Jey The Nitewing vs. Fonz

Lyrics

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing] Yo, before I start this round, I just wanted to say real quick… I'm from the Northwest, and it took my region a whole...long road to get here And we lost some friends along the way Two weeks ago, I lost a friend of mine, we lost a friend of ours named El Solo And there's a lot of people in this culture that we look up to and we support...from afar We admire a lot of people in this building So it would mean the world to all of us if we could just get a moment of silence for my people, man I'd definitely appreciate it (*20-second moment of silence*) (*to himself*) Rest in peace to my brothers… Y'all ready? Night of Main Events, I made it, BITCH! On the West, we at home, nigga! This my motherfuckin' throne - how many times have I told niggas!? Only two years in, and I'm already at NOME, nigga? Don't let my size fool you, homie, 'cause tonight, I'm a whole nigga I promise you, this deep in the West, you get no love! Bitch, you from Cleveland? So you know what you need then: some mo' Thugs You like to punch!? I like to punch, too I coulda came wit' that plotwork But I'm big, you big Let's see which one of us drop first! Fuck the static Ace showed us that none of that punchin' matters He had the Land Lord (landlord) like Friday After Next, 'cause son a faggot! Whole fuckin' bracket done beat his ass! How the fuck he gon' beat me!? This shit just like my last battle, 'cause it really shoulda been easy (Eazy) I ain't finna stand for it Tonight I'm closin' that damn door, right in his face I give a fuck if he think he the Land Lord Man, I'll drop this bitch nigga so hard, they'll say the land lowered Stop playin' wit' me! You beatin' me? How, bitch!? It's child shit The votes is in: every battle, you lost, on some wild shit This a free throw for me, and you only got here off some foul shit I killed three niggas, and they ain't do nothin' - now this! You loud BITCH! Who the fuck really thinks he ready? This bitch nigga's OG as Machine Gun Kelly He not deadly I know after that you prob'ly think I'm petty But that's all you gettin' tonight I'm puttin' you in a negative light, like the opening scene from Belly Midwest!? It ain't no mid on the West! That's his default settings I'll pull up to your crib and at the hospital if he thinks I'm reggie It's 'bout to get BAD for him! Every opp' was outmatchin' him! Ace pullin' your card is the only reason he had to win! Kee-Kee at the hospital: you actin' this wasn't an accident! I'M SAD FOR HIM! Prob'ly bet the whole house on this moment! 'Bout to leave NOME mad (nomad) as fuck, 'cause he about to be homeless You know who you wit', Fonz? You think I won't leave your shit gone You know how long I been waitin' on a nigga to pick on? Like I won't defund the police soon as the divers get sent for him? Insufficient Fonz (funds) at the riverbank, but nothing's withdrawn Come on, nigga… Little Ave, you better fight This a battle for your life If this makes Battle of the Night, it's 'cause you battlin' the Nite! Brought a Cleveland nigga wit' me Last time a King was in L.A., we ain't even make the Playoffs It's 'cause I came here to educate Welcome to the West, pussy MadKing [Round 1: Fonz] Yo, where the water at? I said, I'm finna do a mechanic greasy...real fuckin' greasy But a lot of y'all don't get that They say Jey talk crazy… Well, I'm Fonz, a nigga that talk slick back (slickback) Big facts… But you gon' come with your slow delivery and violent tone and think that you gon' talk to me Pussy, talk is cheap And I know how you Hawaiians roll Nigga, your whole pack soft and sweet! My thoughts elite! But y'all act like he amazing here Wit' a style you can't compare Oh, he don't use gun bars? So how the King legacy 'posed to continue if he too afraid to raise and air (an heir)? I shoot for real! If he don't, then it's respect to bro Your neck get broke! Fonz vers' Nite King All that means is they done gave me a nigga from the West to roast (Westeros)! The Heckler blow, and that's the part that's alarming you 'Cause if Nite (knight) didn't come here wit' heavy metal, then that bitch gon' lose a arm or (armor) two I'm on to you! They say Jey be livin' what he spit A mechanic who think he gon' win on the West Coast 'cause them (custom) niggas hold him down? Well, I'm 'bout to make an exhibit (Xzibit) out a bitch! See, this the shit that get me pissed You battle niggas that tough-act, y'all play it quite often 'Til pipes sparkin' Leg shot - BLAOW! Last time, it was Wolverine This time, I got Nite crawlin' (Nightcrawler) Y'all like talkin'! Me, I handle shit a different way Pistol play Yeah, all it takes is a brick to get yo' ass missin', Jey (J) They talkin' 'bout he Samoan, like that's gon' make it go a different way I'm finna put the Polynesian in a bag: I'm talkin' Chick-Fil-A! You think this shit for play!? How they had you winnin' it wit' your lame ass? Well, let me change that I'mma leave L.A. over the Wing: that's the Game tat' Yo' lame ass… You wanna be Dwayne Johnson so bad? Well, that date gon' come You keep comin' in here actin' like the Rock and I'm about to put your name on one! You stay frontin'! And your nerdy-ass fans be watchin' your battles like, "Jey buggin'" Straight puffins You a ventriloquist: do all that talkin' to say nothin' What's the gain from it? Light bars wit' a strong delivery Got these niggas thinkin' he potent I can see that he posted I don't see the devotion I can fry you, but I'd rather put him deep in the ocean 'Cause either way, when Wing done, you gon' see that he floatin' I got people in motion! We come straight to your block Bitch, I'm a Glock-dumper! Dome shot! Spray the cornrows: it's a crop duster I do not trust ya Your dirty ass prob'ly keep that 25 and be walkin' 'round here lookin' like you still broke You needed some real hope "Oh, Fonz let Ace get him off his square" So what, bitch? You the real joke That nigga tricked you into sparrin' before y'all battle You hopped in the ring and still choked I kill folks! Tell them niggas that when you run back You dumb wack! When it's over, they gon' call this shit a Scandal, this just facts 'Cause you was s'posed to carry (Kerry) Washington - that's 'til the gun clap Fun fact: everywhere I go I come strapped! Even over here I got a .45 on the West, Wing - now Trump that! Your bum ass, it's time I put you in your mothafuckin' place And slap that goofy grin right off your mothafuckin' face...bitch [Round 2: Jey The Nitewing] If they said this nigga got vet qualities, I can see what they mean Punches like Ave, built like Suge and got DNA teeth Anything else is a reach, I can explain if it isn't clear The buzz you got now I been had, it's a different year 2020, you graduatin', but ya education isn't finished here I can tell you're scared, since Fonz worth (Fonzworth) is an umbrella effect of bein' in the rear I can sense ya fear, knowin' I reign tyranny on any tier How's that pressure feel, in the heat of the moment, the King isn't so cavalier I'm sure you got mad reasons, to fight like this ya last season But ya city can't help you when those calves (Cavs) weaken Leg starts jumpin', heart beatin', all while gettin' that Ave treatment You talkin' to a vet now Yeah, fix ya shoulders, poke ya chest out He can't even hear me - he just thinkin' 'bout the first bar for his next round Scared to death Ya fight ain't wit me it's against the noise Performance comes off unconscious cuz of that inner voice Rookies vs. Vets 2, they'll give you Ave, 'cause you won't get a choice And you'll make the mistake people make with you, and then get destroyed Tryna go punch for punch wit' you, I got a different ploy 'Cause why bother when I can exploit every one of ya pressure points? You get the point? I could leave the door wide open again, but how does that shit help If the landlord's too bitch to even collect himself? Is this all you got? I really was hopin' not, but I can read ya face "This nigga Jey on his Game of Thrones shit again, but now it's lookin like season 8 I know this isn't finna end well but I'm too afraid to deviate Nah, just keep it together, I still got some Moana punches Then I'mma bump the shit out of him - yeah, he won't see it comin' And they think all I got is punches, but nah I got a few schemes today I'll relate him to LeBron James leavin' Cleveland, and how he took the easy way And I still got that bar about Jada Pinkett, that's a mean flip See, I'll be okay" This nigga Jey couldn't possibly, rebuttal every thing you say This shit OVER, pounds and hugs ass nigga I see what ya rounds are really made of Bumpin' the Nite just to win ain't nothin I should be afraid of You can't compete as a writer My bad, y'all really think he was fire? I'd say he sittin' right above Bando like a Katrina survivor Fun fact: he doesn't ACTUALLY write his bars, all up top And I don't think he's a liar 'Cause after hearin his shit, I wouldn't waste ink on em either Oi sole, faasamoa mai faamolemole Aua ke popole What doesn't get understood is still makin' statements That's why Jey is dangerous Knowin' I could bury ya, in any language What they was sayin'? My credit due, it's either that or you, I'm not takin' payments Give me every one of my flowers, or make arrangements Way I think the strangest Pardon me I know my thoughts can be at times a lil far from reach Ain't even spark the weed, but I still see what Moana sees That's why this calling for me is a lil puff beyond the reef What does all this mean? Bar for bar you know that you aren't unique So stop doin' all that motherfuckin' talkin', and talk to me MadKing [Round 2: Fonz] Ayo, with two weeks' prep, I doubt it could go off They say you'd prob'ly fuck around and choke I say, "Cool - long as he don't cough" In Ohio, the new law is you can't have more than ten people in one room So if L.A. got them same rules, then I'm like, "Damn that" 'Cause this drum wit' me got 100 in it, I'm talkin' jam-packed! My fam' asked, "Fonz, you sure you wanna go out of town? Los Angeles, where all this shit floatin' around? I know that you been holdin' it down" I said, "Hell yeah, a nigga tryna get that cheese" They say, "What if he got the Corona?" I'm like, "Nigga, please." I'm grippin' heat A bitch'll get the Corona with the twist - you know, the lemon squeeze This nigga's sweet Boy, I'll fuck around and beat on this man Put hands and feet on this man Smack, I know he Samoan, but ain't no way he finna eat off the Land But they say Jey different, and I ain't gon' lie, they kinda right But I'm the violent type So if y'all keep thinkin' that king cold (Nat King Cole), then I'mma turn this to a Silent Night Your rhymin' light! Your cadence good, but you lazy wit' the bars And amazing as you are, you gotta die! All 'cause Smack had to see Nite fall (nightfall) to realize he was gazin' at a star We all gotta play a part And you jabronis not knowin' your roles is how things happened People's Champ honor Roc(k) That don't resonate with me, it ain't valid I'm old-school, WWF Ooh yeah, they put the King in the ring with a straight Savage! I seen't you goin' back and forth wit' Shotgun Nigga, what you gon' do wit' this gauge action!? Tre clappin' Got shooters waitin' on the Wing: they Ray Allen! You stay actin' A Washington nigga who don't use gun bars, finna take Savage? It can't happen, 'cause shorty, I'm the one 'Cause we don't give a fuck about nothin' around Seattle unless the nigga talkin' 'bout a .40 and a drum Listen, shorty, I'm the one And yeah, I rap about poppin' birds So watch your words 'fore Glocks emerge Nigga, we on NOME, with Surf, Lux, Ill, Roc, and Verb! This a movie, but first we at the concession stand, and now I gotta box a Nerd! What part did you not observe!? Fonzie got a lot of niggas shook And Smack, you got Wing on the menu, nigga… (*Fonz unzips his tracksuit to reveal a chef's apron*) ...so it's only right that I show him how to cook Now we ain't goin' by the book Nigga, fuck that reckless shit 'Cause I'm finna wash Wing, so nigga, cut all of that extra shit Who you flexin' wit'!? The left is quick, I'll whip his ass As soon as I start the assault (salt) on Wing, his Mrs. Dash I grip and blast, my aim good It's a reason why I'm nice I been squeezin' all my life! I'm talkin' from long-range What I'm airin', eight (aerating) Wing You don't get this seasoned overnight! Smack, don't leave him wit' his life! It's gon' be some people mad at you But Jey gon' be aight - see, he did what he had to do They say Wing got thick skin Well, I'mma show him what a bat'll (batter) do! I had to shoot! We ain't eat off the plates! Them niggas ate in our face and left a lot of crumbs So I ain't got no problem leavin' him flat - we got a lot of drums! And we all know once Wing go in that bag, it's when the flowers (flour) come! YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE!? I'm seasoned wit' it! He swing, I'll slip it And wash Wing off the counter: I cleaned the kitchen! Beat him senseless Twin birds, heaters spittin' A pair'll shoot, through the roof: it's Peter Griffin Smack, to cook Wing, I ain't need the chicken I'm vegan wit' it Chrome revolver, heater spittin' I'll let the lemon pepper Wing: the finger lickin'! I came from Cleveland wit' it! To put this bitch in his mothafuckin' place And slap that goofy look right off yo' mothafuckin' face 2-0 Fuck nigga...my money [Round 3: Jey The Nitewing] All that for a drop a blood... Before I close up this class session You fought well, my nigga...so here's my gift to you: ya last lesson Entitlement If this go to the fans, you'd complain I got more than you We started off the same year The fans prolly wanted more from you You got bars? My nigga, so do I You from nowhere? Nigga, so am I Ya people doubted you? Well, so did mine Everything else is where we draw the line You've been falsifyin' the reason you not on my level, but it's all a lie It's not enough that you hungry I'll be the last thing you see with those starving eyes This is all design 2-minute rounds...now who you think advocated for that shit, my nigga? 2 minutes, that's less material that I have to remember I needed that since my mishap back in November And they thought Smack was pushin Ace but even that was me nigga This is madness, I became champion off the atrophy in ya After Ace, you was celebratin', kickin' back wit' ya niggas That was a huge mistake When a nigga like me stays up super late I mean, I push sleep to the point where I hallucinate Can barely keep my eyes open, already knowin that the room'll shake See, I choose my fate Fuck that 25! Way I see it, nigga, you the plate Entitlement! Written all on that stupid face, no matter how u do If I win, you allowed me to! Blamin' them is a coward move! That style you use got the machine behind you, now you're valuable But that life support is how I make sure that there ain't no punchin out for you How can you begin to say my side lighter than yours?! Battle any one of them niggas - on my life, you'd have lost Fonz! My nigga, you REALLY think I had an easier route, dog?! Felt like I was collectin' the Infinity Stones in this motherfucker... GRAAAAAHHH! And now I'm feelin' wild strong! Nigga, you dead weight, and I ain't ever miss a leg day Calves'll get burned Switch birds, then leave it under Fonz, like a big word Sick turn! (*shoom*) Real Sikh! It's all cap what he said I'm attacking his sub conscious, smackin him in the back of his- HeadSHOT! Whoo! But all this shuck and jive Leaves him like a deer in the headlights and he's unsurprised But guys, he from Ohio, so it would behoove him to maybe brush aside But oh, well, he'll be left on the road killed tryna interrupt my drive And that's how Fonz (fawns) gets left behind like Bambi after his mother died Oh my fuckin'... (*shoom*) Same shit that happens after any other nigga fuckin' dies! (*shoom*) See, I'm from a era where, niggas had to be on it Talkin' bout he the landlord - bitch, you about to be homeless (*shoom*) Stupid nigga! It's common sense! I'll have this bitch nigga cryin', when I line his shit Female dog: da Fonz (defines) a bitch! Whip the pot! That Crocker shit! What you gon' do when I get brolic, bitch?...Mack 10! (*shoom*) Meanin no matter who bangin, I'll still leave ya crew hangin'- (*shoom*) Like a bad friend! (*shoom*) Throwin' cigarettes to the work release- (*shoom*) Every bar the smoke packed in! So when you see me wit' that- (*shoom*) GLOCK .9! (*shoom, shoom, shoom*) ...I'M STRAPPED IN! I'LL CLAP YOU IN A COMA! MADNESS! I COULD SNAP AT ANY MOMENT! His hat'll melt! He tried puttin' on that apron, thinkin' that'll help! Translation...bitch, slap yaself! Nigga, doubt me NOW!! It ain't no way you can match it! Half-Black, half-Samoan! Vibranium savage! I'll slide up on a nigga! Keep thinkin I'm lackin'! Touch me and I'll beat EVERY ONE OF Y'ALL ASSES! Ultimate Madness! And I have been..the MadKing [Round 3: Fonz] I see y'all puttin' 25 in my face, and thinkin' that I'm not gon' take it When the nigga that's in front of me so goddamn basic What he do? "King", and look at the screen, and make some goofy goddamn faces You take too long to go to work, but I get it, akh, you patient (occupation) The banger spray A buck-fifty'll change his face I'll put a Hawk(e) on the side of Washington: it's Training Day! We came to play The machete the choice weapons One swipe leave a moist section Then the rest goin' all to yo' (audio) left: it's a voice message Your boy flexin', but you gon' need people to save you Aye, Saga, watch how fast the mournin' (mornin') start once Wing get clipped in the City of Angels! Bitch, you better be thankful that I ain't come in here and sleep yo' ass You told Lu wild he'll get (*smack-smack-smack*) luau'd And the judges let you creep right past Well, I ain't nothin' like that nigga Lu - I'll beat yo' ass! The Glock is tight! My hands good and my boxing nice So keep thinkin' I ain't on it wit' this bitch and y'all gon' see a (k)not to Nite (tonight) You'll get jumped Fucked up by my niggas and get slumped Have him in a coma The hospital like Alaska: they got Nite (night) over there for six months! Bitch, WHAT!? He gon' say all I do is punch Nigga, stop it And if all I do is punch, then, nigga, block it! I give him options Ain't shit niggas can do wit' me! I damage opps! Cannon pop! It don't matter what the King author (Arthur) They put Nite (knight) in front of a nigga who punches lands a lot (Lancelot)! Hammer cocked! But I ain't gotta put the heat on this nigga I'll fuck him up, it's gon' look like he got jumped after we beat on this nigga Yeah, the way I'll leave ya, Nite, it's (Leonidas) gon' look like you got stomped by 300 niggas Yeah, we on it wit' ya I was hopin' he act out! MAC out - you don't wanna go that route 'Cause if I spaz, they gon' have a hard time piecin' Nite (night) together after I black out! But you a recoverin' alcoholic, right? So you know what that's 'bout Get drunk 'til you pass out Yeah...bogus as fuck And you a ho-ass nigga - that's the reason why I'm foldin' you up My soldiers'll dump And Smack, I know what's up You put a drunk nigga on Caffeine 'cause you was hopin' that he sober up You gave me a drunk-ass unc'!? Jey, you gettin' DUIs? That's reckless move I'm reckless, too Vehicular homicide - put the Jag' on King face: it's Tekken 2 Flex on who!? I done seen't the ho in niggas Put holes in niggas I put Cleveland on my back and ain't fold, my nigga So don't come here and ask me what Fonz worth (Fonzworth), when I done really opened do's for niggas I told you niggas It's time I put him in his mothafuckin' place And slapped that goofy look right off his mothafuckin' face Gimme my money...please