Only One vs Reverse Live by King of the Dot (Ft. OnlyOne & Reverse Live)
Only One vs Reverse Live by King of the Dot (Ft. OnlyOne & Reverse Live)

Only One vs Reverse Live

King of the Dot & OnlyOne & Reverse Live * Track #1 On Back To BAYsics 3

Only One vs Reverse Live Lyrics

[Round 1: Reverse Live]
I know you thinking you gon' hold it down, but don't hold your breath
Homie the moment that Only steps, I'm throwing an overhand bolo check
That'll collide with your solar plex' like a Boeing jet
Make your soul eject
So fast your ghost still trying to throw hands cause you're dead and you don't know it yet
Til you glance down get a glimpse of yourself with an open chest
Looking like you Hogan flexed with your bone and flesh
Matter of fact, I won't be surprised if I only left Only's left
You soft bodied, I'm a robo-tec mobile Mec in a Polo vest
You thinking you can pose a threat?
Repping SandPeople with a style more Forced than Kenobi's set?
Well dead that
Or I'm coming after you and your homies next
And the next time I stroll your set I bet that
I make the SandPeople scatter like Boba Fett in a jet pack
I come through swinging leave your dome a mess
When the left land? Have your face peeling off faster than Jonah Hex in a meth lab
Motherfucker looking like you got a quote from No Effects as a chest tat
You wanna know what rhymes with, "some serious trash"?
"Conspiracy raps"
So I hope you left yours at home today cause I ain't trying to be hearing all that
And I ain't saying all conspiracy theories are foolishness
I'm saying, I got your new music and had to cut it off half way through the disc
Cause you put so much of your faith into that useless shit
I wouldn't be surprised if I went to this losers crib
And there are oil painting of Immortal Tech' on a crucifix
Half the government shit you say on a track
Is jaded thoughts from a cranium packed
With quotes from some dude who made up some facts
So you could feel privy to knowledge the average brain wouldn't have
But his information just acts
As something to fill the void of the actual education he lacks
You gullible stoner
I'm quite tempted to make a zeitgeist reference just to watch you lose your fucking composure
That shit's got your rapping like your pen game's main influence is Skully and Mulder
Yo, this is that character assassin shit
You ain't matching the bars after this
So what you have in your cord is the fact you've been touring
And comparing it to the path that I'm forging
And downplaying this battle with me
But I know you took this battle for free so don't act so important
And as far as battle goes
You're the only one to put only one of 'em up in three years
So it's safe to say that Only One is the only one that doesn't deserve to be here

[Round 1: Only One]
That was dope but I don't give a fuck
You should be looking for a dick to suck
I got paid $200 for this battle, I know it isn't much
Also, on everything, I argued in your defense about how fat you are with my friend
He was like, "Nah, nah, nah this is the fattest he's been."
Look, you a walking space craft flight, crash site
My thoughts darker than black ice
I steal yo' blade and slash you with it; jack knife
All you see is the flash from the barrel and attack light
Those skinny jeans is mad tight
But the only thing that goes wit that beard is bag pipes
It's really hard to know where to go with this shit
For a while, no one's even known you exist
But I see you at every event and I'll never forget
You're one of the nicest guys I ever have met
When I battled Nate, it was so sloppy
Off a 30 day tour with a broken elbow but that don't stop me
To the crowd he a hometown hero, he a homebody
So when I battle you it's great, cause you ain't really friends with nobody
Just know, in doubt...it's ill shit what I been 'bout
After this he'll dip out cause he's not in the in crowd
This Reservoir Dogs, I cut off your ear with a blade
Grim reaper you drug by my shear to your grave
I'll cut your throat like cutting beard, get a shave
Slam your motherfucking mug in the mirror til it breaks
I'll bury your [?] with a motherfucking pair of grenades
I get carried away I'll burn everything you care for in flames
I'll run up on you the American made barrel go bang
By now, you probably should've stopped cutting your veins
But I know you still self destructive, stuck in your ways
You in love with the pain like Courtney Love when it rains
You'd probably kill yourself before you end up with Love like Cobain
I got a 7-5 that's an AR-15 cut in two
My trigonometry can break a fo' fo' to 22's
My trigonometry can take a 30 i. 6 then add a Mac-11
And that's an AK-47
I got pistols but they not Glocks
I'm lock stock, if we talking gun shit, I can talk lots
I really have a gun smith so I can talk shop
I never leave home without one
Bullets can be outdone, but never outrun
This is what it's like when you getting outdone
I got clips with 30 rounds this is only round 1

[Round 2: Reverse Live]
Listen motherfucker, if you want these problems
I'm in Portland with my team and the most techs/Tecs you ever seen like Rasheed Wallace
And it don't matter if that shit's true, it was fucking dope dawg be honest
Cause it doesn't matter if a single shot gets fired
I come through on some bully shit and pull your kids
Put you in a noogie bitch til you make them profits wire
To my account, bounce with your ho to Vegas
Make it rain til arms get tired
Then back to the hotel to fuck and roll hella blunts
I score and hit the headband like Damon Stoudamire
You have a weight that says malnourished and a face that says Alchemist
But what you touch don't turn to gold it's turning cold looking like the lost lurking soul
Of Dewey from Malcolm In The Middle
If he grew up to mob around a little Pinto pitching Valiums out the window
Or at the skate park selling Dose brownies to the kiddos
God are the Hesher types guaranteed to end your life
With the reefer in your mouth asking if you can get a light and the facial features of a Cenobite
Cause you the walking product of government garnished checks
And copping coke that's partly meth
No matter how long you rest it always appears you hardly slept
Fucker
As far as this format I'm an architect
Fresh Coast alumni, battle tested with dumb stripes like an Army vet
You ain't fucking with me, think you are then, bet
I got hands on deck like the cards are set
Asking for a hit and you get your shit split in two like Harvey Dent
Gut shots rip your center
Garments, flesh, whatever parts connect
Leave those intestines chilling outside like a quincenanera party tent
Yo, start to flex find your top knotted cause the Screwface will get you Marked For Death
Yes, that was a Steven Seagal movie bar that was hard to catch
Po' pimp stepping out the broke down car so fresh
I bet yo' bitch still try my dick
She get the message when I slide up, just like Sidekicks
Have her dropping dome on camera, like some flicks by ISIS
She call me "Dirty Harry", cause I'm dirty and I'm hairy
With an itch only fixed by violence
And the big body Magnum be the shit I ride with
You feeling lucky punk? Homie try to run amok
.45 will fuck him up like a midlife crisis
Never cross me see, over here is Hell's Satan
Talking beef I'll knock your teeth across the street
My right swipe that pale face in
Put your grill in the parking lot like you were tailgating motherfucker

[Round 2: OnlyOne]
Look, I'm not a Two Face so you can't call me Harvey Dent
I'm more like The Joker and you my bitch, you Harley Quinn
I'm pretty sure Megadef put on a fat suit and that's you
After this shit, don't act brand new
{Reverse Live spits out his water cause he was laughing}
I'm pretty sure Megadef put on a fat suit and that's you
After this shit, don't act brand new just cause I smashed you
You still gon' smoke me out, yeah that's true, that's true
You won't make it past act two
I be celebrating my win cracking Remy like Papoose
I be smoking with The Saurus
About an ouncey with Alfie
If you took one dab with us you would ralph on your Ralphie
I've been in county in Cali but I counted some bounty
Blasting B.H.O. my homie, put a pound in a brownie
I was made an Ironman like Robert Downey and Audi
My room smell like Maui and cloudy
I fight with my bitches, Ronda Rousey arouse me
I'm a rowdy ass alki like a townie in Southie
You bouncy cause you curved and round
I don't even think you're fat
But it's funny to write a verse about because it's something you're insecure about
But I would never tell them that you would never be my homie
But I told you I was gonna tell 'em 'bout you texting me emojis
Motherfuckers try to pocket check that knife in my pocket
Come at me sideways out of pocket, I cut your motherfucking eye out the socket
Chase and Ill' the best, I get 1/3 slice of the profit
This whole time I've been writing you off, now that you on my shit list I'm writing you off it
And I can't pretend to know what you fags think
Like Illmac' being my homie is a bad thing
Y'all bring him up to distract from the fact that you not rapping
He's not the one crushing you this ain't a tag team
Look everybody who brought up Ill' to me is not as ill with rap
I don't have my homies fight my battles cause I'm not a little rat
If you battled Illmac' he would also peel your cap
But I'm the one dealing your death and it's hard for you to deal with that
And if you ever say you don't like my music again I will slap you in the mouth
What are you mad at me about?
After this shit I'm still gonna get you my solo album that isn't out that you keep asking me about
You love my shit!

[Round 3: Reverse Live]
Yo, back home you march around
With Illmac on your shoulders like he's Master Blaster in Barter Town
Telling people you push trees loving how hard it sounds
But they made weed legal in Oregon homie you just a fucking farmer now
Even when you could get knocked for bud you the type to get popped
Half hour after they lock you up they already got the plug shit
Shit, half the block is in cuffs
If that's not enough you even told the cops what's up with the decent taco truck
That's up the street from where you got the drugs
And it wasn't in Cali so those tacos suck
So just so you know when you start to talk like you hard as rocks
I'm laughing imagine you whipping your father's drop around the town when you started off
Passenger seat, Suicide Girl reject is the reason
Every prescription pill in your apartment is gone
Both of y'all singing Trap Queen in a flat key
You make her call you Artsy Wop
Thinking you an outlaw cause you taught your Pomeranian to bark at cops
Safe to say where you from the blocks aren't as hot
Portland's idea of gang violence is hipsters in tall argyle socks
Playing ultimate Frisbee in mall parking lots
I'm just saying, out here the Tecs are thumping
Out there the techno's thumping
Out here the vets are thugging crossing out sets like nothing
Go there, throw signs the whole time everyone is assuming that you're deaf or something
Remember cousin I know half your hood look like they walk up out a Target ad
Don't get me started you want no part of that
Cause you ain't even the hardest cat on your Starbucks staff
Probably getting shoulder checked by pompous brats when you serving up a grande frap'
Yo, but if you really want it pussy holla back
I'll lock yo' ass in a Boston crab and have you body slammed
With an impact that'll blast the block in half like Mega Bomberman
Legends come from the cloth that I'm cut off of, you are not attached
I'm severed from textures of separate inventors
You mettle with lesser recreation while I was pressed with endeavors
To catch you slipping decades ahead of your efforts
I had you bagged up before you ever knew better
Call me Slevin Kelevra
Call him, a waste of opportunity
Without you on the card the event would be better
Cause who believes in OnlyOne?
Illmac' is the only one
That's why you follow him around like he owes you something
Wait for him to toss you some table scraps for a page of raps
Let's see how long that foundation lasts
Cause quotes and crumbs ain't holding up under a cat
Who has came up going for self like an only son
Toking a smoking gun in an open run
Aiming at suckers like you climbing ladders to success built with stolen rungs
You're a leech
Getting battles off another man's bragging writes
Even revealed through a text you sent to me by accident
That Illmaculate's now managing half your fights?
I received it, sat there just laughing like
"Shit, I guess this bastard ain't satisfied
Already getting a stash of his back up lines."
You should be embarrassed you're a grown male
Riding the coattails of a jacket that's half your size!

[Round 3: OnlyOne]
It's a fact Oregon and Cali have the best weed
It became legal in Oregon that's true that's why I moved to S.D
And you can talk about Illmac' managing me but you can suck a dick son
It's called a fucking marketing plan and yo' ass should get one
Look, you didn't wake up in a new Bugatti, fuck it
You woke up in a Honda bucket
Push me pussy
I'm your kamikaze button
If I killed you it'd look like the Illuminati done it
You'd be hung by hooks from the ceiling like a human body puppet
I'm like the alien Sigorney Weaver was with
But it's more like a piece from the script to the prequel to it
Cause I'm tearing you apart piece by piece into bits
Then after this I'm leaving this bitch underneath the debris of a ship
Like Charlize at the end of that Prometheus flick
Look I don't fuck with dime bags I move actual weight
And I don't long board around cause I actually skate
You fat in the waist but lumberjack in the face
You looking for a hood rat you rape that won't attack you with mace
Yeah, call it what you want like a battle rap verse
But I got enough trees to fill a trash compactor
Even though I started with a sandwich bag first
I bag up 100 with a ratchet ass bird
No competition, pop is getting back to back murk
I will drive your dead body in a Cadillac hearse
To a church where they burn you and turn you to ash in that urn
You Reverse cause the way that you rap is backwards
I can reverse life and bust you up with a bat
Shoot you in the mug with a gat
Put a 12 gauge slug in yo' cap or cut you in half
I could reverse life but that's nothing but rap
I wish I could reverse death and bring Pumpkinhead back
If you ever say my name we will on sight scrap
I will pop up on you like an online ad
If I reverse life you get shot like blaaat
I put you in a peroxide bath
I shoot you with a arrow wearing a Hawkeye mask
I put you in a box like Zab
I could reverse life but that's not tight rap
I wish I could reverse death and bring Sean Price back
Look, there's a lot of lame ass I could beat like a drum
But ask them, they they king and run the streets that they from
Come to find out I could roll up they rap sheet in a blunt
Talk about reaching when these motherfuckers speak on a gun
That's a reach and that's the only time they reach for a gun
Look, I don't give a fuck if you from the burbs or from the hood
Reverse Live it means "evil" it's understood
Which is perfect cause evil always loses to someone good
The fuck is good?

Only One vs Reverse Live Q&A

Who wrote Only One vs Reverse Live's ?

Only One vs Reverse Live was written by OnlyOne & Reverse Live.

Who produced Only One vs Reverse Live's ?

Only One vs Reverse Live was produced by J-Pro.

When did King of the Dot release Only One vs Reverse Live?

King of the Dot released Only One vs Reverse Live on Sat Oct 24 2015.

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