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[Round 1: DNA] The Champ says, the last time he was on this stage It was versus Serius Jones at NOME 5 I mean the nigga DNA should've been on 6 and 7, but when the nigga Beasley called his phone died As far as the haters go, the Champ ain’t payin' 'em no mind Cause even when I’m a senior citizen, I'ma pull up to the venue with a NOME sign Houston whatup?! They say since DNA turned into "The Champ" he been cocky Well you damn right, I'm grippin' lead And since you the one I gotta air against (arrogance) BOOM, you get the bigger head But I'm upset like Drake, don't worry y'all, this nigga dead Cause we all saw what happened when he tried to push a T (Pusha T) and y'all all saw what happened when I had it in for Red (Infrared) I ain’t gon’ talk about ya dance moves cause that's a bad reference Or how you still wear baggy shorts and always do these wack gestures You lost to T-Top, Geechi and Twork Why sign contracts if you lack effort? Shout out to J Prince but J Prince won’t stop this track record It's levels to this shit, but now they matched you wit' a killer And it's gon’ take awhile to get to where I'm at bitch, but it isn't Fisher Y'all remember versus Ill Will when I messed up the slogan, when I switched to liquor? Well if I can fuck up the Yak ('gnac) again then I'm a different nigga I pull out in the Full House, I let the milly hit ya They gave DJ followed by a dum dum (dumb dumb); Kimmy Gibbler You roger that? I use the ladder when I get the clippers So just tell me where the mark is Houston and the twins come out: Sister, Sister They got DNA back in his old bag, cause this niggas so wack So I came with the big oohs (Uz') in the buildin' since the show packed And an old gat, let's see if you can manage a punch, where Rome at? Cause I came to work (Twork) with a Shotgun, that's a NOME match Aye Geechi, I condone that BLAOW, I let the chrome clap So how you gon' hold down ya squad when you don't got ya own back We both strapped, silencer, it's no comment when I snap; Al Kapone hat Since you from the Yak, Man it's only right I dip the SIG (cig') in Konjac They said when a nigga wear these shirts everybody lose Not tonight, not tonight So when they first told the Champ that, they had me so scared Then I seen this nigga with his chick, I said, "They both weird." They say JC is God's son, right? Well I see a lot of nah's (Nas) here like y'all don't care So now I feel entitled to drop the Carters out of nowhere Nina is out, I'm tiltin' the big cap, I'll put the heat to his scalp They all said they seen J(ay) with the SIG (cig') but I had Reasonable Doubt You know on the cover, the big cap with the- yeah nigga act violent I call up one of my Blood shooters, the MAC's silent So you gon' see my brim low, with two pieces on J(ay), that's The Black Album I'm a ratchet sparker, I'm searchin' for him, I grab revolvers I only scoped ya (sculpture) to black on J(ay): Magna Carta (Carter) I'm fuckin' vicious, you say you want Loaded, right? That's why I tuck the biscuit Cause I can take Jay's greatest hits, I got the Lux (deluxe) edition See how I can perform and rap, JC you don't do enough The Champ says you need a stylist And wearin' baggy shirts ain't what I meant when I told you "loosen up" Big gun, every time I shoot it, I'm movin' up And it's Loaded right in front of you, now whatchu gon' do with Lux? Razor, since he's super tough *slashing sound* And give him half the star like the movie sucks Your whole family get the same fade; Lil' Boosie cut I run down on The Rich Kid when the Lil' Uzi busts I gotta be honest, Houston: you and Ill Will dress the worst in battle rap Nigga, I know school was rough That's cause you all on a Budget like movin' trucks J will get knocked up second once the Ruger dumps Cause I already put the tre in Will, it's Just The Two Of Us But if y'all ain't get the picture like the Nikon trippin' The rifle come with a stand, look like a tripod wit' it I kick in the door to son home, they surprised I'm grippin' I beat Will, O (Willow), Smith J then (Jaden), and prove I'm just an Icon livin' It's round one, it's gettin' hot in here, Houston y'all know my slogan (GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!) Hell no, get this nigga that's outta pocket the fuck outta here Get the Warriors for gettin' the Rockets the fuck outta here HOUSTON! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! [Round 1: JC] Hey, have y'all ever seen, me versus Charlie Clips? That's gon' be a very familiar scene today If y'all don't know what I'm talkin' about I'm gon' lead the way See I destroyed the nigga that birthed his entire style in a one rounder Y'all remember Publisher Clearing House and shit- I know, easy cake Dome shot, left Clips unrecognizable and the scene decay I'm just takin' out the part they use to identify the bodies.... DNA A nigga punched yo' motherfuckin' tooth out and played keep away Own the shit, you called me "A Yung Ill clone" then made a career being a Yung Ill clone of Clips Bitch can't nothin' stop me Especially these four bar set ups, this just another copy Chris Brown, Lil' Dicky, I'm just waking up with another body So [?] him now, it's too many different layers in the arsenal, you can't even sound 'em out It's martial arts I, rip the piece off the black belt That mean I grip the pound then BAOW (bow) Big ratchet, this shit like the bad wolf It'll take down every house 'til it get to them bricks For real bruh, but still the, little ratchet will get shit in the house movin' like Matilda Big shots, I'm talkin' 'bout, bigger than the ones Robert Horry postin' See I was able to create a gory showing with just DNA and the sticks; Maury Povich Nigga, enough ravin' I'll leave all you dried up fruits in a box when son (sun) raising (raisin) The blade? Had tissue hangin' all off his face, but I was the one shavin' Let's see if you can handle this, cause I'm here to dismantle shit You brought your style and I brought mine Charlie Clip versus a banana clip Nigga you do the math, you can't even compare 50 rounds to his two and a half Nigga we was born savages Even before the shot I'm just wavin' the piece behind him, you know, a little four (fore) shadowin' I mean the shit he do is okay, his freestyle kinda consistent but what other props to give him? I mean you make rounds easier to break down than Catholicism You gotta be, one of the most confusin' niggas The idea about writin' raps about what you gon' do to niggas Get a tooth, dismissed from yo' mouth Then you go home and then you write a rap about shootin' niggas Whatcha life like? But, we all know what gun he got ready on the hip? It's that machete with the clip And he aimin' it loud So whatever Big T started, got this nigga with actual aim makin' the sound Listen, the type of movies we shootin' with drums, Nick Cannon would've never chose We messin' shows up, seeing how fly you done got then baow, pilot get shot And that was just episode one It get a lot worse, so prepare to take the blast and suit up and make it fast I can see you, but you can't see me This shit 'bout to get thicker than interrogation glass A Shotgun like Suge, easy how it can make Eric look different And I'm good wit' it A chest shot put his back to the block, this like a hood visit The contents in my notebook, hold the outcome to yo' fate And even that was a double entendre for good riddance (writtens) Look, listen, and keep that mouth closed or find a good dentist And call him quick or call it quits, cause we doggin' shit And you are diarrhea, feces and doo doo And we just so happen to be with all the shits Nigga tried to interrupt my turn talkin' and the bird sparkin' Nigga went from hospital machines to reserved parkin' All cause the nigga needed a lesson when he ran up Cool, now that nigga can learn walkin' It's body bags at every battle, make sure your homie found one But do not jump in that bitch yet, this is only round one [Round 2: DNA] After just hearin' JC go, The Champ said, "This fight's over." I'ma put my belt on and get the hater's pissed Houston, I like to call this segment of the battle, "Champagne With The Champ", I know y'all couldn't wait for this Can I get my interviewer to come out please? Now Tech 9, now I know what y'all thinkin', I know what y'all thinkin', I'ma help y'all You don't like when you call people out in a round but Tech 9 this gon' be a moment, we gotta savor this So I'ma tell everybody the rules Every time I say something hot I need all my niggas to make a toast and take a sip SMACK, you got your glass too, right? Aight, well Tech 9 let's get started [Tech 9] How do you feel about Houston almost beating the Warriors? [DNA] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Before they boo us, no need to worry The Champ says, "Fuck the Warriors" but like Stephan, I always keep a .30 and they can see it early Plus my foreign piece is sturdy so you don't want none of this international smoke; Ayesha Curry Now can I get a "Champ is here"? (CHAMP IS HERE!) Well let them scream, I love the Warriors, they the better team I get his hoe side touched, when I put the .9 up, I'm Gerald Green Now let me get a "Champelujah" (Champelujah!) [Tech 9] How do you feel about Houston winning the World Series? [DNA] Well listen, The Champ loves it but this regular nigga made the match so wack That's why they had to bring the star 'round the H like an Astro's hat But I can make it better, I know you didn't like it, but I can make it better Cause the gat is behind the swing like the first catcher Oh y'all ain't get it? Well now I'm adjustin' a tre five (.35), I'm Verlander Let me get a "Champelujah" (Champelujah) [Tech 9] I see you come out here with a robe, what's with the robe? This isn't boxing. Battle rap has nothing to do with boxing. What's up with that? [DNA] But see battle rap does have something to do with boxing Because when a nigga told me about JC, he said he's trash And if I win I won't be takin' down a great I told that nigga, "Think boxer shorts. I'll still get a name around the waist." I had to make them see (Dempsey) You're really not that good, it's just a lot of hypin' And now I'm informing (Foreman) Holmes, that this is not enticin' (Tyson) I asked about you JC, I asked around and got word from the don Tay (Deontay) Wilder than you, that's just what the facts is Then I'm coming background (back 'round) like an ad-lib Word to Shannon, the cannon gon' make him tell me where the cash is (Cassius) Now they say I always do current event I like to say that because it's hotter when it's relevant This nigga think he may weather (Mayweather) the punches but I think you're kinda out (Connor) your element The Champ upset, I got a bad vibe Cause you was the hottest nigga in Michigan and still nigga, you had drive We seen your career Rose, then Jalen/Jackson's And you couldn't make your cash rise I guess it's how word (Howard) of what King did on the web (Webb) would be the reason you fucked up the Fab 5 You don't get zero love in ya hood, nobody don't fuck wit' this dweeb Y'all not gon' boo The Champ cause I'm not even done with the scheme Now I said, You don't get zero love in ya hood, nobody don't fuck wit' this dweeb I done beat niggas from Cal' to Rone and you just started touchin' the green See how I can go from Michigan to the Cavs? Well he'll be missin' from the line when I'm done wit' the scheme Now J, are you aware you always fuck up the team? They tried to tell me that this nigga's writin' is impeccable Like I should be so grateful Cause everything he jot down is so ill, and he might let the flow break you Like y'all ain't just see Geechi Crip Walk all on this nigga's casket Nigga NOME saved you And your pen pointed (pinpointed) us to exactly where the Loc ate (locate) you If you see Carter with the twins, then it's H.O.V Nigga, you only got a job cause of Magic, nigga J.O.B I catch the nigga while he's slippin', the gauge low key Y'all think J cold (Cole) til his skull on his cover, nigga this K.O.D Y'all niggas can try to hate The Champ, well let 'em stay mad Cause JC you doin' hurt, I talkin' Section 8 bad Tech said, "Use the gun or the knife" I said, "These weapons stay stashed." Cause I can go from the tre to the Hawks like the NBA draft Y'all niggas done got me mad And y'all know what's up for round two And it still could be debated on who got round two [Round 2: JC] Six shots, full body, from his head to his feet Leave you dead if you speak Bald heads float past like the Indian on Street Fighter, that mean the arm got incredible reach Nigga, these ones move in a crowd, we packin' new weapons Clap, then ask him who's second See if he learn with two to (tutor) the child, it's like an after school session I could've gave you bars for me, I mean the shit that you clearly bringin' out every night Make it seem like you don't even care to fight You killin' yourself, and I figured I could AID the death by helping Eric write (Wright) Yo, the flow different, and you package handlers gotta play Adam Sandler and just go wit' it Or ya knight get dismantled Kyrie grip on the nine piece, that mean tight on the handle With slugs, you gon' need more than a vest to stop, invest in dots When I up the arms you can't up yo' arms to contest a shot It's too late now little Eric, you should've done something I get closer while the gun dumping Than the screen on a Nintendo when you Duck Hunting That's right bitch, you the leak, and the plug comin' And this time, not even Plies can run from it Bitch he's still dyin', none of you niggas can freestyle how the steel sounds So I came over prepared None of you niggas ready to rebuttal a real round You see, I'm the difference, you see cats hang cause my mind bright One flash, bang, and I give 'em components Current event bars, freestylin', all that shit prove is you live in the moment You need composure and that's word to me The fact that you been here ten plus years and still got to scream out, "I'm DNA, have you heard of me?" Purposefully, is why nobody responds Cause only the hyper believe in hyperbole That might be way too much Let's get back to the killin' Noose around his neck, I either expect a payment or make death arrangements Or we can assume you are (R) Street and he called T-Top so he left him hangin' You not prepared for violence, you never even witnessed terror like this I can tell by the cards he put out for you, your death is comin' I'm a tarot psychic and I'm where the endin' is Everything they told you is gettin' you rip And you still don't fit in this shit, well they thought K-Shine broke down DNA, but I could've wrote Kendrick's shit I'm that potent The Magnum kickback cause a relax motion The barrel still spinnin', Stanley Ipkiss can put The Mask on it Let's finish this Trench coat, although I'm just visiting And you can inspect the (Inspector) Gadget, the arm got some shit in it When you on that victim list you need to relocate every nigga you livin' with Mother, sister, brother, that [?] even that nigga Clips Cause if I could get the shot, it gon' clearly burn like Vodka did the shot Bitch I spill ya dreams, kill what you feel you think That's right bitch I'm back washin', like when children drink Yes bitch, the shit's Exclusive, I pull up with the mil like it's Uber X bitch we gettin' to (into) it And if we can't find DNA on the scene then it's inconclusive And we comin' back Time! [Round 3: DNA] You had the nerve to tell The Champ he can't rebuttal with real round? NWA? That's what you had? You gon' give Eric, AID to his death like that G.O.D I mean you tried to give me helluva match, but with these Cubes you gon' see the D.O.C This 'bout to be Death Row (That's only one of them thangs, I got one more though) This nigga had the nerve to mention Death Row well now we gon' talk about Suge Cause NWA, Eric with Death Row, it's cool I keep the heat round I was blinded by who I killed that night, but I see now This third round 'bout to get holy Cause when URL did events they was always starring (star in) the east Now y'all will get that if y'all was born a Catholic Beasley, Chico, SMACK, the three kings, I hope y'all can grasp it Cause they discovered JC and gave him a gift, I read through all the chapters But what y'all forgot is, I created his path, St. John the Baptist You really are Jesus Christ, and when I first figured it out, my mind was disturbed So I paid attention, I studied you with the desire and urge Cause you was supposed to be our savior, we even relied on his word But the moment he came across (a cross) T, we seen your spirit rise on the third You really are JC, cause you fed the people lies with scriptures Like I know the Bible says, but we should've known it was something fishy when he had to beat the Chef just to multiply ya bread You really are JC, you battled Chess and Rum Nitty in New York and them souls was sent to Heaven But it makes sense, you had to come to the east to get a resurrection You really are JC, and even when you battled Twork and we all thought we was losin' him We still praised and welcomed you when you entered Jerusalem (Jerooz-salem) You really are JC, and with that Daylyt nigga I couldn't say it better Cause you healed on your sabbath the moment you put Day to rest You know what? Skip that, I'm holdin' this gauge, Glock Nina, Noxzema, it'll open his face Bullets ain't got no name, I know what they say But this banana clip look like a lower case j If you don't get the message, .40 keep a nigga down, it's depressin' But this other ratchet I'm dumpin', boom, back out his stomach; indigestion Get to steppin', or introduce him; Smith & Wesson I switch grips, revolver, I'll pick six; interception You thought you was fire, being down with the Writers, like that shit a blessing? Now it's lines around the block (Bloque); big election You won't get to Heaven You thought you couldn't get head king, I'm get the TEC and And try angles (triangles) with the nine on the back of J; Olympic Seven They said, "JC could bully DNA." I said, "That's mad strange." Cause I'll never get pushed by the Carter, I'm Mack Maine Why criticize the form if the shot perfect? That's lame But the shot off and I still got four outta 30, y'all had a bad game You'll change after the ring, like a last name Paramedic's saying, "This fucked up. Now I'm bringing back pain." You never had fame, I'm on ESPN, you only gettin' SMACK change But don't worry JD will put the kid onto the rap game You be snitchin', soon as you be facin' the precinct Really to say, "I need a plate." When they tell you, "Take it or leave it." But don't mention my nigga Shine though, cause it's Harry Potter when he aim it and squeeze it Cause J, K rollin' (J.K. Rowling) with a stick, but he keep that Chamber a Secret Aye Tay Roc, Summer Madness comin' Tell Verb I'm still gunnin' Fuck Mickey, I'll expose Factz since he wanna reveal somethin' Twork got no hairline, that nigga still Lebron's cousin Aye, I'm Loaded with Lux, SMACK I'm tryin' to kill somethin' This will make Hitman move, Hollow cool I still love him Nah, fuck him too and Mook, I got no chill button The steel dumpin' I already fucked up a nigga from the 'Yac, Different Strokes when I'm Ill dumpin' Cause now I'll be forced to (foster) pop and put a nigga where Will is, I'm Phil Drummond Y'all niggas act like y'all didn't watch Different Strokes, like y'all can never get right Well I've got this beam on the bottom of ya shirt, let's take this American flight It's round three it's gettin' hot in here, y'all know my slogan (GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!) [Round 3: JC] {Picking up where he left off on the 2nd round} The shits conclusive, and if we can't find DNA on the scene then it's inconclusive Then we comin' back Well my whole clique foul with drums attached like we singin' music And well, bitch you have to face it Now we gon' have half leave wit' half they faces Bitch the .38? Special; like every class you sat in up until graduation And they will never find DNA on the scene, that's cause the glove fit Snub spit Bullet left an exit wound big as a...Tyson glove print Bitch in that battle, in that battle field, you can bring ya swords and you can bring ya machetes But unless yo' name Yoshimitsu, I don' think that you ready I mean, I'm on some other shit, rubber grip Pipe flash, what a surprise, then his life flash, in front of his eyes, now rebuttal it SMACK, this is not the comp', you suppose to brag about givin' me Cause DNA, something is missin'...and I mean that shit literally But when he lost it? That's the mystery....like Jaz virginity {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} DNA, something is missin'...and I mean that shit literally Now when he lost it? That's the mystery....like Jaz virginity Bitch you can wear a vest, I promise, that's no answer Each fuckin' bullet will penetrate anything, they got no standards Well I'm just too accurate when I aim the shit These two K's scanned will be a 2K scan and give his face a glitch Or...I can aim for the chest I'm that accurate Give that bitch a pocket without a handkerchief See in this battle field, I feel like rebuttalin' But don't worry, I'm not here tryin' takin' ya spot But since I am takin' a shot, my aspirations are set way higher I always aim for the top You can't freestyle your way out the box Even with machetes loaded all the way to the top with the lead Like, really? Word to Mike P, your man buns off the top of the head But that's another discussion Yo, I'm callin' lies, I wrote the very page on the book you tryin' to use And well none of that shit authorized in the author eyes, it's time to give him the real you And believe me, they waitin' And in this practice I've killed, word to Kevorkian, and it takes patience (patients) Nigga get down to lay down, it's sad that he get it first, but he had to be in the dirt Y'all remember when TV's first went digital? Everybody gon' see static until they convert And we on everything, and the fact that I'm the least established, don't mean this shit is an easy habit I've been runnin' through pens like prison break, but I'm still addressing all that smoke like it's Reefer Madness So you know I govern that pen game, don't you? You thought you was gon' come here and sharpen yo' pen at the expense of me? You've just been gettin' played by the governor like Mr. Freeze Bitch remember me? Know that it'll take more than a call out to get rid of me It's my level, they look at me as a devil and still send (sin) for me I take this nigga to the subways, you know the ones in New York got all kinds of rats Then I have him stumblin' all over the track, like when Desiigner rap You at gun point, and it's amazing, all the fucking power and the gun point, bitch act brave We know whatchu about, we've seen every single gun you own on every SMACK stage So if you hear this gun cock a lil' bit, then it's one shot we givin' him His face gon', I'm goin' AWOL, like Trump stoppin' immigrants So, who really got the best pen Think about it, he came here for a quick debate and ended up fishing bait and he's still fightin' Ain't it crazy how Pontiac do? How you was writin' for Will now you will writin' Well you better hope Jesus Take The Wheel next Yeah, because I'm locked in and yo' face, that's where the aim is at You like naming Hov albums, so don't even think about seeing J(ay) face, he'll just Fade To Black Bitch you sprayin' that? You got the thumper? Tropic Thunder bitch, you playin' black I was taught the loudest niggas in the room is usually the weakest And those principles still wit' us These niggas? They take those principles to identify the real niggas That's counter productive See you freestyle okay, and you got the talent But what good is it without proper balance Two days prep, freestyles, and still you bein' a threat is still not a status They need time out for you A dome shot, let his mind out spoiled DNA gon' have to find his self or the DNA f- I know I won bruh
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