[Round 1: Mike P]
You two years early
Askin' for my return to me, indeed...was daring
I get you clear 30'd
You simple son, you sweet, no need to be up fearing
I feel disrespected when they say you anything like me
I mean to me there's no comparing
You got a lotta holes in ya game Sikh
And as this battle progressed
Now that a star's over you they will become glaring
Snub airing
BANG!
Hittin' his guts with somethin' barbaric
BANG!
Blood mixed with is substance
Cut his head into his lap, did his shit like a pumpkin
Swear to God you'd have thrown up seeing Sikh (sick) to his stomach!
This kid is nothin'
And after this? Well they ain't gon' want you
Playin' will haunt you
I done made the grеatest feel awful
Did you overlook me!?
WOULD-BE!
PUSSY!
ROOKIE!
I'll slap thе training wheels off you!
Off you
It's the wrong move, get back to your post
I'm a god writer, hard-wired, I rap from the mold
You beat Magic
Only accomplishment from that is ya quotes
You a COVID baby, Sikh
You benefit off of attacking the old
Rap wit' a GOAT
All greatness, jaw break him
White boy, Molotov your whip, the car Cajun (Caucasian)
Kick in the door, AR sprayin'
Ya time's up
Tick-tock (TikTok), kid
You got a Renegade in ya crib...with arms wavin'!
You? Should've no showed
Too late, alright, slide, with a surprisingly low fo' fo'
BANG!
Unto the heavens you go bro
He died young
Caught a .45 in ya 20s: what an old soul
The only news we got from Black Compass? Should've watched his Tone Bro
Who convinced you? I'm the one to go all out with
You a warm out, just stretch the arms out, this all about chips
This shit the world to you, you're just a contract I ball out with
This ain't my job Punjabi, it's a hobby
I ain't obligated to call out Sikh (sick)
I want bodies
Italian god make y'all zombies
100 round drum but five were sent
That's 5%, the God Body
Mind scrambled
I can end this all with a .9 handled
You try and creep?
You ever play Warzone? The slide cancelled
Surf know that

Hope you prep
And do it more than those same moves we been peeped
I lined my shots outside the box, the game moves within me
Switch it up
Just my cadence on this stage do you filthy
Don't try to Surf 'cause you from Jers'
You better Make Sure You Kill Me!
But fuck a rhyme scheme, I scheme on these akhis
Mask off, I know I'mma kill him, so I'm highkey
He had his mask on, still spot him, I'll let five squeeze
.9 beamed
He was ID'd by his Pagri
Angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it
Cut it!

[Round 1: Real Sikh]
Mike P...the white me
I heard you asked Smack and them to get this
They said, "Mike Pulice wants to battle." I didn't plan for this intention
See I hate airports
It's always people with badges harassing me with questions
This is the first time I get to takeoff in front of Pulice (police) and wasn't "randomly selected"
I thought you quit
Shit, we thought you almost died
Your supporters all thought while you were gone
Stopped replyin' to your fans
Only logged on Live
Dyin' in Call Of Duty is the only time you respond (respawned) online
You too sensitive for this, I'm surprised that you tried
After NOME, you in the interview dryin' ya eyes
I'm 'bout to say some mean shit, so just promise this time that you're not gonna cry
You always have emotional rounds, jottin' ya lines
How you was up, fell down, then got up to rock
Bill Collector said, "My girl can't unswallow them guys"
It's ironic that I, had to swallow my pride
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up!
You got rent to pay
You feel miserable but the utility's due, ya debt's still buildin' too
After ya last one, ya wanted to chill, quit then move
But you back for the same reason you left; Bill's killin' you
Want rhymes? So what's up?
God mode, a bomb blowin' up
Skull in ya stomach combined, body foldin' up
Brain slides, all ya insides showin' up
Got it spillin' like a wise decision; mind over guts
I ain't no high roller but, I'm roll wit' a
Hollow, I load it, Mike dyin' over them
Or the .9 gon' hit ya, have ya eye swollen up
Hit ya skull like a home wrecker, the side broken up
See them glasses you be havin'? I'll stab ya wit' a dagger
Get ya bifocals cut
If they wide, both are shut
Make you half blind so when the knife pokin' ya
You'll see things from a different view, this an eye opener
I'ma flip on this bitch, then switch into this
Fuck ya name flips, I'm gettin' Real sick (Sikh) of this shit
I've been abusing ya type and the dudes say the strikes hittin'
You get ruined tonight, I'm used to this fight business
Move through him, I one-two him, I'm bruisin' his eye wit' it
Beat him so black and blue he gon' lose all his white privilege
I'm a militant Sikh, don't ever get it twisted
I've got to stay armed, that's what it says in my religion
We even got weapons in the temples that we sit in
So why the fuck would I treat ya temple any different?
Sikh: How's it feel gettin' smoked?! How's it feel gettin' smoked?!
Mike P: You ain't smoking nothin'

...temple any different
Liftin' the death toll with this meth smoker
Let go a
Pistola
His body gettin' colder
He dead? So what? I killed him with one, and still let the rest smoke him
Now I'm feelin' like Ryda, givin' Mike my leftovers
I heard the rhymes you use
I'm not amused with ya sonic booms
I'm volatile, better cop a room in a hospital
What Italian mobster movie are you tryin' to do?
I'mma shoot the vaffanculo, pasta noodle, gabagool out of you!
This ya return?
What kind of return did you have?
Like, what traumatic experience you went through to deserve all the gas?
They shot Surf in the back!
Twork had a crash!
Mike P left 'cause...'cause his girl got a past
After you had a public meltdown then quit up out the game
You think we about to believe any of this tough shit you 'bout to say?
Your first battle you got hit in the mug
And ever since you got snuffed, you've been tryin' to be quit to get to the punch
You the Battle Rap Karen, with all that attitude
It's part of you, you can't ignore it's natural
You think you more adaptable cause you grew up in New York, it's laughable
If you were raised two states away, you would've stormed the capitol
You gon' wish this wasn't booked Mike P
Call Of Duty is the only time you can kill people that look like me
JERSEY, pussy!
The fuck outta here!
[Round 2: Mike P]
They say you rap crazy, Sikh
(I do)
Sikh's crazy
Crazy...Sikh
('Sup Mike?)
Hey, um, I got a question bro
Do you know what an "era" is?
Cause to me, y'all sound like some dipshits
I mean you dope
Don't get my judgement of your character twisted
Can you manage to listen?
An "era" is a long period of time
With a particular feature or characteristic
So how you claimin' that?
Do not miss this part of the lecture
Oh young man it takes years of hard work from every artist to measure
Until you call it an era
Error
You think that 4-pack of battles you got is some illustrious art of endeavors!?
He like, "Man, those times were crazy. Wasn't hard to remember
It was fire. Me, Chaos, Jey. Fought through the embers
Battle bars. We got scarred, now every artist is treasured."
They like, "Damn, Sikh! What long period of time was this?"
He like, "Coronavirus. Last March to December."
How you claim you the new era?
Sikh where? Dub that
The current era where we still run the game, that shit ain't done scrap
Me, Twork, Top, Brizz, Chess, Wess, Los', Rum, Ave
Geechi Gotti, Saga, B. Dot, Ward, Drugz, Jakk'
Evolved substance
Evolved punchin'
From the shit once dubbed SMACK
Then we re-invented the wheel, so the shit won't run flat
You been on a Hollywood set for eight months, fall the fuck back
With Grind Time style, you're a "Been there done that"
I'm the new era
I'm the new era!
Try to look at Sikh as he cook
By my third battle, Street Fighter in the history books
The new era; shit weird, pussy you ain't been here
Since Black Star closed we've put in real work for six years
The new era
You shoulda picked someone else
Why'd you do it dude?
You too in tune, my return is your death and you knew it to
You claim my shit
What a Parallel Universe we've gotten you into
They compare us, but you could never be me
Cause I'm more you than YOU!
Fuck that, up that, ya body? I put two into
Bullet treat his vest and his chest like real love; through and through
Who shot ya?
I'm Big T with the boo-blaka
He wanted to dance, I pulled up to the side of the whip with the piece and I Mufasa'd
Let a bitch pop, thug flex
Get ya shit rocked; snub next
Or butterfly, with slit tops
Wrist chop, than one TEC
Than dub TECs
Then best believe them that shits cock, in one sec'
It hit tops the shit pop
Sikh (sick) drop; dubstep
Get tossed, something without the pen
To beat me, Sikh, you'd be Sikh
Around 6 where we be, Sikh
And we be sick, in the head
Believe me, Sikh
You bar 'em sloppy, carbon copy
You a CC, Sikh
Rocket launcher or Glock to torture
What need be Sikh?
You want me to heat seek Sikh or have the heat seat Sikh?
Hit the room come out boomin' 'cause we G, Sikh
I made 'em move without moving: I'll Ouija Sikh!
Angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it
Cut it!

[Round 2: Real Sikh]
Better try. That was a better try.

Round of the year in 2020 {claps}
That's the props that you given?
Popular consensus, you brought up addiction
More sloppy lines than a doctor's signature on a prescription
Plot twist
You wasn't someone that karma's forgiven
Your confidence slippin'
Horrible with Ryda and Bill, then...
Quit, cause you forgot what you spittin'
Nobody was surprised when you did it like the cops in the system
We knew when we saw a choke on cam', Pulice (police) probably will quit it (acquitted)
See you thought, the Universe was Parallel but this is a lesson on karma
Cause in this world, everything is connected
Want proof?
While you, thought you were Parallel vs. Danny
We saw you cross the line thinkin' he should've T'd off on you
I can't count on my fingers the times you had to be fake
In the middle of the ring on SMACK
It's been a slap in the face
You had a little fanbase
We thought you was, "aight", until you battled Twork and started gettin' handshakes
Playin' a false character to grab the fans
The Hadouken, the Parallel, it all goes hand in hand
See you thought- it's 'bout to get spooky
You thought the universe was parallel but this is a lesson on karma
Cause in this world everything is connected
Ya stock was jumpin'
30'd Saga, body of the year
Joined the tournament, then took the worst loss of your career
So when you cried in front of Uncle Ra the shit was clear
God was tellin' you after NOME you 'bout to drop a couple tiers (tears)
You thought the universe was parallel but this is a lesson, on karma cause in this world everything is connected
You exposed a rapper's girl, then your girl got her disguise blew
Talked about Danny's wife on drugs, then your wife got drug into the public eye's view
Looked like a bitch in the ring, then put a ring on ya bitch when you sayin' your vows you
In a Parallel Universe staring at your chick like, "I do"
You died two, times, this that, times two
Pop doin' Hadoukens that wife the side boo
Your battle rap brothers heard she had that fire and hid her behind you
She through that fire back to ya kin (Ken), which one of y'all is really Ryu?

Sikh: HUH!? Fuck is he playin' with?! Yo, you ain't built for this no more man
Mike: Hahaha
Sikh: You ain't built for- you think it's funny. You gettin' killed
Mike: No I'm not. No I'm not. Fuck are you talkin' 'bout. Ain't nobody gettin' killed. What you talkin' 'bout?

You ain't built for this no more
You 'bout to have a kid you blessed bro
I don't disrespect those but I can't help jokes
Ya chick been with so many battle rappers, when your baby gets shown
It's gonna come out the pussy like, "I said yo!"
Maaaaaan I wiiiiiiill, toss you somewhere without the pin
I don't swipe debit, fuck a slight edit, you gettin' ya life ended
For the right price, I strike twice
Mike gettin' night nighted
It might heighten your fight or flight senses
Sight setting, I light up the cycle with light effort
Bulldog biting Mike like Tyson, he light-headed
I shouldn't shoot ya girl cause life precious
But the fo' fo' still hittin' ya bitch like ya wife exes
If that's somethin' you can't let slide
You gotta quit battle rap, just die
I gotta put him out his misery, it's past punchlines
Kevin Hart on stage, I got bring Mike (mic) down to be a stand up (stand-up) guy
Jersey!

[Round 3: Mike P]
This is all off the help, of you motivating me to come back
So here's your gunfight, draw off the belt
You gettin' dog-walked as well
You a plastic piece to Smack and Beas'
They crank you up, you do the same movements, until you fall off the shelf
Do you know me?
Sikh, don't fuck yo' mind up, boy
Any judgements you have on me tonight as a man, end of the line just noise
I mean, with all the new guys I've showed the ropes to, you think you'd find some ploy?
Like I'm exploiting y'all and not sacrificing my name for hoisting y'all as a prime cut choice
Cause they don't do it, so I gotta do it
So you gon' rhyme what boy?
I said, "You" they asked for, "Nitty"
Literally, ignored my request, they head your way and slide some coins
That should provide some poise
Sikh you have no idea how many string I pull behind the scenes, so y'all don't wind up (windup) toys
What you gon' say?
You on Double Impact?
Dawg, you on there cause you fit the theme of vets and rookies
You on the Super Fight because of me
I'm not saying you wouldn't be, booked if it ain't for me
But dawg, you'd be on a Born Legacy
To say you me?
Or taking my spot, is true riddles
You stay right here, never outside the box cause you brittle
You changed a slight bit, you know, from iBattle to this spot, but dude's Skittles
Sweet
I mean you switch ya content to talk to dogs, but ya doctor do little (Dr. Dolittle)
When your pockets hit? They obvious!
I created patterns and set highs
My scheme for Day'? To this day people in battle rap try
You just flex, simple sets
And as you rap, you stack lines
You got patterns that rhyme
I got patterns that's MINE!
A crime
Y'all have missed so many gems from past fires
To try to sit here and tell me I ain't accomplished? Y'all some damn liars
I am everything you ungrateful fucks have the chance to admire
I am battle rap, seasoned
And I hold that flavor in like cast irons

Sikh: Here we go
Mike: Side note. I been cookin'

Side note; fuck you narcissistic wannabe fans
In the Caffeine chat hatin' on artists as hard as you possibly can
Suck my big Italian dick
Guess that Mike P hate come and went
Oh y'all thought you were at the cool table dissin' my family? Y'all the lamest shit
Defended my woman's honor once then bounced, went on vacation bitch
Came back family strong, woman a queen, and I'm the main event!
What about you?
I'm left in doubt
All that hip hop shit that you sketch in bouts
Extra clout, "I get my energy from Rakim."
Shut yo' PEASANT MOUTH!
You rap in gym clothes
What? You take pre-workout before battles and get extra loud?
Ayo, Smack! The first thought I had when I seen him rap in Under Armor?
"We must protect this house!"

Sikh: Finally. Let's go. C'mon
Mike: Don't say "finally" I've been cookin'

TEC is out, poll for your death and I have the final vote
Is this the first time a Sikh don't Sacrifice a GOAT?
Out the coat, y'all gon' watch this shit clear the room
Get this lover of old school rocked
Cause if P. O.D., then 'Here Comes The Boom'
So angels? I'mma ghost something
Angles? Ain't gonna hold nothin'
You can't rap with me and you just rap, it won't cut it
Take it home bruh

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike is teaching me some shit right now!
Whoo
You know my favorite Mike moment I ever saw?

{Sikh takes a deep breath and exhales}

When he did that for 30 seconds more
You ain't 3-0 enough people to be the guy I'm learnin' from
Sound like I'm quoting' the Bible, I'm only saw him 30 one (Psalm:31)
You got no level of greatness
You mad regular; basic
Tried giving advice when I battled Xcel, I just heard jealousy; hatred
Nothing you said resonated, so I knew it wasn't sound advice
Cause I got feedback from Mike (mic) but couldn't echo his statements
Advice?
You done backed out of battles cause you was stressed that night
Sayin' you so depressed at life you can't pick up a pen then write
All you do is play Xbox Live, you should know how to have your head set (headset) Mike (mic)

[Mike] PlayStation

[Sikh] Advice?
You talk hella white with Caffeine
I mean, saltine, cheddar cracker
Then rap and throw this temper tantrums
Take your insecurities and project them back to every rapper you get to stand in front of
Should've been next to Redman in How High, you'se a Method actor
When people in the room change, you change
You can't just be yourself
That's why you so good at impressions, they be funny as hell
You think it's good you can change ya voice, but what it reveals is your biggest strength is actin' like somebody else
You even change how you pronounce words to look like you tough
The fans been peeped it, now you pushing ya luck
They watchin', and it's a body on footage because
When Pulice (police) given a camera they gotta put on a front
In real life, you say "mother fucker"
But when you rappin' you flip it to "muhfucka"
Changin' ya patterns of English thinkin' that makes you fit in
In real life, you walk with ya head down
But at an event, you straighten ya back and chest and stand at attention
'Cause you ain't practice the craft, you practice the actions, linguistics
The accent, the slang and added it to ya language and switched it
Ya whole style's data encrypted
In this battling business you the actual image of capitalism
You being a rapper is fiction
You ain't natural wit' it, you actually timid
A passive bitch
Can't even interact wit' ya fans without having a sip of a glass of liquor cause you think it has some personality in it
You act like you privileged, you don't act what you livin'
You speak what you wanna be
30 plus years old in need of maturity
His confidence be like Tekashi and Meek
The only thing in the way is Pulice insecurity (police and security)
Now I gotta school him real quick
You said, you said you gonna take away my identity
You don't even know how ignorant you sound with that kind of statement
Cause they been televising faces like you and your white neighbors
When I put "Sikh" in my name, you realize why that's major?
You know what's happening to my people right now in India?
They passed a law inside the nation that made 'em go to protest where they got their human rights violated
But they ain't lose the fight, they had to [?], eatin' food at night
Ready to make them kind of changes
Protestors missing, women assaulted by cops inside of cages
Everywhere we labeled with that terrorist scare
In battle rap, I don't think anyone care
But I'm spreading awareness 'cause they shut the internet down over there
So these eight bars more coverage than that corrupt government ever would share
"Real Sikh" that representation is second to none
More valuable than any of them impressions you've done
So don't talk to me about identity, bruh
I'm reppin' a whole culture, you trying to get accepted in one!
You up here tryin' to throw a bullet at the head of a king
There's nothing authentic you bring
When you choked against Bill and took a second to think
Lookin' like you was 'bout to cry, that's the only time you've been your real self in the ring
I'm on that Jersey shit, that goin' all out shit
Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds wit?
You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now bitch
'Cause you can't show up to work when you call out Sikh (sick)
Jersey