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[Round 1: B Magic] Well let's start with disrespect, you a ho nigga You'll catch a hollow on this stage with this colt, Chilla Two arms cocked on your chest like a slow nigga I'll throw you a couple bucks like a broke nigga Magic got these bars let's get straight to it Steak knife if Chilla play hype I'm a shank right through em Nina full of hollows that's a tip drill, I'm from St. Louis Smack threw Chilla in the fire like Frank Lucas What you think that he Superman an action hero? Let's see these capes when I slide up in that black Camero Clock his chest he gon' see that Flash like Smack apparel I'll give em all he can eat like a Cracker Barrel See Koch Records couldn't drop this kind of gem (Jim) Jones I blade guys I bet your face slide like Sprint phones Better yet I bet your face lift like Kimb' Jones Heat rock a meaning how I fire 'til your brim stone He got Gusto to see these bars trust us I dead mics If we see war you'll get these big ass biscuits When he sees 4's his wig'll curl under his skully like CB4 Pull a strap on me it's on fool That 32 in that Jag let me tell you what it's gon' do I'll let them shells run in backs that's all because Jones drew You talkin' to a killa you ever seen Phone Booth? Chilla sound kinda Charlie, yo Clips they cloned you Heat blast, freeze tag, I bet you he won't move Catch a flying fist of fury no lesson in Kung Fu All that barking I'll open your top if son woof (sunroof) This nigga gonna die for actin' deadly Snub nose ring on a rapper like Makaveli For actin' scary I'm in your hood like this not yo' block So call me James Earl Jones when that Roscoe pop Pardon me when I palm her it got a joyful noise Pop in the clip and I'm flippin' on 'em like The Hardy Boys I mean this blazer I got don't come in Corduroy The gun'II pull your front'll hang out like a corner store You think you fuckin' with Magic you must be smoking wire This round here could tell y'all who the dopest writer I hit this boy scouts camp just to forty five ya This marshmellow'II get s'more if I open fire I hope you die when your round done playing gutter Smack you done sending these scraps I'm demanding supper The can'll blucka any fucker wit'chu that came to root Get 21 when I buck it like a game of hoops Don't panic brother you'll say somethin' then run If its beef at steak I'm A-1 then some Fuck talkin' if you want them Tecs (texts) I'll send some Magic shots flew like H1N1 I'll let a .380 spray on these baby ape I'll put Jones in a box you better say your grace You know Grace Jones, Jones Box, say your grace That Tommy Lee Jones Men in Black like Agent K [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip Every time I see you my nigga, it's the same shit 12 battles in you rarely ever change shit That's why ya name Magic you only good for the same trick So let me guess, in the Lou' you bang with real guerillas And Jones a clone cause you can see the "ill" in "Chilla" Or maybe bullets a fill a dome when you peel a chrome To kill Jerome when you put me on ice, that's how you chill a Jones But like perm head 'Verb said "name flips, that's an amateurs move" That's what you amateurs do, now let show you how the animals do For that bull I'm bison, that'll show you nigga Jones the G.O.A.T This cat will (cattle) die here from a cal (cow) tucked in my over coat I bare (bear) arms and buck for the doe when I hold the toast So if you dare (dear) snake my dogs I oughta (otter) go for (gopher) broke I'm supposed to joke? Nah I'm a use schemes to break you But since you reppin' them C's then to the seas I take you Ya ex say I'm ill (ell), that's a bad trick She fish for compliments I tune her (tuna) out, keep my lips sealed And that's it, you pipe her on a (piranha) bed She don't howl a bit (halibut) Mad stiff so, baby doll finna (dolphin) wail (whale) Like she never had dick So that's land and that's sea, but in case I ain't clear Let's go to one last place and I'm a take you through the air Now all ya ex chickens wanna swallow a cock or two (cockatoo) So while you sippin' hen/Hen' I'm a have them coo-coo pigeons hawking you So duck if them two cans (tucans) squawk at you Blue tooth so I'll (owl) take the eagle and pair it (parrot) And watch it talk to you Stop it dude, fans raving (raven) like you go hard You'll see hawks cause foul can (falcons) get ya throat scarred Start robbin', snatch ya canaries when I bow god BNE flow I just hit you with some crow bars I'm Larry Bird when I grab my waste Reppin' Boston with 2 Tre's (32) to shoot in Magic's face With them eights my team Bucks no Wisconsin And you PG sophomores be slick talking Trying to bully who? Us, the freshman? Huh, well I'm shit starting With two eights (28) behind the locker like Chris Johnson I'm 'bout to flip, told John John to dash out Seen Ciddy and JC and had them mags out And Magic still took this battle but should've backed out With this Virginia Tech/Tec I'm taking that whole class out See cats doubt I can win like it ain't worth one try Since they all lying/lion guess I gotta hurt son pride Order the blazer, one tie, a white shirt hung dry So when this dick head get cut, a suit for sir, comes sized/circumcised I sigh, but at least you got a Tux when you die And who bettin' on Magic? Good so you ain't the only one putting bucks on this guy Homie shoulda brought Harlem here with 'em Cause it's gon be a murder with Clips unless lucks (Lux) on ya side Get struck from the ride til you d.i.e. (Ready To Die) you small minded I'm 'bout my B.I. G, but wait B.I.G., put it together and make a word now And hold on to it I get to the third round Absurd sound in ya apartment of clapping The neighbors talking to the sergeant and captain All they saw was 20 out that black and silver Like they watching (washing) McFadden And a body on magic carpet like they watching Aladdin Imagine the better man lose, try to throw a combo Get John Doe'd before you ever land two You getting' clocked, watch, it's time to reprimand dude So fight ours (hours), a minute before ya second hand move Gun drawn, he freeze like "Chill, I ain't the war type." But which body part should I hit? I ponder more like I'm thinking the knee, BLAOW!, he hit the floor, yikes I'm thinking the chest, blaow!-blaow!, I hit his core twice Then I walk up on the body...put his face on my four sight , now I'm thinking the head BLAOW! Now that's four sight (FORESIGHT) You hear the crowd roar like "WOOOH!" that's why they hate ya boy Cause having Flair that ain't even in ya Nature Boy Your X wet (X-MEN) cause I'm a Beast like Hank McCoy The way the toy a kill these (Achilles) men I bet you think of Troy BOSS TOWN! [Round 2: B Magic] B Magic vs. Chilla Jones, who can rap better? I'm knowing this a saying but fucking with this crack nigga You gonna end up dead or behind bars I'm that nigga Pitch bullets to your stomach your homie gonna be your back catcher I'll spin 'em til it jam like a club song You dead wrong Mia Long wouldn't Love Jones You must be blind you looking for I where (eye wear) Glasses frame off contact ask me if I care (eye care) See I'm prepared for any punch that he may land Instead of getting bucked in sections like a pay plan You gon get these arms stretching like Space Jam Right hook you'll get rocked to sleep like a caveman I can't stand this niggas schemes I don't get the chump What thug rap about solar systems like that shit is crunk? He say a bar an slow it down like we missed the junk We gonna call Chilla Johnny Cage cause he split the punch I'll tell you what, if he got to tripping These cans'II open up busting if I got the biscuits I can teach you something nigga you gotta listen So pay and hope that I school you he got to wishing (tuition) Let's turn it up I get the ratchets to clap him What bastard gon back'em after I start this massive attack You got burners then clap'em Cause Magic be blastin it after'em Get a cap to his chest like the National Anthem Now these some mothafuckin bars let's get this through It ain't a damn thing broke when I get the tools You'll get alarm(ed), clocked if I hit the snooze When you battle a Star Jones you get The Views This nigga probably call the cops and have a telethon (tell-a-thon) I ain't never lying, I'll beat the shit outta Elton John I'll walk up on this bitch nigga with a mega 9 That nina blew (blue) around heads like MegaMind This B Magic mothafucka acknowledge me Big straps that'll take that back like apologies And honestly we can throw those hands I came to tussle Serious (Serius) I give Jones some Clips he can't rebuttal This motherfucker be on some make believe rap and shit Homies ask Chilla to ride he start acting sick But you follow niggas with the choppa ain't that some shit I'm at the window with the choppa I'm Malcolm X See watch it G, bounce back like 2 squares Mohawks (more hawks) then cool hair, can it ball like pools near You'll get a bulldog under your mug like root beer If you wanna die III book bags like school gear I'll roll up at night night you a dead nigga Two K's (2K) take him out the game like Reg Miller This round Chris Brown take it to the head nigga Leave your homies Smokey on your porch like Craig nigga B muthafucking Magic [Round 2: Chilla Jones] Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip Every time I see you my nigga, it's the same shit We two rounds in, you rarely ever change shit That's why name Magic you only good for the same tricks It's either name flips or punchlines back to back Well I could do it too which makes the next round action packed That 'matic clap, let ya can spit they aim to trust Them riders trained to bust (bus) like public transit My fans stick in the building I'm now known And when this connect (disconnect) all he gon hear is a dial tone Clown Jones next to ya broad, I'm letting 20 fire Shoot and knock juice from your apple, now ya blood beside her (cider) Thugs could be riders until it's bombs away Only time son pulling my card is on Father's Day Look I see through pussies like lingerie The fifth clap it get the kid napped like John Benet No being calm today I'm getting cocky on 'em But still on (stallion) my sly shit, going Rocky on 'em Your crew getting air lifted when that shotty on 'em That's the only time you seen a choppa with bodies on 'em I'm warning all they partners Cause it hard to get blue/blew up out a pussy like Beyonce doctors How they thought they'd stop us? Soldiers in them hoodies let me find out you bold enough to push me Only cause them Crips rolling with you like you Tookie Make you tumble now them Crips rolling with you like you took E But how he look G copping plain clothes like a undercover Dudes I brought with me got semi's like a bunch of truckers See I ain't nerdy like them other suckers So if you don't watch ya step, POP! That'll be a mother fucker Niggas tough til they get that phone call I got ya girl trapped in the bathroom, I'm bout to kill her fam' I know you got work here Magic, I need a milligrams Give me a headache, them cals involved Caps will peel then I'm a leave (Aleve) her bare on a towel and all (Tylenol) That's what you do to niggas right? You be robbing 'em and deading 'em? Well how it feel to get a taste of ya own medicine? See ya death was an expected fate See money was sacrificed to the god like a collection plate Oh ya protection great? I'm the department of housing You'll move out as soon as you get your section ate (8) I know what you thinking, you should've had somebody help you right? Well I agree, you should've had somebody help, you right Better yet, you should've had somebody help you right I stretch marks the best bars he try to sell you lite (cellulite), right? Well fat chance and that man could get a backhand too That lead clap if he don't get his head wrapped like an Afghan do You'll see inside his cap fam that's what these cats can do (cat scan) But damn you, nigga Chill's the one If you the bar for bar king, I'm a punch until ya grill is numb A body shot release the oxygen that filled his lungs I leave the king with no air (heir) like I killed his son Oh you above king? I pulled ya cards and they all fake I'll jack your queen to leave your blood on the wall ace, wait... "Wall," "Ace," put it together, make it a word now then hold onto it 'til I get to the 3rd round I heard clowns talking saying I ain't a match for you Huh... I am (M) A G, if I see (C) A L you gon' need something MAGICAL In case you can't spell let me run that bar back for you I M.A.G. if I C.A.L. you gon need something magical I'm tactical And right now I felt the need to show it I just spelled that word out and you and even know It Boss town... [Round 3: B Magic] Scheme, scheme, scheme, scheme and some lame shit Every battle I see this nigga he be doing the same shit I'm raw pussy fuck your thoughts like cybersex Tripping I'll run up on this nigga like a flight of steps Have them hoes running out the truck like where the fire at Pull out and leave this mark in the street like tire tracks Boy it ain't a Heat fitted when I fire caps And you couldn't get this title back with title match With that bullshit you got money to burn if you buying that A G strapped you'll get de-capped like a Tigers hat This guy is wack I win(wind) chill and breeze passed You soft don't make me get this nigga from the Bean bagged Your bitch gimme long face like the Scream mask She light up my joints like a Dreamcast Magic I love it how your bitches daughter seeming I had this nigga pushing daisies like Morgan Freeman You think I'm playin"til that semi blam your dome So lego (let go) of them games this ain't Indiana, Jones Fuckin' nerd you never let the weapon spit My whole team been locked up for possession like the Exorcist So nigga miss me with that choppa bursting extra shit You my son (Mysonne) I ain't gonna have none of that extra lip I say its game time you'll get every punch from Tekken 6 I'll tell you what get sent back if you was Heaven sent Put money on it I'll murk him for Jerome lettuce In other words still a bus if Jerome Bettis Kill a nigga on stage when I'm on Feel the tip of these .44 and I'm taking your mic Jones Who? Mike Jones I'm taking your life homes Glen Johnson over hand right if we fight Jones Boy you fucking with a heavyweight, ya soul lift I mean Magic make him levitate Your bitch can die just for picking up your celly late I'll put a couple in his top like a wedding cake Got something this cat'll lack (Cadillac) if it escalate (Escalade) This nigga couldn't whip a vet if it was a Chevrolet See I bring the peace (piece) to him like he meditate Just know I will fire (welfare) and give your section 8 Let's get it straight When that AR blucka you'll die wet when I buck it (bucket) like Ray Charles brother But let me rephrases that bar that I was tryna say I'll rock your frame with the heat like a fireplace It's west side of St. Lou bitch don't get bagged You wouldn't fucking with E but now you getting cash I'm strapped with that Screaming Eagle like Six Flags Stretch 'em soon as he hit the door like gym class Do something besides schemes which yo' bitch ass I want this mothafucka to jump get mad Then big mac Rolling Stones like Mick Jag Black eagle 5th to his chest like McNabb I told him once This muthafucka scared I'm from the mothafucking Lou' That's how we mothafucking play it Beat me can you believe what this mothafucka said Must have tripped fell and bumped his mothafucking head [Round 3: Chilla Jones] Punchline, punchline, name flip They say I'm one dimensional too, here's where the game switch Fuck the schemes and punchlines let's look at facts here You said Real Deal's a teacher and YK's a cashier, who cares? So you think when a nigga work we must get a 9 to 5 And just to get how a trigger work So when you say you on your job with the 9 in ya grip, well me too I'll breeze through, squeeze tools, lighten ya strip And still make it back to work just in time for my shift See punchlines is the shit but a mix give you that perfect style Instead of using that one trick Try being versatile What else you got for the fans? You a disgrace to the game Magic Earving Johnson played every position, you a disgrace to the name Magic He could pass, shoot, rebound and play defense Continue to improve and get better every season So I'm a make it tragic cause I'm alone and I to y'all Since he saying he sick I ain't gon play with Magic He couldn't hang with his neck in a noose With every punch I black on this bitch like domestic abuse See the truth, you want more money and think URL is hating you This out ya class they named the Don King and don't let you get a pay per view But if sonny ain't listing (Sonny Liston) me top 10 he's crooked fam' Soon as I threw my hat in (Hatton) the ring, he shoulda ran (Duran) Survive, you may, whether (Mayweather) I weigh when we tie son (Tyson) But ain't you the (Juda) same dude that said I would die son (Dawson) Listen, not one right nor 10 bows (Bowe) could slow me still We know who top 3 in the Lou is (Lewis) so homie chill You cold though (Cotoo) but Mosley reel But Jonesy peel with that four man (Foreman) I leave bullets in every hole he fill (Holyfield) Show me skill, show me skill, do something different Shit I ain't stopping you, but you can't So you ain't fucking with Jones Jr. that's why I'm boxing you A shot or two make a G new car spin, before you use your blinker Bullets going through that black T you (U) are (R) in (N) But wait...T U R N, put it together and make a word now And hold on to it, wait... this is the 3rd round Ayo Magic where ya strap is at? You Siegfried and turn Roy when my cats attack He grab a pen and tell a (Penn And Teller) Young chick to call cause they gotta chill See Magic don't even card tricks before he cop a feel (Copperfield) Now those words to remember, who know what those 3 be now? Don't matter, he 'bout to die from one punch Houdini style Don't say shit or my clique could make it get painful Act Big while it's my turn (WALLACE) and meet Chris Angel {Chokes}
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