Chilla Jones vs. Real Deal [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Real Deal]

It’s been awhile…
My last King Of The Dot joint I battled Rone, in a match for the ages
Used my 3rd round to call out some rappers I hated
Cuz they was acting like faggots and I ain’t have any patience
So he got thrown under the buss like Metallica’s bassist
(?) get me on this megacard
Looks like you put up repetition against a repertoire
It’s over, Mr. Strech-a-bar, now you getting these stretcher bars
Raise the beam, Chilla shot, we can go a stretch of bars
They got me battling a Jones like symptoms of withdrawal
He’s another dead rapper, hang his mural, put his image to brick wall
You talk that thug life, are you living that shit? Nah
You’ll get played in the streets like Dominican stick ball
You ain’t hood motherfucker I been peepin’ out where Jerome lives
Did a little research, you know, keepin up with the Joneses
But hey you’re a Jones with the Heat
Shit if you shootin cortisone in your knees
Cuz round Boston they say you won’t find a Jerome with a rock
Nor a (Norah) Jones pushin keys
He act like he add up on the corner like (?) Jones
Til he turn and he gotta face the music like Quincy Jones, Get me holmes?
This was supposed to be the battle that’s right up the fans alley
Real Deal versus street rapper, here’s what I don’t understand Cali
He talks like he runnin’ blocks and dumpin’ glocks
Let’s talk where you come from, shall we? You’re from Boston right?
Home of more white hoods than Southern Klan rallies
It’s just poor Irish white folk, there’s nothing lot more to see
And shit I got a feelin’ that Boston would rock more with me
I will show up to your doorstep with some potato heads with me
They trip and wave that piece like a grateful dead hippie
For a 6 pack of Guinness
I’ll pass and share your profile with some goonies
And get you stomped out by some (?), O’Reilly’s and some Roonies
That Mick masked up is not Foley bro
He tap ya pockets like “where art thou?” it’s not Romeo
Chilla’s on his Bullshit? This ain’t my first Rodeo
Oh you sick? Well I’m from the city that cured polio
But you look at me like since I’m from Pittsburgh
You picture a hip from the sticks servin a (?)
Well you must’ve misheard
Cuz if my goons figure that this herb is trappin’
I’ll send em to where you pitch work
There’ll be grins, smirks, then lit shirt reactions
For thinking you a king pin cig burns, your wig perms
That turns to big urn (?)

[Round 1: Chilla Jones]

Let’s face facts, bar for bar you ain’t half as sick
Ya angle’s are classic shit but predictable as it gets
You’ll act as if how I rely on wordplay is nothing known
You’ll mention Boston cuz I take pride in my fuckin home
You’ll say I’m white as hell, but polite as well to make a chump of Jones
Then mix in some humorous jokes with racist undertones
This what you do Real, we all know that’s your comfort zone
I battled DNA last June, look how much I’ve grown
Take a mean picture, don’t I seem sicker?
Scheme slicker while MC’s bicker
Maltese quicker, my speeds differ
Method Man told Day, “don’t let that boy from the Bean get ya”
Cuz I’m the best pro Meth has seen (Promethazine)
My punches lean niggas
If any white boy winning they mean Sheen
That DE talks like em try and get a fiend clean
I could tell his background fake, that’s a green screen
Chilla bring Magic to the mic/Mike like the Dream Team
In the Bean getting robbed for ya mink is like policy
Them rappers y’all feel lost the fur (Philosopher) like Socrates
With bars I don’t play tho, you better try and box with me
Try angles (Triangles) and get leaned, that’s an isosceles
You all angles, geometry
I’m drawing heat swiftly, I’ll put a bullet in ock’s shin so speak quickly
Ironic how when it’s war I keep a piece/peace with me
Full of Grind-time rounds to make him do 360’s
I’ll hit your grill at will/wheel like an airbag
For all that crying for saying my tier/tear gas
Let’s make it clear fast, they rate me higher with this shit dog I’m a 10
You’re an 8 (Urinate) and that’s what got you pissed off
But the reason for this loss is cuz you said I was “all scurred”
Called me the biggest Mark outta Boston since Wahlberg
But y’all nerds nothing but a funky bunch of Klans men
If you ain’t know I was NEXT up, get in sync (N*SYNC) with the planning
These IMMATURE new kids on the block ain’t understanding
I keep a JAGGED EDGE and one 12 (112) so you can’t win
I’ll JACK-SON 5 times all for one damn jim
If I drew he’ll (Dru Hill) act shy ducking what my hand send
You’ll never know who could be squeezing that toy fam
Could be a student, all I gotta do is give the BOY BANDS
So kill the noise fam cuz I’m the one making the sound now
You gon come with 3 wild rounds breaking my style down
But I evolved so it’s rare that I clearly lose
How you dissing me for a style I now barely use?
But now I use the best, bro find a new route
And fuck if you raw, I suggest you haul (U-Haul) it’s time to move out
I keep a hammer handy-man, so when that tool out
I bet this missle (dismissal) will ring his bell like school’s out
Round 1…

[Round 2: Real Deal]

It’s time to kill the hype, blow the lid off this whole Chilla bit
So when y’all finally listen to Chilla’s shit
Y’all gon realize what I’ve realized, Chilla’s shit
But they like “he’s the king of scheming”
Have you fuckin listened to a word Jerome is saying?
The shit you do is not scheming it’s called word association
I do that shit from time to time, it has certain pro’s and cons to me
When you start forcing punches & stretching words to flow it bothers me
They like “Deal, this is how you do in your 2nd round, you’re a nerd”
Honestly I found it ironic how a Boston rapper don’t know Termanology
How many lines in the English language has he done stretched?
And he’ll put his finger on his temple after a bar tonight, at least one bet
You got shit that goes over peoples head? In which battle?
I haven’t seen one yet, it’s the opposite
Your bars make people feel good when they get em like a refund check
My bars make people feel insecure
When they miss em like a cheated on spouse
After I battle people they’re never looked at the same again like
When you cheat on yo spouse
Chilla got y’all smoking that dog shit like it’s cheech and chong
Wow y’all are into deep but y’all still love Jones after the 3rd watch
In Too Deep, Love Jones, Nia Long, BLOAH!
I just did the same shit that you did with a B list actress
Cuz that B list wack shit deserves B list tactics
And your whole
“Spell his first name out with put you in the ER hospital” shit
Sounds like something my son would read me off a Popsicle stick
Let’s try with you, you’re Jerome right?
Well you gon see a Doctor J, it ain’t gon be no Sixers legend
With you in the ER if you O (owe) ME
When I show up with that smith and Wesson
Woooh! He woulda said that y’all would’ve been like
“Shit that bar was Ether!”
But the only people I know impressed with spelling first names
Are kindergarten teachers
This motherfucker told DNA
“How are you the champ when you barely (Bailey) be on the corner?”
Barely? Bailey? Oh, Champ Bailey like the football star
If you’d even bust that in a rough draft you lazy with that #2
You Marcus Russell, that’s a football bar
Cuz he was a bus back was part of a rough draft
He was lazy and his number’s two
But why am I breaking this shit down? People how dumb are you?
He picked a crew called Writer’s Block
The definition’s when you can’t come up with something new
You been doing the same shit for 30 battles Chilla
Congratulations, Writer’s Block is fucking you

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]

It’s Trevor Weller right? Well I don’t mean to trouble you homie
But you is broke, needed cash
I had a dub for you homie, I need that 20 spot
And I ain’t trying to knuckle you homie
This the truth, he’ll get the deuce if T.W. O (owe) me
Show me hard, I’m a predator invading your space
Make you pray in front of this meal/mill like you saying ya grace
Two’s light, a food fight you get a tre/Tray to your face
When I draw it’s Marshall Law you better stay in your place
See it’s easy to make gun rhymes, but nowadays I’m versatile
Plus general bars are easy, let’s get personal
I heard you was Dot Mob, and maybe niggas stretched the truth cuz
Well if he was, then where the fuck is Rex and Mook?
Where was Tay Roc when you was supposed to battle Will?
Why ain’t K-Shine behind you screaming, “GET THAT NIGGA DEAL!”
But for real, something had to make you join can you remind me what?
Was it for street cred to run with real G’s doin grimey stuff?
Or did you see niggas asses getting grabbed and their hineys touched
And hit Rex jack for the next match and tell em, “Sign me up!”
So what you thought
Cuz we on King Of The Dot that you a…King of the Dots
Well you thought wrong, no URL but for that dough, mayne (Domain)
I’ll make a dot calm (.com)
If it’s drawn and his wife in a Beamer
I send creatures, have a wolf blitz her if she seeing ends then leave her
See demons in a hood will bring death, that’s the grim reaper
So get the running when it whistle, that’s a gym teacher
Wait, ain’t you a teacher? What you rap cuz you want attention?
So not only do you run from the tention, you run detention
Trevor I do more than scheme, but still I’m the one to mention (dimention)
I’m a put you in retirement money, no fuckin pension
See I’m punching, you pinching, I ain’t even got a scar Real
You headline but that was Pittsburgh, you ain’t a star Real
Smack don’t like you or Berg, not at all Real
As far as that main event, that was the Raw Deal
I draw, whoever front get flipped and let a shot peel
The damn thing in my hand spring letting off steel
Once I air Real (Aerial), he gon see how somersault feel
If he don’t die from a shot then he wasn’t getting caught Real (Cartwheel)
They like “Stop Chill, Real will squeal”
Well if he sing this heat will burn his face that’s how you Seal the Deal
Round 2…

[Round 3: Real Deal]

Think where Jerry Watts Cowboys games, Jones sweet
My punches break bones Jones, Real Deal too quick for Jones reach
They treat you like you Nasir Jones when Jones speak
So it’s One Love when I murder your whole fam
And leave Jerome’s niece in Jones Beach
I already took it to pen game, we can take it a next step forward
Cuz you got just trash in your bag like a redneck hoarder
I’m not a hater tho, your battle with JC is a classic, I won’t lie
But you two pussies talk about it like it’s four touchdowns at (?)
I bet every year they meet up at the same place and town
Like its sacred ground
They stand on the curb and get chills
They reenact it and replay it like a 30 for 30 film
See I imagine when they’re older, JC gon be like “ayo Jerome brother
You went off in that one off and I know you could’ve spit more”
You gon be like “Julian that was right here young brother
What used to be this Lids store”
But aye if your battle rap don’t make it your music can make it
I see you had slain on a track
In a verse you said “I got the bars on lock like a prison guard”
Wooh! You got slain on the track
Don’t even dare take off your hat your hairlines gone
This motherfuckers hairline is worse than punchline hairlines
That shit is worse than “you can die here, dye hair” hair lines
I invested hair restoration even though I know it’s wild expensive
Cuz your fuckin hairline goes back like childhood friendships
But I seen you getting bitches tho… aye, you fuckin with Laura Tarsi tho?
Okay, I hope that pussy’s not fertile or she gon have a bunch of kids Running around lookin like the tootsie pop turtles
Most other battle rappers would’ve just took it to the neck game
But she made you feel at home cuz she got big walls like (?)
This a Boston Massacre
I’ll lay you out in the crisps of Tux in tribute to Boston’s past
And since you a local hero, it’ll be a boston mass in Boston Mass
Praying at your Boston Mass
I’m Boston Mass like Affleck, yeah I’m on my town shit
I’m murdering you, let me tell you in a way you can get down with
What you think your bars hard? You wanna go bar for bar?
I kick the shit out this fuckin queer like a Spartan god
You better tell Michael Sheen to get Marky Mark
(?) you’ll find the departed where he parked his car in Harvard yard
The only people that think you’re amazing, have no GED and live at home
Fuck you and whoever wins that corny contest to chill with Jones
Thanks to you unoriginality is running wild
You’ve given birth to a million clones
So I just murdered you
And everybody you under your umberetta Chilla Jones

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]

Now this round I turn up and speed past y’all
Normally I’m taking shots and close bars like last call
But not tonight, if he brought his wife and she got a ass y’all
I’m getting intimate (into mitt) when I catch her (catcher) like a Fastball
You mad dog? With yo glass jaw
Frail fright, I’m grippin the heat but tips to his teeth like nail bitters
I ain’t Rosenberg I’m a real writer
He in trouble cuz this teacher struggle
With Dangerous Minds like Michelle Pfeiffer
Who the hell nicer? I ain’t lose in awhile
So criticize my wordplay, I’m still using a style
I’m Slick Rick with the scope, if we don’t patch things up
I use an eye to split deal, think not? You in denial
Now use and I to split DEAL, DENIAL, see I’m the man stupid
One day Real was teaching his class about the Klan movements
Seen a hand moving, took a question from a damn student
About the black panthers and said his favorite was Cam Newton
My plan prudent
On the real, he don’t be discriminating I give me props
Your shit is hot you spit amazing, let me get a five
Now y’all see the shit I’m saying?
He a racist y’all, look, he used to leaving niggas hangin’
Oh you in a range? Well I’m a ride past with that toaster b
Then I reverse Trevor, catch you in that Rover T
Hop out the holster I approach the V
Then Bullseye, shots flying through ya Range like they supposed to be
With bars you ain’t close to me homie, this is true skill
Jones clever, better clone Trevor cuz I’m too/2 Real
Blue steel, Uzi’s and hecklers
Y’all will hear clickin while Real/reel spinning like a movie projector
You’ll need a stretcher, I’m warning you Trevor keep talkin
Gun tucked, I run in that spot where you eat often
I’m holding bucks looking for the Deal like a flea market
Just to leave Deal on the table like a plea bargain
With heat sparkin like pyro glitches, I’m back cracking like Chiro visits
Y’all said this pussy’s sick, but never showed this guy no (Gyno) clinic
Well it’s a science to a body, this is biophysics
I’m leaving marks on the wall like hieroglyphics
While everybody dead frozen like (?)
I’m a menace you’ll need a vest that detects and protects steel
The best shield that or an S on ya chest Real
This is the shit that happens when you step to the best Real
Bars out of this world I brought extra to rest Real (Extraterrestrial)
Why you talking bout my hairline bro?
I mean why you even take it there?
I know you’re a teacher, we all know you got a great career
But parents was mad cuz they seen you and said his face is weird
With those beady eyes and this new fuckin rapist beard
I mean has I stand here and look at this damn beard
I have one thought, that damn beard look like
The little brother to Caustic and Dirtbag Dan’s beard
Y’all send a white boy to get pissed on, that’s lamber
All we do is Rob De Niro that’s why I’m who ya camp fear
The champ’s here, thought he could win he just lost a round
Against Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Grounds

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