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letra de daylyt vs philly swain - king of the dot

[round 1: daylyt]
my return to this rap shit, i been pondering quite thinking
should i retire cause y’all done seen enough of them light spankings
well let’s get straight to them gun lines
i’ll lay everybody out flat when i’m gunning it’s like planking
i’ll michael jack son, put you under a white blanket
daylyt, son too real, my guns do peel, block monsters
whoever come through k!ll, we’ll chrome your whole head
my address is 122 south guns drew hill
chill, you a bomb pillar? y’all k!llers?
nah n-gg- really jake, your whole city fake, you godzilla
hot triggers, bring them trucks around here
everybody in that nissan dead
your moms, your pops, your aunt, niece, son, dad
got the tommy’s for you rats, jerry, i thunder curls
you must be nuts, like can thugs i gun you squirrels
wolfing, bring than van by here (vampire)
my bloods will put you underworld
wins? none you girls
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out like it’s debo guarding
three fo’s scar your cheek, throat pardon
you get that one cut then the fights over i don’t care if you had neosporin / neo sparring’
punches thunder but i need no harden for you f-nny pack guys
hand over that will/wheel or get that chair like the handicap sign
pardon me, i’m snapping like a ghetto chick iron to your tee/tea, the kettle’s lit
glocks will leave you see through in the ocean, get a box, jellyfish
he ever snitched? guarantee he better ditch
you said k!lling quenches your thirst?
you riding? n-gg- all your shots see air and miss (sierra mist)
i cherish this, as far as that fair fight, sorry bro, no fade
it’ll be more bullets flying and ghost turning than the mario boat stage
i’m so raged cause these b-tch n-gg-s trying to bite my style
well as far as the battle go, i’m really feeling like i got this one
f-ck what you talking bout! remember that phrase?
you win some and you lose some, but your live to see another day
well not this one!

[round 2: daylyt]
i feel like this is your championship, but i’m on a scary spurt
so everybody i’m watching horry
nowadays battling is like the projects, everybody got a story
that bored/board me but no balling on the hard floor
no securities so what you put up the guard for?
you would/wood get ooh’s/uz’ but you the reason why the card-board/bored
i’m a force in this star wars, draw fours if the bird is stepping
steel past his skin i k!ll half his men (min) like 30 seconds
heard he repping chicken scurred jump ’em til they wrapped his sheets
kicking, ain’t seen this much birds stumping since happy feet
you cats is street but fall flat with beef flying
you pussies out of control? i charge cats the fee lines (felines)
your street riding? i’m more gutter than a crackhead bunch
i’ll give ’em more dots than a pacman lunch
click cals, you gon’ see a big “pow!” it look like an old batman punch
punk imagine you try and swing fast, get your whole team crashed
just for thinking you ready to rumble, you’ll get a dreamcast
spleen smashed, dying good, squeeze metal i wish the iron would
telling all them stories, i’ma leave you a little red for writing hood
i’m hood, i hurt n-gg-s, no in my hood i murk n-gg-s
straight suit to the dirt n-gg-s
can’t shoot, little man get his face blew/blue, i smurf n-gg-s
this is work n-gg-, best to get with this shit or get you b-tches buried
i could bring death in this shit (definition) without that dictionary
scary? nah, i flare and the tecs spray
y’all type n-gg-s get bucked and squares get left red
chest spread, break his heart, put a dot on top of your eye/”i”
turn you upside down, now what’s your explanation/exclamation…
mark!

[round 3: daylyt]
is it them hard dreams? nah it’s 10 sh-lls spray if i spark that ruger
it ain’t funny, but i’ll give ’em l-k’s no martin luther
cold bruh man, four fifth, tommy, one shot the pumps yours
give your peep holes, but it’s not at the front door
stunt boy and them sh-lls sticking
it’s h-ll’s kitchen if you quails pitching
i k g’s, your whole team will need that doc if them sales ticking (celtics)
frail kitten out with that saddest scream
more metal than a knight but it ain’t that glady’s scene
he better tell that b-tch to bounce or else
that tramp will lean (trampoline)
i mean, i got that tool n-gg-, you better move n-gg-
before i put you down to earth like a cool n-gg-
i triple ace n-gg-s, make shit ooze out this guy’s face
all your friends will get hit with that tom if they don’t move out of my-space
we go bombay so get out of a don way
play debo get hit with the big eagle/ego like beyonce
nine’s spray, god’s light, i’ll fire like i ain’t do my job right
they say who the g’s? us like we came out of god’s wife
watts, i could tell you that it’s war, them claps city streets
you and your man get turned into ghosts
that’s just a pair of normal activities (paranormal activity)
i ate him for the cash, debit card, you never can pitch my lose
any opponent get turned into ash so whoever they pick, i chew (pikachu)
this shit ain’t cool, they calling me like 10/4
get low like a limbo, please, i’m homer in the breeze how i win dough/doh
spit so hot so it’s whoever they stood in murk
they said you can’t win bills cause b (bill cosby) too nice
and he put in / pudding work
pull up to this jerk street, he hollering when i sent them hollows in
will be waving more arms than a hitler following
see that clip? don’t bother it
you’ll get beat down before you get to spray
spark, put something in your heart, you michel/le
quick to play, i get paid per view, so get this live
your whole block will go out of space if i give your district 9’s
now the stats show that a few comments saying i rap slow
this for all them n-gg-s that’s doubting i like flow
in fact, i hate you, i will mask and tape you, pat then scr-pe you
dash, case you, blast his face through, plastic tables, past the staples
i will drastic state you casket slate you, pastor wait you
ashes vase you, smash the vase too, you got dough?
them stacks is vague too, you got a maybach?
yeah after april
i’m rich b-tch, paris hil, flair the steal if you air, i k!ll
your whole circle will get boxes, you’re a ferris wheel
tell them parrots chill, that ain’t something that real crooks say
you a street fighter? n-gg- you vega you got metal in your arms, but you still look g-y
my hand got ’em, leg shot ’em, guaranteed there’s gon’ be leg problems
beam ya, trina ain’t the only one with a red bottom
yeah i got ’em, i really feel like i got this one
remember that phrase? your win some and your lose some
but your live to see another day…
well not this one

- king of the dot

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