John John Da Don vs. JC

Round 1

John John Da Don

Remember Summer Madness 3 lil nigga? That was ya big chance

It’s kinda ironic how you made it to the big dance

But I been killin’ you Detroit niggas, why switch plans?

In other words, I stretch the glove out, I got big hands!

You could ask ya city about me, nigga they know

I’m The Truth like Paul Pierce, what you think I keep this trey for?

They’ll find this nigga buried six feet in that grave flow

To show ya’ll that I don’t gotta be Diddy to leave J Lo

As for all my haters, time to teach ya’ll how to love me

When I pull up, he gon’ die per squeeze just like them Huggies

It’s a wrap, imma put this lil nigga to sleep without a snuggie

Arms goin’ around his head, I’m tryin’ to teach him how to dougie

Imma black until the crowd yell, ‘Ohhh!’ does that disturb you?

My guess is you don’t know ya colors well, so let me…[unclear]…you

If my gun got a infared and I keep my finger on the trigger ‘til it turn blue

That means it’s gon’ get ultraviolet per pull

You squirt tools? Is this some kind of sick joke?

A dancer that kills people? Get a load of this folks

It has to be breakfast if this kid every gripped toast

Cause the only time we ever seen him pop was for Chris Stokes

And that video made you gay and that’s a fact

Especially about how ya life became after that

Cause according to Chris Stokes you got a platinum plaque

For spittin’ on the mic and you ain’t even have to Rap

You let him be ya mack Daddy, supplying you with lip-gloss

I would’ve got my Daddy’s mac and made him jump like it’s tip off

Wait a minute, that’s ‘Mack, Daddy’ ‘Daddy, Mack’ you see the flip dawg?

That’s why you backwards now for the lines you let Kriss Kross

Don’t you know how much that shit reflected on ya hometown?

Cause now you need the Motor City to get back on the road now

Cause that transmission failed, meaning everybody know now

You got sugar in ya tank and that’s why Pontiac broke down

Good luck to you winning on the road, J

And don’t blame this New York crowd, that shit is so gay

Remember, I was there when Red bodied you at home, J

So you should try to get Jersey back because of O, J

No way I would ever lose to JC

It’s just way too many ways for me to flip JC

Like I could shoot 20 for 20, the perfect J, see?

Get it? 20/20 so eye can help J see

You see my lines got lines on the low, that’s an underscore

My four sees him so win the Spring Break

I bet son will Fall

I gotta hold it like a rope, I never seen this kinda gun before

But when I pull, the shit pull me back, we be playing tug-of-war

Ain’t we cool? What the fuck you acting hot for?

You still proving ya ground, what the fuck I need ya spot for?

First round, BARS, but what the fuck should I stop for?

Just wait ‘til ya’ll hear my second round, cause I got more

JC

Alright look, I didn’t like his round and I know ya’ll didn’t either

But it’s hopeless John, see tonight I need you to get focused John

I had violence on my mind when I wrote this, John

Leave all of ya men Holy, I will poke this John

But no, see you’re the most debatable battle rapper we got

You’ve tied with everybody even the battles you win

They go back and find out you stole a rhyme from everybody!

But I mean, I asked Smack for a dope bout and he found John

And you suppose to be on Summer Madness twice huh?

Syah must be a proud Mom

See the problem is you right here with a nigga light years ahead of you

Ain’t been on Smack all year

But still end up being that nigga you steppin’ to

See freckles, you level two, I created my own lane John

You one of them same Johns, starting with that name

Ain’t Hollow the same Don?

But I know ya’ll heard that, right?

I don’t gotta name drop I could win a round myself

But damn it’s clear you shouldn’t be standing here

Nigga you Bow Wow help

Nigga you bitched to get on Summer Madness 2

I never seen a nigga sell they pride

I ride by throwing bullets from a Bronco, I Elway John

Stop the madness, I know how to get his block reaction

Show up with that shit you gotta call

You gotta hold it like a laundry basket

That shit’ll blow the roof off this bitch like a good party

The Bullets look like I’m shooting Sharpies

John, JC a dancer but do he hold a Tech? No

That’s yo call for respect

If I had to sent a shot at John

It would have been a hole they put a finger to check the pulse on his neck

It would’ve been a follow up shot, the Target, his chest

Bang… Bang… That bitch got a Demarco effect

You wanna know why niggas don’t take you serious when you talk with this voice?

That’s cause you went on Freestyle Friday and multiple choiced…and got WASHED!

That nigga used you for a welcome mat

And you kept repeating the multiple-choice shit, what’s up with that?

See you thought we liked it cause we was cool with a couple cats

But the problem with you is we always hear lines back

And even Bron know you can’t cover that

See John I let you have that torch last year

And I’m sure they grieved with it ‘til it burned out

But you mad I made it, that was just navigation

I showed you when yo turn was, John you wildin’ nigga

If you need help writing, dial a nigga

You did not have to take whole rounds from niggas

But then he get mad at you mutha fuckas and swear ya’ll quick to hate

Well get it straight, ain’t no more respect for you

We done gave it to the niggas you imitate

See these niggas acting like I can’t leave the kin folk smoking

I smack his glasses off, shots at the car, either way I flip that Focus

Bitch get focused, battling? That shit’s so hopeless

I ride through, drive through, he get bucks soon as the window’s open

Yo turn nigga

Round 2

John John Da Don

See when I battled QP in Chicago I was breaking him in

Shoutout to all the fans that all found a way to attend

But I said a scheme that pissed Detroit off, I wasn’t playin’ with them

And since Smack ain’t drop that footage, imma say it again

Nigga I’m from New York, overall Detroit can’t beat us

The Lions ain’t fuckin’ with the Giants or the Jets either

The Yankees will kill the Tigers, the Knicks will kill the Pistons

And if they battled up in heaven Biggie’s giving Proof the business

Now even though Proof is up there in heaven, I know he spit hell

But he would lose to our New York legends, you want a list? Well…

Christopher Rios would Punish him, I know that wouldn’t sit well

And we all know Lamont Coleman would really give ‘em a Big L

Nigga you from Yak Town, me? I’m from D-Block

You think ya city fuckin’ with my city? Well I think not

I tell my niggas open bar, that means they all taking free shots

And put the Yak away forever like they been Detoxed

With guns that’ll turn ya whole street to a rest stop

It’s so big I gotta put the trigger in a headlock

The kickback will turn a leg shot into a headshot

And give these pussies toys that didn’t come from a sex shop

Don’t get it twisted, these toys ain’t for play

And if this nigga think I’m just kidding I’ll send J, K’s

You pick a target, I pick a target, and we can spray J

But this beam will make sure I hit it first with that Ray, J

Make way, ya’ll niggas gay if ya’ll think J the shit

Cause I do not believe in JC, I’m an Atheist

I’m like fuck fighting cause I would rather start blazing shit

I’m usually a swinger but I will give J the Smith

I ain’t gon’ lie, to prepare for this man was hard, I had to watch a lot of…

Americans Best Dance Crew and a little Dancing with Stars

But what I’m not gon’ do is get up here and spit a bunch of dancing bars

But what I am gonna do is get up here and try to actually dance with bars

Like, ‘What’s poppin’ JC?’ Nah, nah for real, ‘What’s shaking?’

Ah ah ah, you think shit wavy? ‘Til ya bones start breakin’

I’ll put ‘em in a box where his heart won’t pump again

And shut him down he gon’ need the hand of God to lift ‘em up again

Since Hip Hop done found another rapper who could dance

Sorry you can’t touch this

And I don’t mean your favorite music jam

But this 357’s ain’t no backup dancers

So don’t confuse the affairs, so if I wanted this MC Hammered

This pair will shoot ya pants

My crew got hands but we shooting cans

Fuck the hassle, bukkaki style I’ll have 40 nigga bustin’ at you

With 40 nines like Patrick Willis tried to rush or sack you

Or 40 K’s like they trying to get Lux to battle

So ain’t we cool? What the fuck you acting hot for?

You still proving grounds, what the fuck I need your spot for?

Second round, jokes, but don’t worry cause I got more

JC

I didn’t like yo last round, I’m sure they didn’t either

Nah, this a cartoon game and you trying to play with me

Basically, I just been waiting patiently

But not only do you clone shit, when you say yo own shit

That’s make believe, bitch stop poutin’

I’m top scouted, the one every agencies agents see

This can’t be me against you, I was gon’ let you live

Cause honestly you just alright

But how I’m the nigga you gon devour

When yo whole last round was solar powered? It went off light

Nigga you had Hitman and damn near lost the whole battle in the first round

You thought that move was legit?

Honestly we ain’t even see you lose

Until you brought baby Wesson’s for niggas juniors and shit

You movin’ like this? Well that’s probably why I’m so hard to hit, John

To me you just a battling starter kit, John

I was in a call formation when I got confirmation

That you was dying, but this gon’ hurt his chance

You see, I’m strapped like Urkel’s pants

And pull both strap like when Urkel dance

This shit so worthless but so perfect cause he been a joke

Already been exposed on how he clone verses, on purpose

But his bitch gave me the drop B

His pigeon told me something I do not need to make John bleed

He pussy, twats bleed, you don’t even gotta put a hand on this nigga

And NO! We do not believe

You getting rich off this bullshit you scamming on Twitter

You scamming my guy? Don’t even answer that

I don’t wanna give you a chance to stand here and lie

But I need you to pay attention

Understand the guy you standing beside

I stand for my pride, we grab hammers and ride

At any instance semi’s spitting push rams to the side

You flash gats, I flash back more than Family Guy

But the difference is I don’t just let that cannon flash

I shoot like my handles bad and flip bodies hammock fast

Johnny said, ‘Okay, I was suppose to be booked for Summer Madness

This dude swagging’

Newsflash I watched you two years before I started, you slackin’

Bitch I spray cans like cheap tanning

I’m ahead of you on the league standings

And run through all you niggas with weeks planning

So tell this nigga keep standing

And the chest shot gon’ put his back on the ground while his feet planted

The I hit his hood, artillery, that stock hold 50, big ass cannon

The other one dirty, now I got Chicago with me

What you need to understand is I’m better than you, on every level

You’ll say something like

‘The chopper will knock him 3 Doors Down, that’s that heavy metal’

See I was ready to battle when I got off that same flight

Meaning I land in gear to take off and air lines

The moment you got in plain sight

Yo turn

Round 3

John John Da Don

I been accused as a theft, right? So why not get my steal on

Haters just hoping I fall off, but I’m still on

The next nigga bring it up, the next nigga imma steal on

Something like RoboCop, I can’t move without that steel on

But I’m still drawing cause the barrel on my steel long

Or even when it got a sawed-off and it’s still on

Shots through his pregnant wife’s stomach, she’ll have a still born

That pump will push the baby out for her so that’s steel born

So they say all John John do is steal, right?

Instead of prove the wrong, they can feel like they still right

I still might feel like letting steel spit

So it won’t be bars next time they say I steal shit

You see I listen to the critics, they made me chill on the humble

I left that multiple choice alone but niggas still find a feel to rebuttal

So I’m back making Scan trons out of nigga

Soon as I peel off the buckle don’t matter which answer he choose

I still fill in his bubble

Like A) Holy Temple, send that nigga to chuch

Or B) that Hulk Hogan, it’s gon’ rip through his shirt

Or C) wait, this scheme is old, but when I spit it it hurts

Let’s see what happens if I flip and spit the shit in reverse

Like, D) start from his feet but I just wanna hit his toe

Or C) go for the knees so he ain’t got nowhere to go

Or B) give ‘em the mag ‘til I make it centerfold

Or A) start from the face and shoot everything below

You still trying to be top tier? I’m a vet now

I’m 6’4” you 5’4” this is more than just a step down

But let’s put the bars away cause he dead and this battle’s over

Now it’s time to talk about the impact

I’ve ben making on this battle culture

See when I battled Hitman they said he was on a losing streak

And it was gon’ be over for his career if he lose to me

Which was true indeed cause I was fresh off the Proving Grounds

He tried to show me how to control the room

I showed that nigga how to move a crowd

Then when I battled K-Shine, that crowd did me greasy

Cause Bow Wow came to his first URL event just to see me

Hooked up with Smack, got to being shown on 106 weekly

So I’m the fuckin’ reason why URL was on TV

And Math ain’t beat me, I mean he’s a vet, but boring

And me going light make him look like he had the best performance

So add that up, my resume cannot equal yours

If you ain’t put two and two together, what we equal for?

X-Factor just took a loss to Goodz that was scarring him

And he knew he couldn’t let another sweater pull his card again

With that being said, if you want a Hitman then Holla ‘Bars’ again

Do the Math I’ve been X-Factor’d to help K-Shine be a star again

You see the statement that I’m making tonight?

You just a dancer nigga, moonwalk ya way to the light

So please don’t say the John if you ain’t sayin’ it twice

And if you don’t add Da Don you ain’t sayin’ it right

JC

I was just telling Twitter they could get rich real quick

If they send me all they money

How that sound to you?

Probably the same way it sound to dudes you make this promise to

You know how humble I had to be to stomach myself

And watch him cry on Twitter

And not just say, ‘Shut the fuck up’ myself?

Let me break it down to you like this

Notice these niggas, they get pissed every time you quoting these niggas

Then you go bitch about it on Twitter like you wrote for these niggas

Bitch we watched you on Twitter and Grindtime

You a joke to these niggas

But me, I’m some troublesome shit

With these niggas I’m comfortable with

Fun from the hip, running through shit

This bout, not fun! Fun stop, guns pop, drop son

I’m with them same cats that shoot and bang flags like prop guns

Now John… you could be the first down from an offensive…

Nah… that’s too John John like, I wouldn’t bother with it

Instead, I hit his top with biscuits

And squeeze on a Don like I’m washing dishes

This lame say he ready? And it’s game day

Everybody say I been battling bums and Smack gave me John John

So now I feel the same way

I kill niggas like you so often, I run to ya crib, toast sparkin’

Face covered like the coach talkin’

You fake hoes make those stares, ain’t no care

I bang toast that’ll make yo crib look like they shot Django there

I’ve accepted that you not respected

But I’m way sicker than the doc expected

And ain’t shit sweet and tonight you gon’ die, I bet it

Lying seconds from this casket, his core missing

I grab the mag, let it pop, won’t even hesitate to give ‘em a second shot

I’m forgiving, but be honest, dying is the only given option

Because you shoe to gain trouble

Now you gotta die in the round, clear, let’s get it poppin

I thought about paying John a visit, bring them techs in, scare him

But shit ya’ll ain’t built for contact, nigga yo best friend wear ‘em

Who the fuck gave these niggas the authorization to play ball?

That’s what get’s shit sent to his top, my clique raw

Chris Paul, I still assist with the shots

Every time I hear yo punch line effort I’m surrounded by laughter, nigga

Cause every time I break you down bar for bar

I pull out like seven different rappers, nigga

See they shocked off this body, this like a fight with Blanka

They can’t sleep on me, but refuse to lose sleep on you

We two different types of monsters

See you could steal a name and bars, real niggas don’t need no help

But you walk around like you was the only Don

You should be ashamed of yourself

These niggas don’t mind saying Da Don and even saying it twice

But when they don’t add Da Don it’s cause they saying it right

Yo turn, oh, it’s over, I beat him