King Of The Dot - Ness Lee vs Pass Music Lyrics

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[Round 1: Pass]

It’s Pass verse Ness Lee

This a long time in the making

Since the Grind Time days they was tryna find a stage
’cause the guy’s rhyming amazing

But not today, you get blindsided by the basics

Niggas ain’t got no love for you?

Well it’s a fine line with the hatred

Ain’t no commonplace I concentrate

In the confines of the cages

An Oakland nigga had to get more bars locked

This Guantanamo Bay shit

Face it

Ay yo Yung Ill!

It’s called Blackout, nigga, not back out

That’s a subplot

But what’s the blood clot they giving me

Fuck it, anybody can get it within a one-block
vicinity

What, son forgot? How Yung not remember me?

Gun shot, one pop, unlock your memory

But Ness Lee: what you popping ’bout?

Shit this battle might be better as a boxing bout

Yeah I be saying shit that’s out of pocket,
partner

Cause my partners will really turn your pockets out

Don’t get dropped in the place, that’s
what this not about

But you can get clocked in your face if you don’t
watch your mouth

And don’t be trying to say that you a D-boy

You got these people bugging

Only time you had dough on a brick it was a pizza
oven

Cut the cheap discussion

You could be six feet deep for nothing

Death could be the repercussion

I put you to sleep you meet the Reaper cousin

Curse him while I curse him it’s the Reaper
cussing

Learn this I’mma teach him something

Burn another leaf to function

Nigga I ain’t even wanna diss you for being on
Interscope

I mean that shit is dope

But you supposed to be winning, folk

How you still living broke?

If you was ghost-producing, ghostwriting, giving other
niggas your illest quotes

Just to get dropped and get no credit, I guess he still a
ghost

But you still be like “Yeah I was on Interscope, it
wasn’t no big deal”

Yo quit trying to be a humble bragger

You don’t even get enough credit for being
Atlanta’s first mumble rapper

What’s up with this shit?

Quit running your lips if you gon’ stutter,
stumble and mumble the shit

That’s wack, you Bernie Mac black sum’
of a bish’

[Round 1: Ness Lee]

I said P-Nut backed out in the last minute

Ay Aaron, thanks for fucking me over

But you light-skinded, you ugly, your name starts with
P

And you a piece of shit

So I ain’t gotta write too much of this over

Lil’ nigga, what’s that shit you talking &#
8217;bout?

Lil’ nigga watch your mouth

You said this would be better as a boxing bout?

Nigga you see these guns, bitch I’d knock you
out

You been spitting worthless verses lately

Even the way you word ’em’s lazy

If you hurt then take leave, you been looking nervous
baby

We want that old Pass, that Wolverine berserker
raging

I mean that shit used to look like a movie: &#
8216;When Nerds Get Angry’

But you get more than you worth, you face me

I’m more well rounded than a flat-earther may
think

If you don’t hate this herb then turn away
please

When D’s search your place they’ll find
you looking like you never learned to say cheese

I’ll break your sternum, leg, vertebrae,
spleen

You’ll be laid stiff, with your eyes open

Shit look like you had a perverted daydream

And all that gaining your courage while you burn a
grape leaf

Gon’ end up getting you high, wasted like Wird
of Pley jeans

I am hurricane, swinging at a hurricane speed

I’m a deity, my claims ain’t as absurd as
they seem

I could terminate your term in eight weeks

The term for how I determine what the detours meant
to be determined

You heard of the verdict it’s curtains like the
jury’s hating

He earned it

I line ’em up perfect

I cut his hair with Beijing

Short of breath, new colors in your flesh
permeating

By the power that my arm forces you’ll be
turning navy

You’ll see firsthand which way the pearly gates
swing

After I lean him with a flurry Sigourney can’t
weave

Then flee the scene before the police can get to the
doormat

But I mentally go back: I’m thirty days
clean

My mind’s cold and you don’t have a
cure for brain freeze

I’m Herman Cain mean, a circuit training is my
current main squeeze

If your main concern is safety make sure that your
front line got perfect aim

But what’s a turret when Sherman tanks lead?


So they blowing up your head when they tell you
you’re amazing

Charge into the game and you’ve incurred a late
fee

Think you’re bigger than you are and you&#
8217;re a Nate

Your innate ego that tells you that you’re an
eight

Is where I’m urinating

I said you be going off in Oakland like a veteran
do

But being good outside of Oakland is something you
never could do

I said the Oakland Raiders have just been subjected to
move

Outside of Oakland, let’s just hope that they can
do better than you

You speak like you like to fight

Well indeed, I am intrigued

My mind is wired like a machine

Left straight real quick if my right don’t
complete

LA Gears bitch, that means I’m light on my
feet

And in my hood, they like to steal a nigga’s
lighter then leave

But I misunderstood, I steal on niggas lighter than
me

Rock ’em to sleep and peel off

If I say I leave this mark in the streets

Don’t be waiting for no tires to screech

[Round 2: Pass]

Man, you landed in Canada

Got excited just to be hanging out with a lot of
rappers

I know I’m good if I hit the plug right before I
hit the plane, I know a lot of factors

Niggas balling in the Six, but they not the rappers

Miss me with that bullshit, I’m Serge Ibaka but I
dodge it faster

Ness pop back up, get your back popped

Now your posture back up

Can’t breathe, you need a oxygen mask

If we boxing back up

Man you look and sound dumb as fuck

I’ll fuck this whole function up

I’ll puncture your lung

I’mma jump for what

When I could split your middle like a blunt getting
cut

And dump your guts

You supposed to be a legend

But why don’t you get paid more?

We can’t even evenly wage war

You sick, Ness but I’m cancer at stage four

What they bring you to the stage for?

You don’t gotta ask if this the best

This classic shit class dismissed to rest

Your shit’s a mess

Niggas wanna pass the litmus test

But Pass the litmus test

This some brand new shit that I had to dig for Ness

Switch the opponent on you, damn how much you get
for Ness?

But these weak-ass rappers not showing up, that&#
8217;s how you get finessed

Man I’m bringing that capital back to
California

Shout out to Sacramento, but I’m from
Oakland

Home of hieroglyphics, niggas tag your temple

Yeah, we don’t do the trust game

It’s like you gotta keep one in the car, that&#
8217;s clutch man

When you ride with the shit, you drive with the
stick

But it’s not just a Mustang, it’s a must
thang

Niggas don’t bang colors so they just bang

But fuck that, yeah I like to scrap

I ain’t scared ’cause dog large, he
goofy

I’m Gucci, we do it all hard

We squabble I leave him red black and blue like a
squad car

Next to him I’m like a stick figure?

That stick figures, he off guard

My shit split ya’, I hit quicker

Big nigga we go hard

In this battle rap shit nigga I’m y’all
god

I’m ominous, omniscient with it

I got a different vision

Trying to move these numbers

I’m an arithmetician

Like your crew get ate by the 4-2 but that’s
quick division

Your bitch is tripping, pistol whipping

Crack your head can’t make up your mind

I make the split decision

I got it mapped out: fuck a resume, put the stats
out

Every rapper got smacked out

So I had to come back out to Blackout and black out

[Round 2: Ness Lee]

I said you can aim it and cock it

Bang it and pop it

But I need you to come to this battle the same way
you came to this battle:

Keep all that shade in your pocket

I remember when you had that classic matchup with
Hollow, son

Niggas was debating, they ain’t know if you or
Hollow won

They said that nigga Pass got the second, they gave
Hollow one

Then Hollow battled Budden and Lux

And you battled…..nigga Hollow won

I said we been cool, I produced a couple songs for
you

So as a friend I’m concerned your run was too
long for you

‘Cause you been out here losing, nigga, this the
zombie you

Nigga you lost to Bishop, what the hell is wrong with
you?

I said you used to airing out and tearing down crowds
and cheering out loud

But now all we hear around town is ’bout you
wearing down, how?

‘Cause you been out here losing to your
self

When you want me to take this mirror down, now?


They tell me Ness, bring the lyricism back bro

So I’m Christopher Rivers when he’s
listening to Fat Joe

And I’m sitting in the château

I tell him how we similar then I sit him in my
shadow

Woah, how this nigga think he winning when he that
slow?

See how a pro laps him if I hit this little asshole?

Pause

He think it’s all cinnamon and apples till he get a
Bender versus P Nut

Heavy coughing in the middle of his battle

I’m sending him and it’s intense

He’ll spend his life behind these bars, I’m
ending him in a sentence

Points inside of points like independent in a
pendant

And no matter wrestling match or crafting an effortless
rap

I’m pinning him in an instant

Jeez, he’s ruthless

But you Stacy Dash when she play the preteen
Clueless

At a hundred percent, you never seen me losing

Just be ready to go out like a PE student

Truly if you knew me then you’d know that this
a new me

Like ring, ring ‘Who dis?’

I eat, drink, sleep, breathe clean sweep music

You see that he’s a beast, when you swing he
do this

Weave, weave, weave, weave, weave, stupid!

Let’s get it clear, boy

We are not peers, boys

I see the future, you getting this joy here boy

I’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoiding, you
hear boy?

And I feel like roasting, bring that ass here boy!

I said you old, we-don’t-know-what-you-are-in-
the-race-ass nigga

You old, internally-conflicted-in-the-face-ass nigga

You old, whenever-you-hear-a-cop-say-‘Chase
that nigga’

Your black side run

Your white side chase that nigga

And-that-backpack-you-be-wearing-is-stupid-face-ass
nigga

You old, ‘I like to move it, move it’-face-
ass nigga

Soon as you start to think you’ll see this geek
son mean

Never forget, Warriors blew a 3-1 lead

[Round 3: Pass]

You ain’t just dark, Ness

Rest in peace to King Charlie Murphy, but you
Darkness

My bad, you ain’t like that?

Well if you don’t you can get the world’s
blackest violin

‘Cause every time I see you, I want to be like
‘Hello, dark Ness my old friend’

What you came out here to Blackout just to out-black
me?

How special

I’ll bet you this crowd gets you

Well let me tell you, the only reason I even came out
here was to out-Ness you

I’m a young black militant nigga with
melanin

Done yapping, willing to settle it

Untapped skill set

Gun clap grill spill in your lap

You smell the evidence

Don’t get it then you forever dense

My name rose to prominence

Leave him defeated, he leaking, his confidence

Can see your stream of consciousness

But, can’t tell if you conscious, Ness

So, put the nickel to your noggin since

He need some common sense

Now I know why you not moving shit, with the music
shit

It’s a lot of technical

Yeah you a rapper’s rapper, but it’s got
the best of you

It’s like trying to push a wheelchair up
stairs

It’s not accessible

But you just keep saying that you don’t want to
dumb it down

And that’s how niggas with the most talent get
stuck in the fucking underground

But I’ll never fall off, I just bounce back

And call y’all dumb

But you never even been on a platform that you could
fall off from

Even though them white boys on King of the Dot
don’t always say Ness Lee’s
awesome

But, you just know how it to play it well

You gotta be like the least cool rapping nigga from the
ATL

Like yeah, that way

You look like you work at a Subway

Yeah, that way

Your lips the same color as a ashtray

Hold up, wait a minute

You see how I did it?

When I come back out and black out my shit sound
different

If you come to from a blackout you really sound
different

I’ll be the last man standing when this round
finish

I give, work to your block

I give your town bidness, nigga

[Round 3: Ness Lee]

Fucking wild, he said I don’t want to dumb it
down, like that was true

Fuck is you talking ’bout

Nigga I had to dumb it down to battle you

I said Bender you used to be the main attraction

But he’s faded to black since

And fans still faithfully asking when we’re
making it happen

Every time I’m not announced versus you, they
get to spazzing

Like, ‘Where’s Bender?,’ I&#
8217;m like, I don’t know

Somewhere painting some wack shit

Or music over battling

Considering how mild his morale is

I figured he’d be more radio active

Wanna see me and that little nigga spar

You gotta make that nancy care again

So I reach and hit him with a bar

But he might keep running

I mean, he did get washed by P Nut

And he ain’t nothing but like the light me or
something

And if you keep writing you might delight me with
something

Tell your chick I’m the shit, bitch, I might need a
blumpkin

She slick like my dick print, invite me to luncheon

Some insight to live with you might be a luncheon

You get hype I Trick-Trick your life, repercussions

Your windpipe get slit with a knife, reconstruction

If you have any questions the class is in session

A couple more battles for measure

Then I’m snatching that necklace

A mean ‘bow will leave Rone with a lasting
impression

Hello I am Ness

I can break ice in a matter of seconds

You haven’t noticed, P Nut got Pass in his
presence

Man that nigga be rapping like Pass, like Pass isn&#
8217;t present

Like you the old Pass

And he the Pass of the present

Passing with an impression of Pass

Like Pass’s past is impressive

That man done passed Pass in progression

Managed to catch Pass, and ran with it

Damn, pass interception

And y’all used to gas Pass

Now Pass ass and when you gas Pass you really pass
gas by retention

And all that passive aggression in Pass’s
aggression

Gon’ land Pass in a dream inside a dream

Y’all gon’ see Pass in inception

He get mad and try to take it past words

You gon’ need some caps, Wurdz

That’s password protection

This whole Pass section was for P Nut

As he’s made Pass an obsession

But I’m past that, now it’s a Pass
intervention

I’ve already had a chat with Pass as a rapper
and checked him

Now I have to rap with Alex Jenney, the man and the
legend

You been lacking in your standards

And as a fan it’s depressing

Now your work is in jeopardy, Alex is Alex Trebek-
ing

You gon’ be stuck here your whole life

You should use that as a weapon to lend your career its
own ice

And you ain’t Alex Ovechkin