[Round 1: B Magic]

Well let's start with disrespect, you a ho nigga

You'll catch a hollow on this stage with this colt, Chilla

Two arms cocked on your chest like a slow nigga

I'll throw you a couple bucks like a broke nigga

Magic got these bars let's get straight to it

Steak knife if Chilla play hype I'm a shank right through em Nina full of hollows that's a tip drill, I'm from St. Louis

Smack threw Chilla in the fire like Frank Lucas

What you think that he Superman an action hero?

Let's see these capes when I slide up in that black Camero

Clock his chest he gon' see that Flash like Smack apparel

I'll give em all he can eat like a Cracker Barrel

See Koch Records couldn't drop this kind of gem (Jim) Jones

I blade guys I bet your face slide like Sprint phones

Better yet I bet your face lift like Kimb' Jones

Heat rock a meaning how I fire 'til your brim stone

He got Gusto to see these bars trust us

I dead mics If we see war you'll get these big ass biscuits

When he sees 4's his wig'll curl under his skully like CB4

Pull a strap on me it's on fool

That 32 in that Jag let me tell you what it's gon' do

I'll let them shells run in backs that's all because Jones drew

You talkin' to a killa you ever seen Phone Booth?

Chilla sound kinda Charlie, yo Clips they cloned you

Heat blast, freeze tag, I bet you he won't move

Catch a flying fist of fury no lesson in Kung Fu

All that barking I'll open your top if son woof (sunroof)

This nigga gonna die for actin' deadly

Snub nose ring on a rapper like Makaveli

For actin' scary I'm in your hood like this not yo' block

So call me James Earl Jones when that Roscoe pop

Pardon me when I palm her it got a joyful noise

Pop in the clip and I'm flippin' on 'em like The Hardy Boys

I mean this blazer I got don't come in Corduroy

The gun'II pull your front'll hang out like a corner store

You think you fuckin' with Magic you must be smoking wire

This round here could tell y'all who the dopest writer

I hit this boy scouts camp just to forty five ya

This marshmellow'II get s'more if I open fire

I hope you die when your round done playing gutter

Smack you done sending these scraps I'm demanding supper

The can'll blucka any fucker wit'chu that came to root

Get 21 when I buck it like a game of hoops

Don't panic brother you'll say somethin' then run

If its beef at steak I'm A-1 then some

Fuck talkin' if you want them Tecs (texts) I'll send some

Magic shots flew like H1N1

I'll let a .380 spray on these baby ape

I'll put Jones in a box you better say your grace

You know Grace Jones, Jones Box, say your grace

That Tommy Lee Jones Men in Black like Agent K

[Round 1: Chilla Jones]

Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip

Every time I see you my nigga, it's the same shit

12 battles in you rarely ever change shit

That's why ya name Magic you only good for the same trick

So let me guess, in the Lou' you bang with real guerillas

And Jones a clone cause you can see the "ill" in "Chilla"

Or maybe bullets a fill a dome when you peel a chrome

To kill Jerome when you put me on ice, that's how you chill a Jones

But like perm head 'Verb said "name flips, that's an amateurs move"

That's what you amateurs do, now let show you how the animals do

For that bull I'm bison, that'll show you nigga Jones the G.O.A.T

This cat will (cattle) die here from a cal (cow) tucked in my over coat

I bare (bear) arms and buck for the doe when I hold the toast

So if you dare (dear) snake my dogs I oughta (otter) go for (gopher) broke

I'm supposed to joke?

Nah I'm a use schemes to break you

But since you reppin' them C's then to the seas I take you

Ya ex say I'm ill (ell), that's a bad trick

She fish for compliments I tune her (tuna) out, keep my lips sealed

And that's it, you pipe her on a (piranha) bed

She don't howl a bit (halibut)

Mad stiff so, baby doll finna (dolphin) wail (whale)

Like she never had dick

So that's land and that's sea, but in case I ain't clear

Let's go to one last place and I'm a take you through the air

Now all ya ex chickens wanna swallow a cock or two (cockatoo)

So while you sippin' hen/Hen'

I'm a have them coo-coo pigeons hawking you

So duck if them two cans (tucans) squawk at you

Blue tooth so I'll (owl) take the eagle and pair it (parrot)

And watch it talk to you

Stop it dude, fans raving (raven) like you go hard

You'll see hawks cause foul can (falcons) get ya throat scarred

Start robbin', snatch ya canaries when I bow god

BNE flow I just hit you with some crow bars

I'm Larry Bird when I grab my waste

Reppin' Boston with 2 Tre's (32) to shoot in Magic's face

With them eights my team Bucks no Wisconsin

And you PG sophomores be slick talking

Trying to bully who? Us, the freshman?

Huh, well I'm shit starting

With two eights (28) behind the locker like Chris Johnson

I'm 'bout to flip, told John John to dash out

Seen Ciddy and JC and had them mags out

And Magic still took this battle but should've backed out

With this Virginia Tech/Tec I'm taking that whole class out

See cats doubt I can win like it ain't worth one try

Since they all lying/lion guess I gotta hurt son pride

Order the blazer, one tie, a white shirt hung dry

So when this dick head get cut, a suit for sir, comes sized/circumcised

I sigh, but at least you got a Tux when you die

And who bettin' on Magic?

Good so you ain't the only one putting bucks on this guy

Homie shoulda brought Harlem here with 'em

Cause it's gon be a murder with Clips unless lucks (Lux) on ya side

Get struck from the ride til you d.i.e. (Ready To Die) you small minded

I'm 'bout my B.I. G, but wait B.I.G., put it together and make a word now

And hold on to it I get to the third round

Absurd sound in ya apartment of clapping

The neighbors talking to the sergeant and captain

All they saw was 20 out that black and silver

Like they watching (washing) McFadden

And a body on magic carpet like they watching Aladdin

Imagine the better man lose, try to throw a combo

Get John Doe'd before you ever land two

You getting' clocked, watch, it's time to reprimand dude

So fight ours (hours), a minute before ya second hand move

Gun drawn, he freeze like "Chill, I ain't the war type."

But which body part should I hit? I ponder more like

I'm thinking the knee, BLAOW!, he hit the floor, yikes

I'm thinking the chest, blaow!-blaow!, I hit his core twice

Then I walk up on the body...put his face on my four sight , now I'm thinking the head BLAOW! Now that's four sight (FORESIGHT)

You hear the crowd roar like "WOOOH!" that's why they hate ya boy

Cause having Flair that ain't even in ya Nature Boy

Your X wet (X-MEN) cause I'm a Beast like Hank McCoy

The way the toy a kill these (Achilles) men I bet you think of Troy

BOSS TOWN!

[Round 2: B Magic]

B Magic vs. Chilla Jones, who can rap better?

I'm knowing this a saying but fucking with this crack nigga

You gonna end up dead or behind bars I'm that nigga

Pitch bullets to your stomach your homie gonna be your back catcher

I'll spin 'em til it jam like a club song

You dead wrong Mia Long wouldn't Love Jones

You must be blind you looking for I where (eye wear)

Glasses frame off contact ask me if I care (eye care)

See I'm prepared for any punch that he may land

Instead of getting bucked in sections like a pay plan

You gon get these arms stretching like Space Jam

Right hook you'll get rocked to sleep like a caveman

I can't stand this niggas schemes I don't get the chump

What thug rap about solar systems like that shit is crunk?

He say a bar an slow it down like we missed the junk

We gonna call Chilla Johnny Cage cause he split the punch

I'll tell you what, if he got to tripping

These cans'II open up busting if I got the biscuits

I can teach you something nigga you gotta listen

So pay and hope that I school you he got to wishing (tuition)

Let's turn it up I get the ratchets to clap him

What bastard gon back'em after I start this massive attack You got burners then clap'em

Cause Magic be blastin it after'em

Get a cap to his chest like the National Anthem

Now these some mothafuckin bars let's get this through

It ain't a damn thing broke when I get the tools

You'll get alarm(ed), clocked if I hit the snooze

When you battle a Star Jones you get The Views

This nigga probably call the cops and have a telethon (tell-a-thon)

I ain't never lying, I'll beat the shit outta Elton John

I'll walk up on this bitch nigga with a mega 9

That nina blew (blue) around heads like MegaMind

This B Magic mothafucka acknowledge me

Big straps that'll take that back like apologies

And honestly we can throw those hands I came to tussle Serious (Serius)

I give Jones some Clips he can't rebuttal

This motherfucker be on some make believe rap and shit Homies ask Chilla to ride he start acting sick

But you follow niggas with the choppa ain't that some shit

I'm at the window with the choppa I'm Malcolm X

See watch it G, bounce back like 2 squares

Mohawks (more hawks) then cool hair, can it ball like pools near

You'll get a bulldog under your mug like root beer

If you wanna die III book bags like school gear

I'll roll up at night night you a dead nigga

Two K's (2K) take him out the game like Reg Miller

This round Chris Brown take it to the head nigga

Leave your homies Smokey on your porch like Craig nigga

B muthafucking Magic

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]

Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip

Every time I see you my nigga, it's the same shit

We two rounds in, you rarely ever change shit

That's why name Magic you only good for the same tricks

It's either name flips or punchlines back to back

Well I could do it too which makes the next round action packed

That 'matic clap, let ya can spit they aim to trust

Them riders trained to bust (bus) like public transit

My fans stick in the building I'm now known

And when this connect (disconnect) all he gon hear is a dial tone

Clown Jones next to ya broad, I'm letting 20 fire

Shoot and knock juice from your apple, now ya blood beside her (cider)

Thugs could be riders until it's bombs away

Only time son pulling my card is on Father's Day

Look I see through pussies like lingerie

The fifth clap it get the kid napped like John Benet

No being calm today I'm getting cocky on 'em

But still on (stallion) my sly shit, going Rocky on 'em

Your crew getting air lifted when that shotty on 'em

That's the only time you seen a choppa with bodies on 'em

I'm warning all they partners

Cause it hard to get blue/blew up out a pussy like Beyonce doctors

How they thought they'd stop us?

Soldiers in them hoodies let me find out you bold enough to push me

Only cause them Crips rolling with you like you Tookie

Make you tumble now them Crips rolling with you like you took E

But how he look G copping plain clothes like a undercover

Dudes I brought with me got semi's like a bunch of truckers

See I ain't nerdy like them other suckers

So if you don't watch ya step, POP!

That'll be a mother fucker

Niggas tough til they get that phone call I got ya girl trapped in the bathroom, I'm bout to kill her fam'

I know you got work here Magic, I need a milligrams

Give me a headache, them cals involved

Caps will peel then I'm a leave (Aleve) her bare on a towel and all (Tylenol)

That's what you do to niggas right?

You be robbing 'em and deading 'em?

Well how it feel to get a taste of ya own medicine?

See ya death was an expected fate

See money was sacrificed to the god like a collection plate

Oh ya protection great? I'm the department of housing

You'll move out as soon as you get your section ate (8)

I know what you thinking, you should've had somebody help you right?

Well I agree, you should've had somebody help, you right

Better yet, you should've had somebody help you right

I stretch marks the best bars he try to sell you lite (cellulite), right?

Well fat chance and that man could get a backhand too

That lead clap if he don't get his head wrapped like an Afghan do

You'll see inside his cap fam that's what these cats can do (cat scan)

But damn you, nigga Chill's the one If you the bar for bar king, I'm a punch until ya grill is numb

A body shot release the oxygen that filled his lungs

I leave the king with no air (heir) like I killed his son

Oh you above king? I pulled ya cards and they all fake

I'll jack your queen to leave your blood on the wall ace, wait...

"Wall," "Ace," put it together, make it a word now then hold onto it 'til I get to the 3rd round

I heard clowns talking saying I ain't a match for you

Huh... I am (M) A G, if I see (C) A L you gon' need something MAGICAL

In case you can't spell let me run that bar back for you

I M.A.G. if I C.A.L. you gon need something magical

I'm tactical

And right now I felt the need to show it I just spelled that word out and you and even know

It Boss town...

[Round 3: B Magic]

Scheme, scheme, scheme, scheme and some lame shit

Every battle I see this nigga he be doing the same shit

I'm raw pussy fuck your thoughts like cybersex

Tripping I'll run up on this nigga like a flight of steps

Have them hoes running out the truck like where the fire at

Pull out and leave this mark in the street like tire tracks

Boy it ain't a Heat fitted when I fire caps

And you couldn't get this title back with title match

With that bullshit you got money to burn if you buying that

A G strapped you'll get de-capped like a Tigers hat

This guy is wack I win(wind) chill and breeze passed

You soft don't make me get this nigga from the Bean bagged

Your bitch gimme long face like the Scream mask

She light up my joints like a Dreamcast

Magic I love it how your bitches daughter seeming

I had this nigga pushing daisies like Morgan Freeman

You think I'm playin"til that semi blam your dome

So lego (let go) of them games this ain't Indiana, Jones

Fuckin' nerd you never let the weapon spit

My whole team been locked up for possession like the Exorcist

So nigga miss me with that choppa bursting extra shit

You my son (Mysonne) I ain't gonna have none of that extra lip

I say its game time you'll get every punch from Tekken 6

I'll tell you what get sent back if you was Heaven sent

Put money on it I'll murk him for Jerome lettuce

In other words still a bus if Jerome Bettis

Kill a nigga on stage when I'm on

Feel the tip of these .44 and I'm taking your mic Jones

Who? Mike Jones I'm taking your life homes

Glen Johnson over hand right if we fight Jones

Boy you fucking with a heavyweight, ya soul lift

I mean Magic make him levitate

Your bitch can die just for picking up your celly late

I'll put a couple in his top like a wedding cake

Got something this cat'll lack (Cadillac) if it escalate (Escalade)

This nigga couldn't whip a vet if it was a Chevrolet

See I bring the peace (piece) to him like he meditate

Just know I will fire (welfare) and give your section 8

Let's get it straight

When that AR blucka you'll die wet when I buck it (bucket) like Ray Charles brother

But let me rephrases that bar that I was tryna say

I'll rock your frame with the heat like a fireplace

It's west side of St. Lou bitch don't get bagged

You wouldn't fucking with E but now you getting cash

I'm strapped with that Screaming Eagle like Six Flags

Stretch 'em soon as he hit the door like gym class

Do something besides schemes which yo' bitch ass

I want this mothafucka to jump get mad

Then big mac Rolling Stones like Mick Jag

Black eagle 5th to his chest like McNabb

I told him once

This muthafucka scared

I'm from the mothafucking Lou'

That's how we mothafucking play it

Beat me can you believe what this mothafucka said

Must have tripped fell and bumped his mothafucking head

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]

Punchline, punchline, name flip

They say I'm one dimensional too, here's where the game switch

Fuck the schemes and punchlines let's look at facts here

You said Real Deal's a teacher and YK's a cashier, who cares?

So you think when a nigga work we must get a 9 to 5

And just to get how a trigger work

So when you say you on your job with the 9 in ya grip, well me too

I'll breeze through, squeeze tools, lighten ya strip

And still make it back to work just in time for my shift

See punchlines is the shit but a mix give you that perfect style

Instead of using that one trick

Try being versatile

What else you got for the fans? You a disgrace to the game Magic

Earving Johnson played every position, you a disgrace to the name Magic

He could pass, shoot, rebound and play defense

Continue to improve and get better every season

So I'm a make it tragic cause I'm alone and I to y'all

Since he saying he sick I ain't gon play with Magic

He couldn't hang with his neck in a noose

With every punch I black on this bitch like domestic abuse

See the truth, you want more money and think URL is hating you

This out ya class they named the Don King and don't let you get a pay per view

But if sonny ain't listing (Sonny Liston) me top 10 he's crooked fam'

Soon as I threw my hat in (Hatton) the ring, he shoulda ran

(Duran)

Survive, you may, whether (Mayweather) I weigh when we tie son (Tyson)

But ain't you the (Juda) same dude that said I would die son (Dawson)

Listen, not one right nor 10 bows (Bowe) could slow me still

We know who top 3 in the Lou is (Lewis) so homie chill

You cold though (Cotoo) but Mosley reel

But Jonesy peel with that four man (Foreman)

I leave bullets in every hole he fill (Holyfield)

Show me skill, show me skill, do something different

Shit I ain't stopping you, but you can't

So you ain't fucking with Jones Jr. that's why I'm boxing you

A shot or two make a G new car spin, before you use your blinker

Bullets going through that black T you (U) are (R) in (N)

But wait...T U R N, put it together and make a word now

And hold on to it, wait... this is the 3rd round

Ayo Magic where ya strap is at?

You Siegfried and turn Roy when my cats attack

He grab a pen and tell a (Penn And Teller)

Young chick to call cause they gotta chill

See Magic don't even card tricks before he cop a feel (Copperfield)

Now those words to remember, who know what those 3 be now?

Don't matter, he 'bout to die from one punch Houdini style

Don't say shit or my clique could make it get painful

Act Big while it's my turn (WALLACE) and meet Chris Angel

{Chokes}