We thought "Fuck..." was your new slogan! Browse more videos. Ain't nobody talking, when I hop up out the Caddy Duck the punch, you fuck around get hit with a heel kick When I fire across his yard like a Klan member – big deal To me, you're soul food, I mean BBQ, meat and okra An Amish woman's closet, you only got one style It's all a dream but it ain't always all it seems like Paula Deen cooking collard greens I just literally went toe to toe with Hitler in the flesh! It's Writer's Bloque, posted up with these .45's Watch this rap battle and explore more from KOTD: King of the Dot on VerseTracker. I got an appetite for Crab but him and me in different leagues Iron Solomon Vs. Iron Solomon Vs. Is y'all ready? I'ma let his egg fold when I bust a shell Iron's first was trash. King Of The Dot Entertainment is North America's premier urban entertainment company offering LIVE PPV's of all our big events at KOTD.TV. Listen to some of battle rap's most influential battles with our special guests! I ain't never seen a Crip as shaky as the C's/seas you're with I mean, we done got so used to you choking And my plan for stoppin' it is this ox in my hand That style I used to kill Jin ten years ago You see, quitting is some bitch shit So who finna die? I'm married to the game without a prenup. Or we can do a different dance move, my wrist both lock The shotty sparkin', a gun'll blaze ya I done took your book of potions studied chapter by chapter Then I'll make two Irons to get beat punching with Douglas Bullet fragments curving your spine like Scoliosis I drag around his dead body, nigga fuck the smell Iron's third was just a whole bunch of nothing to me. You verse Money was Wonder Woman, not the body we expected Saying you beatin' me on my writing, you getting Massacred but at least you can die trying I kill him with versatility son, Attila The Hun's artillery, a million guns This recipe you cook with is the same in every battle [Round 1: Iron Solomon] You battled Charlie, in front the roughest crowd. My shirt iron/How to iron your shirt/shirt folding. If I have to come back it's official, like Lady Luck And he prepared for you by writing...nothing down. 's try to teach Magic I signed a triple-battle deal, and delivered threefold [Round 1: B Magic] Your whole team'll see Hawks, I'm Richard Sherman with the shells Your baby mama got a beard and her shoulder's wide NEW - 2016 KOTD Apparel. Get clocked like a grown man, you got hands like a young child to get crippled by little C's/Lil' Cease Get to dumping the gauge 'til the barrel burning on the 12 Niggas be smart in school but be stupid in the street Just know it's Magic when they tell you that the show arrived KOTD: King of the Dot presents: Iron Solomon vs. Illmaculate. Because Magic's lack of confidence is a cancer I'm still a little rusty, getting rid of cobwebs twitter. You know Paul Pierce, nigga I ain't hit a stride, or driven by the finish line yet The set that he's flagging, O.G. Iron breaks down the battle with RapGrid here. Maybe I should face the facts that you washed up, table scraps To improve the translation you can follow this link or press the blue button at the bottom. Iron Solomon is an American battle rapper, producer, and songwriter from New York City.Solomon dropped his debut album "Monster" March 27, 2012 via Duck Down Music Inc. to lackluster reviews and sales. Canal: Watch Battles. I come and take him out his office like impeachment [Round 1: B Magic] I say umm, bars finna get real when bars finna spit. His name Solomon, but bitch, I'm the king that is real 5 years ago | 23 views. I be swerving through the trenches, cowboy, two 8's on him Shut 'em up, we ain't gotta bang Iron, a left will hush him up Lie down, you a dying man who could've stood a fighting chance A couple of brief years It's no wonder you can't get no one to mention you Look, I'ma make somebody coffin And lie down in this bag, well sleeping over! In case a nigga try to rush and fail Google that Iron Solomon vs. Rum Nitty Lyrics. We seen your bright future fade away, turn into a rainy day You say the same thing in every single ring, you Michael Buffer It's my antioxidant and when you see me running in yo' house it's fatal Illmac murdered him in the first. Don't play with beef, this germ will go to Hell Full lyrics to the biggest battle at KOTD's "Blackout 6," widely regarded as an instant classic. Could count more years in these rings than a tree stump KOTD: King of the Dot presents: Iron Solomon vs. Charlie Clips. You speaking on beef tactics without any street status It kills me that people say B O.D. Wake up! You be in every round tripping, this the one way pass And make a nigga bite the curb trying to say he street Well this where I belong dog You get bombed on in Boston no matter the race You damn near ain't make the cut This is an AGC thing Kabal finish him, car flippin' if y'all in the bitch Jesse Owens, you get it? But know niggas who throw up Blood like Cirrhosis of the liver It ain't the same on the screen as when you write in your book Posted By Skip MacIntyre on Monday March 21, 2016 at 09:41AM PST. [Round 3: B-Magic] And put Iron in a bag ain't nobody golfin' I mean, if you ain't give us your two week notice, nobody would notice Round 2 nigga Pull the gun in the public, you can die in the street Catch you snoozing you losing Getting paper from yo' lines but they just ain't facts Feeling like Marshawn how I'm running through your defense It go dummy behind bars like Ernest Goes To Jail B-Magic breaks down his battle with Iron Solomon on 15 Minutes Of Fame here and then with RapGrid here. From the name flip king, is you serious bro? The Freddy Krueger the Ruger, bitch you can die in your sleep If it's beef, then it's just temporary Then they made you double up with Chilla just to compete there It was fitting to be classic, then Jerry got erratic Iron Solomon vs. Dizaster ; Iron Solomon vs. Dizaster. Just bought it, black BM, four do' rims on it By being a member, you are given the best way of uploading both wonderful Videos and Photos in a hassle free process. I feel like I gotta kill you to keep yo' memory alive So you might be the spot holder to the average fan IRON SOLOMON September 21, 2016 BATTLE CORNER Leave a comment BATTLECORNER CHARLIE CLIPS EMCEE BATTLE IRON SOLOMON Kotd RAP BATTLE TORONTO HIP HOP underground hip hop. Pussy smell like a nigga with Ebola died Getting the credit that should be mine is identity theft But I guess it was just an illusion, not even YOU believe in Magic [Round 1: Iron Solomon] / You battled Charlie, in front the A beast, I'll eat 'til the feast is over, leave his bones to appease the vultures Playing next. I say you wanna get it, I'm wit' it I'm married to the game without a prenup I just literally went toe to toe with Hitler in the flesh! The challenger is getting cooked: I'm an Iron Chef He'll be laying stiffer than a Sandra Bland picture ", If I have to come back it's official, like Lady Luck, This cat will be walking dead, like Pet Cemetery, It's Magic, I'ma die a king, nigga; Alex The Great, Black or white, brown or tan, I still clap in the place, This chopper will ring a bell; it's a beauty in a beast, You get a headstone; I'm Medusa with the heat, He gon' need a few good men, like Jack Nicholson, Ain't nobody talking, when I hop up out the Caddy, Arm raised, you see the light; I'm the undertaker, Nikiya, I'm on fire with this heat I be cooking classics, I put a hit on B Gs they ain't gon' survive, The top tiers in your face, got you feeling like the Jordan meme, I don' made more cats famous than Carter Deems, Nas, Hov', Biggie I'm all of them compiled, An Amish woman's closet, you only got one style, And it's all recycled fluffer, when it's time to fight each other, You George Foreman grilling, your range is very narrow, I go beast mode on a mic like the opening of "Thriller", Your whole team'll see Hawks, I'm Richard Sherman with the shells, So you saying you retiring, cause the game ain't inspiring, I mean, if you ain't give us your two week notice, nobody would notice, Cause you rep the blue in the Lou' like you the mayor there, Or them fives popping with the heaters trying to keep it lit, See I just don't believe the shit, something doesn't seem to fit, I ain't never seen a Crip as shaky as the C's/seas you're with, I'm too B.I.G. Watch this rap battle and explore more from KOTD: King of the Dot on VerseTracker. It's B-Magic motherfucker, it's only right I say the show arrives You keep tarnishing your name and eventually it dies But it's cool, you had a dope run on SMACK You get bodied in a war, we know he'd die Arm raised, you see the light; I'm the undertaker You talking about that one thang, like Amerie You think you can kill King Iron Solomon in the Middle East? I say umm, bars finna get real when bars finna spit But name yourself "Magic" and never learn no sleight of hand You George Foreman grilling, your range is very narrow Better than his previous, but not much better. Take this magical rapper You damn near lose your life in Boston; I'm Paul Piercing him You try to run, leg shot, ain't nobody walkin' See I just don't believe the shit, something doesn't seem to fit Throw shade, I'll show you what time it is, that's a sundial Brand new, chrome nina, rose gold trim on it I see all your death in these lines, I'm a palm reader Hit a slippery slope, he stumbled and he panicked I put a hit on B Gs they ain't gon' survive Y'all a bunch of local Locs who go to Sunday mass It's Magic, I'ma die a king, nigga; Alex The Great After he don't break fast when I dump the 12 Then your views will increase once Iron on a shirt I don't fancy what the fans see in you, what I sees average Since you quitting the game of rap then I'ma bring the fade to black, but wait Shotgun, close range, coupon; I'm saving bucks Location on, found him on Google Map You give her basic cable, my tubes the complete package Y'all wanna see a trick I learned? Fuck the joking, I bust what I'm toting 'til your skull is open Follow. You the next getting buried, I shatter your face When I put the ratchet to work, like black businesses You like sixth best in the midwest, is you kidding me? They used to beg to see you rhyme, but now you never even try How we know that B legit/B-Legit if we don't ever meet the clique/The Click He can say he draw and cock, he feeling Superbad You sick, but doing the same fucking shit is unacceptable Punk bitch, you can get a tooly to your cheek Iron Solomon & Dizaster, {shazamcount} Shazams. Every, one flow You like sixth best in the midwest, is you kidding me? Yo, I tried to stop this from happening, I pleaded, "Just think it over." And I'm like fighting the white viking, Iron Kike Tyson ain't Jackson