Real Sikh vs Illmac lyrics

[Round 1: Real Sikh]
They said, "What if he rap over the time?"
I said, "It don't bother me, he could."
He 39 and broke; he been rapping longer than he should
What you gon' give me, words of wisdom?
I'll press the issue
You seen today's mathematics? ...762's
I'll treat Mac like a track list, take his features and rearrange 'em
With no words, mama told me, "Don't speak to strangers."
One-hit wonder; release a banger, see you later
Ali & Frazier
Teeth'll break up, DNA ya
Aaliyah plane ya
Heater raise up
Or I'll swing a razor, swiss cheese your face up
Either way I gotta run something by you; I need a favor
He ain't worthy enough to meet God, or see his savior
I'll send him to Steve Jobs; Mac bout to meet his maker
Clapping out the black G Wagon after the detail
Raise at him, brain matter splatter with these shells
Big gauge, when the shotgun in shotgun, the dashboard tell me fasten passenger seatbelts
Squeeze chops at him, three shots dead him
The breath he breathe got lesser
But he gon' beatbox better
Blood out his nose look like he sneezed hot peppers
Y'all said he a Mac; let's see if his system's a machine processor
Stick with the metal
Sikh and a pistol, that sh*t go together
Trigger finger with the beretta, Dr. King with Coretta
Die with these, Siamese, connect the twins at your center
Cotton Eye Joe; I could spin with the steppas
Telling us that he ready to scrap, his head'll get smacked til he forget all his raps
Then the second attack help him remember them back
Boy acting all c*cky, 'til this weapon'll clap
Let's see if he full of himself when I empty the MAC
That King of the Dot chain the only necklace that you had
I'll snatch that piece off you while your head is still attached
Behind his ear, he got '667' as a tat
Cause to him it sound like Sikh's 6'7' when he raps
Gun in ya grill, you gon hear the devil when I laugh
Look in my eyes, you'll see I went to Hell and then came back
Really turned to a demon, need an exorcist for that
No gun charge but still got possession with a MAC
Whoever got your back ain't ready to fight with hands
One punch hit you, you, then it'll strike your man
Extend with the right and land
It go from the 3rd person to the first person, like Eminem writing 'Stan'
Illmac was the nerdy guy, stacking up words that rhyme
That cat from the 'burbs with a backpack and an Urkel vibe
Got cool with Geechi, then started to rap how the burner fire
All the packs he was serving, finally got tatted at 35
What you thought? Switching your image would help your income rise?
He lying about hiding the work when the pigs run by
Talked about one weed charge for 20 battles; even if he did some time
Mac(k) a b*tch with a sentence like a pickup line
You used to rap nonviolent and said that you different
Now you got gun bars, we ain't forget that you dissed 'em
A shot have his energy shiftin'
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes; Special Olympics
There's two worlds in battle rap: the backpackers, and the SMACK rappers
Y'all be getting booed on URL, can't make a crowd react after
I battled you & Pat, and Nitty & Twork, in both worlds I have stature
I'm the hybrid that rhyme and punch, I made the glass shatter
You bring your style to Summer Madness, you trash
Look at the last match I had in Houston when Dizaster did that
What you gon say, I'm too "rappity-rap"?
You backpackers gotta sound like Sikh just to get a reaction on SMACK
That's the NBA of battle rap, facts are the facts
Got a crossover and shoot 3's, mastered the craft
So don't lie, like at the Rucker you stackin' up cash
I seen Mac's (max) contract, it's all salary cap
What kind of legend gotta remind us about the status he at?
Every battle he have, he talkin' 'bout the battles he had
Begging for respect, you want us to clap for your past?
...wait, I made a connection, matter of fact
When Pat Stay passed you got his face as a tat on your calf
You knew with his sense of humor he'd be laughing at that
But it's crazy you got a tattoo of Pat on your leg, but gotta beg the culture to give you a pat on the back
Blood splatter your cap, look like a MAGA hat from the snap
I'm imaginin' that
While you talkin' 'bout how fast that I rap?
He'll say I sound like Big Pun... and Ima put him in the trunk... then I'm really packing the Mac in the back of the Ac'
JERSEY!
[Round 1: Illmac]
I won't say you rap like Big Pun, 'cause that sh*t done sloppy
But you are up here sounding like Big Pun...jabi
Pro-wrestler ass voice, scaring off all the hoes when he talk
He probably bang testosterone in his toes so we don't notice the marks
I was with some hoes in Portland Oregon, showed them a photo of dawg
No one knows who you are
Your new name brand, Kool-Aid man; only way they know this juicehead pitcher (picture) from a hole in the wall
OH YEAHHH!
This sh*t throwin' me off
Like you get extra swole points if your clothing is small
I guess if you got it, then flaunt it... like the hoe that you are
"Could be a classic" what some critics have said
All depends on him, if he's sh*tting the bed
I'll catch him at the gym with his friends, and he the same religion as them
Which means he'll literally be carried by Sikhs (six) when he dead
b*tch lift with your legs!
Listen to the sh*t that he says
This multisyllabic machine's mechanical schemes don't have any steez
I heard your tracks and they scream... "virgin"... with a capital V
That's why the only open doors you actually see
Are connections that you have to the ring like janitor keys
I'll fill him with lead, wipe my hands til they clean
Icepick through his temple instead, that's in my jeans (genes)
Mental sickness in my family tree
What's my defense when he dead?
When I pick Sikh (sick) in the head that's my insanity plea
Soon as they transferred the fee, I been on my job, my connect was my first reference
We used to link down I-5 off the 3rd exit
Tree in the trunk locked, bread in the glove box, never swerved reckless
Phone clean; burner for the dirt, but we weren't textin'
See before AppleTV reinvented the term Severance, we deserved credit
'Cause we spent our whole lives keeping the work separate
So I ain't with the snitching and the cappin'
Our lifestyles are more different than imagined
When you say you a "gym rat", I assume you go to the gym and you've been rattin'
But catch me in the whip, dipping into traffic
Soon as I get a grip, sh*t'll get unfastened
20 in the clip, extended the attachment
I missed four, but he ate 16, now he intermittent fasting
f*ck getting a reaction, I ain't gotta tuck a mop stick
Could catch a bug with chopsticks
Run the clock, get f*ckin' clocked by the same hands I punch the clock with
Ain't think I'd fold him at his legs, now he rollin' in his grave, like what a plot twist
Watch this, I get the ox into events, get his top split like it's Pez
Get ya top slit like I'm tryin' to open a box lid in his flesh
I'm hip to my flaws, I can admit if I lost... long as I got Sikh with the edge
But even then, you ain't cut from this cloth
'Cause having a personality's not something that's taught
We all watched Ninja Turtles, but you stuck in the plot
You a multi-machine rap android, and you punch like a bot
To think I'ma lose to Krang's bodysuit... I can't stomach the thought
Your balloon'll get popped
Ruger get c*cked
Something like ginger... lemon... turmeric chopped
In the juicer we got
Soon as I got Sikh (sick), BOW, that's my immunity shot
You should stop...
I don't know how to say it... you're not cool when you rap
This how a loser would act
Bro, you got the personality of someone that used to be fat
So when you thinkin' 'bout why you not amounting to a superstar
It's probably 'cause you up here looking like a bouncer... at a hookah bar
Yo but to be honest, that market would fit him perfectly
'Cause being built like a security guard is part of guarding his insecurities
See where this cat's whole image and his rap flow bridges?
Ain't working any new muscles so he plateaued in it
Example: your angles? Underwhelming
You don't punch like a great
Humor of a dumbbell, no wonder he stay pumping them weights
Long setup to a gun bar, name flip, or something that's safe When you've got nothing to say to the one in front of your face
Tired ass flow, every buildup's a bunch of the same
That's how your writing structure relates to how his muscles inflate
Just a bunch of fluff built up with no functional strength
Like, your music? Trash... all I do is spazz
I'll shoot his ass while he doin' a stupid dance at his Zumba class
Toolie flash, they find his body somewhere in the woods like nudie mags
I'm not sure he's tried the carnivore diet, but I assume he has
...Try vegetables
You do cardio? ...I'm skeptical
At the gym slammin' heavy weights around like wrestling moves
No re-racking or spotting the guy next to you
This guy's special, he probably identifies as... "biceptual"
See it's not about size, but the right leverage to apply pressure to
You think this is David and Goliath, I might question you
'Cause what's another term for "just being wide"? ...One-dimensional!
For the right revenue, I right-left, then side-step on you
Leave you in a state where the crime's federal
So don't let the hype get to you
"God is an energy" you right... and it's right next to you
[Round 2: Real Sikh]
I hate a lying-ass, self-hating fraud that's too pus*y to rep his race
Your whole career people thought you white - everyone watching thinks you white - and your b*tch ass ain't never said you ain't
You Native American; what you been acting white for, success and fame?
Boy, you Native... painted faces... American Indian, that's your genetic traits
Why you hide that?
Where your pride at?
pus*y, where your tribe at?
Them settlers stole your land and you tryna back them, where your spine at?
Tryna fit in with the colonizers, I see through what the plan was
Thought he couldn't play in the field unless this Redskin turned to a Commander
I dare you to try to tell me how to rep being Sikh and my roots
Or it's a gimmick I use
You ain't even proud enough to rep your people, you've always hidden the truth
So not only am I better with the writtens than you
Come to find out... I'm a better Indian too??
Christopher Columbus needed three ships to make y'all freedom go
The Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria, that's all I need to know
History repeating itself when the heater close
I ain't got a Pinta or a Santa M-- I got a Nina though!
This Native can't deal with Real Sikh, here's an example how
Your people died from diseases when Europeans gave blankets out
So your immune system can't get round the illnesses we handle now
b*tch, I could sneeze on you and wipe your whole family out
I'm the only rapper with a turban to exist in the sport
And I did sh*t in this culture that you didn't before
That's why the fabric I'm cut from is different than yours
Y'all got diseases from a blanket, and Real Sikh from the cloth
How he think he a star?
Never had a mainstage payday
Hate them gun bars, but with an AK they say "mayday, mayday"
Get a Native American a round of (around a) fire... "hey, hey, hey, hey"
You gotta change names, why you acting arrogant Ill?
When you gotta look up to your b*tch when she wearin' her heels
I dare you to peel, Thanksgiving when I carry the steel
Get a Native American killed by sharing a mil (meal)
Speaking of Thanksgiving, how the f*ck it don't channel your pride?
We got a whole holiday for when your ancestors died
And you ain't on the front lines for your people? God got you back with a sign
That's why when we celebrate Thanksgiving, we got Mac on the side
See how that sh*t aligned? Yo, I ain't even rappin' this time
I'm just telling you my thoughts, they happen to rhyme
Body stuffed in the back of the ride, just need the keys to the truck
Your people are tree-huggers; you could squeeze in (squeezing) a trunk
Keep it a buck, Natives fought for this land across both shores
And when you record your songs, you don't want to report those wars?
Got the nerve to talk about you "Mt. Rushmore", when all those four are the reason this land ain't yours no more
Since Grind Time, he been acting white as Mike P
Then he battled Rum Nitty, and for the first time he brought up his tribal ID
So when you around white rappers you play like y'all race the same type
But when you battle someone who ain't white, all of a sudden you ain't white
You won't do that sh*t today, right?
But he wasn't fully telling the truth
Cause then he told Nitty he Mexican too!
Brother, you hella confused
So you Native and Mexican, why that ain't something you hold high with respect?
Both your backgrounds got a rich history you too close-minded to rep?
Remind me how he dissed gun bars the whole time he progressed
But when he battle SMACK rappers, he wrote rhymes with a TEC
'Cause he's Native American and Mexican, so it kinda makes sense he playin' both sides of the fence
You in Trump's America scared to rep your people, you see what this country is like?
Your ancestors turning in their graves seeing you ducking the fight
You know what the Natives had to do to live a comfortable life?
They lived in snow, where it was dangerous getting up in the night
Rocked an animal skin to stay warm, that they had to hunt with a knife
Sick of them cold winters, needed a place where the sun would be bright
That's why they discovered this site
And you tryna be one of the whites, when both your backgrounds know what it's like running from ICE?
You know how many Sikhs feel seen 'cause I put my religious faith on the map?
Imagine if I wore a fitted ever since I made it on SMACK
What about the little girl who Mexican, or the kid who Native in class
Discriminated against 'cause they feel they race get attacked
Til they come across your videos, think of the inspiration they'd have
If you represented them, when they see you hit the stage and then rap, how driven they would react
But you intimidated by facts
The more you hide it the more you widen that generational gap
And I ain't preaching, I'm teaching, 'cause he ain't teach sh*t
I showed your true colors, and how to raise these fists
It's the way we live
Ironic, being next to Ill' with his mask off... makes me sick (Sikh)
[Round 2: Illmac]
Listen, Gymbro Slice
He just got married 3 weeks ago... congratulations
Fast engagement
...They haven't dated
The fam' arranged it
Sikh's don't have sex before marriage... that explains it
I still remember my first time... at half your age, damn you're patient
Wait... you were a virgin until 3 weeks ago, right?
I mean you bang the cause
You obey the laws
His beliefs in a dispute with his p*nis like Judas and Jesus
Just took some pus*y to betray his god
But let's get off that, even his chick is strong
She lifts the bar, she into fitness and got bigger arms
You ain't been in charge since you asked her to open a pickle jar
Just picture that
Him like... "Ayo biggity baby, can you unscrew this sh*t?"
She acts like she can't, hands it back to him... after she loosened it
We've all been there, I mean sometimes it be like that
Gym couple, probably pushes two bench presses together... and sleep like that
Listen, this is that real bar sh*t
None of that fake ass indigenous hate crime sh*t
She coached him through his first time, like "I know you're gonna do your best."
Gym couple making love...hmmmp some "brute force" sex
She asked if he's close, he said, "Two more reps!"
She said "Lock in! I know you've got a few more left!"
Bet divorce papers what she gon' be serving you next
This battle bout to make little miss perfect your ex
'Cause you vowed to be faithful, but his word wasn't kept
Just got married, already flirting with death
That's all it takes
f*ck around and hunt him down, probably find him in the Garden State charming a garter snake
Apartment draped in caution tape
He died in Jersey but his body did the Harlem Shake
You might live, you won't be able to walk though
Testing cognitive functions, ain't no response though
Your brain go, you die slow
Pull the plug, they know and I know
Who cares if this fruit a vegetable? Tomato, tomato
Real Sikh -- real name Sukhwinder Singh
I'll Bruce Lee two piece, then a smooth clean jab
Like "boom, eep, bam"
I was running through P's fast
Had to pitch correct with the only pro tools we had
The auto tune you up, I'll do Singh (sing) bad
So much for leaving on a high note
Be quiet, I'm a misanthrope
I see your peak and keep climbing, I'm a billy goat
If he think it's me dying with that sh*t he wrote
Cheap China in the kitchen broke, 'cause Singh (sing) higher than a whistle note
Falsetto, palm the metal too
Dog, to tell the truth, you not developed, your songs are hella boof
We prefer you, Singh (sing), without music... like an acapella group
I'll stomp him flat
Dog, you really think you bulletproof 'cause you shaped like a Cybertruck... stop the cap
Lay him on his back, all I told the shooter was wounds & blood, body casts
You would've thought I'm Zapp
Cause Twork left Singh (sing) with a tube in his mouth like 'Computer Love', okay... Roger that
Maestro, I float on the track
They said he my clone, but if that's my flow then I don't want it back
Said he Real Sikh (sick), but he a fake Ill, hm, what a hypochondriac
Dog I'm back, so act like I ain't your hero you ungrateful weirdo
You told me I'm the reason you Sikh (sick), that's why my patience zero (patient 0)
Came for a classic, don't make me laugh, ha-ha
Slide with the arm swinging like I dance cha cha
Wifey on the johnson, don't be mad papa
The head from his old lady slamming like Grandmama
Congrats, you married your swolemate... they wake up at 3 or 4 from their sleep
4:15, drop and do 100 pushups on the floor with his queen
5:30, cracking raw eggs from the store they can drink
5:33, dip their face in Saratoga just to pour in the sink
7:46, I'll leave a corpse in the ring
Now his family doing a whole different type of morning (mourning) routine
Listen, this the ass-whipping that he earned
I'm holding his body, he bleeding out, gasping words
Like "give a message to my family if I can't return"
That's when I knew we had something in common, that confirmed
'Cause his dying wish was my last concern
I'm too arrogant for marriage, all this unbridled pride
I'm at his wedding, big blade tucked by my thigh
I'll let him finish their vows, then he get slumped by his bride
Loyal husband, cause of death; he stuck by her side
Time

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
He told Charron "You're rich, I'm not."
...Why not?
If you a struggling artist at 20, keep going...if you 39, stop
He still tries to drop music like he gon' make it
You know how I know that ain't working out?
You dropped your first song when I was ten years old dawg... I'm 30 now
I know everything 'bout you, I know who molded your pen
The battle rapper Eyedea, y'all heard of Eyedea?
He one of the oldest of vets, a GOAT in a sense
I know he's a legend, but the opiates made him overdose to his death
Your hero died by getting sick (Sikh), you following close to his steps
I'm tired of these rappers that are proud of being broke with respect
Close to 40 in debt
And can't pay his electric bill, and don't know how to spend
He inspired by Eyedea, but can't keep a lightbulb on over his head
In them 2 on 2s, Thesaurus was your personal guidance
Birthed what your style is
Helped you get perfect with rhyming
He be with you all nervous and quiet, you get murdered beside him
First time a Thesaurus won't have the words to describe it
The energy is real
Y'all look at our names, this is God's work
That was someone named Sikh he getting killed
'Cause he spent his whole career next to a Thesaurus, now he dyin' to a synonym of Ill
But when I tell the new fans why you a legend, they be tripping' fam'
How you won freestyle tournaments like Scribble Jam
How you wrote that Ketchup vs Mustard cartoon that was viral on Instagram
They be like "Ohhh" ...no one gives a damn
Boy had to rap as a mustard bottle to get the most views he done saw
Put all this thought in his rounds, then did a simple cartoon and it peaked the charts
You see the message?
You rapped for 20 years with little credit for your genius bars
But soon as you scream "Mustard", they ain't turn the TV off
You need to talk to the new fans, they takin' over this sh*t
Them freestyle tournaments and the cartoons, that's all they know that you did
Your highlights simple as sh*t you write when you open the fridge
Just Scribble Jam, Ketchup & Mustard, sound like a grocery list
Me and Jaz did a cartoon for you, it better stay on your schedule
We did Peanut Butter vs Jelly... yo when your refrigerator obsession grew?
When you found out you had to be animated to get the views
And rapping as food items the only way you digestible?
We used to say "These rappers is food"... he took that saying and kept it true
Made Geechi be Butter in the Box, Dizaster played as the Ketchup too
Probably got flash cards with food names they suggest for you
sh*t, let me draw one; I'll make you a vegetable
You a legend to half the culture, it's a blessing and a curse
You neglected the rest, they don't know why they say you top 10 to all the nerds
Look it up!
He won an event where Eminem was getting served in 97, but when Mac entered he got first
Look it up!
He was freestyling, repping for the burbs
The backpackers said he was the best they ever heard
Look it up!
Versus Bigg K he had a legendary third
Take these flowers as I tell them 'bout your worth
I hate to kill you, but when I do you'll be respected for your work
'Cause all legends gotta die to get the credit they deserve
You looking at the future
I live and breathe what my name is
Real Sikh, been making history since I came in
The energy that the greats give
Undefeated for two years, it'll get to three by December, no winning streak you can play with
You booked for who you was, the sh*t that's recent just ain't it
You been peaked, Ill ain't seen as the same since
There's less than ten performances that get the people to praise him
His name Mac, 'cause he running off the memory of like 8 gigs
Imagine this... battle rap died when the Covid era hit
Most the vets had quit
The whole pandemic shifted the culture
No competitive nature, views hit low percentages
Now battle rap just a memory 'cause no one helped it live
That ain't happen though, did it?
Battle rap was bout to fall, but SMACK invented Ultimate Madness to lift it
The fans were quarantined
First livestream battle presented was Real Sikh vs Jey the Nightw-- I'm at the beginning
No crowds, just the rappers and the staff in the building
Had to get them nose swab tests to show that we in rapping condition
All the airports were empty, we were traveling in 'em
Risking our health to give the fans classics to witness
That's why we here!
This the biggest event we had in a minute
This couldn't have happened if my era or my class ain't existed
Our sacrifices kept the masses attention
While the world was sick, we made sure battle rap had a prescription
And that helps you washed up legends, 'cause y'all bad for the business
All your matches lacking in interest
It take a rapper like me that respect the craft and is active in this sh*t
To call you out so you broke bums can get a bag you can live with
And I know the cameraman is your best friend, Avocado's your guy
So this the New Jack City plot but it's live
When Nino got G Money popped while he cried
'Cause your best friend shooting you while watching you die
I'm on that Jersey sh*t, that going all-out sh*t
Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds with?
You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now b*tch
'Cause you can't show up to work when you call out Sikh
JERSEY!

[Round 3: Illmac]
Listen here, you... big dumb idiot
You spent a round lecturing Rum Nitty on what hip hop is
He said "This sh*t been gentrified, I'm more hip hop, I always keep extra rhymes"... this all him
Clips, Nitty, Twork... lecturing black rappers on what hip hop is
Well spoiler alert, stupid... it's not this
"We used to cypher outside the events" ...ain't that you?
Well where's your cardboard at, motherf*cker? We used to break dance too!
I mean what, you thought you'd sign to SMACK and start a spray-tag crew?
Lame ass, probably think a microphone's a great tattoo
Hip hop savior, we'll get back to that
See, it's understandable, because he's only recently been "de-virginized"... which explains all this rap aggression
Extreme workout regimen tryna channel tensions
Sad pathetic 30-year-old grown ass man going through adolescence
"I'M MARRIED TO HIP HOP!" ...this your divorce from it dawg
True or false: premarital sex in Sikhism is morally wrong?
Am I wrong?
Well, wait... so there's nuances in a culture that outsiders shouldn't claim to be authorities on?
Interesting... you get it yet? We are not the same
Imagine a Clips, Nitty, Twork, a Hollow or a Day' coming to your temple and telling you how to pray?
What makes you so hip hop anyway?
Thinks he's the voice, like he should lead the culture
Meanwhile his spiritual side's in need of closure
Losing a cage match with this WWE persona
Plus that cheesy flow is mediocre
So the skill gap between us makes the age gap look even closer
You think you "so hip hop", the audacity... how many albums you dropped?
How many tours you been on?
How many events have you thrown?
Tell me who YOU'RE putting on?
Whose pockets you put money in?
Ain't opened up any doors
Excuse if I'm out of pocket, how many times I put money in YOURS?
See, all your sh*t is surface layer, plus
I heard his tape, it sucks
Like... "3 songs out" claiming he write a verse a day... for what??
You rap about rap, and I ain't got a dog in the fight
Might write a verse a day, ain't written a song in his life
I live what you rap about, you make it sound cheesy as hell
ASL interpreter; I put in work with these hands and that speaks for itself
Like, when I moved to LA, I slept on a couch a year straight, it was game-changing
You ain't put the same pain in
Literally lived in the lab, studio time and rent was the same payment
Back when my name wasn't quite known, songs that I made kept the lights on
I took battles mid-tour in Europe just to pay for my flight home
Flights was cheap but life was deep
His idea of paying dues is cyphers to 90's beats and leg day twice a week
And I ain't saying I'm "more hip hop than you"
I give a f*ck who's "hip hop" and you a cornball if you do
I'm just saying, you still think slogans matter
And being the doper rapper means writing a verse a day with interwoven patterns
It's all smoke & mirrors, Cloak & Dagger
Earn stripes in battles
Forgot the wars you go through matter
So next to a real vet it all sounds like stolen valor
See, there's levels you can't get
You stepped to a trained vet
At your age, I was what you never became, the legend you ain't yet
I get better with age, and keep reinventing to stay fresh
You get what I'm saying yet?
Real Sikh... Illm-- our names shouldn't even be said in the same breath
I can acknowledge your best achievements, but shut the f*ck up when I'm speaking
Only one who could cut me off is Kevin Beacham
I wrote with Tical, had Mustard memeing before Kendrick screamin'
Was underground in the lab cooking with Meth' like Jesse Pinkman
I did it off the top, Wreck Shop
I was on the block, feds watched
Even our cultures could've called it dog; headshot
Indian vs Indian, you know... Tomahawk, red dot
Bro, if you don't know the differences, let me list 'em then
When you had exclusive contracts, I was with the business then
And with the pen on the business end
I'm native to this, I'm really him
Independent and indigenous, b*tch, is you listening?
I put the "indie" in Indian
I'll split his cabbage, the kimchi stewed
*chw chw* minced seafood
*chw chw* really cooking, plus I'm nasty with the hands... like his street food
The [?], Pimp C smooth
He been watching me since preschool
Sikh, be cool!
He said "Word! I was in the 8th grade when you won the World Rap Championship" b*tch me too!
Let's talk about the true or false of it, dawg
In interviews, you said you'd run home from school to watch our sh*t, or nah?
You'd log on to WRCs, watch them in awe
That's why you look up to me like you acknowledge your god
See I expanded his universe, then a star would evolve
Gave birth to what would become Real, but it's cosmically flawed
'Cause now he's going out with a Big Bang in the same space that started it all
And Mook keep calling me out, I heard he a challenger
But he can't work with this caliber
TBL, set it up, f*ck around and see a real murder at Massacre
ILL!