[Round 1: Ness Lee]

Is you the only nigga from Philly who face can't grow hair?

40 years later, shit ain't there: so weird

There's just a blank space on your face that says 'Grow here'

And I finally get to see that shit in person, yep nowhere

I gotta apologize for all the times we played you

But for a plate ay, we'll all walk for cheesecake too

And respect for not ducking this fade, he came through

But for the record I'ma scream on 'em, DJ Clue

I'm responsible for breaking artists, DJBooth

Chop 'em, lean 'em, slow 'em down, wow, DJ Screw

I put a blade halfway in your fade, I be the reason that tip stuck in your head yeah, DJ Toomp

What you know about that?

When I rock Ness cap he'll keep that beat-down low, 'cause his top let back

He a lame I don't see a thang he may do

You squeezing a two-two you better plié through

Or I send bucks to the male like a rebater, three-eight'll get this boy banned, teenage group

You need Jesus and if these wet ya' back you gon' need Jesus

My heart darker than when they freeze-frame you

And if he raise his voice and speak aim the auto and correct his tune like the VSTs T-Pain use

You see I dumbed my style down to fit wit' what's out now but how 'bout I found out a level he can't do?

I ran down his background and I found it sits

Between the sink and the stove, that's counterfeit

This packed house is his to tap out or quit

I've invited you to a duel, is that why you act challenged? Quick

Ten paces, turn back 'round and spit

I wrote on a book on this nigga, ain't that 'bout a bitch?

They say back in your town you break halves down to flip

You did make The Band 'do, I guess your trap house legit

You get spaghetti in Philly like Stackhouse's kicks

You'll back out the fifth, the bouncers patted you down though, snap out of it

It's like you can't remember your lines in a scene with Stacy Dash, you better learn how to act 'round this bitch

That's too advanced, I'll slow it down to your style of shit

You be on stage bouncing, dancing all around the shit

Wit' no bars but everybody like the sound of it

Young bulls be like 'old head talented'

What if I stepped a level up and punched with these pounds?

And show him how he should do it, all three rounds

You look like you off the glass that's a rebound

Is it good? I said 'Nah son Steve Stoute' slow it down

I said I put Nas on, Steve Stoute

It's in my DNA to knock this nigga's teeth out

Since you be dancing everywhere, I clip the 'matic to the flair

You gon' be dabbing in the air like Dee Brown

[Round 1: E Ness]

Now whoever think Ness Lee can best me

They better chill, have a tall glass of Nestea

'Cause I'm the one, he's the clone, nigga Jet Li

This nigga couldn't catch a wave on a jet ski

You gon' have to do more to impress me

I said you gon' have to do more to impress me

No you gon' have to do more to impress me

Everything was gucci man until you met me

I'm not a contract killer wit' a set fee

I'm a prisoner of war that's been set free

Now what the fuck you tryna resuscitate my trend

Use a martial artist name and stick it at the end?

Well fuck it then, I'm about to follow up the plans

My new name is E Ness slash Jackie Chan

I'm catching flies with my chopsticks like Daniel-san

Or breaking cinder blocks in half like I'm Van Damme

This Jim Kelly bullshit, shit I can't stand

When Ness Lee wiggle, catch a bullet wit' his head

This ain't a battle for the name

This a battle for the fame

These shots'll have Leroy dancing in the rain

Or Sammy Davis Jr. tap dancing on his brain

Or Nelly with the jelly, lap dancing wit' the flame

See, fuck all the nameflips, the goofy shit you came with

Make you walk the plank Chuck 'cause we ain't on the same tip

Bang fifths, pull a hawk out and carve my name in

Your brain and I'm hungry as the first day I came in

That multisyllable, shit don't make you lyrical

I spit it from the diaphragm, my shit is more spiritual

Pull a ratchet out and everybody get hysterical

I hope you religious, 'cause it's gon' take a miracle

Dig this, round one, you try to turn up I turn you down son

I four-pound son, it's not gon' be a good outcome

I'll outbox you, out-bar you and outfox you

Ain't gon' be no championship ring when I rock you

Eurgh gave me the green light, hit him with a mean right

Followed by two uppercuts, now that's three strikes

When you in the way of this cadence, what it be's like

Mind your beeswax, 'cause I don't even have to rewrite

The Big Kahuna, I shoulda broke you off sooner

Go upside your head the doctor said it was a tumor

No Bad Boy reunions in my future that's a rumor

Call a Uber, before I beat you with this uber

I introduce ya', to a coma like Akuma

Fire round after fire round I'm a shooter

King Koopa, wit' two ladders like a roofer

Supah dupah, I turn you to a human oompah

See niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes

I'ma fry this nigga till I'm 50 years old

'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those

I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes

Time nigga

[Round 2: Ness Lee]

I got one pistol on me, if you don't wanna kiss this Glock first

You got them Bruce Leroy verse, nigga kiss my Converse

Truthfully I hate guns, if the streets had only settled they beef with these I'd give gloves to every nigga I know

But dudes like you make up the reason I keep the piece, 'cause you can't thump whenever it's time bro

I hate to bring the show up, we all seen the fight though

Staircase, throwing wild blows, either the high-low

Fred really whooped your pants off, he half your size bro

This nigga got faded on the steps like a wino

So imagine what'll happen if he had to slapbox with me

The black Constantine, I act consciously

A scrap with me is like having a bad opera seat

Fam, you'll get a nosebleed, then a fat broad will sing

Your knockout swing land like a jab probably

But my punches, 500, I take half off a G

Try to Math Hoffa me

Find out firsthand who in battle rap got hands faster than Math Hoffa: me

Tip of the day if you sit in the same place I'll make you pay for mistakes in ways minimum wage can't

Slow barber, I give you this fade you sit for a day straight

Feel like you got hit wit' an AK bigger than K Slay

Hands brush your head like I'm pretending to make wave

Convulsing, did you get hit with a brick, or a shake weight?

Clip him, snuff him in his lip if he naysay

Kick him, punch him, watch me whip watch me nae nae

I mean this, six degrees with the hands, I'm a genius

Put him, on the seat of his pants like a seamstress

Rock ya' head off you if you reach for steel

I'm Dot, I'm Prez Mafia, I reach, I steal

I don't think I will, if I think, I will

You'll be in a dream for real, these are sleeping pills

I seek, I kill, if I swing, he will

Lean three feet then spill, he needs some milk

I know that fight was back when you was in The Band

But you still can't fight my nigga, prove it if you can

Man you had to get it on where you grew up, or you damned

That's a Travis Porter song, how you do it with no hands?

I rolls up in a six-six buggy

It's a no-fly zone, this could get Trick-Trick ugly

If he flinch, I hit this nigga till my fist get bloody

And the ambulance'll show up like 'this shit nutty'

Let's get it clear boy, we are not peers boy

I see the future, you getting destroyed here boy

I'm clairvoyant, there's no avoiding, you hear boy?

And I feel like roasting, bring that ass here boy

You old, you 40, you-a-legit-uncle-face-ass nigga

Old, why-we-never-seen-a-chick-on-you?-face-ass nigga

Oh you ain't no damn murderer, you be with Hamburgler

You old Grimace-from-McDonalds-face-ass nigga

Time, let's go nigga

[Round 2: E Ness]

You know what rhymes with Ness Lee?

The sweat from my testis

The same type Daylyt wiped on Loe Pesci

You gon' get your wig pushed back trying press me

You thought you was the real Ness until the day you met me

I attack, I don't defend

I never fold, I never bend

I never snitch, I never told

If you do, that's a sin

I never throw a rock and hide my hand and say it's him

Every time I hoop I play the game, it's play to win

See these ain't battle rap bars that I'm speaking

This is real grown man shit that I'm teaching

Straight to the point, I don't waste time reaching

Clip on my waistline, thing with the hang time

Street sweepers everywhere, it's like I'm housekeeping

Two o'clock in the morning, now I'm out creeping

The cal blow, he'll go alto like The Weeknd

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Got you for your commissary 'cause I caught you sleeping

I got another brick to shake, do this and fix ya' face

Shots ricochet and hit ATL's big disgrace

My mind is at a wicked place

I move at a different pace

Your bitch ate my dick and then told you how the liquor taste

Somebody call that nigga Mase and tell him this a body

They gon' have to do his eulogy inside the lobby

It's a thin line between intricate and sloppy

Performance on a thousand and my penmanship is cocky

I used to get fan mail, now I get hate mail

Strong enough to take six, let's see if you could take 12

I shove a whole pie in your face, that's a bake sale

I ain't gotta say a single word, I'ma make bail

Caught a new case, now I'm walking on eggshells

Doc said my blood pressure high, I'ma raise hell

And my shit rings too late, that's the late bell

I ain't got no time for the county or the state jail

Homie caught a body, went to trial, took a straight L

And they wonder why I still battle, 'cause it pays well

54th Street tatted on my right hand

.44 Colt mag on my nightstand

Percocets and poon, nigga that's the flight plan

And I got more turned up than your hype man

Do it for the Vine, pay me and I might cam

'Cause I could rip a headset or a mic stand, time

[Round 3: Ness Lee]

If he talk that shitteth I'ma spark the fitteth

You gon' shove a pie in my face? Well you'll probably go walk to get it

I've existed and dominated in every single era of battle rap

Before Smack was back, before YouTube, I had us, facts

Before Atlanta rose the way it is in music

Who you think was one of the originals to bring attention to it?

First southerner to accumulate a million views

The first reality show, the first to hit the news

And can't one battle rapper in here dispute it

If you feel some kinda way then say something, aight let's keep it moving

I took Atlanta internationally, international Lee's the first to battle in Africa b

I put on for the A when Math Hoffa had wave

Before Hitman Holla had braids or Th3 Saga was saved

'If he a pioneer, then why I don't know him? Silly stories'

It's 'cause I'm still building the scene, who gon' build it for me?

ATLien prince, Tip still is your king

But I'm the second man on the moon, kneel before me

'[?]'s been a fat nigga', stop wit' all the boohoo-ing

If y'all not gonna do it, I'ma get to it

Look, you're no longer popular or popping in music

Stop dwelling on the past, focus on constant improvement

You getting old, accept this is where a lot of the truths is

It's a one way tunnel, we've all gotta go through this

Stop rooting against all of the new kids, they out here calling you stupid

You gotta know who you locked in a room with

Yes you did a lot for the movement, but that was back when Nas was with Whoo Kid and Shawn Carter was dropping The Blueprint

Okay you were Kerr but now he has Thompson to shoot it

I mean which is better, to never have a wallet or lose it?

Dropping my two cents, y'all are like 'dog what you doing?'

This is Ness talking to Ness 'cause Ness' conscience won't do it

And that Bad Boy concert is fooling

Oh you didn't know about the reunion?

How come Diddy always be talking 'bout you like y'all cool though

But when you ask for tickets when y'all do shows he treat you like you a culo?

This nigga text you a link to Ticketmaster, that's too low

Make you pay to watch him perform songs that you wrote

Say you mad? Jammy say do something 'bout it

Bald heads, look like me and you coming out it

You'll get hollowed, like Da Dinininon

And who gon' save you, Batman? Dinininini-nah

I could hit you wit' it till I put a dent in the nine

But I prefer you hear I click it when I dididindah

Brrrat, dat dat, dat, brrrrat dat dat dat so you remember the time

I'm wavier than wavy dudes

I hate you like a hater do

I'll break you till you break in two

You babier than baby food and lazier than lazy dudes

Debate the undebatable, I slay you like a slayer do

And take it to the grave with you like 'ay, look what you made me do'

All you gon' see is that A, over that navy blue

And famous last words, I'm crazier than Krazy Glue

[Round 3: E Ness]

It's E Ness versus Ness Lee

Who the best to ever do it nigga, let's see

One shot'll make your head open sesame

Another shot'll blow the lid off your chest piece

Whoever think Ness Lee can finesse me?

They better get a letterhead and address me

'Cause these rounds that I got gon' be the best three

You ever heard in your life, you'll catch a wet T

Shirt contest, nigga this a rhyme fest

No it's not about who can be the most complex

Everybody sold they soul, now who gon' sign next?

I'm a bomb threat, I'm a Rollie you a Timex

It ain't about the quantity, it's about the quality

I clap that, make you snap back into reality

Causality, you gon' always take a salary

You try to copy me, so this is your public apology

You sweeter than them Swedish fish

I throw it, Tim Tebow shit

Evil grin, make you tuck your chain on some Debo shit

I stab a nigga on some half-Latino shit

Ether shit, the fans wanna know what's my sec-a-ret

Ness you not half of me

This shit right here is blasphemy

Talking 'bout a mirror match, your whole life is tragedy

I'm the real McCoy your very presence is a parody

You can't embarrass me, it's like I'm giving back to charity

I heard your little interview

And what's gotten into you?

Talking 'bout, you could do what I do but you're minuscule

Mortal Kombat, Jackson Briggs, I'ma finish you

Rip your arms off and beat you with it, reached the pinnacle

I whip it to the oil, I'm whipping up some chemicals

When I kick his ass he'll be shitting out my tennis shoes

Keep your metaphors and your schemes to a minimal

Listen up, just one of me is like 10 of you

First I battled Jae Millz, he took that and paid bills

Then I took some NyQuil, mixed it with some DayQuil

Shine in the building but I'ma show you how the K feel

If I don't kill you first they will, you better stay still

I'll beat the living shit out this porch monkey

Then pull a double homicide, for some more money

You go on tour, I'ma rob you for your tour money

And them comparisons you made, you're funny

I'm on Cloud Nine

I tell Ness Lee 'Jump', he say 'How high?', clean up on aisle five

I have more whips than the Dark Knight

Let's see you walk away from a shark bite

Now back then I used to ball like Cartwright

Pull us out the club starting bar fights

I tried to leap first, then hard right

Big release party at the star night

Look at the diamonds in my ring, it still sparkle bright

See I was getting money for my album drop

But I was giving hell to the housing cops

The bike cops, the bad cops and the beat cops

The beat cops saw the bottom of my Reeboks

I'm blowing money like it's falling off of tree tops

These young hoes sucking dick like it's freeze pops

I coulda signed with Bloodline or D-Block

The [?] but I still had my heat cocked

I bet you shake your tail feather like a peacock

I'm Juggernaut, bitch I walk through the sheet rock

I leave you niggas rocked steady with the bebop

These young niggas wanna hang but they need not

I got three spots, they all twerk team

Whatever comes to your mind do the first thing

On the first and Friday the 13th

You break 'em down and compress 'em, be keeping birds clean

You start spending money like it's Wonder Bread

But to the Commonwealth I'm a wanted man

Big handgun like Son of Sam

You'll get your shit wired like MoneyGram

They just be counseling these hoes like a summer camp

I just be bouncing on them hoes like a summer jam

I gotta overdose to make you understand

I throw a nine piece at you, underhand

My city has forsaken me

They hate on me 'cause I ain't with the fakery

That's why I never quit my job at the bakery

I'm up to my neck, in whole pies up at 803

Time man