Bring it on

Did it really happen or was it jus a dream, I was to B Xiled from rapped for being hard to beat/ See this kat is far from whack i give him that and when it comes to battle rap/ He hold it down like a frown but I clown wit a style he ain't touching hashtag that as a fact/ Now we travel back as i cock cock cock back with a track that aims to knock B off that X and I'llrelax/ And see what happens and before you go to attackin keep in mind muthafucka Grandad keep it real when he rappin/ So if I say it then I mean it while you playin you are dreaming if you thinkin for a second that you bringin what I'm bringing/ I bring meat to the table you bring drinks and your fables I cant relate and aint able to compete with me B jus be grateful/ That I ain't able to turn back time like I'm Cable man my bars are so fatal that I can kill emcees without a label/ I'm a metaphysical lyrical killa for hire wont let a fictional whimsical pun spitta boy try to conspire/ To topple my tower bitch this ain't Babbel but my fury can rival that of Jehovah as i go off to battle like a soldier/ I'm a bastard out the North so you can call me John Snow bruh and so wut I'm old cuz you couldn't hold me back if you was Hodor/ I drop bombs like they mortars you good but bomb like John Carterwhile my tracks go harder then an angry father slamming a car door/ Yous a pussy, kat swattin at a fuckin hyena I'm laughing as I'm tearing into ya leave this kat a gory 5 minute mess like I'm Katrina in New Orleans/ Entering this arena need ta bring a machine gun with your raps to have a Vikings chance in Valhalla to take a Win when I snap/ Bruh has more nuts then a bukake slut talkin the shit that he does but I really hope that Mugz goes in and tears your ass up/ I'm an elite that competes on a whole nother level you stuck on beginner I tutor you pupil I rock and you pebble/ I'm from the south but homie dont call me no rebel I may rebel against the system cause I feel like it fail us tell us B/ When was the last time you was compelled to achieve your goals instead of being jus another ghost on a beat/ This ain't a roast its jus me educating a student to B Xtimes greater then another try hard artist that fears his defeat/ Forget runnin them streets supply them streets with heat get your money up young homie or B Xiled like MG/ K for fuckin round with me I slay workin 50 hours a week I still find time to murda a beat and any emcee/ Who think smoke is sumpin other then these trees that I chief out a pipe prayin for piece of mind in these times of grief/ Fuck some beef that's a young mans game I aim to top my pallet with cheese call me a dairyterian cause I live off of chedder shit it's better for me/ Then takin my pistol to someone's gristle and split em to they white meat and cop another charge and a guilty plea/ Dont tell me shit about this and that and what you gon do to me with a strap threats against me or my family will result in a preemptive attack/ I ain't tryin to do all that I'm more bout stacking chips then peeling caps are you feelin that then let's collaborate on a track/ I dont even care who wins as long as I get respect back but me comin whack hell naw bruh I can never do that/ And its fact that when I rap whatever I get I give it back with every bar that I spit I give it my all and will until I collapse/