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King of the Dot

"Iron Solomon vs Chilla Jones"

[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
Aye this remind me of them summer nights on Blue Hill Avenue
Cause y'all see me handle Krome now I'm up here snatchin' jewels (Jews)
It's a wrap for you
But before you can call me "wack", b*tch I'm the King Pen
And for all three rounds I'ma show you why they call me that
What up Iron Aaron?
Now that I see that Iron here in I'm eyein' Aaron
Gunshots is what Iron hearin', hit Iron earrin' when iron airin'
I'll point a gun down at his young child
Do Iron heir in with Iron errands
Soon as Iron nearin' his head explode
They need a bowl to put his eye and ear in
Now I ain't erring on the side of caution
I ain't a regular rapper boy, every bar cold (code)
But maybe it'll register after
But amp him up, I'll up the cater, serve his head on a platter like hors d'oeuvres since y'all wanna egg on a cracker
Boy I'm a relevant factor
I know they say what you planned on
They pulled strings to get you took out, pus*y, like a tampon
I'm hands on
You came for God then (Gordon) hey, word (Hayward)
I told him, "Break a leg" from the jump
Just hope his punches don't land wrong
My fans strong
Of course I'ma sell tics (Celtics), n*gga save the hate
You think it's rosier (Rozier) on this side? Well be Smart before they make a statement
Cause Brown knows it'll only cause more issues
Then them K's is wavin', that Larkin sparkin'
You'll be takin' more shots in Boston than Jason Tatum
But what he say is amazin'
He lyrically should shine, cause he's a top tier writer with plenty of good lines
But do your research, and any good enemy would find
Iron ain't touched an arm since Penny from Good Times
f*ck them hood rhymes
Actin' like you sprayin' a burner
Summer Madness the only time you was facin' a murder (Murda)
When Mook was done witchu
All they found was your glasses and a Skittles bag
He owned holmes (homes) like the middle class, kicked his ass
Nine or the deuce deuce, which to blast?
Finally I said, "f*ck it", let eight off (Adolf) and killed you (Jew) with the little stash
And (Anne) Frank-ly, you're obsessed with battlin' Crips
I think you need help Cuz
I mean Daylyt, Magic, Nitty, Ars', you even called out Surf to make yourself buzz
I know why you target the Crips, even if nobody else does
It's biology, see Iron's biggest job is to help Blood
But you ain't never been a thug, not a day in your life son
Heard you had a couple side chicks, an Asian and white one
And you ain't never got tested? Well that wasn't very bright son
Or maybe you're so obsessed with Crabs you figured you'd give your wife some
But go 'head, diss Shotgun for being a Crip
You gon' die being a brilliant writer
The wrong line, then Suge'll (sugar) rush you like candy that got your children hyper
You only good with punches homie, you a resilient fighter
But I catch you before your flight outta Boston with no steel beside ya
So when y'all hear there was a shootin' at the airport, and now Chilla gotta chill with lifers, don't ask questions
Just know that I'm the reason there's metal in Logan like William Stryker
b*tch I'm a striker!
I swing fast, treat him like a speed bag
It's a wrap for him in the Middle East cause he jab (Hijab) with his weak ass
Homie I'm back to my rap pinnacle, I'll shoot his ass right on the couch; Vlad interview
Bullets blast into you, quick and fast intervals
So you choose, Brigham & Women's or Mass General?
A bad visual, get your right eye stuffed
If you don't want your f*ckin' shirt turned to tie dye run
Cause this Eagle can give you wings, you gon' fly high son
Since your people live by the Desert you gon' die by one
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!

[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
Y'all was f*ckin' with all of his Boston angles in his rounds?
Black and white, no wonder he had to pander (panda) to the crowd
But facts, this battle would've
Never happened if Aye Verb hadn't pulled out last minute like his daddy should've
So you gettin' my least potent punches
I'm slap boxin' him, took my watered down Rum leftovers and I'm back washin' him
You was my last option son
I told Bishop, "Make sure my dough is straight. Put it on a plate
Show me half the bread, you get an open face."
He said, "I respected champ. You got it and check the stamped."
I be getting bands (bans) in battle rap quick as a JeFFrey rant
f*ck all the rumors
Why I ain't rematch Peter Morris sooner?
Oh he's mad he ain't win the first time, you the sorest (The Saurus) loser
That Greek? Food, I'll feast at a different venue
Somehow the Middle East pita (Peter) wasn't on the menu
Bro, when you feed the king, Organik, you have to serve it with more seasoning
Not a baby who's bitin' my rounds like a teething ring
Y'all matched the toddler, holdin' a magic marker against a classic author
With the Penny, a helpless little girl; Inspector Gadget's daughter
In Mass I'm a masked marauder, teaching the class in karma
I'm sick and my fangs in farther than Amazon anacondas
The lines that I land are sharper than cuts from a Spanish barber
The last performer, from the days of the DAT recorders
When Kane used to smash Madonna
The sand, the water, the farmer who plants the seeds that expand the genre
A man of honor, a monster
A gangster, the banker and a robber
Frank Sinatra could throw a fit together better than cranky toddlers
So don't step to me if what you kicks fugazi
You seen I made Nitty look like a bird in them Blue Jays
So if you ain't in the mind frame to like pain, you don't need the headache to go against my grain (migraine)
And every battle you book, the same story retold
Y'all might feel like he's cold to me, C old, a one trick pony
His schemes are at best, forced
Ridin' the style he on (stallion), until he beatin' a dead horse
You won a couple of races now a honkey's in your way
You can pen (pin) a tale (tail) and portray him as the donkey of the day
But this jackass's ego is swollen, it gets ahead of him
This medicine gon' help him reduce that swellin' and I got the Epipen
To prod your vein
From now on, my name is John McCain
A veteran with somethin' lethal I need to get off my brain
I paused the game but never lost my aim
See C so low ratchet in the street it ain't a walk of shame
I honed those skills, I'm in the dojo still
Where real recognize real so we don't know no Chill
So you gon' fall from this status you ain't seasoned to have
Get raked across the yard, tonight he leaves in a bag
Chilla your career was Sub Zero before you challenged me
Moving down back, down forward now you facin' your fatality

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]
I said mic check one two, one two
Iron's these ain't even ours
You said somethin' 'bout "Donkey Of The Day"
Lighten up, you really think you can see C The God?
See I spoke to you at Mass 1, before you came outta retirement
You said you was a big fan and seein' me was inspirin'
Said you wanna rap with 'Lyt, scheme with Chilla
Punch with the Bar God and and all types of sh*t
But then you told me Myers was scared
Now imagine hearin' Danny ran (Rand) from Iron Fist but I'm legit
The best writer, and the evidence is quite conclusive
So when I take this round, you gon' blame the crowd, don't even try it stupid
I make it clear, with a little back and forth like wiper fluid
So when they score it they don't gotta O.D. or lend (Len) Bias to it
But you the one ballin'?
Get it, one ballin'? Is y'all followin'?
One ball, then y'all followin'
Then gun hit Iron lung, he'll need an iron lung for oxygen
Stomp his chin, kick my feet up on him like an ottoman
Then funeral time put Solomon around solo men
I gotta win, yeah this body gonna be shockin'
Electrocutioner, if it's a problem this these four K's gonna be the resolution
Let's get it clear, you haven't grown
It's like you can't stand evolution
But every step you losin', tryin' to keep up with the direction like Dance Dance Revolution
When your music failed, the culture kept you movin'
Let's be honest here, you ain't top tier or bottom tier, you're a volunteer
I'm glad y'all liked that, cause y'all also went crazy when you heard it versus Nitty in the boy round
I just figured I'd take it from you, since you took it from Troy Brown
Oh you didn't think we would find it out? It's too late to be quiet now
But when I think about it, it kinda reminds me of the Holyfield/Tyson bout
Cause he was overwhelmed with back to back punches and couldn't grind it out
So now for bitin', baow, a piece of ear off in Iron mouth
He tried to out and eat Clips for the same thing
Like he never stole or bit nothin'
Who gave you this Fruit Stripes? I should leave a Big Red hand print on your sh*t cousin
But try gettin' me, and you'll get hit with a Bazooka
I'm talkin' mid stride if I catch the kid runnin'
You gettin' chewed cause I'm twice the rapper
I just wish being double meant (mint) somethin'
I'm Extra amped, say the wrong thing, best recant
Head shot, exposin' a racist mind like a JeFFrey rant
n*gga my style got flare on the low, Elvis Presley pants
Spine shot, his legs wobble, got him doin' the Elvis Presley dance
But test me champ, sh*t I'm outside the corner store like, "Aye, what you doin' on my block shorty?"
See I'm old school so in case he case 'em (Casey Kasem) I give his Top 40
Imagine me catchin' a bullet from Aaron, b*tch I am not Jordy
Nail son to the wall like, "n*gga what you got fore me?"
Trey in the clutch with seven rings so either he get robbed or he (Horry)
Tryin' cause we jacked his foreign whip, but quit with the sob stories
n*gga get lost, the arm make you flipped boss
Hip toss, this Bad Boy from Brooklyn went to Cali and took a BIG loss
Give you 30 out this Ill-matic, knock your limbs off
Do you dirty, he'll get shot in the kitchen like a Jimz blog
I'm p*ssed off cause you came at E. Ness for bein' 33
I mean ain't you 33 now?
Don't you know where real rappers careers should be when they're 33?
Wow!
When 50 Cent was 33, he made a hundred mil' off of Vitamin Water
Now Iron is 33 and he still can't find a supporter
When Ice Cube was 33, he was in three movies just to get shine
When Kanye was 33 he went platinum, for the fifth time
And Drake's status as a legend, well that's already f*ckin' clear
And he won't even be 33 for another couple years
But in 33 AD, Jesus and Judas died
So in his 33rd year, Iron gets crucified
But between you and I, I know your birthday was April 10th
And that's an actual fact
But ask Paul Pierce, being 34 in a Boston club can get you stabbed in the back!
So, you might've battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!

[Round 2: Iron Solomon]
Uhh, I'm 36
I'm 36, I shoulda pre-warned you
After tonight, I'm gonna be up another three on you
Yo, y'all believe that he rides strapped through Dot and supplies crack?
You got to be keepin' your pipe packed if you buy that
This dandy lyin' (dandelion) through his two lips (tulips), he don't provide fact
Everybody knows (nose) the truth gotta smell a lie lacks (lilacs)
I don't believe you peddle flower, if you snitch a soldier
Get a whiff, something isn't kosher, this pig got a different odor
I get one scent (cent) of the coppers the sh*t is over
Press the metal into your tongue like a penny loafer
Now nobody's buyin' what Jerome Jones sells
I got the trap buggin' out like a roach motel
I got the trap, Bug In/Out like a roach motel?
See how I tricked you to bring this poison into your own home Chill?
Last night at his crib I had his spouse on the couch
But tonight I came to take Chill out in his house
You wear the crown of this town, oh you the king on the throne?
But your albums come out, not a single gets sold
Nobody bought the Mass King's (masking) tape, stick to your roll (role)
But I'm off of this clown, let me talk to the crowd
Say, "Boston!"
(Boston!)
No really holler it loud
Say "Boston!"
(Boston!)
When they say, "Boston" they're proud
So why you gotta call it Boss Town and water it down?
However hard that it sounds or everybody bein' a boss in your town
Just picture a bunch of Rick Ross's walkin' around
Yo, what's the meaning of being king if we all have the crown?
What's a boss with no workers to be bossin' around?
But in his mind he believe the sh*t
That might be the reason that Writer's Bloque is divided
It's called a "Crisis of Leadership"
In your team full of Urkels, where they chief is a nerd
Who needs help in his writing so they the geeks that he turns to
It's the tricks of the trademarks, like Conceited and her crew
You're cool to copy writtens (copy-written) if you got C in your circle
Your clique's weird
Half a dozen odd balls around his sphere
From this angle my G, our metrics say the Bloque is just six squares
Well I'm Cube, I'll write through everyone in this guy's crew
Anybody can f*ckin' get it I'm AIDS in '92
So strap up, or I'm takin' your lives and your wive's too
Two rings and it's death do us part and that's how I do
And I got shots for everybody it's a special occasion
Even Rum went down easy without me havin' to chase it
First Day' quit then Magic, y'all see the pattern after I face him
Y'all catch what I'm sayin', y'all see this game of Jenga I'm playin'?
Turnin' Writer's Bloque into Whitey's Block ain't no rent that I'm raisin'
Til everybody a victim, this is gentrification!
There goes the neighborhood Chilla
It won't stop, it's like I resemble my own pops how I'ma chip off the old block (Bloque)
Mr. Top Tier From The Proving Ground is the wrong moniker
I'll send you back to that class you belong in, I'm a hall monitor
And all of my peers fire drills if you don't get in line
Everybody here raise an arm, it's attendance time
A test you shouldn't cheat, I'm the professor take a seat
Y'all mix a vegetable to eat, I've been a recipe for beef
You a skeptic, what you think? You ain't endin' up deceased?
BANG!
Your brain's hangin' from the ceilin' should help suspend your disbeliefs

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]
It's like a movie, right? The Death Of King Solomon
Now playin', you diggin' the plot?
Good, cause your spot in the ground fakin'
As far as your crew? Well a DeVille pullin' up with rounds blazin'
Long Sig (cig') smokin', soon as I spot a dog like a Dalmation
I heard the foul statements
"Verse Iron, the King Pen gon' get his crown taken."
Clowns hatin'
Actin' like they was forced to (foster) care like child placements
And after Nitty, my slim chance got even triller, but don't you hear the crowd shakin' the foundation?
Well if not, then keep sleepin'
Just know after shockin' them you could wake up to somethin' ground breakin'
But you know who was groundbreaking?
Bender
He was Canada's King Pen
And even though he's gone from rap I wanna take a second and remind all of y'all why they called him that
Y'all ready?
I said I'll make every single king retreat from war and seek his fortress
Then storm the beach in Normandy with forces we deported
I'll sheath the sword and leave them corpses
He ignored repeated warning, the Ouija board and demon sources
See 'em formin' like bees are swarmin'
If I hear he turned vegan I'll feed him pork and leave a fork in
Make him leave a portion of fetal organs with Puerto Rican orphans
Thought he was formerly important
f*ck his boring, weak performance
Now you in enemy territory like a North Korean tourist
You made an album and acted like we were the poor receivin' fortune
Take every chorus, re-record it cause it's horribly distorted
And all these horrid, cheap endorsements
Sportin' orthopedic Jordans, on the court with Peter Morris
Gee of course you leave the sorest (The Saurus)
Rest In Peace legend
You probably wrote the most clean rounds ever
But what you gon' do? Diss me for my tweets? How clever
See I'm a legend cause I'm the King Pen, who can put three rounds together better
But you're a legend because you're the King Pen...of the freestyle era
And we'll never forget Spring Fever
Were you high or stone cold?
You think your album was a classic? You a liar with no soul
But inquire what bro sold
Mettleing with the music, even Alchemist couldn't get Iron to go gold
I'm so cold
Bumpin' Drake when [?] spittin'
Still got Avocado dippin', flippin' tables wit' it
If I hit Laugh-N-Stalk in his mustache, his face go wit' it
And if he try to Avenge your death, half of Marv'll (Marvel) be gone, n*gga they gon' think Thanos did it
Homie I'm wit' it, turnin' n*ggas to dust, you can't picture that?
Well with every line Jones got the time stones so I can bring your Vision back
He tried to put Thor ax through my thorax, thinkin' the sh*t's a wrap
But when it becomes time to disappear I'm quit to snap
This is that that, Bruce Banner type of n*gga, you know
When it's war he's scared to bring that Hawk out
Now ain't it Strange cakin' for Iron? See that's the sh*t that make me walk out
I could've did you like Hollow did Clips cause I got a lot of marketing and business sh*t to talk 'bout
But that wouldn't be fair
Cause as soon as I mention brand expansion he gettin' Chalked Out
See I went all out with that Super Mario scheme
And I showed the Toronto rap crowd, but for you?
It's more like Super Smash Brothers
All I need is four bars to break the fax down
First thing, is with a backpack, you look like Ness if you turned hat 'round
Second, I heard about your early battles in Michigan
You was fightin' with The Glove gettin' smacked 'round
Speakin' of Smack, you got taken off that platform and how did he respond?
Well, by just gettin' back now
But since your character is damaged, I gotta knock you off at 100% and make you fade into the background
And there's a reason I ain't on Smack now
But it doesn't matter who I blame, on any platform I do my thang
I work hard and grew my name
So the truth remains Solomon, I'm through with games
You got 3 O's in your name, I got 3 O's to my name
You just act brolic, n*gga that's all you do
Ars' punked you, Illmac pushed yo' ass 'cross the room
We could've did this on Smack Volume 2
I would've open hand slapped you from the back and hear the smack volume too
But there's little room for just bars
Yeah it's clear that I'm on ghost
I'm sorry like Air Jordan and Aaron will fly low
It's time me and ICE sharin' a convo', let's discuss some thangs
You my man, but in this ring I want the title, and ain't nothin' changed
I'm tuckin' A then I let it tag him, I ain't runnin' game
Then it bang outta nowhere like "gimme my f*ckin' chain!"
The King Pen of The Dot and that's why you losin' now
Against Mr. Jump The Top Tier From The Proving Ground
Boss Town

[Round 3: Iron Solomon]
I wanna be serious with y'all for a second...
Chilla's wife...got a wedding band, but she interpret that ring wrong
And buzz my bell when she searchin' for ding dong
Open up, she either in a bikini top or naked
With her butt out, it's time for you to leave the conversation
So your missus can whisper fantasies in my ear
About her lack of a gag reflex, about how she makes spatulas disappear
So I told love, "Let's rope up. You can handle it, don't be scared."
Then made her choke up so much she should get Champion Of The Year
So I gave her the belt
Translation the champs changin', f*ck the hand shakin', ass kissin' and campaignin'
Sometimes you gotta talk to these b*tches I'm Man 'Splanin'
And when y'all make a list of who the greatest is, make sure he makes the list
Y'all heard his style, y'all know who the greatest is at makin' lists
If Chilla made the list of which kids were naughty and which were nice
Santa wouldn't check it twice, he'd just KNOW that sh*t was right
Yo, God's gift to scheming
Are you serious (Serius) Jones? That style I killed Math with 10 years ago
Remember back in high school when I smashed his chickadee?
To cut, we used to cut class and visit me
Had the chemistry, attractive physically
Taught her sex ed and wood shop now Math is history
Now if we tie in this tug of war, clash or not (knot)
You learn the ropes from the lessons this slacker taught
My rhyme book is the genesis of every page your pen writes
This snake Eve-n got his knowledge from the Big Apple by takin' a bite
You know Genesis, Loso, the Lord took Adam's rib and created his wife
Stealin' a piece of that body of mines is what gave this b*tch life
You disobeyed my advice, stole from the God and (garden) you payin' the price
For duplicating the A1, that was your plan, B?
You had to copy Tecs for the respect you command C
You know, copy texts is Command C
Wait, wait, wait, does that not compute or (computer) you just can't read?
I'm sayin' he ain't an original type writer and that's key
If you ask me how he crafts his poorly thought out themes
He'll take my blueprints and use them to draft his drawn out schemes
But with this clown, the sh*t sounds like a Slinky
Cause even his best rounds get stretched out 'til it take the whole story a step down
Hang on, hang on, hang on, y'all see the stair bars I'm railin' on him wit'?
I'm on a rise, your flight landed, there's different levels to this sh*t
You studied under my understudy, I'm your sensei's sensei
Shady, Hova, Jackson, Jordan, that's Em/Jay, MJ and MJ
God tier (tear) like when Christ wept, you're seein' Jesus's pain
I'm God tier (tear) like what you tell your daughter the reason it rains
I'm God tier (tear) like me, sacrificing my only son
You can't redo what the Yoda done
It's Padawan versus Obi Wan
The student versus the teacher
The hopeful heir versus the ruler
Chilla you truly are Martin Luther
King Pen..Junior

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