Real Deal - Real Deal vs Soul lyrics

[Round 1: Soul] Yo Real Deal is in Dot Mobb... {Soul swipes his arm as if he's calling time on his own round} Nah, but seriously though that sh** is literally the best One of those decisions that they "ahhh" instantly regret Mook like, "Real Deal...Real De- are you kidding with me Rex?" Like, "Mook I asked him as a joke I didn't think that he'd say yes!" Battle rap crews are gay enough as it is, but that is not on You're about as Dot Mobb as Mos Prob Yeah I still remember when Trevor would roll with Fresco and Rone Now he's in a crew with Rex and Mook, bet you're incredibly close I can relate to having a lil' gang so your friendship would grow Me and my friends had a gang too, when I was seven years old! Remember when you battled Tony you had that f**ing race round Like Eurgh pushes him cause he's black and he's who they wanna stay crowned Cause they already got the nerds but wanted thugs in their crowd They're doing the exact same with you but the other way around! It's like Trailer Park Boys meets The Wire, it's the f**ing worst So it's funny, the only thing they got in common is their bubbles burst He hates it when he raps about The Wire and Breaking Bad Cause he grew up without a TV in an RV so it makes him sad His first car was his house He had a racist dad wearing plaid, it's Nigerian velvet blades of gra** he's trailer trash When I moved up, I went from a house to a flat You couldn't move up cause your house is flat And the bandwagon Damaged like Danity Kane They living Down In A Hole like Alice In Chains Girl you ever seen the scheme? It's exactly the same Except they crack pipes with rocks like Andy Dufresne Yo they on that hillbilly h**n is the scene they live in The Oxycontin got 'em nodding like the schemes they spitting So peep your best Trainspotting bars, we ain't listening It's Lochgelly not "Lockgelly" we C.H. different [Round 1: Real Deal] Everybody on this roster puts you at the top with pen games Eur' even up and handed you a belt like he was your karate sensei Then you battle at King Of The Dot, you do an intro and Don't Flop don't get named? You the biggest douche since Sausage Fest, I hope to God you get AIDS You are a Scottish animated b**h, you're Merita the way you fought for Jeff's braid Swing on me I'll f**ing k** you, for the record I'm Dead Serious like that Das EFX tape Now I'll admit, I believed that hype for a while too until you battled Caustic, that was not your best day To keep it plain/plane I wasn't on board very long like Westray to Papa Westray Now, bags, we don't gotta wait This is Don't Flop? Let's do a Bad Bars episode with sh** I heard Jed say You battled a grown man over six feet and called him a "pip squeak" To set up this epic punch: "I'll be 52 (B-52) dropping bombs like a blitzkrieg" Now you prolly think I'ma call out the corniness or the random number and say, "That sh**'s weak." No, no, no, y'all are just sleep You're right...it's deep Let me explain though, let me explain We know the main idea, his longevity, he plans to maintain a consistent run What you didn't know, the average age rappers stop dropping bombs...hold on! hold on!...is 51! So, for you to be 52?! Jiminy Crickets for you to be 52, still dropping bombs? The sh** my dude Crazy question; random...what happens at 53? More bombs?! You're a different breed He also said, "I'm a Mustang Sally driven advocate for pacifism" Mustang Sa-? That was different Mustang Sally driven? No, no I'm familiar with it, Wilson Pickett Back in '66 it was a ma**ive hit then, yeah it did rhyme but did it actually fit in? "Advocate for pacifism" why'd you add that sh** in? Hey! That's his writtens Now, drunk London crowd loved it, they thought that was hitting So in theory your hardest sh** is parlor tricks and I guess that's efficient But a real writer would've been like, "That is a**. Where is a waste basket that this trash can fit in?" You didn't have one friend in a battle rap position To say, "Jed, you have to listen. That is a**" and switch But you're right, no You're so "Mustang Sally driven an advocate for pacifism" yep, that's efficient The only thing I got from your writtens and your k** crop scheme, is you be name dropping So no matter how hard he speaks to me, it sounds weird to me like Bane talking I can go hipster, play it by ear with the gauge or rock with the pistols But I ain't rotten, I know the game Scotland But you can't pray to St. Andrews so f** golf The Mitchell household better be playing possum I roll up on his emo a** like, "Hey Delilah" Aim and fire and turn plain white t's to burgundy stained cotton Your old man tries to make problems, play a brave Scotsman I'll face shot him, sh**'ll look like him and Kurt Cobain face swapping Gun in Miss Mitchell's mouth like, "Mama look now." I'm Connor McCloud I gotta take the head If she ain't topping she'll find baby boy dead in the crib like...Trainspotting [Round 2: Soul] Yo when you battled B-Magic on Smack you clowned around Like, "I don't know about the hood" and got some laughs around the crowd You battled white people for white crowds you're trapping out your house I spent a couple like, "What the f** was that Magic round about?" See he blends into surround it's harder for us to see him And in different Culture Clubs this is Karma for this Chameleon You're gangster or you're not, stop switching your bars Or I'll have R.D. The Chef seeing Michelin stars But if he wanna throw at a Scottish bloke then maybe just forget that Before Mr. Weller's substitute is taking on his next cla** f** the right, save it for the next scrap For the first time you'll see a Real Deal shaking with the left hand See Red an X-Man that Cyclops flow Kick this Yankee off his high horse like tae kwon do You've got 'em all bored through the middle like Qui Gon's robe Look, we were meant to battle years ago, his name was more known than mine But over time my overtime has caught up with his slow decline I put in work, he fell off, I own this guy I'll dome this guy I'm not about to let a teacher take away my golden time But from street rappers to Christian rappers you've been getting zipped up Just got beat by A. Ward but I'll beat you til you're in one Told him you're the devil, too rugged to handle And got tanned cos sin ain't enough of an angle So get the f** off your high horse or get bucked from your saddle The little people hold me down like Gulliver's Travels So f** your hype off Smack, come here get your vinyl snapped I got a cult following like Spinal Tap they get a whole different type of amped Cause my ink's off the wall like tribal tat And the writing's on it like The Shining's back and you locked inside with Jack Like, "Here's Johnny!" Having him leaving here at first light, crawling out the woods like a termite You might've beat up Aye Verb, I ain't here for a word fight I'll turn this poetry slam to Third Degree Burns night [Round 2: Real Deal] Soul, you are built like a 12 year old boy Then I met your girlfriend in Atlanta and was like, "Wow. She's also built like a 12 year old boy." That b**h don't even have premature newborn handfuls They titties Soul's been touching, cup size so small they could package it with children's Robitussin sh** looks like she got bit by a couple of spiders She trying to make a titty out of a tissue and a padded bra like she's f**ing MacGyver If she walks down the street wearing pink anybody that eyes her starts to slow clap like, "f** cancer man, wonderful [?]." Aye, she's shy and young but no Labeouf Dig me it ain't Disney when we discussing Holes It's like The Christmas Story She's out here, no matter if it's f**ing cold she's tonguing poles Somebody better come support and comfort Soul like custom Scholls Cause I hear she's a talent; Beatles album For the record I'd go with a rubber Soul So you were in a long distance relationship? f** her word man trust what you see instead You're gonna end up an ex-man (X-Man) cause this Scot(t) spent summers (Sommers) with her Can't open his eyes and see his girl be f**ing with people's head Let me tell you some truth even though it's not the most popular thing You think seeing a girl every six months is a relationship? It's not it's a fling The crowd's like, "Real Deal chill out. Bet Caustic never thought he would swing." C'mon you saw the tape, you know you got a weak/week left like the plot of The Ring But f** your soft jabs cause I heard something about your soft a** You were originally supposed to battle Arkaic called Eur' and cancelled because your dog pa**ed Eur' said he picked up the phone, there was a soft cry And then a sob, a sigh Somebody screaming in hysterics looking up asking God,"Why?" Like, "Real Deal that is not right." Listen, I have a soft side I feel terrible that your dog died but motherf**er you're not five! You could've made that battle happen originally between Ark' and you They said you didn't show up cause you heard he was gonna bark on you He's a f**ing house pet homie, what did you expect Him to come back sounding like Burt Reynolds with a clock 'round his neck? I mean, did you have to put him out his misery himself? I can't imagine how many pounds that it costed You could've put him to sleep for free with your third round against Caustic What a f**ing emo f*ggot One minute he's cool like nothing can change my tune or stride Then you're like, "I think Cee Major might've won" he's back to contemplating suicide It's a roller coaster called "Jed's Emotions" it's like some gay amusement ride So I did y'all a favor like, "Oh boy, flip the coin and Buddy gone" like The Day The Music Died [Round 3: Soul] You and Fresco always end your bars with "different" that has to change How the f** can you both be different when you rap the same? Yo, but I know what he's thinking, I'm someone he may not beat So he'll write, "How I Beat The Real Champ" on an A1 sheet Well this is A1 covers versus A1 beef Had my Ah Ha moment, jump in the picture like Take On Me So here's my take on you, see in Grind Time you were raking hits Went to King Of The Dot, after shady biz made it sink Tried to get on Smack and they vaulted all his greatest vids Someone fire shots online that made him split like Agent Smith Smack and Beasley airing it, saying that he'd take the piss Left him in the cold so he crawled back to Canadians His stock dropped to rock bottom, they don't have to pay him sh** This rapper's so salty you'd think he'd be worth his weight in it So you can f** around and be on 100,000 leagues He like a PC game cause he running out of Steam Now they starved this c*nt, got him spitting bars for crumbs It's David Dickinson, he went from a real deal to a bargain hunt He was wack for a while, now he's someone that a few feel I'm acting like Hitori I'm getting rid of the new Deal Acting like Hitori these blades that are being sniffed cut different f** b**hes cause I made it to beat tricks You get Cyssero Philly flowed, one, two give and go These Glasgow Kisses won't be underneath the mistletoe We seen what happened with A. Ward, everything that Christian wrote Had that teacher lost for words like The DaVinci Code Cause you ain't been the same now all your former friends departing Now this ain't something all is head or Hearts in like a cross from Hendrik Larsson Boy I'm dunzo with Americans you get kicked to the door And after this, don't come north of England no more And tell Donald Trump he can't visit the course he paid millions for I barred the sh** out of Real Deal, then have my leader bar the sh** out of yours! [Round 3: Real Deal] I said I'm Maximus in this arena He's feeling extra bold like when in Rome I let him Crowe This time the Scot(t) won't make it, that sh** was extra cold Gladiator, Rome, a Scot wasn't in it but one did direct it though Ridley Scott, you dig me? Watch [?] f** it bro I'll set the tone As far as my perspective goes? If it's respect, respect is shown I mean he the Last King Of Scotland and to me he never left the throne You got a nation on your back? You studied his formula you pathetic ho Mixed in some diet Pesci flow, look at you, looking sheepish Hold up, wait (weight), like a dolly that makes you Dolly a genetic clone Power punches, keep swinging, til something clicks like a metronome You act like you fly cause the sh** is over your head, well we know Jed the drone f** just k**ing Soul, on my soul I'm k**ing every soul you've ever known Base it on the fact I got guns 'round my circle like the Technodrome All that talking? You Macaulay Culkin You got a buzz bro, but you Kevin though that makes your fam' McCallister They take flight and boy here gets left alone to protect his home It's man to man, you thought your team had it covered like a defensive zone A ginger b**h, wondering, "Where's The Help?" like Emma Stone f** yo' clan's rep, fam', set and Jed's Scottish pride I'll bring people through Fife willing to do life and your land gets colonized Hands get clamped around this man's neck, homicide You can't play with Trevor, this ain't Grand Theft Auto Five Hold on, I'm sorry I'm out of pocket cause he battled in Canada Please Jed, tell us one more time and remind us You're like the f*ggot that goes to an amusement park, rides the ride Then gets the shirt that says he survived it You only did that so you could come back And every match with peers you can f**ing brag all f**ing year to 'em Y'all remember that old Soul with that warrior's mindset? It's the same one acting so cavalier's ruined I built a rap career off of what you spent the last two year doing Drinking Vladimir until I turn Vladimir Putin So the fact you have a title is not appealing Tony vacated it and you won it over some roster filling The last American you battled didn't end well, you looked suicidal when Caustic k** him I'm surprised we didn't find the champ hung by his own belt like Robin Williams To be the champ you gotta beat the champ, that's the adage I've learned Til Tony made you take a number of all the hungry battlers he's spurned I'm a f**ing gym teacher, it's not impressive as far as having a bachelors is concerned But I have a title too, Mr. Weller...p**y at least that's one I actually earned