Real Deal - Real Deal vs 100 Bulletz lyrics

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Real Deal - Real Deal vs 100 Bulletz lyrics

[Round 1: 100 Bulletz] It's the battle of the most underrated white rapper Hell nah I ain't with that trash I just thought I'd say it first before you spit that trash Race jokes and played out rhymes, that's what you on? Then point it at the top of his head, Jimmy Neutron You can have a seat or get slept, that's a futon We all getting Deal on sight, that's a Groupon Mr. Weller move on, go swallow anthrax See a big clear body, Notorious hologram rap Your tough guy punchlines? All a damn act Crack Deal so good, it bring Hollohan back You better call your man fast YTG, the crew is lethal, super evil Timmy Turner, show up at your school to beat you Got a big nose looking for a deal like Jewish people I said you my equal? My last two King Of The Dot battles been unreal I put QP in a bag and I drug Deal For trying to stunt Real I'm punching from the jump like Ong-Bak, a done Deal No heartbeat since the contract; blood spill Four arms reach; Mortal Kombat If you "The Chef", boy RD (Chef Boyardee) gon' get the long cap So fall back, you let the heat wave? Quit lying Chef, you not cooking Reality shows you never seen the Iron, Chef But you said, "I'm Bobby Flay with a pot of yay" Then chastise the trap type rappers Hit up the URL like, "Ayo Beasley, let me be your little black/white cracker." You probably s** Norbes dick to get a match right after He outside the event with a sign that says, "Smack lives matter" How you Real with a fake accent? And your music is weak Call your next album, "Real Deal Presents: How To Ruin A Beat" Just be you when you speak Cause if the kid detect any disrespect, no gripping the Tecs It's Real Deal Holyfield if the fist connect You ain't seen Bulletz do a teacher this bad since Virginia Tech I said the whole battle you getting checked By the end of the third you're rep is tarnished Angles or punches you dead regardless Think I Am Sam, the pen/Penn retarded They sent a marksman At Don't Flop I cooked T/tea on a kettle Your head shot on the wall after I give this teacher a medal/metal They a**uming I'm Illuminati to be at this level I never sold my soul but I just sent a Deal to the Devil I said, what up King Of The Dot? I wanna thank y'all for reaching out But wait for the third round, there's a lesson I gotta teach about [Round 1: Real Deal] I said Madflex, you was right I told Organik I won't write a fresh verse until he triples the bread first Like a rich white girl, all I'm worried 'bout is that next purse Hustler like Larry Flynt, only difference is the legwork/leg work Y'all make me rock with this corn/Korn? So I brought up biscuit/Bizkiit for your Significant Other and I ain't Fred Durst I said, I been a different rapper since a whippersnapper I'll give 'em Hell and bless 'em, like having your Christian pastor spit a scripture backwards You must be joking, side splitting laughter so hard I think a rib is fractured Different levels, this is bachelors, you better doctor it (doctorate) before you get to masters I grew up in a hole in the wall, so ironically every night I've been getting plastered But I'm on deck to shine homie, like some finish lacquer A young star getting Chips like the 60's Packers Hand to hand, lights out, this the clapper You beat me? You freebase like you hit a batter Beef? I settle it with metal like Metallica's sh** with Napster Your wife is flying in as soon as touch down we gotta kick it after f** Priceline and flight times I can personally hit up Shattner Cause I been a boss longer than Kenny Chesner been dicking tractors I said, my last time in Toronto I was at 100 Bulletz crib His wife on the coach trying to draw me in the box like a check mark Rocking pink wanting me to tap like Brett Hart Fat gut, stretch marks, you put that b**h at left guard You could f**ing moonwalk behind her every play and get yards They said after high school she blew up like the d**h Star I'd dog that b**h, she said call her (collar) so I bought her one from PetSmart Best part? Bulletz is in the next room, entertaining the Rug Rats like Reptar While she called me "king" and gave up the head like Ned Starks My dick all in her space she's like, "I'm with 100 Bulletz I think this is a mistake." I palm her head, she's like your last battle, chokes a lot but I don't give her any breaks I violate her with my Spawn when I finish on her face I got her eyeliner looking like a widow's at a wake Straight disrespect I'm at your local watering hole while his whole fam's around him I catch him at his bar stool and smack a stool sample out of him Let's get it popping, choppers at your crib like the Feds is watching You get what's in store one way or another like taking a klepto shopping I made a legacy with this pen, you ask around they'll say, "The Chef be talking" You just power forward with that Bull sh** you kick on camera like Dennis Rodman Any problems? Kenny Loggins, The Heat Is On Ironic, Bulletz will need a vest and that b**h better be Xena strong Tommy in the front seat, lift that joint like Cheech & Chong Big sh**, this clips like In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida long See I'm different, what I write's sharp Bulletz should've veered left You said, "Let's just do this for the experience", now it's a near d**h I'll be the first to bring a magazine to your door like a Sears rep Your whole team can take a boot to the face like beerfest Your entire existence as a human being says you should've took the red pill You're a 37 year old rapper slash producer Who still walks around the venue telling people, "Let's build." [Round 2: 100 Bulletz] A fake rapper with "Real" in his name that's a very smart ploy He at school like, "Mrs. Hill, yes. We ALL care about Roy." In the URL it's sssmmmmack, watch him air and spark toys Trevor acting on cam', this the Trailer Park Boys That's why you keep losing You flipping back and forth but you ain't Charron Try to cater to different audiences with an image, a voice that ain't your own Check the tapes this fake expose second rounds facing Rone Then Illmac' k**ed you I ain't seen a midget do that much damage since Game of Thrones Face it bro, I.C.E. left you stone cold and that's the bottom line like an underscore You got bodied by Syd Vicious, vers' DNA and Chilla got sonned some more Been rolled on and got lit up at the same time, that's a hoverboard This teacher only ever been good with Magic, you Dumbledore I wonder, you're a teacher but what you teach? When I look at your performance it couldn't be English Cause you was never good with The Saurus Half battle rapper, half teacher, confused professions cause he ain't bright For dodgeball he make his students watch Pesci vers' Daylyt He call multiple choices "John Johns" Then you hear a "Don DeMarco" if you get the answer right And when it come time for Math, he trying to show 'em how to fight I said what happened Mr. Weller? You've been average for years For Ancient History you prolly show them your battle career I mean I remember when this rapper was feared Always showed up trying to k** They said, "What happened to that cla**ic old reel/Real like silent films?" You actually said, "They think just cause I teach I don't push rocks to clients" Yeah, we believe you Trevor, please, stop the violence If you got that fish scale, it's raw sushi Trevor, you wouldn't wake up in the trap in a Saw movie You don't cop Uzi's, you best friends with Fresco You can't tell me that he not for real I find your crib then strike a Deal in the driveway, that's a garage sale I said, quit your tall tales If I hear one more time how Mr. Feeny gon' let a couple peel I'll walk up to Real, like, "You want the switchblade or the straight razor? Let's cut a Deal." I said, what's up King Of The Dot? I wanna thank y'all for reaching out But wait for that third round, there's a lesson I gotta teach about [Round 2: Real Deal] The fact that I am a teacher and a rapper makes me stand in front of this Canada crowd grateful I grew up DIRT POOR I put my fam' in a house, I got bands and accounts, my finances are now stable The sh** I seen growing up, you'd think a man would come out hateful I seen a lot of people go through it, like the Spanish Announce table I grew up as muscle work for the homies Chin checks and smashed in windows Cops already knew, it was the fifth if pigs ever asked for info My mans operation grew, he asked The Chef to bag up indo So I gave him a hand with the bomb like the Inspector Gadget intro I went to the trenches to the booth like Howie long, all legit Put my fourth album on My man is still in the trap, making sure the powder's strong He trying to turn China white like Mao Zedong See that's the difference fat body I was raised off grit you was raised off grits You only rap cause someone told you "you could cake of this" You got Baywatch tits And your stomach's on some "I just got laid off" sh** It's not working All them weight loss tips you must take off Clips Look at him, he 'bout to tear up Look at your beer gut Looks like it's seen more cases than the D.A It looks like your diet guidelines are "Splurge on the weekends...but every weekday is a cheat day" Like your f**ing head is fat- you have fat neck Like, what's the cause of all that? If I smacked you upside it, it'd be called a ball tap You can't even rock a skull cap That sh** looks like a walrus ba**sack I can see the ripples right now thinking up rebu*tals Tell me why the f** the back of your head is doing the "truffle shuffle" I said enough of the jokes If this b**h is talking bold sh** let's rock and roll I'm 'bout the action, I'm above the lip like Cindy Crawford's mole So one a piece, well, I ain't trying to set up a rubber match You get a beating so thorough, not even Devin Hester would run it back Your family holding hands in the ER like, "Well, when is he coming back?" They hear the extent and they look at the Dr. Strange like Benedict Cumberbatch So anybody in your crew got the heart to square up is dead meat You'll get folded up, nice and quick like army barracks bed sheets But hold on, you grew up three hours from Detroit so...you moving rocks now? You shooting Glocks? Wow Take it easy Bulletz before your super soft crew gets stomped out I frolick where you hang out All that tough talk dude should calm down You fronting, ain't no gang banging really going down there like the Duke Lacrosse house I said, Organik, next time bring me someone on my sk** level Cause they said there's a keg in the other room Toronto I'm 'bout to leave and get a cup, like Phil Kessel [Round 3: 100 Bulletz] I said your Okwerdz battle; body bag You was he heartless with it You said, "I bet you wish your father's battle with cancer could be promo"...that's hard as it get When you said, "My son will be back stronger to k** you like your dad's cancer"...his will started to give But a few years later, your mom died of cancer R.I.P., do still stand behind the bars that you spit? [Real Deal] Nope [100 Bulletz] That's good cause I made mistakes against Arcane, I'll never repeat that day But swear to God you don't bring up your sister's d**h for crowd reaction... [Real Deal] Nope [100 Bulletz] ...it kinda seem that way I mean when you told Head I.C.E., "You said you'd bang my sister, she's dead, you're next" was that in good taste? Truthfully, there's a difference between paying homage and trying to break a losing streak Usually, if you do it one time I guess that'd be cool with me But against Aye Verb you also said, "I wrote these rounds to k** you in the same tablet I wrote my sister's eulogy" I mean, exploiting your sister's d**h for a cheap reaction, is that the man you grew to be? And now a teacher with no principles think he can start schooling me? I mean, who is he? And why y'all still relating to this guy? When he got no respect for anyone related to this guy You "The Working Man's MC"? If you so relateable then why you keep reminding us that everyone related to you dies? I mean, you work around disabled kids and tell retarded jokes Teach in the inner city but you racist, how a teacher got no cla**? How can The Chef be this tasteless? Face it You're pathetic and unfit for parenting You said, "I got a son now cause I don't pull out And me and my four year old son will run a Trevor train on your mother" Yo I'm sick of airing him, just another shameless, s**er, lame a**, dimwit, arrogant Stubborn, heinous, udder brainless, b**h American Bringing up your dead sister to get a win is embarra**ing That's when I saw this teacher turn b**h; you Mr. Garrison And the fans- the fans doubting...but I'm looking for trouble That's a crisis actor Y'all predicted the end but it never happened like the Mayan rapture Now I'm back snapping, chiropracting No I'm back snapping; spinal fracture No I'm snapping like...{snaps his fingers repeatedly} I just put it down but can't find it after I'm back snapping like Batman versus Bane in the final chapter I'm back snapping like Math rapping in Cali trying to fight Dizaster I said word to God they put Matthew in front of a Mark like the Bible chapters You die clashing with these writtens, keep hating I'ma keep winning Punch like Chris Brown when he meet women or Anderson when he beat Griffin Think John Q's son, my heart beat different I'm making waves like Big T swimming You can't hold me down I'm Ca**ius with his back to the ropes Or Nelson Mandela before he leave prison You should've worn a Teflon Jason mask and a bulletproof hoodie too Cause they was right, guns don't k** people, Bulletz do [Round 3: Real Deal] So you write articles breaking down MMA fights Like your wife's getting dressed for date night, you're like "Hold on babe, let me get this Reddit page right Shane Carwin has a deadly straight right But Brock Lesnar needs to learn how to block better You can't just keeping heavyweight strikes." I bet growing up you were the "I know karate Throw a slow motion punching, I'll reverse it demonstrate" type I said I been rocking platforms like this was my glam rocker phase You send me beats, they in my Spam box but hey Who the f** do you think you are? [?] Dr. Dre? Matter of fact, if I ever got the word that your man caught a stray I'ma put a party together like Gandalf The Grey That was a Lord Of The Rings bar just so my nerdcore can ride Here's another, y'all gon' see him with this right hand cross his face like the Uruk-hai He must be trying to get that 4-5 like an average running back 40 time But the gauge is with me so if the twelve come out it won't have a Jordan sign You're right, if that's too Smack for you He did a PG for Smack like, "This'll help my fans reach a whole 'nother multitude" He was on his high horse, then they halted you They sh** on you, insulted you They said, "100 you was money that day"...and then they vaulted you They saw you rock under all that pressure and you didn't crack, they still found a fault in you It was like the movie Sandlot It was the nature of the beast but you were on the ball man that should've catapulted you They gave you a release date, you circled that body like a vulture do You did it for the culture too, you made the Trek and you don't feel no type way? f**, you a Vulcan dude? But up here they do you even worse Your King Of The Dot record is like 17 and 2 But when they talk about a title no one ever speaks of you You hope they have a change of heart like Ebeneezer Scrooge You made your bed, lie in it, it's Tempurpedic too Cause you're soft and you're built to conform to the heads that sleep on you Can you imagine a staff meeting They're like, "If we can't find a challenger this whole event's ruined Pat won't do it, Diz' is booked, f**...what's poRich doing?" Then someone comes in like, "What about 100 Bulletz?" And Gully's like, "Can we keep this sh** moving?" Organik's like, "For the record, I'm good" like Rick Ruben What the f** you been doing? Being an armchair activist, pointing out my country's policy with its cops On a social media soapbox, like "Whether Trump or Hillary their economy's gonna flop" Your president right there downplays every accomplishment that you got You so wrapped up in America you can't see you getting f**ed by the politics in the Dot I mean, your name's a 100 Bulletz and you can't get a shot That's strange bro Maybe you should realize, real eyes, realize and stay woke I said Toronto, it's your boy RD Da Chef I made sure every line cooks Cause this is my meal ticket Hey Bulletz At least you lost to somebody Real...Deal with it