Chilla Jones vs. Real Deal

Round 1

Real Deal

It’s been a while…

My last King Of The Dot joint I battled Rone, in a match for the ages

Used my third round to call out some rappers I hated

'Cause they was acting like faggots and I ain’t have any patience

So he got thrown under the bus like Metallica’s bassist

(?) Lush, 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

'Cause 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 Cinci(?) 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 then, 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 not a lot more to see

And shit I got "more than 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 MacNamaras, O’Reillys 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 hick from the sticks (?) in cabins

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 kingpin sigs burns, your wig perms

That shit turns to big Ern McCraken

Chilla Jones

Let’s face facts, bar for bar you ain’t half as sick

Ya angles 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 MCs bicker

Multis 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 I'm 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 Ok[werdz?]’s shin (auction) 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'm 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-4-ONE one damn jim

If I drew he’ll (Dru Hill) act shy ducking what my hand send (Hanson)

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 three 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 missile (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 pros 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

JaMarcus 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

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 martial 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 heineys 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 (Wolf Blitzer) if she seeing ends (CNN) 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 tension, you run detention

Trevor I do more than scheme, but still I’m the one to mention (dimension)

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 [Rosen]Burg, 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 some assault/somersault feel

If he don’t die from a shot anyone getting caught will (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 watch Cowboys games, Jones sweet/suite

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 at Jones Beach

I already took it to pen game, we can take it a next step forward

Cuz you got just trash in your pad 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 Polk High

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 hairline's gone

This motherfuckers hairline is worse than punchline hairlines

That shit is worse than “you can die here/dye 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 turtle

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 Fenway

This a Boston Massacre

I’ll lay you out in the crispest of Tuxes 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 in 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 are hard? You wanna go bar for bar?

I'll kick the shit out this fuckin queer like a Spartan guard

You better tell Martin 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 under your umberetta Chilla Jones

Chilla Jones

Now this round I turn up and speed past y’all

Normally I’m taking shots in my closing 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 fight, I’m grippin the heat putting tips to his teeth like nail bitters

I ain’t Rosenburg 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 a while

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 'N' '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 you props

Your shit is hot you spit amazing, let me get a five

[Real Deal doesn't give Chilla five]

Now y’all see the shit I’m saying?

He a racist y’all, look, he used to leaving niggas hangin’

Oh you on 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, Uzis 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 cryogenics

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 as 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 (Piston), that’s Lambeer

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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