B Magic - Charron vs B Magic lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] You're the gun line king, that's what you know for You talking Smack, your Clips ain't spit, that's N.O.M.E. 4 Choke out this choke artist, guillotine You will change colors like Aunt Viv' after season 3 Then he'll head to the ground like a DDT Kick his stomach, give his abs soul (Ab-Soul) that's TDE Flava Flav and a Shout, cleaning his clock, it ain't believable, stop He's a gangster, I'm the nerd from King Of The Dot But when crackers get pissed we shoot up the school and you see it on Fox When Magic gets pissed he fights like a fool and gets beat up by Fox Even I could knock out Fox So get hype if you're claiming that left/right You're a fake p**y, fleshlight You and Fox wanna box but couldn't get a hand in Peter Pan styled him with Hooks that Never Land-ed You'll get mocked three rounds, cut a close shave with petty scrapping If you wouldn't raise your fist then why would you let it happen Bring it back, this the best a man can get when his pen's in action You'll get mocked (Mach) three rounds, had a close shave with petty scrapping If you wouldn't raise your (razor) fist then why would you let (Gillette) it happen? He choked against Will, Nitty, Big T, Heartless, dead in the zone You've had more Rocky performances than Sylvester Stallone His girl's a pill popper, I'm getting some dome Mt. Rushmore, she'll give me head when she's stoned If you want a war then (warden) get barred out by the pen that I own Sleep on me and your body gets outlined like memory foam Are there gangsters in this crowd? Cause I've never seen a gun Real sh** I ain't strapped to my own But I'll pay someone to do a drive-by and find Magic alone Whoever I pick involve to the whip strapped with a chrome For talking Jazz that car'll (Karl) shoot like Stockton pa**ed to Malone Let's break him down, it really ain't that hard Daylyt reenacted The Matrix and you couldn't think of a single bar You're a Crip right? You should talk about the Glock's you're holding Like you in The Matrix but when this blue pill (peel) you ain't dodging bullets He brought out a fake Glock, you couldn't rebu*tal some rhymes? How are you Magic if you can't pull something out of thin air in front of our eyes? It wasn't a battle, it was a Broadway play You got punked, we don't care about the bars you would say But a calendar explains why he's startled this way Cause Junes are just squares that get marked out by a Day' Selling ki's in front of your house, that's a lawn note Think you Bad Boy, Ciroc now you Sean Combs Claiming that he pop chrome, treat him like he Gonzo Combos, knock the f**ing nose out your long nose Don't care if you be deep in the streets like a pot hole Got a bone to pick like I'm betting on John Jones Won't elevate your career but I've got pull I punch on so many levels like Solange Knowles [Round 1: B Magic] {4:30} This who I'm battling? I thought this was the camera man Well if I get hooked to the right arm like Candy Man Say my name too many times then call an ambulance Metal squeeze on this b**h chest like a mammogram One ride, we all get into like a family van You better step aside quick before my Hammer Dance Knock on his door, soon as he open the can'll blam Take care of everybody in the crib, I'm a family man Your whole house better Sprint like a family plan The silencer is so quiet, man oh man You didn't know that you being shot like Candid Cam' So come watch a k**er perform like Randy [?] You f**ed up, chopper push in your stomach Ready, set, go, when they hear a bullet, Solange in an elevator I won't pull it or thump it I mean this b**h will get to kicking at the push of a bu*ton I do this rap sh** just to get paid and k** n***as Should I pull or your card or deal with ya? Paralyzed to this [?] I don't feel n***as, still hit ya, it's about to get Emmett Till picture Ugly How you wanna play it? My flow is dope You? Come out the gate like a rodeo The sig'? Send 'em straight to Heaven, holy smokes When I push his cap back like Polio The flow game is stupid, no other can rap better Not gonna name flip, just to make the match better I'm the back stretcher, I'll send him to God Desperado, start off k**ing n***as in bars I'm straight to it, bars is straight fluid Come take a whiff, send him to Mars How I'm shooting stars ain't to make a wish Pull out that British Bulldog, that's my Davey Smith Or we gon' have something in common when you face a clip Homie we in Jersey, switch your flow it's only smart Cause you can get bodied with the iron like Tony Starks Look I'm the genius, they said you gonna murder who? The n***a throwing caps on the stage didn't come with Murda Mook You nervous dude? Well, you should be You should know better I swing around with them apes cause I go realer (gorilla) f** a challenger I ain't running from no n***a [?] Vikes got me throwing bullets like Culpepper B mothaf**ing Magic [Round 2: Charron] Yo he's trying to front like I'm a nerd and I'm not a rapper Thinking I'm a camera man just cause I can spot an actor Yo, and he wanna talk about my whole family Sprint, but he's telling us lies And real talk you think you really going good and you selling these rhymes But wait, that was a freestyle slow it down Do you hear what I'm telling these rhymes? He's talking about Sprint but real talk you tell us lies When I go back down, you wanna talk about the British Bulldog You reference wrestling a lot You such a crack head I bet your favorite wrestler is The Rock Yo, but since he's talking wrestling he thinks I'm a nice guy and we'll be talking it out For thinking this Man Kind you getting socked in the mouth You couldn't k** a mic/Mike with Diprivan You the British Bulldog, that's simple fam' Why you talking WWE, I'll have people digging until they fam' I'll put an Undertaker to work like Vince McMahon But why am I here? I'm thinking so hard that it hurts But y'all invited Shotty Horroh, so it starts to get worse If you're white and wanna come to UDubb to spar on this turf All you have to do is beat Arsonal first Keep popping I'm detoxing, if B's talking he'll be talking to machines like Steve Hawkins Prodigy wreaking Havoc you know my Mobb Deep on 'em, scheme on 'em Stop, drop, roll for Waffle Street on him It's B muhf**ing Magic Are you rapping or sleep talking? You can't win (wind) with the worst angles on Earth Keep flopping, you spit fire with a watered down flow, your heat's stopping f** the one dimensional punchline festival B's dropping I gave y'all the four elements like Rahzel when he's beatboxing Four elements, I said "wind", "water", "fire", "earth", keep watching Three 16's can crush him; Steve Austin Branch out before I leave, I'm tree chopping What's on this pad? Going over heads, I'm leap frogging Keep stomping, f** a left hook This nerd will stretch out your spine like a text book You snitching to the cops, you ain't the best crook B Magic, you're a Magic 8 Ball cause you give answers when you get shook Only quarter pound you've seen is a burger with cheese I'll teach him the f**ing business, birds and the bees Put on a clinic for Magic I'm positive it won't cure a disease This b**h will take a break after getting sonned like maternity leave He actually said, "Lebron/Farve, I'm a heat packer" You got bars, that's a knee slapper But real talk, if you shoot me, my grandma will be pissed She loves people, he swaps athletes his gun lethal I'll call him Kareem McNabb, he Bucks Eagles Will I'ma mix Phoenix and Orlando when I run past it Sir Charles Hardaway, I'ma Sun/son Magic But you told JC you'll convince Carter That line was either but it sounded familiar So I did research, you bit that from Sno and Caustic, this guy's a cheater You're Eli Roethlisberger, a Giant Steeler/stealer [Round 2: B Magic] They told me that I had a challenger and he hard to shake They told me not to go light on him because he hard to break Well if I'm getting in this squared circle like [?] It's apparent/a parent you getting k**ed like Marvin Gaye So keep it steady or mainly get steel full Cause blamming the steel bringing insanity feel more Stiff as a mannequin, caps or your man will get peeled or Family get k**ed, now that's Amityville Hor' So homie back off now or six will go across your chest, I stack house clowns I break when I clap off rounds Cause all your soldiers will die before I put this Black Hawk Down This how I spit, ain't this about a b**h? I'm the better man, I ain't gonna smoke him with the sig'/cig' But on second hand, I'll pull up, pull the door back on the Chevy van, bars What this four give him ain't a second chance Yeah, I'm hitting n***as with some sneak punches If Corey should run up on me, well let me see something Think that we stunting, he fronting, the heat dumping The mil' (meal) will put him in line free lunches What he trying to say? With these dope lyrics I'm bagging white Ars' didn't tell you this not a battle, this a sacrifice If you acting big, I'll tap your chin, it's a raptor fight Left nothing special, but n***a, I got some bragging rights You get booted if you step into these danger lands Name a n***a testing this? Creep up in your residence, lift him up while he laying down, that's the Exorcist When I cross him with the flame, that's a Methodist It's B-Magic muthaf**a, the show arrived, paranormal witness There's about to be some evil sh**, McNabb and Vick I'm armed with two Eagles, strip when I make him Kiss this Mac it ain't a Sigel diss These cats weak, get a jab, you don't want the hook If you was raised by animals, I'll make your Jungle Book We understood cause if I think it's prob' There's 32 in this .45 gon' even the odds B muthaf**ing Magic [Round 3: Charron] Yo, he a gangsta right? His best line that round was about free lunches Is this what these peeps wanna say? I mean, if it's a free lunch, you don't go buck bet that's only time you beef with the tray/trey Yo, you should try to do angles, maybe go and do jokes Step outside your comfort zone, change a flow for them folks You should learn how to freestyle, I know that there's hope So when you forget your lines like an idiot you don't have to choke You're the George Foreman of battling, heavy punches, slower approach I'm Muhammad Ali, my whole game plan was to show you the ropes This MC square, ain't talking Einstein A Total Slaughter reject ain't popping five nines You think he's hungry for burgers, I ain't dropping white lies B, you/U are/R G? ER's is what you get when I call up Five Guys I bet DNA snipes the .38 from long range, more than you pop a gat Your shots don't exist like Vodka 'gnac Lose that weak flow, I'll bruise your ego Time to flip the calendar, June got 3-0 Your girl wanna cuddle, she a stupid hoe I come/cum in peace; UFO Everything I rap raw; sushi roll Remote under the couch I lose control They pay me a thousand bucks, I could use the doe Think B sharp? I'll tune him up for a G flat like a music note Real Deal bodied this Crip, I think that you went light Remind me of Breaking Bad when I seen you there that night You repping that blue, yes I believe him, it's alright You're blue? Meth, you got cooked by a teacher that was white Claimed he pitched rocks and Ziploc's his bricks Big dog in the trap til I Jigsaw this b**h Sid Crosby sticks Got iced out by a kid from Pittsburgh, my mitts off for this Spit all your ish how I pissed off the Crips I back up my sh** talk, how hip hop is this? Magic needs tricks well these Trix are for kids The tricks stop, don't get props, name flips all he spits You a big boss for this? This kid got a big box of Trix It won't fly I got a Trick Trick that'll Rick Ross this b**h I'm sick of being motherf**ing ostracized Feeling like those kids up in Columbine If he win, they'll say, "Magic, that's a homicide." If I win, they'll say, "Magic didn't wanna try." Generic gun rapper that be popping nines Well words are weapons and I brought some lines When I unleash all these rhymes You can't size up to my Arsonal like midgets brought by Shine [Round 3: B-Magic] Aight Arsonal, my n***a that's some disrespect It's the best, let me show him how to spit correct Think it's a Game Boy he a 360 when this connect/Kinect You better be in solid shape like a silhouette So hit the deck, cause when he flex I drop n***as Tell Charlie these Clips stop fights a lot quicker I box n***as, you got filler, the rocket blaze you That forty like a father, when it pop it raise you Let's get it straight, mothaf**as I'm puffing Dutches Cloud of smoke when I'm dumping it look like I'm busting muskets Rough and rugged, dump, aim, clutching, busting Drop iron in a square like Buster Douglas This pure flames, you bound to catch wreck Gun so big, T ain't found the sound effect yet Boy you bout to get stretched Charron died I laugh and tears Knowing I split a n***as sh** but I didn't have to share it Let's get it right, if it's needed the nine blasting Drawing on his team, you'd think that I'm John Madden Listen, I'll off this n***a first, John Hanson Forearm across his face I'm Bob Backlund Born serious, white boy come get you some That fifth ring will have him red, I have Olympic guns I'll kick you in your motherf**ing chin for fun Index game will make your body jump while your temple run b**h please you a take an L quick AR's, shoot him and I'll make a shell flip Tips in the clip, that's an ATL flick Shoot a white n***a fam', that's a Dave Chappelle skit Who want the problem? Tell that n***a, good luck Full of sh**, n***as die per (diaper) second when I pull up You trying to find me? I'm posted with the .45 Just know it's Magic when they tell you that the show arrived I told him once these muthaf**as scared I'm from the muthaf**ing Lou Thats how a muthaf**in play it Beat me? Can you believe what this muthaf**a said? Must have slipped, fell and bumped yo' muthaf**ing head B muthaf**ing Magic