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letra de iron solomon vs. bigg k - rare breed entertainment

[round 1: iron solomon]
at first i was skeptical about you and i competin’
it’s gon’ be super awkward at our next illuminati meetin’
and no matter how great i did, he’s the white hood’s favorite
they’ll say every round was k…k…k- you get the hang of it!
still i’m bleeding this blue-blood
’cause adam said if i break down ku klux and take k out…i get you, lux! (u lux)
white bread getting chewed up, plus they fed me the cake
and i’ll never relate, to leaving food just left on the plate
the flavor that kenny caters isn’t anyone’s taste
so they needed a seasoned chef to get the recipe straight
to me, you wasn’t worth eating at your heaviest weight
and them veggies you ate, don’t make this body any less of a waste
can y’all digest what’s at stake (steak)?! he’s raw, ’til i pan fry him
when y’all need rare this well done, you cast iron!
but y’all don’t know the difference between hennessy and hooch
i put rummy on the rocks, y’all gave me remy on the roof
take a poll: who’s more potent, which liquor is the truth?
you’ll see me havin’ double his percentage as the proof
on dry beach, it might seem like me and you chums
til you swimming in the water with me and you chum
know the bait, you the meal getting k!lled in this cage fight
tonight you finna see who’s really the great white
b-tterflies in your stomach, the feeling of stage fright
and i’mma keep cutting until we the same height
in the most heinous act, since ronald reagan created crack
so cl-ssic y’all gon’ have to play this back on betamax
wave an axe at your memory bank, get your data hacked
put paws on this p-ssy over bread, like the bodega cat
and he’s gonna rap his riddles ’bout cooking up crack and crystal
his struggle and packing pistols, or mook and a bag of skittles
and you can all laugh…a little
but it really ain’t that official
it’s sad cause he had potential when grabbing his pad and pencil
but his angles are..bad..and simple.. but still he might get your attention
while he clowns me cause my pops is a successful musician
which has me kind of confused
what they be trying to prove?
i mean ain’t a career in music what you aspiring to?
if we wasn’t tryna make money writing our tunes
neither one of us would even be inside of this room!
but he gon’ criticize my father, then paint me like some giant monster
’cause i’m jewish, and “divide and conquer’s” the white colonizer’s mantra
a problematic angle for an anglo-saxon white performer
to mock a minority in front of the african diaspora
so when the racist jewish jokes in his rhymes fall flat
try to picture what he probably says behind your back
am i lyin’? all facts
oh…and when you guys all clap
he gon’ cut me off by calling “time” like that

[round 1: bigg k]
they say iron solomon is tryin’ to be the battler of the year
good for him…until then he hadn’t battled in some years
he ran away from them skittles and went back to a career
but it’s been “f-ck what you heard” since mook busted a package in ya ear
now you here, back in battle rap
you showin’ signs of progression
older and wiser with a family, no time for the stressin’
congratulations on ya kid and and ya wife, that’s a blessin’
i heard y’all threw skittles instead of rice at ya weddin’
p-ssy, you panderin’ to the bloggers and the fans
tryin’ to win they respect back as a rapper, ’cause you lost it as a man
i will uppercut ya motherf-ckin’ jaw into the stand
c-ck-sucker! i sock puppets: i’m talkin’ wit’ my hands!
i pull up, slidin’ doors, hoppin’ out a van
sh-lls blaze from a twelve-gauge, he hoppin’ out his vans
i hit a l!ck with the split to profit wit’ my fam’
bury the bird to the head like an ostrich in the sand
i’m like that holmes, ’cause the sh-t i pack might crack bones
i told chilla, “he’s seasoned” but he done ran into a spice rack jones
the next time you see him, i bet he got an eye patch on
i’m a made man, i do you dirty, clean iron and board (ironing board) the flight back home

{bigg k calls time. arp starts to end the round and then k gets it back}

to the dome, fill his cap wit’ slugs about to oowop
i got that metal on the arm like a boom box
but if i creep i’ma pack the snub, just a few shots
if they geek, i’mma wax his buds, we make moon rocks
who hot? y’all let the minor seem major
20 battles in 10 years? i done seen greater
but he got the lime light, cool, i got a green laser
ten guns i point seven (.7) like teenagers
that’s drug talk, don’t worry if you ain’t catch it
i just flew 20 p’s, i’m worried cause he ain’t catch it
i’m punchin’ in the first, flurrying in the second
the big gamer, establish who’s worthy of bein’ legend
no question
cause we not sellin’ dreams
the g lot never on [?] bet it ring
it’ll wet iron like the jeans hot, let it steam
y’all gon’ give k the w like b. dot spellin’ “queen”
me? they know what’s up fam’, bangin’ to the gun jam
this lead tuck feel like a head b-tt from a young ram
or .140 that’s unloaded (on loaded) like a lux fan
nah, i came with the sweeper like a dust pan

[round 2: iron solomon]
he didn’t choke, that wasn’t a choke
ran out of breath or his throat was sore, surely
but he got it back like o-red when his vocal cords jersey’d
when kenny’s in the lab, he makes incredibly real rap
letting the steel clap; on records with illmac’
and the mixtape that he drop, been keeping the streets hot
“bigg k presents: my second round vers’ t-top”
volume 2
and he’s with the beef
so if he don’t like some sh-t he reads
he gon hit the block to silence you…on his twitter feed
so watch your beaks cause the dog see’s all your tweets
keep flappin’ ya gums if you don’t want your t–th
please, you a bird and your talk is cheap
it’s tree sap: beneath that bark, you sweet
traded internet threats with john john for weeks
like you wanted that smoke more than chong & cheech
call us geeks, and nerds, but who has seen k whilin’?
dude ain’t meet j challenge, truth is he ain’t violent
a lot of talk, but don’t do sh-t: dj khaled!
filet mignon: in that type of beef, a g stays silent
so these “champs” each have names: o-red and dna
’cause this one could chip a tooth, but this one takes t–th away
so act like you got alopecia, k, you don’t need this fade
now back when you was jacking his swagger from miss piggy
i coulda took a look and -ssumed that he’d get busy
but n0body woulda been shook of big kenny
if they knew that under all that fat, he was this skinny
you disgust me k
i don’t know what to say
a real man. . is built. . like a lump of clay
bro i betchu had vegetables for lunch today!
you so p-ssy, you probably know how much you weigh
our only thing in common’s that he’s pale, now that kenny’s frail
he’ll never be as heavy as me, on any scale
if you only have the hunger when you’re fat then you should eat
cause ever since you lost the weight you’re half the man you used to be
so who’s feeding this dude? food leading him all raw
it ain’t an og if he teach you the rules wrong
30 plus in the trap, sleeping on futons
i live on a one way street with a huge lawn
paper long as a cvs receipt with the coupons
these days, you need to pay me just to hear the prices
cause i been k!lling giants, david facing real goliaths
been bombing on these mc hammers/vanilla ices
call me “osolomon bin laden”, “vanilla isis”
what i’m sharing you need to learn
what you hearing could feed the herd
how i’m eatin’, i don’t need the beef with birds like vegan verb
you see the swerve, got me toe to my nose in that polo logo
and tonight i’m f-cking up more bands than yoko ono
this is valuable k, you hearin’ out my two cents
but if you ain’t pay attention you don’t know how to invest
what’s worth more than street credit? is this reality check
’cause time is money and we care how ours (hours) is spent

[round 2: bigg k]
if i booked you, i wouldn’t want a call back
cause you the same every time, i ain’t judgin’, dawg wack
he be like, “when you battled this guy, you said, ‘such and such’ and all that
rock, paper, scissors, those punches couldn’t cut it on smack.”
facts
it’s no wonder those chumps don’t like me
i ain’t get slapped like charron or punched like mike p
you gotta fit a stereotype, you do cause you geeky
believe me y’all, it play a factor
or you can stand there like glueazy and call yourself a “cracker”
he be like, “i’m a white boy, a flame spitter; fire cracker.”
and watch the whole crowd in the back go wild after
i mean, i’m just tryin’ to keep it trill, it ain’t cause y’all some nice rappers
that’s why the first time you want ill they ice packed ya
the fans said you lost, you ran away cryin’ like a shook, wet, geek
they be sayin’ i lost, i’ll be booked next week
you supposed to turn url into the ufc
stole mook and sock it to the plug like the usb
but oh no, it’s time to dance, he got two left feet
he was shiverin’ in his timberlands and 2x tee
what i’m bearing under covers thought i knew ness lee (nestle)
but you took that lip then (lipton) got ya bag and dipped, you the new nestea
test me
i got my foot on the gas, light a match
they ain’t been whoopin’ my -ss, i’m just not fightin’ back
i got real life battles i’m tryin’ to keep my mind attached
like try watchin’ yo’ mom dyin’ while you tryin’ to write a rap
i crack
f-ck battle rap fans, they not fans of battle rappers
they battle rap fans, that’s why when we drop a tape we can’t recoup none of that
i’m lyin’? well why king los and mook comin’ back?
facts
that’s why i need my paper in every town
these leagues will violate and try to rape ya like every clown
so yeah i do it for the chips, cry baby, settle down
you corny as a bag of bugles and try angles (triangles) every round
wow, i finally got you on the menu cousin
you need angles to rap about cause you ain’t been through nothin’
new heaters, two pieces, ain’t a swimsuit comin’
i got a bullet for you and every fan d-ck you suckin’
i don’t think you know how you be comin’ across
you give respect to disrespect, you’re not humble you’re soft
see you can tell him, “f-ck you and the millions of jews that died by the millions.”
and you’ll say, “i can dig it my brother. it’s just a difference of opinions.”

[round 3: iron solomon]
now i don’t know if y’all know this, but he used to be an inmate
“bigg k”, even the kid’s name’s about his case
we get it
you did time in prison, trapped inside the system
life in that cell block a b-tch, like wifey trippin’
so i hope i’m never pressed to do the numbers he has done
but my record behind these bars is twenty-three and one
i mean all day and barely anybody seeing son (sun)
while kenny been booked for everything, a through to z
having a rap sheet don’t mean you gangster to me
name being on papers ain’t gon’ pay you a fee
either way, them two f’s’ll never make you a g
…….word?…..
they just keepin’ ya money shorter
you like a mexican trump supporter
preventin’ yourself from crossing your own country’s border
“banned from canada” is the state that arp found him in
having to take less money for three rounds again
no matter how highly kotd values him
only being able to book k ot (d) devalues him
and smack was a stage you used to want to be on
to get your music buzzin’, how’s that humming along
t-top sent you to heaven
would your brother condone
how you went from missing his funeral, to showing up to your own?
poor kenneth never gets a fair chance because he’s white
but last week with jc i had “battle of the night”
in 2017 with nitty i had “battle of the year”
was there a black iron solomon that magically appeared?
or you tryna justify your self-sabotaged career?
now if he wasn’t so insecure, ’bout the lack of melanin in his pores
he could look up to what i’ve done with this skin, i’m dr. zizmor
with your p-ss poor att-tude, b-tchy mood every interview
looking like glueazy but acting like glue-difficult
it’s business, not personal
make the most of it, remain emotionless
cause throwin’ fits at 30 years old isn’t age appropriate
you focusing on things with smack that aren’t important
you say they name more than the people who do marketing for ‘em
“norbes and his boy from the war report. they took advantage of me.”
how are you a man if you can’t even stand up to p (pee)?!
temper tantrum mcghee, we used to battle for free
so i’m a make this look good however handsome the fee
these are moments up here i want my grandson to see
so the lessons you shoulda learned from the fights that you fought
is that value ain’t always about the price or the cost
sacrifices and a loss, just the life of a boss
staying ten toes down, jesus christ on the cross
meaning even if you getting strung up by your brothers
you gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other
but in this moment you dying, start losing your eyelids
i done dug you a ditch, you gone go right inside it
how many seconds is left?
y’all know what the time is?
…just long enough for that moment of silence

[round 3: bigg k]
they say it take more than punches, that sh-t wrong as f-ck
them back to back haymakers will have a b-tch ballin’ up
so even if you got other weapons, i’ma still call ya bluff
you can win the fight with all punches, just hit hard enough
what? now come get me, you 5 feet and 150
i’m the road dogg jesse james, a bad -ss gun wit’ me
i don’t why the f-ck these haters think he can f-ck wit’ me?
you came back off a hiatus and lost to rum nitty
i’m the f-ckin’ truth
i’ll chase rum for thinkin’ he 100 proof
runnin’ loose low in the fo’ fo’ and the bubble goose
had the cop followin’ footprints, -the bl–dy boots
they’ll find rum in the bathtub like jungle juice
or i could tie him up, bring him to the van
and then let the pit bulls eat the fingers from his hands
take him out to the desert and leave him in the sand
cops gon’ have az taped off when they find pieces of a man
i said yo, i let the chrome spoke
pistol whip him ’til a bone poke
split his face then get a case like my phone broke
these old b-tches got no business wit’ grown folk
let me talk to this -ssh0l-, watch ya tone loc

{chokes}
go ahead. time bro

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