King of the Dot
Vega vs. Nunn Nunn
[Round 1: Vega]
World Domination, I'm bringin' something for which he could never plan
And if how he talkin' get outta line, he better brace himself quicker than a dentist can
Y'all come to see a fight to the death?
Well, whoever near him better scram
'Cause if I put somethin' in flight for this city, it's gon' be piercing where it lands
And yeah...
I keep puttin' up numbers next to these names like sports facts
Yeah, I talk different, but still got the shit in the bag like Borat
So shut your mouth, or anothеr word'll be why you get your jaw cracked and lay on the floor flat
'Cause I don't let a thing slide
KingFly: you'll get the fuckin' boot if you talk back! (TalkBack)
No network or net worth
It's clear why none of these rappers make it
Strugglin' for airtime, and the Tube's the only thing keepin' 'em alive like asthma patients
This your first shot since Born, but they can't stop an early death
And that's the basis
For when they find the link, and see how one jab left the kid retarded like vaccinations!
Right!? Right? Right?
You need to be more (B-more) seasoned on some Old Bay shit
You know how I spent my whole Day 6?
Puffin' on some wax that was all Yellow like a Coldplay hit
This your team?
Look like they keep ya ‘round to roll they spliffs and hold they zips
And when I start kickin’, you gonna see that whole side switch colours like the old K-Swiss
I pack a lot of substance in these rounds
See, the pen is like a pill press
It’s been fixated on a box, knowin’ the prize is in reach and this is just another skill test
And now I’m puttin’ salt in the wound while it’s still fresh
Are you getting killed? Yes
Y’all watchin’ Bodied in Toronto
I got ‘em feeling like I took ‘em right back to the Film Fest!
They say, “Healthy body, healthy mind”, and you wonderin’ why your talent slidin’?
I hate to break it to you, dawg, but crystal meth and Steel Reserve is not a balanced diet
Man, fuck jokes
I’d rather throw him into traffic in a act of callous violence
And put son all over the side of a bus: I’ll DJ Khaled-style him
In turn (intern), he gon’ get this work on stage
It’s time to show business
Rogers Centre: step to the plate and see whether (weather) or not you get your dome shifted
What? You didn’t think I could throw, dipshit?
Y’all know a game of fetch - well, this is no different
They put up money that I wouldn’t stick with dawg (dog), and...now I gotta wait right here while he go gets it!
That’s it
[Round 1: Nunn Nunn]
King of the Dot, I ain’t gotta tell y’all to keep up
Should already know to stick wit’ me
He think Americans can’t kill in Australian cities
I’m Michael Phelps: I’ll get the metal (medal) and pull (in pool) in Sydney…
And repaint this Australian face like the Aborigines!
But he thinkin’, “It’s World Domination, I must have made it”
Not even
This that Martin Luther treatment, your last time dreamin’
Get your top exposed like cleavage
Leavin’ you brain-dead like you Bobby Heenan!
Nah, nah…
Nah, I’ll put the gun down, don’t need it for him
Rather use my hands
Now that’s big of me (bigamy) like a Mormon
Sike - I’ll Louisville Slugger your jawbone
This Aussie (Ozzy) bitin’ a bat like Osbourne!
By popular demand, they got me to kill again
Right back wit’ a bitch in the trunk like Stan
You know what’s up
Don’t play wit’ my demands
I’m off my rocker (maraca), I’ll get it shakin’ wit’ these hands
For that sucker shit you poppin’
I never been high before: I got zero tolerance
Get your boy caught (boycott) in the field like a fan of Kaepernick
As for your bitch, I’ll put dick in that whore esophagus
And have her polish off the bone like a paleontologist!
Nah...LET’S FUCKIN’ GO, TORONTO!
I said, fuck your newborn and your bitch pregnancy
She birthed your seed? They should charge her pussy for littering
If she’s in labor, I’ll walk in...punch her in the stomach like Remy…
Ma on a diss track, how I fuck up the delivery!
Nah...nah…
Nah, I like your bitch - that’s Nunn’s freak
I told her she can’t fuck for free
So now she gotta Pimp on the side like Bun B
If what he want’s beef, this Australian facin’ a Big cannon (Kannon) like Dunn D
Fuck wit’ me, y’all
[Round 2: Vega]
You kinda look like Ritz
I can see it all in this cracker’s face
And your family’s so redneck, they probably amass their wages to help pay off Willie Nelson’s tax evasion
Now Heavy Bagz actin’ like “I should be careful - this cat’s amazing”
Like, truly the best he ever saw at...square-dancing and tractor-racing
See, Nunn be huntin’ a little too close to home
You’ll never see a thought leave him
When they said, “Keep it in the family”, they meant business, not breedin’
But I guess we all got demons
So it’s fuck Hunger Gamez, I never stop eatin’
You’re the top teamin’?
Boy, I done picked apart more squads than a NBA offseason
So you made a lot of prayers and you next got me
And started feelin’ as if you puttin’ in this work for nearly nothin’ like a sweatshop team
But I’m blowin’ up, and within the radius where you best not be
Or you gettin’ spread from wall to wall like a fresh hot meme
If him and I fall out, he gon’ really feel the sting of my trap
He the Walking Dead
I get to poppin’ on his clique quicker than a finger might snap
When I let it loose, he’ll (Lucille) understand
Y’all know how I swing a spiked bat?
It’s a hot bar: I let it off just to bring it right back
Now they not sharin’ the same faith that your mission had
I mean, Jesus Christ, this gon’ be a no-returns policy like it’s missin’ tags
I’m offensive when offensive
He better play D, or (Dior) this gon’ be just another Christian bag
I’m up here doin’ Nun(n) so filthy it’d make Bishop mad
Time to get on stage and make you look like an even bigger joke than SMACK do
Hear that large reception? Bars connectin’
Here’s how you plan an attack move
So act rude, I’ll detour and wipe out the city of your rap crew
IPhone X: I’ll leave him without a home to go back through!
You’re Expendable - the act’s getting old and bookin’ stars won’t assist
And now I gotta leave an impression
Match in (Matchin’) his mouth like the Cobra flick
But since customs didn’t notice it, let’s cut to the chase - I got a bone to pick
Big Rambo knife - he gon’ find out firsthand how I still own (Stallone) the shit
So if ya feel he (Philly) punch-heavy, watch how I make him run the steps
This shit can get Rocky
Punchin’ through a cold body...got it lookin’ like I come to prep
You under threat
They booked this as a hunger test
And can’t you see? I’m shining on screen
I guess we gotta take a minute and let son (Sun) reflect!
Real Fuckin’ Talk
[Round 2: Nunn Nunn]
Aye, lil’ bitch, what’s hat’nin’?
I’mma teach you how to win...but you gon’ die learnin’ like the Virginia Tech campus
I heard your bitch got a cocaine habit
I’ll get her geeked up, For the Pussy: it’s not a challenge
I’mma kill him - pay attention wit’ ya own eyes
Witness this disaster (Dizaster) of a body like Gjonaj’s witnessed!
I hit a lick, steal your shit, let you know I did it
Boy, I’m gettin’ dirty chicken like E. coli in it!
You a goon? Stop
You cool wit’ cops
I’ll put your dawg (dog) in a box like T-Rex eatin’ twat
I’m only here to ensure coffins drop
And set up Vega’s (Vegas) murder like Suge Knight wit’ 2Pac!
They say I’m from the boondocks, but it’s home invasions ‘round the way
This ain’t Oakland - I send them Raiders to Vega’s (Vegas), they ain’t come to play
They’ll go to your show, wait ‘til you hit the stage
And shoot up Vega’s (Vegas) concert like Mandalay Bay!
Fuck wit’ me…
Bitch, we don’t take you for real! You animated!
I got class and I can battle
I’m the Real Deal, you fabricated
And you robbin’ who? That’s an exaggeration
If your strap got paper, it’s from the police station
Play wit’ me
First game he playin’, I’mma break his shit and have him lookin’ like Gordon Hayward!
Don’t say a word
What I keep concealed will give me life, if provoked
Kentucky Derby bets: I’d take a bid for this Colt
It’s Hunger Gamez, all these guys’ll (geyser) spray like Yellowstone
And give your T 9 TECs (texts) like the old flip phones!
That’s what we been on
He shoulda been known that
I’ll lift straps where his lymph nodes at
And push his face in ‘til it’s Down Syndrome flat!
That’s a fact!
That’s a fact…
Bitch, I don’t use the metric system
So we on two different measures
Two clips, they keep goin’: et cetera, et cetera
The heat’ll leave you stuck in your seat like your interior’s leather
I’m a Newport smoker: the Sigs (cigs) give me pleasure
This Australian gettin’ peeled (pilled) to death like Heath Ledger!
Y’all fuck wit’ me!
Round 2, man

[Round 3: Vega]
See, Nunn created this street persona, and he really tryna market it
You a diet Glueazy
Probably grew up lookin’ like that lil’ ginger-headed bitch from the Partridges
Stinkin’ like hot dog water, wit’ that red beard and a shirt that hardly fits
Ladies and gentlemen, the “I’m a white rapper from Carolina” starter kit!
‘Member when you were tryin’ to tell us you had that “fire” Hopsin bar, like we couldn’t decide?
Well, it’s easy to get a launch when every concept you took off or bit (orbit)
So now you gettin’ put in the sky
I mean, my, I’m really cookin’ this guy
And all that mean-muggin’ is somethin’ that you shouldn’t have tried
But since you like Hopsin, lemme show you how quick the contact’ll really change the look in your eye!
Yeah, dawg (dog) can bark, but I gotta put him down for poor pedigree
And the only shot your people sendin’ is when they pour Hennessy in your memory
In your last PG and GZ, you shoulda picked your opponents more cleverly
‘Cause both times, you were just a punching bag to add to Born Legacy
He got SMACKed wit’ a detour, and in turn, your name became a target for them to throw dirt
In front of flashin’ lights...they used you to build up Ave, but you’re still confused on how the road works!
Then it was Street Fighter: Bonus rounds punchin’ in his grill just to see which side broke first
And with Woo-sah...I seen that linkin’ (Lincoln) next to Prez pen, he (penny) proved his round holds no worth
They’ll have to run that one
See, you ain’t the Real Deal
Couldn’t stick like Glu’, and more monumental than Sno? Never
Couldn’t show whether, he’d be like Mike: walk in his shoes and be a go-getter
Yeah, you been (bean) grinding, but by chasin’ star bucks (Starbucks) wit’ them slow setups
It was Tim Horton’s: you lost your market share ‘cause they liked the Joe better
Yeah, I’m from the home of Foster’s, but you from the home of lonely cousins
Homie buggin’ if he think I’mma let money walk like he owe me nothin’
It’s time to talk that real, and I got some shit on my chest: it’s like Robitussin
Did I mention you gettin’ tagged?
Get the picture? I’m tryna show him somethin’
Now you brought all them Australia bars
But the fact me and Dunn is here shows we clearly advancin’
So let’s see how Australia fare (Fair) when I pull up to your funeral and piss on your grave singin’ my national anthem
For that disrespect, I’ll leave him purple all around his face wit’ this ass-whoopin’ I’mma hand him
And pull back wit’ the skull still attached to my fist like the Phantom
‘Cause to some fans, we don’t belong here, even if we perform well and what we spat is nice
We get looked as just fitting the theme of the event
As if we supposed to accept that’s just the facts of life
But for me, this was overtime to catch a flight
Hard work and sacrifice
Cunt, I had to fly my own way from the other side of the fuckin’ world just to rap tonight!
Facts! Facts, facts
(*to Organik*) I appreciate you
I got more, I got more
See, I studied the legends in this room, in order to develop a set of clever skills
Had to learn to market myself, and identify all the ways in which to better build
I had to get my name up here from over there, and for years now, it was never still
So you say I don’t deserve this, but I earnt it more than you ever will!
Real Fuckin’ Talk

[Round 3: Nunn Nunn]
So you earned it more than I ever will?
Oh, wow, that’s really G, bro
They shoulda left you stuck on that island wit’ no help like Puerto Rico
Don’t fuck wit’ me!
Bitch...really I feel like the Dinininon, ‘cause you do not excite me
I just came to fuck a check up like some knock-off Nikes
The fuck, he wanna fight me!?
Then faggot, take it beyond rap
And I’mma blank (blink) harder than the first time you put in a contact
That’s a fact!
I dare this punk try knuckle up
You know what’s up
Mossberg pump, these slugs dump
And your team on the ground like the NFL sayin’, “Fuck Trump!”
So don’t believe Nunn, like your body or soul can’t leave from
I’ll get every battler Bodied wit’ a clip: I’m Joseph Kahn!
This gon’ be murder - let’s begin
You’ll hear a ‘K (¿Qué?) outta nowhere like confused Mexicans
If he trap and touch ends, we bust in
Like Oxxxymiron wit’ a Kalashnikov, how the mills rush in (Russian)!
Quit frontin’
I’ll ruffle the feathers of fuckin’ cowards
Look at him stand there while he dread dyin’ (dyein’) like mumble rappers
Don’t say violent shit
You should say somethin’ factual
Rap, “I’m a bitch”
Like Oxxxy vers’ Diz, it’d be the first time I understand you
Bitch, if I bring that Kalashnikov in, the result of collision a coffin
I’ll pop and peel (pill) and put the kid to sleep like melatonin!
You gon’ take me to school!? Nonsense
Fuck ya academics (Akademiks): I’m Vic Mensa on Complex!
Side note: they paid you 30 dollars, you call that progress
I get triple Gs in the ring like Gennady Golovkin
On God, bitch!
This the sound of the gutter, where we pitch butter
Cuttin’ slabs into 20s only time we cookie-cutter
I got a homie right now servin’ time for murder
He’d put the wrong cut in the bag and end up killin’ his customers
So you could try to persuade I’m fictional, or my style’s predictable
But when his soul in another dimension, he’ll realize these gun bars ain’t so one-dimensional, bitch
Man, y’all make some fuckin’ noise, man
What’s up, man?