[Round 1: DNA]

Now that I got a tooth, let me guess, I know everythin' you 'bout to rap 'bout

You gon' tell me since I got a tooth, you gon' run up on me and knock it back out

Well this tooth gave me courage so if you act brave and try to knock it back out and all these cameras record it

Well then fuck you I'm knockin' Smack out

Now that I got a tooth, y'all gon' like my tooth

Y'all gon' love my tooth while I'm cookin' this bitch

The funny part is I didn't pay for the shit, welfare did

But Tech 9 you gon' look at this shit

Now that I got a tooth, I swear to God I'm the truth folks

So since I fixed my priorities, I can't respect him if he only come with tooth jokes

But after this battle, his fans gon' think a lot less of you

If you think you a king I can get you jacked and have your body left full of exit wounds

I say fuck the law, I could use this Nina, but I prefer deckin' you

So just know it's no game when one of these split Tech in two (Tekken 2)

They gon' have you hooked up to an ICU with a feeding tube, breathing with no oxygen

Cause from here on (heroin) I'ma show y'all it ain't dope watchin' him

But you a fan favorite, and they praise you like it's no stoppin' him

Well you like Payton Manning cause tonight you gon' lose your cult (Colt) followin'

My niggas will let it clap for a pack if the shit ain't proper

He'll get the gat, blow out ya back if that piff ain't ganja

And if you owe my nigga money they'll chop your body parts up for six damn dollars

So keep thinkin' it's all good (Goodz) until you leave without ya hands like Hitman Holla

And you never been a main event nigga, you have never got paid more than me

That's the shit that be killin' me

You only got performance

Nigga, I got bars, creativity, flow and delivery

So when you run around sayin' you the URL champ and you got the belt

I'm thinkin' he [?] cause you like Manny Pacquiao, you gotta show us DNA to be the champ

The funniest shit is when you told Miles "Younamsayin'? Younamsayin'?"

What this nigga think he Smack now?

Cause at that very moment Smack should've got this nigga smacked now

I got no respect for him, you a grown man who likes wrestlin'

Probably got a picture of Stone Cold in your background

That funny shit you used to do is hot, but it's wack now

So you gon' make URL hit rock bottom, cause every time you battle you bringin' SMACK down (Smackdown)

And if you fuck up my PC, then all respect is lost

These niggas will slice ya Apple with that MAC until you sketched and chalked

Docs will have him hooked up to monitors if he expect to walk

Which means y'all gonna have to get in touch with Geek Squad to give Tech support

Whatchu need protection now? Chopper knock his section down

Hitman is so much of a fraud I can't wait for this second round

X-Factor said I'll run up on Tech 9 with a TEC-9 and give Tech nine

And that shit was hot but I was confused cause

How could he run up on Tech 9 with a TEC-9 and give Tech nine if Tech 9 ain't even the real Tech N9ne?

The real Tech N9ne is from Kansas City and sold plaques on the street

This Tech N9ne is from Philly and got plaque on his teeth

The real Tech N9ne sold albums and mixtapes in each state

This Tech N9ne works at every local Philly store makin' cheese steaks

The real Tech N9ne is an underground king that created a legacy

And you just Rick Ross cause you got hot off of somebody else's identity

And if these the fraud niggas that ridin' witchu since way back

If you a fraud like Rich Ross then that only makes them Maybach

So I'll run up on your crew at the same damn time

Y'all say I got automatics well my squad got the same damn kind

If you say I stole a nigga's name you probably steal a nigga's same damn rhyme

If that nigga sniff coke he'll probably ask for the same damn line

You a bitch, you a fraud, we ain't the same damn kind

You Tech with that TEC'll die from the same damn .9

Call Rex to get that K, give him the same damn Shine

The chopper go blocka, these niggas all dyin' at the

Same damn time!

And this round, I ain't even get personal

So in that second round it's gonna get a lot worse for you

You fuckin' fraud

[Round 1: Tech 9]

Can y'all hear me?

Well aight then

You done?

Well aight then

S.P.I. two T.A.G.E

Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E

What's up NY? I'm finally back home

The king is here and I'm standin' on my throne

I normally get punks like you to hand me my wine

Fetch me my coat, this ain't a battle, this is a funeral, I'm here to engrave DNA in stone

I do my dirt dolo, can't nobody tell if you alone

To identify you, they gonna need to extract DNA from ya bones

2012 I'm here, say "goodbye" to all my clones

Cause there's only one 9 I'm in a class of my own

See I ain't down with all this talkin'

Fuck a conversation

Let's take these mics off and fight, I'm down for confrontation

I got a text, in other words that's confirmation

Black ya eyes, you gonna see so many stars it's like a constellation

DNA how old is you?

'Bout 19

That tooth was missin' for seven years, so that means you was 12 when that disappeared?

You think I'm funny, well I ain't tryin' to use tooth jokes to get no cheers

Whoever punched you, that's the hardest punchin' 12 year old I've ever seen in years

You said you that you was fightin' and you fucked the nigga up

Turned around for a second, then you got snuck

Either I'm hearin' this shit wrong or you just dumb as fuck

Cause my pop told me after the fights you always back up

If we'd have went to school together, I'd have DDT'd you, left ya head bleedin'

You would've got your face booked (Facebook) for crowdin' my space (Myspace) while I'm Tweetin'

Whatchu know about gettin' blowjobs while you eatin'?

Or puttin' duct tape over a bitch mouth for talkin'...while you speakin'?

See I'm not like all the other niggas you battled I'm a different type of thug

I'm not that sour nigga smokin' I'm a different type of drug

I'm that prometh' mixed with cocaine that Pimp C and Jimi Hendrix in the cup

Throw some money in there, there's gonna be a scrimmage in this club

I can't figure out in battles why you think you so tough

Text minute you cryin', emotional, sometimes you throw up

Ask my boys I'm insane, throwed off I go nuts

Remind you of brother man from the fifth floor the way I fo' up

Your girl like Shanaynay

She's so hostile, ugly, but got a fat ass

And I swear I love them tonsils

I gas up like, "Aye! You look like a model."

So every time she knock on my door she on her knees like Martin when he playin' Roscoe

You can say what you wanna say and it's a battle [?]

Sticks and stones won't break my bones, I got rock skin

I'm OT with that work, in other words I put that clock in

I'm on the roof somethin' like Connect 4 the way I drop them dots in

You buy your shit week to week from the block man

I buy my shit wholesale with corn shit cause I know the crop man

My lawyer a beast in the courts, I'm like, "Goddamn"

I could punch a cop in his mouth and get community service pickin' up rock sand

Do my two hours and later on that night meet up with 'Roxanne'

Turn on that red light, fuck her 'til her coochie Sting and that's a hot jam

All that gangsta shit you talkin'; stop fam'

That's gon make me yell to my boys "Wild Out!" like a Lox fan

You said your lawyer was good, he 'bout that work

But every time I turn around you back in jail, you got that T.I. curse

Before you take your gun off ya belt, I'ma squeeze mine first

Two people died, but you'll think one person died with a nickname the way I kill his grandmom and get this G mom murked

[Round 2: DNA]

Y'all wanna know what got me mad?

That slogan "body bag"

Cause everybody that you said that you body bagged was already in a body bag

Lux puts Miles in a body bag, Miles put Rich in a body bag

2Much put X in a body bag

So if everybody you body bagged was already in a body bag then who did you really body bag?

Big T almost killed me but I jumped out the body bag

With more kicks than a karate class, a night stick and a Jabbawockeez mask

Real killers don't use evidence so what's all with the body bag?

All Smack's name is Mr. Classic nigga, not Body Bag

On my resume got four classics, one body bag

On your resume got no classics, no body bags

Know the fans wonderin' why I keep usin' slogan "body bags"

Cause I just put that slogan "body bags" in a body bag

Now how the fuck you from Philly and got the blow and supposed to have the fiends itchin'

If you a Muslim that can't eat pork and your government name is Akhiym Mickens?

Akhiym, if I get the word you movin' bud and got mean piff

Since these niggas Giants when that metal lands (Meadowlands) they'll be takin' all of Akhiym's (Hakeem's ) Nicks

Akhiym, if I get the word you movin' crack ya body'll be dead on the crime scene

So for thinkin' you movin' that rock like Rock like Olajuwon you must've been high 'Keem (Hakeem)

Akhiym, if I see you overseas with [?] with green tryin' to get that green

These niggas will hit you semi when you Coming To America like Prince Akeem

Now I can keep tellin' y'all about Akhiym and Akhiym's crew

But I'd rather tell y'all some real shit that Akhiym do

Like last week I was researchin' for the battle, you know I was on Google, so I started clickin'

I found this nigga's wack ass Soundcloud page, you know me bein' the humble nigga I am I tried to give the shit a listen

After ten seconds his music was wack, I cut it off to listen to somethin' different

And that's when I seen a link for a Philadelphia rap sheet and guess who's name was on it; Akhiym Mickens

Akhiym Mickens? Now that must be some crazy shit

Cause when I scrolled down it said your age was 25 and your date of birth was 10-27-86

So I'm thinkin' it's Tech 9 the gangsta rapper, the nigga that put in work

He prolly did a homi that he ain't want us all to see

Or he prolly went and stabbed some niggas up and poked 'em so on the block he can be called a G

But when I keep scrollin' down you proved that you more of a fraud to me

Cause Tech 9, yes Tech 9 the so called gangsta rapper got arrested for altered writing and forgery

You are a fuckin' fraud and as stupid as stupid gets

But if y'all don't believe me then I'ma tell y'all the truth on how to Google it

When you go home tonight type A.K.H.I.Y.M. M.I.C.K.E.N.S. then press "search" you'll see Soundcloud music he uploaded for the past weeks

Skip that, all that music's wack, then go the Philadelphia rap sheet

And when y'all get there, I guarantee y'all will be applaudin' me

Cause Tech 9, yes Tech 9, the so called gangsta rapper got arrested for altered writing and forgery

Now in URL that's a charge we can't respect man

So it just proves that you a bitch that's good at bein' everybody but them self, you Mystique from X-Men

And real niggas in the hood can't support the felony

Cause you the opposite of Matt Damon, you'd rather impersonate than use your born identity (Borne Identity)

It's round two and I got 85% personal

But in that third round it's back to bars, this shit gon' get a lot worse for you

[Round 2: Tech 9]

S.P.I. two T.A.G.E

Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E

You've been on Grind Time, Time Is Money, King Of The Dot, every battle league in the fuckin' book

Which means you a fence jumper, but I'm surrounded by barb wire that'll catch ya foot

While you hangin' upside down from the gate, I lean my head with that special look

And have red all over this noodle I get spaghetti cooked

I'll pull a blade on niggas I machete crooks

Cookin' cake like Crocker I got that Betty book

I come at you sideways or straight through ya chest, like a fuckin' rook

Cause after I spit this sixteen here come the fuckin' hooks

Wayne Ave, Tech 9, T wit' a cap

Some call me Capitol

DNA, what's the code to the safe, don't make me mad at you

Gun butts to the head or I can just keep smackin' you

Or I can just duct tape Charlie Clips, for collateral

I rap fire- he ain't even come

I rap fire and spit lighter fluid that's flammable

Best game plan in the business, I can handle you

That freestylin' shit ain't gonna be good (Goodz) cause I'm The Animal

You ride around gettin' taped on niggas cause wit' the camera crew

Rare criminal, automatics I let 'em all go

Cops lookin' for me and I'm around everybody I'm like Waldo

If I'm backin' up on ya block sang that song slow

Guns New Edition so you can't 'Stand The Rain' that AR blow

Big time drug dealer; Alpo

I'm shootin' out the trunk of the car just like Malvo

Clap niggas, round of applause, I'm yellin' "bravo"

The magazine keep on flickin' here come the slideshow

I've been fallin' back, lettin' niggas get they shit off

Now it's time to shine on you niggas

If you rap and you wack I'ma ask the crowd to yell "time" on you niggas

Y'all irk me, annoy me, that's why I rhyme wit' the liquor

DNA, I'ma man, you'se a boy, you prolly still get the hiccups

I thought I told y'all, niggas know I don't lolligag

But fuck it, let's get straight to the motherfuckin' body bag

X-Factor: body bag!

Yung Ill: body bag!

Big T put your body bag in a body bag

Big T, let me explain somethin' you fat fuck

You battlin' these Neon niggas I'm a Mack truck

I don't gotta talk about how I let the MAC bust

Cause I'll throw some Pacquiao jabs into that fat gut

Go 'head, act up

I've been waitin' to give ya jaw work

Ass whoopings come in all different flavors it's like a Starburst

Too make sure you piss in your pants I shoot the wall first

That Shotgun only got one shot, he better call Surf

Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?

You big teddy bear, guppies can't swim with the sharks, this a small surf

I ain't leavin' nobody behind I get 'em all hurt

Them yellow bananas [?]

Shots fired, when you walk out the crib you better crawl first

Money in my pocket they thinkin' I hit the jackpot

Ridin' dirty you'll never find nothin', I got the stash spots

Rock band, ride with the team, I'm talkin' Matchbox

Young bulls that stomp yo' ass out that Philly flash mob

Diamonds, aqua blue, that Listerine stuff

We get caught we don't say shit that Mr. Bean stuff

Had my youngins pickin' up shells before the D's comin'

Hot headed rappers, they see me and then they freeze up

Nigga what?!

Show me one of your best move

I've been doin' this battle rap shit since House Party and Krush Groove

Wire ya jaw, all you eat is applesauce and crushed food

I hang with the same niggas I grew up wit' cause I don't trust dudes

Nigga

Body bag!

[Round 3: DNA]

Now there's been some shit that I'm tryin' to figure out, time and time again

Oh what nigga would name himself "9" instead of "10"?

But since you like nine, the minute I see you try to take what's ours

Will be the second these niggas spray clips

They'll put four in him and turn 9 to 5 like a day shift

You better watch or get clocked when I slaughter ya men

Cause I put both hands on .9 like it's a quarter to 10:00

Ya rhymes are put together all over the place, you don't design ya schemes

That's why you never get to the point 9 like a dime of green

But if I catch you in that 6, tryin' to drive and ride with sluts

I'll hit and flip it over since you like that number 9 so much

This cat pussy, my niggas will kill 9 nine times for thinkin' he got nine lives

Ironic, when the cops came they said it was odd the way 9 died

How the fuck is your name "Tech 9" but you ain't shootin' well?

Better yet, how the fuck is ya name Tech 9 but you need help from every other gun name in URL

Like for instance, when y'all think him vs Charlie'll be a classic, I don't respect the shit

Cause if you all know guns here's a heavy tip

Without a Clip a Tech (TEC) will never spit

Or what about when y'all say he'll kill Hollow?

I'm like "Hell no, you need better proof."

Cause if you all guns, a Tech (TEC) without a bullet will never shoot

So if y'all follow shit, that means Tech (TEC) needs a Hollow to shoot, now that's a Hollow tip

Alls y'all wonder why he never battled Calicoe, it wasn't cause he wasn't a good challenger

It's cause a Calicoe and a Tech (TEC) are both fire arms but a Calicoe is a higher caliber

Suge is from Jersey, he'll probably do this man greasy

So of course I'll fuck with a Shotgun over a Tech (TEC), they jam easy

Now all you do is just joke and perform

Real rappers like us ain't seein' it like-

Real rappers like us-

{Crowd loses their shit over this stumble for some reason and Smack has to ask them to "hold it down"}

Real rappers ain't seein' it as odd, so that only shows that you chocolate drop

Just a battle rapper who's a comedian at heart

Now y'all remember that phone conversation me, Tech, Beasley and Smack had?

When you said you was a grown man and I was a kid? I thought that was fuckin' silly

Cause you from Philly and you look up to a Kid who runs your fuckin' city

Now think about it for a second, then question, "Does he even fuck with Gilly?

Meek Milly, Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Gunz, I don't see you on tracks with none of 'em cuz

It looks like everybody that's famous in Philly don't be showin' you no brotherly love

Now I know, now I know everybody's wonderin'

"Why the fuck would DNA drop a blog about his tooth before the battle instead of just waitin' until today?"

But honestly I tried, but to be honest wit' y'all some people ruined the element of surprise

Now this ain't a diss and I don't wanna get URL mad

But the only people that I told that I had a tooth was the URL staff

The information got leaked out, I got tight, it was the shit I was ready to say

But I reverted back to the Yung Ill battle and realized that I shouldn't have told no one at the end of the day

Now movin' right along I'm still the truth nigga

And let's be honest Tech, niggas ain't come to this battle for me or you, they came for my tooth nigga

So before I finish wildin' out and put Tech in a bag

I'ma talk to my old tooth cause all this talk about my old tooth gettin' mad

"What's up old tooth? Nigga where you been?

The last time I seen you you got knocked down the block

I mean if you would've came back sooner I mean shit, you could've had ya spot

But for the last six years you was never wit' me and I mean honestly I'm tight you just decided to come back cause I had to waste 750

I mean I'm mad at you old tooth, you let a lot of niggas disrespect me

If you was here I would've never lost, Yung Ill would've never Duane Reade and got that dental floss

X-Factor and Quest Mcody would've never had the authority

To sit there for a third round and tell me about my priorities

I had daydreams about you tooth

I had nightmares about you tooth

Everywhere I went I thought I would see you

But since I got my new tooth and you my old tooth I'ma be honest, I don't need you

It's round three it's gettin' hot in here and if y'all know my slogan

Get Tech 9 and this old tooth the fuck outta here

{DNA throws his old tooth into the crowd}

[Round 3: Tech 9]

Can y'all hear me?

Well aight then

You done?

Well aight then

S.P.I. two T.A.G.E

Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E

Before I start this third round and we get back to it

I'd like to say rest in peace to Don Cornelius and Whitney Houston

Cause outside of this suicide case and the drugs Whitney was usin'

They did a lot of positive, powerful things for black music

Moment of silence

....

Now let me get back to this violence

Number battle rapper guns, well I got that M-16 that sound like a chainsaw growlin'

I barely finished high school, wasn't even thinkin' 'bout college

Fell in love with money and drugs, had a thing for them prize

I rap real life shit, I talk real life bars

Niggas will follow you to your crib and kill you before you park

City of Killadel' niggas get murdered where I'm from

Where it's better to have it and not need it than to get caught without one

You know how awkward it feel pickin' ya daughter up from daycare strapped?

When your shirt raise up by accident and your daughter say "What's that?"

I almost cried when I lied all I'm speakin' is facts

I'll be damned if my mother's gon' bury another child, it's a lot of meanin' in that

'Once Again It's On' that Hov and Sigel track

This is a marathon, you start off fast and you wheezin' in the back

Catch a battle rapper back stage and leave him bleedin' in the back

Tucked a knife in my pocket then order some Cognac

You new battle rappers sprint for fame and get some change

Battle a top nigga then choke on stage

I'm from the era of Street Fighter and Streets Of Rage

Where we battled at the Chinese store to make our name

All this Twitter and social media done watered this shit down

One round battles?

If Spittage was alive he would've went 106 rounds

For $1,500 a nigga will stop whatever he doin' and pick up a pen now?

Well Smack, I'm startin' to get pissed now

Every time you say, "Get him the fuck outta here", pay homage to the man right here

Cause I used it for the moment, you stole it then started your career

Monkey see, monkey do, that's the one right there

Since you like to air my shit, then bite it, you disqualified, I'm knockin' Tyson out like Holyfield

They say I'ma battle a nigga from Queens and I thought about Nas

I thought about 50 Cent, shit even Hollow Don

I got a text from Beasley that read, "DNA in March?"

I looked, slammed my iPhone down like, "What the fuck is goin' on?"

DNA, you ugly as fuck, I just might say

I say ignorant shit like, "Fuck you. Eat a dick. Have a nice day."

This why I tell everybody in the world you lightweight

Cause this battle was light when Michael Jordan played in Utah

Karl Malone might've had the home court advantage but everybody came here to see Mike play

Listen boy...now I'ma freestyle champ, so I'ma do the freestyle shit

I'ma rap and punch you

{chokes}

Nah, nah, nah, nah I'm ya uncle

Listen nigga, listen nigga

{Crowd starts jeering Tech 9}

I'm ya uncle so y'all know I got that raw base

I send my nephew to the store to get more plates

Razor blades, more plates

Razor blades, more plates

I turn the block into a morgue place

I give him 30 out the long face

Get him the fuck outta here nigga!

Body bag