B Magic vs. Ave

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[Round 1: B Magic] See, Ave wit' the Cave now I see how you Roc(k), fam' See, Ave wit' the Cave now I see how you plot, damn Release the pits, tell 'em, "Bring me the ropes, dawg. I'm not playin'." I get it poppin' wit' the Desert, so if anything dry land, I'mma school you It's like fuckin' wore-out pussy: my screws loose Lights out, see, you don't wanna see black - see, you refuse to On FB, frontin' for ya hood, but this ain't FUBU Murder (Murda) on the snub-nose Who tryna come see me shoot Mook? So is it Dot Cave? Mobb Titles? Shit, I'm confused, too So if you wit' Roc(k) band, I guess I'm talkin' to you, too (U2) The Bill Collector, this (k)not what you asked for, and dude's due Better chill, 'cause I can show you how I'm livin' when I cruise through A left'll put a nigga to sleep, yeah, a cool snooze A right'll wake him back up dazed, talkin' like, "Who's you?" I'm droppin' gems (Jimz), they believe in a Rare Breed Did I lose you? If this bitch shine, Tay (Shante), it's a wrap for his Coogi like the Juice Crew I mean, you can die over these mics (Mikes) like some new shoes If I buck it, I'm leavin' your top open, I'm too cool You a clown, you can get followed around This fool through It's over once I get to tellin' a joke like I'm Bruce Bruce Shoot who? Huddle break: if I clap, then we all clap Daylight Saving: that mean it's about time that you fall back Your wiz a fan I gave her a pill or three and she called back I lay up as long as I'm spinnin' I scored off of the wall, facts I was with it, watchin' a Ave battle like, "Dawg snapped" Then a week later, I found out the nigga stole all that I got a whole bunch in store for your Apple: all MACs Black Magic get to sprayin' your top like car wax Check this, my whole team in blue, the set Crippin' I'll breaking-news, CNN, CBS clip him Up next, a House Of pain (Payne) like a TBS snippet You better reroute, Ave, like the GPS trippin' I say, you better chill while I'm rollin' up drugs T-Rex on his off day: I get to foldin' up scrubs Let 'em roll and fuck Rum You think it's a Game until you see the Ave nigga get to throwin' up blood I been bakin', so the (baking soda) people know the day that I cooked Roc(k) Now he can look over Ave - I turned him to the neighborhood watch Give Ave a sign, so when you see me in yo' neighborhood, stop You wanna call out a animal? Well, go on and take a good shot Where the Henny? You can find me with clips, but not Charles This big can'll end a G (energy) for thinkin' you Roc star (Rockstar) It was light how Red blew (blue) off his top like cop cars All of that rob? Man, stop it, we know that you're not hard Look, Golden Corral, I can eat wit' these hot bars It's crazy that the shit you steal, it's mad that they give you the props for it You need to get your bars up before that be the reason they drop calls You need a lil' more school, boy (ScHoolboy), if you wanna be Top dog (Dawg) Pop off, apply his pay wit' the hook, and drop shorty Machete cut off part of Ave, I guess that's how my block party The Lou funny? Bitch, you better be talkin' 'bout Guy Torry You get your sons taken (takin') after the pops like Bob Marley Round 1 [Round 1: Ave] Yo, y'hear me? I said, it's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch Beas' said, "Ave, we need a favor." I said, "Save it." and (*click*) But they repaid for the hit So this like a public restroom If it weren't no paper down, I swear I wasn't takin' this shit I mean, yeah, we know he a legend But I don't respect you tryin' to hold the kid up for my shot: he Nino at the wedding But I'm still reppin' Dealt wit' the fact that you move pussy Punched on anything, no matter my class: I'm the school bully What the fuck could they do wit' me? Well, it's not a lot, bros See, they waited to see if Ave get damaged like potholes And oh, now you takin' this joint? Tryin' to get quick points 'Cause they got an angle invested wit' the "I bit" coin (Bitcoin) I get it Well, I'm still wiggin', don't get it twisted Punchlines, schemes, wordplay - everything is exquisite Any attribute? You guess it, I'm mean So this nigga smoked across the table, like Belly wit' the restaurant scene It's no denyin' I'm a beast, a giant in them streets He might want this to go in peace, like dyin' in your sleep If I can't reach nothin' close wit' these options I got bread for the toast, serial (cereal) scratched like I'm grocery-shoppin' Homie, what's poppin'? The topic is who spit the sickest quotes So don't try to switch just 'cause you feel you in this bitch wit' Locs That'll get a nigga smoked, 'cause I get the grips for the low Have 'em comin' in with shit for the yard like prison dope So let him know, he better keep it rap like he should This time, it ain't no screamin' back to get Suge - understood? See, just that look'll have him bitch He'll call Jimmie, then split Break fast, 'cause I'm guessin' he think Suge'll end (sugar in) the grits What, you the only one that roll with some Crips? You jokin', right? Bitch, I got fo' tres at the table: it's poker night That's on God - say I'm lyin' I even coulda brought my 74' nigga to the ring: that's Andre the Giant Let him try it If it ain't NY where he meet his makers Spend paper just to fly to the Lou - I'll see you later Shit, it can't be hard to spot a B Magic, that's even greater Shit, we only know (No) 'One in the World': Anita Baker Put duct tape on the revolver, beam on it And it's Lux spittin' rounds in a rush: speed-loaded If the fucker hide, one in his crew will get straight blammed Shit, the other guy work for the news like Blankman Let this nigga think I'm playin', and I swear that we blazin' He get guap? We in they spot, find the bread, then we skatin' Bro, I'll barely be patient So put rope and tape on the wife and kids, and tie (anti-) Black: that's the Aryan Nation 'Cause when you cakin', that's the price that you pay No cryin', bitch CyHi The Prynce: you know we comin' right (write) for the yay ('Ye) And just to make sure that the hit move sweet? Stick up the nigga in the basement We only comin' in two deep You know, LL put the stick up the nigga down in the basement in In Too Deep? Y'all followin' me? Okay, then Get his face caved in The hands what y'all want? Two niggas scrap in the yard? Wait, that's Sanford & Son And we know he don't throw them blows too slick Y'all seen the clips Shit, I got Black fists handled like them old-school picks But just in case it gotta go to the grips, the pump savvy One blast will erase his (racist) past: that's Trump daddy So get at me Damn the arc, that hammer spark Leave him stretched, smokin' Black on the set: he Shannon Sharpe Boy, you standin' here wit' a Shark! And ever since I hit these cards You really ain't been movin', Magic - this faggot Nicky Barnes You a fraud, and I'm only here to pull your ho card And give you principle (principal) behind bars like Joe Clark So before you start actin' off hype from your yes man Just know life ain't make you 6 feet, but death can [Round 2: B Magic] They said that I was duckin' Shit, what they gon' say now? When the pump lift the back of his truck like Blade Brown's It's just me, right on the side of his crib like 8 Mile It's adjust this (Justice) League, or in a Flash, you gon' be in a Cave now Check me out, wit' this hammer, I'm nicer than table manners Get the shark, rippin' his top off like David Banner Die here (dye hair) 'til you white in the face like David Banner I been killin' niggas So tell me, what do you gotta come say to cancer? Check this This that takeover, Ave, like turf wars Cross me and see what them .9s profit like church boards I came through to see where they praise him (hymn) like church tours So when you see that four, man, just know that it hurt more But you came in punchin', huh? Well, just know that I birthed you I'm goin' in with somethin' light on Ave like curfew You ain't know? I send them goonies Ain't no play wit' me, damn it So if you need a jackboy (Jakkboy) that can handle a cannon (Kannon), who come to work (Twork)? It's a wrap if the hood on stage I'm good on tres If a nigga trip, then the Magnum rip Go on, step, them shots don't hurt - what, you ain't catch the shit? I stood firm with Law, now let's see what this devil Ave'll get (advocate) I say, niggas get buried when I'm sendin' them A real nice casket gon' be carried by your friend and them How he die'll be these (diabetes) shots Naw, don't worry 'bout the insulin I'm a beast - that's on the hood like Harry and the Hendersons You get it yet? .44 Smith & Wess'll hit his chest Aw, y-you get it yet? .44 Smith & Wess'll hit his chest You can die here...nigga- It'll get ya wet… (*B Magic gets flustered and takes a minute to get his focus back*) It'll hit ya next… Like, look, I want all the war, nigga Easy as a Sunday mornin', bumpin' Commodores, nigga I got a loudmouth Nina, it be talkin' for a nigga It'll stretch you out like a Baltimore nigga Yo, it's the same nigga gave a classic wit' Qleen Paper Comin' off the top wit' somethin' cold (code) - who need pagers? They ain't tell you that Black is the key? The C major So far, he (Safaree) runnin' from the punch, it's a Dreamchaser A couple'll connect quicker than speed daters Left jab, then I got the hook up like free cable Throw my sign up to any team like a free agent Plant a gun in the back of your shit, get free cases Now listen up, you know it's pressure when the pipes bust Baggin' wit' the fif', you gon' need more than a ice cup Spare strap, I say, I pump the strap like seein' a dyke fuck Gettin'...pump the strap like seein' a dyke fuck You're gettin' half off your top: he gettin' a price cut Fight what? I turn a nigga to a Rest in Peace I'll really show you how to turn Ave into a dead-end street Put lead in cheeks, spray heat when I'm sparkin' the fo' Split Ave top, nigga - you can stick a fork in the road Light [Round 2: Ave] I say, I'm a mothafuckin' threat Did that appeal to these bitches, like date-rapers? Well, when it unfolds, you'll see I been sharp as a straight bla- razor Plus your wave shaky like fake neighbors So if you think you got me outclassed, June, you're (junior) high like an eighth-grader I'm major wit' the bars, on top of a sharp performance Only way that this can be Black night is wit' Martin Lawrence He don't want us on no hood shit, partner We can beef, but you takin' half of the heat like the Bullpen roster I'm a monster, and been that, son Stunt and get your bitch ass lumped, then wrung like a dishrag, chump I'll find your wife and slide up in that cunt I'm just saying the better half I can bang: White Men Can't Jump This gang frontin' don't be no pressure Ave got plenty niggas throwin' up signs wit' the sticks like protestors So go extra, that's gon' get the big toast wavin' A shell fed once the joint pull, and this Loc ate it (dislocated) He better watch who he play with It's just another bag I'll beat his fuckin' ass - y'all can deduct my other half Tuck ya flag, 'cause that shit don't make you a bit realer Jamie Foxx in Redemption: you just playin' a Crip, nigga Oh, your blueing shit official? Oh, screw it, I'll still hit you Take it further wit' the clips, and a toolie'll fix your issue 100-round drum, won't shoot 'em all A few will get you Or give this 60 40 - now, nice doin' business wit' you Since you actin' like you had me killed, I'm strapped wit' steel Small toy out the box for your boy: it's that Happy Meal Oh, you don't think we clap for real? Well, it don't take a Wizard to pop and leave your back caught (backcourt) by a Wall like Bradley Beal I gets busy for real, my knuckle action tough Like leakin' Houdini's secrets, I'll be fuckin' Magic up And I think he know I'll swing Sarcastic wit' a stance Well, I love hate on the hands: bitch, I'm Radio Raheem The fuck you mean!? Your main way of thinking is stable, is it? Got my favorite biscuit, the clip curve like faithful bitches Let's say this was real beef in the streets, I'm straight to business Gotta buck it (bucket), straight through the intestines: we makin' chitlins! I don't play wit' these bitches! I done lost too many Next nigga take one of mine, it's gon' cost you plenty Y'all better say a prayer for him You ever lost a nigga to drama, got his mama askin' why you weren't there for him? Yeah, I know it But y'all thinkin' his toolie on - wrong You don't hear from no nigga in the Lou he arm strong (Louis Armstrong) Cut the jazz act! The fact that you bangin'? Nothin' threatenin'! I can get you popped up out the blue, so unexpected All these TECs and big pistols you spittin' is just riddles 'Cause if Magic bust (Bus) or fit in the bodies, it's Ms. Frizzle's Bitch, you soft! And it been that way Get clapped fast, then we snatch up Black flag like the insect spray Who say we need they rappin' gimmicks? You see they actin' timid Know the nigga soft on his blog like DJ Akademiks Y'all seen his image and instantly figured he pop tools But changed the channel once they reported that Fox news You'se a goof, a spoof to that blue Shootin' at who? If Roc swing, well, y'all know 'bout the move wit' that Lou But ayo, I'm sick wit' it, so if B gotta go Then just pray for Black widow like, "Rest in peace, Alimoe" So now he know, any time it's a problem, my rival caught I ain't gotta say nothin', I'mma just let the rifle bark Comin' out his crib, givin' wife the talk like, "Take care of yourself and each other" BOW! That's Jerry's final thought! Nigga...time [Round 3: B Magic] Fuck cuz I'll pull up on cuz wit' two heats Keep actin', you gon' get a real bullet like Bruce Lee Keep playin'- ...like- like Bruce Lee Shiiit… (*Magic loses his place for a second*) I'm God, my squad you can't get in, we too deep After these bars, you can bend to the Roc(k) like Blue Streak 14 days, it end- (That was fire) Yeah, they don't hear me, though 14 days will leave 14 dazed, you too weak Footwork, lay down the hook first like a new beat You will die, nigga- I see Ave, I'm in his hood in a hood, a blue fleece Tool speak, everybody assed out like a nude beach You peep? Heard you King, well, you've come for the top spot Until the kid draw square on Ave like hopscotch Pop, stop, shots drop brains out of his snot box Charlie Sheen: I can knock off Rambo wit' these Hot Shots Play around, only thing I slack on is dress shoes You ain't catch it? Only thing I slack on is dre- Well, check this You better have Wolverine powers when the lead ooze Wit' the steel, he'll (heal) back up quicker than Deadpool Marvelous, your ex-savior Huh, you get it, Loc? It's the flow, punchin' my way in (Wayan) like Riddick Bowe You'll die, nigga, out of the blue, the end he go (indigo) We cool or not cool? I'm givin' my friend the fo' Hot shit, the blue Crip'll take over like Nas diss The reason that he'll (Hill) break down like Wyclef Y'all thinkin' that he hard, I think this some nonsense You get a- you say- damn You get a- You know you dead once you reach the hotel like John Wick Nonsense, Radio Raheem with the update Get smashed talkin', I got hands for niggas who love hate Y'all thinkin' that he hard, I think he a cupcake He knew it was a mistake, but he know it's a must-take Much better Cool, G (Coogi), as a Biggie and Puff sweater Shit, I'mma just keep it 100, I'm cu- I say, I'mma keep it a buck-fify, I'm cut better 5-7, you get four from the Hawk: I Spud Webb him DOT seen the Kingsman, that's how he knew you can get shot wit' the umbrella Um-Beretta, um, fellas Let's see if he come, fellas Mouth shot, spill everything he wanted to come tell us You'd prob'ly get a clip from the .50s like gun trailers Niggas wit' ARs on the (Arizona) team tell my mama her son (Sun) Devils Play it out See, Cave Gang was the fam' - remember the crew? So how you reppin' wit' Roc family gonna benefit you? I send 'em and shoot and leave Ave bloody how I bleed the block You knew your idol was wild (Idlewild) once you heard me through the speakerbox (Speakerboxx) What you want, the smoke? What I got'll uplift ya like sativa pot He next if you believe it or not, I'll let him speak to 'Pac Send a manager and you die, this'll lean a (Selena) god This ain't new to I, this Muay Thai: we (k)need to box Told him- I said, look, R.I.P. my nigga Bud I was s'posed to be at my nigga funeral today, but I'm out here, my nigga [Round 3: Ave] I say, yo… Hold it down, hold it down I say, when you took the league dough and ain't show, I had every reason and urge to murk this faggot Face shots, nail tips in his mouth like nervous habits What I heard from him was tragic Imagine, a legend PG makin' up tales, I guess it's some Earvin Magic I was mad somethin' decent Wanted to punch his teeth in Shoulda got the .45 out the house: Trump impeachment I can't have no vet dissin' me I was ready to fill Black bubble wit' the lead like checkin' my ethnicity But then it hit me - his last battles? Not astoundin' You got a good Five Heartbeats left, career drownin' That's why it weren't no need to hound him We know the nigga wrote and still played the Duck role - he remind me of Robert Townsend That's clown shit The building know you good enough wit' writin' Your punches weak on the cam'...like that footage of you fightin' Man, it's like he always 'bout to get drug How the fuck you so fake, money, and barely made that counter fit (counterfeit) Dub? This bitch a scrub We know in this lane, he get clever thoughts His rumble just ain't the same Shit, we thinkin' he hella soft Dubs made him fail the cross, so if he wanna bank, Fox shoulda got clean work: Frankie in Set It Off But he all talk, so if I prove what these knuckles do Like a bitch trickin' for True Religion, it sucks for you (*The crowd cracks up at that bar, Ave runs it back, the crowd starts laughing again*) Dude can take it past bars, but I'll sharp two-piece him 'Cause I know he got glass jaws like a shark museum Or he can run and get his peeps I'm dumpin' wit' the piece Find a pile of Cs (policies) 'round the back like company receipts See, I ain't new to this mission If that Ruger is missin', the .45 still bangin' like you wit' this Crippin' Who this bitch kiddin'!? Y'all better tell this fella recognize I don't take kindly to threats Catch him where he resides, I'm on the set while they live The second I arrive, it's gon' happen at Black people party: Electric Slide! 'Cause we ridin' very equipped Kelly, Hillary, Cole, Michael, Waldo- just know it's dummies in every clip! He won't get to bring SMACK more fame Soon as he turn, look, .40 in the face: call that Jakkboy Maine! This bitch a lame Ran back to the gang 'cause you're prob'ly broke Lettin' all that green mix wit' ya cheese - you artichoke This is what we call a joke How you hang wit' all these Locs and couldn't even get a zip off your 'hood like starter coats? But to y'all, dawg a GOAT I see reptile wit' you Plus you soft, and still bangin' like erectile issues And ain't no work y'all sellin', but I could Omar Epps him Movin' bags in the ring had me as a First Time Felon Yellin' block shit don't work wit' me Pounds and ounces, that's what we knew, baby, like a hospital nursery And certainly when we choose violence, we use silence Niggas got numbers over the tongue: we knew (New) Balance Any time we had to flex on the foes Go and escape (Xscape) back together, like Tiny and the rest of them hoes I ain't gon' put you in no wrestling hold Just point somethin' that'll take a fraction off: I'm in decimal mode! So let him know, he don't wanna be who we movin' on Tell your crew to scoot along, 'cause my shooters is proven strong Leg-shot him, that red bottom ruin his blue that's on 'Cause we runnin' wit' sticks, gave the dude from the 'Lou batons (Louboutins)! Wait, hold on, is everybody aware this bitch a fraud? We were s'posed to rock last year, clear he got outta Dodge Born Legacy, NOME, Summer Madness - that shit ain't odd? How the fuck can he be Magic and scared to pick a card!? I ain't blamin' y'all for this damn bum I just hope that y'all ain't pay him now for takin' the kid - he already ran some (ransom) Fuck his room, and gimme his rack We established this ain't the old Magic - he ain't worth a Penny or shack (Shaq)! This nigga wack 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 duckin' niggas! They type wack 'Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT!)