A. Ward vs. Real Sikh

[Round 1: A. Ward]
I was supposed to battle Real Deal in April of 2020 at Blackout
It would've been his second chain defense
That's when the pandemic happened and apparently my title match chances done came and went
But I've been at the top of battle rap, and they still givin' me mid-tier names, make it make some sense
So yeah I'm pissed off
Cause this is the second time Real sick (Sikh) popped up outta nowhere and kept me from a main event
What up Sikh! This where the trouble ends
Beatin' me, harder than shootin' three pointers, outside, with a gust of wind
On a double rim
I'm gonna get you with a couple friends
Gully and Nino Bless gave me this dude's name
Organik, this is where that Holy Ghost Drops, it's a new strain
He get in and out of pockets, a 30 sent (cent); it's loose change
Wait Arsonal got on the Bulls, I'ma freestyle a few thangs
Because they could've gave me Real Sikh (sick) in Jersey and I'd have been Jordan in the Flu Game
I said that is a blue flame from a butane
You a little lighter with the fire, you ain't a true champ
Dame Lillard, you wanna Buckshot or the Smith & Wesson (Smif-N-Wessun), welcome to my Boot Camp
You not a boss, URL tells you what to do, they make your moves fam'
How is it that you rep iBattle everywhere, but I battle everywhere- and you can't!
News flash, and it makes me wonder
Why all of a sudden Real Sikh in Toronto gettin' plates this summer
They said, "he ill", I put him at the Pearly Gates by supper
I don't care if in The Six, Sikh, six, I'm handin' out angel numbers
I said, 'Ganik, I gotta talk to you
Why would you pay this brother?
Wait? Now cause he's SMACK options aren't that poppin'
You wanna bring him over to the easy league where the fans don't boo so he can make a brand off it?
Cause he couldn't be a star on URL in them real fights
So you brought him over here with the slap boxers?
You know, King Of The Dot, the easy league, where the fans never boo and you feel at home
I'm not dissin' your league, I'm quotin' exactly what he said about King Of The Dot on URL to Chilla Jones
This is "the easy league where the fans never boo", that made me feel ill
Cause I know how much Blood, Sweat, & Tears (Tiers) you put into buildin' this platform
Workin' overtime at that steel mill
And you bookin' rappers who publicly spit in ya face
While the champ at home takin' a chill pill
Yo somebody tell me why I'm standin' in front of Sikh, why am I not standin' in front of Real Deal?
You dissed King Of The Dot for some bogus reaction
So they the real fights? So this is fake? Own it, I'm askin'
They got bare knuckle brawls on there? You know that he cappin'
Ain't Tay Roc and "almost fighter"?
Ain't K-Shine known for the slappin'?
You said somethin' about us bein' an easy league?
Yo, this got past awkward cause this is not an easy league
But guess what, while you was over there workin' on your jab proper
Workin' on ya Math Hoffa
I watched the best Canadian battle rapper EVER put you in SMACK's locker
How's that for a slap boxer?
Rest in peace Pat Stay. Rest in peace Pat Stay
He should've stayed at home
All that workin' out and liftin' weights might get you a plate at N.O.M.E
But your greatest muscle can be your vocal chords and you chose to hate on bro
Now a couple years later, you here but with a change of tone
You wanna be on an easy (Eazy) league? {gun cocks}
Face a (of) Chrome!

[Loso] Do you wanna go to Heaven?

[A. Ward]
Talkin' 'bout King Of The Dot is the easy league, I ain't acceptin' that
You only here cause your peers gettin' plates, and you ain't bein' fed the match
He said, "It's the easy league"
Only reason you were on Summer Madness is cause Dizaster was acceptin' that
So the next time you think about callin' us "slap boxers" just head to SMACK
This is a wrap
Cause I was here battlin' Franchise in my try-out
I love this King Of The Dot community
I done made a lot of friends and even my enemies, now we rock in unity
I would never diss ya league on another platform talkin' foolishly
They always gave me comp' and compensation
They gave me ops and opportunities
Round 1!

[Round 1: Real Sikh]
You quotin' my shit wit' Chilla, we don't remember it the same
If you think I was dissin' the fans or Organik, then you mentally insane
I only said this "the easy league" cause rappers like you were contendin' for the chain
We got the Christian Horsemen
Umm hum
I was in my armory for this match
This a different kind of Ward I gotta whip past
He got a new way of talkin' when he gets mad
Soon as I heard him say "Glock .40 on yo' bitch ass"
I said...{gun clicks four times} since he a Horse I gotta click back
So ready to meet, you think I got this weapon in a presale
Smith & Wesson, .38 Special was on retail
Heard the description, knew that second he would see Hell
Yeah, Sikh in the Six with the six shooter, cause the devil's in the details
I'll have you regretting every time you're saying your psalms
Thankin' God cause you was barely hangin' on
Ain't even gotta shoot straight, with a banger drawn
I (eye) slanted on a Horse; Genghis Khan
He say a bar, then say it backwards, that's not an attack dawg
Walk up on him all mad like, "What's with all of the trash talk?"
You react, like, "I don't want a problem. Honest. Ask Lord."
Went from punchin' in reverse to talkin' in fast forward
This an act of God, burnin' a body
Before I shoot, I'll pick up somethin' new like I'm learnin' a hobby
Fight the nerds in ya posse
Straight cross, turn to a zombie
The only time I punch in reverse is when I elbow the person behind me
What you think? You at home? Cause you got more battles with this league?
Bitch, Brampton's 30 minutes away I disagree
I could go to Yorkdale and recruit a bunch of Sikh's with me
Walkin' with the mall with a "Rest In Peace Sidhu" tee
Bitch, I'll take a beer bottle you left and break it in half
Smash it on his head 'til they left his face with a gash
Remind you of Hannibal Lecter's cage when it cracked
Cause Ward'll have a section that's separated by glass!
What? You gonna make fun of my style? And how it seems so fast?
I'm 'bout to biggity-biggity-biggity-beat yo' ass!
This Vatican lover at mass with his dad and his uncle
Don't care if the pastor in front, grab a strap from the buckle
Clappin' at the establishment, every Catholic in trouble
When I air out the joint like I'm crackin' my knuckles
Whoever fought with Sikh forfeited
Form George Foreman slick
1, 2 jab, then the third set up the fourth and fifth
Hit up his temple then his midsection, back and forth with it
Undertaker music, get your bell rung, then the organs hit!
I order hits, give someone some change to run up
Whatever they want
Paid them up front to lay you under
So while you talkin' 'bout Mathew 22, John 3:16
I tell my shooter, "Name a number"
Get sprayed the fuck up
Good thing you be at them churches
Gotta promise your wife when she die you gon' craft a sermon
Make sure the pastor's workin'
And the casket perfect
So you can tell her that you love language is acts of service
You know how many random verses in my phone'll be stored?
I'm reading them lines on the screen like, "What am I holdin' these for?"
So rebranded them schemes, like an insanity plea
Instead of wastin' time in a cell they goin' to Ward
Even though I'm whippin' his ass, I'm kickin' up knowledge
These are backhanded gems like the Infinity Gauntlet
.iBattle, URL or King Of The Dot shit
Sikh in the top 10 with this "biggity-biggity-bop" shit
Been in the pocket, anybody can get it what's poppin'?
You look like you listen to Logic but be shittin' on Rakim
Thinkin' the shit is hip hop, I'm switchin' the topic
It'll go from Jigga and Nas to some Biggie and 'Pac shit
Grippin' up a chop', bullet hissin' when I shot it
Like a happy custodian, they whistle with the mop stick
Got Sikh (sick) and a Ward, locked in
Set the perfect match
Spin his head in circles fast when I bend and curve the grasp
'Til every nerve of him snap, twist his neck and heard it crack
So he turn the other cheek, but won't get to turn it back
You won't ever work with Smack, what you jot with the pen trash
All you have is rebuttals when you start, but the rest ass
They don't like your bars, only the bars that you said back
You freestyle, but I'm more known off of the head (w)raps
So what you gon' say?
That most of my battles is somethin' they ain't saw?
Cause I'm stuck on the app
Well tell your brother Loso them same bars
When your battles behind a paywall, the rappers get paid more
And you don't gotta battle week to week for crumbs like A. Ward
He's slavin'
You slavin' by yourself cause you want the title held
You'll never be Champion Of The Year, but you'll always have the Bible Belt
Jersey!

[Round 2: A. Ward]
My rebuttal game crazy!
Loso! Your battles are on a stupid app!
It's like URL don't want the Christian to profit
This is some non-sense
You be tellin' me, "Follow God"
I be on the other side like, "I listen to gothic."
I can pick up and cock it
He said, "Don't shoot Real Sikh!"
BAOW!
I guess I don't really listen to Logic
So don't worry about Loso, you need to worry 'bout Jersey
Get up with ya friend
'Cause it can be the Undertaker theme music, but you not finna sit up from the pen
You do not rap that nice
"Two to his dome, the Ruger is chrome
I got a MAC but it's not a computer at home
I'm in Canada, lookin' for you and Charron
I'm in the views of your home, I'm shootin' alone
Nothin' funny when the bullets goin' through ya humerus (humorous) bone"
Y'all endorsin' this?
Organik gave me five "plus 1's", tonight you gon' see my crew
I'm finna give this square a 30, Sikh's (six) gon' see why too
Cause Christ invited 12 over to feast, and I eat my food
With a full time job, and this month I battled 3 times 2
I'm not amused
Cause for everyone thinkin' he's nice with that Christian slander
I said "5 plus 1", "Square of 36", "12 over 2", "3 times 2" thinkin' Sikh's (six) the answer
Quit the banter, cause your style is not for URL
That first round was fire, it's unique, we see
So for a second I gotta talk about your relationship with P...E.D.'s
Bro what the heck
Somebody tell Johnny Bravo, King of The Dot does not do Don DeMarcos
Yo who's ya man?
Up here lookin' like Jafar and the genie did a fusion dance
I'm not here to confuse the fans, it's Real Sikh though
This week he in Toronto, you can catch him cruisin' through The Six slow
Hopin' in the Uber like, "Do you even lift bro?"
Nobody believes you be cookin' in the bando
We don't care that you shootin' like you Rambo
They call me when they need bars, I'm doin' what you can't bro
They call you when they need help...movin' a piano
I'll let a can' go, a Glock lift, and a couple fly like a cock pit
He get a drop kick, I got poise in (poison) the ring, watch how I talk Sikh (sick)
You couldn't make a wave if a rock skipped
I open doors, I'm the top pick
Then it's back to the tropics
I'm in Florida, livin' off The Keys like a locksmith
Get you boxed quick
For the bands, it's a body, and a round, like a mosh pit
Then pull up to Punjab, at ya office
I'm feelin' fine, (k)not Sikh (sick)
Then put his head in the sand like an ostrich
This preposterous
Cause for a second, I actually forgot that you were a gym rat
And me and you and all these people know that if we actually got into a fight...you would win that
Big facts
So if anybody in here see and this heavyweight get it shakin'
He gonna try to biggity-biggity-beat my ass
And I'ma try to diggity diggity deescalate the situation
Yo, I am amazin'
I'm in The Six 'til Next Friday...Debo
I'm from KC, but Knoxville made me...Steve-O
You not here cause you been the best...we know
You here 'cause you friends with Bless...Nino

[Round 2: Real Sikh]
So, uh...y'all heard now he's sellin' T-shirts that say "Glock 40 On Yo' Bitch Ass?"
How has that impacted the church?
Don't forget that, he don't curse, so he had to switch that for the merch
It just says "Glock 40..."
He ain't put the "Yo' Bitch Ass" on a shirt...
I'mma show you how a Glock 40 could really put yo' BITCH ASS on a SHIRT!
Look-look-look-look - happy he could predict that
Get your chin cracked wit' a quick jab that'll work
But rather get him stashed wit' a big bag in the dirt
'Fore I dig that? SIG clap
That's what you get after them words
'Cause when a Horse actin' wild, the kickback comin' first!
He said "Isaiah 57, Glock 40 on yo' bitch ass"
Well, Luke 27 says you prob'ly shouldn't have spit that

[A. Ward] I got you to read the Bible
I got him to read the Bible

[Real Sikh]
What? Your angels on your right ear like, "Humble your nonsense"?
Devil in the left like, "Pick a gun up and spark it"?
While they fightin' on your shoulders, I'm dumpin' you on 'em
'Til one of them will try to stop the other from fallin'!
That's the problem wit' y'all Christians
Pick and choose when the Lord with 'em
I'm Real Sikh, but his ill shit ain't authentic, false image
Compromise your belief and make bars wit' it
Wrong vision
Way we worshippin' is nonfiction
All in it, reppin' every Sikh voice that's gone missin'
All in it! Rock a turban like it's somethin' God gifted
I can't drop my religion! I wear it! The cloth different!
Y'all switchin'!
Said you "walk by faith"
I walk WIT' IT!
Wanna talk privilege!?
You said a cuss word in battle rap
That's normal, ain't it?
You said a cuss word in battle rap, and got the biggest reaction that you heard
Traded reppin' your faith for shock factor in a verse
How you really feel 'bout the Bible if a battle comin' first!?
How strong your passion for the church!?
How are the masses gettin' served!?
I gotta ask him what's it's worth
If all it took was some bad language with a Verb to take that action wit' the Word!
What!?
The writing different, boy

[Arsonal] You're goin' to Hell!

[Real Sikh]
So if Bar of the Year is you sayin' "Bitch ass"?
That one Bible chapter is confirmed
Because your biggest blessing is actually a curse
He don't have the nerve to fire that steel!
It's the Trojan War in a way
You won't be alive on that field
But y'all gon' see a Horse at the gates
Get your Disciple ass killed, like Achilles!
You don't wanna die on that hill (heel)!
For real!
In two months, you got fucked up by Frak
Had a good round wit' Verb, trash wit' Clips, and had to come right back
Against me? I ain't someone you can jump right past
Sit down! You too busy tryna rush-write raps!
Y'all shoulda locked him in a padded cell wit' a straitjacket
'Cause Ward don't got room to be tied up like that!
He a RAT!
I'm a gym rat, you a rat
The way he research his opponents don't make sense
Found out Bigg K's parents got some Halloween playpen
Told us about some interview Frak did, in Grade 10
Acted like Verb had a case pending in the state pen'
He changed his prayer hands to pointin' fingers to the day's end
Sounds like he switched pronouns
He went from "Amen" to "they/them!"
A. stressed, forgin' stories as the Lord's informant
You put the "A." in "investigate" and the "Ward" in "Warden"
What you reportin'? The homie doin' life 'til it's done?
'Cause he caught a body and he ain't license his gun?
Bitch, he was quiet so much, you woulda thought he had seizures
'Cause while he locked up, he was bitin' his tongue!
That was different
So let's spill that secret you have, and I don't mind either
Tell 'em about your 12-person group chat that help you ghostwrite cleaner
Look, he ain't know I knew that
Just know I see ya
I said "How many people help wit' his writer's block?"
He said "You have no idea."
'Cause when you have writer's block, you literally have NO IDEA!
It's actually a Canadian rapper that help him put it intact
I ain't gon' tell you who be cookin' his raps
'Cause now he got a Glock 40, and I heard he could fit a hunnid bullets (100 Bulletz) in that
Bitch, you be a mess at these events, so you better be nice
Don't cross any lines...let's be polite
I'd never mention your wife...
But I heard if he ever battled Caustic, he'd pay the Jefferson Price
Infrared'll be bright as LEDs, he lead (LED) to the light
For every time he mentioned Jesus and said He was white
Set up a fight, permanent bruises wit' a left and a right
'Til his skin start to match the real complexion of Christ!
Sikhs believe none of your past lives' memories wiped
And y'all believe in Heaven at a death of a life
So I'mma end this tonight
And contact him through a Ouija board so he can tell us which message is right
You might...remember these rounds when you sit around in church
It'll change the way you think about your worth
I feel like the Avatar wit' all those element-bending styles he learned
'Cause soon as I got wind Aaron (air and) fire, I had to bring him down to Earth!
JER-SEY!

[Round 3: A. Ward]
It's Blackout, but at one point in time my God said, "Let there be light."
Am I gettin' this right?
You did a whole round about me bein' a rat and then said I would battle Caustic and "pay the Jefferson Price"
How does that make any sense?
It's almost like you tryin' to snitch on me?
But I'm finna win all three
Yo Loso, I understand why they said we gotta honor the sabbath
Especially with all this late prep
Cause you my fourth battle, my lowest name battle in the last six weeks, and I need a days rest
So league owners, my phone is on Do Not Disturb
The work I put in, a vacation seems fair

{A. Ward's phone rings}
Hello? Yeah, yeah. Three rounds? How much? Okay, I'll be there

Another COVID baby got y'all goin' crazy
I ain't impressed I'm just chillin' bro
I said, "COVID" cause it was around 2020 when Real Sikh (sick) popped up and was killin' folks
URL peeped game, no cappin' it's a fact
Cause that real sick was goin' crazy in schools
This Real Sikh had Ultimate Madness in his class
THAT real sick had us puttin' N-95's on
This Real Sikh swear he swear he strapped up with a mask
THAT real sick said we need a vaccine appointment
And this Real Sikh, you also have to get an app
You are a COVID baby, you are nothin' but raps to them bro
15 battles, think of all the classics you've shown
From Ars', JC, Pat, B-Magic and Jones
But you're just a contact with content with no contact for Smack in ya phone
It's watered down to the point your appearances on Summer Madness and N.O.M.E
Aren't special anymore cause The App is their home
THAT would make me Real sick (Sikh)
So you can talk all about how I got a Glock 40
But you know what? Let me ask the audience quick fast
Y'all want me to go to Isiah 57?
(YEAH!)
Or do you want me to put the Glock .40 on yo' bitch ass!
It's not right king
I'm a Christian, I put the Glock .40 down- Glock .19
I don't wanna hear about me goin' the demon route
Cause you got faith and guns
Tonight I got faith in guns, it evens out
We finna bomb they strip
We heavy artillery, lookin' like somethin' Sadaam stay with
I'm supposed to be in second Samuel like Asante's kid
If I zero in, Sikh's takin' a long day's trip
With Eagles
And you know what goes perfect DeVonta Smith? D'andre Swift
I said, it's a clip and I'm lettin' it fly
JC, ain't it crazy how the .38 made a regular guy feel Special inside?
He get hit with the 1, 2, 3, Kid, now Sikh's gotta wrestle for life
His head get a "doo"
His chest get a "bah"
He dead in a suit
His neck get a tie
I throw him in a casket head first, I'm lettin' him die
Now Sikh's (6) upside down but he's dressed to the 9's
Hey Toronto, allow me to switch up the vibe
Cause I remember the first time my mother told me she was "real sick", she was hesitant
I was a teenager, confused lookin' at her cause, I didn't see the physical evidence
You see, mental health is very very important
Some people don't believe it exists
A lot of folks don't believe that it's real
A lot of folk don't believe that you're sick
In September, is the Suicide Prevention Month, I done lost friends to that fight
And we at the end of the month and right now, someone on the stream feels like they at the end of they life
If that's you? I love you, you got purpose, I'm prayin' that those thoughts end
There's a lot more of life, you're a god send
My mother's strugglin' right now watchin' this battle
But she said, "A. Ward, we don't do debatables." Darkness will not win
And I hope this battle is a metaphor to always check up on ya strong friend
Aye I ain't come to get personal with you
I brought enough bars to battle you and every person that's with you
I tell 'em "fall in line"
Toronto, God is good!
(All the time!)

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
Kimzy Aaron Ward
Raps like he needs the dictionary more
Beat blood and shit out him in a dysentery form
Expensive ware, even a travel bag I'm bringin' here Dior
But ain't gotta be in the air to tell this Christian carry on
Kimzy Aaron Ward
I sense the Devil hidden near ya core
More demons than soldiers that been in military tours
His body, in a cemetery stored
But y'all won't notice a death, that's what they make obituaries for
Kimzy Aaron Ward
Be at the bar forgettin' fear of God
Gettin' on all these Pay-Per-Views, got him drinkin' spirit bombs
Beers and all
They said you can bring a Horse to the stream, but you can't make 'em drink, now I think that theory's wrong
Instead of being at Stay Forever you had your match Viix'
True alcoholic, wanted to be with Remy to have his fix
He didn't come to the Pat event but he was part of the surprise Illmac was in
Cause when he alone with his thoughts he still gotta battle gin (Jin)
Stay Forever was vital, better than The Bible
The whole show was God
I mean, I had a 2 on 2, ain't that sorta like Noah's Ark?
We had a saint (Saynt) on the card, saw Casey compliment her Verse
And witnessed disaster (Dizaster) battle God (G.O.D.) on his return
Versus Frak a Jew died, ain't that sorta your whole ordeal?
You know what's better than holdin' a last supper? Raising a quarter mil' (meal)
Long Live Pat Stay!
Your scripture was in the building, why wasn't he in the room?
Your God need six days, all we needed was two
Speaking of...y'all think God built the world in six days dawg?
Then rested on the seventh?
So your "god" took a day off?
He built this world where poverty doesn't ever switch
Killed the slums and helped the rich
Clocked in for only six days then up and left it with nothin' gettin' fixed
Your lazy ass "god" couldn't pick up a couple extra shifts?
Six days? I can't relate
My schedule been consistent for a decade at least
Chest day, back day, leg day, repeat
On Sunday I drop the health plates and cheat
Aye, you mean to tell me your "god" got the same amount of rest days as me?
Bitch, my schedule? Mostly short notice, this run is elite
I used to think it wasn't for me
Now I'll have nothin' on Monday but by Sunday it's three
Bitch I am your god, I get everything done in a week
I question another belief
Y'all said the homie Jesus died
But fun fact, he's still alive and he gon' return
When the fuck at?
Bet you wish Jesus said, "My rebuttal game crazy!"...cause then he'd actually have a comeback!
There's one God, tell your fake one don't speak it vain
He'll 30 the Holy Trinity in Jesus's name
He even rebuttal better, don't believe it? He'll aim at the Father, The Son, Holy Spirit- all three of them thangs!
I'm Sikh!
The way we define God don't defy logic
It ain't no man in the sky plottin'
God is an energy AND I GOT IT
That's my slogan for you Christian cats
It's like Dr. Strange's cape, my material's so fly I can bring it back
You ain't on no religious path, you just grouped into a thinkin'
Fuse the definition to follow rules and the traditions
Not the lifestyle, just stupid superstitions
The words, when they in ya favor, not when we usin' it against him
I know this dude that got convicted, they threw him in a prison
The cruelty of the system introduced him to religion
Missed his kids spelling bee but felt like he was doin' the shit with him
Cause he ain't no about the Word until he used it in a sentence
Fuck the hymns, let me preach to the choir
Y'all defeated the concept of religion and how people define it
Christians use it for control through leaders and tyrants
Sikhs use it as freedom fighters, got the genes of survivors
He speakin' on, bein' equal but don't even live by it
Demeaning of people's beliefs if they Jesus deniers
To the point he turned to the same evil he fightin'
Cause if we don't seem to agree he'll get a demon inside him
You proud to be Christian when it's easy to side with
I've repped being Sikh when a time our regions divided
Ain't no sermon you got that'll stop my people from dyin'
There's a difference from lookin' to Ward and seekin' (Sikh in) asylum
Sikh's have temples, y'all have churches to pray
And that's the difference in logic when we turnin' to faith
Cause when you hear "preach!" or "church!" it's just words that you say
But a temple is only gonna work with a brain
You call the Lord your "father", you don't seem like a son to me
You ain't a child of God, you in need of His custody
I am battlin' ya God cause there's a demon in front of me
And after this third round you gon' be keepin' Him company
I'm on that Jersey shit, that goin' all out shit
Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds with?
You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now bitch
Cause you can't show up to work when you call out sick (Sikh)!
Jersey!