[Round 1: B Magic]

You finally stopped duckin', well let's get straight to work

I grab the tools, 'bout to act a fool like it's April 1st

Fifth'll blow, lift your soul, this is no day in church

Sex on the beach: this bitch gon' get laid in dirt

Listen up, Reggie, I hop up out the Cavalier, them shots flame

Bandana on me with the 30-30: I'm John Wayne

Conceited gon' catch every shell it contain

Then I'm runnin' back to the Cavalier: LeBron James

He thinkin' he sick, now that's a hypochondriac

Thinkin' he sick? Don't give a fuck how hyper Con react

I say I buck the machine, I bet he changed: that's a laundromat

Steel peel, somethin' ill will hit his Pontiac

Am I the meanest? Sho' 'nough, well, let's convers'

I heard a Rone dissin' Con verse, he kiss a Converse

He'll be puffy tryna dance with me: Fonzworth

9 burst, P.O. nigga: I'm makin' Con work

I'm never scared, it's B Magic with this bone crusher

Fuck the ambulance, you might as well call a Ghostbuster

When this 4 touch ya; I'm tellin' you good

You'll see a crazy K if you don't get your tail from the hood

It's B Magic, the 4 holder, I'm more doper

Don't make me call up the war soldiers, the war's over

Ain't nothin' good about me reachin' in that Toyota

See, Con dough will get tooken: that's a foreclosure

Your whole name say "I wanna be defeated"

What kind of straight nigga say, "I wanna be Conceited"?

I'm heated and strapped, slid in with the crew

I done broke more niggas down than Hidden Colors 2

How you want it? Say it and I'll kill that nigga

I'll slap the shit out of this Kevin Hart built-ass nigga

See, I don't feel that nigga, this K shine, you can zip him up

Don't smoke Reggie, but somethin' blunt will spill his guts

Turn up, from where they movin', lootin' and shootin' that boy

St. Louis truest, you seen the news and we shootin' them toys

Give me room and I'm movin' on you and your unit of yours

To keep the beef fresh, I brought somethin' aluminum for you

My flow's sicker, you talkin' like you dumpin', shoot some

Wahlberg and Denzel, nigga: I brought two guns

So do somethin', don't say I ain't tell him

I'll stick him up with the Dillinger like Baby Face Nelson

I am here, B Magic versus Tevin Campbell—can we talk?

Catch bullets, that's what the 80 for: Randy Moss

Back in my arms again, I am the boss

I will survive 'til we meet again like Diana Ross

Google that, your snitch ass, that shit made up

Kevin Gates: your bitch ass'll get ate up

For nonbelievers who thinkin' I won't get you killed

Just take it from me, you'll get the steel

I walk up on him like, make the right move

Thirty thou in thirty minutes or I'ma take your life, fool

He said, "Haaah?", I buck the 40 on him, he like alright, cool

Now that's progressive after I pull the Name Your Price tool

[Round 1: Conceited]

Yo, it's what y'all been waitin' for

Conceited vers' B Magic, this is a homi'

I'm the one that taught this kid how to drop his shit

Made him get on the potty

Y'all done finally put the Karate Kid against Mr. Miyagi

But since y'all think Magic's worth it

I'ma be a plastic surgeon, ‘cause I'm fixin' a body

Nigga, you only rep the blue

'Til the death of you when it's beneficial

This nigga want to be very Crip 'til I leave him very crippled

Them real locs run up on him

You see a flag get dropped without a ref and whistle

So don't say that color's in your veins

And your Crippin' is dead official

‘Cause we all say you like Beyoncé

We don't believe that blue was ever in you

Nigga, you don't get the pistol or be dumpin' out the strap

You just runnin' out your trap

How is your name Magic

And you still ain't pullin' nothin' out the cap?

Nigga, I'm comin' with the gat

At the spur of the moment, that nose is longer

I'll put that Ginobili on ya

I took the heat out like Tony Parker

And a hollow killed yo' ass like Total Slaughter

It ain't no secret, faggot, you know I'm harder

My style's way better

Your style's too plain in the building like the Trade Center

Everybody can get these TEC's: it's like a chain letter

You gon' see one arm pop: Swave Sevah

For the smallest problems, let hollows from the K stretch ya

You can get hit by a tip over somethin' tiny like Mayweather

Y'all know this nigga's B Magic, Black Magic, June, that's real rap

But this nigga's real name is Jerry Douglas

That's not a punchline, that's real facts

Oh what, you thought that I didn't know?

Infrareds on top of hammers, beams with the scope

You gonna see a bunch of ratchets

And rednecks on Jerry like The Springer Show

Twin guns, I fill drums and you lift them both

I'm the type to raise up 2 black 4's to niggas like Different Strokes

Nigga, I will hit your folks when I'm sprayin'

Your whole family gettin' the clip like the Wayans

I'll even go to black church

With a pastor, ratchet, the deacon be singin'

"Let us pray! Bow your heads, and we Amen!"

Slow it down! I just dissed you!

I said pass the ratchet, the D can be singin'

Let us spray, we'll bow your heads when we aimin'

What?! What?! Nigga, I ain't playin'

What you gonna do when that gat bursts slugs?

Until you see that ratchet show like Bad Girls Club

Nigga, you gonna run to the crib, you ain't even sorta hard

Talkin' that jazz, I'll bring the shell to where you live like 40 Barrs

The reason you only makin' racket over the net like a tennis ball

Is because my style is somethin' Black jack without a deck of cards

I mean nigga, you stole my setups down to the way I say every bar

That's why nobody will ever know who the hell you are

How does it feel to steal everything like Aladdin

And it still didn't get you far?

So learn how to be your own fuckin' man, and man up, nigga!

I bet you won't swear to it and put your right hand up, nigga

That's how we know watchin' Seinfeld

The only time we'll see Jerry be a stand-up nigga, faggot!

I showed you how to do a battle with straight punches through

Pay attention, I'm just teachin' June: that's summer school

But he gon' act like he been rappin' like that

And nothin' was the same

Little shorty, stop, you like 40 Glocc

You ain't bring no punches to the game, nigga. HANH?!

[Round 2: B Magic]

You about to witness bars more than Nine-Lifers and nine cyphers

You couldn't hang with that Surf ninja: Rob Schneider

You wouldn't be fuckin' with the kid: that's the Pied Piper

See, this Mitch'll get smoked like Mekhi Phifer

My nigga, I do the do: I'm a LiveWire

You'll get confronted with the hawk: I'm Rod Piper

He'll lift in this bitch: that's not stilettos

A big shell stick to his back: Donatello

I'm beast mode, the heat holder, I C4 ya

The street poet, I speak sonnet, decode it

R.I.P., Conceited gon' be leakin' with the deceased odor

Have a nigga from New York under cover: Malik Yoba

Call a crime lab, I'm killin' me a motherfucker

Take the strap from this nigga like, "This 9 mine!"

Then kill him with his own shit: I'm John John

You'll see Magic ring on him like Don Juan

Strap under my Sean John, you gon' get it bad

‘Cause if he by these new pumps he'll be in the bag

My advice, buck a pistol and shoot

‘Cause we can fight steel with steel like Bishop in Juice

Bitch, tuck your tail, better split like the percolator move

Or your lights'll get knocked out like the circuit breaker loose

If you buggin' you'll get sprayed, I exterminated groups

Metal talkin', Con'll run like Terminator 2

My bars vicious, is y'all with it? ‘Cause the TEC'll blam

I'm from a place where they killed Mike, you should never land

I'm hot, dog, if y'all grillin', you better scram

I pop corns if anybody in Con's session stand

Get your bars up, Mick Foley with this damn 9

Why show a dude love if he ain't half of the man, Con?

A step away from blowin' up, ‘cause if I land mine

I'm tryna murk niggas, you the first dippin' like Cam'ron

Tell 'em I'm the truth, put steel into his roof

Indiana game if they sayin' Reggie mill'll shoot

Don't get it twisted, you'll get boxed: Duncan Pinderhughes

Listen, go to the whip after makin' the car crash

Screamin', "Fuck Con!", pullin' Reggie out the car dash

Gettin' y'all thrashed, whip y'all ass, I'll bust a slug

A chrome Desi'll roast Reggie like Buddy Love

R.I.P. – I'm killin' this shit

Testifyin' is the only time he liftin' the fifth

This young gun rock a fella, you ain't gettin' the drift?

That mean you hear a MAC, bitch, a milli'll spit

Who fuckin' with me? Nigga, not you, for damn sure

What, you gonna go and get the blicky? Clap and pop it?

Or maybe I should split like a banana, is that an option?

Nigga, you punchin' without landin': you shadowboxin'

I give Reggie the 7: that's a convict

Then give him the 4 plus the nickel for that nonsense

This 47 get to safety when I palm this

My patriot's buckin' near your bronco: I'm John Lynch

I'm from where the Lou is, ain't nothin' fairer, Con

You don't wanna box for real, look in the mirror, Con

Bird nigga, if the Eagle actin' foul, Con

Comin' masked up with the hammer, you will think I'm Shao Kahn

[Round 2: Conceited]

Y'all know how this shit go

I told him once, this mothafucka scared

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

You beat up Fox? You heard what this mothafucka said?

You got scooped up and slammed on yo' mothafuckin' head!

I thought I was gonna see

"It's B motherfuckin' Magic, the nigga that be dumpin' them."

Instead you was holdin' onto Fox, lookin' like you huggin' him

Nigga, you didn't throw one swing

When you did you started tumblin'

You do all these punches in your battles

Why you ain't throw no punches then?

I couldn't believe you got your ass whooped like that

With a bunch of guys around you

You was swingin' like this, like it was a buncha flies around you

Then this nigga was beggin' for help, but Suge's ass wouldn't

Fox had you choked out, you was like…

You know how like when you get that good-ass whoopin'?

Then you choked against Rum Nitty, choked against Big T

I thought, "When is this gonna stop and end?"

In his battles, he be chokin' so much

I thought he was fightin' Fox again

I'm droppin' him, he'll be scared of seein' that 45 like he middle age

Bring niggas to his crib like I'm in real estate

Then run in airin' like a had a busy day

I already told you like Triple Eight

I'll take the three out: that's a triple play

It's in my pedigree to put two caps by his head like Triple H

Isn't it ironic it's gonna be mournin' when he get a wake?

I'll show up and put a cap on that box like Minute Maid

I'll get the MAC's out like I'm liftin' weights

You couldn't be next to Con if you were a prison mate

Only thing you ever put the mill on was a dinner plate

And I'm just keepin' it on the real like fishing bait

But since you're actin' the way your bitch do

I'll weave with extensions, bangs are gettin' sprayed

I'll get the TEC's to rise here to make Jerry curl when a finger wave

This nigga stay livin' off me, he a parasite

How y'all comparin' us when he ain't as half as nice?

‘Cause in his battles, most of his punches don't land

It's like the Dizaster fight

That's ‘cause you throw a zillion wack-ass punchlines

You don't care if they dumb or not

So how y'all say he's so cold when his name is June

So we know only some are hot?

Nigga, I'll up your guap

I'ma take dirty money no matter where your faith at

Did he know I got one twelve and a MAC?

Thinkin' you a bad boy, it should be no biggie for you to take that

Your whole team can get a cap like a Brave's hat

After I put the mill on him like a placemat

Nigga, I'll dump and pile the cans like Ajax

This little toy that's hot will be on him: that's a race track

‘Cause I'm the type to make the steel ring like a cage match

For all that rappin' them candy bars, I'm loadin' up every shell

It'll take nothin' but a finger to put it all in this nigga: that's caramel

Your ride can keep gettin' a round: that's a carousel

For anything that Black said

Take out Black head, that's clear as hell

And I bet you that'll make B leave like a fairy tale

Mr. Black Magic, I'll send him straight to hell if I cock the thing

I pack 12 and keep a big 10 like college teams

After a round you goin' to the corner: that's a boxing ring

You got destroyed by Charron and Real Deal, this is not a dream

Them white boys beat you with bars on cam

Nigga, you Rodney King

Honestly, when them hammers are spittin'

You better run, kid, when that can get to grippin'

Because that bitch dump and bow like Angela Simmons

[Round 3: B Magic]

Line his circle up, I put this 4 up to Con neck

All his family reunion like, "Where Con at?"

Clear the building after I make a call: that's a bomb threat

Con, check, I shoot every tattoo off of Con chest

"Conceited"? You look more like a snitch, what about "Con-fess"?

You a bitch nigga that hang with bitch niggas without a doubt

My Brooklyn niggas said

The first time they seen you was on Wild 'N Out

Who wildin' out? Magic palmin' the biscuit

Every motherfucker rollin' behind Con is gon' feel it

Got a pine box in the cemetery, Con should go visit

This bitch is fucked behind these bars: conjugal visit

Yo, step it up, St. Louis, a.k.a. the new Afghan

Keep the ratchet on me in the club like a lap dance

You don't wanna see me, you a coward

It's gon' be a long ride so hold on like Mimi in the shower

False bitch, think I won't smack you, I'll hem him up

Ike Turner: St. Louis niggas been slappin' bitches up

Fuck the guns, we can box and all that

And I kill Con, feelin' like Spock from Star Trek

Give me space, is it my lyrics is just better, Con?

Got a question, what's with the spiky shoes and the leather, Con?

You wear leather pants with zippers on… never mind

This TEC a 9 and buckle your cap like a leprechaun

Ain't no love in hip hop, and that's a fact: Joseline

I'm swingin' where a flock of bitches at, want a meal?

You will eat a shell, shit'll crack

For the bread, I'll bury those niggas, it's a wrap

Can you dig it? Shit, I might as well let a Glock touch ya

Got all types of clips in store just to block busters

A west-sider with this green on me

All on the east side high with this lean on me

I say, "Fuck you!" — yeah I think Con rappin' is borin'

You'll get clapped for performin'

What you know about the smack and the dormin?

You rap, but what gat are you actually palmin'?

I'm in the dump with the metal like the statue of Jordan

But you be dumpin'? Nigga, your name light in the streets

I got a wild style, and Con don't like to get beat

You hypin' the beast, bullets comin' out the can doin' him

Just don't let it go to your head like Brand Nubian

Stake out at your car with the 40 on my waist

He walk in the parking lot, leavin', the party finna shake

Bad Boys 2, you know when Marcus daughter finna date?

I meet Reggie at the door and put a 40 in his face

But I'm supposed to believe you dumpin' that TEC

Well, you was about to sit up on another man's neck

That's gay, whoever thought of it a fag, yes

But who's gayer? The nigga who heard it and said yes

Who is it? It's B Magic, motherfucker, the show arrived

Turnin' y'all schemers into all of y'all dreamers

Pull up with heaters, all in y'all thinkers

Passin' them out on stage like August Alsina

I told him once, this mothafucka scared

I'm from the mothafuckin' Lou, this how a mothafucka play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this mothafucka said?

You musta slipped, fell and bumped yo' mothafuckin' head

[Round 3: Conceited]

Yo, when I show up at niggas' pad drawn it's not Pictionary

I got a gun that's so big…

Fuck a magazine, that shit take dictionaries

I got your bitch on my private like we in the military

And I'm dead goin' deep in that box like I'm in the cemetery

If you gettin' away, I be gettin' a gauge like I'm gettin' married

Dump and then skirt with the pump like a secretary

I will tell all of my niggas to lift the semi

As soon as I scream "Buck it!" bullets woulda been in Jerry

So why would I ever worry about his simple raps?

No URL, but you can get this MAC

That means I got the 10 for you like Reynolds Wrap

So stop the chitty chat, nigga, you don't lift the strap

And got guns slingin', you got none singin' like Sister Act

So you like a bottle of patron, ‘cause you wouldn't lick a cap

I figured that anybody who said he won or lost

I'll call them awesome liars

I mean you thought you were gonna beat me

In this battle and be brought up higher?

Nigga, you burn so much trees it'll be Smokey the Bear

He'll come out when there's a forest fire

Slow it down! I just dissed you! I said

It'll be smokey, the barrel come out and point when the 4 is fired

This nigga's always tryin', but he ain't even kinda scary

You can get ate behind bars: that's commissary

Nigga, make your own style

Stop lookin' for the shortcut, bitch: Halle Berry

Nigga, you damn right, I watch cartoons

So? I don't care what whoever think

Magic School Bus, Tom & Jerry…

Slow it down! I just dissed you!

I said whoever think Magic's cool, bust a Tom in Jerry

This is somethin' that's very crazy, it's somethin' I got to mention

I don't know if y'all know his fatass girlfriend Latasha Simpson

Don't try to tell me, "She ain't fat, she got a fat ass," nigga

No, she is a fatass, nigga, and she looks like a fatass nigga

The worst part is this nigga's married her

She got two twins that's not even his

Don't you get it, little nigga? That means some other cat did more shit to that box than kitty litter

You met them children when they turned four though

You don't get the picture? It's not smart, guy

To raise up twins that are not yours like Sister, Sister

Now, look look… Daddy Daycare, Captain Save-a-Ho

This nigga gettin' mad, he wanna grip the blicker

He wanna cock and peel

Nigga, you shootin' it like you being a stepfather

Even those kids know you don't pop for real

But if you get close, I'm like a klepto, because I got the steel

Paramedics gonna have to patch things up like Dr. Phil

Nickel-plated mag, penny-plated bullets, you'll get shot and killed

Like David Blaine, thinkin' you street

Magic, I'll show you how that copper feel

On the real, I've had enough of it

I'ma pull Magic card no matter how hard you shuffle it

Because it's nothin' but lies in your delivery you feed us

June know he on some other shit

Yo, every nigga you bring with you can get sniped off

I got the stick under arm for any man sent, that's right, God

Shout-out to you even makin' it on Summer Madness

But compared to me, you got light bars

This is Uno, why'd y'all think this would be a draw for

When I'm the reason it's a wild card?

Your whole team can hop in the bag: that's a sack race

You gonna see a lot of big shots like he's backstage

Nigga, you can't hold the SIG like an ashtray

I got two black 8's

And these'll be on the Magic like when Shaq played

The only person you ever put in work with was a classmate

When real Crips see you, they see food and take this crab cake

So I don't want to hear nothin' how your MAC spray

It's like them old-ass plays

We can see them bodies you make up just by lookin' at Black face

HANH?!