Ave vs. Real Sikh

[Round 1: Ave]
I say YO!
It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch!
I survived COVID...and still weren't afraid to get Sikh (sick)!
'Cause you been on your shit this year
It's a big difference here
Megalodon: you gon' need more than Real (reel) if you fishin' peer (pier)
Let's be clear
You think you bringin' me fear? Not a lick, bro
I'll rock you on your shit, then go watch some Apocalypto
So bitch, don't flex
And if you a student of music, expect to hear somethin' pop as soon as this go (disco) left
Oh yes, I'm sure the hands'll win
But a pistol will be pure damagin'
Once the morgue bag him, it's "Lord, havе him" then
And I done been to war wit' more savagе men
Fuck this artificial nigga in Jers-
Bitch, you'se a floor mannequin!
I'm at it again!
'Cause all this barkin' just a marketin' scheme
It's Captain Planet: yeah, the Indian got heart in the ring
But I mean, that might appeal sponsors
But see, he far from the slickest (Slickis)
And ain't none of these niggas wit' Real Monsters
So calm him!
'Cause if he try forcin' shit to prove
Finish Sikh (sick) wit' the .38: that's Jordan wit' the flu
'Cause it really can get gutter
Y'all find him in the land or lakes (Land O' Lakes)
Make sure the box for this Indian bitch butter!
Nigga, shut up!
You think muscles'll help you seem more realer?
Bein' buffed up only matter to Detroit niggas
I don't give a shit that he figure flexin'
You wanna prove that you can lift?
Well, let's see what you can do wit' .357!
Who is he testin'?
Smack, you gon' make me hurt your investment
He up here talkin' reckless like you his form of protection
Cocky as he could get
But if I want your life, dawg, it's my call
Lysol couldn't stop me from gettin' Sikh (sick)!
You hear me, bitch?
Don't play savage tryna ignore it
It's cool - niggas scared of that ladder more than Norbit
But of course niggas know the deal
But I'm sure none of his group of brothers willin' to lose they Soul for (4) Real
I'm in the field where the trap is amazin'
Niggas stackin' they paper or buyin' straps for the action we facin'
Run up in his crib, ratchets is blazin'
Bitch nigga got Big Tigga'd
That's when they found his (w)rap in the basement!
I'm not the nigga to play wit'
Like really, my nigga
But shit, I really got in as a dealer
Robbed shit when I was slim wit' the skrilla
Shit, I'll even make a lick out yo' bitch, takin' back anything this Indian give her (giver)!
Or take her to the town and see how we lit
Trust me, the men she'll (dementia) fuck? You don't really want in your memory, Sikh (sick)
Norfolk shit, meanin' if niggas front, your bitch'll pay
And my whole staff nice - we all could work at Chick-Fil-A
I mean, hey, what can I say? That's what it mean to be Ave
Shit, I handle mine, with or without a team if we clash
So dissin' Tay, it ain't gon' mean that he spaz
'Cause I can still get Sikh (sick) without Roc(k) like a fiend in rehab
So make me mad
I'll come through liftin' some shit that's lethal
For this Indian fag and the rest of his Village People
And if we miss, then bro roll through
Spin action, the stick snappin': 360 photo booth!
That's what I do!

[Round 1: Real Sikh]
YOOOOOO!
"I survived COVID, I ain't afraid of Si-"
Don't do that, B
You needed a ventilator
You can't use those rules wit' me
'Cause I'll air out each lung when I hold two machines
This ain't the ICU...you gettin' no room to breathe!
The crowds is back!
This a big shot here
It ain't Caffeine where I would diss my peers
Heard I can't go four bars without a lit line here
No hip-hop flair, quit my slick ideas
You think I CARE!?
This how I 3-zip top-tiers!
Next person that tell me I gotta switch my gears!?
I'mma start a fuckin' fistfight here
Lookin' at me like "Where the punch at?"
BITCH, RIGHT HERE!
Try and reach and get the Def Jam Vendetta
Said you bang that metal
First thing you draw on is the head like you picked the wrong Hangman letter?
Bitch, you won't get a chance to draw: I play Hangman better!
This is great!
I'm tryna stay here, this vibe is too dope
But I'm flyin' back to Jersey when I knock him out cold
I'm just followin' rules my mama had told
After it's lights-out on Ave, I gotta go home
I'mma flip on this bitch, and switch into this
Fuck your name flips - I'm gettin' Real sick (Sikh) of this shit!
This my new move made up
Introduce true danger
A .22 will shoot through you and who you favor
See the barrel smokin' when the deuce-deuce flame up
It's hot off the press like a new newspaper!
I'm at your local spot
You know me, homie, I'm on the block
Hold a mop
You try to hold it, brodie, your shoulder pop
You think I'mma miss? This a AR wit' a foldin' stock
Who I look like, JC!? I won't fuck up a Loaded SHOT!
HOMIE, STOP!
Y'all think Carl Winslow is ten toes wit' coke?
Heard he had stupid white: bimbo
Let a fist throw
The knife'll go right in this bone, split domes
Slice in a fight: Kimbo
In his home, fif' close
Get low, tiptoe
Rushin' (Russian) bro: Klitschko
Get smoke: indo
Haul ass-

Let me GOOOOOOOO!

I'm in his home, fif' close
Get low, tiptoe
Rushin' (Russian) bro: Klitschko
Get smoke: indo
Haul ass! Dip slow
I spark fast! Clip go
Doctors bummed out, like "Poor Ave": Skid Row
I'm BIG. BRO!
When I leave the stage, I'm in disguise
Chase him wit' a razor, then a blade'll pick his side
See it in his face he finna die
Split Ave after Civil War: that's the Mason-Dixon line!
He was jokin'! Behind the scenes smirkin'
Told me I looked like I owned a corner wit' this green turban
I said "Cool." M-16 burstin'
This ain't no regular 7-Eleven: the machine workin'!

WOO! YEEEEEAAAAH!

I'm wit' ya mom, she wanna date a younger cat
He walk in, I start making fun of Ave
Like, "Why Nate so fuckin' fat?
Now go to your room."
Then I take her up and smash
So I'mma crack on Ave, put my foot down, and break his mother BACK!
I been waitin' to hit
Have her naked and strip
Put her in a 69, start to play wit' her clit!
Soundin' like that slogan that you be sayin' and shit
It's 'bout time somebody put me face-to-face (wit' this bitch!)
Yeah! Jersey!

[Round 2: Ave]
Why is you up here talkin' like I'm really concerned?
I'm grippin' the arm, you get it twisted - watch this Indian burn
You better learn about me, mister
It's Slumdog Millionaire: soon as he dropped and shit, he'll get the picture
Who playin' wit' ya?
Once you say it's a issue, it's on
My niggas lettin' off them clips, then you gone
If I act him slippin' wit' chrome, his head clapped
Now he ain't got a third of his (w)rap
You gon' feel like Danny against you at NOME
The fuck he on!?
My gun plug gon' be forever paid!
And this government-issue for Sikh (sick) like Medicaid!
I'll come where this lame stay, like right where their games play
He came out MetLife and met Death in the same day!
Norfolk way!
Real niggas here, I told y'all
Don't nobody really fuck wit' that side...like coleslaw!
You see, the G's don't really know ya
But see, they know Ave sick-
I mean, they know Ave street and Sikh (sick) commercial like mesothelioma
See, they don't know that I know that the fix in for cuz
With marketing, offerings - all that shit, which is bub
'Cause they really feel he the engine that fits this, but bruh
What they don't know, my flow is Sikh ceiling - duh!
I mean, what the fuck's the debate?
I'm number one in my state
Not to mention, y'all favorite niggas scared to step to my face
But it's straight, Smack - y'all tried y'all best
Brought me a Indian that learned rap
But let me guess, your Tribe Called "Quest"?
I ain't impressed
That shit y'all be gassin', I don't sweat it
Summer Madness to NOME, set the numbers to smoke legends
I show up the most, get it?
So as far as resumes, nigga, mine 30 Sikh's (36) on Jersey: Jerome Bettis!
So what we bettin!? 'Bout who's best wit' the pen?
Why you flexin', my friend?
'Cause that type of shit'll get you decked in your chin
Shit, I'll take it a extra step in the end
That Kalashnikov: the Russian Sikh'll (sickle) never wrestle again
But ain't no need to go further!
Plus, wifey told me "Put a end to yo' (India) work"
And as you can see, the GOAT heard her (goat herder)
I'll hurt this nigga now wit' a fist
He'll have his biggest iBattle...just tryna get the swelling down on that bitch!
Who said you lit?
The fuck have you done as your claim to fame?
I laugh at this cupcake gas like Major Payne
Boy, your best look was a favor
That's why you're goin' back to bein' a zero in Jersey
Nigga, you Westbrook wit' the Lakers!
I hope that make you wanna play gangsta
I dare this loser
I know that you really fake, Sikh (sick): he Ferris Bueller
I got goons in the room, give a cue to the nearest shooter
Or blade grip, get a fair (fare) split like we sharin' Ubers
Man, that's brutal
'Cause usually it's a gun I pick to use
But this time, switchblade like Duncan Pinderhughes
Give a fuck who this ho even wit'
'Cause it ain't shit to clap him or the Last of the mo' he can (Mohicans) get
This ho's a bitch...
Heh-heh...time

[Round 2: Real Sikh]
These punchline dudes can’t be rappin’ wit’ me
Actin’ fishy, clock-watchin’ at 2:50
You stop me, I’m jabbin’ quickly
So if you call Time(s), Square up
Let’s see if Ave get busy!
Who scrappin’ wit’ me?
We could fight on stage
I get it shakin’ when I’m angry like white boy rage
A cross’ll make him lean dizzy…
Hook’ll make him 360
Couple fuckin’ uppercuts, it look like he agreein’ wit’ me
He ain't really want a problem wit' me
I'll rock him to sleep even if he rock wit' Roc in his team
I will Streets Music Arts Culture Knowledge this geek
And slap Ave first 'cause SMACK start wit' the Streets!
I pray to a energy, ain't no Lord and Savior
My people fought, so bein' in war's my nature
Type to blow your brains out, then worship later
That's my definition of "thoughts and prayers"!
You tried to slap Chess
I'll clap and let a beat knock
Pull a Tommy gun, he'll be turned around and then be shot
His heart pumpin', 'til I let a machine pop
Then I stop bangin' the drum - that's when this beat drop
He not vet enough to move me!
Show me when he meant three rounds without mentionin' a movie
Bitch, a .38'll make you fall out flat
That's what the Special affects (effects)
Yeah, make a bar out that!
All the dudes you cool with get threw in a new coffin
Shootin' the tool and losin' your crew, they gon' move on and
You'll be usin' too many funeral suits often
Murder (Murda) all over the place like Mook talkin'!
You lost it!

He's all over the place - facts
Yeah

You lost it! You already gettin' sloppy
At your telly wit' a bird, walk steady wit' it by me
Spark metal at your posse
Hit your squad like an Egyptian god: the Hawk headed to a body!
We coulda-
We...
Y'all want punches, right?
We coulda did this at Traffic: hold up, Ave
Hot Wheel track: I'm 'bout to roll up, Ave
Hancock: when I land, it broke up, Ave
Like when the towers fell, I'mma smoke up Ave
This like the Slut Walk Amber Rose done had
That's a BaldHead that'll put some holes (hoes) on Ave
Ocean Drive: I'm 'bout to coast on Ave!
Like the Macy's Day Parade, float on Ave!
You so off-track!
I seen how quick he be lyin'
Arguin' wit' Verb, you was twisted and cryin'
Tryna battle, but it's different wit' my shit
I'll let you choose which Verb you want...livin' or dyin'!
Jersey

[Smack White]
What y'all think so far?
Throw it up

(*A bunch of people in the audience and on stage hold up "1-1" with their index fingers*)

Aight
Last round...
Last round - Ave, it's on you
Let's get it poppin'

(*Crowd takes more than a minute to settle down and let Ave start*)

[Round 3: Ave]
Like, niggas told me you asked to get dealt this pressure
Guess it's 'cause you been cookin', Sikh (sick)...
So I'm just here bein' the health inspector
I respect you 'cause you rhyme quite ill
That lil' jammy against Danny really your biggest highlight, Real (reel)
Like, let's be trill
You ain't put in no field pain, damnit
You got handed advantages to help your lil' fame manage
I mean, you got a lil' skill lane, granted
Yeah, got a big look in Cali, all of a sudden, Real Name brandin' (Brandon)?
I understand it
Y'all new niggas settin' the vibes - cool
I told the homegirl Hurricane I respected them guys too
But see, that's where the line drew
'Cause I hope he don't think I'mma let this bitch in headwrap tell my era goodbye, Du! (Erykah Badu)
See, you'se a product of the system
Heard you was lookin' for a bout to get, Sikh
Well, nigga, now you found the symptoms
'Cause you ain't the one that led this movement
Niggas ain't want no Indian as the logo and the Redskins proved it!
Bitch, is you stupid!?
I earned my respect 'cause I been bombin'
Had to carry my state while the pressure was still formin'
You hit the gym? Well, I had to grind 'til it hit mornin'
You deal wit' a bench press, I'm stressin' a bench warrant
My shit is far from what you thought, son
Weight room?
Shit, I had to get a dumbbell (bail) set in a court one
But I ain't 'bout to stay complainin'
That's 'cause I overcame it
From a badass to being unique, like Raising Kanaan
What he claimin'?
That I'm not as famous as Smack pals?
Nigga, I was chasin' scratch
I ain't care who could pack house
That's what you choose to rap 'bout?
Tuh...
Bitch, I was thuggin' 'cause yo' cousins had a store they was lettin' us trap out
See, that's that shit that you ain't never been through
That's out your element, goof
I should rock your jaw 'til the swellin' get blue
And got some shit to hit whoever wit' you
I'm talkin' AK bullets in case he try to come wit' seven Sikhs, too
So who you hurtin'?
Lil' nigga, fuck you and your turban
Take it further and your bitch'll get murdered
Oh yeah, I'm certain
Like that's word to the Navajo, nigga
All they'll know is Sikh's bitch is missin' like the old Calicoe picture
So what's your issue?
'Cause bitch, you know I been 'bout that action
.30 under the .40 - that's that- (improper fraction!)
And I'll clap him!
And if I gotta lift shit at his team
I'll punish your Men's Health what fit in this (fitness) magazine
Fuck you mean?
Like I'll get the drop
Soon as I spot 'em
I'll dump ten at Sikh's (Six) best friend - see how that Blossom?
I'm not them other niggas!
I'll tell ya you gotta go
Dome shot, you'll hear a Indian drop...
(GERONIMO!)
Now you know!
I told you, "Fix my plate", right, Smack?
'Cause they been sleepin', it's time I bring my state right back
Don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas - they type wack
'Cause I'm that nigga outta Norfolk...(STRAIGHT LIKE THAT!)

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
Y'all ready?
I gotta fight back - hold it down
He was wildin', he was wildin'
Lemme fight back

The top-tiers you fought were trash
They never tried
They just need you for cash
'Cause when they-
Wait...I just thought of a double meaning off that
You know how most of the homeless people was in the Vietnam draft?
Yeah, the vets be sleepin' on Ave
I heard you left Cave 'cause Roc ain't show at the hospital
He wouldn't have said a word until you died alone
Remember when he said, "I'll be back, Ave"
You shoulda realized it, bro
He wasn't gon' be on your side until it was your time to go
Why you don't talk that talk back if it's all facts!?
Should left Cave when your boss had, them accusations
We off that
But ain't it funny to y'all cats
They say Tay look both ways and he crossed Ave?
Aw, snap!
That pack had favorites
Now they either left or fell off
You ain't half as dangerous
What's the advantage to have that Cave shit?
It seems like hangin' wit' Ave and Tay just ain't advantageous
Now you say all your old lines, reusin' your quotes
'Cause it remind us of a time that you used to be dope!
".30 under the .40: that's an improper fraction"
When's the last time you had a line that hit strong as that shit?
Swag Surf with Ars' is one
Lion King Scar, then what?
The 2 on 2 with you and Fonz had done?
You nothin' like your spar wit' Rum
Battled Covid and thought you won
'Cause you kept your smell and your taste, but you lost your touch
".30 under the .40", you was startin' this shit early
Now you lost to a kid born up in New Jersey
You like 43, only here cause your glory days were worthy
It's that same fraction, but now you over 40 gettin' 30'd!
The nerve of Nate, there's hella rhymes he steal
I'm here to murder Nate, he don't pen a lot himself
There's a word he take in every verse he make
Y'all don't recognize the L?
I had to tell you in person Nate (impersonate) you sound like everybody else
Now the rappers from Ultimate Madness are growin'
None of us sound alike and we've been trashing the GOATs
With a classic, a casket approach
All of us are real sick (Sikh), damn, I'm in a class of my own
We the best, pound for pound
Summer Madness was down and out 'til you put the Block Captain announcement out
You know what I do to the rappers on that card around the crowd?
From Eazy (easy) to Reed (read)? I ain't even gotta sound it out
They say you the most ducked, Ave a battle they runnin' from
Man, you lookin' at the reason B Magic is done to them
I made the champion quit on his path and then humbled him
I make rappers duck me while I'm rappin' in front of 'em
I'm on that Jersey shit, that goin' all out shit
Real Sikh, and I'm the problems that you want rounds wit'?
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)!)