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[Round 1: Prep] Yo, this should've been on Rookies vs Vets But we had a problem getting them funds Nah, this wasn't on Rookies vs Vets cause Smack didn't consider him one But you're top five pens in the game That's your stats, huh? Best writer, next to Beloved and that's facts, huh? Oh you second string for the Colts, you Luck's backup I just saw your battle with Con, it was the same plot You put Con soul in the box this where the game stop Listen, I had to watch all of your rounds Wasn't a bit worried With his work we haven't seen a classic three Back to back from Boston since Larry Apparently LA was cutting them checks so you left Took a shot with the West like Russian roulette What you expect? To be buzzing in your prime? Saw that clip with you and Daylyt AKA Davone Campbell You won it in your mind Didn't watch the whole vid to see you struggle every line All it took was six seconds to tell you had trouble with Davone That's cool, I'll take that So 40 BARRS joins Writer's Bloque, Ironically she gets iller Exactly how was she paying for the pen Chilla? Oh, you writing rounds for the head like a stick figure And you? Not the best of your group Why are you standing here? Against Big Kannon you wouldn't stand a chance in here Results would've been HD, that means Kannon clear Here's where it gets uncomfortable for him His baby mom on Twitter said he was a dead beat I thought something was wrong but now it all makes sense You've been running from Born, c'mon It's Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Ground Against Mr. Came Dressed for a Funeral I'm proving now you not the one You shouldn't class me by this bum Honestly, I feel you had your time but your clock is done From N.O.M.E 3, your stock had plunged Since testing DNA in the negative, you haven't been poppin', son And I asked my homie from Boston I said "Yo, y'all proud of Chilla?" He said, "for what?" I said, "for putting y'all back on the Smack card" He said, "that for us?" I said, "that's odd....he from Boston AKA the Mask But never put a rapper from the Mask on this platform Only focused on his life So how could you disguise when you never put the Mask on? Act wrong, I get in the zone. 10-4, hit up his home No women or kids, copy, he's living alone Lift up the long, ch-ch, split up his dome Look at the flick of the wrist when I'm lifting the chrome Spell it out, you'll find one in the middle of Jones! Man, DMV boys [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Smack hit my jack! Said he seen my most recent battles and was impressed after He said but if it ain't here, it don't count Then he asked me about this Prep matchup Now, URL is a league that's like a house full of the best rappers But Smack got me battling pets Guess I'm taking a STEP backwards and a step down! Cause now I gotta prep rounds for Prep rounds Y'all know I prep round killings that load clips and prep rounds I'll give Prep rounds and whoever Prep 'round I'm hoping it's Chess, they try to stop the bleeding Whoever Prep 'round, holding his chest but you can see his lungs I gave Prep round holes in his chest But back to Smack He said for this match, how much time you need? I said, "Hmm...two weeks! I can break down Prep with true ease" See these bars is like drugs I'm pushing and dudes fiend So I don't need to re-up in the middle of two P's Me losing to you? Please! I dare him to try hurting me I run through holmes and steal his shit: that's burglary! Since N.O.M.E 3, I've certainly grown The time it took me was essential Battled Math, Con, and Diz...now, it's a rookie on the menu? This a fucking mismatch, them even putting me against you! I'm nice with the grammar, see That's why they booked me for the venue! I'ma end you. How? Catch you reading on the side of me then BOW Put his thoughts in his book...that's a diary These PGs thought I fell off and it inspired me I'm back on point, this ain't an act you punks should try with me You should've won UFF decisively You had a fucking advantage, you can freestyle But that's why I take nothing for granted Cause he was all fumbling raps and stuck in a panic You were supposed to expose Chess like Justin and Janet See, I was manic on that trailer Cause I'm the wrong one to amp in here Fuck the cameras, look in my eyes...this ain't a glance of fear If it get intense, you'll sleep in bags like camping gear You lame, your rounds come out plain like landing gear This round light, going over heads like a chandelier You want to send a cap? Then plan it..I'm too damn prepared Enough heart when it's war to fire I hope your earth standing clear 'Cause my gun so big, five rings could make the planet tear! Your manager be having random cheers and hollers for respect She don't even book your battles But be taking every dollar in your check Plus she curve you when you bother her for sex But her head is off the chain So at least you can call her for the neck! See I'm all about the wreck and any borough, Prep All you pump are nickels, you can't be a thoroughbred They ask where I been, battling international You ever seen a Euro, Prep? You never traveled, it just look like you do Nigga, that's a Euro step! No disrespect, but I ain't want to take a PG person If he deserving, then Prep who my DE serving I'm on my job, nigga see me working And now this .45 will spin his bow tie like PEE-WEE HERMAN! See, it's for certain! You might have battled dudes that sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these! BossTown! [Round 2: Prep] Since my Dot battle, they been telling me I'm getting sloppy I guess booking this battle, they thought you'd get a homi In your last round you had something about acupuncture And said the kids should try me Acupuncture, you know what that means? I know how to pin a body All I had to do was put my mind to this shit So fucking boring I can't vibe to your shit I'm styling in this...but let's talk about your catalog PGs, mid-tiers, not a legend that's involved So how is your resume official when you've only been in little brawls? Versus Math, you brought up Dizaster and that whole thing But knowing Chilla, you probably helped with that whole scheme I mean I was once your fan so I know you'll lose in the building But on footage your punch gonna land and that's facts for you G This the Panthers QB you only won on cam And you could've picked any place, I would've bodied ya Your rounds could be the cure for insomnia A lot of your rounds literally have us snoozing G You're giving me the shot but I'm here to remove the Z's Between you and me I'm mad at you brothers Writer's Bloque write together when they battle each other Airin' up against your peers, well....let me put that this way You choked up against Young Kannon and Magic Wait, you moved up a class but name one grad you ate Back on UFF it was mad tragic I had problems with Chess....asthmatic Since JC you lost somethin', you back trackin' You Lil Wayne....Carter was your last classic Facts is it's elite on my team...I'm a clone? Watch the salt thrown when you speak to a king Then watch Boston retreat from the scene Of course we go wild, burrito style It's a wrap when I beef with the bean And it seems this my chance to prove I'm nice fella Jab before hay makers, I write better Bringing down King Pen, all it take is the right setup Jerome Jones? What should I say to him? Let's duel to the death like gladiators in the stadium Beams on the heckler raising him I wait for war to surround Rome like the Mediterranean I'm baitin' him into the fight, we can still tussle You can feel knuckles or let steel touch you Eleven ring in Boston, it ain't Bill Russell Since you left, you've been taking lower payments...all facts Been losing: to Math, Day, and all that Going through withdrawals you've been shaky off Smack Tell your bae to fall back if you still in love Cause on the real bro, she can get it bruh All it took was a sentence to give her dick but I ain't hear the judge You remind me of Action Bronson, how is this so? Okay well let me tell y'all why that's a quote For dissing a killer I'll make him apologize with his Ghost DMV boys, man [Round 2: Chilla Jones] How you gon' murder me...with all debatables and lost fights? You all hype...blowing smoke on the low like exhaust pipes They only book you cause your cost light Nowadays, Chilla cost an arm and a leg like frostbite! Your bars...aight But Smack told me don't take him light July 25th, Redemption...we'll create the hype, styles make the fight Then I watched you and that Christian mingle And knew you would see God as soon as we had the date in sight Alright...see I'm Boston's team captain And tonight, I put my foot where I can address you like Steve Madden You really think you beat the Don? No you don't...he's gassing Come clean, or you getting drug again...like you relapsing He think this ain't throwing bullets by his ears 'till the breeze pass him When I left Smack y'all knew me as the scheme champion I'm different now, I can kill him with quick punches..I call it speed bagging I can rebuttal, switch the flow to mean rapping with unique patterns I can do angles, personals, break him down with his weak faction God DAMN! I got more weapons in the ring than the Green Lantern! I need answers! How I'mma lose to a dude that be rapping goofy? Prep, I'm nice with the poker, honest I'll leave you inside out for acting rudely Intestines tangled against the wall, he frozen when I smack his coofie 'Cause you a lad in a bow tie, claiming you strapped with Uzis Stop lying, king, before a shot go "Bam!" behind your black Suzuki Then cars up and bolt soon as I give this rat a toolie! I'm rapping movies 'cause this PG animated like Disney flicks Y'all seen me get mad...well, now the kid spazzing like hissy fits Dog will catch a round in his mouth...it ain't a Frisbee disc I'm cruising with that old Tom, but that's risky biz His real name: Brandon Chambers I learned that from my man in VA He said you wouldn't do a bid for the cannon Trying to cop a cam from eBay This next punch gon' feel like a crowbar Cause you gon' die on the set from the handgun we spray But...should I give Brandon leeway? Or should I say, "Fuck it!", AND DO HIM THE BRANDON LEE WAY!? I can't stand what he say, so I'm gunning you Prep My aim wonderful, yes you get one if you step You can spot me lifting pounds like I'm running through reps To spin Chambers with the bullet like it's Russian Roulette I'm a vet...how could you not see? So I'll stick a bullet in the clip and blast Chambers Fuck what the hollow cost! The bullet ate off his face because y'all tried to gas Chambers I'll grab bangers...run up in your crib on some crazy stuff Catch you with your wifey Daisy...don't try to play me tough I aim at her...Prep jump in front of her when them 80s bust I'm putting your bow on her head so tell Daisy duck What the fuck? I don't know what these weird rebels is drinking These daredevils trying to make a villian out of the King Pen Homie I be killing the booth without blinking You'd probably get killed by the booth you Abe Lincoln Fuck was you thinking, trying to sound me!? Cause you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these BossTown! [Round 3: Prep] I won't lie, that last round you fucking snapped It was fucking crack but who would I be if I didn't rebuttal that Now he got a whole bunch of bars about guns and he liftin' cigs How he run up on your street and how he bendin' cribs But that Disney scheme was the only time you had clips for kids Rebuttals come easy to me, that's something that you know When me and you going back and forth, we ain't just rapping bro Plus you had a Brandon Lee bar...your setup was kinda average bro Your first ehh your last draggin' you never had the glow Your first perception is only based on your image dog How many people would hire you dressed like this at all? I'm gonna teach you how to get some occupation, okay? Get you a train ticket, get you a transfer, probably hit the mall Go to Aldo's, look for some shoes, winged tips and all Some pants, a size 34, a 36 and all You don't like the bow tie? Okay, then get the long A cardigan, maybe a blazer, get some men involved Time out...Lux told y'all to get this work, I'm showing you how to get the job! Let's get to bars, I feel disappointed...it's like I let you down Remember that bar you had? "Disappoint...okay I let you down" Whatever, I didn't think he really rolled with heavy pounds No excuses these clips came with every round We always come with the heat, but why use the lark When I can give him a quick buck 50 and what I'm using sharp I'll make this nigga leak online like WWE they'll have to remove the heart So you brought Boston with you? Okay Supposed to believe y'all live dumping like somebody gonna pull out a Glock...bust it I doubt if something popped off your mob jump in Think he'll protect you? That's Bill Collector he wouldn't sock nothing This shit is all off the top, my rebuttals are better than your worst battles You said something about a Euro step it's like your team traveled Okay if I put this beam at you just think about tonight Your top will get the shotgun like the first battle DMV boys taking over the roster Me, Ty Law, and Zone the three-headed monster DMV boys man [Round 3: Chilla Jones] So in case y'all didn't know, Prep came out the closet on Twitter But said his ex hacked him and tried to dead the shit But I'ma be real with you Prep...most of us wasn't even surprised when we read the shit But I salute you; the first bisexual battler to show Smack where them bars at But every time you say some gangsta sounding shit, we might have to pause that So when you be like: "How the bow tie killer live a savage life with bags of white and if it's beef you quick to grab the pipe." We gotta pause that So when you tell niggas how you see us you hope our guard is up with llamas tucked Cause you and your whole team hard as fuck? We gotta pause that So when you tell niggas how you got bangers on set and you riding around strapped up with flamers on deck? We gotta pause that So is you blood or is you crip? Who your gang toe tagging? You can deny it...I think we all know you rainbow flagging With that gay ol' fashion you be skinny jean, bow tie, Kangol swaggin Out the bar sippin' a mixed drink called the Mango Passion But now I'm rationed...like you ain't know about this NuNu? Wow the fuckery is outstanding Ain't it ironic? A manager that knows nothing about branding Try demanding respect I won't front...niggas might laugh Cause when addressed he'll weave the topic and get his life dragged Jones...doing numbers on the square, like a price tag And when his piece offering, it ain't a white flag I'm tight mad dumping a ratchet, it ain't a breakup Shots in his vest steams his chest like Cakes Up Prep vs. Th3 Saga if we box, straight up After the punch, NuNu in the background screaming "Wake up!" So if it shake up I got the straight drop on you You movin' crack that mag sparks my young guns going state prop on you That trey cocked and it may pop on you But since you from Maryland, fuck it...I'ma go Tay Roc on you Gun Bar King, what you lack is that street feel Your rounds got you feeling yourself like E pills Gun tucked I run up on him like steep hills The buck make my adrenaline rush...that's a cheap thrill I sleep with two nines I keep steel I gotta couple, I menage with my guns...these my Meek Mills It's real on the strip with a lot of extortion They thought I should pass the torch? Well I thought I should torch him And kill the kid...this is not an abortion I blow a portion out of Prep just for blowing shit out of proportion That's light! But since y'all hyped I might Surf you That means Kenneth Cole, three-piece, bow tie, nice shirt you Choir in the pulpit, NuNu in the front row...white hearse you With a clip about this long and it flip both ways like vice versa But that's Tsu's gat, I got a new strap and the shit's special The clip's this long and it goes both ways just like Prep do God bless you So tell Shine it's that time, your shine you 'bout to lose it now Against Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Grounds Boss town!
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