[Intro: Gully TK]
You dig, it’s your boy Gully TK
King of the Dot Cypher Series, Volume 2: Blackout 6ix Edition
I brought some of the best battle rappers in the world with me today
We got Pass, Cortez, Marvwon, and my homie Bishop Brigante
Ayo DJ Docta, drop that

[Verse 1: Bishop Brigante]
Yo, yo
They’re poking at a lion in his cage
But it’s all jokes until you see the iron in your face
I been quiet and relying on not trying to catch a case
But I’m riding with the fire in my eyes, you can’t mistake
Fuck where you’re coming from, I’m Scarborough, it’s embedded in my soul
Competitive, ready to set it, now let’s go
Real rap over metaphors, ‘til you’re knocking on heaven’s door
I’m riding with a calico and I’m ‘bout to settle scores
I mean shit, why the fuck you think we purchase metals for?
I’m ready for it, any place, any time, any war
I never backed down, that’s nowhere in my background
So picture me turning down a battle from a rap clown
That don’t sound right so I’ma leave a sound bite
I promise I’ma show these motherfuckers what my town like
You want me on primetime, then you’re walking a fine line
We’re both from the cloth, but you ain’t cut from the same kind
You’re like a newborn, using words you ain’t know yet
That’s why you get no respect throwing shots at a known vet
With no cred, or no rep, or no set where you come from
There’s no turning back now sucker, this can’t be undone
Barking up the wrong tree, NAGL
While you was at work, I was working out details
New movie scripts, new TV shows and offers
You was battle rapping, living life in the offense
I was in the office, feet kicked up, bossing
I hear his heart beating from here, this gon’ cost ya
[Verse 2: Marvwon]
Uh
Marvin, I’m the reason a lot of n***as is eating
I’m also the reason a lot of their bitches cheating
I really live the life that a lot of these n***as tweeting
Shit, my starting point where a lot of you n***as peaking
In the streets, they’re in the blinds, a lot of n***as is peaking
You scared, go to church, start polying with the deacon
The Dalai Lama of drama, I am not for the beefing
My conversation’s thin, Somalian with the speaking
You hopped in to the deep end and ain’t took a lesson yet
My arms always out like I ain’t got nothing but sweater vests
I am the effing best, they say “prove it”
I can move it if I put my mind to it like Professor X
Am I a legend? Yes, fuck would you rate me
I’m 15 strong, you wrong if you try and hate me
Shit, in reality, you should thank me
And I changed how you looked, me and Tez was the first n***as in HD
I went against Em and the universe went crazy
Then I went on MTV and lost because I got lazy
Then I choked on Total Slaughter, nothing big, it was gravy
‘Cause I blacked out to the point that even Drake had to pay me, n***a
So how you gon’ feel I ain’t earn my confidence?
When half of your favorite ain’t got none of my accomplishments
I spit phases that will thrill you
You’re nobody ‘til a fat n***a kills you
FK
[Verse 3: Cortez]
Brooklyn, yo, yo
Okay, I’m back on it, never needed permission
I still got to eat, all I need is a kitchen
Bosses at the table, we’re seated, it’s the commission
Dope in my veins, I’m dope, it’s the addiction, huh
I’m ‘bout to pop, I wake ‘em up, Folgers
The feds tryna swarm us, pissy over Coronas
Heard through the wire I’m plugged, so they inform us
Mr. Me Toos, they swagger jack and they clone us
But not I, I’m B Stuy
Money green, LG, straight off the G line
R.I.P. Chinx, keep the heat in my G ride
Sick to their stomach, so raw, I could feed lines, chill bruh
I’m ill cuz, rolling dice and I’m forever strapped
Home of the Brook, I aced out so I bet it back
You n***as claim you hold weight, but was never that
See it’s in my genes to never slack, Brooklyn
*skirrr*, so then I pull up with a chauffer
Bottles keep on coming, they’re spilling on these loafers
VIP for what, I’m chilling with the owner
The money on my mind, but the trap’s on my shoulders, huh
I’m giving work out, I got to get your weight up
See late nights, I stayed up, but you ain’t got to wait up
I grind ‘til the sun, the money coming on the wake up
It’s XXL photoshoots in Fader
Wait, magazine, but I stay fleeced, so let’s be honest
You can’t walk in these shoes, these, Balenciagas
Was in the kitchen, now I’m sitting at Beni Hanas
On my n***a shit, no pun intended, the Remy got us
Keep crying from the block, but I’m heavy there
Black card status bruh, I’m good everywhere
Ridiculous, but in different kicks, the image fits
Throw it in the back, damn, I’m on my n***a shit
[Verse 4: Pass]
Where I’m from, they’re selling byproducts
A byproduct of this environment I was brought up
Flying object, defying logic
Won’t be defined by the populous, I’d be fine without it
They doubt it, huh, well shout out to the bottom feeder
Seen dead bodies and zombies by the Oakland Coliseum
They got to read the comic book to see the walking dead
Your favorite rapper probably shook [?]
Rhyme with big bro in the 5.0 in the 510, for the ride or flow
Where are we going? Anywhere n***a, I don’t know, we mobbing though, their fantasy is in rut
Might as well kick it with the street n***as if the police just gon’ treat us as such, what’s up
Dank so stank, make you hold your nose
Face on blank, heart frozen cold
[?] mobbing too fast, how I’m supposed to roll
Riding smoke and blowing gas on these [?]
I don’t need no money, I got mouthpiece
I don’t need no iron, I’m already creased
40 water rhymres reside in my memory
We speak what Makaveli teach, repeat that ‘til our belly weak
Keep shit polished, kids got them big problems
Not Chris Wallace, and we graduate straight to that work, so we skip college
Feel that
Town Business