Jey The Nitewing vs. Real Sikh

Lyrics

[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 nigga 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' nigga, 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 niggas in the opposite brackets? You really think they'd give me a no-name Jersey nigga 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 nigga 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! Nigga, 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, nigga, 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas rappin' really just dry-snitchin' Which is also inaccurate, 'cause half these niggas 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, nigga I'm sure you real sick and tired of the Sikh flips - I feel the same, nigga 'Cause I'm gettin' real sick and tired of fuckin' battlin' the same nigga I swear these battle niggas...think all it take is to battle niggas Either side of the bracket, I only know half these niggas And they stick me wit' the fuckin' fortune teller… If I wanted my hand read, I'd just slap these niggas! 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 nigga 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!