B Magic - Danja Zone vs B Magic lyrics

[Round One: DANJA ZONE] Shh, quiet down, y'all hear that? I can hear his heart beating B-boom, b-b-ba-boom, boom. The champ is here. (x 4) And Magic? You're not as lyrical, so please You're f**ing round with a threat; that's a venereal disease Jeez. I should be crowned the best They say “keep it rap”; I'll rap And wrap both hands ‘round his neck You look like you got a venereal disease f**ing round with threats I should the V.D. out like URL wasn't founded yet n***a this is ‘bout respect So please address the crowd and flex And get k**ed after getting out of pocket like Malcolm X Get your hands out my p— n***a you heard what I said You must've slipped, fell And bumped your motherf**ing head He dead. Instead I'll put two in your noggin Exposing Black thought That's how I get to the Root of the problem You request love? Off of what? Your bars not hard enough I'll have him missing in the Mil Like the drive-thru f**ed my order up He often punch But a Danja haymaker maker make a Kamehameha quake Face to face, state the date October Zone; you ain't facing Drake Soon as Black drop the first hit, they gon boo ‘im like an 808 It's safe to say I been god lately And I don't like you, B; Don lady But I'll still air it out like Tom Brady And don't use Born to try play me ‘Cause that battle with Born old And that B ain't for Benjamin, but in here, you gon die, baby Crazy. ‘Cause a n***a claiming he not crazy On a mission, more than gifted Incredible with the Hawk I never seen Black with those nor a ‘venger With Iron? Man, low key he wouldn't lift a hammer With Thor's a**istance I slaughter n***as, and you nothing like Carter Write harder. Thinking Danja wack, I'll bring the fade to Black like Wesley Snipes' barber I'm your father, ‘cause to D, hearing Magic why I smile in court The way I write, BM The pen dent on the paper and I don't need y'all support With seven days prep, he dying horribly in the sport Got out the pen a week ago for what I do today That's a Minority Report n***a, and everything I wrote is dope I'll rope-a-dope, then comatose ya The can, it'a shoot to where the pack stay like Nova Scotia Used to sh** and straight flush nobodies til they fold in poker On cards for John Dough I'll be common names on them like Coca-Colas Get capped for the crown; I'll be done broke his molars I made a n***a throw in the towel You ain't mafia like cosa nostra Poser. I be knocking them off Trying to test the waters, you done hopped in with Jaws n***a my style hostile and hotter than yours Last n***a laid down the towel You ‘bout to be remodeling floors [Round 1: B MAGIC] Danja Zone, is it? Well you about to step in that I put a new flame to your Breezy like Gimme That What's in it will come out of the can like Fix-a-Flat Bumping Wu-Tang; she met the Cal before RZA rapped Fix your face. Coming through my hood, better fix your hat You must be kidding, n***a you p**y and I'ma k** a cat I'll pull out a small handgun, that'll peel his cap But that b**h sound BIGger than Guerilla Black, it's a wrap n***a that Slick talking won't make you Bond You stuck behind bars; question is, can you take the time? I'll spray the nine, put this lame in his spine Think of Michelle Pfeiffer ‘cause this b**h Danger is mines Danja gay a** a fan He Dylan if Writers Bloque was Making The Band I'll scream what I mean about something stay in the can What, you ain't catch it? You know: Oscar stay in the can Let's turn it up Don't think that you're driving down easy street Sneaker-creep. Catch him at work, proceed to beat the geek This weak emcee get drug over the counter like CVC Jerry coming with something sicker than Eazy E What, you ain't catch it? Jerry Heller, Eazy E? You know the block is hot You ain't gotta hear it from Weezy, we see it's beef And this n***a Danja gon see the heat; I'm ahead of you, God, I'll send yo a** to Jesus, peace Aight Dane, change of plans Hook shot, then get to booting wherever Danja lands Talk; don't raise your hand. Eleven milli on the k**ings, and you Vince Carter: you only been on your Grizzly for a minute Listen. You gon die today. Boy that Cal'll wave I'll take your dime and cut her; I'm Dallas Page That b**h'll be on the Shaft like Isaac Hayes Think of Ghost Rider from the fire brain Your talk as cheap as your outfit. I'm ‘bout this All you can do is piss me off ‘cause you ain't ‘bout sh** Who vouch this? When I'm airing the pistol Just hope your own head make it back to Maryland with you [Round Two: DANJA ZONE] sh**, y'all ready for the second round? ‘Cause the first ‘bout k**ed him Then he came with that sh**? Apologize See ‘cause now you done hurt my feelings Now after this, hope it's no love lost Cuz this might get me cut from my circle. It's like a buzzsaw But you know the name, homie It's Danja Zone ‘gainst James Toney, let's take the gloves off Now when Magic get in a fight He be like, “give me what you got, son” Then turned Denzel in Training Day Should've seen what he gotten one Not ‘cause he got wet like Ethan, how the cop done But J.Fox was like, “get me the b**h” Magic was reaching for the Shotgun But I want to ask you something though Why he ain't help you? Ain't you two cripping? Why you ain't light up J.Fox Like an Amazing Spider-Man 2 villain? But you ain't Bad. Beat It Putting hands on a kid may be in your plans But why you ain't Michael J. Fox? Oh I get it ‘Cause you too shaky with the hands But you got One More Chance to retreat Which really seems useless I'll make a n***a look Ashanti over a Biggie beat foolish You full of false hope. This is pure dope To be frank, I blew Magic out; I'm really Team Lucas We share your b**h; I'm thinking he's stupid Treat her *as if* she's best friends with the D but he's Clueless Her mouth get all co*k; her jaws lock Tell your who*e get some help The key to unlocking it is to turn on a knock She might open some doors for herself You do this more for the wealth But it's minuscule; get ridiculed Dog food, that's Beneful, you been a fool Look at what I did to June I'm cold, but you know what you should've invested in instead of him? Rent Em Spoons! Rent Em Spoons! But we gone rob him. After though, John, I read my fine print For all that battle money, then we better not find sh** Ask him, “where it at?” but remain calm and wave arms if you talk slow, Magic, like a jedi mind trick You in a war with a warrior, n***a; can you dig it? This is my house; you're just lucky I let you visit Was d**h your mission? To get what you're searching for, see me first: I'm more of a YouTube ad that won't let you skip it Could've battled anywhere: on the block, your cartel, wherever Could've got schooled in the IV league I ain't no Yale professor Concealed with silencers; won't see or hear Them shots go Helen Keller Catch a shell over the chicken That's a KFC and Taco Bell together [Round 2: B MAGIC] You super-lyrical a** rapper, you need to quit today Cut him short; I struck this n***a out when I pitched a K It's okay, lift and, hey, Duck Hunt: pistol play It's whatever. Put these two fours together, we'll get him ate Nah, give him one four, G; that'll take half of Zone Spread the word, I'm going Gettysburg when I battle Zone I shatter bones, with black or chrome, leave no breathing See, I'ma ask you man to man, where is Zone defense? I'm sick with it; your men and them get the Thunder Revolver spinning, what's in it I'm sending into your stomach Adrenaline get to pumping, the Smith-and ‘ll get to dumping Toys ‘ll get to talking like Indian In the Cupboard Take notes: why you wack, I'ma give them reasons ‘Cause when you rap all we see is Slim Jesus And that's your big weakness when you rhyme, holmes Throw him in the Eastern Pacific; you got the time, Zone? Zone time to go 'n die. You even sigh wrong I'll pull out what I'm speaking on like a iPhone I'll pull what I'm speaking on; think of Jadakiss ‘Cause everything you spitting is in question like the Why song Go ‘head with the sneaking Don't make me go with the .44; if you give me a reason I'll take the clip out the .22, man, your head'll be leaking I won't stop with the Emmett til you dead from a beating This n***a sweeter than a milk dud; f** him. I'll put holes in him like a strip club You big scrub. You seen what I did to Lynx, cuz? This rapper dead, n***a, R.I.P. to Chinx Drugz I'm so deadly; I'm co*king the chrome Desi Then go nuts on the side of your face like Loe Pesci What. I'm so deadly. I'm headed to see you I'm walking dead up on a n***a, b**h; my Resident Evil Your talk as cheap as your outfit. I'm ‘bout this All you can do is piss me off ‘cause you ain't ‘bout sh** Who vouch this? When I'm airing the pistol Just hope your own head make it back to Maryland with you [Round Three: DANJA ZONE] This is what advancing up a tier look like. Keep looking Cause this is also how Battler of the Year look, right? Right. This a n***a ‘gainst enigma. I'll murder, slay, slump him My win(d)s up. d**h, I'll give this cat a gory one(category 1) like a hurricane coming f** him. We'll storm in like really bad weather With n***as that'd split your sh** Off the strength of a simple hand gesture With semis and hecklers On the outside waiting to nail son like Winnie Mandela When mill's make him glide, that's Wilkins and Drexler Ricochet when it spray off you with the tan sweater Then you, then the kid off the wall like he Willie Manchester You good, I'm just a tad better. Seek Jesus' help Lucky Ill ain't keep clean and good health Or else you'd be on the shelf From the weigh-in, there's no way in hell This crip keeping the belt What could you tell me for this L, B? What's on that skeleton that speaks for itself? Give him heat til he melt. Grab the 9 and pop n***as First Day, then Danny, now you? I'm even sending shots at my n***as That was fuego. Despite who I may know I let that milli rock on any block, n***a Speaking of Bloque n***as? We may be friends But they gon speak on this battle with Jerry Douglas And Danja then Say J.D. lost that b**h like Janet left Jermaine again Damn it, I came to win, and he's still waiting on magician bars Magic under the illusion his sh** is hard, which is odd Pick a card, any card. I got a casket for you How you saw the box and have the gall with this facade? Now I gotta disappear and act like f** it, after I get him gone If he pulled a rabbit out his hat It's still no way he would've won But why lie(voila)? I'd be got tier if this sh** was about cla**ics Be real, this sh** ain't ‘bout sk**, it's ‘bout status You had Danja, rocking tie without slacking And sk** got k**ed by MD like malpractice What round did you win? I'm punching your lights out You don't even know the round that you're in But I'm off that. You just a floor mat at The Format So before you even mention a n***a, say “where your bars at?” [Round 3: B MAGIC] This is where you rest in peace; A motherf**er can die from these bars, and you next to see Get your cake up, b**h, I'll hit your chest with steams Too many counting on your pen; we need a referee You ever seen Harlem Nights? Well bet a G That I won't fight a n***a quick like Della Reese And whoever's sleeping on me can get the heat; That'll wake up everybody like Teddy P Tell him we outside, posted up with the heavy Glocks Cut a n***a throat, then drag him bleeding for seven blocks Hit this n***a ten times, but he was gone by the second shot I hit him from the blind side like Fetty Wap What, you ain't catch it? Well I ain't gonna repeat the sh** Planet of the Apes: this monkey gon get his Caesar hit Arms out when I ride past like he need a lift You'll get thirty out the rocket: that's Kenny Smith That's old school; king Magic come to claim the throne Don't worry walking through this so-called danger zone Banging chrome with the fifth on my waist; This rapper get send to god on a mission with Mase All right, stop it with the tough act. Okay Danja, f** that I throw bullets down in(end) Zone 'til it touchback How you feel that you're getting k**ed with the rough draft? Slug him, and slug him in the same spot where the slug at Hold up. Let me roll up. This pound hold ‘bout forty shots n***a, a freezer won't the reason this forty pop Big strap. This is 50. Hit him from forty blocks Or get the Thrill of getting knocked down with this 40 Glocc Yo, this n***a gon see stars Getting whipped for a couple of bands like cheap cars Next n***a don't give me my space gon see Mars You got a xanny flow: you put n***as to sleep with these bars Your flow as cheap as your outfit. I'm ‘bout this All you can do is piss me off ‘cause you ain't ‘bout sh** Who vouched this? When I'm airing the pistol Just hope your own head make it back to Maryland with you I told ‘em once: these motherf**ers scared I'm from the motherf**ing Lou That's how a motherf**er play it Beat me? Can you believe what this motherf**er said? You must've slipped, fell And bumped your motherf**ing head