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[Round 1: Ave] Yo, before this battle was locked, they told me you've been on the road for a minute Well, I'm here to dead it, K-Shine, so you should know I'm committed So, bitch, don't try to take me light, 'cause I ain't come to play, aight? I don't give a fuck about ya zip line, I ain't afraid of heights I've been nice And tonight we got a lot to discuss 'bout If you lose your composure, you gettin' knocked smooth the fuck out I'm not gon' take the fuss route, them hands gon' get deadly Bitch I will give a hook to Shine good as Barrington Levy Better respect me, or yo' ass gettin' left wit' a swole jaw If Eric get involved, then that's just a problem for both, dawg And see my shooter barely tax, he'll pull up and smoke y'all One Franklin got him thinkin' FX, that's Snowfall I told y'all, but now this jerk gotta see 'Cause as far as your last plan, it fit Ness (Planet Fitness), but that don't work out wit' me See, Rex, I know you love your son and such But I don't give a fuck if K Dot, put him in Power, his role still is a bum to us Nothin' tough, I don't give a fuck if you really foul You hear me, slime? This shit all 'bout respect, so give me mine Or I'll be at ya new crib wit' the semi, have plenty flyin' I turn that stick and get Shine through a window like mini blinds Bitch, he dyin' Like why y'all feel that I'd be bothered? There's no way I lose to K, like a hygiene problem What y'all forgot how I shatter dudes? Ooh, that drives a nigga to kill, and I'm feelin' like Jamie Foxx in Collateral Who's gassin' you? Or got you really believin' you wit' the beef Cause braggin' how y'all been gang-bangin' don't mean shit to me I got him in the click my G So if I gotta bring out the Hidden Colors you'll see, the nigga's history That flag shit don't matter Send half my Locs at him or get touched by a brim, you'll be Math in the Dose battle So you better keep it calm though, midget The .9 point will lay K in the ER, I go Rondo wit' it So brang them bitches, the D and T (DMT) just gon' end up smoke partna Rain'll (Raina) get shot for gettin' involved like Ghost daughter Shine dyin' once an old shell catch him I call a thot and have a blond curl Top, that's Odell Beckham I don't respect him Cause that gang shit you claim, will get me steamed Cause we know you only on it the moment you witcha team Be alone 'round some Locs and watch how quick he switch the scene Out that do' this Billy hoe ain't gon' bang, I'm Sidney Deane I mean we seen his type, battle rap hype like cold bluff You got hooked and pulled from under a whip, you a tow truck Man, so what you hit lil' dude, we know Gamble tonight, roll a Gangsta's Paradise (pair of dice) and I'll show you I'm not Cooley, yo (Coolio) Fuck who he know, and I hope he offended Oh you niggas lookin' for smoke? Well you know we dispensing Shooter for hire If it's doe to be spent then give me a number The gun on this bitch's head, like on Don't Be A Menace He gon' get finished, then I'm back to this paper Cause my concern is havin' checks to burn, I'm a Kaepernick hater You ain't no gangsta, the bangers around you just add hype But I know Bloods that you can't get right, but that's life Y'all better tell him get his mind right It's like my dream the green beam, and I pray to get Shine in the lime light Ain't tryin' to fight, so I'm posted wit' a big ass gun I'll smack ya mama, tell her to go get her bitch ass son You get ya crew involved, them niggas gon' drop dead witcha Better pray you a better shot or you can pop lead quicker If I get shot, well, that's when I get slicker After the Is-He-Dead-Kick, my head lift - BAOW - not yet, nigga! I'm wit' the hitters who don't give a fuck about K actin' Always hype like he ready to fight, straight snatchin' Now as far as rap, ain't no rematch with Tay happenin' They ain't really handin' you Roc(k), bitch this a play action Like, why would Smack throw Roc at him? When I'm up here 'Walkin' On son Shine (Sunshine)' like the old pop record You not better, I'm the best on this stage Even if T and Eric write (Wright) for you, it's still an easy (Eazy) death with ya AIDS Nigga it's Cave Niggas in rap don't want no beef Less we really be wit' the straps, we can drum roll streets Kick in his crib, catch this bum hoe 'sleep I'll burst mine then Earth Shine, like Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 3 Time Man, I'm runnin' out of breath [Round 1: K-Shine] Yo Ave, you went from never havin' a fight in ya life to havin' the fight of ya life And this the fight for ya life Another six-foot nigga with a (death wish!) Twin TECs, flippin' each buck, I'm tryin' to invest Got the stock in (stocking), finna turn somethin' into fish nets And it caught ya motherfuckin' (mother fuckin') son: incest Scope if he split, bet This cover (discover) a boat like a shipwreck Boy you better turn into a crook or be stiff next (necks) Get stretched, wit'cha cap blew (blue): Blistex His homie shot, "Stay wit' me bro", takin' quick breaths Throwin' up Blood on Ave like Dipset The heat spark, leave his brain on the road, let's test his street smarts Here's the creep part, arm on the chest like a retard Knife, turnin' like I'm tryin' to make the key start Tell Shark City, I want the big fish on blades...now they Street Sharks! He got one of two options It's either you get shot or you get shot Same proposal as before, I'm puttin' Roc(k) in a box FN auto sittin' on the side of the drop The other grip on the bottom like hospital socks Soon as it Blow, Pop, it's pushin' through his top I drop his whole mug, like I was pickin' up the coffee when it's hot This nigga shocked, waitin' for the guy that's come for Roc Puttin' together the grill on Ave like a cookout for the block You can check, every bar code like a Soundscan Pump, push a (Pusha) brother in a church like Pharrell man 100 pellets, 25 cents from a buck like I sell stamps Then take the same route on Ave, like the mailman It's no lackin' anywhere Nigga I don't care who they peeps I'm generous with these meals (mils) like, "Who ain't eat?!" Chopper, split him from the waist before they move they feet Got Ave rollin' both ways like a two-way street Please! Ave, 'Lyt and Roc, they gettin' shot for tryin' to play me I'll Roc(k) 'Lyt like a salt lamp, but you gon' die shady New Jack City, ask me why that line crazy (Why?) Cause that's a head shot on Ave in the broad daylight (Daylyt) and tell the Roc, "Goodbye baby" (rockabye baby) Tell ya boss, "Try again", these geeks can't bury me." I spin (spend), Friday (fry Day') on the couch, weekend therapy Gun button on Ave, then complete they legacy Cause this one for Roc(k) like a Jeep Grand Cherokee This where that game change You better keep Roc(k) out the watch like a Plain Jane Or get the latest, got the nickel plated like a name chain Beasley, give me the signal like a lane change I stop the blast, then get to rockin' (Roc and) Ave like Cave Gang Two knives, put 'em in a Different World, but it's the same stain Butterflies, flip in front of his eyes like Dwayne Wayne You wanna know what I notice? This nigga's a bitch too Where was you when Brizz broke the bottle for Holla and his crew? Oh let me guess, you wasn't in the buildin' so shit's smooth Or you would've noticed the door like the rent's due Bitch move Her pussy ass wanted this shit too But leave the stage, freezin' on the Cave like an igloo I'm a wacko, easin' off of tobacco and Sig' (cig') blew Tell that Guardian Of your Galaxy talk to the stick, it's Groot But this tool, I got it down to the T Fit description, knife, like goals of achievement, I'm stickin' wit' it You get the vision? A real nigga vs a hoe, different isn't it? Yeah I thought the same thing, man Cave shouldn't have no bitches in it That's a Juice shot- Let's get to business, zip him up let's go [Round 2: Ave] My nigga what's wit' this persona like you really want drama out in the field? Well ain't nothin' 'bout you G, K (UGK), let's just be Trill I mean the frontin' gotta stop 'Cause you played Geronimo, but you a blank domino You don't get points without the Dots We can tell it off top you scary, that's why I'm not too worried Shine ain't real this is costume jewelry Y'all think I care he say his pistol play heavy? My shootin' Method with the shotgun is like the bartender's in Belly Tell him "Get at me", but I bet you he chill if he clothes line him Or the strap lay Shine helmet up, he a coal miner When it's time to ride, it's no speakin', this Teairra Mari Meaning this bitch gon' sing 'til the dome leakin' What we on? Beefin'? Well ain't no need for no talkin' fraud Your team step I slide up wit' arm like Stomp The Yard Cause I don't really need the grip for dude Trust me, the fist will do clown, I'll put the hammy down, I know these fit for you And I want smoke wit' them bitches too I handle scrappin' Oh you think cause I'm fat I'm a slacker, my hands is lackin' I'm so fast wit' the action, that even if he bob he (Bobby) hit and niggas ain't even know it, like Janet Jackson What's crackin'? You really 'bout action? Play gutter Machete from Rawsteen skin Shine like shaved butter Wait, I ain't no blade tucker, I'd rather grab a tool and put a Harlem dude down wit' the deuce like Ma$e cover But in case you bring ya whole crew nigga I get the big chop, MAC on the side like a soul food dinner Then once I body all these nerds, I'm baggin' product to serve An O.Z. by the A.R., K, I'm Marty Byrde Cause yeah we got it off the curve, if it's there we at it Y'all think cause y'all see him flaggin' wit' that red he savage Soon as he snatched by the FEDS he panic Tellin' type, bet he give up all the rights like a deadbeat parent See he be scammin' in the worst way Top Soon as he caught the Beans spillin' in court like the first State Prop' You gotta watch them, when the pressure increase nigga's front But as men you (menu) never change, Chinese restaurants We was posted wit' a product to sell Somethin' about me, Gronkowski, I feel like the biggest target for 12 But oh well, we grind heavy, from powder to the Mary And with pill shit we had more scripts than Tyler Perry But he's scary This talk like he heavy, just rap There's even fake fives in yo' crew No not the Rex dap, but PC Is you kiddin' me G's? So I guess you gon' tell me P(ee) wit' the blood like a kidney disease My nigga, please Y'all not tough, get popped up, another body that's gon' add to the mil' (meal) like potlucks So when I had that heat blazin', another piece waitin' Judge on my side in case this miss (dismissed) we Free Masons Now wait, bitch, cause you talk like you been ahead What ya spins and your ESPN's You gettin' bread? Nigga even went live...with a real bitch up in the bed Cause see he used to rather party on dudes like Bill & Ted Heh, but you prolly bought her the hills Got her struck stuntin' in wheels Nigga Shine tryin' to get signed throw that slut a whole mil' That's ya baby? You love her crazy? The fuck is your deal? That bitch shady, I'll have her runnin' back to Buffalo Bills Man get real, that's why if I beef with these maricóns, I just catch 'em while they at ya new crib Shotty chrome, I clap D, Top and T when they think we prolly gone I catch Boom walkin' out halfway, like Ah Di home Nah he grown, so this how you gotta talk to K-Shine And I'm only talkin' like this with the hopes he cross the line Cause we buyin' all the toolies in town Soon as the Tre dropped off, put it to work, I got Furious Styles This how Ave really go, so if it's static let me know I throw a jab to this fag and drop his ass to the flo' I mean he asked for the smoke, so hey, pick yourself up and skate, like in the MJ 'Bad' video Like really tho', he asleep as soon as he hit wit' these Meanin' all that bumpin' (bump in) ya lip, transmitted disease And please bring them to the war, I look forward to shootin' more I got a problem with all the ex (X) niggas, I'm Insecure Time man [Round 2: K-Shine] You went from never havin' a gun in ya life To a nigga tryin' to gun for ya life Now get a gun in ya life Another six-foot nigga with a death wish Nina, pushin' everything back, I'm procrastinatin' .40 blowin' everything up, I'm exaggeratin' Chopper, open up his mind, I'm elaboratin' Twins, makin' hits together, they collaboratin' He seen Rain and got turned into mist, he evaporatin' TECs, leave him empty his shit, it's evacuatin' Fifth, got it talkin' for me, man it's advocatin' But the Eagle will take the head off the boss, the D(ecapitatin') This will check, a person's will like a testament Nothin' but a check for him Cause I was on the road with the best of them But stop to whip on Ave like pedestrians Here's a tip see, hammered on Ave like the Mexicans Or see three (C3) straps on Ave like a lesbian Number of shells on Ave like it's evidence MAC 10 it (tenant) build in (buildin') on Ave like a resident I keep heaters, these seekers turn to deep sleepers, unaffectionate I ain't even gotta squeeze Nina, Glock excuse That Tommy blew like "I ain't cheat, Keisha!" Have every whip on one side of Ave like the street cleaners Whatchu know about it? Runnin' outta food like the .38 And you gotta feed it shells from ya son .9 Makin' a size order for what the Special needs, I give a fuck about a dumb line You want mine? Even exchange Mil' (meal) for the tre (tray): lunch line Lob you wit' the knife, everybody gotta swipe: bus line Silencers, I put a lil' somethin' on the end: drum line Steel (steal) on the low, Ave wit' a punchline It ain't over, wait (overweight), and it's spittin' fast: Pun rhyme Detective circlin' Ave: one time Fuck rhymes, I underground rappers: unsigned Clutch mine, pretty big ratchet: plus size You dumb high, y'all think this nigga got the drop on me Chopper on me, Rolling Stones will get ya top stories Glock .40, have ya wig blew (blue) like Roc shorty His eyes closed in the street, I turn Ave into a block party Nigga I'm not sorry, I ain't got a care in the world I give a fuck about a peace offer, you like, "You almost hit my girl" Nigga I was tryin' to knock a piece off her Standin' behind the Canon (cannon) on Ave like a reporter Each corner, waitin' on Ave like a beat walker I eliminate characters, I'm tryin' to make the Tweet shorter Shark City, right? Well now he in deep water 100 shots, 25 sent (cent) from a buck like three quarters Beam on ya, but ya niggas get it before it's sold out; pre-ordered Where Ave live? Nigga I'll pull up to his crib wit' a chop' to meet you Spot the people, searchin' through the blind like Ray when he dropped the needle Shark City get a whiff of these paws, he got cerebral Froze when it spark, bust the nose under the Shark: Dory in Finding Nemo You think you gon' be my big brother Rock and get away wit' it? Oh now it's time to thief go Pots hittin' Sticky fingers (Fingaz) on Ave like Tyrone locked wit' Debo They watchin' me, it's State Property if I drop the Sigel One round got him strugglin' wit' Chess (chest): Don Marino Y'all finito Yall finito, uh uh papito, Glock bandito I'm fire empanada; patellito Mi perico, get your uncle shot, pop a tio Round for the lead, pound on the head, "Ay dios mio" He ain't want smoke before, now the nigga finna play? Cause you got Shady after Math (Aftermath)? Eminem and Dre You steal bars Ave? And niggas get afraid? Now it's steel bars on Ave, Dominican parade He can't get away wit' shit on this card, this ain't a PBA You can have Faith and still get the ring: Stevie J Either way, steel in (stealin') the belt: DNA Five clippin' everythin' on Ave: meter maid! Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up Get ya crew shot with the oowop, pick him up NWX, you Cave niggas suck Y'all know my slogan nigga (Zip Him Up!) [Round 3: Ave] It's about time somebody came in here and shake up this shit I told niggas I wanted smoke, nobody safe from these hits And I promise you I won't miss, unless it get to the list Cause I'll address them real quick the get right back to this bitch Ayo Cal', we need to have a sit down, fuck the delay Whatever bread you 'bout to charge, I'm quite sure I know Smack will pay Aye you won't even get a round Wait, coin tosses count, so skip that, think Dipset, I'm puttin' up .40 Cal Yo Hitman, you already know that we been rockin' That's why it's only right that we get an event poppin' See dodgin' me not an option So soon as it get locked in Bring ya bro cause I'ma finish up Show' like I'm binge watchin' JC? Set it up, Aye Verb I want the crown Yo Cortez, get back in the bodega for now But tell Mook, nah I'm lettin' Roc wrap that fella We want every Dot on the stage like a Pac Man level Bitch it's whatever- {Intermission because of smoke alarms going off. Apparently fans can smoke in this venue.} Bitch it's whatever, y'all must forgot that Ave that cold So I'm takin' down every star like Grand Theft code Now he the next one to slaughter Soon as I hung the call up, the goal? Body shine, I'm Bruce Leroy out the water You'se a good talker, but I ain't worried too much Cause I'm strapped, aye these (80's) babies come at .30 and up Bro we was doin' all the dirt that we could Even if that meant we had to spark plugs to keep work in the hood What's good, get it understood that I never play So if it's rap, let it be that, and that's where it better stay Cause if I let Beretta's spray, I swear that I'm stretchin' K The wrong move gon' have them trippin' on you, think [?] But in here if it escalate, that's a chin break cuz I get Shine wit' one hand, that's the MJ glove And I don't do no fake grudge, so if it turn to get real Hope you can back yo' shit up more than Percocet pill We in the field, cause we know just how to handle them streets We was scramblin' tryin' to manage nigga, damn a PG Niggas tryin' to make sure they families eat The trap works, you're Nature? Rap first like it's 'Banned From TV' See we was at it, break down savage to get the ends No 12's, sandwich bags, no razors, safety pins Whatever to make 'em spend Had to get the fiends coppin', cause that's chips on the first, we EBT shoppin' Bruh this block shit ain't nothin' new Do a straight month or two then slowly peel back on the corner, just like a Lunchable You wanna dump the tools? No problem we hitters Have mil's (Millz) givin' Shine rounds before RBE nigga We some gorillas, think shit's sweet wit' us? You off ya thoughts a little Cause thinkin' I'ma play ain't gon' work, yeah I'm wit' all the bull (audible) I'll have ya teeth leakin' bruh, then draw and throw three to ya But either way you'll bleed in this order (disorder); hemophilia But see this thug shit in ya verses, I don't think it's this person Cause you too dumb to see the fame, you done surface Why you claimin' shit that ain't even worth it? My niggas tryin' to get F words off they records like the radio versions But you ain't learnin', you one of them niggas that need the proof You one of them niggas that ain't gon' get it until you [?] See that's why I blame Mook, if he'd have played his position There wouldn't be no line between Dots, you see the vision boy? We different If I get in some shit, I'ma handle mine You the nigga that's gon' ride cause you know that ya man's behind Y'all standin' there like it's fine Til y'all in jail later, with ya body hooked to chains and a box like Hellraiser See that's why I hate the niggas your'e type Cause you ain't gon' brawl, but them niggas might You ain't gon' fall but they gon' get life You gon' move on like y'all weren't even tight Hesitate to pick up a call, view a nigga or write Ya light pussy, and I hear you reppin' Treyway out this bitch? Tryin' to prove you this gangsta so they can think that you legit Boy I think you fake as shit I had K face some Crips now he claimin' them 20's on him Dayday at the whip Oh I can take the hit Make him a target, niggas drop him wit' one round And then it's to Gate Of The Gardens But nah, my name ain't been shit as of lately I might shoot what K see (Casey) and the knee (Anthony) and get rid of the baby Bitch is he crazy? I told you, "Fix my plate", right Smack? Cause they been sleepin', it's time I bring my state right back Don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas, they type wack Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, straight like that [Round 3: K-Shine] Yo Ave, you went from never havin' a rhyme in yo' life To stealin' every rhyme in yo' life Boy this 'bout to be the rhyme of ya life Another six foot nigga wit' a (Death Wish) Nah, you worried 'bout the polls to ya battles I'm worried 'bout my poles when I'm sparkin' 'em You worried 'bout the shit you write Nigga I'm worried about my rights when I'm charged wit' them You worried 'bout the lead in ya pencil Nigga I'm worried 'bout the lead in these cartridges You steal nigga, I steel niggas And these the words that's harmin' them (homonym) Revolver spin, bullets hittin' nerves, this finna bother him Get it shakin', I'll him disease like Parkinson Spar wit' him? I'll open up his sweater on a card again (cardigan) So advertise meant (advertisement), pickin' the right spots like marketin' I got my self esteem, buildin' up like confidence He got a part of this, into yourself like a Narcissist About 100 bodies, a nigga lost count I just know ya seed, he was targetin' So he will be somewhere in that number when ya son comes to Shine Like when the Saint Go Marching In Nah, fuck that, I got a colder mission Laser, I planted with the star like a solar system Then I peel (pill), like a pharmacy with no prescription Chest shot, he ran into his homie wit' the shoulder dippin' Then it's head shots to both, 'til they face charges together like they co-defendants Hold a minute, like a bitch turned dyke, I've over niggas Make him whisper, get away from the door; Jehovah Witness He like, "Damn, where you get that from?" "I know a nigga." .9 raised on Ave like he hung wit' older niggas He could get the squeeze in the finger like I caught a splinter Everyone stretch in the V like I bought a sprinter I'm diggin' the grave, so hey, even the broad get injured But she got a choice, Ave or tar (Avatar), but I ain't finna wait for the Water Bender Let's be frank, you can get ya uncle pops like Dorian Four to him, he plugged in the head like Morpheus Legs on it, clappin' from the stands like an audience Or squeeze wit' the strap over the shoulder like Steve with the accordion I brought a pump, just to start the water front Nova Scotia, ya own funeral, but they don't even know if you come This a coffin closer, this nigga greedy I was cool with you and wigs, then we talked it over I said, "Fuck it. I'll have a tool to ya (two liter) back." Kel with the orange soda I'm slidin' over Arm wit' the nose, I'm tryin' to find an odor Know this (notice) hit ya crew but it was meant for you; non disclosure Weave, weave, jab, I knock him over One hit and it be days (daze) like this, mama told us Get everything sent in store, I'm not a doja Sig' (cig') and a .40 on Ave, it's not a Cobra Buck 50, get a pun and a smile, I'm not a joker I turn a Shark into a Swordfish; John Travolta It's a prize under the seat, I'm watchin' Oprah A couple mops, waitin' for the stain, I got ammonia ('em on ya) BAOW! I ain't have to leave his face like that Knifes, guns, bats, I play like that Nigga hidin' in the Cave, think he safe like that I still punch you in ya motherfuckin' face nigga, straight like that Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up Get ya crew shot with an oowop (Pick him up) NWX, you Cave niggas suck 3-0 Ave, ZIP HIM UP!
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