popped an Oxy moron, don't get smart idiot It's clear that his head blew/blue up on some Marge Simpson sh** But I'ma flip the script like Hitler acts at Bar Mitzvah sh** I'm Pat Stay! Straight off a block like Tim Duncan Stone Cold Steve Austin, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin' LL Cool Stay, Fresh Prince Of The Dark Side And 'King Of The Dot's Champ' 'bout to be another nick name in the archive [Round 2: Arcane] Now that I'm back on top looking down, I see a lot of disloyal snakes in the gra** Some of the same spoiled lame little brats that tried exploiting 'Cane in the past My last opponent sh** the bed, he left with a soiled stain in his path Dizaster was never the real king, more like a royal pain in the a** That same night you battled Math Well when it comes to bars I'm the worst type of critic You said you ain't the 'wolf', cause you're 'flow' backwards That's one of the first lines I'd edit Didn't you say the same exact bars against Shotty Horrah as if the world might forget it f** is you stupid? That wasn't even hot the first time you said it And he's suppose to be the white knight that's here to save the day To tell the truth I ain't ever really been amazed with Stay You must be a vocational level student, I ain't saying he's a straight fool But since you had trouble with Math, I guess we gon' have to take him to trade school Ayo, yo Organik, you know this battle might hit a mil' right? So let's make sure these mics work, for blowing hot air I'll send him to that H-Vac in a white hearse, fix his plumbing You'll find me with the ratchet when them pipe's burst No electrical technician but when I'm spitting the sh** is light work You need to work on your construction, you got a couple little nice spurts But you lack in the foundation, principles to build a tight verse I already signed a general contract to what your life's worth You better run and get the four man/foreman if I catch him on site/sight first Let's go, so this is like putting Larry Bird versus Birdman Chris Anderson Y'all can consider me one of the gods, I'm part of the new pantheon I'll sh** on any rapper regardless of who's camp he in I got the soul of an underdog, but the heart of a true champion I deliver straight punches, see I focus my craft Pat, you're like a wrestler, you flex and get loud like someone's holding you back You throwing hay makers that don't connect then you go for the trap Throw in a couple low blows and the crowd over reacts Well yo, I got more second round knockouts than Iron Mike and I'm snapping now They persecuted me in the press but I ain't never backing down You thought those Zab Judah jabs would have me tapping out It's looking like I may weather/Mayweather the storm and murder the whole pack of y'all (Pacquiao) So what you looking at right here is grown man bars versus school yard jokes Look at the proof kid, the truth is you not dope In your last few battles, you barely had a few hard quotes So all y'all judges better be real about who y'all vote This ain't Patrick Stay, with bars that sloppy this ain't Patrick's day Slow that down, I said with bars that sloppy it's St. Patrick's Day You don't wanna see 'Cane let that ratchet spray A clutch shooter and I'm good with the heat from long range like Shane Battier Yo, so after Pat's done taking this loss, I know the failure will haunt him All his hopes and his dreams 'bout to be derailed and forgotten You should've known you can't prevail I'm a marksman It's round 2, Pat's through but I'll be back to put the nail in his coffin Let's go! [Round 3: Pat Stay] Your crew's a bunch of s**ers, wannabe tough boys A gang of old Catholic priests, a bunch of f** boys Like if I smacked you, what could his friends say? They're p**y, period They overreaction or get an attitude I'll set his men straight/menstruate I'm a tank in this b**h Only thing langy is my dick Sometimes I get it tangled around my ankle and trip Only time he be strapped with a magnum is if he was banging a chick But even that's far fetched cause lord knows it'd be baggy as sh** But he loves talking about guns, eh But we know he just be fronting Cause no dudes co-sign that sh** like breast reduction Never shot a gun in his life, that's why I hate these battle rappers But since you a nerd, I use basic mathematics to break you down to a fraction Check it out Your trigonometry isn't co-signed/cosine Triangles will have some shape, you're obtuse If you just use the right angles you'd be straight Now I know this geometry raps probably wack and I sound like a huge lame bro But c'mon you gotta admit, to a certain degree it's acute/a cute angle Eh, always acting like he's 'bout to grab a knife and slice my throat Oh stop it Alexander, you're the nicest guy I know But when I say that sh** it's believable, that's what the difference is Cause I'll fire this can' and smoke this b**h in the face like Dizaster throwing a hissy fit But understand, I was Pat Stay before I was Pat Stay That's why I'm so respected, it's more than a rap name I could go on and on about old war stories but that's lame Because when you've actually lived that life you don't glorify that phase But I'll tell you right now, if you was around you wouldn't even last a second I done tied up s**ers like you and beat them half to d**h Wrap my hands around your neck 'til you make Scott Jackson sound effects And slam you just for impersonating a life you think's cool that stole half my friends So quit lying about that life cause I really mean that sh** Quit rapping about somebody shot cause I really seen that sh** Close range, my man caught a bullet he had to eat that sh** Then dig it out himself with a knife he really bleeds that sh** That's why I don't condone that life and I don't act like my steel be clapping But that choke slam sh**? Dawg, that could really happen b**h, what you know about living in the hood? You wanna f** around with me, man I wish a wigger would And to speak to y'all Yeah, I used to hit that Pepsi can But God gave me a second chance God gave me a second chance And my f**ed up life experiences are what made me become a better man If you were from where I'm from you would understand And I swear I would never touch them d** again But I guess tonight my old life's seem to come in hand Cause I just cooked 'Cane/caine and smoke him and now I'm the f**ing champ Let's go! [Round 3: Arcane] Yo, listen up Pat was just talking some real sh** So rest in peace to your dead homies And rest in peace to my homies that died over the years Whether it was murders or suicides I ain't one to cry over spilt beers That's why your size don't intimidate me Pat I'm just trying to make this real clear I've been through bigger disasters/Dizasters than Bashir in my life and I'm still here And look at the size of this motherf**er Yo Pat, you tall enough to be playing ball, you should've been wearing them hoops out Instead homeboy got his ears pierced and said, "f** it. I'm wearing my hoops out." Yo, now this gorilla growing so much hair his shoulders I bet his knuckles drag I thought your boy Hollohan had juice, it looks like you stole it from his duffle bag Yo, I gotta say, poking all that diesel in your veins, you probably lactate gas But when it comes to bars I'm way about Pat Stay's cla** You can't handle heavy bars, that's why you brought Hollohan here to spot you He be squatting over the top of Pat's face like, "C'mon brother, I got you." Yo, and you think that sh**'s fresh? I don't know if you really qualified duke This meat head reminds me of genetically modified fruit See you might be bigger on the outside but you ain't packing no juice So how's this fruit pumped full of steroids but on the label "Organic/Organik produce" See, you sit on the shelf all year So the Jolly Green Giant should have the sharpest lines Compare apples to oranges, your opponents all hand picked like market signs So start with trying to cultivate smarter rhymes How you supposed to be top seed when I'm the one that plowed through the field like it's harvest time {​Chokes}​ All y'all booing man...that's why you remind me of the Canadian version of Diz' Organik put you in a major position This company gave you a huge boost, just look at the names he was given And now you just trying to use your popularity to sway the decision or make a commission off of politics and favoritism? Well if that's the case, I just wanna say, "Shout out to Organik and all the promotion he's done." Putting me and Patrick in this final match up, that's an appropriate one So now I'm just putting the finishing touches on him like an upholstery gun Cause World Domination wouldn't be complete if I didn't show him how it's suppose to be done They say, heavy is the head that wears the crown With each chain a gift and a curse is given Now I can't escape these bars just like I was meant to work in prison Battle for stacks, got me seeing green, I went to thermal vision But now my worst addiction is back and I sense a murder victim Clap, after the first incision I left him in a worse condition So if I pop off it'll take his top off like a circumcision I'll have him sprawled out in that curb position Perma-grinning 'til he squirting, twitching I'm shutting down his f**ing central nervous system Yo, my circuits glitching My mind frame is disturbed and twisted So try 'Cane the consequence is worse than getting burnt from piff in a Turkish prison I'll serve him with the migraine that slice cranial surfaces with word precision Like, Titanium broad swords, piercing 'em My bars more furious A hardcore lyricist So f** Norbes and whoever said I ain't take the art Form serious You repping Dark Side? Pat you play with Star Wars characters, you from Dartmouth I put holes in him like dart boards; period So now you watching your chance for winning this chain gradually dissolve But you never really had a chance cause see my strategy's evolved I told the battle scene that causalities would fall So I gonna leave this wig perm like Big Worm there's principalities involved So yo, playing with my money is like playing with my emotions And Pat's an emo b**h Thought you could take Arcane's chain on some Debo sh**? I'd say, "Stay s**a Free" but that slogan's getting washed the f** out I'd rather do him like Craig did Debo and tell him, "You just got knocked the f** out!"