[Round 1: B Magic]

Yo, so DNA the next smile I gotta smack straight

These cans is where you’ll die call them Mac Dre

What I control ought to delete your whole back space

He tryna win, jumpin’ in the bag like a sack race

First Charlie, now the seed of Chucky? If this child play

Angry nigga hooping, there's gon' be a lot of foul play

I'll say, I’ll break the whole side of ya shit

Then something hot will, flame the whole side of ya whip

I got fried off the kite, I'm just being frank, shoot yo' Hecklers

A killa dog, you let Cujo check ya

Arm flippin’ with no judo lessons

He'll lift up, from the side like a sumo wrestler, bars

Open caps in ya mouth that ain't gold teeth

A flock of niggas with me, ain't none of them from Grove Street

You lyin’ through ya tooth, sayin' you gon' smoke me

I will drop your lil precious kid, I'm Mo'Nique

A lock pick and a machete what it took to kill him

All startin’ wit' ya crib like Tookie Williams

Get ya bars up, you gettin' the plot?

Come where the Lou is, I'll send a shot

I'm sick, too legit, hit ya chin go sleep

Eric'll strip and I ain't talkin' 'bout a window seat

Killer, a real midwest nigga that'll bury ya

Don't let me find Eric in the middle of America

Now breathe on it nigga, you never gonna kill a man

Turn Eric St. John to Gordon when I peel a can

You know, Eric Gordon from the Pelicans, the blicka blam

Give him hands, black half of his face like a Steelers fan

Ya freestyle is garbage, they make it seem hot

Nothin' polite about this aim, I got a mean shot

If I was prepaid for this card like Green Dot

You’ll get owned by the Ross, that’s ya Wingstop

So you can bring props, let me show you B the capo

And I'll take your head off with a sleepy hollow

If he don't follow he’s gon' fall when it spark

Nas and X, get your belly blew off from the start

Listen, a butcher knife'll cut him up until his liver show

Really though, put his plasma on the wall like a Vizio

Catch DNA tryna blog then the semi blow

VH1 niggas how I pop up videos

B mothafuckin' Magic

[Verse 1: DNA]

Ya last event was named Bars Over Names

I found that shit to be lame, SMACK

That was the worst event you've thrown in 4 years

That almost took you out the game SMACK

I've been on NOME, Summer Madness

As far as battle rap, those events change SMACK

So to get your company where it needs to be

You had to bring these names back, another Proving Grounds nigga

Guess this who I gotta step to

Well Like Kenneth Cole, I came here to address you

Whoever I message will get them text through

Your last battle wasn't a headshot but it was a chest wound

Cause you got the beats by Clips for real like The Neptunes

Let's move, all you do is punch, that's what yall call nice

These fans couldn’t see me bare to can chill like Coors Light

You ever been to prison starved for food or had to throw strong rights

No? So when B C time it was Before Christ

All you do is punch, make similes, and got a bunch of metaphors

But these fans gas you up that's ya only attribute

That's what they respect you for

You try to combine mad shit in one line, thinking less is more

So we gon call you Mr. Fantastic the way you stretch your ‘phors

But it's B motha fuckin Magic, you got a stupid flow

The type that say you'll get fucked up hair like Coolio

You bout to beat in this session like the studio

Once I put the star in the cast like a movie role

I'll let you ring on him like he won the Super Bowl

It's a sneaker event, he'll get laced and lose his sole

Fuck that, I live with the Dessie like Lucy show

And it’ll leave B Flat like a music note

But all them lines is simple and useless though

When I'm sayin’ shit like I'll leave your jaw split, ribs hurt

Face broken when you see this hulk in the ring, nigga it ain't Hogan

Imma give him cig after cig like I’m chain smokin’

So when I leave B flat, it'll be deaf like Beethoven

I ain't jokin’, I came here not today

I've got the Diddy and Da Band both to let my chopper spray

It's a wrap when I sing like Lotta Zay

You Fat Joe cause you Lean Back but couldn't put rock away

Ehh? Ehh?

That's all you gon give me when my shit is thorough

When I squeeze trays it'll give B K’s since we in this borough

[Round 2: B Magic]

I say yo, listen youngin', you got a don on deck

Rapper Randy Orton legend killer, I bomb on vets

I creep up on the side of Eric, put the nine on chest

Then bullets come out of St. John like Ron Artest, bars

You wanna hear something? DNA check me

Center stage, Magic AIDS if DNA deadly

Put, DNA Hefty that's a, DNA hefty

Let a, tip swab his mouth if DNA test me

I say, wrap with the Smith if I hear another Eric sermon

Barbarian, Clips wrote you a verse for me?

Then watch me school Eric, St. John university

Standing over a nigga masked up, it ain't surgery

You irkin’ me, niggas gon’ see the killa in me, the gorilla MC

Liftin’ heat out the vanilla Caprice

Scope St. John and bank mine, he getting some sleep

I wet the side of St. John like the Caribbean Sea

Fuck him, you wanna bar fest? Shit, watch me kill a geek

This nigga with the, Colt .45 ain't Billy Dee

That's a Sprite so the can got a lemon squeeze

You'll die, tryna set it off like Kim Elise

I'm too much for these lil' niggas, sparkin’ shots

Ridin’ around lookin’ for 'em like a parking spot

Let him give me his best shot like, that's all you got?

Serius, come and get the fade like a barbershop

I get it crackin’ when I'm stylin’ on mothafuckas

Get to stabbin’ this extra forehead havin’ mothafucka

I'm wildin' on these suckas, 'cause some of y'all tryna die

Cop a wheelchair when this nigga catch that iron side

You know nigga, cop, wheelchair, iron side

Masked up, light his ass up when that fire flies

The type of guy you never know when his gun spray you

You'll be sleep in a round like you unfaithful

Go on and on about carrying damn tools

Add seven Benjamins and I’ll bury this damn stooge

Nigga it’s common sense that Eric a damn fool

Who you trying to convince that Eric a bad dude?

Look, I’m who you see when it’s war

Dumpin’ the same gun Holla had to leave at the store

Or, you get a nightcap, give him the urn

You gon' need more than a ice pack if he return

B mothafuckin' Magic

[Round 2: DNA]

They gassed you up in that last round

But I won't lie that shit was hot

When you said that shit about the parking lot

Then you had some shit about a fade with Serius in the barbershop

But nigga you could be Serius cause this shit seems dd

I'm Math, you gon get this hook after these 16 bars

Now punchline, punchline, set up, name flip

Every time, hold on, I can't lie, I do the same shit

The only difference is I perform, scheme, deliver, you never change shit

So in the words of Chilla Jones “this is where the game switch”

How many of y'all want B Sides? Besides this nigga's ass

Behind came here to take his honey, Bee hive

You think you Bad Boy? When I get th singing I give B-5

You better behave before I take what B have

And see em in that black jeep and make sure these bullets are emptied

When I catch you on that black street

Clap heat, you’ll spend life behind when you get these Mac’s

B, you pussy, you shook to see violence

So when you see D, make sure every bar code like Pusha T's album

My last battle was like D’Jango

I left that nigga from the D silent

So you don't gotta join Big T's crew for me to make B quiet

Imma make this kid's book when I’m uploadin’ the chapter

They gon’ have to fix you in the US, B like a broken adapter

I get that hammer, reload it and clap ya

So when I give B 4, he won't know until after, damn my mind's different

They gon say this nigga from New York won when my rhymes finish

Ya life gon see and end when my 9’s spittin’

So when I end B, see it won't be an eyewitness

Now that might be news to yall, but those lines finished

Now you battle Trav and they amped you up like your rhymes is ill

But you lost to B Real like Cypress Hill

Now you wanna get in the ring and try to play me?

Well if you knew what’s in store than you know I don’t toy with this KB

You tryna gamble but we ain't in AC

I could battle a nigga in 12 cities, in 12 streets

Take the same nigga 12 times, kill him in 12 weeks

If this was your album, all of your sales weak

So what can I gain, wait

When I give you this pound you’ll take this “L” B

Gain weight, pounds lb

Now you wanna act like you nice but you stupid man

I heard Clark Kent's in the building so he gon front like he’s Superman

That’s only gon get him killed when I hold them things

And since you playin’ Superman, your career will be in the lowest lane

Y'all niggas asked for a battle, this shit done got deadly

Ya'll gave me a nigga that came out

When they made the song rock steady

Sneaker Beast, yall know my slogan (get him the fuck outta here!)

Hell no, this shit is not heavy

This new shit I meant to do is called you are not ready!

No seriously, when you battles Young Kannon, you were not ready!

When you battled M. Ciddy, you were not ready!

Them hoodies and sneakers suck, they are not ready!

Give em some new gear, he is not ready!

[Round 3: B Magic]

You already done from the last rounds, I dead him early

With 30 warriors, and I ain't talkin’ Stephen Curry

30 more men before midnight, that's 11:30

Bitch I'm 'bout to act a ass like Eddie Murphy

I keep somethin’ big tucked for the tusslin’

When I say them arms around me I'm not cuddling

You ducking ‘em, have the whole crowd looking Muslim

Reload the clip, so many times you think it's buffering

Who fucking wit', Magic the best ever, the next nigga

Get sixth man, who playing games with a dead nigga?

I said nigga that hood shit, we on it homie

Let's see what DNA about when the chrome is on me

What? You ain't catch it? Yeah nigga, chromosome

I rock and roll with this magazine, I'm a rolling stone

West side of St. Louis when the Loc is home

Bitch I be in that trap house like Home Alone

Hang yourself, I kill niggas

Where Charlie at? Boy I'm slaying ya' lil' sister

For real, the shit that he be sayin’ is wack

The more he show off y'all think that DNA is a match, fact

He been dead, left jab a light swing

But you gon' have to fight the power if I do the right thing

Release clips as it go down like livestream

Boy I clear shit out like Visine

My nigga, go dome shot for head kill

Better hope Harlem Hospital got a bed still

'Cause Charlie crib the last time I let the lead peel

You beat- I’ll run in the same spot like treadmills

You on a killing spree? I'm breaking the chain

Raising the flame, you niggas better stay in ya lane

Ducking is cool now? Battle rappers making a change

Wreck-It Ralph-ass niggas running 'way from the game

Google me, I'm legendary on the mic

You had battles, but none of them were steppin’ to you right

Banana sit it in the chopper, hope you exit wit' your life

Clips sing a long time, like karaoke night

I said it once, these mothafuckas scared

I'm from the mothafuckin' Lou, that’s how a mothafucka play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this (mothafucka said?

You must’ve slipped, fell and bumped yo' mothafuckin' head)

B mothafuckin' Magic nigga

[Round 3: DNA]

You wanna keep talking shit with Lux and Clips like this bastard's deadly

They should’ve called Lux to come to the battle so I could get your casket ready

Now some niggas gon say it ain't written, don’t act like it ain't no free

But you gon get this work if you ain't on yo JO-B

Now this the 3rd round right here, in other words the closed casket

This is where I kill you, you break out, I make niggas break out

The difference is so drastic

That last bar should make it clear as hell, that’s this pro’s active

But I'm…[unclear]…They only hired me to coach Magic

Since you're from the Lou, I'll send you to Heaven early to get a early view

They said to kill him for the cream but I said he's not a worthy dude

You dying to battle O-Red, but I feel like he’ll murder you

So you’ll live up to the name Magic

You won't get to that jersey nigga till you 32

But you sick and we know you are so how you gon get the hoes cuz?

I mean they know you infected so they ain't gonna let you bone cuz

Ya name Magic, that’s stupid, that’s equivalent to no love

But it makes sense why you crip, cuz you scared of your own blood

You never pop triggers, never been a block dealer

Let off them shots quicker, you new to the clippers, you Doc Rivers

I spot niggas, it's no Biggie so just be Kool G

Around here we face niggas man to man, fuck the 2-3

When I squeeze techs, it’ll get B X’d like Oun P

Or I could let this cig smoke him to make this nigga from the Lou see

Cig smoke him. Lucy, that’s why the cops is chasin’ me

For bringin’ the four to home like adoption agencies

And y'all watchin’ while these bars rockin’

In this ring imma get rid of Magic man like Bernard Hopkins

So you gonna need more than Obama to make it change

These bars like Drake after you hear them they ain't the same

I reload once that 8’ll bang

I get rid of Magic when this appear like I'm David Blaine

You makin’ a face like that ain't shit like that shit ain't hot Magic

You better shut the fuck up when I rhyme you better stop Magic

Before I come through and reload and I blam those Magic

Ya punches hit or land though Magic

This nigga think he got the iron power

I guarantee you that last bar will make this nigga silent now

If it's war, lock on his head I bet he’ll fall back

Got the sweeper and the long nose, both of them point caps

Who is black kiddin’? Y'all gon see Magic lose

Oh, y'all can't spell? It don't matter

I could kill him no matter which craft I use