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ibattle - real sikh vs. homeskool lyrics

[round 1: real sikh]
i got an offer from lexx
i said, “this call gonna end if it’s not dope.”
he said homeskool
i thought for a second, then i go…
“i ain’t ever want him. it’ll cost you some bread if it’s locked, bro.”
jeffrey dahmer: i saw an arm and a leg when i got home
i know he look like he don’t socialize and will go inside his sh+ll
but when you quote his lines, all he show is pride
he just can’t vocalize it well
deep down, he’s arrogant, need to be humble
don’t believe this lonely vibe he sells
lexx shook to book it, he hopin’ i won’t provide this l
i keep askin’ for comp’, lexx
and you give me someone livin’ with a complex
so i gotta leave home beside himself!
this “cheer for the underdog” style of his?
that’s his only tactic to try to win
if you could f+ck him up, you look like a bully, and he relies on it
he be like, “lemme guess, you’re gonna shoot me?
i’m sure you would. i’m not a violent kid.”
then why you walk in a art form built from a hostile environment!?
now, ‘cause you p+ssy, we can’t rap ‘bout conditions we survived against!?
that’s like walkin’ into a boxing ring, vaseline on your eyes and chin
gloves on like
“lemme guess, you’re gonna hit me in and outta consciousness?
well, joke’s on you, ‘cause i’m a b+tch!”
i give a f+ck…
yo! don’t give a f+ck if he a nerd + he asked for this!
i gotta line him up
buyin’ guns, while i’m decidin’ what he dyin’ from
can’t be too loud, only gon’ fire once i silenced ‘em
this nothin’ new: skool (school) gettin’ shot by the quiet ones
i only leave your carcass after drawin’ an imprint
your body outlined in every bar that i’ve written
use chalk before i leave skool (school) like bart in detention…
then skate on home: it’s the start of the simpsons!
ay, but+but…it’s homeskool wit’ a k ‘cause you can’t see (c) h
wow…
i’ll hit homeskool wit’ a k ‘til he hear that “c+h” sound!
don’t talk tough!
if he asks for a pic, i’mma hold the camera perfect
then hit him wit’ a round like anderson burrus
don’t talk tough
f+ck a drive+by when the car spun, only walk+ups
toss bucks to my shooter, he movin’ on drugs
just gotta sniff a line before he spark one
like your ace battle, he get lifted after a bump and put his arms up!
what, you gon’ make fun of my style, and how it seems so fast?
i’m ‘bout to…biggity+biggity+biggity+beat yo’ ass!
b+tch, i’ve been on more missions than your youth group got
they ‘bout to view you on a youtube drop
got a loose screw, shoot two shots
doot+doot! get a new rooftop
open the front of home with a bird: it’s a cuckoo clock
he can’t do that!

i ain’t even gotta hit him wit’ a shot i’d throw
we’ll watch your soul go outside your body and mind when i lock and load
if a hollow go (+fft+) by him, he gon’ stop, drop, and roll
gotta hit close to home like a “yo mama” joke
f+ck a+
f+ck a+
b+tch, you look like you be stackin’ up packs of lunchables
found out your wife a teacher
i’ll get at your lover, too
i only planned for you, but now i gotta be grabbin’ somethin’ new
a clip to fill in for a teacher
good thing i had a substitute!
flatten ya
when the mag’ i dump is through
i’ll let it drop out, then pursue what you love
i done had enough of skool (school)
y’all gon’ live and die together like old+fashioned couples do
know what i send at him? 22 (adam22)
your b+tch get clapped in front of you!
so this whole “take it easy on me” gimmick up
this is what…i have to do
battle you and not give a f+ck
hem him up, grab this dude
ask him who he think he was, then interrupt wit’ a grapple move
trip him up, hit him once, he drippin’ blood + back to you
swing and cut, half your tooth, different punch, battered, bruised
skin in lumps, black and blue, then we jump, at your crew
your friend get snuffed, as you snooze
if they stay past your bell ringin’, they gon’ have to pick him up after skool (school)!
rap wit’ who!?
you are undeveloped, ain’t worthy
this your first real battle, wit’ one of the best in jersey
won’t limit my drive
they say when you next to skool (school), you should slow down
but this nothin’ less than a 30
fight back
[round 1: homeskool]
i will beat you up!
you don’t seem too tough
you were startin’ to feel sl!ck
but i stay k!llin’
i’m wade wilson
‘cause i got real sikh (sick), then became a heel (heal) quick
now this body’s gettin’ ugly
if he expects to compete with me
then real sikh must be very ill in the head: it’s a fever dream
you’re never defeating me
you better just flee the scene
you should be more scared
it’s chemical warfare…your death’s gonna be a breeze!
you really think that you’ll murder me?
well, godspeed, like mercury
surgically worded schemes will prove that you’re weaker
it’s my job to level this corn, i am truly the reaper
shoulda knew you’d get ethered
i’m removin’ the leader
i don’t care if you’re “back with somethin’ sharp”
so was julius caesar!
the tyrant had to die
they asked for your death, and i planned it
so now i’m comin’ after sikh (sic): “semper tyrannis”
the threat’ll lie vanquished if i’m set to defeat him
yeah, you had the team of smack and beas’, but i’m the best for a reason
i don’t care if you got a seat with the higher+ups
so did president lincoln!
but let’s be honest…that’s exactly how he’s gonna belittle me
(+real sikh impression+)
“you battle mostly at home, so how could you mock what i’ve done on a bigger league!?”
and he’s got a point
‘cause he’s on the url app, where most of these scrubs never get to be
and he’s climbed those app rankings all the way up to number…163?
i didn’t even know url had 163 rappers!
what a low position!
i guess the chemo must’ve worked ‘cause your growth is missin’
most of your class hit the top of the whole division
you’re still in the bas+m+nt like prohibition
bro! even sha is ranked higher than you!
sha is 101 + it’s facts
even sha is ranked higher than you!
you have lost your appeal
your record is 5+10 + why would they offer you deals?
he isn’t the rage, it’s the digital age
when they want to make a movie, they no longer use real (reel)!
that’s why you wound up here
not to promote your new projects
they didn’t give home sikh ‘cause you were homesick
who’s condoning this nonsense?
when they gave sikh home, you shoulda known this was hospice!
they’re closing the process
‘cause you were slain in eight of your last nine battles on that stage you claim
k+shine somehow bodied you with lines that we heard jables say
now i don’t mean to harp on that l, but shine messed you up in a crazy way
i’m skool with a k ‘cause you can’t see h
you’re sikh with an h ‘cause you can’t see k!
i’m making waves, ‘cause i brought soul to the picture like macy gray in training day
the takeaway is we know that you’ll lose
no withholding the truth, i’m smokin’ this fool
you say i can’t show up to work if i call out sikh (sick)?
i say if you’re sikh (sick), you can’t show up for skool (school)
[round 2: real sikh]
i thought he was the man
‘cause he said one of his teachers took his virginity
then i remembered he was homeschooled, and his parents taught him
so i looked at him differently
had to guess which one of his parental guardians put him in misery
but when i heard his dad was a catholic preacher? then it made sense to me

[homeskool] not catholic

[real sikh]
since i’m sikh, and you’re christian
i put on a doc of your religion in my process
the way y’all describe the divine is psychotic
your higher power’s the father and the son, but also the holy+
i said, “what am i watching?”
got all three in one body, like these rounds that i’m jottin’!
i’m sikh!
the way we define god don’t defy logic
it ain’t no man in the sky plottin’
god is a energy, and i got it!
the bible? stop it!
my scripture’s written in music
every line’s in a rhyme pocket
it’s way better than the king james, skool (school)…i promise!
you the best in what league?
this whole culture don’t even know you
say “best from ibattle”, they think of the turban smoke dude
you gotta think, “this what a kid that’s homeschooled goes through”
your whole view is household rules
you only knew what your folks knew
uniform? no shoes
had a bowl of food if the stove’s used
only students he spoke to was the old broom and a roku
your bros used to roast you
your own room was homeroom
so if i slap home in school, where the f+ck he runnin’ home to!?
you ain’t have to go through what we had to go through!
makin’ it to public school before morning announcements start
after gym, you ain’t have to wait in line for the water fountain, dawg!
you never wrongfully got in trouble ‘cause you sat next to the class clown at all
you never walked to the pencil sharpener to show your outfit off!

what his education like!?

you never walked to the pencil sharpener to show your outfit off!
you ain’t have the day to throw your cap when you graduate
no parent+teacher conference ‘cause your parents were your teachers, so they ain’t ask your grades
never sat and waited for a test or handed back papers to your classmates
he ain’t have to take one and pass it down, but he gon’ take one and pass away!
who rap iller?
you rhymed “kung fu hustle” with “i’m much too subtle”
you ass! remove that filler
my mood has triggers
no slow death, i shoot fast
used to doodle in class: i know how to make skool (school) pass quicker
let it kick out the blue, it’s a clone of chun+li
get exposed on front street
ain’t even gotta two+piece him, only one swing
throw a punch clean
he ain’t gon’ make it back safe, but i got home in one piece!

there’s a difference

f+ck a firearm
i’ll have lexx’s prodigy lying scarred
when i put a blade in his chest
you do comic bars
think about thor with his hammer, at the time it formed
‘cause you’ll see a weapon inside the heart of a dying star!
if you grew up with immigrant parents, you had this dialogue:
that, just to get an education, they tried twice as hard, right?
couldn’t drive a car, had to climb a wall
zip line across the highest arc
trying to walk nine kilometers to class and survive at all
now i’m following in they footsteps, ‘cause me and skool (school) are miles apart!
i’m outside the spot that you livin’ in
while i’m in the whip, extended clip
the trigger finger get the window hit
‘til the living room, n0body living in
lemme switch the sh+t
my aim intricate, he don’t think it is
that’s why they shouldn’t have gave home sikh (homesick)
i ain’t never gon’ miss the crib!
banana clip, break through h+lla bone
gunslinging like your upbringing: the ‘k threw 12 at home!
when i see home on the range with a house on the farm
i’ll leave him in the middle of nowhere
don’t be cowardly, dog!
this another round that you lost
and i stay at this level, bro
i’m always here…that’s why i made this my second, home
good luck

[round 2: homeskool]
fun fact: sikhs all take the same surname + “s+i+n+g+h”
i just don’t understand this guy’s world
you all change your last name to sing(h)? what are you, the spice girls?
someone tell sporty singh not to war with kings
i will scorch the team with you inside
the name “singh” is a word that means “lion”?
then i’m gonna leave your whole family with wounded pride!
the truth is, i…
the truth is, i, like most americans, don’t know much about sikhism
but that’s helped you more than a lot
see, when a. ward says he’ll punch or throw ‘bows at his opps
they’re like, “what happened to ‘turn the other cheek?’ there’s holes in that plot.”
but you rap about murder, dismemberment, holdups with glocks
and they just assume it’s normal
they don’t know if it’s hot
‘cause the fans don’t know enough about the code that you’ve got
to recognize whether you broke it or not!
most sikhs are taught to use force as a last resort
but you pull a gun out for money + that’s good, right?
of course they buy that you’re “real sikh”
they haven’t learned what a fake sikh looks like!
all they’ve learned is getting wasted is something you ain’t supposed to do
and we’ve all seen you drunk, sikh (sick)
doesn’t that hang over (hangover) you?
but you know the truth? i’m an outsider
as far as judging his behavior, i’m the wrong guy for certain
but you said in an interview, some of your biggest criticisms come from other sikhs, who say you’re wearing the wrong kind of turban
you out here wearing incorrect headgear?
looks like you need to be made of different stuff
they’ve got the same problem with you that you have today
your material isn’t sikh (sick) enough!
the jig is up!
if i were you, i’d be angry with that
‘cause you mastered every little sk!ll in the chase of your craft
crafted every little syllable, made ‘em all stack
practiced every little flow with the cadence to match
just to hear your people say they hate the way that you (w)rap!?
who can blame if he’s mad!? we’d all be ticked
but the way that you rap will not be missed
yeah, it’s tight, but you’re a casual
you ain’t cut from the right kind of cloth for this!
you copy, sikh!?
enough of that
you’re done, in fact
i’ll son you bad
i’ll swipe the slippers off your cinderella story and crush the glass like a dunk from shaq
he brung a bag, and he’ll try to fit me in it
but it’s no use, like mint condition
he isn’t winnin’
i’m switchin’ his position to a gap in their memory
i’m putting the sikh (sick) in a casket: i’m acting preemptively!
don’t ever think this is home crowd gas
this isn’t the truth, and you know that it’s forced
you can’t say that i have home+field advantage when we’re in a house that supposed to be yours
round 2

[round 3: real sikh]
i heard people say you more ibattle than me…

[homeskool] debatable

[real sikh]
and judging by that reaction, that’s the sentiment that’s held here
‘cause i don’t always appear on cards all year
that i’m more of a url tier
there’s a difference in me bein’ ibattle ‘cause my presence is felt here
and takin’ ibattle’s presence and havin’ it felt elsewhere
you had battles on this platform before i first was gettin’ picked
no matter how much success i saw, i repped this league
i was birthed up into this
battled arsonal, the most+viewed
my whole third was written, just to credit ibattle and lexx
‘cause they worked to get me lit
you don’t see you only rose in the rankings here when i was out earning big events?
they only called you the best here when i was universally the sh+t?
.ibattle followed covid orders seen in quarantine
i mean, they had to get used to home ‘cause the world was getting sikh (sick)!
the nerve of this little b+tch
if you were made to be great, you woulda excelled to other stages today
but you stuck the way you grew up
never had an away game in the states
how homeskool never graduated from the place he was raised
a. ward and ace are the names you presentin’ in your list?
when you say you beat some of the best, it ain’t legit
if you never got wreck with an opponent, and met them where they lived
‘cause they gotta come to your backyard just to get it in
you don’t get credit for that win
it’s barely accepted as a quiz
so used to being homeschooled, he only got tested at the crib!

this the round i talk

this+ this+ he gotta hear this!
this pathetic wimp gimmick works here ‘cause we like what you wrote on a page
but ain’t no way you could go over to dre and open the gates
if you stood in front of smack, you wouldn’t know what to say
in front of a crowd of 2,500, you’d uncontrollably shake!
you can’t represent a league if you ain’t around the world upholding its name!
think cause you got the swag of squidward, that we think home is the face!?
what!?

he gotta hear this!
the thing about a home, it always has a ceiling

what, you finally battled in london?
heh…i did that four years ago
before my rap name had stain
kicked off the ultimate madness tournaments, when the caffeine app came
carried the culture when there was no crowds
can’t reenact the impact my class made
got nitty and solomon callin’ me out
almost main+evented with diz’ at battle of the bay
see, what’s understood don’t need to be said
so why are you making this something i have to say!?
body of the year wit’ dan
battled shine, ave, dna
with chilla, mike, and twork, i had battle of the year candidates
and i’m pat stay’s last match made on a smack stage!
my ibattle status…ain’t in question
it’s a target, a trophy to own
stuck to my style, motivated rookies
i showed ‘em the ropes
i flow wit’ the goats
k!lled magic, the goat of the flows
the new talent rappin’ in pockets?
got ‘em from the clothes that i’ve sewn
i inspire, rep my culture in the culture so dope
they got indian battle rappers now
sh+t, my genome is the mold
while you? what you do?
you? forever gon’ be locally known
all these battles you brag about, still ain’t drove any growth
for someone that wanna rap like you, or be on the road that you chose
there ain’t another randy vincent
you ain’t formed any clones
you know how i know this whole roster is crazy?
‘cause the lights are on and n0body’s home!
yo, lexx, the talent you bring this culture no one will know
to me, you always the goat
keep havin’ these dudes fighting for rankings, i’ve shown what i’ve shown
so if febou is the face, and home is the heart
i’m carryin’ the body that’s holdin’ them both!
i’m on that jersey sh+t! that going all out sh+t!
real sikh! and i’m the problem that you want rounds wit’?
you’re supposed to put in work, but that’s wrong now, b+tch
but you in my home getting schooled since you called out sikh (sick)!
jersey!

[round 3: homeskool]
i’m nonviolent, but my punches don’t feel that way
so if you don’t think you’re on the route to bleed
you must be higher than the bill from the er that you’re about to need
i doubt he’ll even survive me
you thought he’d win
and now this clown’s hooked up with an iv (ivy) like harley quinn
i’m droppin’ this joker, the plot’s not comical
you said you prefer debatables
that does not seem logical
i ain’t hearin’ ya
bacteria: i want the simplest body possible
speaking of bodies, did you know he’s a gym rat?
no, really – the bro is a gym rat
the fitness center was dodging their taxes, and he let the feds know that they did that!
the bro is a gym rat!
that will not fly
i ain’t giving you props, guy
you look like indian popeye

[real sikh] appreciate that

[homeskool]
your larry lobster+spongebob arms gonna do what when they send you my way?
you’ve been skipping leg day
i’ve been skipping exercise day
the best that i’ll say is they know he’s around
but i’m ibattle’s top pen, i won’t let go of the crown
the guy who deserves the anchor tattoos is me
‘cause my ink’s been holding us down!
i punch harder than math hoffa with the way i’ve been droppin’ the k!llers
it’s like tubes of superglue: i solidified my spot with gorillas
(+homeskool pulls out a tiny tube of gorilla glue from his pocket+)
nah, che guevara: i solidified my spot with guerillas
nah, jane goodall: i solidified my spot with gorillas!
nah, damon albarn: i solidified my spot with gorillaz!
sikh, i’m illa, and i was gifted before the ring like a bridal shower
i’ll bomb on you like harry truman, then take your place like eisenhower
you’ll go from holding a blade to low in the grave when i’ve got power
so call me “scott pilgrim” all you want
you’re the one who’s going from knives to flowers!
my finest hour’s here, nothing you brung is gonna stop it
and i didn’t need profanity, shock value, or guns to get it poppin’
i’ve proved i can shake a room with…nothing out+of+pocket!
you’re runnin’ out of options!
maintain your composure!
i’m takin’ you over!
why would i care if you’ve got an ace up your sleeve?
i put an ace on my…
nah, i’m not doin’ that with him, though
i ain’t gonna go and die
and we know your type, but you’re gonna need more than flow, my guy
we know that you’re great at hitting pockets…but so am i!
(+homeskool pocket+checks the back pockets of real sikh’s shorts to the crowd’s delight & real sikh just as quickly lifts his arm up to prevent a potential scuffle. they both give each other pats of sportsmanship.+)
and so he dies! what was written is sealed
i don’t believe in reincarnation, but if it’s for real
i hope you come back to life as…me, so you can know how this victory feels!

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