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 40 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!"
If it's beef, then it's gun-play beef
You n***as Sunday sweep, an you will one day see
You will get cafeteria room metal lunch tray beef
If your style was a road, it would be a one-way street
Can you hear me? Am I loud enough? My crew shoot seven
You wanna know where the bullets lead you from this two two? Heaven
Helen Martin with this two two three
That mean this old b**h hanging out the window n***a, two two seven
Round 3: E Ness
When I go to the loo, I got my magnum with me
Cause I always pull a b**h out of magic city
Ass and titties, I''m still spending cash and[?]
Feel like Loaded Lux, I brought the casket with me
See I pull up in that cinder bun, I might just have to give you one
n***as looking at the bullet hole like where you get it from
You ain't got swag you swagless
I drink activist, my ratchet click
I twist your wig around push it back a bit
Stacking chips at the coffee table we just cracking [?]
And I mix the brown with the white I call it Kaepernick
I roll up half a zip, got your b**h on my magic stick
And I bought the coke 45, from Indianapolis
My first half and second half, before you had your first half
n***as talking bout I'm "washed up" I took a bird bath
And my pockets stuffed in that truck when I swerve past
I dress way better than this dirt bag
And shout out to Spice Gang y'all n***as weird
Don't ever try to count my pocket who the f** cares
I pick you off like [?]
Scoop your b**h like Haagen Daz
Hit you with the Foreman grill, turn your face to waffle fries
Man your such a dickhead, word about your condom size
My like full with drama, this lama leave you traumatised
I got the Lil Uzi Vert tucked under the Lil Boogy
Pacific ocean on the Lil Yatchy and some p**y
21 Savages, dropping off packages
A gladiator in the ring, I'm moving like I'm Maximus
See you might bang Magic, but you don't live this life
Take a leap of faith, then turn a b**h into Big's wife
I've been here for two days where y'all at
I flew here on a plane playing AR Ab
I stuck around all these years, just to make y'all mad
n***as owe me for child support, y'all n***as need to pay Dad
They say B Magic this, and B Magic that
Well let me demonstrate how B Magic rap
Six on, catch a clip for, get your sh** poured
Like a hamstring, with the shots in I'm with the sh**s boy
Tip off you get hip tossed I'm the pit boss
I ain't come to kid and play/Kid 'n play with him, he get Criss Crossed
Bout to lift off when the fifth draw
And your b**h substitute my dick for her lip gloss
Now tell Tay Roc, he don't want to go through it
It's so easy a caveman can do it
Get it, Tay Roc he represent the Cave Bang
Well he catch a big edging wound when the gauge bang
If Tsu surf add his two cents he get the same thing
It's lights out, sh** get dark in here/darkened hair without the Beijing
Cause n***as don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'll fry you n***as till I'm fifty years old
Cause when I wear Da Vinci it's fifty pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, where air holes
Round 3: B Magic
I said, I'd of battled crips, bloods, vice laws, stan n***as
Couple of n***as I don't like, couple I consider a fam n***a
But you, E Ness, I just got to give a hand n***a
You made it this far in battle rap, as a band member
See all my real pinned hairs know I'm a hell raiser
Twelve blazer, you get a K into your knot
Bullets spray into your top
They like "80 is you shot?"
The blade will make sure the next s**er laying in a box
I had the doctors like "Y'all we gonna lose him"
I'm on the set with the two, that's home improvement
The best to do it believe it or not
Have your cap spinning before the battle, I'm the King Of The Dot
You understand me, I make your family, the 40 off y'
I'm loaded for this murder, this gone be a total slaughter/Total Slaughter
See I make your b**h scream, while I'm bagging her
She walk in with the long face, while I'm stabbing her
Look, I spit horror, this sh** ain't a game
The Candy Man, the urban legend I got skittles for days
And house on a haunted hills by Camp Crystal and Lake
If this child play these toys k**, I spit on your grave
This sh** scary, like, like, like being in a group with Dylon
Or saying E Ness is a battle rap icon
My grind bomb, you die when the heat spark
You on the wrong side of the curb trying to be street smart
It's B Magic motherf**er, the show arrive
Hit him with the pump, I'll k** this little c*nt
Knock the centre of his millan in the middle of his lunch
Text his video shoot, you get lit up in the trunk
Turn him underground king
See look, I'm a pimp C
I will wave caps under your fitted that's myth [?]
You say you bring more to combat/mortal kombat you must be blinder than Kenshi
I told him 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 of slipped fell and bumped your motherf**ing head