[Round 1: B. Dot]

Ayo!

B. Dot on URL? Well, it's not a dream

What you heard is real

I'm one of the best in the GAME!

I mean, y'all all heard of the name and observed the skill

I'm feeling like Daylyt vs. Mike P

It's my time to shine 'cause I earned the deal

Except I'm only licking the ground after the shot and his body drop to confirm the kill!

I snuck in a steel Ruger

But still sharp with the hands: the real Kreuger

Aye, I read Rum went to the East with fake J's!

That's backwards: it'll be MURDER if I pull up with real shooters!

Them Piru-ers, and I got some Crip niggas in all blue, homie

As far as weapons, I got a few on me

Aye, it was animated 'til I drew on him

With the long nose that I used to think was despicable...'til it grew on me!

Aye, who want me?

They said a nigga named E.K., he the preacher type

Well, don't believe the hype

You had a whole video running through the streets

But running the streets get niggas locked: that is NOT the key to life

You from Utah!? I'm from Pacoima!

We don't even breathe alike!

For l'il homies in MY hood, whacking out rival gangs is the way they learned to read and write!

My breathing right

I'm 'bout to lock on this nigga like Cujo

He wanna switch sides and switch teams to sell tix?

Aye, do what you do, bro!

Just know the King don't need a PG

I got no problem letting two go!

But you know!

URL tricky: yeah, they lie to the true, bro!

Tricked me into doing a PG

Yeah, they clowned in a loophole

But it's cool, though! Give 'em kudos!

They assisting the new Manute Bol

Thought they was throwing me a bounce pass

I turned this to a alley-oop, though!

You gotta shoot, bro!

Bar Code: a bunch of dirty niggas from the group home

Get beat 'til you're black and blue: whip two tone

If I say we warrin', G, I ain't talking 'bout the nigga that put Snoop on!

These bullets fly for cheap

I could make this count for the whole crew like it's Groupon!

"Aye, B. Dot, what you on!?"

Well, you know how this crowd do it

This URL! You gotta give 'em the same shit

You know, a bunch of "BOW!" movements!

Don't tell me that sound stupid, a conscious brother holding a gun

I mean, in order to know where I'm at, don't you niggas gotta know where I'm from?

See, it wasn't always about the "God raps"

You gotta go beyond that

In order to tell a vision, you gotta channel the inner wisdom, and look at the contrast!

I grew up bangin', but changed my life in a big way

Shout out to Loso!

Just know, though, I saved myself, I ain't get saved

I grew up punching niggas in the mouth for acting bitch-made, and ain't shit changed

You push that right button, that steel slides out like a switchblade!

You 'bout to get sprayed

I mean, you RIGHT IN THE SPOT where your homies got you left out

I was searching the Tube, lurking for views

Scanning the Bar Code, and nothing really checked out!

Diesel, what your rep 'bout?

My niggas from family said you 'bout as good as a ghost

I mean, all you do is troll on Facebook

Now your name makes sense: Diesel was only good in the post!

When I look at you both, nothing really SCREAM y'all clappin' in most cases

I mean, we can try and mask it

But when it come down to the action, bro and son just actin' like Ghostfaces

I mean, fuck a scrap! We can clap!

If you ain't the homie, the lives is getting taken

But if the family feud, we'll put up the tool

The arm can go behind the back before we get it shakin'!

But, for you, you get robbed

The homies shoot with no hesitation

And I'll assist with the jack

Son, we move in unison: Rhythm Nation!

I figured hatin'

So, I brought two straps for the situation

This a Colt, and this'll zip you up for all that tongue: two different Paytons!

Fuck what we sayin'! He only telling truth 'bout a few things!

I mean, E lie, man, and all that giant talk's gon' get you is two rings!

He said he Muslim? Oh, I HEARD he Muslim!?

That's cool, King! Well, I'm here to take what you got

You get robbed on your prayer rug

I heard what you're making's a lot

You gon' be taking these shots, when hollow-tips tarnishin' your fellowship Parliament

Every time you speak, we'll applaud your shit

That just means you'll get clapped for every word, like a ghetto chick arguin'!

I don't CARE if Allah with him!

I got three homies with me, rolling up

And each one got a .44 we clutch

So, that's four .44's, just in case Hova wanna open up!

I throw it up, and let my Killah Bees swarm on him

Feeling like a freak on a leash: I turn Korn on him

Putting these machines together, I transform on him

They saying he got tunnel vision, I blow the HORN on him!

It's MUSIC to my EARS when niggas get stretched out like accordions

According to the gossip, they said you'll hop in an Accord to get away from the shottas

But if we find ya, you'll be in the street, fighting for your LIFE!

You won't believe how many arms we'll have on E Honda!

Time!

[Round 1: Emerson Kennedy]

That's a classic first round!

And y'all wondering if E write as hard

Maybe not...promise to God I will NEVER have a Street Fighter bar!

I guarantee it!

B. Dot, what are you in search of? Little fame from this battle rap?

Or do you TRULY require a change in your habitat?

'Cause you an activist on this rapping shit, but how do you prioritize?

Eliminating guns and illuminating guns in all those rounds that you glorify!

Are you really reppin' they word?

I don't have NO gun shit!

I don't have NO gun shit!

Are you really reppin' they word, or just reinforcing the negative lessons they've learned?

When your community ask for action, are you...too busy preppin' for Aye Verb?

Am I wrong, nigga!? Say word!

'Cause you making niggas foreheads' split

While your community losing lives to the same pump you threaten Cortez with!?

Nigga, WHAT?!

That's why yo' conscience is irrelevant

If you just got a gun line for your benefit

That's OVERSIGHT, of trying to be a celebrity OVERNIGHT

All we really hear is the violence through the end of it

Nigga, hold on-!

Catch up! Catch UP!

But I got a story to tell 'bout certain parts of my town

I grew up a screw-up, hypnotized by the cars and the sounds

And now I'm going...going...back to Cali, just to take part of his crown

That didn't even seem hot

I was on my B. Dot: using B.I.G. words to make up for lack of BARS IN HIS ROUNDS!!

Nigga, HOLD ON!

And y'all was starting to doubt him

Traffic, and I wouldn't play a part in this outcome?

I'm sorry, this ain't for the West

It's for the ancestors who never saw Martin vs. Malcolm!

Nigga, hold on!

And the FANS start to tout him

Over at LABG, they said there was something about him

Before Cortez on KOTD, where he rapped three rounds of gun lines, with a little substance at the end

And this who you put faith in to have conscience coming from his pen?

Vers' Danny, he spoke to the Black QUEENS

On just how far choosing the right man could take them

Then, his next time in the ring

He sound like all them niggas he warned y'all to stay AWAY FROM!

And that's why he-

FACTS! FACTS!

And that's why he's lost in the noise

Cause that shows the cost of your choice

Your wordplay skill only got you a mermaid deal

Career got legs but it lost you your voice!

Nigga, hold on!

And that's so blatant, and now B. Dot raps so flagrant

You went from "stay truest" to Ray Lewis, B. Dot, and that's so Raven

I mean, Smack, why is it "support the black business" until it comes to his rap interest?

Cause we've been building up black Smack presence

While he's KOTD and dance sessions

Shuckin' and jivin' for Organik, showin' how B. Dot shoot

Look brother, we supposed to eat organic, not watch him eat off you!

I'mma FUCK HIM UP!

This is Smack, right!? This ain't KOTD!

This ain't KOTD, this is Smack, and I stay with this business

And that mind state was defenseless

You know not to trust crackers with K in the name of they business!

And I was ashamed when I witnessed

You lettin' straps into your speech?

And this was after you had grabbed all the blacks that you could reach

How does an activist flip back to the tactics of the weak

While he's practicing gun bars instead of "practice what your preach!?"

But he gon' say, "But I'm not black, I'm just a geek."

And I never have to prove that curve

But I thought whites calling me "nigga" and some niggas from my right to even use that word

You can't use what you used on Verb

No fake threats just to hurt you

I'm glad his third eye open: I plan on swelling shut the first two!

Nigga hold on!

But the aim's not to attack you, the aim's to adapt you

Take his progression as a lesson B. Dot, religion's a vaccum

I was reading math books while he's arguing the book of Matthew

Telling Christian's that Satan's fake and now he's fuckin' lookin' at you!

Charles I just want to ask you

What's it like having a conscious community supportin' your battles?

Or all of Los Angeles in unity that's ready to back you?

If that's embellished it's just cause I'm jealous cause they gon' build B. Dot a statue

And I don't have a nigga to take a bullet for me cause all of them actually had to, nigga hold on!

I was that bad black kid, doin' what the Black Masks did

Passin' rocks in front and back of me: I was the original Backpack Kid

Nigga, hold on!

Nigga I come from the blocks where the cops plantin' somethin' in your spot

So the PG's L.A. football: nigga, you get the charges whether you want them or not!

Nigga, hold on!

[Round 2: B. Dot]

Here we go again

A nigga get in front of me, get conscious and want to break me down, well we gotta go beyond that

You from Utah, you the most white washed nigga on Smack

But gettin' back to the gangsta shit

I find out where the enemy stay and catch him while he pick up his dame

I mean they in the whip goin' over the pass, you know she ask him about some distant exchange

Well the texts is 'bout to take 'em both back down memory lane

With a head shot, baow!

Oh nah sis' in the back of the whip pickin' Kennedy's brain

I get him with range, I know how to be a sprayer

No forensic files gettin' left, your body gettin' swept, the autopsy missin' data

I'm a hit man tellin' detectives to holla at me later

A clean marksman can aim at the target and get him caught by

Puttin' all these bitchin' in one spot like it's How To Be A Player

With the new silencer

And with that thing on, you barely can hear a sound

With that rubber grip that stop the kickback like your parents came home early from out of town

Look who I found

A fuckin' clown that's half white half black, I'm guessin' that pressure is heavy

Wait, your brain tryin' to rap, you're trapped

Between bein' a college spoiled brat in a frat

Or a young black strapped with a gat, pants saggin' to the back

You're tryin' to blend in wit your raps

In every one of your rounds you attach a reference about one of your niggas who claps

It's always, "You know it's one of my niggas" that did this and did that

You're commentatin' on another player game but never give us your stats

You're 'bout to collapse

Don't know if he was sober when he told ya but we can blame this on 'gnac

He sent you on the attack

I'm on the defensive end

Eh, nephew your uncle Tom, Brady 'bout to get sacked

And thanks to The Patriot Act I got the IP address to where the information is stacked

So if it's all in your brain, I'll send somebody Anonymous to get your cranium hacked

Nigga you back?

For what? We been sayin' you wack

Heard you had a vaca' in Iraq

The western conference been on the prowl but somehow you strayed from the pack

Ended up way in the back

I mean way way in the back

Thought he was royalty, Jay with the raps

Well t king dumb, come get faded to black

Nigga you should be faded for that

Tryin' to piggyback off the movement

We had been bangin' for that

Now there's a wide margin between us, I mean it

Keyshia Cole's dentist couldn't bring in the gap

I mean, what happened wit him?

When I got started in the west this was the cat to mention

You was a rappin' henchmen but you been movin' backwards since then

Act indifferent, stagnant, trippin'

Everything about the average written trash you spittin' just lacks conviction

Say you put on for the west but only put on your best when you think it'll get Smack's attention

We just rappin' different

I give a fuck about another nigga name

You claim Jay your idol, well create your own title, don't ride another nigga wave

Nigga you went from a One Off to a PG, you another nigga's slave

You got this backwards, this ain't no PG, I did this off GP, I'm the one that's gettin' paid

Nigga you're gettin' sprayed

Watch how I aim the thing and flame your scene

I turn your world upside down my nigga

It'll be nothin' but ashes and you ain't never seen Stranger Things

I'll have the crew come through with the blade and things

Go across your stomach and shave your spleen

The irony, that tellin' a nigga, "Aye! If you don't wanna get cut then don't make the team"

I'm amazing king

Why swerve when I'm[?] on a three way street?

Yeah we look at the chart we checked out your heart

I don't wanna hear none of y'all murmur that EK, G

Yeah they checked us at the door but we still got the burners through

Cause we play keeps I had it in the sock

I got the flame near the foot like I'm on a 2K streak

This nigga weak

I don't wanna hear no Black Panther speech

Nigga, yo' bitch is white and you white-washed

Where I'm from, we don't add the bleach

I'll fuck you up

We can catch the fade til my knuckles bust

Bet he buckle up, I pull out that Tay Roc blade

What the fuck is up?

You get in a lucky punch? Good fuckin' luck

You gettin' fuckin' jumped, my niggas will be waitin' to jump in the middle of the swings like double dutch

What the fuck is up?

Aye! URL is where the gangsta shit at

I don't wanna hear all that conscious word today nigga

[Round 2: Emerson Kennedy]

He doesn't want me do Panther bars cause I date a Caucasian, you screamed that in my fuckin' face

Well I date a white girl, you get a right curl, we both in the sunken place

Nigga hold on!

He says I'm always sayin' how it's one of my niggas who got the blammer

You right, and an OG taught me never to admit that shit on camera

Nigga hold on

That's two of them thangs

I was carefully drafted in the new wave

Just to conjure a new classic to the page

When they gave me the hope seller, felt like Coachella

Only time I'm not worried about traffic in L.A

You think you've mastered what to say?

So the conscious is thankin' him

You don't support black banks and them, so they won't put me on the rank with him

But that means he's a customer, I'm a hustler

Y'all gon' have to walk plank wit him

For trustin' a nigga that sees Hamilton more than one that sees Franklins

And that's why, and he's bankin' on the fact that it's his knowledge I fear

You talkin' selfies with books lodged to your ear

Is B. Dot's first novel idea

Boy I mix what you call illegal but still mournin' for my people

I ran this check up on KG just to send the money to Puerto Rico

But I'm a man over a thug, right?

But tonight, it's Black African power

Well, tonight, it's another plan

I put a horse head in his bed spread the same shape as the motherland

Nigga hold on

And I'm a man over a thug

Raised by the scammers and the drugs

You ever tripped over your cell phone charger? My niggas really ran up on the plug

Boy forget about the bud, get your mind up out the club

I avoided pig but every meal I had to get up out the mud

And you ain't [?] about the hub

Cause New York got you stressin'

I got a W on that New York stage throwin' W's, nigga reppin'

I beat a Brooklyn nigga in Brooklyn, see that dawg ain't up in you

Cause I flew 6,000 miles to beat a nigga that could walk to the venue

And I stay that way

While you stay at bay

You can't take flight on Kennedy bein' scared to land at JFK

Nigga hold on

See you can't master what is right, until you step out of class to set the fight

All those books you read can't get you past this chapter in your life

See New York tells me they doubtin' you

When I'm there I tell them I'm proud of you

Cause on the east I hold him down, on the west I hold you accountable

Nigga hold on

That's cause I'm loyal to my soil, even when preparin' for battle

Do you believe in Adam and Eve?

Nigga, then why you so scared of The Apple?

And you had to! And B. Dot had to to skip the Proving Ground

He was lettin' the fame hurt you

Don't you know cuttin' corners put you in that same circle?

What a shame? Hurtful

Come to grips with the truth

You'd rather sit on the roof than fight and sit with the troops

You never put mileage on your car, just to put chips on your tooth

You ain't Superman, you Wonder Woman, nigga ya whip tells the truth

Hold on

Boy, stop with the pride and only sendin' shots from this side

Goin' to the east makes you a beast

Only thing you provin' is that you not gonna ride

I proved I won't fold on the road and this is not the 405

B. Dot the only fast track means you gotta have a little box in your drove

You know what I'm sayin'

That was crazy, I'm unbreakable, unfadeable

Your fate? Is replaceable

I'm erasin' the fate of father to show my mom that I'm capable

You chasin' a fade with Saga just to have a debatable

You chase the fade with Saga to show him who he's been prayin' to

I'm a god vs a facade who won't put the ratchets down

Y'all cheer him talkin' 'bout blastin' rounds

I'm only empowerin' caps and gowns

See we had masters then I got my masters, I turned that back around

We was brought here on slave ships...look at me, I'm the captain now

They gon' capture your rounds and turn it into a clip that goes viral

B. Dot in ten years they gon' capture my rounds and turn it into a bible!

This ain't even a rival

They say the teachers incredible because of the reach on the pedestal and how he speak to the head of you

I never been a teacher's pet, you see you leeches is terrible

Go ahead and bring him an apple I'm just gon' leave him a vegestable

And that's how I achieve, what I achieve is incredible

Where they find me at?

....Is that time? No, this is the West, nigga, gimme my time to rap!

Hold on

I was homeless in a hooptie: rusty Pontiac

All hunger with no slumber, you know how your conscious act

When you skip sleepin' for a weekend, you just stuck in the car and rap

What I'm sayin' is: Don't talk that woke shit to a fuckin' insomniac

Nigga the bomb is back!

[Round 3: B. Dot]

You know what though? EK, this ain't even about competition

Look my nigga you charged with bein' a slave to the URL system

Think of this as a film inquisition

I'm 'bout to give you a chance to make sure you don't dance around these topics during your deposition

True or false: you flew to the east on your own cost

Battled Jerry Wess then lost

Was supposed to be the future, with the Mask on

Smokin'

But ended up bein' regular Jim Carrey with it off

Then you never got the call

That couldn't happen to me I'm very much a boss

They didn't want me to battle Cor'

They said, "Well make him give you the other half back"

Lyin', that's a battle they couldn't block

Then they tried to change the pitch but I already scored six, shit I'm Barry with the toss

Against Cali, you went off, but you still wasn't on

I mean you battled YK in The Bay they say you tried to stay a bit too long

I mean they told you when to go, stupid

Ya dumb? They wasn't playin' you a song

This ain't just about you there's a few involved

West coast niggas, what they do to y'all?

This ain't food for thought

I mean it's stickin' to the plate just so they can say, "Aye! Y'all sleep on it we'll get it off at the break of dawn."

That's when your brain gets washed

What's what we came here for?

Now you niggas switchin' ya ways while I'm still N.W.A

I'm sure y'all remember them days

Imagine if Eazy, Dre or Ren would've say "This L.A. shit ain't gettin' us paid. We need to switch up and change."

Nah, instead they paved the way, created lanes for all the shit that we say

Ain't nothin' different today

We could've done the same thing with battle rap

Instead y'all folded, let out-of-towners come in and promote it

Now, we don't even got a hand in that

We could've won L.A

By ourselves we could've got this done L.A

But y'all kept sayin' we needed AIDS so they sent the nigga from Michigan to come run LA

This could've been Magic

Instead it's URL: Traffic

Tragic

But hold on to this, grasp it

This the closest y'all gon' get to a west coast Summer Madness

Then I'm passed this

I'm just up here statin' the facts

This is the cheapest I've ever been paid for a match

But I thank you for that

I ain't like I'm some king on the throne

I just guess King Of The Dot treated me the same way y'all treated Charron

You know a white boy with confederate flags wavin' a Mag is what you condone

But got me up here in front of this Utah nigga talkin' all this Jazz

While my stock ten times better than his and he's assisting Malone?

"Well, you know, Charron, he skipped the PG's cause he built his prestige as a rapper."

"Yeah on King Of The Dot, I thought this was the only league that matters."

"Oh you know with Charron he got millions of views when we tallied up the amount."

"Yeah on King Of The Dot. I thought this was the only league that counts."

What is this really about?

Is this some ego thing cause y'all dealin' with a nigga wit' clout?

Cause I led the league with the greatest perception without a pass from y'all cause I stuck to my routes?

Oh I figured you out

I'm supposed to be happy to be on this stage, of course you Smack

Look, I support black business but black business gotta support you back

Back in the PG's just happy to be promoted

Y'all notice he retired from battle rap, got rehired by Smack but then demoted

You bogus

You up here sleep walkin', losin' focus

I'm swingin' on you, left and right, you gettin' clocked out of hypnosis

But let's focus

On these money hungry league owners

Beasley had a problem with Diz' sayin' "nigga"...well that's what he told us

But let's expose this cause I was like "Oh that's wild"

I guess as long as you gettin' Money Bagz you'll allow a white boy to say "nigga" on your stage in front of an all black crowd

Shit is foul

And y'all don't see the manipulation

I mean your fans don't ever say shit

Look, I rock with Roc but even look how they plan Tay shit

They got him locked up caged in

Can't go to the other leagues and get the cheese, that don't make sense

I mean, is he being rewarded

Or is this the same trick that got us boarded on the slave ship from that European invasion

Capitalism, they ain't change it

The old master say, "You niggas ain't goin' nowhere"

New masters say, "It only matters on this plantation."

This is basic and y'all don't even think to condemn it

Yeah they tell you you a free slave until they hit you with that Thirteenth Ammendment

Then your ass stuck in prison lookin' for a deacon or a pastor

Look, I don't know what's worse, workin' for the white man or workin' for your black brother that think he your master

I'm just closin' this chapter

Ain't no turnin' back for me

I did this for Loso, Jimz and all of them that don't have to do this after me

I mean, don't lose your integrity lettin' these niggas lock you down

Claimin' the PG is the master key

I'm from the west, I'm only here to see Dizaster tweek

Ayo Roc, I hope they paid you a lot my nigga cause LA gas ain't cheap

This is the west! We started gangsta rap, I'm gon' need our thanks for that

Yeah I know the east started rap, cool, we not claimin' that

But if URL is about gang bangin' slangin' crack and bangin' straps

Well then bitch, LA is where it should be stationed at!

[Round 3: Emerson Kennedy]

If you had that big of a problem with Smack....

Why didn't you start your black business and hit us with that grown talk?

He's gon' say, "I was busy. I was...it's Charron fault."

Hold on nigga, hold on

B. Dot we got shit to work through and the aim is never to hurt you

But can we reverse to, your verse two angle, on that Verb tangle

When you said some shit I took a little personal

How you said Aye Verb's daddy struck his mama and that's what changed his identity

Cause he was then raised by that single mama and that's why the change in femininity

But what about the change in yo' energy?

I mean, when did your tales of talkin' get derailed so often?

When did domestic abuse become B. Dot's next best excuse to call a nigga frail and mock him?

When did callin' Verb "gay" for two rounds just cause a female had taught him

Outweigh the significance of a female raisin' a nigga that's not in jail or a coffin

Cause I was single mother raised and I got memories of pops hittin' on her

But when you downplay single mother's success that's you just shittin' on her

See you said Verb got head rolls and finger snaps

[B. Dot]

Facts. He did

[Emerson Kennedy]

But that to me was kind of scary

Cause that black woman stereotype is only used by Fox News and Tyler Perry

And that's why I'm kinda leery, and dissecting what you did

You preferred Verb's mom parasailing, niggas shiftin' through the crib

So when Verb's a little kid, he's got father figures now

But they just fuck moms and tuck arms so Verb won't put the trigger down

And now he's grabbin' weapons in adolescence and if that don't put him in the ground

The fate he earns, the trait he learned from them and that's to never stick around

And then that cycle starts over, and that night you became that promoter

When you went at Verb's weight and dismissed the weight that's on his mother's shoulders

See I don't even know if he like knew you

But that made me wonder if B. Dot truthful

Cause sayin' a female would raise a trans-parent made me see right through you

Nigga hold on

See I'm not just teachin' lessons

But you sayin' females suggest the affection of a boy

It's not toys, the biggest gift you give as a parent is just bein' present

And that's all that should matter

But your antiquated thoughts confuse the data

Cause you only have the perspective of a male and no mom but that's what causes the cancer

And you supposed to have the thoughts of a Panther, but your words hold us back

See masculinity ain't man's destiny to shoot fades or hold a strap

It's just being comfortable with who you are, but you drifted far from knowin' that

See men treat all with respect but check niggas who don't show it back

Don't think I ain't notice that

All that hate you was tellin' him

I think it's significant B. Dot, can't embrace what is feminine

So if you have a prescription to his diction just cause he speaks about race and the melanin

Just remember, never trust a doctor who don't like the taste of his own medicine

And that's why I'm ahead of him

Cause I know the [?] of a father

I prefer Terrance have two parents, but I know that raisin' is harder

I took care of my sis' hurtin' when moms was workin' and couldn't embrace one of her daughters

So bein' raised by a woman didn't make me woman, nigga it made me a father!

So hold on

It made me a father, I had to embrace what was harder

But you speakin' on punk shit, your female fans should jump ship

For takin' that angle on young kids

Versus Danny you told women who to date and who not to fuck wit

I'm just tellin' those women who looks down on him and who really up lifts

Diesel brings his daughter to my crib

And we let her just draw, right?

We don't talk gang shit, we watch our language cause he knows that's how she's best off

So similar to when these niggas hop in each other's battles

Say one line to prevent loss

....

If something happens to Diesel I pick up right where you left off

Nigga and that's facts

And that's why you just lost

Cause you tryin' to walk that fine line of black activist/Einstein

And using gay angles from Grind Time

When Lux said "yo' pops ain't no gangsta", that one stayed on my mind

Cause he said "He's just another lost nigga" and I spent years tryin' to find mine

But hold on, that's just the luck of the stuck

And being in a rut as a mutt

Maybe you're right, I didn't have a father to toughen me up

Cause I get emotional when you insinuate that my mother's a crutch

Cause my mother raised a nigga that's currently fuckin' you up!

Nigga that's right

And I know that this battle shit confuses you

But I'm a fan of B. Dot cause I feel battle rap is in a jam

I was hopin' he'd 3-0 me

I know to be the GOAT sometime you gotta be the sacrificial lamb

Nigga hold on