B Magic - B Magic vs E Ness lyrics

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B Magic - B Magic vs E Ness lyrics

Round 1: E Ness Yo I pull a rabbit out the hat, make this n***a disappear You came to see a magic show, everybody listen here You call this n***a top tier, I am on a different tier I came back cooking, n***as acting like they didn't care I rip your f**ing heart out your chest B, give it here Don't matter how I get my point across as long as I get it there Now when you mention Magic, it's just a mean misdirection All smoke and mirrors just a big misconception You a vampire scared to look at your reflection Cause you don't see/C sh** like the colours you be repping Watch me work my magic cause he gullible as ever I can't stop, won't stop, King Of The Dot or Don't Flop You can land every punchline, and I won't drop I ride around banging my sh**, I'm on my own top, I'm on my own dick, I'm self made with my own spot You open Pandora's box to realise that you're a thot, the Forty pop Hit you, then paralyse your shorty wop You heard blue magic and went crazy when the chorus drop Shots are unorthodox, metaphors are scorching hot I don't see you reach a whole bunch, but you force a lot Out of town shooters in your crib, that's a tourist spot I'm sh**ting on n***as everywhere, that's a Porta pot I whip your a** on cam, like Game did to forty Glocc This ratchet here is the true serum, I let the doos doos air 'em Snatch every chain he got, and let my new boo wear 'em And I got his front tooth, then I rob the tooth fairy Crip walk on his back, then roll up the Blueberry I said that chain on your neck becomes a chain in my hand I slide it in my pocket, but you can't understand I ain't even point it, I just gave it to my man And that's what the f** I call a chain of command Magic you just make believe, I'm like sugar 8 with these I poo pat, twist your cap back 98 degrees Edward scissor hands, I've been chopping all day with these You came from out the PG's and made it to the the major league f**boy, you can s** a dick with the AID's disease That house of Virginia, got you shakier than Make believes I'm DJ Khaled with the flow, I got Major Keys So all that talk about "I'm washed up" you can save it please I pay the play, machine gun drum that's the 808 I shoog off the layers, off make sure you stay awake Your street cred and your gang size is on lay away My street cred and gang size is doing A-okay I been f**ing with the white girl before the labour day All white everything, even at the labour day Treadmill, running through a track, I'm on a paper chase Run up on your baby mom, shoot her on her labour day See n***as don't like to hear the truth but here it goes I will fry you n***as till I'm fifty years old Cos when I wear Da Vinci it's like fifty pair of those I got twenty-two questions, but air holes Time Round 1: B Magic My sh** ill, in other words my rhyming sick Choppers in your mouth, n***a you gone face the consequence And it's common sense, it's wild style when I palm the fifth Bullet hit man/Hitman that mean I'm whiling out with these kind of clips Open hand E Honda hits, you top will paint the flow I'm next door, looking like I'm knocking on your neighbours door He walk up, I run up, Magic what you got the banger for? I raise the arm, and this sh** is not to make a toast I get it popping, I'm as co*ky, as the [?] came to grow I pop out like a paparazzi with a Shotty hanging low Everybody trained to go, and you gone see the steel/still I rise, like Maya Angelou I see through him like an oven door, I f** this n***a b**h, trip, he ain't ever f**ed before She said the n***a weak, and she make him sleep, on the f**ing floor He used to run from n***as now he do it on the hover board Will I walk for cake n***a? Hell no Neither for a [?] and breast milk for the Chappelle Show I asked a plug for the ludicrous, and he throw in an elbow Your Amazon get fire stick, that b**h will get jail broke All types of clips, f** how you built cuz I'm missing screws, I take a piss in your daughter's swimming pool I'm strapped up with two 4's on me, like Griffey shoes When I pull up, I bet you all change, like Jiffy Lube Oh n***a, that's why you go for the ratchet ness? Tragic guess, about to throw a bullet in this f*ggot chest Let me hear you talking down, and I'm go grab a Tec And I leave you lost boy, I love piece to make you nappy ness/nap E Ness Bars Every metal on stage let's have a rock fest You looking for a monster, well I got this sh** on lock/Loch Ness Block best, with the behaviour of a stoner Trash n***a, I see Brenda Baby is all grown up I hopping out the regal fresh, riding to some DJ Khaled, feeling like We The Best Hold up, I teach you Ness WIth bullets the size of baby birds hidden inside this eagle Ness Round 1... Round 2: E Ness B motherf**ing Magic, now what the f** happened? Last Smack event you robbed Smack with no ratchet They'd pay you up front if you show up to the battle If I smack I smack the pope out your apple Smack got you dealing with the razzle dazzle Left him up sh** creek without a f**ing paddle I hate when you n***as do bad business But I heard you did slimy sh** to mad n***as You came to Philly battled Bill then choked on the battlefield Then you ran from [?] face, you should run for track and field Your black a**, should stay in the Lou, sit back and chill And let real n***as like me stack half a mil This n***a on his period, somebody the Ma**engill Ness would never do a no-show but B Magic will I fly his head across the hill, Jack and Jill And that's why n***as like you will never have a deal You get your cabbage peeled, then I do the cabbage patch The silver plate king of battle rap, you can have it back I wrote battle raps before battle rap was battle rap You feel lucky? When your rabbit flip "blah," battle that Rest in peace to Mike Brown, rest in peace to Trayvon I move sh** all across the [?] let's have a say-on E Honda, Hundred Hand Slap with a Napalm Treat you like the Mel-Man, you meet the K9 Back on my chubby sh**, my J.B.M. Bucky sh** For that sh**, nutty sh**, f** who you buddies with f** that little thot, you be getting lovey dovey with The rubber grip will send B Magic to the mothership B Magic not savage a bubblegum I got the 8+1 under the cumberbun Now come get this a** whipping you've been running from I ain't gone lay you in this lamp, I tuck you under one Overhand uppercut, calm as a motherf** I'm smoking one while I'm rolling one that's a double dutch Buck Fifty, East side to fill my doublecup I punch you in the chest so hard, you get the bubbleguts I ain't gotta slow it down, you know I just dissed you Like Billy Crystal, I get silly with the pistol I represent the [?] Unit, Philly ain't the issue You get the sharpshooter followed by the Russian sickle Cos n***as don't like to hear the truth but hear it goes I'm thirty-eight but my Mac-Eleven twenty year old Cos when I wear Da Vinci it's like twenty pair of those I got twenty two questions to ask, with air holes Time Round 2: B Magic This the word y'all He trying to throw y'all for a curve ball The Mac'll shoot that will clap on your roof, that's the bird call In the dictionary there should be a picture of Ness beside the word "fraud" And every biker boy a** n***a with you beside the word "broad" Scratch that, I got something better, I'm robbing your mans A bullet will melt in your mouth, if it not in your hands I'm a hustler, huddle up, when I got to your [?] All perks, I flip scripts like it's not in the plans Check You n***as die when it's... ...Like it's not in the plan Look When I fire the eight, the shot talking, something he was dying to say Try anyway, worst case scenario, you dying today Bullets like dishonest n***as, they'll lie in your face I'm hot Ness, I will make a Mac clip steam, this b**h huge you know it's over when this fat b**h sing k** me? sh**, how would that sh** seem? This b**h different now that you here, like the "Catfish" Scene I hit his cap, hips spling You ride in the dumpster Golden Eye Double 07 you get shot in the bunker These motherf**ers know that my type wild Knock his leg off now hip hop is his lifestyle Listen, f** you talking a** n***as No life, just another battle watching a** n***a You really a Magic fan till the coffin a** n***a Be all at the computer screaming "Magic talk to that n***a!"