Real Deal vs 9DM

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[Round 1: Real Deal] I hope your first born is stillborn and your second contracts the HIV I hope your mother dedicates her life to wildlife and gets mauled by chimps...and lives I hope your dad goes 10 years sober, gets drunk in his car collides with a Mack After your little brother enlists to serve our country and then dies in Iraq I wish pancreatic cancer for you and anyone baring your last name Cause you got the style down Pat but you don't compare to a Pat Stay See I wanted to battle Stay in Canada, he wanted to stay in Canada You Pat's fill in, you gonna die like Pat Tillman Cause Johnny Drama brought the Entourage, I ain't talking about Matt Dillon You're not built for the shit you talk about, you sloppy and chubby You're not wolf neither pudgy, pussy you just Washington Huskie You uncomfortable in your own skin, that evil shit's a front A white kid vers' a white kid we would tease at every lunch You 9D, I'm grimy, compared to me you just a chump Cause I'd knock my own son the fuck out just to beat you to the punch [Round 1: 9DM] Comparing me to you is like comparing 2Pac to Absidy The real deal is that you got to battle me But when you rhyme "Mt Vesuvius" and "dubious" on a track you should lose automatically If there's one place I love besides Vancouver it's gotta be The Bay He's from the east coast so there's not a lot that he can say You saw my Reverse Live battle, there can be another robbery today Life must be a bitch, you're ugly as shit I guess that's the second time you lost to DNA Your girl left you like she planned to take a trip Packed her bags, the basic shit Left the kid, no child support, you had to pay the rent Landed a teaching job but needed mom and dad to babysit So how are you the real deal like Holyfield when this man was made a bitch in his last relationship? From Vancouver to Brooklyn I stay reckless You look stupid as fuck in that picture you took with a fake necklace Plus there's footage of you on-line, macking a bitch so fat and ugly she could've been named Precious Yo, you've fucked for life if the camera's working today Try to shoot me I'll throw producer and publicist and manager in the way Now that's what I fucking call a Massacre of The Bay [Round 2: Real Deal] Yo, M.O.B. is turning out as expected, a classic, I just got an update from Farnum, he say you're a faggot 9D's chinstrap is a classic, 90's chinstrap If you wasn't baby frail and played for Yale it'd be an Ivy chinstrap If Jin showed up to battle Dizaster with that it's be a Chinese Jin strap Bitch, if you had a brother connected to y'all I bet y'all would rock Siamese Chin straps But I'm from the state where thugs are doing life, locked in prison You from the state of drug addicted suicidal rock musicians Went from grunge rock to flannel tees, now he's extra gutter You're as believable as Doogie Howser's character...on How I Met Your Mother See 9D never has the right angle Your angle is just to yell out mean lyrics Well me and your crew Figure Of Speech, we fingered your niece and it smelled Like Teen Spirit So tell the ambulance, "patrol the gate" this amateur can't hold his weight It's Cali bitch where average Joe's from Pittsburgh go Montana in the Golden State So fuck that irrelevant bullshit that you talk I brought the evidence this bitch is soft Y'all remember Portland? Young Nate and them was hitting Fox You ran like a bitch and hid under the shadiness your president has been giving off [Round 2: 9DM] You told Saht' you get kids ready for the big leagues, bitch please If you were the coach the students would choke and switch teams Have a closet full of skinny jeans by 16 instead of a handful of championship rings See Lush made Grind Time for the dope MCs But no one wants to watch two white guys who like sci-fi plus you might die if you're close to me So take your wannabe coaching ass to the sidelines where you're supposed to be I can see you battling the ref like, "That wasn't a good call" And they used to teach those motherfuckers to tuck in the football You wanna know how I got the info on you, it's a secret But I know you're a faggot cause if your team won the coin toss you'd choose to receive it Yo, you're a human Bastille, I know the deal about who isn't real Catch you at a dentist appointment, give you the two minute drill I'm not a thug I don't got the metal with me But I'd go for it on fourth down, you'd settle for three You gotta be the ugliest motherfucker I've ever seen Fuck being a center at South High School they should've put your handicapped ass on special teams They're gonna Remember The Titans so I gotta murder this shit Plus, you're wack, the Steelers suck and Ben Roethlisberger's a bitch [Round 3: Real Deal] Why did you have to push me? I'm unlike Ben cause I don't need a bodyguard or bathroom just to smash some pussy But yo you say dumb shit homie, real rap he isn't tough A one trick pony, Illmac' tell him to giddyup Since we're both white it's almost like I snatched a cripple's crutch I'm surprised he ain't use three rounds to give me daps and big me up How many black friends do you have? See I ask just to embarrass him Cause Cobra Ky and Mic Phenom combined make up a halfrican American You try to rap all hardcore gargling like your throat is all moist What the fuck is a 9DM? A Star Wars protocol droid? Well let's see you robbed a storm trooper, a groupie for the Sand People Illmac' be in his car doing 90 on a freeway like some kind of Stan sequel See I'm known for my knockout punches like the dude who hit Suge You're known for giving an illusion the illusion that Illusion was good It's only fitting I'm in Oakland and I'm a warrior vet But I ain't come for sights and sounds in this historic event I certainly didn't come here so you could fucking bore us to death I came for one reason only, to personally tell The Saurus he's next [Round 3: 9DM] No one gives a fuck if this working man's an MC You graduated from Slippery Rock University in '07 which happens to be Where he studied science, health and physical education, how big of a faggot is he? You're gonna be teaching kids that are fatter than me Now you're 40 thousand dollars in debt and all you got is a bachelor's degree Let's go through your history, look at 2005 with pride Remember January 21st before you had dreams of battling HighCollide? When you were sited with underage consumption in Crouse Hall Cause you can't fucking control your Irish side? Real shit That same year you were on the Dean's List, which mean's this You had a GPA of 3.5 or higher like a good little squeaky clean bitch I got enough chronic to make Method Man choke from the second hand smoke Trevor gave me a CD, I'm like, "That shit's wack as fuck, but this lesson plan's dope." Madness, you like movies? I'ma make this scene tragic Whether it's written or freestyle every 16 is classic You had to take aquatic fundamentals your freshman year So Sahtyre wasn't the only one on the Swim Team, faggot You're scared to fail a U.A., I'm smoking them Freshcoast blunts I didn't have to stomp your son out or say "AIDS" or "cancer", shit I didn't mention Fresco once