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urltv – k-shine vs. real sikh lyrics

[round 1: k+shine]
you know what’s gon’ blow yours the most about gettin’ shot? losin’ weight
to know you spent all that time pumpin’ iron, it was a waste
the only muscle that’s gon’ work is in yo’ face
n+gga yo’ body gon’ be in a hospital in jersey, but yo’ mind gon’ be in a whole different state
okay, another new jersey n+gga wit’ a death wish
taught my old dawg (dog) a new trick, fetch this
ya man get his head split, then his neck hit
this sh+t’ll leave him in some kinda disorder: in a wreck, sikh (and’ll wreck sikh/anorexic)
let’s get this work out the way early, like a day shift
first excuse not to go to school: i’m ‘bout to play sikh (sick)
patience (patients), we don’t need no doctor for this lame trick
if i come to check yo’ temperature, it’s wit’ a gray stick
you fake+ass johnny bravo
who this, real sikh?
i’m bout to do you real sick
make your n+ggas puke when they see you, they really reel, sikh (real sick)
baited him like a fisherman, i had to reel sikh
put the whole death on instagram, i made the reels sick (sikh)
you real sikh? he real sikh?
i’m real sick
n+gga i will put a disengage label over a k!ll switch
i’m real sick
that’s ‘cause the only remedy i know is peel (pill) sh+t
steel pick, ill tip
drill sikh in the ‘cage
gill sikh wit’ a blade
peel sikh (pill sick) like a phase
i got a question, they got a saw trip wit’ a maze
you from jersey, sure (shore) so why we never see sikh (seasick) wit’ the wave
knock his turban off, we ain’t never seen sikh wit’ no waves
i [?], they gon’ have to see sikh (seasick) wit’ a wave
i will stab then cross it
bag then toss him
steal real sikh (still real sick): magic johnson
f+ck a he+rs+, you ain’t gon’ need no bag or coffin
barely (bear+) snuggle(d) in a sheet: fabric softener
it’s gon’ be bangers like two gangs
chambers like wu+tang
shotguns, shoestrings
bats: bruce wayne
revolver: this sh+t’ll flip sikh (sick) like a mood swing
.38, make it look like he not even sikh (sick) like the flu game
i don’t care who came witchu, lame
we locked and ready
we ain’t scared to go to jail, ‘cause we been locked already
my young n+ggas: demon time, chopper ready
for 5k, they’ll take care of sikh (sick) better than dr. sebi
i will treat your man like a brand new mission: glocks and desi’s
they won’t know if he died for real or not: machiavelli
i keep firin’, and we done sent a lot already
i want a cross on that box like he copped a chevy
it’s no remorse, even though he ran for his life
high fives: every time we land we get hype
scope on a taurus, scanned over twice
[?] and maggots: look like lamb over rice
yeah
i’m really that
i’m really that
i’m really that
i’m really that

i did it both ways, in the street: can or the knife
or in a jail, gen pop: a can was my knife
sikh twist, ‘cause it was a man just alike
tryna stand for his rights
same headwrap and all, but in the [?]
f+ck a fight, you ever thought what the [?] might feel?
best clips, green lasers: this the high light, real (highlight reel)
slide by on your guys, ‘fore a 5 might peel
but you next (neck+), sucker, like a twilight film
i [?] you when he goin’ home, and we in your lobby
heaters beside me
sks, ninas, and shottys
extended clip wit’ a switch, put a beam on a akhi
talkin’ ‘bout “sikh is cold”…
well i need me a body
round

[round 1: real sikh]
{real sikh spends nearly a minute trying to get the sound right}
i lost the tournament, fans thought i won that day but the judges ain’t
and i’m still on nome
this my third battle since the month of may
i couldn’t get that money off my mind though
i had to shoot [?]
my mans had cancer ever since a kid, he tried
every form of treatment wit’ no benefit then died
know what i learned from seein’ all that radiation?
you can’t get rid of sikh (sick) wit’ shine
tell little guy to get in line
i ended lives a million times
really i’ll get rid of shine
i strangle him ‘til he die
he tryna scream “zip ‘em up!”, but losin’ breath when he try
like +zz zz zz zz+: sound like i k!lled a fly
in my prime
i go to the pros like moses malone
do him like i did danny+

{crowd yells “mic”}

yo
we good?
yo, come on man
yo yo yo
{production staff member adjusts real sikh’s mic}

yo yo yo yo

{crowd affirms they can hear}

sound like i k!lled a fly
in my prime
i go to the pros like moses malone
do him like i did danny, [?] froze
i’m holdin’ the chrome
put a bullet hole in his throat
now my opponent’s chokin’ two nomes in a row
drum, bang low like a 808
put his name on a gravestone, don’t play no games
case closed, get him a halo, his face go blank
dominican choppa: i hold a k low, k (que lo que)
ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
i ain’t come to play
ayy big dawg!

[crowd]
ayy big dawg!

[real sikh]
ayy big dawg!

[crowd]
ayy big dawg!

[real sikh]
infrared: it’s lit for him
beam made him blink more
when this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): pixar
won’t live long
chip in his back like a+
let me go!
ayy big dawg!

[crowd]
ayy big dawg!

[real sikh]
infrared: it’s lit for him
beam made him blink more
when this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): pixar
won’t live long
chippin’ (chip in) his back like a sim card
get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
buggin’, make his skin crawl
clip spark at his door
let it ring then dip off: i ding+dong ditch y’all
quick draw, everything on you go in this palm+

{crowd yells “mic” once again}

i’ma f+ck the mic dude up
yo, it’s good?
yo
we good?
yo yo
y’all gotta make this bodybuilder accessible, dawg
yo, yo, yo
where is he at?
gimme the water, man

{production staff member tries to return to the stage then the crowd booes him}

man
ayo, to the mic dude
yo yo yo, we good?
we good? we good? we good?
y’all hear me?
yo yo yo yo
yo yo

to the mic dude, if this happen again we gon fight, son
y’all seen what i did to that white boy last year; this ain’t my first time f+ckin’ a mic (mike) up
i said
infrared: it’s lit for him
beam made him blink more
when this start (distort), the light jumpin’ around (jump in a round): pixar
won’t live long
chip in his back like a sim card
get picked off, then spin on the body like a hip toss
buggin’, make his skin crawl
clip spark at his door
let it ring then dip off: i ding+dong ditch y’all
quick draw, everything on you go in this palm
grab this b+tch and run up the building like king kong
sig short, shine (shyne) ripped off it like a b.i.g. song
wig fall, mind in the gutter like he think wrong
k!ll a (k!ller) clown: jigsaw
lock on him: pit jaws
get him boy, you ‘bout to see a big dawg (dog) get sic’d (sikh’d) on
i’m p+ssed off
i ain’t even tryna talk to him
aight houston, a rocket and shoot a arc through him
we in the south, so i ain’t gotta walk through him
i leave a

[crowd]
hole so big

[real sikh]
i do the a+town stomp through him
box through him
i could rep the fight industry
even on instrumentals i injure life critically
my record nice wit’ the beats
heard ‘em say battle rappers can’t do hooks
my left and right disagree
firin’ while he drivin’
whip slidin’
i gotta spell it out, k?
i knock his v sideways then line him
ride around trippin’
all you ‘bout to see is a turban wit’ a cannon, and i’m wild ‘n out wit’ it
i fire rounds wit’ it
the lead shootin’ back
turn him to the old shine: he gon’ yell super fast
a bullet wrecks through his hat, and then you react
caught it? rex threw his hat, then you react
basically, shine screamin’ when i let loose a cap
you want see the dots, my infrared doin’ that
too relaxed
could prolly k!ll him quicker wit’ no sound
pistol whip him, blood drippin’ get on the whole crowd
and knew he went from his hometown
it’ll go from him to them like he switichin’ his pr+nouns
it’s mortal kombat, i’ma play him ‘til he dead
even k knows i (kano’s eye) shoot a laser through his head
i could be sprayin’ wit’ the lead or put a razor in his flesh
he get the round kinda close or i take it by a edge
jersey

[round 2: k+shine]

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