B Magic - Real Deal vs B Magic lyrics

[Round 1: B Magic] This white boy got me f**ed up, I'm mad yes Jab left right hook wigger tripping his a** dead At his crib I did a number on his door, now that's an address I'm talking with that hollow toast (Halitosis) like bad breath This muthaf**a a teacher well you a student now I'm that one n***a you warned them kids at school about Prove ya wild, hit his cla** neck shot good shooting Left his red apple on the desk like a good student Boy I bust (Bus) like LaidLaw, so feel this you better chill quick Or Paul Wall gonna need his grill fixed I'll leave Real Deal in a Holyfield when I k** sh** You gonna need permission to slip, you won't feel trip You look like you do RnB I know the Deal Lift his spirit you gonna need another Soul 4 Real See I will leave Real dead that's Overk** You gonna need a super surgeon to close the Deal See you a f*g that like bananas in your muffler Knock him out, then I drug Deal like a hustler I'm guessing that its my turn to Deal, I'ma shuffle ya n***a I ain't doing Real good like a struggla I bet that shotty knock his mommy out her sports bra Take shots you wouldn't throw them back at a Sports Bar f** y'all, b**h I will pull your report card It Mustang (must stang) when I Firebirds like a sports car My n***as quick to blam listen to what a n***a sayin Bullets take part of the Deal like a middle man You my little man you gotta couple hot lines I signed a contract to wreck a Deal (record deal) like I got signed You looking like I'm not the sh** n***a, change your face I bet your students used to whoop yo a** and make you change the grades Bang the K, boy I said these shots is not Tanqueray Cut'em when I come after Deal, like a game of Spades I see his face I got his closed with them double techs I had to make sure it was Real, like I double checked I double bet that I bust his chest if he f**ing flex I give him an extra round, that'd be sudden d**h You are not a real deal, you acting I will box Real still (Real Steel), Hugh Jackman I do cla**ic, that b**h you call your boo.. stabbed it I was being Frank with her and she blew (Blue) Magic No aim, white boy can't dump Beat up your team by myself, white boys can't jump Real recognize real, see I'll put a bullet in 'em Real sweet, I guess he got too much sugar in 'em Die hater, die now or die later B Magic a couple grenades annihilate ya I mean that bomb blow your van in the air, skyscraper Tell this Buster what it is right now, like Violators Columbine when I spark at this teacher necks (next) You better have a Desert Eagle as a teachers pet How to come back from d**h? Try to teach'em that For that Young Money, I Khaled like We Da Best So Trevor look, let's have a little discussion This white boy, you got some flow But you lyrically nothing think I won't k**'em Yes I Will, like Hillary's cousin If Trevor jump, he fall dead like Hillary husband [Round 1: Real Deal] Clowning me for that teacher sh** was not smart today, I'll put it in Magic terms I ain't wanna face my dream with a shack (Shaq) so I decided to stack pennies the harder way (Penny Hardaway) Finally here big stage let me take this in a second I need to lie to y'all, bullsh** right and play you a perception But I know the slogan Smack so to me that raises up the question What time is it... Real what? [Real n***a Time!] Thanks for making the exception So you Magic right? Well pick a card any card but that race cards a no go I go hard, it'll look like they put the Sandlot dog in the yard with Todo I got this from the boroughs to the burbs to the Hearts of Soho With your bird pearched on my wood like the Cardinal's logo You gon get the message behind these bars like I flew you a kite You look starry eyed don't let that flag confuse you with stripes Christian Laettner I do nothing civil what I do with this right Put Magic in the air like a beautiful night But wait you Black Magic though right? Like you running with Haitians b**h your real names June what the f** was all the other governments taken You were supposed to be a Jun-ior but his Mom didn't know the Who? What? Or the date an So his mother just named him after the month that she made him You right I'm a school teacher I knew he'd make that sh** clear I never said I was a gangsta I never claimed to be a goon or did years I seen him talking sh** on Twitter though but I started fuming with the fifth near My teacher voice kicked in like, "I can't wait for June get here!" You said bar for bar no one can f** wit'chu, I'm going beyond that Alcoholic mind set I heard bar let me show you what's on tap You? Something light buncha rapping about Cripping and gunfire You never had the heart for rolling rock (Rolling Rock) tried actin like flipping that bud wiser (Budweiser) You rep that Blue Ribbon behind the kid but if this clown wants beef I'll twist Magic cap sh** pouring out Magic hat, yeah this rounds on me I don't mean that legendary Philly crew but you shoulda stuck to your Roots for now Been humble on your Quest and f**ed with the Proving Grounds You gotta shot and blew it now you think you can trash talk Cause you could Dice Raw you get the Deal, I could give a f** what Black Thought Furthermore, I give a flying f** about the crew that you bang with cause I'll show up White Boy wasted in the Lou off the The Bankers Club Yeah you gangsta tough before you could shoot at me bang the snub I'ma yank his cuffs and go for a scoop like an anchor does Greko Roman I ain't letting go his clique is wigging out Concerned for you he's turning blue, guess he's really Cripping now They taken wagers in your town they bet that you won't win a round Even your b**h put cheese on the cracker so I'm heading to the Ritz to pound This that white trash sh** I spit like I chew Skoal Teacher said don't bring that old school sh** to the new school Smack set him up I'll crack him just like I shoot pool And stomp in a divit in (dividend) his head as deep as a soup bowl I don't shot though I know the type that'll outline Black as if you bold Play that part you'll end up in a cast for that new role It's like a bad movie, his bullet full'a holes And this muthaf**er will be in the Washington Post covered with Bullets like Manute Bol [Round 2: B Magic] You don't want no parts of this n***a trust me f** Officer Hoit, I'm 'bout to do you ugly Out here in Milwaukee playing Miami, I mean I Bucks Heat And give a white boy 21 if he Jumps Street I'm happy you came confident you gonna need the heart Cause when these heaters spark, get the gauge jumping and breathing hard Cause I don't leave home without it, it's like a Visa Card Strapped with a Lisa (at least a) Maggie and let it speak to Bart You wanna battle claw your face with an Allen key, blast the heat Feed your son a meal like he asked to eat White boy that's not a gang you in, that's a faculty New kicks, I'll have'em running nose like allergies A Grind Timer on Smack you feel invincible I will Shadow kick Jonny Cage they told me finish you I kick, you blow up, B muthaf**ing Magic you the f** you got in you Go to office kids (off his kids) like I sent 'em to the principal So take a look in the mirror you just a parachute You got that "howdy partna lets get a beer" look I from the block, you stop, get popped and your gear took Put a teacher head in a box just like a yearbook But homie listen yo this isn't the Andy Griffith Show They wanna hear that missile blow pistol smoke, b**h and hoes I'm real to Real (reel to reel), catch a clip in this b**h and yo A couple shots have Real spinning like a fishing pole Who let the police in this b**h, I'm pissed off He b**h y'all, everything he say should get paused Tell them people in your shirt they should get lost Before I put a clip across your chest like Chris Paul Get this honkey off stage before I smack a wigger Ya bu*terfly, watch your moth, this caterpillar (cat will peel ya) All these guns made of plastic, they action figures Just copped one from Cucamonga, it's a cracker k**a Am I the meanest, sh** am I a beast? I show guns lets see you catch a hollow with your teeth See we can get them hands up, follow to the street And you wood (would) get stumped (stomped) like the bottom of a tree You could get your a** capped I'm the published All them other battles you won you was lucking up This time you f**ing with a mother f**er that'll f** you up And put your white skull on his shirt like the Punisher Catch a jab and let me get that hook out You like to study but as soon as you see them textbook (techs book) out In the hood you probably be a look out for a look out I'll let that heat waive (heatwave) over your grill, like a cookout You trying to portray the sh** that we live by I hope the audience realize that Real lies All that tough talk, real lies, so push out That one hollow will leave dumb Donald with a Mushmouth Big extendo on that Art, you do the math Take his gyms, bang drums that music cla** That 38 Special Ed when I shoot his a** I'ma clock and get it like science that's how you school his a** B motherf**ing Magic [Round 2: Real Deal] Disrespectful up and comers, that kinda sh**s the worst Yell anything from the sideline and try to get some burn You had like three decent battles Remy didn't try and ripped this herb Young Kannon pulled Magic card like a Science Fiction nerd You a punchline rapper its the same thing whenever he spit 2nd 4th and 8th bar be hot, 1st 3rd and 7th is sh** That's why I don't feel you, you punch crazy, check what the Deal do JFK, Malcolm X style pen game, the setup will k** you But he's so gangster let him tell his cell in prison kept him in shackles b**h we can tell you soft from the television you reference in battles This dude reference Archie Bunker, Ellen, Saved By The Bell, The problem I have's the cast There's like two black people in all them sh**s combined and the broad is half and half We supposed to believe you type lethal, you pack 9's Eagles and Glocks b**h you on house arrest, on the couch in sweats watching TV too white for white people to watch Tell me he ain't the type to think it's hard to say some sh** like 10 Things I Hate About you Mean Girls you Clueless bout The Notebook Roll up on his Bride's Maid's and Twilight see if he Swayze with that Ghost look He gonna get the crowd and amped like it's over he's dead! Real G's don't watch that sh** that ain't go over no bodies head But he said bar for bar doe, so I clicked your sh** and gave it some views Lotta pause worthy sh** come out your mouth Magic you got some 'splaining to do You said, correct me if I'm wrong, "I stay f**ing strapped like a stud s*ut" That imagery's so gay whole punchlines f**ed up You told Scriptz who's another man you was "f**ing him on cam like a s** tape" Nah I get it cause like it was a b... Nahonono no! that's just gay You said, correct me if I'm wrong, "I'll show you the strap like I got a a**" Said it! Once again, gay as hell, being a Crip from St. Louis is not a pa** You said, "I got a safe box, I could deposit you in" Now I don't know what the f** he thought Guess that's why they call him Magic, always shoving someone in his box It ain't a Magic trick, Magic trick's begging for that magic stick On his knees in front of flames like Jimmi Hendrix on an acid trip Magnum clips, b**h you like them dudes that have that magnum fit You took in some many pieces, a**hole could probably pa** a fist (pacifist), Pause Cause I'm stunned someone as soft as you made it in the Crips still I heard them gangs is serious, they take hazing as a big deal They tried to jump you in like a man and you came out with that windmill So they s**ed him in like a b**h, his initiation was a Crip drill And they did it at the Holiday Inn Homie you so fruity if you died police would seal the scene in bubble tape Your homie's would be pouring Hi-C out at your f**ing wake You're f**ing fake, you talk it but you sweeter then a funnel cake The real Magic's beating AIDS right now, you died from a tummy-ache [Round 3: B Magic] Who lied to you saying this was gonna be a sick 'bout It's b**h in, you ,y job is bringing the b**h out I'm at your funeral blue Dickies and Chucks, Cripped out At your burial watch me lower Deal like discounts You got me pissed now, get whooped copper, the hook proper Hook drop ya you'll see da feet (defeat) like a foot doctor Left right left right right jab b**h I'ma good boxer Magic will put Deal on a tee like Footlocker Flow sick and my name flips, legendary I'll smack you for everyday in the month of February Me lose to this f**ing bum, Neverary You lost b**h, I'ma f**ing boss, like a secretary I told your mom let's make a Deal and you got made Good teacher but "on cam' I pop K's" You don't know the actually meaning of being block raised I'll give you the business Deal, that's a stock trade I'll walk up on him like what'chu wan' n***a f**ing fruit loop, get you threw in a Yukon n***a When that 4 bust you fold up like a futon n***a I'll put Deal in the newspaper, that's a coupon n***a It's just not a good move coming after Magic Body bag, Smack I ain't tryna have a cla**ic f** a gun line you actually gonna have to pack it Think I pledge Alpha Si when I Cappa (cap a) jacket First you see the gunpoint, then you hear the shell I heard you was teacher, a coach and a queer as well Grab the ball bat and cream your face like Clearasil I'm tryna knock 50% off, like a clearance sell See you a fun boy with feminine ways A hundred bucks say hundred bucks of Benjamin face It'll take yer face off, run up , buck I send'em and break Fear to your ribs, now that's how you Nicholas Cage p**y gimme yo wallet and be still I'll dunk til I break the pump like cheap heels Bet something, I'll double it G, Like Meek Mills Cypress Hill, my n***as Sen Dog, Muggs, but B-Real So you a teacher huh, educated vet I'm flipping out and I ain't took my medication yet Catch you with your soul mate put the metal to ya neck Then I get S to mate (estimate) like an educated guess I see you faker then something you call fear I will stab you in them satellite dishes you call ears I will walk up to your face like f** you we all here Check the squad I got a team of shooter like Paul Pierce I up the Glock for the money, that's a gundraiser You ain't close to being close to a gun blazer You n***as hesitate to shoot, pump fakers I Zoom Zoom and Boom Boom, with the Rump Shakers I said once, these muthaf**ers scared I'm from the muthaf**in Lou' that's how a muthaf**a play it Beat me can you believe what the muthaf**er said He must have slipped, fell and bumped your muthaf**ing head B motherf**ing Magic [Round 3: Real Deal] I really don't give a damn what this muthaf**er said, you said you a boss like a secretary You musta slipped bumped and hit your muthaf**in head Stop it with the white boy sh** cause I'm a grown a** man son I fathered so many of you damn bums I could have a grown a** grandson I don't tote that handgun but if I did it'd be clutched tight I'd show you the bu*t like, [ow! and pistol whip a broad like you Pun's wife Gash open up above his eye so it's just right when it leak down, this Crip's gonna be seeing his blood type You a punchline rapper but some of your sh** is even tough You said, "That chop[a'll knock him down for that extra sh** And a shotty'll knock him up like a pregnant b**h" Speaking of... I am a fan, but I'm at your little sisters shower for the baby she's carrying With a size 4 shoe box so you able to bury him No anesthetics just a rusty blade for Cesarean Pull him out and take his wig off like a Native American Translation: "He get scalped like Rams tickets " Blood everywhere, there's a pool, you can stand in it They said he's sick as hell to me that's Sickle-cell, I just can't get it They gave you white bread, now you're getting Ham with it I'm gonna let him go head and sleep on me cause I don't got that street status like you Lets compare what a gang banger and a pissed off cracker would do Blue bandannas do a drive bys over beef they had with a crew You k** them they k** you, You lucky if it catch The Tribune Blue collar White dudes work that desk job, they seem so pleasant and rational too Then one day you f**ing snap cause your boss keeps ha**ling you You walk in with a trench coat fully automatics and boom! You shoot up the whole f**ing building up, it's national news! So, I would think about that sh** before you push on me I don't know what kinda Magic dust you hooked on B Slump him with that over hand his whole hood gon' see Even Murphy Lee's gon' say, "That's what the hook gon be?!" Watching you is like a Republican debate, a lot of boring bullsh**, you gotta get amped fam' You a Crip and a Bloodsport so I gotta be Van Dame If you got a sign up it's probably at Bandcamp Your city's on your back? b**h, it's probably a tramp stamp What's all this stupid sh** I hear about on talks of a turf war? If St. Louis was a video game you wouldn't be the boss on this first board That's why every battle he goes to he got the Gatorade with him St Louis y'all know the rosters full why you keep telling little homie play your position? I mean you rep that Final Four y'all ain't gonna make it to the big dance Ill bring the ball in court Will will play the hitman Verb and Remy run the Guards push the play to Hitman As comes off the bench fam you ain't even the sixth man But what do I know.. Listen... I .. I.. Listen doe... Listen doe.. I don't know... I don't know I don't know about the streets, I just.. I don't know.. .But... I don't know.. I don't know about the streets but please tell me if I'm right then When you lose all respect in your hood, is like the day when a gangster's life ends Ok so, what happens when the black dude goes up against the white dude and the white wins Aight then But yo homies... they k**ed my bar... But yo homies be calling me light-skinned!