Round 1
B Magic
Ill Will, the 106 & Park man
Slash the regular trash 106 & Park nigga
Magic’s ya killer with this 32
Imma star sinner so if it’s beef is a wrap like a tortilla
Midget with an attitude I got a short temper
Either you get jaw bender or I paw print ya
You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler or get the metal round Will like a coffinger
I’m from the hood, you call it the Slum Slum
But never been that broke to dump guns for hun buns
But for the [unclear] niggas where I come from niggas will choke you up for them jewels you better run son
It’s too late to pack them up once I plug Will
You doubt that?
Let’s see if this pussy nigga about that
Take dawg out for this shit, that’s a house pet
Send bad niggas in ya crib that’s a houseguest
[crowd noise]…if feeling out some kind of trouble, all of this aggression, I assume that your not a punk
D.C. sniper shit
Got lil’ niggas poppin’ trunks, hit the switch and lift Will up with this hydraulic pump
[crowd noise]…if I give him 8 bet his chin will break
[unclear]…that’s a triple play
You choke against The Rock, SMACK who is this nigga?
Triple H, nigga prey
Or you can get your whole cap Crystal Lake
Whoever helped write for Will help him write his will
You like for real
Why?
You the nigga that bore me, I turn around and let it fly on any nigga that saw me
Shawn Carter with this glock, I’m still spittin’ at 40
In the car you fucked…[unclear]
Suck a dick
You got these people thinking you’re fuckin’ sick, I guess you on some other shit
40 got a rubber grip
I pillowcases all over his face, imma smother shit
Real nigga, I got leaders that’ll follow you
You’ll wake up buried in a box like Gothika
Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers
I’m a star with this blue flag like Somalia
I will body ya and another hater
[crowd noise] pull off in the peanut butter…[unclear]
I send him to his maker
Magic even hit the neighbors just to get my point across like the ending of a prayer
Hit em with the fifth, get it if you trip
Book Will like there’s unpaid tickets on the whip
Like it’s unpaid tickets on the whip
I’m ridiculous with this shit
Magic like the 9 spit
Give Will the chrome and I ain’t tryna get my ride pimped
See some niggas don’t know it’s drama till the gun fire
I just call it how I see it, I’m the umpire
I’m in ya hood nigga hoping that I run by ya
And Pontiac with the 5th like I’m a drunk driver
Big dusty ass nigga
Tell him calm down before I bomb that nigga
Another conceited reject I got a palm
That nigga slow it down, you speed it up, we got a Cognac nigga
I say pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture
The tall can open up with that 5th liquor
I got my killer I don’t play by the shells…[unclear]
Like Saved By The Bell
Ill Will
Shut yo punch line bitch ass up
I mean we all like punch lines but it ain’t that often we need that shit
That’s why niggas want you to go battle Lil Mamma, I mean Conceited, shit
But it’s Ill Will in this bitch, listen here
When I run up on Magic I got something that’ll make him disappear
Ya’ll ain’t feeling that?
That wasn’t hot shit?
Then why the fuck was ya’ll gassin’ to Don Demarco and Roc shit?
He another Kerr
I’m sick as fuck, he bitchin’ up
I run upon him and his mans with that pistol tucked like give it up!
Is you just talkin’ that dope or is you holdin’ that brick or what?
When that steel blow that’s a double deal though, both of you bitches fall
They say Ill, when you see Magic you gotta do him rough
I say man, he gon’ catch all these clips like a movie buff
When the Yak nigga ask you what’s the problem, do not answer
You can catch all these cigs till you got cancer
Big things shootin’ out big dummies like Lamont Sanford
Fella please, quit tellin’ these people you committin’ felonies and you hella deep
You just talk about that war, you Tel Aviv
I hit this big bitch with that big can like Della Reese
Now bring it back cause he say he the big dawg but he hardly bite
He talk gun bussin’ but he hardly fight, but my army strike
So when that black thing stu-stu stutter it ain’t the boxer tryna hail a cab on a Harlem night
Somebody spittin’ that dope bring that spoon here
Comfortable anywhere keep them goons near
Went from PG to BET to Summer Madness 3
What are these top tiers doing here?
It’s ironic cause it’s wintertime but I’m just heatin’ up since June’s here
Attackin’ with the mack
Once I blast him it’s a wrap
3 shots will get betrayed like I stabbed him in the back
Magic ain’t dumpin’ no fuckin’ heat, he a fuckin’ geek
He got ya’ll so fooled till I run in the crib with that bird he won’t come out the room like Uncle Pete
But as far as these niggas, they incredible
No, they not incredible
They got an incredible trait to be incredibly fake
But my credibility alone let’s you niggas know my credit is great
Fuck it, let’s really go punch-for-punch, we can make it go viral
I will bring pain to your idol
I ain’t like none of you niggas, I’m just takin’ yo title
He ain’t slingin’ shit
Last time we seen Magic with a bird was game 7 of the ’84 finals
But me and my niggas, connected like Italians
So let this newby know
I had that thing pointing at his head like Coolio
Knock out his brains like the tooly though
They’ll see Magic everywhere
They won’t know if it’s a crime scene or a David Blaine studio
You think I give a fuck who he hang with?
Or question do he spray clips
I watched the fat faggot nigga son you in the Lou
Yo movement ain’t shit
Ya’ll a bunch of crime fighters on bowel movements
Ya’ll on some super gay shit
But as far as my niggas we’ll make a mess with this shit
I tell them clean it up, the disinfectin’ shit
I don’t respect ya clique
Me and my niggas vestin’ shit
Still crawlin’ through rice fields that’ll send bullets encryption like hidden messengers
I thought I was gon’ choke nigga
What you do to a nigga that punch line? Rope-a-dope nigga
Round 2
B Magic
You the nigga that be talkin’…[crowd noise]
No DNA against…[crowd noise]
I pull out that Christopher Wallace that’s a Big Poppa
My crew see Christian in these marks that’s stigmata
You bridge dollar, ;et’s choke if you aint gettin well
You buying that Ill shit? Magic got a sickle cell
You entering into The Hunger Games you can get a shell
I’m riding with that fire on me like District 12
Either the Stairway To Heaven or I give them hell
Cause if I gotta give em…[crowd noise]
I’m from the muthafuckin’ Lou, you must of slipped and fell
I’m different in that black mask like Christian Bale
Fuck that, let’s get gangsta
You’ll see me in Pontiac like a disc changer
I beat the nigga that beat you, don’t forget stranger
You couldn’t get over that Roc, that’s a cliffhanger
Let’s spit some bars
If he rollin’ with a Cal he probably X Factor cousin
But if my cape flap and dumpin, his chest back and stomach
I’m rolling with the Cowell like the X Factor judges
Bring it on
Magic keep a strap up in my palm bring it
Pour acid on ya’ll…[unclear]
Carlton Banks I get the snappin’ with these arm swingin’
See ya’ll region, my sick flow is clever real niggas
All my gangster’s in them six O’s will tell ya…[unclear]
The clips long as ever call it…[unclear]…them shits go together
[unclear]…You a fag ya
Send a G to ya address, he ain’t catch that
G2 GTO
You better dash black
I get the Vibe you got some firebirds get his Aztec
You know somethin’ I never heard? Wilder beast
[unclear]…better shield ya top like a Raiders hat nigga
You in the danger zone, face the facts
This AR Kansas with a razor back
Your last battle, the definition of what sloppy is
The nigga with the iron forearms aint Bobby did
Was trained with a Tommy Gun on some Rocky shit
Will son, you better split like the Karate Kid
I’m cold nigga, name one nigga who spit it better
Why they callin’ me the best? You gon’ see tonight
I run in office shit, Condoleezza Rice
I let him talk to an angel like a Preacher’s wife
You too weak to write
And ya freestyle is off Ill, I poppin’ the clip and he got the flippin’ when it caught Will
Got the flippin, caught Will, I’m showing ya’ll what a line meant without a…[unclear]…Will
See I’m a spitter, you a rapper, there’s a difference nigga
Freestyle cause they sound better than ya writtens nigga
Forget it nigga, you gon’ die here alone I kill this nigga and I ain’t talkin Nasir Jones
Bars, Kelis, Nas I’m too sick
I will lay this nigga out flat like a new fit
You trash nigga I bag niggas
I don’t give a fuck if you mad nigga, I Glad niggas
Ill Will
I’m about to kill shit, right on stage
You took Ill Carlton line and he right on stage
What the fuck?
But they say Ill the bullet
I mean that’s how it could be
But if you do somethin’ a nigga disrespect you off stage you gotta do somethin’
That’s how it should be
But if he disrespect me I might stay see cause at least you know if I catch you rollin’ with Slim you get that ass clapped, that’s how it would be
Now ya’ll think I’m just rambling on, but I’m tellin’ ya’ll how it could go
But I said Mike, Stacey, Alicia, Roland and Slim that’s The Wood hoe
What the fuck I’m supposed to be happy you reached out?
I ain’t got no heart nigga
Ask Huggins I already did push-ups on yo arch nigga
My bars is on hail B
What the fuck is a nigga that’s sorry gon’ tell me?
Young Gunz shootin’ with them old rockets, that’s Mario Elie
We lost too many niggas this year, we mad stressed
Money wasn’t even the issue, we didn’t have less so we make that bag stretch
Let Magic trip, we don’t have step
Come to his crib with that .223, .45, Mack-11, AK47
In other words we put so many numbers on his house we gave him a new address
[crowd noise]..put this faggot in the past
I told my young dawg pack a deck of cards, a wine and a rabbit
Translation put Magic in a bag
I see him with his chick, smack her on her ass like who fucking this bitch?
Put ya Doggs in a Pound for Snoopin’, Daz, Kurupt in this bitch
So many shots through the stomach feel like he threw up in this bitch
nigga, that’s a rush to him it’s like we on shrooms
Nigga we grew up in this shit
SMACK tell me I’m from the Iac down the street from Joe Louis
I’m that killer masked up behind them lions, I’m Ray Lewis
We can take it back to yo hometown in St. Louis with heavy shooters
And you still gon’ down on your encore, you Reggie Lewis
You nobody till somebody kill you, that’s what Biggie taught
Think you can outrun these shells? That’s what Ricky thought
You figured you was a Renegade
When the facts is when you in the danger zone you ain’t a killer, that’s what Mickey thought
I’m passed real, ya’ll give these fans that fan feel
Go against my grain you gon’ need more than the Advil
I blast steel
That thing lift him higher than Adolf Hitler’s gas bill
So what you gonna do? No pun intended
Gun extended if he act nigga
Another fake trap nigga
You only known in the Lou cause you rap nigga
But man me, that’s push-ups under a Grand Prix, I got Pontiac on my back nigga
I feel niggas hatin’ but fuck it I’m…[unclear]…degree
I bet for a Wiki Leaks like a Government secret
And you look like yo pussy stank
Fuck it, I’m actin’ rude tonight
I feel like I got somethin’ to prove tonight
SMACK I ain’t sign no contract, so it ain’t no rules tonight
I’m devoted to this
So if I get that reason to pull that tool tonight, he’ll leave Earth, Wind & Fire, that’s how I groove tonight
Round 3
B Magic
Ill Will B Magic my nigga that’s a knee slapper
Call me Lebron Favre, nigga that’s a Heat packer
We rappers ain’t ever gon’ win this way
See Will’s skill gon’ have to be Independence Day
Listen, Wale, Mill, throwing them…[unclear]…Ross…[unclear]
Come to the battle talkin’ you leave with ya jaw broken
See I’m black drawn from the…[unclear]…called the Hulk Hogan
[unclear]…clip her a crack head like Lamar Odom
I say let’s keep it real
[unclear]…have you crackin’ up, that’s real talk
You nothing more than tired
I wish he would…[unclear]
Just know you picked the right nigga on the wrong day
If I say you lost just give me that ‘I know’ face
Still run in when I slide through your home base
You need a bullet? I got what you want like Nicole Ray
House party, load up and we ride up in…[unclear]
Fuck Yak, I’m more of a Henny with a Rose
[unclear]…not big enough for a killer, I’m OJ
A team of real niggas look at ya’ll awkward
Reach in to get the crossover like Lamar Crawford
[crowd noise]…Roll up and hit the killer tree like I’m Paul Walker
King Arthur sing nice at that round table
[crowd noise]…He freestylin’ make that wack shit sound elite
But I give him the blues if wheeled down to me
Let’s play cuz
Lookin’ for him, Tommy Fat nigga
You frownin’ I’m just clownin’ when I palm the Mac Miller
Come at me and get washed, laundromat nigga
Get a G8 especially a Pontiac figga
Nigga for sure you gonna get beat proper
Can you imagine…[unclear]…a bitch chest like a fleet collar
You get the grade done fresh like a beat boxer
With 30 bullets across ya chest like Rasheed Wallace
Let’s get it poppin’
Let’s get this shit on the move cause it’s true that these rappin’ ass niggas is on the loose Freddy Crue…[unclear]
I’m a fool
You gon’ get that 3 8 ball
Pull a nigga up off yo whip like GTA IV…[unclear]
Swing iron and give a nigga from PGA Tour…[crowd noise]
Do I have to grab a pump and air Will? Or just pop the trunk
Cause I ain’t tryna spare wheel
Keep it square filled…[crowd noise]
Ill Will
You was reppin’ street status on ya rookie shit
You still are?
Oh ok, I was just making sure cause I thought O&B was G why N, that’s pussy shit
OBGYN that’s pussy shit
But I don’t really like doing that style
Cause all ya’ll niggas suck dick just swallowing that
Get all ya’ll niggas… See you was following that
I heard Magic tryna see me
I say ya’ll wanna be Ill you cant figure out how to beat me, figure out how to be me
Now I gotta expose Magic on cam like Morgan Freeman on Now You See Me
Watch me control the room, ferocious goon
Kill him dead, bury him open tomb, hold it to em, bloe it through em
If I put this dipshit on my hitlist I can get Magic taken out of the game quicker than Earvin Johnson with an open wound
Grab the SMACK check
Niggas actin’ like Magic taking back steps
Ya’ll must of thought I was lyin’ when I said the Yak next
I mean, yeah you Magic but more like Penny Hardaway after Shaq left
I mean what’s good Magic?
It’s action-packed in my hood Magic
Since this war locked I studied ya craft witches how I understood Magic
They think I won’t come to his house?
Well ok then
I be outside smokin’ a cig in the AM
Soon as he cracked the door I flip Magic with that cig in the AM
Hold up
That’s magic how I just did Magic cause if you flip Magic with that cig in the AM
I’m the one…[crowd noise]…like a bum at a gas station
Heart froze once my arm fold him in a
Two piece and a upper-cut got inside him like Lamar Odom in a cypher
I don’t feel shit from this nigga
Calling me the underdog will only bring the pit outta this nigga
I will cock back smack the bitch out this nigga
Hit em with a God Damn, followed by dawg, he just beat the shit outta this nigga
You on ya Top 5 shit? Not now bitch
Ya’ll call him a big dog I say he on his Chihuahua shit
I will put Magic in a box look at his Moms like “ah ha Bitch”
And if she start cryin’ to lighten the mood I split Magic in two like Viola bitch!
You might of put DNA on the curb but Will can adapt to that
Somersaulting’ cause I’m back flippin’ on stage like an acrobat
Is you mad nigga?
Well I’m glad nigga
Cause I can’t stand the bitch
My Jamaican nigga hit me up mad as shit
He said “Ill, Magic didn’t call me for the Tay Roc battle, but fuck it we good, as long as you bring B Magic back to the Iac (Pontiac) so I can get him drunk in the hood”
He said bring him that lion’s den
I said define it then
Pull out the Tech N9ne out that Arsonal and then Lux gon be good
But just make sure you give me a few dollars and get my bread right
Cause once that Clips and that AK it’s Tay Tay…[crowd noise]
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