[Round 1: B Magic]

See, Ave wit’ the Cave now

I see how you Roc(k), fam’

See, Ave wit’ the Cave now

I see how you plot, damn

Release the pits, tell ‘em, “Bring me the ropes, dawg. I’m not playin’.”

I get it poppin’ wit’ the Desert, so if anything dry land, I’mma school you

It’s like fuckin’ wore-out pussy: my screws loose

Lights out, see, you don’t wanna see black - see, you refuse to

On FB, frontin’ for ya hood, but this ain’t FUBU

Murder (Murda) on the snub-nose

Who tryna come see me shoot Mook?

So is it Dot Cave? Mobb Titles?

Shit, I’m confused, too

So if you wit’ Roc(k) band, I guess I’m talkin’ to you, too (U2)

The Bill Collector, this (k)not what you asked for, and dude’s due

Better chill, ‘cause I can show you how I’m livin’ when I cruise through

A left’ll put a nigga to sleep, yeah, a cool snooze

A right’ll wake him back up dazed, talkin’ like, “Who’s you?”

I’m droppin’ gems (Jimz), they believe in a Rare Breed

Did I lose you?

If this bitch shine, Tay (Shante), it’s a wrap for his Coogi like the Juice Crew

I mean, you can die over these mics (Mikes) like some new shoes

If I buck it, I’m leavin’ your top open, I’m too cool

You a clown, you can get followed around

This fool through

It’s over once I get to tellin’ a joke like I’m Bruce Bruce

Shoot who?

Huddle break: if I clap, then we all clap

Daylight Saving: that mean it’s about time that you fall back

Your wiz a fan

I gave her a pill or three and she called back

I lay up as long as I’m spinnin’

I scored off of the wall, facts

I was with it, watchin’ a Ave battle like, “Dawg snapped”

Then a week later, I found out the nigga stole all that

I got a whole bunch in store for your Apple: all MACs

Black Magic get to sprayin’ your top like car wax

Check this, my whole team in blue, the set Crippin’

I’ll breaking-news, CNN, CBS clip him

Up next, a House Of pain (Payne) like a TBS snippet

You better reroute, Ave, like the GPS trippin’

I say, you better chill while I’m rollin’ up drugs

T-Rex on his off day: I get to foldin’ up scrubs

Let ‘em roll and fuck Rum

You think it’s a Game until you see the Ave nigga get to throwin’ up blood

I been bakin’, so the (baking soda) people know the day that I cooked Roc(k)

Now he can look over Ave - I turned him to the neighborhood watch

Give Ave a sign, so when you see me in yo’ neighborhood, stop

You wanna call out a animal? Well, go on and take a good shot

Where the Henny?

You can find me with clips, but not Charles

This big can’ll end a G (energy) for thinkin’ you Roc star (Rockstar)

It was light how Red blew (blue) off his top like cop cars

All of that rob? Man, stop it, we know that you’re not hard

Look, Golden Corral, I can eat wit’ these hot bars

It’s crazy that the shit you steal, it’s mad that they give you the props for it

You need to get your bars up before that be the reason they drop calls

You need a lil’ more school, boy (ScHoolboy), if you wanna be Top dog (Dawg)

Pop off, apply his pay wit’ the hook, and drop shorty

Machete cut off part of Ave, I guess that’s how my block party

The Lou funny? Bitch, you better be talkin’ ‘bout Guy Torry

You get your sons taken (takin') after the pops like Bob Marley

Round 1

[Round 1: Ave]

Yo, y’hear me?

I said, it’s ‘bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit’ this bitch

Beas’ said, “Ave, we need a favor.”

I said, “Save it.” and (*click*)

But they repaid for the hit

So this like a public restroom

If it weren’t no paper down, I swear I wasn’t takin’ this shit

I mean, yeah, we know he a legend

But I don’t respect you tryin’ to hold the kid up for my shot: he Nino at the wedding

But I’m still reppin’

Dealt wit’ the fact that you move pussy

Punched on anything, no matter my class: I’m the school bully

What the fuck could they do wit’ me? Well, it’s not a lot, bros

See, they waited to see if Ave get damaged like potholes

And oh, now you takin’ this joint? Tryin’ to get quick points

‘Cause they got an angle invested wit’ the “I bit” coin (Bitcoin)

I get it

Well, I’m still wiggin’, don’t get it twisted

Punchlines, schemes, wordplay - everything is exquisite

Any attribute? You guess it, I’m mean

So this nigga smoked across the table, like Belly wit’ the restaurant scene

It’s no denyin’ I’m a beast, a giant in them streets

He might want this to go in peace, like dyin’ in your sleep

If I can’t reach nothin’ close wit’ these options

I got bread for the toast, serial (cereal) scratched like I’m grocery-shoppin’

Homie, what’s poppin’?

The topic is who spit the sickest quotes

So don’t try to switch just ‘cause you feel you in this bitch wit’ Locs

That’ll get a nigga smoked, ‘cause I get the grips for the low

Have ‘em comin’ in with shit for the yard like prison dope

So let him know, he better keep it rap like he should

This time, it ain’t no screamin’ back to get Suge - understood?

See, just that look’ll have him bitch

He’ll call Jimmie, then split

Break fast, ‘cause I’m guessin’ he think Suge’ll end (sugar in) the grits

What, you the only one that roll with some Crips?

You jokin’, right?

Bitch, I got fo’ tres at the table: it’s poker night

That’s on God - say I’m lyin’

I even coulda brought my 74’ nigga to the ring: that’s Andre the Giant

Let him try it

If it ain’t NY where he meet his makers

Spend paper just to fly to the Lou - I’ll see you later

Shit, it can’t be hard to spot a B Magic, that’s even greater

Shit, we only know (No) 'One in the World': Anita Baker

Put duct tape on the revolver, beam on it

And it’s Lux spittin’ rounds in a rush: speed-loaded

If the fucker hide, one in his crew will get straight blammed

Shit, the other guy work for the news like Blankman

Let this nigga think I’m playin’, and I swear that we blazin’

He get guap? We in they spot, find the bread, then we skatin’

Bro, I’ll barely be patient

So put rope and tape on the wife and kids, and tie (anti-) Black: that’s the Aryan Nation

‘Cause when you cakin’, that’s the price that you pay

No cryin’, bitch

CyHi The Prynce: you know we comin’ right (write) for the yay (‘Ye)

And just to make sure that the hit move sweet?

Stick up the nigga in the basement

We only comin’ in two deep

You know, LL put the stick up the nigga down in the basement in In Too Deep?

Y’all followin’ me? Okay, then

Get his face caved in

The hands what y’all want?

Two niggas scrap in the yard? Wait, that’s Sanford & Son

And we know he don’t throw them blows too slick

Y’all seen the clips

Shit, I got Black fists handled like them old-school picks

But just in case it gotta go to the grips, the pump savvy

One blast will erase his (racist) past: that’s Trump daddy

So get at me

Damn the arc, that hammer spark

Leave him stretched, smokin’ Black on the set: he Shannon Sharpe

Boy, you standin’ here wit’ a Shark!

And ever since I hit these cards

You really ain’t been movin’, Magic - this faggot Nicky Barnes

You a fraud, and I’m only here to pull your ho card

And give you principle (principal) behind bars like Joe Clark

So before you start actin’ off hype from your yes man

Just know life ain’t make you 6 feet, but death can

[Round 2: B Magic]

They said that I was duckin’

Shit, what they gon’ say now?

When the pump lift the back of his truck like Blade Brown’s

It’s just me, right on the side of his crib like 8 Mile

It’s adjust this (Justice) League, or in a Flash, you gon’ be in a Cave now

Check me out, wit’ this hammer, I’m nicer than table manners

Get the shark, rippin’ his top off like David Banner

Die here (dye hair) ‘til you white in the face like David Banner

I been killin’ niggas

So tell me, what do you gotta come say to cancer?

Check this

This that takeover, Ave, like turf wars

Cross me and see what them .9s profit like church boards

I came through to see where they praise him (hymn) like church tours

So when you see that four, man, just know that it hurt more

But you came in punchin’, huh?

Well, just know that I birthed you

I’m goin’ in with somethin’ light on Ave like curfew

You ain’t know? I send them goonies

Ain’t no play wit’ me, damn it

So if you need a jackboy (Jakkboy) that can handle a cannon (Kannon), who come to work (Twork)?

It’s a wrap if the hood on stage

I’m good on tres

If a nigga trip, then the Magnum rip

Go on, step, them shots don’t hurt - what, you ain’t catch the shit?

I stood firm with Law, now let’s see what this devil Ave’ll get (advocate)

I say, niggas get buried when I’m sendin’ them

A real nice casket gon’ be carried by your friend and them

How he die’ll be these (diabetes) shots

Naw, don’t worry ‘bout the insulin

I’m a beast - that’s on the hood like Harry and the Hendersons

You get it yet?

.44 Smith & Wess’ll hit his chest

Aw, y-you get it yet?

.44 Smith & Wess’ll hit his chest

You can die here...nigga-

It’ll get ya wet…

(*B Magic gets flustered and takes a minute to get his focus back*)

It’ll hit ya next…

Like, look, I want all the war, nigga

Easy as a Sunday mornin’, bumpin’ Commodores, nigga

I got a loudmouth Nina, it be talkin’ for a nigga

It’ll stretch you out like a Baltimore nigga

Yo, it’s the same nigga gave a classic wit’ Qleen Paper

Comin’ off the top wit’ somethin’ cold (code) - who need pagers?

They ain’t tell you that Black is the key? The C major

So far, he (Safaree) runnin’ from the punch, it’s a Dreamchaser

A couple’ll connect quicker than speed daters

Left jab, then I got the hook up like free cable

Throw my sign up to any team like a free agent

Plant a gun in the back of your shit, get free cases

Now listen up, you know it’s pressure when the pipes bust

Baggin’ wit’ the fif’, you gon’ need more than a ice cup

Spare strap, I say, I pump the strap like seein’ a dyke fuck

Gettin’...pump the strap like seein’ a dyke fuck

You’re gettin’ half off your top: he gettin’ a price cut

Fight what? I turn a nigga to a Rest in Peace

I’ll really show you how to turn Ave into a dead-end street

Put lead in cheeks, spray heat when I’m sparkin’ the fo’

Split Ave top, nigga - you can stick a fork in the road

Light

[Round 2: Ave]

I say, I’m a mothafuckin’ threat

Did that appeal to these bitches, like date-rapers?

Well, when it unfolds, you’ll see I been sharp as a straight bla- razor

Plus your wave shaky like fake neighbors

So if you think you got me outclassed, June, you’re (junior) high like an eighth-grader

I’m major wit’ the bars, on top of a sharp performance

Only way that this can be Black night is wit’ Martin Lawrence

He don’t want us on no hood shit, partner

We can beef, but you takin’ half of the heat like the Bullpen roster

I’m a monster, and been that, son

Stunt and get your bitch ass lumped, then wrung like a dishrag, chump

I’ll find your wife and slide up in that cunt

I’m just saying the better half I can bang: White Men Can’t Jump

This gang frontin’ don’t be no pressure

Ave got plenty niggas throwin’ up signs wit’ the sticks like protestors

So go extra, that’s gon’ get the big toast wavin’

A shell fed once the joint pull, and this Loc ate it (dislocated)

He better watch who he play with

It’s just another bag

I’ll beat his fuckin’ ass - y’all can deduct my other half

Tuck ya flag, ‘cause that shit don’t make you a bit realer

Jamie Foxx in Redemption: you just playin’ a Crip, nigga

Oh, your blueing shit official? Oh, screw it, I’ll still hit you

Take it further wit’ the clips, and a toolie’ll fix your issue

100-round drum, won’t shoot ‘em all

A few will get you

Or give this 60 40 - now, nice doin’ business wit’ you

Since you actin’ like you had me killed, I’m strapped wit’ steel

Small toy out the box for your boy: it’s that Happy Meal

Oh, you don’t think we clap for real?

Well, it don’t take a Wizard to pop and leave your back caught (backcourt) by a Wall like Bradley Beal

I gets busy for real, my knuckle action tough

Like leakin’ Houdini’s secrets, I’ll be fuckin’ Magic up

And I think he know I’ll swing

Sarcastic wit’ a stance

Well, I love hate on the hands: bitch, I’m Radio Raheem

The fuck you mean!?

Your main way of thinking is stable, is it?

Got my favorite biscuit, the clip curve like faithful bitches

Let’s say this was real beef in the streets, I’m straight to business

Gotta buck it (bucket), straight through the intestines: we makin’ chitlins!

I don’t play wit’ these bitches! I done lost too many

Next nigga take one of mine, it’s gon’ cost you plenty

Y’all better say a prayer for him

You ever lost a nigga to drama, got his mama askin’ why you weren’t there for him?

Yeah, I know it

But y’all thinkin’ his toolie on - wrong

You don’t hear from no nigga in the Lou he arm strong (Louis Armstrong)

Cut the jazz act!

The fact that you bangin’? Nothin’ threatenin’!

I can get you popped up out the blue, so unexpected

All these TECs and big pistols you spittin’ is just riddles

‘Cause if Magic bust (Bus) or fit in the bodies, it’s Ms. Frizzle’s

Bitch, you soft! And it been that way

Get clapped fast, then we snatch up Black flag like the insect spray

Who say we need they rappin’ gimmicks?

You see they actin’ timid

Know the nigga soft on his blog like DJ Akademiks

Y’all seen his image and instantly figured he pop tools

But changed the channel once they reported that Fox news

You’se a goof, a spoof to that blue

Shootin’ at who?

If Roc swing, well, y’all know ‘bout the move wit’ that Lou

But ayo, I’m sick wit’ it, so if B gotta go

Then just pray for Black widow like, “Rest in peace, Alimoe”

So now he know, any time it’s a problem, my rival caught

I ain’t gotta say nothin’, I’mma just let the rifle bark

Comin’ out his crib, givin’ wife the talk like, “Take care of yourself and each other”

BOW! That’s Jerry’s final thought!

Nigga...time

[Round 3: B Magic]

Fuck cuz

I’ll pull up on cuz wit’ two heats

Keep actin’, you gon’ get a real bullet like Bruce Lee

Keep playin’-

...like- like Bruce Lee

Shiiit…

(*Magic loses his place for a second*)

I’m God, my squad you can’t get in, we too deep

After these bars, you can bend to the Roc(k) like Blue Streak

14 days, it end- (That was fire)

Yeah, they don’t hear me, though

14 days will leave 14 dazed, you too weak

Footwork, lay down the hook first like a new beat

You will die, nigga-

I see Ave, I’m in his hood in a hood, a blue fleece

Tool speak, everybody assed out like a nude beach

You peep?

Heard you King, well, you’ve come for the top spot

Until the kid draw square on Ave like hopscotch

Pop, stop, shots drop brains out of his snot box

Charlie Sheen: I can knock off Rambo wit’ these Hot Shots

Play around, only thing I slack on is dress shoes

You ain’t catch it?

Only thing I slack on is dre-

Well, check this

You better have Wolverine powers when the lead ooze

Wit’ the steel, he’ll (heal) back up quicker than Deadpool

Marvelous, your ex-savior

Huh, you get it, Loc?

It’s the flow, punchin’ my way in (Wayan) like Riddick Bowe

You’ll die, nigga, out of the blue, the end he go (indigo)

We cool or not cool? I’m givin’ my friend the fo’

Hot shit, the blue Crip’ll take over like Nas diss

The reason that he’ll (Hill) break down like Wyclef

Y’all thinkin’ that he hard, I think this some nonsense

You get a- you say- damn

You get a-

You know you dead once you reach the hotel like John Wick

Nonsense, Radio Raheem with the update

Get smashed talkin’, I got hands for niggas who love hate

Y’all thinkin’ that he hard, I think he a cupcake

He knew it was a mistake, but he know it’s a must-take

Much better

Cool, G (Coogi), as a Biggie and Puff sweater

Shit, I’mma just keep it 100, I’m cu-

I say, I’mma keep it a buck-fify, I’m cut better

5-7, you get four from the Hawk: I Spud Webb him

DOT seen the Kingsman, that’s how he knew you can get shot wit’ the umbrella

Um-Beretta, um, fellas

Let’s see if he come, fellas

Mouth shot, spill everything he wanted to come tell us

You’d prob’ly get a clip from the .50s like gun trailers

Niggas wit’ ARs on the (Arizona) team tell my mama her son (Sun) Devils

Play it out

See, Cave Gang was the fam’ - remember the crew?

So how you reppin’ wit’ Roc family gonna benefit you?

I send ‘em and shoot and leave Ave bloody how I bleed the block

You knew your idol was wild (Idlewild) once you heard me through the speakerbox (Speakerboxx)

What you want, the smoke? What I got’ll uplift ya like sativa pot

He next if you believe it or not, I’ll let him speak to ‘Pac

Send a manager and you die, this’ll lean a (Selena) god

This ain’t new to I, this Muay Thai: we (k)need to box

Told him-

I said, look, R.I.P. my nigga Bud

I was s’posed to be at my nigga funeral today, but I’m out here, my nigga

[Round 3: Ave]

I say, yo…

Hold it down, hold it down

I say, when you took the league dough and ain’t show, I had every reason and urge to murk this faggot

Face shots, nail tips in his mouth like nervous habits

What I heard from him was tragic

Imagine, a legend PG makin’ up tales, I guess it’s some Earvin Magic

I was mad somethin’ decent

Wanted to punch his teeth in

Shoulda got the .45 out the house: Trump impeachment

I can’t have no vet dissin’ me

I was ready to fill Black bubble wit’ the lead like checkin’ my ethnicity

But then it hit me - his last battles? Not astoundin’

You got a good Five Heartbeats left, career drownin’

That’s why it weren’t no need to hound him

We know the nigga wrote and still played the Duck role - he remind me of Robert Townsend

That’s clown shit

The building know you good enough wit’ writin’

Your punches weak on the cam’...like that footage of you fightin’

Man, it’s like he always ‘bout to get drug

How the fuck you so fake, money, and barely made that counter fit (counterfeit) Dub?

This bitch a scrub

We know in this lane, he get clever thoughts

His rumble just ain’t the same

Shit, we thinkin’ he hella soft

Dubs made him fail the cross, so if he wanna bank, Fox shoulda got clean work: Frankie in Set It Off

But he all talk, so if I prove what these knuckles do

Like a bitch trickin’ for True Religion, it sucks for you

(*The crowd cracks up at that bar, Ave runs it back, the crowd starts laughing again*)

Dude can take it past bars, but I’ll sharp two-piece him

‘Cause I know he got glass jaws like a shark museum

Or he can run and get his peeps

I’m dumpin’ wit’ the piece

Find a pile of Cs (policies) ‘round the back like company receipts

See, I ain’t new to this mission

If that Ruger is missin’, the .45 still bangin’ like you wit’ this Crippin’

Who this bitch kiddin’!?

Y’all better tell this fella recognize

I don’t take kindly to threats

Catch him where he resides, I’m on the set while they live

The second I arrive, it’s gon’ happen at Black people party: Electric Slide!

‘Cause we ridin’ very equipped

Kelly, Hillary, Cole, Michael, Waldo- just know it’s dummies in every clip!

He won’t get to bring SMACK more fame

Soon as he turn, look, .40 in the face: call that Jakkboy Maine!

This bitch a lame

Ran back to the gang ‘cause you’re prob’ly broke

Lettin’ all that green mix wit’ ya cheese - you artichoke

This is what we call a joke

How you hang wit’ all these Locs and couldn’t even get a zip off your ‘hood like starter coats?

But to y’all, dawg a GOAT

I see reptile wit’ you

Plus you soft, and still bangin’ like erectile issues

And ain’t no work y’all sellin’, but I could Omar Epps him

Movin’ bags in the ring had me as a First Time Felon

Yellin’ block shit don’t work wit’ me

Pounds and ounces, that’s what we knew, baby, like a hospital nursery

And certainly when we choose violence, we use silence

Niggas got numbers over the tongue: we knew (New) Balance

Any time we had to flex on the foes

Go and escape (Xscape) back together, like Tiny and the rest of them hoes

I ain’t gon’ put you in no wrestling hold

Just point somethin’ that’ll take a fraction off: I’m in decimal mode!

So let him know, he don’t wanna be who we movin’ on

Tell your crew to scoot along, ‘cause my shooters is proven strong

Leg-shot him, that red bottom ruin his blue that’s on

‘Cause we runnin’ wit’ sticks, gave the dude from the ‘Lou batons (Louboutins)!

Wait, hold on, is everybody aware this bitch a fraud?

We were s’posed to rock last year, clear he got outta Dodge

Born Legacy, NOME, Summer Madness - that shit ain’t odd?

How the fuck can he be Magic and scared to pick a card!?

I ain’t blamin’ y’all for this damn bum

I just hope that y’all ain’t pay him now for takin’ the kid - he already ran some (ransom)

Fuck his room, and gimme his rack

We established this ain’t the old Magic - he ain’t worth a Penny or shack (Shaq)!

This nigga wack

I told you, “Fix my plate”, right, Smack?

‘Cause they been sleepin’ - it’s time I bring my state right back

Don’t give a fuck about these duckin’ niggas! They type wack

‘Cause I’m a nigga outta Norfolk (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT!)