[Round 1: Holmzie Da God]
Why do you think after you had the fight of your life when you was battlin' T-Top
On the same day, n***as watched me half-ass and say, "Yup, this who should be battlin' B. Dot."
Now the concept may sound foreign to you, but if you pay attention, you'll grasp it after
I'll tell you exactly why
You very good at technical rappin', but that's all you do
You not that good of a "battle rapper"
So pay attention and listen closely 'cause I wouldn't wanna lose you now
I'mma teach you how to actually battle rap and give you every lesson you missed when you decided to skip the Proving Grounds
So...you didn't wanna follow protocol for a company you wanted to be a part of?
Shit sound kinda foolish to me
You managed to get on that Traffic stage and whinе (wine) over bread, but Blood a (of) God?
Shit sound likе Communion to me
But this is somethin' that you didn't see
We ain't initially have eyes on you 'cause you was this lyrical god of a rapper
Fuck no!
They paid attention 'cause they thought Lux had a kid
You was the first son they (Sunday) seen and just so happened to body a cracker!
First Sunday? Body a cracker? Blood of-?
See, this rappin' shit is easy, Dot
But you rhyme in the form of a run-on sentence
I'll calm a (comma) n***a down just to show y'all we never really needed Dot!
You used to use gun bars, too, but nobody gave a fuck when you did
See, you studied Loaded lookin' for a style to adopt, and hoped that they would give up bucks for the kid
Right now, I'm breakin' my opponent down wit' a personal range of attacks
In the Culture, we call this anglin'...
Well, you ain't too much of a stranger to that
Aye, B., see (A-B-C), I'm finna give you the whole battle rap spiel from A to Z, as a matter of fact
Now I know you not used to it, but we usually rap in front of crowds...
And when you do shit like this-
(*Holmzie takes off his coat*)
-you can get reaction for that
Right now, he in his head like, "That's theatrics. I ain't doin' it.
All that other stuff is lame shit."
And I'll beat you the same way I beat Danny and EK
You n***as rap good, but every battle sound like the same shit
"B. Dot can really rap, though."
And? That ain't somethin' to boast about, my friend
Especially when we all rappers
Bitch, you supposed to have a pen
Thinkin' all you need to do to beat me is write?
You as dumb as it gets
You can't play the rapper game wit' me, n***a
I know how to use a multi, player (multiplayer)
And you ain't the only one wit' the sticks!
In all actuality, your pen game ain't even that distinctive, partner
Your flaws hidden like camouflage
They paint you as samurai, and...all I see is chinks in armor
I'm the one shiftin' the cosmos in battle rap right now!
Smoked Danny and EK
How could the true God be you?
'Cause Holmz' known to rep 'til he in (reptilian) the position to put the West God down...and an ahki (Annunaki) too!
Y'all should not be fooled
If I ain't prove I'm the Alpha in this shit, then I'm provin' it now
Aw, shit, hold up
Every now and then, switch your flow up, just in case you losin' the crowd
So we fadin' if you ask for my location: I will drop Dot
Glock cocked, right at your door, kicked and I knock-knock
Make a statement without punctuation: I will (k)not Dot
Drop shots, and it will not stop, Dot...Dot...Dot
You see that? How these n***as all wild and amazed?
Sporadic flows give you the opportunity to make sure the crowd still engaged
But not B. Dot he's not 'bout to compromise his pen, his morals, his style or his ways
All he gotta do is plant his feet in the ground, pray to the ancestors and he get his power from slaves
Now that right there, it was a joke, as you can see
Use one every once in a while even if it's weak at least
Cause fans see you got personality when you can offer them comedic relief
Sometimes less is more
Every line don't gotta be some shit we gotta decipher
Ayo is it me or does every n***a that rap like B. Dot always wear one of these to the cipher?
Now this right here is called "a prop"
We only see these once in a while so n***as don't get complacent
And fans think it's dope when you offer a visual representation
This is free game I'm givin' you right now
It's some shit that cannot be bought
My biggest asset? Intangibles
And there's no lessons on it cause that's some shit that cannot be taught
I've been performin' at a high level this whole year and I'm not gonna stop
I gotta stay at a high level and I can't go lower case I gotta meet Dot at the top
"lower case" "i" "dot", that was a name flip and I'm good at 'em
That's why these n***as can't get wit' me
It allows you to use a metaphor for your opponent's alias while showing creativity
But if you keep being a one trick pony, these fans won't keep falling for it
N***a you got one train of thought, stay on the same platform and that's exactly why we all aboard
You think you gon' beat me with just rappin'? Is you stupid motherfucka?
Matter of fact, headshot, BAOW!
I ain't got no lessons on this cause nobody know what it do
But this shit just be soundin' cooler than a motherfucka
I'll run in your family house and get 'em whacked when I toast the burner
Shoot your mom, pop ya aunt then wrap this whole shit up when I got ya Uncle Murda
We in Cali, right?
So for my Blood n***as, what's poppin'?
The chrome when I use it
My Crip n***as? What's crackin'?
Bones when I shoot him
It's gon' be contusions especially when I spray him with the shottie
It's a vest on my chest
But once these pellets connect the Dots, the coroner won't have to trace a n***a body
And it's over, and it's over, fast as fuck, quick as lickedy split
Saw him in half with this chopper, soon as I lick it he split
This n***a's a bitch
I'm out of pocket with this .9 like I'm Drew Brees
And I got the-
Oh yeah, these is gun bars, when you ain't got nothin' else to say just use these
You should be thankin' me right now
Cause this a lesson all these other n***as didn't teach you
Did I cover everything?
Angles, jokes, oh yeah I used a gimmick just to beat you
And it's rounds like this, that's crazy [?]
So rap like a robot for your next three cause you got two of these joints left
[Round 1: B. Dot]
Congrats on winnin' the tournament my n***a
{claps}
We gots to respect it
You gave that [?] ya effort, while being bi-polar
That must've took focus, we not gon' neglect it
It's just that, you like an interlude dude
I mean we all know you a skit, so (skitzo) this not really for the record
We applaud the progression
Just don't get carried away tryin' to walk with God, that was not in the message
If you only see two footprints in the sand, man
That just means I'm not the n***a to step with
I'm cockin' the weapon
If it's not the TEC, it's a little deuce five pistola loaded wit' lead
I'll tear a (tarot) card apart, I'm a hard n***a to read with that in the palm of my hands
Look I understand
The makings of a hero is when he know he holdin' the bread
Don't get too cocky
BAOW
It'll be the last time you let .25 go to the head
You know what they said
You'll get to God if you win the tournament
Boy you earned this shit
It's yo' world, flat out, leave Earth and hit the firmament
Watch ya dome, or I'm crackin' it, don't think they didn't ask, they did, I said no to the tournament
Using My Expert Opinion on the Math, see dig
You get the 25K but then it's tax, damn near half, you split
If I get six per battle, that adds 30K guaranteed, I subtract the risk
This is business and I need every cent (scent)
I can loan (cologne) it to you but what's the interest?
Aye P, are (APR) you gon' tell this n***a my rate gonna be higher unless he make this go the distance?
I'm different
You needed the tournament, we didn't
My ascension? Was through the roof, I peaked interest
We listen, to the dissin' of Luis Lebron on his religion
EK on racial decisions
Danny Myers 'bout one dimension
You wasn't winnin'
Not by battle rap standards or opinions
You was just yellin' loud, passionate 'bout what you had written
When it came to the decisions, my n***as, of course he gets it
He figured since it was judged he'd have it on lock if he forced conviction
And for the record, that was hittin'
The vocal was just too Loud, Boy, bring it down when you mixin'
I mean the whole scheme about the music scene in case you missed it
Look, you'll sign the contract
I dig it, I put it together, it's for the digit
But with the pen it's no way you can label me, I'm independent
Grippin'
Silencer on it, looks like I screwed a flute to the endin'
And it won't take long for you to get the point, even though the instrument look long winded
I'm offended
Look where I'm at, how are we mentioned?
I'm the guy they tried to marginalize 'til I push them words to the side like a [?]
From the beginnin', Charles watched it evolve, saw a bunch of bird n***as, different beak same finches
I got caught up, I had to unlock
And show these insecure bitches what the pen is
What's the difference?
Yeah I was a running back, we don't wanna hear none of that
They gave me another hustler
Well what kinda yay (Kanye) coke or you smuggle crack?
I just took the bear out the game and sat him on the bleachers, you ain't the first to try to cover that
Put your mouth where this gun is at
Baow, the Boy too Loud, the K's dumpin'
Keep quiet or get another one by the mouth, don't say nothin'
You came bluffin'
Repeatin' what's already been said in raps, I'm deadin' that
I'm from Pacoima, land of the Piru's, all red in fact
My parents? Pushed me to go to college to get away from where the lead'll clap
So think Twork vs. Verb, I had to come up out the hood to show n***as where my head is at
Do better than that
I can see that comin' from a mile away, I long range you
Even if it's a lil' hot, it's still not the right degree, wrong angle
I'm gon' bang you
Cock the chrome, aim at the same place where I knock ya dome
Where I'ma shoot you? Psst
I'm from the roof, I'm always at the top of Holmez (homes)
This a lot like N.O.M.E
Different Day just another Roc(k) or stone tryin' to box with gloves
You can't plan it (planet), damn it, you runnin' outta (outer) space
Aye, this ain't Star Wars just cause you Chewbacca's clone
Have a seat, just not the throne
When the Sig' lift, I'm knockin' off pigment, I'll light you up, watch ya tone
Glock .9, handgun but when it hit, it sound like Big for n***as that like shine (Shyne)
Oh you bi-polar? Alright, fine
I'll shoot the left side of ya head off, now you finally in ya right mind
You don't write rhymes like mine
What's a home made pipe bomb to the python?
I mean you might blow up but I'ma definitely (w)rap circles around you until ya life gone
You'll see, fight on
You said I couldn't pick up where I left off?
I agree, right on
Infrared sight on
Let something from the side kick like a mind reader
Get ya dome read (red)
It's Halloween, haunted houses, you should already know the homes (Holmz) dead
I'm on edge
This next line gonna be a triple entente you think back
The bi-polar n***a gettin' big headed
So therapy? He gon' need that
In this one session I'ma bring him down to size and pack him up, that's all shrink (w)rap
You better relax
"Oh, oh, oh, I only pop pills cause I'm bi-polar and I have to."
Bitch n***a we ain't ask you
It ain't just the fact that you pop whatever the doc hands you
It's that you happy to do that garbage
It's even more trash when a n***a Glad to
That's why I'm at you
N***a
[Round 2: Holmzie Da God]
I made uhhh, buncha noise in that tournament
I hit the ground runnin' like a ragin' bull
And you right, the money did go to my head
I felt like Money Makin' Mitch
And it wasn't no taxes taken out of that n***a it was Paid In Full
I shoot this n***a dead in his chest with a chopper 'til it's a lotta blood and he layin' in a puddle
I'm almost sure I forgot to give it to you in the last lesson, so that right there I gave you rebuttals
Let me tell you somethin' though
Before I get into all the other ignorant shit about how I be sprayin' and spittin' TECs
You be usin' a lot of big words in ya battles
And since I don't be understandin' 'em, I'ma take 'em as disrespect
So watch ya mou- nah, but you sell bullshit better than anybody
And y'all really think this fool is the man I got the n***a figured out
All he do is bounce with his flow
Use words most n***as don't
And look like he fixin' a Rubik's Cube with his hands
Cause this "the war killer gangsta Blood
I be with Muslims, atheists and all kinds of Crips
If you n***as kept a watch on ya money, you'd realize how much wasted time you spent"
N***a shut the fuck up
I'll put a baseball bat to the back of ya head when I bomb ya shit
Leave him on the floor leakin', now he truly outta touch with himself
Cause he losin' his Blood and his consciousness
Before you start that woke shit take it elsewhere
Cause I don't even want to hear an ounce you speakin'
I mean I'm for it but I'm from it
Co-founder of a non-profit, teach the troubled youth and I attend my city counsel meetings
But this pan-African shit only present for the cameras, you be out here deceiving these folks
I run off my bodies own natural energy
Unlike you, bitch I don't need Caffeine to be woke
I take care of my family, never ratted, turned my life around and helped my grandmother with her bills
You gotta figure out who you fuckin' wit' bro
There ain't no dirt to be brought up on me
And you can't play circus games with a n***a who got all his ducks in a row
From here on out, you battle rap n***as better be proceeding with all caution
And y'all think Dot liver? I'm a shock collar, electrifying
And I'ma stop all this roof shit, as soon as he start barkin'
But I enjoyed your fight with Saga though
Cause on that roof there was a lot of good rappin' that happened
But it was just like any other karate flick
N***a had a good fight with a Sensei
But the words never be matchin' the actions cause you dissed 'Ye for supportin' Trump
You said it felt like he was a teacher when he was rappin' to you
But now-a-days in ya battles it's more big B's thrown than Black Panther fists when these fans get to clappin' for you
You followin' dead in his footsteps and you don't realize it happened, do you?
Diss 'Ye for his MAGA hat
When it was time for you to play politics we see all this red cappin' from you
You more like Eddie Murphy though, cause you a funny n***a but you Delirious
I'ma tell these n***as how to ride wit' my Tre in the Boyz N The Hood so they can think that I'm Furious
Yup!
I'ma let everybody in battle rap know that I gangbang so n***as will take me serious
N***a cut it the fuck out
Once the conscious flow got light
Then we seen Blood but that's something any real n***a can spot Dot; period
I done killed two west coast n***as and I won't stop 'til you n***as is all dead
Y'all was trippin' off the period scheme, but I also said Eddie Murphy and Delirious
Between you two, he was the only stand up n***a in all red
Right now, the comments prolly like, "Well everybody talks about B. Dot bein' Blood", as if I fuckin' care
Like when I get in these battles, you n***as don't only talk about my bi-polar disorder, the groups I been in and this dyed fuckin' hair
But you told Danny and T-Top they don't respect black women
But told Verb he might be gay because he was raised by a single black woman
Don't you find that kinda odd son?
So let me get this straight, you love our Nubian queens but don't expect to much of 'em to get the job done
Well how the fuck was you raised?
By a single black mother?
Cause if so for that shit that you said about Verb for you we could be sayin' the same statements
But you didn't, you had ya mom and ya pops in ya life
And that n***a didn't do his job right or else you wouldn't be out here gangbangin'
You told Saga, "My pops had me around Bloods", that was your exact words when you was up on that roof
But most n***as I know that gangbang don't want they kids in the life cause it's the quickest way to end them up on the news
So instead of how to read and write, ride a bike
Your pops had you on the set learnin' how to stack, [?]
He ain't know what he was doin' raisin' little Charlie and that's exactly why you so fuckin' confused
Your infatuation with Lux is on a subconscious level and it's way deeper than what we thought n***a
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
Cause you wanna be Loaded so bad and your pops wasn't nothin' but a lost n***a
You also told Swave, "Blood, if a white boy say 'ninja' 'round me he gettin' shredded."
I said, "Oh, he really dangerous then."
Then the Avocado shit happened I said, "Oow B. Dot finna get him
We gonna hear how this n***a was killed before the day's finna end."
But you didn't
All you said was, "We made some money together, but based on my beliefs I can no longer say the owner of Ruin Your Day is my friend."
Why the fuck you ain't leave him shredded?
I get it, once the cheese is involved you showed us you ain't no greater (grater) than him
Soon as he told you he wasn't for us you should've said that was not ya homie
Let that had it been me, I would've put toast on Avocado and made guacamole
Takin' too long to get to ya fuckin' point is ya biggest delay
N***a take seven business days to convey a message it take regular n***as two minutes to say
B. Dot be like, "Now I cocoon with the rest of y'all. And talk about how y'all need to leave up out the block and you should
But a fly n***a gonna talk about more than drugs and guns and how the bullets pop in the hood
Now Holmzie I know this term might (termite) offend you or leave you rotten in the wood-"
Bro, you gonna do all that for them to like it better when I tell you, B. Dot you're not that fuckin' good
I don't know if you think that you can do just well with just writin', and I don't know if you've been told this shit
You gotta be able to do everything
Not only can I burn a building down
I kill a (Killa) Cam' like the old Dipset
And it's crazy, cause this round is worse than my last one-
Round two
[Round 2: B. Dot]
Peace God
Aye, what's today's mathematics?
...
Aw n***a don't trip, I figured you wouldn't have it
This what happens when the 5% sent to civilize another savage
All this noise about a tournament and how you broke brackets
Just racket, back and forth over the 'net just to score points, to what advantage?
I'm a student of the game, but no PG I skipped classes
No I'm punished by the gods to put the writings on the wall, n***a I got standards
I don't need this shit
Last time I cared about a n***a having multiple personalities I was seeing Split
Now I wanna see him split and talk to each half separately like, "Which one of you stupid motherfuckas agreed to this?"
We need to know, or the next thing to proceed is the lead'll blow
Look I'ma hold this to you, but I ain't gonna hold you to it, I let it go
I pen different
We both G's but I'm a gem, this a gimmick
I'm the next Heru, you tryin' to whore us (Horus) out with the Greek image
Oh I'm deep diggin'
That's too deep isn't it for the deep ignorant
In the comments like, "Oh here B. Dot go with the preach business."
Well let me slow up instead
If you can't understand me that should be proof, ain't God always over the head?
Holmez, we know what you said
In that last round you want me to show more personality and snap branches off the family tree
I'll do that maybe in the third round you'll see
But for now this B
The god that used to believe in a God in the sky I couldn't find or see
'Til I found out everything I was looking for in God could be found in me
Turn around and peep
My history, the misery of being 12, and well, let's just say that vision it hurt me
I seen a n***a gettin' banged on comin' out of 7/11
They made his brain freeze before it could get to a Slurpee
Don't talk to me like I'm some geek
I played football to get off the streets
But no matter where you plant or base yourself it's hard not to get involved with beats (beets)
So I squabble G
Before Smack I attacked a n***a named Troy 'til he lost some teeth
The next day it reads, "L.A. Times: Charles Burnley arrested for assault and battery."
And it was crazy
Cause after sneaking (sneak in) Troy I lost my scholarship to USC
Let's go further back, come follow me
You know my father Charlie? Yeah he's a great man, honestly
But he kept Piru's on the side of me so they address (a dress) me as one of them; and model me
Don't coddle me
No baby, see I'm a grown man who understands his mind's split like a lobotomy
My father Charlie taught me not to joke with the Clips, that's a whole different psychology (sike-ology)
It don't bother me
When you n***as talk football like that's attacking a weakness
Now when black mama's be tellin' me I'm helping to raise they sons through my raps and my speeches
I could've received it
Got hit in the neck and became paraplegic
Instead I'm here reachin' the youth through schoolin'
Usin' you as the chalkboard that I'm writin' on in order to teach 'em
Class is in session and we gotta ask you some questions my n***a, be honest
What happened to the young [?] organization Da God promised?
You said you was gon' help the youth
Misguided black teens you would try to father
Liar! I should rob ya
You'll take 25K and spend it on Balenciaga
Puttin' money in European pockets soon as they post it, you comment
That's garbage
I Elevate with my own brand
When it comes to this thread I'm the author
You not God, you just gossip
Organize for our [?]
And since you promised I'ma make sure you still get the .9; prophet
I've been watchin'
This shit's a shame, how you n***as switch when you get the fame
Blade out, I got questions, let me pick your brain
How does it feel to fight your brother for money? I'm askin' for real
How do you deal?
Knowin' his loss to you made his volume go down and appeal
That 25K? Blew up ya head
All that inflation decreased the power of Bill
And that is just ill
To rise up and put my brother down? I wouldn't have did it
If that was me and Geechi in that tournament
Code Word: Holmzie's Personality
(What that mean?)
We would've split it
I just don't get it
You was just Loud with the Boys
It's Shady how you tryin' to Slim it
Doin' n***as dirty
What happened to the dozens of n***as that came with him?
Well this is the Aftermath of 25K winners
When motherfuckers act like they 'Forgot About Dre' Dennis
Wait, listen
This angle about leavin' ya homies only works if you ain't Christian
I mean, if you believe you the biblical God then you left your disciples and that makes sense then
But let's lane switch it
Maybe you think you Allah and I should be making salat then
N***a stop it, I cock it and sock him
No diss to Islamics but I bet he can't read a right like the prophet Mohammad
I know what ya god is
It's the universe
Me too, you ain't the only one that subscribe
But see I'm up there with Lux and Day', you see the way the stars have aligned
Homie it's odd, you've never been mentioned in the light of lights
So how's Holmzie Da God when he's nowhere close to divine (Davone)
Hoe get in line
You won a punk ass tournament bitch, big deal
I only took this battle as a warm up; before I get Chill
Shit's real
And this that black African power
And if these is your last days Holmz, this is yo' last hour
N***a

[Round 3: Holmzie Da God]
You sell a lot of wolf tickets
False angles and I don't know what you really be doin' when you on these vendettas
But before we battled we agreed to get 12.5
Me and Bill split the bill and that's what happens when you eat together
But you lost your way Charles
Cause when you first came here it was enlightenment, power to the people
And you lit up every platform when you was rappin' on it
But now-a-days, all you do is downgrade n***as and talk about the bad shit on 'em
I mean I get it, but the beliefs you had, why do you only battle black opponents?
Cause you can find something wrong with any black person and that's the main reason that this n***a is deadly
I'm almost sure that you could find a way to down a pro black battle rappin' politician- Ooops you did it already
Not only did you downplay his accomplishments in front of white people
And have the nerve to call your own brother "impostor"
You made fun of him for his suicide attempts
N***a, what the fuck is your problem?
That n***a survived gun shot wounds and childhood trauma
He see street n***as struggling and still'll help
Beat cancer twice
Went from working on the Bill of Rights after fixin' his own bill of health
Oscar nominated for a documentary, based on how he offering his village help
Just to be scrutinized by bitch ass n***as like you and you don't understand why he would want to kill himself?
If you keep on this road you on, it ain't gon' get you where you want to go
It's funny, cause tomorrow at 5:00PM he got a virtual panel to speak on
Is you gonna be on it? No
So you diss me for money but won't help him for free?
Bro you puttin' up horrible stats
You managed to treat him like a monster for the green but tomorrow you face won't be on Bruce Banner, now would you Marvel at that
Your whole argument wack
And I don't wanna hear another word this sucka speak
Cause at 40:25 you told Loso, "I hope you don't have a Christian daughter that get kidnapped by a rapist
Cause she won't fight against it, just turn the other cheek."
I can't make this up either
I'm using his own words to seal this n***a fate
The crowd reacted, but as a black father I'm disgusted that you would write a punchline on how a n***a's daughter would willing get raped
Battling them other n***as, you was hot, but what the fuck you gon' do now?
Cause you didn't hit your ceiling, fans spending time thinkin', "How'd I manage to air this out?" Cool the whole room down
And yeah I do motivational speakin' and rap about guns
But you can't plague me with it either
Cause unlike you, I know battle rap is only theater
And bitch I never claimed to be a teacher
You talk down on the shit we do like it's some type of fuckin' evil
But in real life it's at least ten battlers that I uplifted them in private
But there's ten more that can say you degraded them in front of people
Shoutout to the Piru homie OG Gizzle from Tennessee
I gave him tips on life, and after we sat down and thought it out it lead to him gettin' a job teachin' the troubled youth
Think about that
There's a n***a that rep what you rep, in a place you never been to, changing the world on some shit that I taught him 'bout
So you can try to roll your eyes and rebuttal it as you think of bars
But you rap about change, I really make it happen
N***a I'm everything that you think you are
But um, question
Why you don't battle for ARP or Organik no more?
Cause you told EK, Smack was just master disguised as a brother on a separate plantation
Oh I get it
Ever since they let you in the house n***a and gave you what you want you no longer feel like you on some slave shit
So what was it? The money?
Cause it ain't like they gave no purse or no royalties to you
We all seen Hoffa take L.O.M. from Nigel
But your core so fuckin' Hollow, all it took was a little Math to get your loyalty from you
It's crazy, cause you battled on a white league ran by racists
A white league with racist battle rappers, and you had no legendary third round about they league owner?
That sound kinda poor plannin'
All the fuckin' plates they gave this vegan and you never had nothin' shakey to say about Organik (organic)?
But this that G, M.O. (GMO)
You dissed a black man for being in politics but not the white politicians
And he don't think those offenses is quite equal
You dissed 'Ye for supportin' Trump but never dissed Trump even though his intentions are sleight evil
You didn't diss KOTD, but diss Smack and he gave you a platform that would for the rest of ya life feed you
How the fuck you so pro-black and we hardly ever hear you say anything bad about white people?
You managed to talk down on a black owned company cause they ain't give you what you want
You ain't bothered by that?
You don't realize the snowball effect it caused cause after you spoke out
We seen n***as threaten to quit, the Strike 2.5 and Smack's pockets get tapped
They still dealin' with the bullshit you started, look at the Hollow contract
You managed to start a revolution against your own people dumb ass
You pro-black and ain't conscious of that?
You supposed to be a leader Charles
When you do fuck shit, it influence whatever men do
You can take these n***as down the wrong road if you ain't driving correctly, even if you don't intend to (10-2)
And it's crazy, cause this n***a gave you more money than them other leagues will ever pay you
But the first time you spoke to him it was met with disrespect, never "thank you"
So I gotta pull you to the side just to check you
Cause as your brother I would never play you
But every now and then a n***a gotta call they homie on some bullshit, and that's something I won't hesitate to
Lessons gotta get physical, so I'ma whoop yo' ass just to educate you
Why the fuck you think I got your shirt on right now n***a?
I literally got to wear you out in order to Elevate you
But let me push this shit to the side
Cause um, I understand n***as gotta get they own sources and means of providing
But DNA and Clips, why did y'all ever think it was cool to do a commercial endorsing Joe Biden?
You n***as sold your soul for a couple extra dollars and all the real n***as is seeing through it
And that's the- nah, he's so thirsty to go viral again he might talk about it in his third, so I beat him to it
You n***as come in confidence and then be leaving ashamed
After a n***a battle me he don't be speaking the same
If this n***a think he ridin' I'ma creep in his lane
When you talkin' 'bout the God don't be speaking in vain

[Round 3: B. Dot]
Everything you said in that last round was just a bunch of bullshit to just be spiteful
N***a, my very first time on the scene is when I dissed a white boy and that shit went viral
Right? Right?
And that's why I'm doubtin' you
Cause even though if I get at white folks I still gotta hold my brothers accountable
And this gon' be the round where the psychos get analyzed
It's therapeutic when we magnify
Lookin' through the lenses it's far more forensic than using the standard eyes
Tests get taken, they tryin' to find the missin' link
They think this all happened when grand mama died
Nah, we gotta take this a step father if we really wanna loosen up these family ties
Man he tried
To plant his feet in the soul like he's some kind of the jungle when really he dandelion (dandy lion)
He just a Baby Boy him have to crawl out the way of step daddy's strides
It says here, we referenced the Moon battle where you dramatize
"My step father used to beat me with a 2 x 4 all the time"
Damn, he was beating you with a 2 x 4 and knockin' out your mother's panty line?
Damn, you lyin'
You mean to tell me, he was givin' wood to you and ya moms?
I'm outta line
Excuse me, that's unprofessional, I'm just upset you know
You said you was 13 with the heat, tired of gettin' beat, standin' over him while he would sleep
And couldn't wet him though
Now look at you, 30 years old, still holding on to the pain, n***a you should've let it go
Stupid motherfucka
If that was me I would've yhat, yhat, yhat, yhat, yhat ruined all the covers
If he was beating you with a 2 x 4, the fuck do you think he was doin' to ya mother?
That's why you get it poppin'
With the pills, they diagnose you mentally ill and gave you pharmaceutical options
Your psychiatrist actin' like a dentist tryin' to give you the feelin' (filling)
Here's how the two intertwining
They tryin' to brace your mind, get you alignment
Puttin' you to sleep with questions, drilling you about your mental cavity but never gettin' to the root of the problem
Bi-polar disorder
That's rooted in trauma
But it's not your fault it was due to ya mama
Choosing an abusive substitute for ya father
Now look at you, looping the karma
It comes back 'round, now you got a son, it's true it gets darker
Reflect back to the Moon battle where you told us, "I gotta send my son away when I feel mentally bothered."
That there is very scary
Cause that absence of you could lead to the same substitute that your mama married
Now he getting socked from his new step pops, this is what causes the mind to worry
Now the docs offer him pills to pop, forcing drugs like it's necessary
You don't want this to fit him
Look, it's not in his genes (jeans), don't make this look hereditary
Pardon my lecture
It's just hard to respect it
This is post traumatic slave disorder and n***a we've all been affected
Don't fall for they efforts
Of the white system, they want us stuck in prison or drugged up fogging the message
They got you thinking you "bi-polar" which leads you to leave lil' man, another guy gets neglected
See how they cause and effect it?
You gotta pick up on it and I'm calling to check it
You can't talk to me about mental health
I'm raising two black babies on the autistic spectrum
Let me talk to ya essence
I take my children to therapy every day, I'm involved in the sessions
It's hard I be stressin' but I call it a blessing
Cause at the end of the day you would've lost ya head but I control mines (minds)
You see the way Charles is professing
All this aggression
From n***as that think they tough cause they hug the block
You know what's tough n***a?
Having an alcoholic baby mama and feeling guilty when you drop your kids off cause you don't know if she drunk or not
You know what's tough n***a?
Having love for black women but at the same time the hate exists
Believing that the black woman is god, then having a relationship that damn near make you an atheist
You know what's tough n***a?
Losing pieces of myself, having meltdowns
You can't say shit to me motherfucker, I break myself down
You know what's tough n***a?
Coming from a neighborhood of Piru's and you choose to uplift 'em
They take your consciousness as the opposite now you an op' to them, they treat you like you Crippin'
You tell 'em, "It's a marathon, run with me", they not designed for the distance
They'd rather give you shit, and tuck somethin', tryin' to Nip' 'em
But I'm not even trippin'
No matter what I go through, I'd never let a doctor hand me all that stuff
You know, the Adderall, the pills, I mean, your condition is damaging enough
You ain't never gon' get over the hump
That shit gon' be hard to Trump
When everything they put in ya Cabinet corrupt
I'm just rappin' to ya bruh
You gotta stay away from the shelf
How the fuck are you a life coach and can't call the right plays for yourself?
Look I came here to help
You can't play dress up to cover up all the stains on the belt
That 25K can't buy enough Novocain for you to numb all the pain that you felt
Look at the way it was delt
It's the same deck of cards for you and I
You see I call myself "the god" for the way that I choose to rise
You only call yourself "Da God" cause your step dad was coming to cross you with the 2 x 4 and you felt crucified
Tell the truth or lie?
You won a punk ass tournament bitch
Big deal
I only took this battle as a warm up before I get Chill
Shit's real