[Round 1: B MAGIC]

Ill Will, the 106 & Park man

Slash the regular trash 106 & Park nigga

Magic’s should kill him with this .32, I'm a star sinner

So if it’s beef is a wrap like a tortilla

Midget with an attitude; I got a short temper

Either you get jaw bender or I paw print ya

You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler

Or get the metal round Will like a car fender

I’m from the hood, you call it the Slum Slum

But never been that broke to dump guns for hun buns

But for the cake the lil niggas where I come from

Will choke you up for them jewels you better run, son

It’s too late to pack them up once I plug Will. You doubt that?

Let’s see if this pussy nigga about that

Take dawg out for this shit; that’s a house pet

Send bad niggas in ya crib; that’s a houseguest

I'm out back if you feeling I'm some kind of chump

All of this aggression, I assume that you're not a punk

D.C. sniper shit, got lil’ niggas poppin’ trunks

Hit a switch and lift Will up with this hydraulic pump

If I give him 8 bet his chin will break taking out you and two of you niggas that’s a triple play

You choke against the Roc? Smack, who is this nigga? Triple H

Nigga pray, or you can get your whole cap Crystal Lake'd

Whoever helped write for Will help him write his will

You light for real, why? You the nigga that bore me

I turn around and let it fly on any nigga that saw me

Shawn Carter with this Glock; I’m still spittin’ at 40

And the car you fuck moms in is a mother ship?

Suck a dick, you got these people thinking you’re fuckin’ sick

I guess you on some other shit, 40 got a rubber grip

I peel those (pillow) cases over his face, I'ma smother shit

Real nigga, I got leaders that’ll follow you

You’ll wake up buried in a box like Gothika

Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers

I’m a star with this blue flag like Somalia

I will body ya, end another hater

Get to busting [?] pull off in the peanut butter scraper

I send him to his maker, Magic even hit the neighbors

Just to get my point across like the ending of a prayer

Hit him with the fifth, get it if you trip

Boot Will (wheel) like it’s unpaid tickets on the whip

I’m ridiculous with this shit

{chokes}

Magic let the 9 spit

Give Will the chrome and I ain’t tryna get my ride pimped

See some niggas don’t know it’s drama till the gun fire

I just call it how I see it; I’m the umpire

I’m in ya hood nigga hoping that I run by ya

In Pontiac with the 5th like I’m a drunk driver

Big dusty ass nigga

Tell him calm it down before I bomb that nigga

Another Conceited reject I got a palm

That nigga slow it down, you speed it up, we got a Con/Yak nigga

I say pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture

The tall can open up but that 5th a licker/liquor

I got my killer, I don’t play by the shells

Clips hang out by the MACs like Saved By The Bell

[Round 1: ILL WILL]

Shut yo' punchline bitch ass up

I mean we all like punch lines but it ain’t that often we need the shit

That’s why niggas want you to go battle Lil Mama

I mean Conceited, shit

But it’s Ill Will in this bitch, listen here

When I run up on Magic I got something that’ll make him disappear

Ya’ll ain’t feeling that? That wasn’t hot shit?

Then why the fuck was ya’ll gassing

To Don Demarco in Roc shit?

He another Kerr. I’m sick as fuck, he bitchin’ up

I run upon him and his mans with that pistol tucked

Like, "Give it up! Is you just talkin’ that dope or is you holdin’ that brick or what?"

When that steel blow that’s a double dildo

Both of you bitches fucked!

They say "Ill, when you see Magic you gotta do him rough."

I say "Man, he gon’ catch all these clips like a movie buff."

When the Yak nigga ask you what’s the problem

Do not answer

You can catch all these cigs till you got cancer

Big things shootin’ out big dummies like Lamont Sanford

Fella please, quit tellin’ these people you committin’ felonies

And you hella deep

You just talk about that war: you Tel Aviv

I'll hit this big bitch with that big can like Della Reese

Now bring it back

Cause he say he the big dawg but he hardly bite

He talk gun-busting, but he hardly fight, but my army strike

So when that black thing stu-stu stutter

It ain’t the boxer trying to hail a cab on a Harlem Night

Somebody spitting that dope, bring that spoon here

Comfortable anywhere, keep them goons near

Went from PG to BET to Summer Madness 3

What are these top tiers doing here?

It’s ironic cause it’s wintertime

But I’m just heating up since June’s here

Attacking with the MAC, once I blast him it’s a wrap

3 shots will get B tre'd (betrayed) like I stabbed him in the back

Magic ain’t dumpin’ no fucking heat, he a fucking geek

He got y’all so fooled till I run in the crib with that bird

He won’t come out the room like Uncle Pete

But as far as these niggas, they incredible

No, they not incredible, wait

They got an incredible trait to be incredibly fake

But my credibility alone

Lets you niggas know my credit is great

Fuck it, let’s really go punch-for-punch, we can make it go viral

I will bring pain to your idol

I ain’t like none of you niggas, I’m just taking your title

He ain’t slanging shit

Last time we seen Magic with a bird was game 7 of the ’84 finals

But me and my niggas, connected like Italians

So let this newbie know

I had that thing pointing at his head like Coolio

Knock out his brains like the tooly though

They’ll see Magic everywhere

They won’t know if it’s a crime scene or a David Blaine studio

You think I give a fuck who he hang with

Or question do he spray clips?

I watched the fat faggot nigga son you in the Lou'

Your movement ain’t shit

Y’all a bunch of crime fighters on bowel movements

Y’all on some super gay shit

But as far as my niggas we’ll make a mess with this shit

I tell them clean it up, they disinfecting shit

I don’t respect your clique

Me and my niggas vesting shit

Still crawling through rice fields that’ll send bullets in Crips shin (encrypton) like hidden messengers

I thought I was gone choke nigga

What you do to a nigga that punchline? Rope-a-dope niggas

Yak Town in this bitch

[Round 2: B Magic]

So you the nigga that be talking like some big rasta?

No DNA, it gets dreadful with this wig rocker

I pull out that Christopher Wallace, that's a Big Poppa

My crew see fiction in these marks, that's stigmata

Get Rich Dolarz, that's choked if you ain't get it well

You buying that III shit? Magic got the sicker cell/sale

You entering in The Hunger Games you can get a shell

I'm riding with that fire on me like District 12

Either the stairway to Heaven or I give em hell

Cause if I have gotta get the hammer I'ma get him nailed

I'm from the motherfuckin Lou' you must've slipped and fell

I'm different in that black mask like Christian Bale

Dark Knight, fuck that, let's get gangsta

You'll see me in Pontiac like a disc changer

I beat the nigga that beat you, don't forget stranger

You couldn't get over that Roc, that's a cliffhanger

Let's spit some bars, heard [?]

If he rollin with the Cal he probably X-Factor cousin

But if my Tec clap and dumping, hit chest, back and stomach

I'm rolling with the Cal' (Cowell) like the X-Factor judges

Bring it on, Magic keep a strap up in my palm, bring it

We'll answer to y'all heathens, give dap to ya mom even

You Will, Smith or this Mac collapse in ya jaw region

Carlton Banks, I get to snapping with these arms swinging

See y'all reaching, my sick flow is clever real niggas

All my gangstas and my 6 hoes will tell ya

Got a 40 and a nina, them clips long as ever

Call it G.E. and Black Donald, them shits go together

For a grand a couple pricks from Pontiac can die

You a fag, yes send a G to ya address

He ain't catch that, G 2, GTO, you better dash black

I get the vibe, you got some fire birds, get his ass tacked

You know something I never heard? Will's a beast (wildebeest)

Apes will clap, better shield ya top like a Raiders hat nigga

You in the DanjaZone, face the facts

This AR can says (Kansas) it'll raise a back (Razorback)

Ya last battle, definition of what sloppy is

The nigga with the iron forearms/4 arms ain't Bobby Diaz

I was training with the Tommy Gun on some Rocky shit

Will son, you better split like The Karate Kid

I'm cold nigga, think one nigga who spit it better

Why they calling me the best? You gon see tonight

I run in off his shit like Condelezza Rice

I let him talk to an angel like The Preachers Wife

You too weak to write and ya freestyle is off III

I pop in the clip and he got the flippin when it caught Will

Did you catch it? Got to flippin, cartwheel (caught Will)

I'm showing you what a line meant (Alignment) without a car wheel/Will

See I'm a spitter, you a rapper, there's a difference nigga Freestyle, does that sound better than ya writtens nigga? Forget it nigga, you gon' die here alone I kill this nigga

And I ain't talkin Nasir Jones

Pause, Kelis nigga, Nas, I'm too sick

I will lay this nigga out flat like a new fit

Cause you trash nigga, I bag niggas I don't give a fuck if you mad nigga

I GLAD niggas

B Motherfuckin Magic

[Round 2: III Will]

I'm 'bout to kill shit right on stage

You took III Carlton line and he right on stage

What the fuck?

But they say III a bully, I mean that's how it could be

But if you do something a nigga disrespect you on or off stage you gotta do something

That's how it should be

But if he disrespect me, I might stay see (Stacy) cause at least you know (Alicia) if I catch you rolling (Roland) with (Slim)

You could get that ass clap, that's how it would be

Now y'all think I'm just rambling on, but I'm telling y'all how it could go

What, I said, Mike, Stacy, Alicia, Roland, Slim, that's the Wood hoe

The fuck I'm supposed to be happy you reached out?

I ain't got no heart nigga

Ask Huggins, I already did push ups on y'all arch nigga

My bars is on hell b, what the fuck is a nigga that's sorry gon tell me?

Young Gun shooting with them old Rockets, that's Mario Elie

We lost too many niggas this year, we mad stressed

Money wasn't even an issue, we done had less

So we make that bag stretch

Let Magic trip, we don't half step

Come to that crib with that 22, 3, 45 Mac 11, AK 47

In other words, we put so many numbers on his house we gave em a new address

Magic's a blast, put this faggot in the past

I told my young dog "pack a deck of cards, a wand and a rabbit"

Translation; put Magic in a bag

I see him with his chick smack her on her ass like "Who fuckin this bitch?"

Put ya Doggs in a Pound for Snoopin, Daz/Kurupt in this bitch

So many shots to the stomach, he feelin like he threw up in this bitch

To a Yak nigga, that's a rush to em it's like we off Shrooms

Nigga we grew up in this shit

Smack, tell em I'm from the Yak, down the street from Joe Louis

I'm that killer masked up behind them lines, I'm Ray Lewis

We can take it back to yo' hometown in St. Louis

With heavy shooters, and you still gon die on yo own court

You Reggie Lewis!

You nobody til somebody kills you, that's what Biggie taught

Think you can outrun these shells?

That's what Ricky thought!

You figured you was a Renegade, when facts is

When you in the Danja Zone you ain't a killer, that's what Mickey thought

I'm past real, y'all give these fans that fag feel

Go against my grain you gon; need more than an Advil

I blast steel, that thing hit him harder than Adolf Hitler gas bill

So what you gon do? No pun intended

Gun extended if he act nigga, another fake trap nigga

You only known in the Lou' because you wack nigga

But man, me? That's push ups under a Grand Prix

I got Pontiac on my back nigga

I feel niggas hating, but fuck it I peep it "BOW!"

I bet for a week he (Wiki) leaks like a government secret

And you look like yo pussy stink, fuck it I'm acting rude tonight

I feel like I got something to prove tonight

Smack I ain't sign no contract, so it ain't no rules tonight

I'm devoted to this, so if I get that reason to pull that tool tonight

He'll leave Earth when (Wind) it Fire, that's how I groove tonight

Yak Town in this bitch!

[Round 3: B Magic]

Ill Will beat Magic? My nigga that's a knee slapper

Call me Lebron/Favre nigga that's a Heat Packer

Weak rappers ain't gon never win this way

See Will skill gon have to be Independence Day

Why lay Millz on him? I could leave the Raw smoking

Come to the battle talkin you leave with ya jaw broken

Seeing black drawing from the belt called the Hulk Hogan

Gun butt em, clip a (Clipper) crack head like Lamar Odom

Let's keep it real, glad these niggas laughing bruh

Act funny then this mill will (Dennis Miller) have you cracking up

That's Real Talk, you nothing more than tired

I wish he would, fangs burn him when this four is fired

Listen, just know you picked the right nigga on the wrong day If I say you lost, just give me that, "I know" face

Steel running I slide back to ya home base

You need a bullet? I got what you want like Nicole Wray

House Party, load up and ride in that fo' play

For the cream peel that cap back over your plate

Fuck Yak I'm more of Henny mixed with Rozay

The Mitten not big enough for a killer, I'm O.J

A team real nigga look at y'all awkward

Reach in and get the cross over like Jamal Crawford

The kush a swisha sweet shawty, the cigar sparker

Roll up and killer hit the tree like I'm Paul Walker

The king author/Arthur, sitting nice on that round table

Now a G gotta show y'all that he round the beast

He freestyle and make that wack shit sound elite

But I'll give him the blues if Will down to me

Let's play pussy, I'm looking for him, Tommy fat nigga

You found him and I just clown him when I palm the Mac Miller

Come at me and get washed I laundromat niggas

Get a G 8/ate that scratch the Pontiac nigga

Nigga fo sho' you gonna get beat proper

B Magic buckle a bitch chest like a flee collar

You get degrade Doug Fresh like a beat boxer

With 30 bullets cross ya chest like Rasheed Wallace

Let's get it poppin, let's get this shit on the move

Cause it's true, if these rapping ass niggas is on the loose

Freddy Krug' dreams on ya killin em on the tube

Get slayed with this Nicholas sittin up on the roof

I'm a fool, you gon hear that .38 pull

Pull a nigga up out the whip like GTA IV

Mean I'll give em a signal and you see 8 more

Swing iron and give the nigga from PG A Tour

Do I have to grab a pump and air Will/wheel

Or just pop the trunk, cause I ain't trying to spare Will/wheel

This square feel all the heat from the Tec steam

Cause I'm armed with the hot metal like a step team

I told em once, these motherfuckers scared

I'm from the motherfuckin Lou' that's how a motherfucker play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this motherfucka said?

He must've slipped, fell and bumped his motherfuckin head

B Motherfuckin Magic

[Round 3: III Will]

You was reppin Street Status on your rookie shit

You still are?

Oh okay I was just making sure cause OG B YN that's pussy shit

OGBYN that's pussy shit?

But I don't really like doing that style

Cause all of y'all niggas suck dick it's just a swallowing act

Get it? All y'all nigga suck... see you was just following that

I heard Magic trying to see me

I say you wanna beat III you can't figure out how to beat me

Figure out how to be me

Now I gotta expose Magic on cam' Like Morgan Freeman in Now You See Me

Watch me control the room, ferocious goon

Kill him dead, bury him, open tomb, hold it to him, blow it through him

If I put this dip shit on my hit list

I could get Magic took out the game Quicker than Irving Johnson with an open wound

Grab the Smack check, niggas acting like Magic taking back steps

Y'all must've thought I was lying when I said the Yak next

I mean, yeah you Magic but, more like Penny Hardaway after Shaq left

I mean what's good Magic?

It's action packed in my hood Magic

Since this war locked (warlock) I studied ya craft

Which (witch) is how I understood Magic

They think I won't come to his house?

Well okay then I be outside smoking a cig in the AM

Soon as he cracked the door I flipped Magic's with that CIG in the AM

Hold up that's magic how I did Magic cause with Magic that's CIG in the AM

I'm the one, we cash chasing

Young guns follow him soon as they park

They spraying the windshield like a bum at the gas station

Heart froze, once my arm fold it'll night ya

Two piece than an uppercut

Got him sounding like Lamar Odom in a cipher

I don't feel shit for this nigga

Callin me and underdog only gon bring the Pit out this nigga

I will cock back smack the bitch out this nigga

Hit em with a "god damn!"

Followed by a "Dawg, he just beat the shit out this nigga"

You on ya top 5 shit?

Not now bitch

Y'all call him a big dog I say he on his Chihuahua shit

I will put Magic in a box look at his moms like, "Ha ha bitch."

But if she start crying just to lighten the mood I'll split Magic in two like "voila bitch!"

You might of whipped DNA on the card, Will can adapt to that

Some are salty/saulting cause I'm back flippin on stage like a acrobat

Is you mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga

Cause I can't stand the bitch

My Jamaican nigga hit me up y'all, mad as shit

He said "III, I'm mad you didn't call me for the Tay Roc battle. But fuck it we good

Long as you bring me Magic back to the Yak so I can get him drunk in the hood."

He said "Give him that Lionz Den." I said, "Define it then."

Pull that Tech 9 out that Arsonal and ya Lux gon be Goodz

But just make sure you give me a few Dolarz and get my bread right

Cause once that Clips in the AK

It's Tay Tay, Roc leaving with his HEAD ICE'd

Yak Town in this bitch!