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king of the dot - saynt vs. grey fox lyrics

[round 1: grey fox]
i said you look like a f-ckin’ punk to me
yeah you better keep that same energy
like how n-gg-s fakin’ they generous
chopper cut his locks off we breakin’ and entering
you ain’t even a steppin’ stone. you just a patsy
this n-gg- flail his little b-tch arms all around, i ain’t never been that flashy
we front line
me, conflict, edward and p-ss in oakland, sh-t look like black panther rally
that one time broke ’em
f-ck a punchline slogan
get cut right open
or the motorcycle off akira how the gun slide open
put a young n-gg- on time out
like we wasn’t in the streets bleedin’
they put a black face on everything but jesus
but we embraced it, right?
like dr. sivana i was heavy with them demons
half -ss apologies, that sh-t was never really even
chargin’ high for all that gucci, they put a price on everything but freedom
hard body
we cut from the cloth and it fits like armani, his bars sloppy
lush, your boy raw but he was never really cookin’ and he lack season
the irony that geechi left you behind and ain’t wanna claim you this tax season
it ain’t a bad reason
i look at saynt like sideshow bob and joaquin phoenix
cause he got this clown act down pat
these n-gg-s trash
just another dummy in a mouse trap
it’s only right we found rats
what’s this? king of the dot
put your money where your mouth is?
stomach shot, i’m tryna put his tummy where his mouth’s at
he off beat
it’s funny he the one that’s a clown but i’ma be here all week
but i wanna see if his jaw’s weak
a fist goes in a mouth like wolf of wall street
an arm reach, cut off his heart beat
he already know he a clone
sh-t, i’ma dope boy that ain’t wanna let that opium go
we don’t f-ck wit’ rats
i ain’t even play the snake game off the nokia phone
this saynt’s theme
the jab, just a set up for the punch that’s a frank scheme
i’m that nice but the game mean
these n-gg-s think they got stripes ’til they face me
so many bodies they cover these f-ck boys with the same sheet
get done dirty bleedin’ out but the blade clean
heard the shotty c-cked and watch his body rot like gangrene
this take two
what i say i was good with the hands and breakin’ down a brick like wreck it ralph?
and that’s true but this a blood sport
i’ll break a brick down before a fight like frank duxx
but this sh-t like boy meets world
he a little over 6 feet sh-t i ain’t realize the boy’s this tall
big blade, cut off both feet now he four feet tall
the west ignorant
you don’t get a partic-p-tion award or an e for effort
he don’t get no life insurance, just a death certificate
f-ck boy round 1

[round 1: saynt]
grey fox ….
sound like a cougar b-tch chat room username
you’se a lame
you think saynt losin’?
then you must be mentally handicap or you usin’ ‘cane
bane break his back his spine shaped like a boomerang
and still throw his back a round
leave then spin back around
clap ’em down
that’s just in case he remain conscious
gave his soul a homecoming
yeah i put that sh-t beyond seances
saynt wildin’
this ain’t a 30 it’s a strong 2-1; klay thompson
you can’t stop it, you trash too hefty and that drags
that’s sad
if you mad, suffocate wit a glad bag
nina clean, that’s my la spark she can’t jam
you do c-ke and that base is loaded like grand slams
so for breakfast you can get knocked out wit’ two rights
i don’t need a smith to work my magic i’m too bright
with footwork like kobe you’ll die cause of bad posture
think k!ll bill , i came to k!ll a fox that’s black mamba
triple entendre monsta, i’m here to shock a few
blanca, wavin’ yo’ white flag is what you bouta do
he drop in two, i swing first cause that’s what you gotta do
these hands? sharp
and the first one to black cause that’s what barack’ll do
yeah it’s a wrap, somethin’ like osama i’ma obama you
i promise you, the hawk got bodies i’m not frontin’
a hot bird you’ll be kissing a phoenix that’s scott summers
i need a big fish on my plate so who gon’ show up?
i guess i’m ant man, n-body gon’ see me till i blow up
i’m finna glow up
sho nuff
tell chilla i got a round
cause i’m past qp i have to shrink to quantum realm
plus you from the west so this like civil war, no cap’
how could you make somethin’ dissin’ a great and don’t snap
f-ggot please you prolly double my weight but still ain’t half of me
ya swaggers weak you and ya b-tch is a couple bags for me
i ain’t gotta brag, i’ll rent a jag and she can have a seat
i got ya boo in (booing) the hottest sh-t in the world like c-ssidy
grab the heat and clap at his feet
now fox a dancer
a lotta shots, sh-t spew outta fox, its propaganda
or a gun b-tt make that boy forget what he think
the brain damage turned his memory bank to hilary banks

[round 2: grey fox]
from field n-gg-s to the battle field
see he always show up to the fight but he don’t gimme that battle feel
i’m at ’em still
see saynt like an amateur magician
he just a kid tryna sell tricks without a silly rabbit
they said, “heavy is the head that wears the crown”, but you never really had it
i’m legendary status
see these n-gg-s joke about death, i know life isn’t funny
he don’t want the fight to get ugly
he ain’t old enough drink but he can die for his country
real sh-t
see you gonna get this grown up sh-t when you battle me saynt
this bay sh-t straight gasoline flames
these n-gg-s battle rappers – real life, we had a battle each day
about 3 to 4 good bars a round how he average each game
one bullet in the chamber the slide had a clean frame
we get to know each other, like one finger on a the trigger how we had to relate
now i had a let finger go for that disrespect like a j-panese gang
he ain’t even think he could win, yeah but he thought he could come to oakland bruh
and tie with the fox like zootopia
these little boys have an accountability phobia
see we both was raised on two different sides of a dystopia
these young n-gg-s come and go
yeah i was a late bloomer but was valued for my longevity like magnolia
young boy i just want you to make it
i knew my enemies didn’t want me to make it
that illmac ‘raising the bar 11′ and nipsey been apart of the playlist
whether it’s gun or bourbon barrels, i hope you make it threw the ages
we had to tell em quick
see lush put you against me to teach you a lesson
this ain’t the first time i had to raise someone else’s kids
this sh-t like a smack card
saynt put a lot in to this rap sh-t
yeah just ask david rockefeller, it ain’t enough to just have heart
he had a bad start in the first place
he thought he was holier than thou just off the word “saynt”
this sh-t is crazy, all that first grade word play, he ain’t even caught his first case
he a young b-tch
grown man, all them fight days was work days
i was knockin’ n-gg-s out my age when i was your age
i said the chrome off safety
or i could go across saynt with a stone washed blade
they said, “go off frank.”
yeah west west, but the whole coast not safe
see they tried to offer me a fruit, but i already know y’all snakes
it’s like i gave you a shot but expect out you the lone shark way
cause everything he make and put together got the same pattern like its goyard made
see the problem is y’all kids do what the f-ck you want
sh-t, we use to have to wipe the serial from the gun
in mom’s house, we couldn’t even open two different types of cereal at once
the f-ck you mean
“lookin’ like he ate a 100 sh-ll clip”
what he say?
“100 bucks to his chest boy – that’s money well spent”
nah this bay sh-t, them bullets poppin’ at his collar
i’ll send one buck to his brain, don’t let his money go to your head young boy gonna learn the value of a dollar

(round 2: saynt)
now he just came wit’ all these bars ’bout how he would hurt the kid
burner in his mouth, now your breath really smell like dirty cigs (sig’s) n-gg-
but, god gave me a blessing
but still teachin me a lesson
cause i’m past you, but still sharing my gift just by being present
cause you wrap good, but its like a heathen speakin to a reverend
and all that babel is him just reachin’ for the heavens
and i’m from there, so i never reach, i just reminisce
long range nothin’ but net, naw i ain’t rimmin’ this
yo’ b-tch trash and you eat that -ss ugh you rimmin this?
you sick as sh-t
dirty as vermin the sh-t is aggravatin’
so i can’t rest until every rat gets eradicated
i’m clappin’ faces, yeah i got the k to y’all clowns
and there won’t be another rat if i (ratify) lay the law down
you gettin’ camera time, cut to yo’ face , yeah that’s my favorite part
revolver, i put these chambers in ya chest you’ll have a change of heart
they say i’m one big battle away and i can make it
one shot, turnin’ everything around like the matrix
i compete and that’s why me and battle rap are compatible
cause i’m the best, let a n-gg- say i don’t deserve to battle him
i’m dolo davinci i raise my own hands and load my own glock
so i ain’t need no body to pick me i made my own shot
plus i’m a cancer, i just want y’all to know that’s a moon sign
so when you see that i made my own shot, just watch the moon shine (moonshine)
and moon shine? well that’ll be the reason for my wave
you defeating saynt? impossible, never try me
is you drunk? n-gg- put the gin aside (genocide) i’m k!llin’ everybody
cause yo’ material low quality, yeah all that’s borin’
my cloth different, more threads than a talkback forum
see y’all run to the ‘net when its beef, that’s how they let it out
they be the first to tele a ‘gram (telegram) usin’ clicks to get they message out
but me? i took the better route of garnering fans
but these dudes is fiends, do it all for the ‘gram
and i really got hands in real life, ill embarr-ss ya
cause you lyin’ and ya tweets too long, you outta character
plus you from up here, you supposed to win wit’ me in yo’ court
but you a fox, not a wolf, so he ain’t king of the north
these’s 7.62 right through his vest, now they can see his heart
yeah the iron light up his chest since he wanna be a stark
and tell yo’ b-tch to stay outta my texts i got a message for her
cause if you a king, then she coretta
ill send bloods wit berettas for her
the steel on me, you steal on me? i ain’t got time for no fightin’
arm wavin’ at a fox like swiper no swipin’
yeah that’s simple, we don’t need no mention we at n-gg-s
sneak attack caught him lackin’ laughin’ at twitter
he had just locked his phone seen the frame of the gat in it
that’s crazy, he seen a tec (tech) flash through a black mirror
n-gg-s dead, feelin’ like he had a 100 sh-ll clip
100 bucks to his chest, boy that’s money well spent

[round 3: grey fox]
they said, “keep your enemies close.”
i know the reaper, snake n-gg-s and them crackers waitin’ for us
like me and bro don’t believe in a white jesus but mom’s still prayin’ for us
we pay it forward
see i looked right in his mom’s eyes and said, “i ain’t wanna hurt you
just make sure he inside at the right time. i know he gotta curfew.”
i don’t think she heard you
10 toes down these is works shoes
four eyes with the desert eagle, i gotta bird’s view
for name’s sake
just off the name saynt
sh-t’s like i fell into a legend’s spot like dwayne wade
been brought the same knife from the city to the town, this a bay blade (beyblade)
left jab look like a sugar ray faint
i’ll break saynt
with his blood on me like it’s face paint
same day what we shed it ain’t his tears
yeah i bet they say he got ’em here
first round on him i wouldn’t of left without a beer
cross the line, draw the lead, baby boy before he’s fed
point the tec behind his head and now he wet behind the ears
this n-gg- a teenager
and this a different kinda race, and he ain’t had the drive in the first place like speed racer
i’m on this n-gg-‘s helmet, he get a knife to his mouth like the green ranger
it ain’t all gun bars, anybody can hold that can’
you mighta been in a few school fights, but never fought a grown -ss man
both fist
see, he too young to get his own sh-t
so he won’t quit he second rate, like leather face he wasn’t comfortable in his own skin
so whatchu say so far saynt?
see, we don’t pray to god cause saynt a fraud his face is scarred
with the flame throwers
it’s game over saynt, frank in charge
with them sticks we protest without a place to march
this hair of the dog, with a barrel under his chin like a saint bernard
the f-ck you mean?
i said when you trainin’ them punches right, the knock out feel different
we home made hand crafted, he legos ages 3 to 5 we built different
i gotta gun just as old as him, the other one half his age
i ain’t this boy’s dad no matter how much he cries i can’t let saynt have his way
his fabric fake, i said we from a different cloth
i ain’t even gotta ask his name
you had one t-tle fight, lost and came back in an average state
all my fights knocks out but you the one named saynt
but i came back in a lazarus way
yeah all this drip on me felt like acid rain
a fatter pay day modern day profit (prophet)
this sh-t held 30 it’s a ladder day saint (saynt)
i know all my sins and i ain’t have to seek forgiveness or ask a saint
f-ck boy

[round 3: saynt]
now it was rainin, late night, ’bout 4:44
two n-gg-s, with two burners we brought 4 , .44s
that’s two crazy 88’s like k!ll bill
the real deal
funeral costs, i make ya mama pay to k!ll bill
and like k!ll bill, they in the promo seeing that i slayed ya
thought he could take out i (eye), but couldn’t see me in the trailer
makin n-gg-s feel lil’, like the rugrats get to buggin’ out
the highway to heaven was closed so he took another route
snuff him out
blood comin’ out and it’s gettin’ scary
these the fruits of my labor, i work just to get him buried
we in oakland, they respect saynt traveling like a missionary
just to prove that i’m the god of war my mission ares
how dare he?
this n-gg- claim he a wig splitter
but he really splitting wigs wit’ his b-tch he a b-tch n-gg-
he switch genders
this boy needs to stop
i let it point at his top, then start airin’ the fire i switch benders
then switch benders
in the future i’ma (futurama) let the machine talk
he try to jack ’til i pull a clip long as the bean stalk
but these paws is weapons ain’t gotta get you murdered
he lose a tooth, i’ll knock a crown off, that’s a usurper
and if his bro try to jump in this sh-t cause he got no hands
i cut a branch off ya family tree then watch the oak land (oakland)
the scope gimme the vision like the oracle its nothin’ you can do against me
yeah i’m the oracle, oakland know i got a shooter in me
saynt an exorcist, take possessions wit this glock right wit’ me
he got no rights take everything from fox like disney
you ain’t winnin’ straight trippin’ you just gon be saynt victim
y’all would think saynt dentist how n-gg-s in they feelings (fillings)
but they mad cause i got to this spot and i’m still the same n-gg-
so if you hurt throw yaself out a window that’s a pain (pane) k!ller
these n-gg-s ain’t got the heart, that’s what they mad at
put a b-tch boy in the dirt, that’s a trans plant
they said we need another saynt vs geechi, one problem
y’all got a fox tryna clone my shadow wit no chakra
but when it’s kombat i’m like shao khan you more chaka
i’m in tune wit my african spirit i’m more shaka
but police call that “organized crime”, they think i lead a gang
cause they heard i’m ocd, ya death can be arranged
a yellow n-gg- drippin red off his asian face
blue bruises, black eyes, 50 shades of grey
this n-gg-‘s dead, feelin’ like he had a 100 sh-ll clip
100 bucks to his chest, boy that’s money well spent

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