B Magic - B Magic vs DNA lyrics

[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 alt to delete your whole backspace He tryna win jumpin' in the bag like a sack race First Charlie, now the Seed of Chucky? If this Child's Play angry n***a hooping and there's gon be a lot of foul play I'll say, I'll break the whole side of ya sh** Then something Hot Wheel/will, flame the whole side of ya whip I got fried off the kite, I'm just being frank Shoot yo hecklers, a k**a dog, you let Cujo check ya Arm flippin' with no Judo lessons He'll lift up from the side like a sumo wrestler Open caps in ya mouth that ain't gold teeth A flock of n***as 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 k** em I'm startin' with ya crib like Tookie Williams Getcha bars up, you gettin the plot? Come where the Lou is, I'll send a shot (Lew Alcindor) I'm sick, too legit, hit ya chin go sleep Erica strip and I ain't talkin about a window seat k**er, a real midwest n***a that'll bury ya Don't let me find Eric in the middle of America Now breathe on it n***a, you never gonna k** a man Turn Eric St. John to Gordon when I peel a can You know Eric Gordon from the Pelicans Bligga blam Give em 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 owed 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 the Sleepy Hollow If he don't follow it's gon fall when the spark Nas and X, get your belly blew off from the start Listen, a butcher knife will cut him up into his liver show Really though, put your plasma on the wall like Vizio Catch DNA tryna ball then a semi-blow VH1 n***as how I pop up videos B motha f**in Magic [Verse 1: DNA] Ya last event was named Bars Over Names I found that sh** 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 f**in Magic, you got a stupid flow The type that say you'll get f**ed 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 f** 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' sh** like I'll leave your jaw split, ribs hurt Face broken when you see this hulk in the ring, n***a 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 sh** 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 k**er, I bomb on vets I creep up on the side of Eric, put the 9 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, rap with the smith if I hear another Erick Sermon Barbarian, Clips wrote you a verse for me? Then watch me school Eric St. John University, sanding over a n***a masked up, it ain't surgery You irkin' me, n***as gon' see the k**a in me, the gorilla MC Liftin' heat out the Vanilla Caprice Scoe St. John and bank mine, he given some sleep I wet the side with St. John like the Caribbean Sea f** him, you wanna bar fest sh** watch me k** a geek This n***a with the Colt 45 ain't Billy Dee That's a sprite so the can got a lemon squeeze You a die tryna set it off like Kim Elise I'm too smart for these lil n***as, sparkin' shots Ridin' ‘round lookin' for em like a parking spot Let him give me his best shot like that's all you got? Serius, come and get this fade like a barbershop I get it crackin' when I'm stylin' on motha f**as Get to stabbin' this extra forehead havin' motha f**as I'm wildin on these s**as cause some of y'all tryna die Cop a wheelchair with that iron sight You know cop, wheelchair, iron sight You know n***a, copper, wheelchair, iron side I'm masked up, light his a** up when that fire flies The type of guy you never know when his gun spray you You'll be sleepin' around like you unfaithful Go on and on about carrying dem tools Add 7 benjamins and I'll bury this damn stooge n***a it's common sense that Eric a damn fool Who you trying to convince that Eric a bad dude Look I'm who you seeing when it's war Dumpin' the same gun Holla had to leave at the store Or you get a nightcap, give em the urn You gon need more than an ice pack if you return B motha f**in Magic [Round 2: DNA] They ga**ed you up in that last round But I won't lie that sh** was hot When you said that sh** about the parking lot Then you had some sh** about a fade with Serius in the barbershop But n***a you could be Serius cause this sh** 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 sh** The only difference is I perform, scheme, deliver, you never change sh** So in the words of Chilla Jones “this is where the game switch” How many of y'all want B Sides? Besides this n***a's a** 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 p**y, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a in 12 cities, in 12 streets Take the same n***a 12 times, k** 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 k**ed when I hold them things And since you playin' Superman, your career will be in the lowest lane Y'all n***as asked for a battle, this sh** done got deadly Ya'll gave me a n***a that came out When they made the song rock steady Sneaker Beast, yall know my slogan (get him the f** outta here!) Hell no, this sh** is not heavy This new sh** 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 s**, they are not ready! Give em some new gear, he is not ready! [Round 3: B Magic] You already done from the last round, I dead em early With 30 Warriors and I ain't talkin' Stephen Curry 30 more men before midnight, that's 11:30 b**h I'm bout to act a a** like Eddy Murphy I keep somethin' big tucked for the tusslin' When I say them arms around me I'm not cuddling You ducking ‘em have a whole crowd looking m**m Reload the clip so many times you think it's buffering Who f**ing with Magic, the best ever, the next n***a To get a sixed man who playing games with a dead n***a I said n***a that hood sh** we on it homie Let's see what DNA about when the chrome is on me What? You ain't catch it? Yeah n***a chromosome I Rock N Roll with this magazine, I'm a Rolling Stone West side of St. Louis when the Loc is home b**h I be in that Trap House like Home Alone Hang yourself, I k** n***as Where Charlie at? Boy I slayed your little sister Fareal, the sh** that he be sayin' is wack The Maury show off y'all think DNA is a match, fact He been dead, left Jab of light swing But you gon have to fight the power if I do the right thing Release clips as it go down like live stream Boy I clear sh** out like Visine My n***a, go dome shot for head k** Better hope Harlem Hospital got a bed still Cause Charlie could hear the last time I let the lead peel You beat? I'll run in the same spot like treadmills You on a k**ing spree? I'm breaking the chain Raising the flame you n***as better stay in ya lane Ducking is cool now? Battle rappers making a change Wrecking Ralph a** n***as running away from the game Google me, I'm legendary on the mic You had ya battles but none of them were steppin' to you right But now we sitting in the chopper, hope you ask it for your life Clips sing a long time like karaoke night I said it once, these motha f**as scared I'm from the motha f**in Lou, that's how I motha f**in' play it Beat me? Can you believe what this motha f**a said? He must've slipped, fell and bumped his mutha f**in head B Mutha f**in' Magic n***a [Round 3: DNA] You wanna keep talking sh** with Lux and Clips like this ba*tard's deadly They should've called Lux to come to the battle so I could get your casket ready Now some n***as 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 k** you, you break out, I make n***as 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 k** 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 n***a 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 n***as, it's no Biggie so just be Kool G Around here we face n***as man to man, f** 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 n***a 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 sh** like that sh** ain't hot Magic You better shut the f** 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 n***a think he got the iron power I guarantee you that last bar will make this n***a 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 k** him no matter which craft I use