[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing]
Let’s start this off wit’ a known fact:
They got you winnin’ if I don’t rap
And the irony is...I don’t rap
But for 25 whole racks? Yeah, I’mma retire some numbers
Since they threw me a Jersey n***a to throw back
Gear shift
Real seek? Real sick? Bitch, I don’t give a real shit
For your division sees, I’mma put you wit’ ‘em - they’ll have to reel Sikh
I give a fuck what your name is, clown!
Impress me or take this round!
Since Jey (J) PG, I fucked my image up, but that won’t save him now
It’s 2020 - bet I’ll fix that vision when I lay Sikh (LASIK) down!
This where I’ll leave him at…
‘Cause try me? He not thinkin’ that!
He gotta keep it rap
The punch’ll do his head so bad, he gotta keep it wrapped!
Your King is back!
Be careful, bitch
I’ll make Arabs flip
The punch I be (Punjabi) throwin’ hard enough to tear a wrist (terrorist)!
I don’t hear you, Sikh - your coffin comin’, by a fuckin’ cement truck
Show up to your funeral, I’m at your brother, like “Why you ballin’ that fist up?”
Get hemmed up, like “Who found this lame?”
On some new drugs, you sound insane
Oh, y’all got Real Sikh (sick) takin’ it? Bitch, file a claim!
Don’t cry to me
True King - you coulda died for free!
Well, for 250 C-notes, I’mma show you that higher key
You can’t lie to me
You ain’t killed shit
“Real Sikh” - yeah, you fit the name
Quarantine or not, you wasn’t outside anyway!
What you finna say?
Fed’ n***a, I’m from the Way, you just IN the way!
Smack knew this shit jeopardized, if he didn’t throw in a J
That’s a fact, Sikh
You really think they pulled your name out a hat, bitch?
You don’t see why they brought the Mad King for the Ultimate Madness?
You don’t see how they put the best n***as in the opposite brackets?
You really think they’d give me a no-name Jersey n***a if this wasn’t just practice!?
Bastard...they set this up ‘cause they knew what would happen!
They already got me in the end (Indian) - wrap your head around that shit!
I’m back, bitch!
Mad King!
[Round 1: Real Sikh]
Yo!
Y’all ain’t learn nothin’ ‘bout this flu, and how it could have you?
Y’all gave me Nitewing - now I gotta cook bats, too!
This finally happenin’, that’s some good-ass news
Everything got postponed, and your wig gettin’ pushed back, too!
REAL SIKH!
Watch your mouth! Calm shit down!
Turn you into a punchline for all that shoutin’
I could make your death so talked about that battle rappers will make double entendres out it
Get this shit jumpin’
Better be ready for rumblin’
I settle vendettas with lead and get the metal to dumpin’
If I go 0 to 100, I empty the gun
And the drum go 100 to 0 like Benjamin Button!
Sendin’ him punches to give his head a concussion
Find your lil’ crib and take everything from it
In your residence huntin’
Break your window, then I’ll...tiptoe around it like a sensitive subject
TEC to your stomach! One shot got him layin’
As a hospital patient, the docs operatin’
They all tryna save him!
Talkin’ ‘bout how to put his ribs back together: that’s a side conversation
He always pacin’- I’m cookin’ him!
He always pacin’, all relaxed and slow
He tryna get a shock factor wit’ a faster flow
He on that Walter White Breaking Bad approach
He heard he got Sikh (sick) and started (w)rappin’ dope!
Goin’ overboard, then I’m foldin’ you wit’ a punch
Bro get comatose, then I’m throwin’ him in the trunk
Toe-to-toe, you’d get a chokehold and submission clutch
‘Til you tap - (*smack-smack*) - I know how you give it up!
Nitewing more bark than bite
My strongest strike caught Nite, he done lost his sight
Blood in his pupil like a early-morning flight
He’ll have a red eye if I take off at Nite (night)
Always hyped, ‘cause I been in brawls and fights
You the awkward type, dad and your moms was nice
I’ll break your left leg, rip off your right
So you can see that we from two different walks of life!
If all you write is Indian bars, you gon’ have me wild upset
I’ll put my turban around your throat ‘til you gaspin’ outta breath
“Don’t be racist” - that’s the boundaries set
If he don’t wrap his head around it, I’ll choke him wit’ the wrap around my head!
Yeah! I’m ridin’ wit’ a blade that’ll leave marks
Rise it to a vein, then I’ll weave ‘cross
Slide it through your face, leave a deep scar
Then drive it in your brain like your dream car
Sikh!
[Round 2: Jey The Nitewing]
...You feel that? That’s that aura that you heard about
Small room or the main stage, you get the same Jey
They know a killer when they see one...that’s why I say what you can’t say
You know that vibe you get from people on a plane? I get that on a plain day
This for the naysayers
Since I don’t punch back-to-back, they don’t got me beatin’ you
After one punch, that was that
They don’t realize I never needed two
So they think I’m lackin’
Take a look back and see I ain’t just rappin’
In ten seconds, you say two bars - same old fashion
In ten seconds, I say one line and get the same reaction!
And just like that, you snuffed
They said I don’t rap fast enough
One of your fans said it
Let’s see if a fan says it in a stranglehold while I turn up the fan settings
A damn menace, only got two damn minutes to earn this pandemic!
Still, I’m fryin’ this n***a so fuckin’ long, the pan dented!
Who’s sayin’ different?
They already knew I would kill this dummy!
But they was actin’ like Smack went and got John Wick for me
A sick joke - if I’m at his crib, the shit will get funny
Least it’s my sense of humor: even got Real Sikh (sick) puppy
Here’s a fun fact…
Dominatin’ your whole class, you ain’t done that
Stock dippin’, I’m not trippin’
I told Smack we could run that
One match, and it’s gon’ put me right back to where Swamp at
You? Shoulda stayed at home, Sikh (sick)!
Now he gon’ die in a comeback!
Fuck that!
They like, “Nah, Jey, it won’t be that!
You already failed this class!”
Well, now you gon’ have to hold me back!
N***a, you see now!?
How talkin’ shit just gets you beat down even worse for it!?
From the faceoffs to the interviews, you thought you wouldn’t get hurt for it!?
Now the crowd’s confused ‘cause now it’s you eatin’ your words for it
...But if those were his last words, I guess I took his word for it?!
See, THIS 25!? I already know that I’m worth more
But by the time Sikh (sick) leave, it won’t even feel like I worked for it!
I’m warrin’ now
They shut my job down, so I lost my usual coup
A mechanic that’s outta work: yeah, that’s how screws get loose
So if unemployment backed up, then, n***a, you should too
Mad King
[Round 2: Real Sikh]
2020 is crazy...bunch of celebrities gone
A pandemic just started, people left from they jobs
But the top of the list of the shit that wasn’t expected at all?
This motherfucker Jey The Nitewing remembered his bars!
You always chokin’!
You forget what lines to say
We been quarantined, what, three months? Now he memorizing great?
How can you call him a rapper if that’s the time it takes?
And we only see this kind of Jey if the world shuts down for 90 days!?
You ain’t no mothafuckin’ rapper! Look at this through the lens!
Take any fan - for three months, give ‘em a pen
They might be simple at best, but won’t slip and forget
So why you on the stage if you ain’t no different than them!?
You ain’t no motha-fuckin’ RAPPER!
You ain’t trained enough
Can’t do the basic stuff without 90 days - you suck!
You annoying as pregnant women
You lazy, plus it takes you three months to show up like a baby bump
If they send me away, ain’t no three months
You gotta start preppin’ today
And in two weeks, we gon’ be back to regular Jey
You a bad investment to make
Who are you movin’ through!?
He ain’t ready for this, y’all shoulda put him through The Crucible
He be focused ‘til you move your fuckin’ arm
His attention slips, he gon’ lose a couple bars
If you distract Jey, it’ll get super ugly for him
Wait - diss track, Jay, “Super Ugly” for him?
Lonzo Ball: this Jey (J) got super ugly form!
You fixed? Of course!
I ain’t mad at your job
But how you worked at a garage, but don’t have any drive?
All you have is bad games in the league
Smack pulls Drake in the scene, now he wanna play for the team?
Listen, rookie, never look in the camera and panic
Have an extra verse planned if you scramblin’
You worked at a garage, but when it come to havin’ a spare one
If you fall flat, you don’t understand the mechanics!?
I don’t GET IT!
You doin’ too much thinkin’ while you rhyme
You’ll get stuck behind them bars like you sittin’, doin’ time
Gotta do the “El Chapo”: have tunnel vision, you’ll be fine
But tell me how Jey’ll (jail) break out if he’s a prisoner of the mind!
You make me so MAD, I almost shot this down
But my dumb ass left the clip inside my house
Then I said, “Wow…”
I’ve been watchin’ his battles so much, I turned into Jey - and forgot my rounds!
Jersey!

[Round 3: Jey The Nitewing]
First Sikh Indian battler
You know why no one actually cares?
Close your eyes while he’s rappin’...tell me if that’s what you hear
Indian battler where?
“Come on, Jey. You got on Don for the opposite of that.”
To be fair, I hear you
Look, I ain’t askin’ you to be Aladdin up here
But you keep rappin’, wit’ that voice rasp and that weak accent
I get the vibe that you style-bitin’
Your lil’ Jedi mind tricks, Wu Tang-influenced style of writing
I bet you figured n***as would only let you in the cipher if you sound like ‘em
See, I don’t like him…
Y’all don’t understand where I’m comin’ from
First Sikh Indian battler, and he sounds like every other one
Not even a slight difference
“Come on, Jey. The n***a writes different.”
No, he doesn’t…
Gun bars, macho performance
Don’t act like I’m trippin’ ‘cause I’ve listened
You know why I’m different? Because my life different
You’ve been actin’ like your life isn’t
But who I am kiddin’?
Half these n***as rappin’ really just dry-snitchin’
Which is also inaccurate, ‘cause half these n***as ain’t even seen enough action to even act as an eyewitness
But like I said, keep rappin’
‘Cause if you ask me, you got played, n***a
I’m sure you real sick and tired of the Sikh flips - I feel the same, n***a
‘Cause I’m gettin’ real sick and tired of fuckin’ battlin’ the same n***a
I swear these battle n***as...think all it take is to battle n***as
Either side of the bracket, I only know half these n***as
And they stick me wit’ the fuckin’ fortune teller…
If I wanted my hand read, I’d just slap these n***as!
I TOLD Y’ALL to surrender
It’s y’all the contenders!
This all is a...fuckin’ facade - I was always the winner!
My wanton disregarded, unfortunate
Now you caught in the center of my finish move - living proof that God has a temper
A Mad King...and you can bark all you want to, my n***a
My lost bars more memorable than the bars you remember
You wanna die, though, I get it
Dreams of the prize fightin’ died tryin’ - not surprised for a minute
Let alone two, so it holds true: only my time got a limit
And they gon’ remember me for killin’ you, but they’ll have to remind me I did it
Mad King

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
Yo, yo…
He pulled the race card ‘cause Jey can’t write raps on the stage that I’m at
If I swang a right jab, he woulda said, “Chill! I ain’t know you’d get angry like that”
He wanna bring up race, until I take it all the way left
‘Cause after I cross the line, he gon’ wave the white flag!
You call yourself the “Mad King”...grow up
You’re 32 years old, and you named after a superhero?
You’se a weirdo!
You tryin’ to be Nitewing and the Mad King
You shoulda been learned from Cassidy
We don’t need another rapper wit’ a Split Personality
He’s stuck in a character, he tryin’ it for them
He’s really crazy, he might need some meds
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Hov’, and how he never wrote a rhyme wit’ a pen
When I say I don’t think Jey right (Jay write) in the head!
See, “Nitewing” kept losin’, so he switched into this
King persona, but it ain’t authentic a bit
‘Cause when they said the business is big, so we gotta show our personality, he had to choose which one to pick!
Well, Nitewing is ass, so be the King
He could get views
‘Fore your fans click in your battle like a chess move
‘Cause when you the Nite (knight), you horse around and take Ls
You gotta move as the King just for them to check you!
You ain’t special! It ain’t ‘bout no riches
You a bum, a punch’ll have you malnutritioned
The teeth in your mouth get chipped in
So your next crown that’s missin’ need a root canal to fix it
You tryna wipe all your mistakes wit’ a alternate name and make your audience stay
I see the cards you were gave and call it like Spades
You only a King ‘cause you two-faced and lost to an Ace!
Ain’t it obvious, Jey!? You don’t fit the portrait
You can’t ever claim the throne in this war shit if you slip up or quit
You lookin’ at it backwards: you ain’t fit for a King - you the King of Forfeits!
This my second URL battle! I spazzed on it
He had mad opportunities, fucked ‘em up, and now y’all back on him
And he brag off it!
Y’all shoulda banished him for that smack-talkin’!
Why we ain’t see son get shunned, like Smack talkin’, huh!?
I’m ready, I signed on the line
I could kill for that money that they got as the prize
I’m only 25, I got time
I could risk a 25-to-life if I get 25 when they DIE!
Jersey!