I'm On Fire Tonight

[Round 1: Mike P] Y'all think B. Dot fire, right? Well, I guess that's what them likes get you You know this battle is kinda like the building The heat is on and you 'bout to have some serious Mike (mic) issues! What, y'all think I can't freestyle for nothin'? Boy, I'm wild seasoned Geechi battled just now, I start a TEC (Tech), half the crowd leavin' No time wastin' Though this a waste of time, I figured I'd shake up with the best This is "disrespected" versus "can't seem to get respected" And well, that's a problem I need to take up with the rest Until then, I'm in Cali, shiieeet, I took a- pay cut just to flex Parallel universe, you believe in it? You here to try to Trump a white man and I'm here to Wake Up Mr. West It all starts, with a Glock spittin' Iron, Mike versus the Vegas, the kid like 'Pac did it Born Legacy Supreme, R Streetz 'Cause by the third went Top missin' We two different elements, separated And Kemetics, is where the plot thickens So excuse my punctuation, mark You half-assed; semi colon Pause, that's for people thinkin' Dot different Nah, are you progressin' or talkin', you either build or boast Aye, I (AI) flew to West World, Bernard told me to kill the host With steel lines, to heat up a square, he a radiator Fuck a knife fight, we ain't joustin' What I blew (blue) knock red off his pedestal: American Gladiators I've seen people tougher than you, and you ain't built like ours You lack Courage, dawg (dog), and I use this (Eustace) bag just to kill a coward Your queen? As beautiful as a rose, and I love pickin' flowers That box, the most exciting place to bust (bus) and drop in: Tilted Towers! Fortnite bars! B. Dot what you gon' do wit' me? I'm meal toting, max shield potions, holdin' two 50's BAOW, that's what he get for bringin' me the drama Cheapskate, shitty teammate, he ain't see the Llama Bro you too paranoid so I doubt your performance All you gon' do is cry, nothin' but a clown we recordin' Whatchu gon' talk about? My suicide? Bro, that sound get aborted like, "What you knew Blood?" I drew Blood without the extortion Fuck a B. Dot, I'll murder the whole Left Side Connection Buck-50, he gon' need his whole left side connected I booked your funeral soon as I booked my Airbnb The knife I got, IHOP, it go from P to B! Or the Desert E, fire into this queer chin He took every single round, y'all know I can't get a clear win Fear him? Boy, I played Suge since I had a shot drawn Now it's a shot drawn, I'm in front of your house, now it's your door gettin' knocked on Versus EK, it looked like Smack you was about to pop on But we copped the pay-per-view Just watch the battle live...Dot calm (.com)! Get tossed, somethin' without the pen But fuck a credit scheme, let it scream Back of the whip, you playin' Kennedy I clown on you, aim down on you, I'm in a mezzanine Gat named "The Saurus", deuce deuce, Two Time Everything I let it ring Boy The Beatles can't even Let It Be Your girl wanted Nuttin' But Love, I gave her Heavy D I crack a bottle on Blood head, I'm spillin' Grenadine I'm just comparin' Kemetic Science to kinetic energy I'll weave, put Dot to sleep, he'll need pajama pants The only dude annoying to Mike would be Banana Man If it's work involved, I'll search for Charles, that's an anagram I'll stomp your Cali ass the fuck out, you'll get the Hammer Dance I didn't have much room to do the Hammer Dance but, keep comin' with that lost mentality Your ignorance is leadin' to your loss in salary You here to act like you still a boss and battle me I'm here to put some life into your false reality Time [Round 1: B. Dot] Check this, you'll remember this Who wanna scrap wit' me? Mikey P Tell your boss to show me the money get your Jerry Maguire on I'm known for being fire on cam', you known for being on cam' gettin' fired on L.A. let's turn this riot on New York, we done studied the game tapes and we see why y'all bang late See a nigga like me wouldn't let you slide, and why (NY)? Because initially, mentally we not in the same state See out east, you told Suge he was the biggest known slob since Biz and Owens Blood is you dumb? Do you know where you at? Do you know where I'm from? Didn't you say "Fuck the West"? Then called a triple OG that started Westside Ps a "slob", wow the disrespect The irony, I wanna Just Do It but then I know I won't get the check Respect the west What the fuck you know about gangbangin'? White boy from New York, middle class maintainin' My niggas really in the field, the only shit you kill is Call Of Duty game playin' Callin' out Brizz and Roc, like you top tier main stagin' This neanderthal only want to battle y'all to show who's really Cave Gangin' I came sprayin' Haters gon' say it's Photoshop when I come through with more machinery than Robocop They'll take your bitch for ransom, you gon' have to put money on your heart like them weak ass clothes you rock The flow don't stop Think Pacquiao when I pack him out, givin' him the same treatment Cotto got Or flash with the cannon (Canon), you here standin' next to me brings a whole new meanin' to photo op' The fo' fo' cocked, and I'm shootin' big bullets, it'll feel like a boulder block And some guys only about that thing, and when it sing, you better duck like you know the wop You know this Dot, I'm only here to address you Mike "You had a lot to say about a league you said yes to twice." That's that slave mentality Thinkin' I say "yes" to a league ain't gon' sway or rattle me Nigga I say "yes" for the west, show some respect, if I ain't accept this there ain't no way we battling Thanks for travelling We heard the hype just figured you for the nervous type Thought I had a different opponent til I noticed they subbed you in the game and had you throw on a jersey, Mike Well this gon' be American History, X-cept we gon' change the script and word it tight Give you the curb to bite Rest in peace Emmett Till We'll tie this white bitch to the front of the whip, I'm reversin' life You gon' reimburse them, right? I mean they paid for the flight I'm sure the purse was nice You was racin', they told you "be patient" but they didn't explain you was goin' under the surgeon's knife You suburban white, and write like you live some sort of urban life From New York, all the way to L.A., do it BIG, well that's just gon' get your Suburban striked I'm in an urge to fight, they done put a real life in front of the poltergeist So I'm checkin' you with the one, two like I think it's a broken mic I get up close to strike, poke him twice, razor sharp Logan knife With that over right then it's, "Oh goodnight." White boys always wanna wrestle, til somethin' open they chest like Hogan hype You better hold on Mike, you the mom that's driftin' here with the paradigm shiftin' On URL, where all the stars are at the top of the mountain, actin' Paramount Pictures, KG, where is my digits? After this we gon' talk bro' This will be the last time you get me for the cost low I figured they'd put me in front of the wigger cause they gettin' somethin' big for the cheap price and he used to workin' at Costco My fault though, for tryin' to help you Mike You said I wanted more money for this battle, well you right Was tryin' to get you more money too, but that's what they not gon' tell you Mike You're so connected to URL You think you're free but can't see how they handheld you Mike No Henny bottle but they treat you like canned goods the way they shelf you Mike I see you're not gelled too tight All kind of cracks in the guy cranium I mean, what kind of (Wakanda) shit is this? Smack is T'challa sendin' a white agent to the sky to stop Killmonger from passin' the Vibranium Ain't no savin' him, Smack I'll drop another third round, don't make me go there I find it Strange, you can't create fire rounds but get to jumpin' in my world outta nowhere This is no fair, y'all done stuffed dynamite inside of the wheel barrel And rode in front of battle raps Will Farrell All this jokin' and fuckin' around, and still can't make it baby, you should feel sterile Why air you? I'm not here to let a gun go blam I'd rather pull out, pistol whip him in the mouth You know, smack his lips like Twork when his punch don't land I got a hunch though fam', you gon' be like my last competition I'm used to the opposition and hit the fans with the proposition Like, "B. Dot is street and he conscious. And that's conflictin'", a sick disposition Now I just fuse my future with my past He once tried to decide on a half, that ain't gon' help you get no split decision This for my Crips in prison and all my Bloods behind the walls in the wicked system that don't fit this description Yeah you know this Matrix hates us All these codes I'm tryin' to Control/Alt/Delete and shift encryptions Even your team's indifferent I talked to Mickey on the phone he was like, "Dot I don't know. You got superlative raps But Mike's pen's gettin' better. He could Trump you." I say, "Well that's fake news. The wrong alternative facts." And besides, Mickey gon' be turnin' his back the same way he did with Joe Budden Watchin' his homie gettin' punched on and looked away like he don't know nothin' Y'all hoes frontin' Yellow Tape Gang, which one of y'all gon' throw fists and clap? Nigga, Bonnie Godiva's the only G from your Unit we've ever seen go get the strap You better roll a clip back This that black African power And if these was your last days Mikey, this is your last hour [Round 2: Mike P] I thought to touch on your Kemetic Science but my mind was stressed so I diverted More to pure shit, and tell that every line complex, a wordsmith To this herb shit, there is nothin' that this guy can test And if his people wanna jump in, I'm splittin' Dot Mobb in half; Shine vs Rex Let's turn up Flame life, I'll put the heat on ops Use your pussy white angles, Mike P no cop Get K.O.'d you wouldn't see those shots A fist to lame, it's Twister game, so when son hit the floor, hands and feet on Dot I've been the nicest Long before Thanos I've been a Titan Spine shot, he start convulsin', that's meningitis Brush me wrong, it's a Scope in your mouth, that's gingivitis Shoulder shot, he can't lift an arm up, that's tendinitis I said I ride with a pocket pistol, miniature, but I like the hammer It's small, but does the job cause it's the little things in life that matters I snuck it in the venue, they ask how the GP did it It's easy to sneak a pistol in if it's 3D printed I flew here, for a tag, puttin' you up in a grave DNA, with the piece, I can maneuver with a K Home court what? Bitch you ain't know what I would do up in this place Corky Romano, you here for a white bag but it blew up in your face Oh you fire in L.A., but let's be honest, you don't stack bars Canada vs Verb, boy you barley even scratched god You terrible at road trips, wack god You hate to camp so when you cook you only comfortable makin' fires in your backyard How dare you test the pen, like you do it better The white skin peel in L.A. I ain't used to the weather For a band, I'll pop punks in Cali without Rufio You shit on the tree and URL, but never gave yourself room to grow You diva, vs Mike I'm Tyson, with what I do to hoes Bullets Caillou, bald heads goin' through your clothes I'm evil Ryu, no remorse for what I do to souls And if I try you, I'm puttin' ten on your back like a [?] Silly wit' that If I Reed Dollaz I get silly wit' cats Two rounds is all I need, I Surf verse Nitty a cat The bulldog bitin' and I don't give a shit if he strapped Soon as he feels the nips he (Nipsey) Hustle But I turn back around for a victory lap You wanna argue URL? Fine, let's talk holmes Issues I had, I hashed out wit' 'em, not cried and throwed stones And any argument, can end wit' a knife So point chrome, cause even if I lose this debate, I still drive the point home Be honest, thank me for doin' this in the west for you I could've extra killed you in New York, but I want the best of you I took the disadvantage, cause I ain't scared like the rest of you Nobody said "yes" to you, pussy I requested you! And the fact that you here right now, I've lost respect for you But I guess it's "Fuck URL" til URL throws some checks to you Time [Round 2: B. Dot] They say Mike P punch crazy, CRAZY, Mike The dopest white battle rapper on Smack How is that? You not even the dopest white battle rapper in your camp I mean it's quite apparent that you ain't fuckin' with Aaron And white battle rap that's such a small space to be sharin' It's gettin' over crowded but you allowed it Can't put your trust in connivers Jealous Ones Envy, especially when you see them on the road to success And that's a car you was just in (Justin), Driver Now you the hitchhiker searchin' for the newest road You blew it bro White Battle Rapper On Smack was your own little world And we stopped watchin' your Truman Show to view Glue' and Joe But I brought the coolest scope These fans deserve a brand new optic I'm here to widen the lens and zoom in on the microscopic to show y'all how Mike views profit (Prophet) We all watched it, as you came in this game and changed lanes cause you had a few options It was either Smack/URL or you could've been King Of The Dot'in' Which one will get the views poppin'? You first made the news when dude socked him, dropped him Boo bopped, clocked him And that was the first time you had a few dudes watchin' That's when that short fuse popped in Your Ascension in the game when dude took flight I mean you took takin' punchin', in a battle, to whole new heights But I can't understand you Mike Cause fuck a contractual obligation Let somebody snuff me, I'ma pop you, that's an actual confirmation And I ain't makin' up with nobody in these battle situations I mean you, plus a body bag will be the only thing y'all add in my Math-ematical equation But I get the evaluation You vs Tink The Demon was hot, but see I dug a lil' deeper Looked down in the grave and I seen through the plot This wigger write like he fight for civil rights, Mike, we all agree that you not Just cause you Rose a little bit don't mean that you can Park here and not relinquish your spot I mean, why not fight with ICE? Try to kill the Wolf in a small corridor like Leonidas when he was [?] Maybe it's cause you know if you went up north to the cold you'd get exposed As just another flake that blends in with the snow over at King Of The Dot And we see this a lot White boys wanna ball with the blacks We go hard in the paint, they never seen on the block This is our lane We draw the attention and only dish it to wiggers when we needin' a shot But believe it or not If you go over there with 'Ganik you'd do damage And you know this, right? But see it's all part of his gang, he claim he wanna stick to his Genesis Play Station'ed in his slot where he can be this token white Keep focus sight You gotta see through the bloggin', Facebook lies and how he markets it I got foresight to see through Fort Nite and now you put up a shield and build Fortifications to hide behind and not get your target hit It's obvious, your demo is in the graphics That's how you grow audience? Well where we from this system don't work for us That's why we blow cartridges The awkwardness, all fusin' to a dude that use video game schemes and make y'all applaud the shit? But y'all wouldn't accept that from a nigga like Dre Vishiss or Geechi Gotti, some of the hardest Crips But you was able to hit Tink wit', everything on the move list That Hadouken! That you did! Only got approved when We gave you a pass and didn't laugh at the bullshit 'Cause of your skin And you knew this And I'm just gettin' it all of my chest like a nudist I thought I figured out these squares It appears I'm still havin' trouble with the Rubix So the tool is Makin' arrangements to blossom his top like a tulip Pussy nigga, two lips The heat will make him cool it You can catch a blue flame, that's that Crip and that Piru shit! You're foolish, thinkin' I'ma just let you walk into hip hop See the goal he has is to stand in front of the net, upload a clip If it's funny or controversial his shit pop And what we do? Give him a Lil' Pump, some aahs, a Lil' Uzi Vert to the tip top Got these pussies suckin' they own dick in the race to get to 69 position Well, this is that pit stop Get your shit clocked More niggas flamed up than what the Dips got Big Dot, soon as I went viral, there was a two year big stop URL contract, sign that, shit nah New slaves, but I know how to evade the slipknot Hitchcock, put him in the Twilight, fif' cocked Silencer on it, the shit'll sound like a rim shot Who hot? Him not Grown man? Kid not Barrel pointed at an undercover cop like, "You killed Big Pop" Gridlocked, what make you think you can beat me? My nigga, I studied etymology, and honestly I know your last name is pronounced "Poo-lee-see" and I digged deeply Do the research like I'm supposed to In Italian, "Pulice" means "something small and annoying" Well, what a fitting name for what he means to this culture And y'all chose to, put the updated PCs in front of the archive Not smart, guys So when I separate 'em, think segregation, ropes around each wrist, we pull 'em apart tied (apartheid) This the dark side Nah, I ain't Brizz but it's gon' be a Raw deal when the fif' flyin' Send half the clip at your clique, have your men dyin' And send you eight (insinuate) for anything you was implyin' You gon' die tryin' This that Black African Power And if these was your last days, Mikey, this is yo' last hour [Round 3: Mike P] I said, you know what? L.A., this ain't even about competition Look, y'all, he's charged with fallin' in love with the URL system Think of this as a filmed inquisition I'm 'bout to give y'all a chance to make sure you don't dance around these topics your deposition True or false: LA been runnin' battle rap? True or false? Y'all been lined with some killers And every year, URL throws an event around this time for the realest Danny, Diz, Nitty, Geechi, EK: these fuckin' guys are gorillas Puts in all the damn work without cryin' a river Now, hear me out, cause he got the feelin' he a side piece, he insecure Convinced that he's missin' out on a ride, sweet He Drake new album, and this goes way beyond rhymes deep Cause A: he raps great, but you turn a little soft when you start to side B Dot! Find peace Cause a lot of great writers like you done came and went The more you show your cards, the more give them different ways to vent Like your contradictions And we gon' touch on all those mind games you pitch Like how you don't care about battle rap, but you cared that you weren't the main event Main event? Bro, co-main event, I wouldn't hand you that You said you cared about music more but you couldn't even handle that My first song in five years, SMOKED YOU, you couldn't even handle tracks Dawg, how you from LA (*chk-chk*) and you couldn't even handle Wax Don't even answer that Address the switch in your steez in that third round vs EK when you shit on the league I do not get what it means How you were shittin' on Beas' for puttin' Diz on the stage but you got Diz on your team But ooooh FACTS Let's just ignore that from the pseudo-righteous race-baiter Besides, it was a haymaker We felt that shit a day later Even though it was bullshit lies while he was starin' y'all down Cause he a jealous ass rapper that likes to pander to crowds Let's get to panderin' now Grippin', I'm eyein' somethin' crazy He froze up, I rose up, you'll be lyin' in the daisies The tiny little snub nose, got him flyin' to the gate He, thought he was incredible, too (Incredible 2), 'til he saw the kid firin' (fire in) the baby I see right through all the bullshit that this cat scan Colt .45 and I use it, as a back hand There's levels to this maze of a game, so let the gat blam I'll ghost 'em, 'til he blue 'Cause what's a Dot compared to what I pack? Man! (Pac-Man) I heard of his troops, there's birds to recoup Got in the Benz, drive it and park I peeked in his house, then seen him get out Dot on the ledge, got out the car I'm turnin' to Mook if I'm yearnin' to shoot Plot on his death, shot on this mark Gun to his head, then one in his chest Dot on his head, dot on his heart! What UP!? What up!? I said, I'm gettin' at him For your rhymes, I'm airin' at a mark Donald Trump: the .45 splittin' families apart Fuck this guy dumpin', if Dot want it, the blade Tony Hawk Six buck fifties, cause I'll spin 'em into a 900 So keep comin' with that lost mentality Your ignorance is leadin' to your loss in salary YOU here to act like a boss and battle me I'M here to put some life into your false reality [Round 3: B. Dot] I wanna share somethin' wit' you Mikey, I'm not sure if you remember this It was back in the day when we would exchange, you know, have our little differences You DM'd me an apology, that was man of you, but it was interestin' how you ended it "Oh you fake Lux you wrong for bringin' the DM up." Nah nigga he was wrong for sendin' it But let's get into it We gon' skip right to the end Where you say, "As one of the good Europeans, it's hard to not to instinctively defend." Now, European instinct, that's what I wanna talk about The first two rounds was the head shot, this the autopsy after we chalk him out Let me walk you out So there's no confusion about evolution We migrated out of Africa up into Europe, I'm talkin' archaic humans Used to the humid, 'til we get caught in the cold, grey skies UV rays couldn't get through them In order to receive vitamin D that was heaven sent we lost melanin and turned into mutants And that biology, fucks wit' your psychology Appearance started to change and the mind gets caught up in rage Dirty Europeans, until my ancestors the Moors went up into Spain and Italy and taught 'em to bath Just flip through the page, this is history This ain't facts I gotta spit, now look at you Another dirty European gettin' washed up by an African again I don't battle rap to win, I'm here to contend with the ancestry from which you descend Them Greeks that came over to speak on my people Called us "Ethiots" which meant "burnt skin" And y'all want some type of utopia Well, I want revenge for Ethiopia The only un-colonized country on the continent, that's why your Italian ancestors bombed the shit And I'm astonished wit', the fact that blacks don't see we been beefin' with Italians since that Hannibal/Carthage shit So it's that mobster hit Dome shot to the back of the head, face first in a pasta dish You make me sick The fuck did you do to beat me when you a descendant of Mussolini? Drugs? You use 'em freely I highly doubt we can go that route Every cell I see got brothers doin' years for grams of kiwi Y'all peep me? Haile Selassie, I know you prolly ain't catch it But I practice ancestor worship, I'm just invokin' the spirit I'm 'bout to hold up this mirror I want to see yourself through a scientific perspective Your genetics? Recessive And that's what lead to the depression durin' your early adolescence You're tellin' Suge, "My depression had to do with my pops." You slit your wrists and got me up here killin' time, I guess we both on suicide watch What should I do to my op'? Let the heater fly? Nah, I'd rather slit your wrist Put another white bitch in the tub, let him bleed and die Me and 12 other niggas you battled can be the 13 Reasons Why Aye, my nigga, we can't slice no even pie You make a hit, run base get home safe, don't even slide We hit and miss, that's three strikes, get life without even cryin' You don't see this crime? All these obstacles, you never got accustomed to the cops accosting you Constantly, to the point you wanna take off the black skin like it's a costumed suit What was so hard for you? Couldn't meet daddy's expectations of graduation from them Harvard schools? Pops was hard on you So you went psychotic, turn to narcotics, sniffin' lines, pill pop and shoot just to get him off of you You lost your screws Thoughts confused Ever since daddy left you've been alone and suicide been in the dome You do all this bloggin', then wanna hide behind madness and use drugs, but when in Rome We can't skip the tone Yeah you rap black but still act Vic Damone Mike my words can never hurt you But you an addict and you know what they say about sticks and stones Let's switch the mold I'm not even from New York, but I know the history of the mafia that put Drugs in the black communities that fuck nigga's mamas up and put nigga's pops in cuffs Didn't want to sell to your own communities so y'all cut deals with black drug dealers to get the profits up I can take you on a crash course on how they dump drugs in LA and came back around with the armor trucks Put us on smack to kill us, now you on Smack gettin' killed Nigga, karma sucks But, be honest brah, would you swap wit' us? Would you trade your life Mike and give up your white rights? To be reincarnated as a young black durin' the crack era of the '80s when the crime spiked It was beyond trife They gave us guns and drugs in the dark, but in hindsight What an evil genius, to make us move weight like limestone and put us all under that limelight Now, would you trade your life Mike, to be a young black always under suspiscion Get arrest cause you fit the description Three years in prison never given a sentence Solitary confinement, gettin' beat by the C.O.'s and the inmates, and all you do is defend it? Til you finally release cause they couldn't provide evidence or give' em a witness Are y'all seein' the difference? Between your suicidal admittance you spit in your writtens And a brother like Kalief Browder who needed relief, but couldn't get it 'cause the tone of his pigment So suicide was committed I don't condone it, but I get it Here's a way for you to relate: Think of a game where the whole system is against you, but you can't remotely control it You've been chosen for moments Your childhood trauma you went through you want this culture to notice is bogus You sold weight on the corners, copped some piff, wasn't "stop and frisk" 'cause a white boy like you would never be noticed You from Long Island, complainin' cause your pops was controllin' He was on Riker's Island, detained him cause a backpack was stolen I'm just exposin' the motives White men lack resources so they go around stealin' wealth Genocide, then when all men have died, he turn the gun around and kill himself How destructive of you And you wanna bring all of that into battle rap, how fucked up is you? Man this culture needs substance from a brother, like me not substance abuse I don't fuck wit' you dudes I got no empathy for white male misery, somethin' gotta give Rich whites wanna kill they selves, poor black just wanna live This shit is sick If you ask me, battle rap deserves a better switch Like you should've died when you slit your wrists, Young B should've been never hit You are evidence that white rappers are guests in hip-hop, never residents Don't insult my intelligence Claimin' you culturally relevant cause your suicidal embellishment I've been negligent, but now I'm back to cast out demons like the Exorcist The black man is god Mikey, and as always, the white man remains devilish This western shit And this that black African power And if these was yo' last days Mikey, this was your last hour