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[Round 1: T-Top + JC] I said, Smack said, "Top, you got Julian and his hooligans He wild on Rum Nitty, son, and he ready to act a fool again" You know what he gon' do, right? Have his little-ass body wavin' all of them tools again Or pop, lock, and drop it - depend on what kind of mood he in I don't like him If a pro test (protest) and this don't work, I'm gon' strike him Or I stick two knives in his head: we goin' Viking Yeah, I heard you be around Street Fighters: you know Bison But the first round sittin' him down: we know Tyson! Nah, nah, I'm Mayweather, way better But the poise is different You think your punches land in the building, until they score 'em different You want a foe I want a four Bitch, we order different Styrofoam vers' a silencer, 'cause we pour it different! The aura different I ain't feelin' ya games You play poker, I play poke 'em: this a serious game So when he rap now, they saying his delivery changed 'Cause when I caught him in the liver, he changed Nigga, what you know about duckin' the Alphabet Boys wit' a throwaway cake But still preparing yourself for your go-away date? Felony or misdemeanor? I don't know what they say Dot on his head, or should I catch the lower case, J? And in case we speaking on a radio show Shit, I was busy making coke moves Only cooking over the stove, nigga: I'm old-school They tried to get me to indict myself, but it ain't go smooth I'm talking Fed case and Flex place Let's just say I choked up in both rooms! We know dude! He ain't in the ghetto with the bullies He was Chilla back then: we liked you better as a rookie! You'll never get Lux, and I'm just tellin' him what's goody Trey to his head: at least he gettin' mellow wit' the hoodie! Nigga, what the fuck you gon' teach me, homie!? Bitch, I'm the teacher You look like the nigga we stuffed under the bleachers He's walking in his hotel lobby If I see ya, they'll find a Midwest bitch in the freezer: Kenneka! Your best friend watchin' you die: Monifah! Bald heads takin' the baby: Khalifa! Smoke goin' straight to the head: sativa! I came here to spread JC like a preacher, nigga! And speaking of Jesus, didn't they say he stopped gambling, cuttin' off all our chicken? He stopped pimpin', when we was just fucking off with our women? They said we can't even wear Jesus pieces, 'cause he don't want us worshiping no other image It's a fact: JC been hatin' on hustlers since the beginning! You been winnin'? Well, look who you been battlin', bro They ain't even like yo' ass three-and-a-half battles ago! Now you want Lux? What make you think you gon' battle the GOAT? After they talk about how the Bear had yo' ass on the ropes His mans wit' him, that's cool, I'm stabbin' ‘em both And move the knives around in circles like I'm paddlin' boats Your wifey, head shot while she relaxin' in bed Your daughter run? "Pow! Pow!" to the back of her leg I bet your son act different wit' a Mac to his head This life insurance...it's takin' care of the family right after you dead, nigga! "I'm the best in the WORLD!" Facts! Well, tonight, you gotta match what you said 'Cause we been waitin'...it's 'bout time JC came back from the dead My grandma told me you was comin'...yeah, that's what she said But she ain't tell me he was 5'2", clappin' the lead A Vice Lord, wit' a bandanna wrapped on his leg I thought Jesus ran with Disciples...ain't that what we read!? He set-switching, and I heard he was a rat for the Feds That died last week from shit that Illmaculate said Well, he gon' memorize this next round when I'm blastin' the lead BOW...it's gon' make him spit it out, or he wrappin' his head, nigga! And after you dead, tell the clique that I'ma find y'all The stick knock 'em down in order: we playin' 9-ball When I put the deuce to his chest like John Wall He gon' have a seizure up in the ring like Scott Hall Aye, Scott Hall! Chico! Stay in your home! I almost put the razor's edge on Razor Ramon! And I ain't come here to beat JC, I came to over-win They say he won his last 9 rounds...well, let's go for 10 Concrete, nigga [Round 1: JC] Aye, aye Every letter Y'all know y'all need to hear everything Y'all ready? T-Top...you looked like you was in the L.A. Riot the way you attacked Ave wit' the stealin', bro But this ain't that same spot I'm 'bout to permanently flame Top...like Bam-Bam Bi- Nah, this shit so different, bro You don't even sound the same without half of yo' niggas And that will go figure 'Cause I'm the same with no niggas with me That's 'cause no bitch is in me like Calicoe picture But it don't- We talking to ME! Is you SERIOUS!? But it don't mean the ratchet not with me, tho So don't jump stupid, Top You could rock a vest, it will peel through...and rock a fella Crazy how people gave you all of that heart, and it still killed you I watched yo' class and half of the vets struggle in a battle with Chess Then I showed y'all Chess in park, and I was just playing I'm Sam Jackson in Fresh And now a fat nigga...supposed to get shit jumpin'? Clips dumpin'! Through traffic the way I'm moving Shit, I'll even take an Uber to lift (Lyft) somethin' I'm EVERYWHERE! Who auctioned this!? When you know a nigga got yo' number, just call it quits! You went from UDubb tryouts to playing with FIRE... We gotta show Ars' son what arson is! It don't work like that Y'all been putting shit together without instructions... Man, you will get hurt like that! Even HE know it! But this touch, king...might as (Midas) well be golden! 'Cause only broke niggas in the streets believe you We don't need a sequel! You not that good in the ring if Goodz in the ring, rappin' 'bout his ring and beat you! Be honest! Be honest! Everything about your flow is presented poorly But I was made gifted And all them sticky fingers gon' get you sniped...but the blade's different! See, this is your fault This is HIS fault! He just had to get stuck in traffic And now, he the next one smokin'... Shit, Jesse Owens ain't had a run this classic Best in the WORLD, nigga! All you rap about is trap, king! See, they didn't appreciate the structure I had to define the difference So, now I'm guessing you need a trap queen? See, it's easy to be Fetty Wap...I (eye) was missin'! But I'm back! Motivated to kill your family from the start And the last man this inspired restarted humanity from a ark! You don't know a nigga like this But he in bad company, and that's fun for me As far as tactics, I don't know what the hell you use But that shit more repetitive than a Zelda move You don't even have the brain capacity to match with me It's funny...Top heavy, but not top-heavy See, that combination...not deadly But since you glorifyin' the streets, BOW! Right in the streets where the pops left him Deja vu... You mention servin' yo' moms like street niggas haven't heard of that shit, too You served crack, and she smoked it... Every nigga in here would've been servin' that bitch, too! "Facts! I need money!" You don't get credit for that If you got a point, acknowledge it ain't been heard much Just trap talk! That's all! Fastball from Randy Johnson, how the birds bust And then it's this If I send a hit, and he just...dead pull with the mask off And he survive? You gon' look like Deadpool with the mask off This is facts! That's a movie! This? Ryan Reynolds (W)rap! He get laid in dirt, and to make it worse? It ain't the last time I'm gon' play a trick after April...and it ain't the first! So my advice? Just don't be in the field when it clap 'Cause the feeling of that heat surrounding this big bitch gon' give y'all way more than a Wendy Williams collapse! It's body bags at every battle! Make sure your homie found one But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause this is only Round 1! [Round 2: T-Top] I said, I feel like Shane Moseley in '03, dawg I'm fixing to fight Or Roy Halladay...'cause you'll crash if you feel these, king Picture the flight Did he (Diddy) think he was a Bad Boy? Well, I figured he right 'Cause when I locks (L.O.X) on him, I give J the (Jada) kiss of his life! If we beefin', you leaving with a hole in ya head If we was locked up, you'd be that nigga over the bed! Telling me stories about his battles All happy 'bout how his rounds used to go over heads I'm telling him stories 'bout the Uzi All mad, like, "Dawg, my rounds used to go over he-" Ayo, SMACK! I will SMACK this nigga! What the fuck is this!? You bringin' break dancers to battles? You don't fucking quit! It's Loaded in the hoodie That meaning your luck's (Lux) up wit' this Gotta kill you before I die: it's on my bucket list Cut the shit, or either grab a toaster Yeah, I rap about hard times and a bag of yola But still feel like 2K18 when I'm spazzin', soldier 'Cause y'all knew who the player of the game was before the match was over! Nigga, me and Brizz put a whole region on, and did it all by ourselves He running 'round, league to league He don't belong wit' the belt See, that's the reason Smack and Beas' put your bars on the shelf It's Solitaire, nigga: yeah, you dealt them cards to yourself! When you left the league, you act like you was taking a stand Not knowing that it was a big mistake for ya brand ‘Cause now you making $700 and an extra plane for ya mans Ain’t it mysterious how he put in all that work and still ain’t makin' a band? I told Smack, “Bring him back! Give that playa a chance He do good? Then give him Lux!" Shit, I gave him the plan He heard that news, and started goin' crazy for fans So I'm the reason J blacked: he should be shaking my hand! I mean, damn! You always had bars...just weren't making the right gestures yet You got shook, and disappeared off the screen: you was a Etch-a-Sketch We was gettin' views, you couldn't even watch the edits yet We was droppin' jewels...you was stealin' 'em out the treasure chest And that's the reason you should treasure Chess 'Cause you wouldn't be back poppin' without Trez or Chess! Just think Raekwon, he battled the same nigga with Chef & Chess Makin' people go "whooo" on the card... Well, now it's time for me to inspect the (Inspectah) Deck Like how you tell Chess you moved in his house And he gotta fight for way more than closet space? Did he forget he got the boot then came back? I guess the nigga ran outta space No, no Smack kicked ya ass outer space You went back to your girl house rentin' out her space She said every time you up in that thang, you leave a lotta space I gave her fish scale, she let me smash like a salmon cake! Bitch, while you was break dancin', you know, spinnin' on the cardboard I watched my uncle get evicted Them hard nights, he had to spend it on the cardboard So fuck a battle! It's about a dollar for me I makes a lot (salah) for the fee Open your Koran and you'll see how JC is nothin' but a profit (prophet) to me And if you don't know, then that's an Islamic belief When I draws on him, don't ask me, "Is it boxers or briefs?" Keep ya mouth closed before you get an ox to ya cheek And before you sleep, you need a box for ya teeth I am not what you need, nigga, I am definitely a chrome sparker I bought this to press in (depressing) ya mind like postpartum This could've been a NOME slaughter I would've let the fo' off ya And if it jam, Rain'll (Raina) take a shot for the brother like Ghost's daughter We know JC, he turned water into wine We ain't have droughts Bitch, I kept water all the time No communions, my commute got stronger with the grind Weren't no offerings either, we offed a quarter at a time Now I'm 'bout to smoke JC If he the king, he die with a crown in his head and holes in his head like the old JC You never got fronted an O, JC At breakfast the only time you had an OJ, C I'm in Cali, killin' a bitch like I'm O.J., C The blade a Backstabber, but it'll leave a smile in ya face like the OJay's (JC) Bitch! Fuck is he talkin' bout!? I lived the hard knock life, you know JC On stage lettin' arms rip, so you better duck, brother, like you know J.T I don't care if you got the .80 creepin' After this, they ain't gonna say we even 'Cause I give Carter 1 through 4, but still hold the 5 like him and Baby beefin' Now Writer's Bloque, there's a whole lot of switchin' around you He said, she said: there's some snitchin' around you But when it's beef, nobody load the Smith n' around you You should do better You're Hugh Hefner: you gon' die with these bitches around you Concrete! [Round 2: JC] Y'all ready? Ooh-wee, ooh-wee It gets nothin' but bad from here, I promise to God Let's go Another nigga Smack put on that BET platform, and he couldn't even break a leg...until the stage collapsed No lie, it's not even a joke He managed to make it to BET... But he actually managed to make it back What happened? You couldn't seize the moment? Well, isn't that a surprise They asked him to rhyme And he couldn't even live up to the first letter in his name...and capitalize Wow! You couldn't even drive down Easy Street... You rapped on BET! And now you fucked...and I get to aid the death like Eazy-E See, this what the crowd wanted The skeletons in my closet are right where I left 'em, but now the house haunted! And I don't even- But I don't even resist it anymore I get a Pat for moldin' with the Ghosts like Demi Moore It's for better insight The problem...is having to live out this character you created for these battle rap cameras The reel you You know, the footage you- Hold on! Hold on! It's time to go! The problem is having to live out the character you created for these battle rap cameras The reel you, the footage You know, watching yo' own, it gotta be like when Martin come on You know, when you see yo' self on the screen, but it ain't the real you? I know, I know, I know That shit even make my skin crawl from the field view You don't think- I gotta talk! You don't think we know this trap talk is just to chase looks? You don't think we saw that picture of you wanted for stealing on Facebook? You don't think we can spot this out-of-shape figure on flyers? After all that...shoplifting And he still (steal)...think he gon' get a win on a Writer? (Winona Ryder) It don't work like that How 'bout the clear view? You know a lot about iron-squeezing and trapping, right? Well, most Bears do You on your grizzly, moving snow...sound like a Bear, too But then there's Terrell Bryant, in a store, on camera...tryna bear fruit! And that's the difference That's the difference! The reason that shit look so embarrassing- Look, he look embarrassed as hell The reason that shit look so embarrassing on the page Is 'cause these niggas jump into a character on the stage But wait! So, what's this for? Need a check to hold y'all pockets? Well, wait...you trappin'! Don't y'all got it? And just think...we only picked him 'cause we couldn't decide out of our so-called "options" Beasley done turned this nigga to the pink slippers in Loc Dawg closet! "I'll just go with these, then." Two options: dig him out, or fish him out Raise on .40, or two .80s on a character like the Twitter count! I know y'all don't think Top was expected, but you gotta respect it I'm even killing niggas not on the checklist! I didn't even need to kill him! But these new heights Ironic, when you back on yo' flow, you don't see a ceiling And now he a victim And I'm leavin' everything on the scene Bury bodies... They gon' have to start a "Planet Tier", and let him get on the team But call it "Planet Tier", 'cause they only had one element in the ring! But I'm not near stoppin', I'm shell-throwin' I'm debt-collectin', I'm tier-droppin'...and Terrell owin'! (Owen) Nigga pay up You too inaccurate, you done had yo' big start and SMACK played a big part Even wit' yo' stock involved, you done dropped the ball more than Dick Clark And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me [Guy from the crowd] Talk that New Year shit! [JC] Exactly. Happy New Year to you too my nigga And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me Cause he know, I'll bring 2K's to the park like Rivet City and shoot lights out Leave Top spinnin' from the beam like a lighthouse I blast forever, you can't even withstand half this effort If I just plain (plane) mask up, it's gon' be more than a loss of cabin pressure You just lost round 2 my nigga [Round 3: T-Top] I said, URL this my closin' verse Like fuck a casket, throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk I came here just to show y'all work Now let me put it in Aye bro, yo' lil' ass need to be hittin' the bench harder Fuck tryin' to get yo' pen sharper Cause I hear you bangin' rounds over nigga's heads and shit but For some reason we ain't convinced (Vince) Carter Now who thinkin' this bitch smarter? Shit I know how he get farther All he do is regular shit, move his hands like this and it hit harder The nigga said, "Jay-Z, Kanye, you should feel entitled" (in Tidal) Y'all see how he turn corners to try angles (triangles) it just feel recycled And when you gotta show niggas you spazzin', you are not the man I'm a Daredevil with an Iron Fist, my main goal is to stop The Hand First, you gotta chop the hands, cause he be usin' them to sell the bars Bitch I had Zans, hand to hand, tryin' to sell the bars I'm talkin' zombies, prolly sell an organ for a hit Walking Dead, I'm killin' like Morgan wit' a stick This a warnin' for ya clique, I'm ready for the ops If you brought a gun in the buildin' it better be a prop You with Writers, you could never be a legend on my block (Bloque) Cause yeah you helped push SMACK, but you didn't have the recipe for Roc(k) This is backwards, how dawg (dog) givin' veterans a shot Tryin' to see if we got the same pedigree or not The difference is, if you lose, your whole legacy is shot Well, if I lose your whole leg'll see a shot Nigga! Now, you got over 50 fuckin' battles dawg, one quotable "How they gon' criticize the form if the shot perfect." Well maybe cause we see you as a star on the pop circuit Not hard on the block lurkin' I had a rusty gun, and I ain't complain like you if the Glock workin' Cause yeah they criticize the fo' but the shot perfect Nigga! While you was wit' ya squad twerkin', realizin' it's not workin' Knowin' ya Saga couldn't continue until you stopped jerkin' We said "Look what Chris Stokes got lil' JC out here doin'!" Well tell SMACK you done made the wrong video this time nigga Somethin' to think about the next time he out here bein' fake in rhymes Pussy poppin' for pedophiles 'til you break ya spine Dawg, I'm tryin' to give you the large picture But you out here sendin' the raw footage to the wrong niggas What's wrong witcha? Now, I know your crew gon' survive 'til you win Even the fans, y'all thought I wouldn't survive 'til the end Well y'all shouldn't be surprised at it then Cause you know as soon as you cross T's, JC gon' die for ya sins And if he rise on the third day I'ma meet the nigga Like {gun clicks} "Happy Easter nigga." {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} Since we speakin' nigga, it's like I don't even know who I'm standin' in front of You was the man on the come up Until ya little secret got out and realized you was demandin' a come up Huh? And why you ain't post it on ya page? The nigga tried hidin' the video It's too late to be ashamed homie, take some pride in ya video Now I know as a battle rapper we supposed to keep that shit under the cover But as a man, there's just some talents about myself that I don't wanna discover I don't wanna know how good I gyrate my hips for a man, nigga I don't wanna know if I can hit a split when I dance, nigga Aye, I thought you was the boss man Beas'? That's until I found a second audition tape of you and Boss Man B's Another midwest battle rapper, aight, ya crew all screwed Y'all niggas was doin' 2 on 2's before 2 on 2's I don't get that, he said, "Bruh, if we don't make B2K, we gon' shine at Double Impact." In fact, you can call it a classic if you like But I'm whippin' JC like the Passion Of The Christ This a body, don't call it a "Battle Of The Night" {T-Top brings out a dancer to pop lock along to his lyrics} And for the record nigga, you 'bout to have the battle of ya life I'll stab him wit' a knife Fuck it, it's SMACK problems, I had to slip this (disc) and leave him with back problems Punchline was gon' come through and slap box him I had to tell him, "Chill PC, MAC got him." I'll baptism him, I don't need a nine for the dude Siamese twins, I'm known for a body or two If you dance, you dance, you don't gotta lie to the crew Cause I'll blam blam and that's what ya body will do Yeah I'm poppin' this dude and then I'm dumpin' at his men He a beast on stage but he a punk at the event Loaded Lux said "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this." Just tell 'em, "The Bear killed 'em" [Crowd] Hunting accident! [Round 3: JC] {Mimicking T-Top} URL this my closin' verse, it's a body but it might be too big to close the hearse Sawed off Shotgun Suge got the gayest slogan on this Earth But I'm still here to show y'all work so let me- Pause, pause, pause, pause It's not that I'm disapprovin' skill It's just that all I'm here to do is kill The drivin' instructor for yo' road test in Traffic, so I'll be makin' sure he's tendin' to his wheel (will) My flow? Was outta shape, just like you Everywhere, niggas thought it was filler, I had to get rid of that If this is facts you should do what I did to my flow and trim the fat We didn't even have to take it this far Cause you shinin', but gassed rounds is what make you a star So now, now it's JC vs Top Bizzy With all the killin' I'm doin', bitch I'm busy In fact, the busiest You think you gon' last wit' this effort, like I'm here to put a scratch on yo' record, bitch I'm here to Frisbee it In the shit, draggin' out a body like Liu Kang and **finish it** I'm no fool, but I'm on the street like Will Farrell in Old School And this? Was the wrong shot and you missed it by a long shot And now you up here lookin' different Even after they gave you Sno, Mr. Trap Star was good at whippin' but couldn't flip it and now look I got all y'all stressed, bookin' this just altered yo' thought process And you can't afford it, but you can't ignore it It's all about the knowledge you input None of which you import is important ad you know it's lies But I'm a different nigga, demented temper Flip the scripture, bunch of ratchets and rockets like Hidden Figures I'm just here to shoot and stop a Bear dead in his tracks One shot, they literally found the Bear dead in his tracks And what make it worse? Is it don't get no better than this You went from the park to the jungle, you wasn't expected to live You might not even see sunlight after this And the message is, I've mastered this Cause I need (kneed) to make my point like Kaepernick This is the real protest (pro test), yeah I'm showin' y'all what active is (activist) And that's exactly why I smother shit Few of you niggas need shots before I go, I got the real bucket (buck it) list A few of you niggas was happy that I came, but the rest was mad They knew they wouldn't last as long Cause I didn't talk, just kill Pushin' the pound wit' no comment like Al Kapone You on the menu Top, and you a big body So if will be ground breakin' when you drop Nigga prepare for this I was outside tryin' to be a therapist I told him plain (plane), "Y'all go into that building, I'm a terrorist." Now if steel sharpen steel and it's a perfect quote and niggas love the shit Then my blade will be a perfect example of the shit Went from somethin' you never seen a day in ya life and now you stuck wit' it It's all about a lastin' impression How long can you last from the Wesson? That's a trick question That shit will spin Top longer than DiCaprio comin' back from Inception Top it is over wit', overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit Cause every battle turns into a eulogy, my condolences
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