DUB REALITY SOULJAHS

[Round 1: Calicoe] He tried to blend in with the crowd when I cocked my shit You'se a motherfuckin’ white boy you can not be missed They said, "We got Bigg K for a couple K's" How long I gotta write for this wigger? A couple days A nigga really plugged if he- aye That's where you stay? Well I got killers that’ll get you out by yo' way Meet you in yo' do' way Another white bitch gettin' shredded, think I'm OJ A bunch of battle rap bitches Tweetin' these niggas so gay But peep the script, there's a couple of things I’ma leave you wit’, a seasoned vet' Take notes this battle and you and you can be the best Was wonderin’ how I was gonna approach this battle cause I don't see a threat No Limit to the bars I'ma give him, see (C) Murder when I step He lookin' like a Fiend in this ring cause see a check Didn’t even know which one we was gettin' it was either me or (Mia) X Flow like Silkk, watch me Shock him, I'm tryin' to be the best They soldier (Soulja) lookin' Slim in the ring, look at him, he a mess Catastrophe, I ain't ask for him, bitch you asked for me Oh I get it, it's reverse slavery, so in this battle I'ma be the Master P Trigger finger itchin', my index done had a rash for weeks They say, "Bigg K", I say, "Lil' K?" They said, "Bigg K", I said, "Lil' K?" Whatever they call him, just send his ass to me And give him that thousand dollars, that make me feel better when I'm leavin' I love to see white slaves, it make me feel like shit is even Why y'all lookin' at me? Like I'm just killin' him for no reason Slow it down, I just dissed you So why he over there lookin' like his people just be killin' us for no reason Why y'all come fuckin' wit' me Seein' what I just did to William, now he gets some company Cause nigga I'm 'bout to kill you Come out this fuckin' disguise, we wanna know the real you The white boy Kenneth in the house on the hill you Let me catch you lurkin' in the field, I will drill you You look like you've been on the South Beach Diet, well let's see what them .9 mils (meals) do Seek and destroy to fill you, with hollow tips or balled up fists His jaw gon' look like it ate a [?] My shooters spray, and unapologetic for any beef that end in grief Stay with the dead niggas Shareef A 100 round chopper will get the head nigga impeached Just for runnin' his mouth they gon' find him dead in the street That baby Drako lay on my leg to my feet What Bigg K gon' do when baby bro wanna compete? I never thought you was elite This RBE plan they tryin' to trick me off the street You ARP mans, lost 100 pounds in a week What? You one of R. Kelly's hoes my nigga? He won't let you eat? You done got off mo' pounds than me Mo' pounds than T and Meek Mo' pounds than G Mo' kilo's than Luther Watch you really fade away when I shoot ya Grab the Ruger and wake you out yo' sleep the Freddy Krueger What? I'm supposed to believe you ruthless and you shooter when you and your mans walked in here lookin' like The Stooges I hit Larry they call Moe they curl him (Curly) that's a designed hit Lawrence hit P, P hit me cause I'm the only way they can find this These niggas not even in my conference Their fans don't even understand my content I gotta dumb it down so ask Bigg K fans what's gon' happen and front him pounds and he stop comin' 'round I'ma have my Virginia killers hunt him down Y'all know commercial, it's my money and I want it now Tell his fans to relate to that We gon' state the facts or take it to where ever they want to take it at You can die tonight, take that for whatever you wanna take it as I'm tryin' to change the whole culture of my city nigga, you ain't got faith in that At the same time I'm tryin' to raise a bad ass two year old I can't even take a nap The white boy done ran into an ape attack Banana clips equipped, the chop can't slip cause it came with straps How did you ever even feel you can win? This a body And when he get to Heaven, boom I'll kill you again, bitch [Round 1: Bigg K] Let's make it a judged battle, get excitin' for the fans But skip the judges score cards, I'll hold a .9 up in my hands That'll lift him off his feet, then I'm linin' up his mans They was yellin' "landslide" now they slidin' when they land BLAM! I spit a round, this can' will split a crown Cause king think he a stand up man, I sit him down No talkin', I let it ring, click and blaow Workin' out wit' a machine, I'm not givin' an lip to Cal' (elliptical) How you tough and moody? You a fuckin' goofy I'm waitin' for you to flip, that's why I'm back tuckin' toolies Guns from outta state, crush ya kufi That new PA TEC on my wrist? Nah turn up the Uzi All these cowards talk slick, well do somethin' to me I'll pull somethin' retarded off the bench, I ain't subbin' Rudy Y'all suckas; fruity We thuggin'; truly Predators that prey (pray) up to five times a day and ain't Muslim; Sumi Get rocked on, the gun metal, it drop bombs I'll Funk Flex you, still hold it down with these hands but I don't thumb wrestle My knife work, make his eye squirt, burst blood vessel Two slices, a buck 50, he caught the lunch special Come stretch you, I'm throwin' razors to your faces If it skin the black off him, does it label me a racist? I'm stranded in the dope spot, where the cater's in the basement But I'm still tryin' to shoot The One, like agents in The Matrix Face it, you basic, fam' nothin' new Smack made them ass raps pop, this man Uncle Luke Get hit, if ya wit' ya clique, I'ma rush the group When I pull this, all you gon' dip, that's French onion soup Shoot, revolver with a speed loader on a sports bike You get six silver bullets, it ain't Coors Light I titty fuck ya baby moms and put it on a porn site That bitch chest gave me wood like Fortnite [Calicoe] I play Madden. I play Madden [Bigg K] Metal Gear sucks. Fortnite's way better Your life ain't worth ten thousand I send the word they harm you The code word was "GoPro" that means there's 4K on you They want me talkin' spicy for that cheese, I'll whip a verde fondue Just know that once I get to cookin' all this gore may (gourmet) haunts you Let's go [Round 2: Calicoe] Let me vent to y'all Do y'all know how hard it is to prepare for a person you feel can't do no damage to you? Like you ain't sleepin' on him, you know he got a couple bars but he's still average to you I'm passin' through him The question is, why would I even drop my status to him? When the leagues put bread on a corn head I bring they cabbage to 'em I can talk about yo' drug addiction like all night You either sniffin' blues, moons, or hard white Nigga hit me like, "Cal' you ready?" Like this gon' be a dog fight This nigga got a bunch of bars about Loaded Lux and dog fights All my bars about that chopper and how I'm aimin' at y'all sight White boy couldn't box wit' me if I agreed to all rights White boy couldn't box wit' me if I agreed to not shoot him White boy couldn't box wit' me if he was homeless and I had room The street sweeper will clean this whole room My youngin' grabbed that chopper out the closet like it's the broom You don't even know what you talkin' you just assume This what y'all like? A hillbilly but tryin' to be a goon? That's why your people don't fuck wit' us They can't stomach the fact they kids wanna look up to us Look at you wigger You think your people did all this hard work stealin' the land from the natural builders for you to snatch our image? This can not be y'all gimmick I got the mind of a Nazi dog trippin' and you can fall victim And this just all business They got him involved in the, worst situation to all limits Cause bein' the best white rapper is like bein' a tall midget This was a Pat Stay, Iron Solomon conversation and some kinda way you just crawled in it But least them white boys is authentic Your style is scripted and all rented They both been on Summer Madness, how come they never called Kenneth? Bitch I'm sav', I'm in the field with no pads like Michael Bennett I used to have that rusty .22 runnin' through blocks like I'm Emmitt Are we talkin' football, but I don't need a team nigga, I mean wigger I'll pull up on his block with nobody, just me and a mean Smith & Don't get me wrong, bro at the corner See y'all don't even get where I'm goin' I scheme different What I'm sayin' is, it only take one arm to get him picked off Shaquem Griffin And he won't even see the Hawks (Seahawks) I'll pull up on ya block playin' 'Jesus Walks' Walk up on his mama porch like, "Bitch we need to talk! If you don't scream, I promise to not get the kids involved." The goal is for them to grow up and never forget what we did to y'all That boss talk gon' get a wigger offed I send my bottom bitch to get him she [?] Lara Croft He think it's a game, until his crib hit with a Molotov, it go up in flames The chopper hittin' whoever runnin' out They find his body burned up with holes in him, don't know what happened to him All they know is my last Tweet say, "He shouldn't have been actin' like he knew me." Why the nigga act like I'm just rappin' only? I'll do this cracker greasy- I mean I'll do this wigger greasy for cheese, mama macaroni I see these battle niggas out and remain me I don't give a fuck if they actin' phony Pop him like a pill when he lonely How did you ever feel you can win? This a body and when he get to Heaven, Mook gon' kill you again Bitch Landslide [Round 2: Bigg K] He said, he was gon' beat me with all lefts Yo' bitch ass ain't gon' kill nothin' You gon' get hit wit' a 2X4 like Jim Duggan I've been out here a long time and I'm still thuggin' You trippin', I got it on me like I spilled somethin' How you broke? But ya partner is the brick man? I got a long ass chopper wit' a kickstand I'm from the project bench there they dish tan Was rockin' in the PJ's like a gym jam I had the city on smash, few hitman Who tryin' to 50 yard dash through quicksand? With Nike gloves and taped up wristbands Fill it with flame and let it rain 'til the clip jam You nothin' to the king but a bowl of grapes You done booked a one way to the holy gates Next time you talk to God tell Him to hold a place Cause I'ma leave ya open face before an open case And the concrete crumblin' when I'm plowin' through And the experience humblin' seein' how I do Cause when my stomach is touchin' I'm makin' power moves I grind harder than rumblin' wearin' shower shoes I know you seen K, it's footage all 'round And you can run and tell the DJ to put him on now I've been the nicest in VA from Pusha on down I'm 'bout two 16's from push y'all 'round Yeah I run the gutter gutter, bang bang muhfucka .50 out the back of the strap crackin' a Hummer bumper They sent my man up north for a couple summers He got it jumpin' on the island, you gulla gulla But while he in that max prison I'ma send somethin' Cause I ain't wit' this ass kissin' and the dick suckin' The frontin' like they pack pitchin' and they been thuggin' These clowns still sack pitchin' out a mid onion I get mail, off of rap for the have not and fish tail In the Ac', through the back block A big bail, full of [?] for a fat knot From fish scale in the trap like a crab pot Just flew from the coast, stayin' for weeks, writin' all that musical dope That pain on the beat, now I'm tyin' off a noose at ya throat We playin' for keeps, doin' the most and sayin' the least I let it bang, fuck who they knew Tell my shooter to get the target and the roommate too I'm Bigg K from Wednesday to Tuesday through Fuckin' up battle rap 'til I drop Doomsday 2 Go 'head bwoy [Round 3: Calicoe] Y'all really don't know how hard it is, to prepare for a person you feel can't do no damage I mean the first round always easy cause I'm just naturally a savage The second round start gettin' so frustratin' and I almost stopped at 2:30 The third I'm battlin' myself cause the first I already felt I did you dirty I'ma keep it 100 You was never a person I was enthused to 30 But it's Black History Month, so I gotta get him outta here quick with no worries I'm glad this ain't black on black I ain't even notice you at Volume 3 I seen it was him I said, "Yup he back on Smack." Look at him, he look like he been hittin' the pack on Smack They called him for T-Top he said, "Red top/blue top" he thinkin' they givin' away crack on Smack I never felt like you was a racist so why would I act on that? I just called a spade a spade bro You wish you was black so I got $100 I could fuck yo' bitch nigga Another $1,000 my dick bigger Why would I ever be afraid of this wigger? When I know a Chinese K with a knife on his end that'll leave him dismembered They'll find his body parts everywhere, I'll have to [?] him I'll send his fingers in the mail to his family, I Money Mitch niggas You look like you got down syndrome with a sick feelin' It's bad enough I gotta deal with these battle niggas that go against the throne Now we gotta deal with successful black men that's goin' against they own? So I challenge Floyd Mayweather bitch ass to a boxin' match But I came here prepared to lose that's why I got the gat All he gon' hear is "P-P-Pat" soon as I hit the mat I ain't speakin' on his ex best friend when I say, 'Get The Strap' I feel like a fuckin' python in a rat race Sellin' out all these packed shows, performin' in front of a packed place Boy I got a free agent that'll clear all of his cap space Ain't shit Gucci 'bout me bein' masked up with black face I got a free agent that'll clear all of his cap space Ain't shit Gucci 'bout- you got the Soulja Boy headband on you lame ass nigga Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait How did you feel comfortable wearin' this fuckin' headband? That's how I know your mans a- [Bigg K's entourage] I got money! Cause I got money! Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Fuck all that. I got money! [Calicoe] Y'all know what rhyme wit' "lamest nigga in the room?" (What?) Coon! I'ma send them they ain't gon' argue witchu No bitch niggas you roll wit' is not official Aye, them niggas you roll wit' is not official Soon as I see my- The label signin' me they want my initials Aye, put him in the grave that's when the streets get you How him all on the 'Gram like, "He was just witchu." Soon as they seen my chain they just dismissed you Bigg Kenneth a lame and he fictitious Most these niggas [?] it's big business That pack too loud, watch me dumb it down with the [?] I'm overseas shootin' 3's, I feel like Reggie Miller That hatin' shit is a disease, I might as well kill you Aye, signin' niggas to my label, that's how we gon' deal you Before I let you leech off us I might as well bill you All this black own drip on us, I feel like we the real ones I bought ten hoodies and done looked out for some people's children Run up a hundred and they come take it just like we the pilgrims Bitch I look up to rock bottom cause I ain't never seen Em' These industry niggas strayin' away cause they ain't never seen this You fear what you can't understand, they know I really mean this I'm by myself cause shit ain't promised, they can sink the boat whenever You don't even know if he your mans if y'all still broke together They had me sheddin' tears for Boom when I wrote this letter If I knew I had to lose my dog I'd rather be broke forever Mook comin' to me in my dreams sayin', "Keep yo' head up." I started with nothin' with my team, baby we can't let up How did you ever even feel you could win? This a body and when you get to Heaven, Will gon' kill you again Bitch Landslide After a nigga battle me, I make him feel wack Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real raps Landslide nigga! [Round 3: Bigg K] You told Ill Will you was gon' "wack his baby" Now they can't call no truce to that And y'all cool wit' that The fans boostin' that He's sprayin' out the window with no aim, that shit's stupid jack I walk up bare face and hit what I'm shootin' at This Ruger clap, push ya whole medulla back Boo this cat, walk off [?] the strap Get the rifle with the red dot, I can knock a puma flat I put the laser on his skin like he tryin' to remove a tat' I'm through wit' rap, cause y'all don't play the game by the manual Y'all respect a lame that went to jail for fightin' animals That's some coward shit, part of the reason I don't like this loser Now it's talons flyin' over that chicken since you fightin' roosters Stick a knife into ya, swipe/swipe maneuver Try to run get walked down, I'm Michael Meyers to ya The .40 got him outside sweatin' like an icey cooler I lick a shot, you melt over ya rocks, but I don't like Kahlua You dick chewer, this tre pound a big Ruger Photographer in Toronto, the Six shooter I took penitentiary chance after chance just to get moola You was havin' underground chicken fights, watchin' out for intruders I should slide into him, push the .9 and boom him Teach you the difference between animal instinct and violent human All I need is a deuce deuce, I'll leave his life in ruins I could make him eat a .357 but it's time consumin' We movin', if I feel a vibe I'm sleepin' him Toss the Heckler in the crowd like a fightin' comedian I balance the high and low, livin' life at the median Feds sweep, I survive more stings than Coyote Peterson It's deeper than what they on, I'm sleepin' with the thang on Kick when it fire, up in the streets I think I'm Fei Long My man just caught a dub, had to eat it but he stayed calm The jake popped up outta nowhere and put my peoples on the State Farm I hate y'all They don't live like we live Before you was 21, I done did 'bout three bids When bro died, that shit hurt, but the same night we slid And only took an L cause the police got him before we did But fuck that, I ain't lettin' shit slide I'll go to jail on purpose, just to catch him on the inside I'm royalty, big vibes, everything it implies Dessy rings the inside everything exist dies So fuck that, if y'all ain't think I won 2-1 you can kill that thought If you ridin' wit' him or co-sign him than you still at fault Fuck you and every dick sucka yo' bitch ass brought Y'all reppin' Shoebox Money, this that big bad talk