[Round 1: Charron]

You're the gun line king, that's what you know for

You talking Smack, your Clips ain't spit, that's N.O.M.E. 4

Choke out this choke artist, guillotine

You will change colors like Aunt Viv' after season 3

Then he'll head to the ground like a DDT

Kick his stomach, give his abs soul (Ab-Soul) that's TDE

Flava Flav and a Shout, cleaning his clock, it ain't believable, stop

He's a gangster, I'm the nerd from King Of The Dot

But when crackers get pissed we shoot up the school and you see it on Fox

When Magic gets pissed he fights like a fool and gets beat up by Fox

Even I could knock out Fox

So get hype if you're claiming that left/right

You're a fake pussy, fleshlight

You and Fox wanna box but couldn't get a hand in

Peter Pan styled him with Hooks that Never Land-ed

You'll get mocked three rounds, cut a close shave with petty scrapping

If you wouldn't raise your fist then why would you let it happen

Bring it back, this the best a man can get when his pen's in action

You'll get mocked (Mach) three rounds, had a close shave with petty scrapping

If you wouldn't raise your (razor) fist then why would you let (Gillette) it happen?

He choked against Will, Nitty, Big T, Heartless, dead in the zone

You've had more Rocky performances than Sylvester Stallone

His girl's a pill popper, I'm getting some dome

Mt. Rushmore, she'll give me head when she's stoned

If you want a war then (warden) get barred out by the pen that I own

Sleep on me and your body gets outlined like memory foam

Are there gangsters in this crowd? Cause I've never seen a gun

Real shit

I ain't strapped to my own

But I'll pay someone to do a drive-by and find Magic alone

Whoever I pick involve to the whip strapped with a chrome

For talking Jazz that car'll (Karl) shoot like Stockton passed to Malone

Let's break him down, it really ain't that hard

Daylyt reenacted The Matrix and you couldn't think of a single bar

You're a Crip right? You should talk about the Glock's you're holding

Like you in The Matrix but when this blue pill (peel) you ain't dodging bullets

He brought out a fake Glock, you couldn't rebuttal some rhymes?

How are you Magic if you can't pull something out of thin air in front of our eyes?

It wasn't a battle, it was a Broadway play

You got punked, we don't care about the bars you would say

But a calendar explains why he's startled this way

Cause Junes are just squares that get marked out by a Day'

Selling ki's in front of your house, that's a lawn note

Think you Bad Boy, Ciroc now you Sean Combs

Claiming that he pop chrome, treat him like he Gonzo

Combos, knock the fucking nose out your long nose

Don't care if you be deep in the streets like a pot hole

Got a bone to pick like I'm betting on John Jones

Won't elevate your career but I've got pull

I punch on so many levels like Solange Knowles

[Round 1: B Magic]

This who I'm battling?

I thought this was the camera man

Well if I get hooked to the right arm like Candy Man

Say my name too many times then call an ambulance

Metal squeeze on this bitch chest like a mammogram

One ride, we all get into like a family van

You better step aside quick before my Hammer Dance

Knock on his door, soon as he open the can'll blam

Take care of everybody in the crib, I'm a family man

Your whole house better Sprint like a family plan

The silencer is so quiet, man oh man

You didn't know that you being shot like Candid Cam'

So come watch a killer perform like Randy [?]

You fucked up, chopper push in your stomach

Ready, set, go, when they hear a bullet, Solange in an elevator

I won't pull it or thump it

I mean this bitch will get to kicking at the push of a button

I do this rap shit just to get paid and kill niggas

Should I pull or your card or deal with ya?

Paralyzed to this [?]

I don't feel niggas, still hit ya, it's about to get Emmett Till picture

Ugly

How you wanna play it? My flow is dope

You? Come out the gate like a rodeo

The sig'? Send 'em straight to Heaven, holy smokes

When I push his cap back like Polio

The flow game is stupid, no other can rap better

Not gonna name flip, just to make the match better

I'm the back stretcher, I'll send him to God

Desperado, start off killing niggas in bars

I'm straight to it, bars is straight fluid

Come take a whiff, send him to Mars

How I'm shooting stars ain't to make a wish

Pull out that British Bulldog, that's my Davey Smith

Or we gon' have something in common when you face a clip

Homie we in Jersey, switch your flow it's only smart

Cause you can get bodied with the iron like Tony Starks

Look I'm the genius, they said you gonna murder who?

The nigga throwing caps on the stage didn't come with Murda Mook

You nervous dude? Well, you should be

You should know better

I swing around with them apes cause I go realer (gorilla)

Fuck a challenger I ain't running from no nigga

[?] Vikes got me throwing bullets like Culpepper

B mothafucking Magic

[Round 2: Charron]

Yo he's trying to front like I'm a nerd and I'm not a rapper

Thinking I'm a camera man just cause I can spot an actor

Yo, and he wanna talk about my whole family Sprint, but he's telling us lies

And real talk you think you really going good and you selling these rhymes

But wait, that was a freestyle slow it down

Do you hear what I'm telling these rhymes?

He's talking about Sprint but real talk you tell us lies

When I go back down, you wanna talk about the British Bulldog

You reference wrestling a lot

You such a crack head I bet your favorite wrestler is The Rock

Yo, but since he's talking wrestling he thinks I'm a nice guy and we'll be talking it out

For thinking this Man Kind you getting socked in the mouth

You couldn't kill a mic/Mike with Diprivan

You the British Bulldog, that's simple fam'

Why you talking WWE, I'll have people digging until they fam'

I'll put an Undertaker to work like Vince McMahon

But why am I here? I'm thinking so hard that it hurts

But y'all invited Shotty Horroh, so it starts to get worse

If you're white and wanna come to UDubb to spar on this turf

All you have to do is beat Arsonal first

Keep popping I'm detoxing, if B's talking he'll be talking to machines like Steve Hawkins

Prodigy wreaking Havoc you know my Mobb Deep on 'em, scheme on 'em

Stop, drop, roll for Waffle Street on him

It's B muhfucking Magic

Are you rapping or sleep talking?

You can't win (wind) with the worst angles on Earth

Keep flopping, you spit fire with a watered down flow, your heat's stopping

Fuck the one dimensional punchline festival B's dropping

I gave y'all the four elements like Rahzel when he's beatboxing

Four elements, I said "wind", "water", "fire", "earth", keep watching

Three 16's can crush him; Steve Austin

Branch out before I leave, I'm tree chopping

What's on this pad? Going over heads, I'm leap frogging

Keep stomping, fuck a left hook

This nerd will stretch out your spine like a text book

You snitching to the cops, you ain't the best crook

B Magic, you're a Magic 8 Ball cause you give answers when you get shook

Only quarter pound you've seen is a burger with cheese

I'll teach him the fucking business, birds and the bees

Put on a clinic for Magic I'm positive it won't cure a disease

This bitch will take a break after getting sonned like maternity leave

He actually said, "Lebron/Farve, I'm a heat packer"

You got bars, that's a knee slapper

But real talk, if you shoot me, my grandma will be pissed

She loves people, he swaps athletes his gun lethal

I'll call him Kareem McNabb, he Bucks Eagles

Will I'ma mix Phoenix and Orlando when I run past it

Sir Charles Hardaway, I'ma Sun/son Magic

But you told JC you'll convince Carter

That line was either but it sounded familiar

So I did research, you bit that from Sno and Caustic, this guy's a cheater

You're Eli Roethlisberger, a Giant Steeler/stealer

[Round 2: B Magic]

They told me that I had a challenger and he hard to shake

They told me not to go light on him because he hard to break

Well if I'm getting in this squared circle like [?]

It's apparent/a parent you getting killed like Marvin Gaye

So keep it steady or mainly get steel full

Cause blamming the steel bringing insanity feel more

Stiff as a mannequin, caps or your man will get peeled or

Family get killed, now that's Amityville Hor'

So homie back off now or six will go across your chest, I stack house clowns

I break when I clap off rounds

Cause all your soldiers will die before I put this Black Hawk Down

This how I spit, ain't this about a bitch?

I'm the better man, I ain't gonna smoke him with the sig'/cig'

But on second hand, I'll pull up, pull the door back on the Chevy van, bars

What this four give him ain't a second chance

Yeah, I'm hitting niggas with some sneak punches

If Corey should run up on me, well let me see something

Think that we stunting, he fronting, the heat dumping

The mil' (meal) will put him in line free lunches

What he trying to say? With these dope lyrics I'm bagging white

Ars' didn't tell you this not a battle, this a sacrifice

If you acting big, I'll tap your chin, it's a raptor fight

Left nothing special, but nigga, I got some bragging rights

You get booted if you step into these danger lands

Name a nigga testing this?

Creep up in your residence, lift him up while he laying down, that's the Exorcist

When I cross him with the flame, that's a Methodist

It's B-Magic muthafucka, the show arrived, paranormal witness

There's about to be some evil shit, McNabb and Vick

I'm armed with two Eagles, strip when I make him Kiss this Mac it ain't a Sigel diss

These cats weak, get a jab, you don't want the hook

If you was raised by animals, I'll make your Jungle Book

We understood cause if I think it's prob'

There's 32 in this .45 gon' even the odds

B muthafucking Magic

[Round 3: Charron]

Yo, he a gangsta right?

His best line that round was about free lunches

Is this what these peeps wanna say?

I mean, if it's a free lunch, you don't go buck bet that's only time you beef with the tray/trey

Yo, you should try to do angles, maybe go and do jokes

Step outside your comfort zone, change a flow for them folks

You should learn how to freestyle, I know that there's hope

So when you forget your lines like an idiot you don't have to choke

You're the George Foreman of battling, heavy punches, slower approach

I'm Muhammad Ali, my whole game plan was to show you the ropes

This MC square, ain't talking Einstein

A Total Slaughter reject ain't popping five nines

You think he's hungry for burgers, I ain't dropping white lies

B, you/U are/R G? ER's is what you get when I call up Five Guys

I bet DNA snipes the .38 from long range, more than you pop a gat

Your shots don't exist like Vodka 'gnac

Lose that weak flow, I'll bruise your ego

Time to flip the calendar, June got 3-0

Your girl wanna cuddle, she a stupid hoe

I come/cum in peace; UFO

Everything I rap raw; sushi roll

Remote under the couch I lose control

They pay me a thousand bucks, I could use the doe

Think B sharp? I'll tune him up for a G flat like a music note

Real Deal bodied this Crip, I think that you went light

Remind me of Breaking Bad when I seen you there that night

You repping that blue, yes I believe him, it's alright

You're blue? Meth, you got cooked by a teacher that was white

Claimed he pitched rocks and Ziploc's his bricks

Big dog in the trap til I Jigsaw this bitch

Sid Crosby sticks

Got iced out by a kid from Pittsburgh, my mitts off for this

Spit all your ish how I pissed off the Crips

I back up my shit talk, how hip hop is this?

Magic needs tricks well these Trix are for kids

The tricks stop, don't get props, name flips all he spits

You a big boss for this?

This kid got a big box of Trix

It won't fly I got a Trick Trick that'll Rick Ross this bitch

I'm sick of being motherfucking ostracized

Feeling like those kids up in Columbine

If he win, they'll say, "Magic, that's a homicide."

If I win, they'll say, "Magic didn't wanna try."

Generic gun rapper that be popping nines

Well words are weapons and I brought some lines

When I unleash all these rhymes

You can't size up to my Arsonal like midgets brought by Shine

[Round 3: B-Magic]

Aight Arsonal, my nigga that's some disrespect

It's the best, let me show him how to spit correct

Think it's a Game Boy he a 360 when this connect/Kinect

You better be in solid shape like a silhouette

So hit the deck, cause when he flex I drop niggas

Tell Charlie these Clips stop fights a lot quicker

I box niggas, you got filler, the rocket blaze you

That forty like a father, when it pop it raise you

Let's get it straight, mothafuckas I'm puffing Dutches

Cloud of smoke when I'm dumping it look like I'm busting muskets

Rough and rugged, dump, aim, clutching, busting

Drop iron in a square like Buster Douglas

This pure flames, you bound to catch wreck

Gun so big, T ain't found the sound effect yet

Boy you bout to get stretched

Charron died I laugh and tears

Knowing I split a niggas shit but I didn't have to share it

Let's get it right, if it's needed the nine blasting

Drawing on his team, you'd think that I'm John Madden

Listen, I'll off this nigga first, John Hanson

Forearm across his face I'm Bob Backlund

Born serious, white boy come get you some

That fifth ring will have him red, I have Olympic guns

I'll kick you in your motherfucking chin for fun

Index game will make your body jump while your temple run

Bitch please you a take an L quick

AR's, shoot him and I'll make a shell flip

Tips in the clip, that's an ATL flick

Shoot a white nigga fam', that's a Dave Chappelle skit

Who want the problem?

Tell that nigga, good luck

Full of shit, niggas die per (diaper) second when I pull up

You trying to find me? I'm posted with the .45

Just know it's Magic when they tell you that the show arrived

I told him once these muthafuckas scared

I'm from the muthafucking Lou

Thats how a muthafuckin play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this muthafucka said?

Must have slipped, fell and bumped yo' muthafucking head

B muthafucking Magic