Saflare Sole vs. Z The Dropout

[Round 1: Z The Dropout]
Let’s get this goin’
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, real quick, real quick
Lemme get a “Amen” (Amen!)
Lemme get a “Amen!” (Amen!)

I said, last time I was on this stage for y’all, I made Yoshi G cry
Facts!
As White Jesus, spittin’ some foul lines
But this? A pack of cigarettes
It’s a general warning…I’m outside
I got the Method and read (Red) the contract to get you outlined
My final test, it’s ‘bout time
And for those who don’t know…I’m ‘bout to smoke Sole (soul): How High
I’m puttin’ money on his head

Yeaaaaaaaah!

[Saflare Sole]
That’s light

[Z The Dropout]
I’mma put money on his head
I’m puttin’ money on his head
Why bro testin’ me?
And on the Daily, Double it up
I’m ‘bout to host Jeopardy!
This Palestine, new machines and old weaponry
I’ll get a charge for usin’ the toy on his crew…
But the battery for Sole (sold) separately!
I’ll take a knife, fuck him up
The-

Woo!
I-
Yeah!
Y’all know me

I’ll take a knife…
I’ll take a knife…hold it down
I’ll take a knife, fuck him up
The blade’ll slice, or knuckle up
Incisions lead to bubble guts
Expensive, get your stomach pumped
Listen, you ain’t tough enough
Business on the up and up
Buck-fifty, take half off: we makin’ budget cuts!
It’s fuckin’ tragic!

Woo!
It’s-
AAAAAHHH!

[Saflare Sole]
Aye! Aye! Aye!
Aye! You better work
You better work

[Z The Dropout]
Oh, oh, oh!
Y’all see him?
Y’all see him talkin’ during my round?
He gon’ talk during my round
What, you think that you’re cold?
Be careful, I’m a medium, I can talk back to Sole (soul)

WOO!

It’s fuckin’ tragic!
I up a knife, and dump the ratchet
But y’all gon’ think he Tsu Surf, the way he Stumbles off Summer Madness!
Then I lock, load!
Stock low!
Two drums: rock, roll!
The weapon empty
Elvis Presley: they said the white boy done GOT Sole (soul)!
Then BOW! Toe get tagged
BOW! Open gash
‘K, .9, .5 by his face: it’s a COVID mask
Then I open bag
I pick up 12…but I ain’t close to Jaz
And shit, I don’t mind bodyin’ Sole (soul): yoga class!
I told his ass!
I told his ass, the heat-

Aaahh! Every bar!
Every bar!

I told his ass!
I told his ass, the heat gon’ raise
We need no fade
When a white boy black out: it’s my emo phase!
We not the same!

Mmmm…AAAGGH!

(*Z slaps the floor with both hands to hype himself up*)

TALKIN’ ‘BOUT!?
What are you talkin’ about!?

[Saflare Sole]
It’s not enough, bro
It’s not enough, bro
It’s not enough
It’s not enough, bro
You crazy, nigga

[Z The Dropout]
It’s my emo phase!
I’m gonna run it back

[Saflare Sole]
Go ahead
You can get your shine, bro

[Z The Dropout]
It’s my emo phase!
We not the same!
Scope on the shotty, the optics changed
One shot, knock Sole (soul) out his body like Doctor Strange!
I peeped game, how lame be writin’ filler
Let one clap overhead: I’m Mike in “Thriller”
Man, you just talk tough!

What is he talkin’ about? (x2)

Let one clap overhead: I’m Mike in “Thriller”
Hold it down
Pray for him

[Saflare Sole]
Nah…that shit ain’t enough

[Z The Dropout]
Let one clap overhead: I’m Mike in “Thriller”
Man, you just talk tough
My actual life is realer
‘Cause I was really in the trap, Sole (Trapsoul): Bryson Tiller!
This still the beginnin’
I’mma make all these bitches suffer
Dr. Miami, one knife, I’m puttin’ all these bitches under!
I creep low!
Deebo: I got all these bitches’ numbers!

You heard me! (x3)
I got all these numbers!

I CREEP LOW!
DEEBO: I got all these bitches’ numbers!
Smack, I’m from Palestine
I got all these bitches covered!
Then another!

(*to DNA*)
Didn’t I tell you I was gonna go crazy on him?
I told you

[Saflare Sole]
Good shit

[Z The Dropout]
Smack, I’m from Palestine
I got all these bitches covered!
Then another!
Whole set explode
The Arab next to blow
Last time, I was Jesus
This time…GOD REST HIS SOUL!
And he know, at the show, the code word’s “wrestlin’”
That mean I’mma walk through Flare like Goldberg’s entrance!
Tonight, I ain’t play ‘round
This a shotty wit’ a gauge now
The kickback, so I aim down
When I lift that, he gon’ stay down
Spin back, wildin’ on bro, bang rounds!
The kickback got me slidin’ on Sole (soul): James Brown!
They said he got the advantage - HOW!?
‘Cause he talk tough and y’all won’t believe me?
‘Til I close (clothes) off the Gap between us: Yeezy
What’s in your pockets?
I’m bookin’ all these rappers: Beasley
Shit, only way Sole survive a (Soul Survivor) hit…if he Young Jeezy!
Too easy

I know, I know

Too easy
The fo’-fo’, dumpin’ in his area
The pole go, let Sole (Soul) Glow: it’s Coming to America
I’m so precise, scope and snipe
It’s only right, I’m gettin’ Sole in the view (soul interview): Poltergeist
Then BOW! Ain’t gon’ be a soul in sight!
But I heard he in-

(*Z gets called for time*)

Time?
Nah, I got more!
I got more

[Saflare Sole]
No, no, let him rock out
Let him- let him go
Please let him go
Let him go
Let him go, please
Let him go
Tell him “Let him go”
I’mma fuck him up
Tell him “Let him go”, please
Let him go! LET HIM GO!
Let him go!
Let’s go
‘Cause I'mma f- I’mma fuck him up
Let him go

[Z The Dropout]
Ain’t gon’ be a soul in sight!
But I heard he in the trap, makin’ crazy loot

Shh! Hold it down!
Hold it down!

I heard he in the trap, makin’ crazy loot
I pull up, big chopper: sabretooth
That shit go (*phew, phew, phew*)
One .80 shoot
Aye, DNA, I got the plug covered, and the baby proof
You ever had two people fightin’ the same- yeah!

(*By this point, the crowd has gotten restless with Z constantly stopping his round to react, and they start to have side conversations, with one person in the crowd yelling “TIME!”*)

You had two people fightin’ the same case, thinkin’ one of them must’ve told?
They gave dude PC, but gave his co-de’ (Cody) pops like Dusty Rhodes
I’ll have your mom at the funeral cryin’ like, “Nah, this not how love should go”
Now she all sentimental at your grave
All ‘cause I touched her Sole (soul)
He got the wrong guy
Fuck wit’ me, this gon’ fly
Then…stomp twice! He gon’ die!
Then…keep putin’ my foot down on Sole’s tongue: this shit the wrong size
So fuck you
He got this shit con-
Fuck you

[Saflare Sole]
It’s over
I got you, bro
I GOT you, bro
I got you, bro

[Z The Dropout]
Last four

So fuck you
Clearly he got this shit confused
Shhhh…

[Saflare Sole]
They don’t wanna hear it

[Z The Dropout]
Hold it down
You got this shit confused
You got this shit confused!
What you gon’ say? I’m Mike P?
Well, the way I love this ratchet…shit, I just might be!
Time

[Saflare Sole]
I got y’all
Yo?
Oh, nah-nah
Yo? Yo? Yo?
Turn me up, turn me up
Nah, this jawn gotta go up, up, up, up, up, up, UP, UP!
Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte!
Can y’all hear me? (Yeah!)
Yeah! A lil’ bit more up
Let’s go - aight, y’all ready?
I got y’all
Y’all can hear me up there?
Y’all- turn me UP!

[DNA]
Turn him up, turn him up

[Saflare Sole]
Aight, aight, aight…
Thank y’all

[Round 1: Saflare Sole]
That was ass

A lot of y’all know me, and a lot of y’all don’t
Matter fact, most of y’all don’t
Matter fact, all of y’all don’t
I’m a ex-felon who ain’t been to prison in four years
I got a wife and kids
I’m blessed
Grateful for my URL debut
Prayin’ everything go clean
I finally got my own business, too, Charlotte
Proud to say I’m a owner…OF A M-16!
LET'S-

He’s dead
This nigga’s dead, bro
He is dead, bro!
He is DEAD, BRO!

I’m tryin’, bro
Let’s go, let’s go
I ain’t got much time - let’s go

Proud to say I’m a owner…of a M-16!
Let’s keep it a bean!
I coulda debuted Caffeine at Genesis
Back then, it wasn’t no talks of Jesus: Leviticus!
Kick door!

Aye!
Aye, P, don’t stop me, bro

(*to Z The Dropout*)
Bro, it wasn’t enough
I fuck wit’ you, too, bro

C’mon! Let’s go! Let’s go!
They not givin’ me time

I finally got my own business, Charlotte!
Proud to say I’m a owner…of a M-16!
Let’s keep it a bean!
I coulda debuted Caffeine at Genesis
Back then, it wasn’t no talks of Jesus: Leviticus!
Kick door! Shoot his grandmother, then hit his bitch!
Patrick Ewing: the tongue out on the pump, give the kid a kiss!
Semi lift!

LET’S GO! LET’S GO!

(*to Z The Dropout*)
Crazy, bro…
You thought what you d-...

Give the kid a kiss!
Semi lift!
Wit’ a .50, I’m imminent
Chrome 23, push him back in a daze (the days)
Why Reminisce?
I done seen things
Wit’ a chopper, I paint an obscene scene
Oh, DNA wit’ you
Fuck, you the Dream Team?
Put a scope on
In the view (Interview) a legend like Mean Gene
This shit dangerous!
Better get back, Drop (backdrop): it’s a green screen!
Ditch the throwaway, and then the blade come out
I been steppin’ so long, I suffer from gout
We can put the gu-

I gotta get my breath
I gotta get my breath
I gotta get my breath, bro
C’mon, y’all

I been steppin’ so long, I suffer from gout
We can put the guns down
Go to his body - I lied to ya
Steal him in his face, (k)not in his stomach: benign tumor
He try to swing? I weave and squeeze first
Calf shot, fuck up your leg, Dropout: breach birth!
The white boy done dodged a headshot
Hit his back! Fuck up your disc (disk), Dropout: Redbox!
Summer Madness!
Summer Madness!
Niggas’ll die to be in my spot
You thought you was gon’ rock a big stage and I’m not!?
This shit is my dream!
Visine: so can I, Drop! (soakin’ eyedrop)
The game needs me!
I used to kick in doors (endorse) for water like Fiji
We really men of honor
The water was pure like Lake Minnetonka
Took the coke money to push the PCP farther
Now the Rock moves the water like Moana

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, boy?
Fuck is he talkin' 'bout!?

Now the Rock moves the water like Moana
Keep up!
You don't even see how my mind travel
Got a bunch of white and made a league of my own
I'm even surprised that I battle (iBattle)
You die tonight!

I- I'm tryna get all the way through it

You die tonight!
First, you go on a shirt
Second is the fish fry, then he go in the dirt
Third, the preacher readin' Psalms, his whole family hurt
Hold on...why am I givin' Jesus basic instructions before leavin' Earth?

I'm a fuckin' BEAST!
Thank y'all, man
I want it, bro

...basic instructions before leavin' Earth!
It's Biblical
I'm 'bout to make history
This bitch finicky
They wanted to see if Zak or I'll (Zechariah) have the most energy!
His vibe off!
His vibe off!
Somethin' don't seem right
He ain't never been a part of that street life
Walk around wit' the heat tight
Catch a charge wit' you? Heh, I don't wanna know what that'd be like
'Cause if they mention Zak and co-de' (Zack & Cody)
The judge'll take away my sweet (Suite) Life!

Endin' it
Should I end it?
Should I end it?
Round
Fuckin' better stop PLAYIN' WIT' ME!
I’m done, thank y’all
Aye-aye-aye!
All y’all go-
Aye! Aye!
Aye, look (x6)
Hold on (x7)
Aye, look, look!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, look
Look, look, real quick, real quick
Real quick! Look, look! Look!
Yo, I’m done
Look, I’mma cut my round
Y’all all go follow me on Twitter right now, please
Do that for ME!
@BSaflare
@BSaflare

(*The crowd starts chanting “3-0!” for Saflare Sole*)

I’m done