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letra de real deal vs. charron (title match) - king of the dot

[round 1: real deal]
i said, he’s right! he’s right!
i said that sh-t in toronto because…i thought it was tough
but you know why i’m brian peeples to this day right now?
’cause like a man, i called to apologize no matter how awkward (okwerdz) it was
now look…i’ll never front
canadian icon, one of the best in the bunch
an even better human being, so respected and loved
your title match was incredible
the pride of ottawa, a legend to us
i just had to give him his flowers…’cause godd-mn, i miss bender so much
this sh-t- yup!
i said- yup!
i said, this sh-t was suicide thinkin’ he was next for the belt
soon as you signed that contract, 3 rounds, 2 minutes, 30 seconds as well
so you start this freestyle sh-t, i’mma do the clock-checkin’ myself
because detroit will be the only time that’s givin’ trevor an l!
the rain man of battle rap can’t use the same deck we’ve been dealt?
when he says sh-t like, “i have a small d-ck!” “facts!” “pause…but that ain’t what you press on that cell!”
’cause you know what they say about real deal, his approaches is clever as h-ll
so if you f-ck up a flip off top against mr. angle here, you’ve brock lesnar’d yourself!
you’re welcome, homeboy!
i was seein’ how you was tryin’ to bubble
i shouted your name, took some extra time to hustle
i shared the trailer, so the viewers online will double
’cause i’m the goat
i gave you a push before the shot: you are bryon russell!
i said, when i won this sh-t, i seen my state hold me down like a waco scene
so it ain’t pittsburgh
it’s pennsylvania if they tell me, “name yo’ team”
’cause my philly people see the cloth as boul (bowl) cut from, like a ’90s anglo teen
you’re lookin’ for the writing on the wall – it’s (wallet’s) not there
i’m money wit’ the chain like jnco jeans!
pick an alternative route!
boy, be glad i just clowned you
keep it rap, or i will smack the soybean allergy out you!
i say, y’all know how teachers get when they thought you were daydreamin’
poppin’ a vein, red-eyed, optical strain, freakin’
pay attention! notice the work!
i fought all the way, even broke my back to get here
i’ll break yours, gotham and bane beatin’!
f-ck a chill pill! start googlin’ oxycontins and pain treatment
’cause i’ll stomp your face while your body just shakes tweakin’!
crowd gathered ’round like, “stop it! he ain’t breathin’!”
’cause they heard how loud the heel came down like bobby “the brain” heenan!
i said…
f-ck is he talkin’ about!?
f-ck is he sayin’!?

all this aggressive-ass temperament when you sweet as a peppermint
usin’ columbine and sandy hook to work to your benefit!?
you embrace that school shooter sh-t!
i don’t teach in newton, connecticut
you bring a shotty to my school, i got a fifth-grade girl who’d f-ckin’ beat you to death with it!

- king of the dot

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