Iron Solomon - Iron Solomon vs B-Magic lyrics

[Round 1: B Magic] I say umm, bars finna get real when bars finna spit I'm saucing the sh**, Saw finna give false images Kabal finish him, car flippin' if y'all in the b**h You damn near lose your life in Boston; I'm Paul Piercing him You know Paul Pierce, n***a You damn near ain't make the cut Purge season, at your door, like, "You coming to play or what?" Shotgun, close range, coupon; I'm saving bucks If I have to come back it's official, like Lady Luck Is y'all ready? ‘Cause, n***a, I be bustin' a TEC Have your moms over the casket, like, "I love him to d**h." Keep the homies quiet Because this Hawk I got tucked in the sweats Is my Avenger; leave Ironman plugged in his chest If it's beef, then it's just temporary Heat around me, read about it, keep the TEC's in the Chevy Slit his throat, I'm tryna cut out what he was just finna tell me This cat will be walking dead, like Pet Cemetery You the next getting buried, I shatter your face It's Magic, I'ma die a king, n***a; Alex The Great Black or white, brown or tan, I still clap in the place You get bombed on in Boston no matter the race My n***a, I run sh** Titanic; before it go down you n***as jump ship Punk b**h, you can get a tooly to your cheek This chopper will ring a bell; it's a beauty in a beast n***as be smart in school but be stupid in the street You get a headstone; I'm Medusa with the heat You get a whole clip, from the Uzi if your reach They gon' have to turn your food into smoothies when you eat His name Solomon, but b**h, I'm the king that is real "Heard you got Iron Solomon, Magic." – big deal I'll run up with a gun up, this bummer get big steel Two rounds in his back Big round in his front; that's a Big Wheel Check the flow, I might be guilty as charged, just act innocent Rap venomous, let me show you what rap venom is He gon' need a few good men, like Jack Nicholson When I put the ratchet to work, like black businesses Viciousness, b**h, I spit fire from the first Say you wanna see more popularity? Just die, the sh**'ll work First six of your homeboys gonna slide you in a hearse Then your views will increase once Iron on a shirt Look, I'ma make somebody coffin You try to run, leg shot, ain't nobody walkin' Ain't nobody talking, when I hop up out the Caddy And put Iron in a bag ain't nobody golfin' The shotty sparkin', a gun'll blaze ya Arm raised, you see the light; I'm the undertaker It's Writer's Bloque, posted up with these .45's Just know it's Magic when they tell you that the show arrived [Round 1: Iron Solomon] You wanna know how I see the world? Take a peek through these crooked gla**es You'll spot yourself in my rear view but for me there's no looking backwards Nikiya, I'm on fire with this heat I be cooking cla**ics You gotta strike while the Iron is hot, keep booking matches And I'ma keep taking these names and whooping a**es This hobby I put in practice puts bodies in wooden caskets I put a hit on B Gs they ain't gon' survive It goes "ha ha ha" but no ones staying alive Or we can do a different dance move, my wrist both lock It will knock your soul out when dis goes pop Yo, I tried to stop this from happening, I pleaded, "Just think it over." But they used Poison for trapping this measly rodent to feed the cobra A beast, I'll eat 'til the feast is over, leave his bones to appease the vultures So B, better keep it kosher, trying to beef with a seasoned soldier To me, you're soul food, I mean BBQ, meat and okra You a monster? Well meet the ogre I make monsters look mediocre, you a god, till they see Jehovah Y'all impressed with a Z of doujah, 'til it's next to a ki of coka What can Anakin teach to Yoda? See what happens when they need exposure? How they ga**ed him to leave his sofa to come to my house And lie down in this bag, well sleeping over! Wake up! It's all a dream but it ain't always all it seems like Paula Deen cooking collard greens Your holiday is Halloween It feels like you caught your queen f**ing Charlie Sheen The top tiers in your face, got you feeling like the Jordan meme I make Marilyns outta Norma Jeanes and put these pussies on the screen I don' made more cats famous than Carter Deems I got your name ringing, your digits is up now You hitting figures you ain't touched in a while, that's a drunk dial Get clocked like a grown man, you got hands like a young child Throw shade, I'll show you what time it is, that's a sundial Nas, Hov', Biggie I'm all of them compiled An Amish woman's closet, you only got one style And it's all recycled fluffer, when it's time to fight each other You say the same thing in every single ring, you Michael Buffer You George Foreman grilling, your range is very narrow This recipe you cook with is the same in every battle Every, one flow Y'all give dude a dap like I've got millions I'll body everyone's flow, do the dap like a chameleon, brilliant I k** him with versatility son, Attila The Hun's artillery, a million guns And this is date rape, I ain't gon' fill him with d** But you gon' really be f**ed up, I pop a pill in your mug I go hard, you hearing variation every time I rap Your style easy, you don't really wear a lot of hats And you ain't Earvin "Magic" this habit becomes the d**h of you You sick, but doing the same f**ing sh** is unacceptable When they talk of top five, it's so one dimensional It's no wonder you can't get no one to mention you [Round 2: B-Magic] I say you wanna get it, I'm wit' it Wanna rumble then f** it 49 in the clip, keep one in the oven Catch him at a get together, get to slumping his cousin Then I'll make two Irons to get beat punching with Douglas Pull the gun in the public, you can die in the street All you gon' hear tomorrow is n***a Iron deceased Catch you snoozing you losing Turn your life into meat The Freddy Krueger the Ruger, b**h you can die in your sleep I'm a survivor of beef, I be locing with some k**ers But know n***as who throw up Blood like Cirrhosis of the liver Why are all these monkey n***as keep posing as gorillas? I go beast mode on a mic like the opening of Thriller Brand new, chrome nina, rose gold trim on it Just bought it, black BM, four do' rims on it Seen Iron hop out, now it's go mode, wig on him Name flip him, now my Iron got a solo M on it I say, best flow in battle rap, Iron gon' taste defeat Shooting my way outta the Lou' like David Lee You talking about that One Thang, like A Marie And make a n***a bite the curb trying to stay street Don't play with beef, this germ will go to Hell Get to dumping the gauge 'til the barrel burning on the 12 Your whole team'll see Hawks, I'm Richard Sherman with the shells It go dummy behind bars like Ernest Goes To Jail I visit one where Iron step Rip the torso of his body from the entire rest The Amazon will go crazy for the fire stick The challenger is getting cooked I'm an Iron Chef This is an AGC thing Nike across his mil' into my ACG lane Iron gon' get the metal steel You'll get checked in advance that's a record deal Check the real, I'm dope as the bottom of the damn blender It's B-Magic versus one nutty transgender He'll be laying stiffer than a Sandra Bland picture When I fire across his yard like a Klan member But my n***as down for the gang violence Every ten or fifteen minutes the same sirens Shut 'em up, we ain't gotta bang Iron, a left will hush him up You get a right to remain silent If Real Deal had the "Howdy partner let's get a beer" look You must be the punk a** Jew go get the beer rook' Step ten feet from the table and get the beer took Probably got a little Yamaka on in your yearbook I be swerving through the trenches, cowboy, two 8's on him Michael Irvin with the biscuits, I'ma just see the win Jesse Owens, you get it? Cause I take a Jew off the game, that's the '36 Olympics Round 2 n***a [Round 2: Iron Solomon] So you saying you retiring, cause the game ain't inspiring I hate a no good worker who trying to quit before you fire him I mean, if you ain't give us your two week notice, nobody would notice No diss, these are just facts and you know dis You stopped putting your heart toward the craft of the art form Only rap for the paper so you write you write on every card bored/cardboard And to us it's confusing because we used to see the pa**ion But I guess it was just an illusion, not even YOU believe in Magic They used to beg to see you rhyme, but now you never even try This ain't yo' destiny, that's fine, but let your legacy survive You keep tarnishing your name and eventually it dies I feel like I gotta k** you to keep yo' memory alive Because Magic's lack of confidence is a cancer And my plan for stoppin' it is this ox in my hand It's my antioxidant and when you see me running in yo' house it's fatal You get stuck in yo' crib like a couch potato You see, quitting is some b**h sh** You wanna switch genders I'm trying to stop you from being a p**y, I'm Kris Jenner Maybe I should face the facts that you washed up, table scraps Since you quitting the game of rap then I'ma bring the fade to black, but wait But answer me this question Where you going after you quitting? Back to Missouri, so you could focus on your Cripping? Cause you rep the blue in the Lou' like you the mayor there Til the real Crips roll up on him like stair chair Or them fives popping with the heaters trying to keep it lit Throw they flames up in face and make you plead the fifth See I just don't believe the sh**, something doesn't seem to fit How you repping C's but yo' name got a B in it? How we know that B legit/B-Legit if we don't ever meet the clique/The Click I ain't never seen a Crip as shaky as the C's/seas you're with Y'all a bunch of local Locs who go to Sunday ma** Come home that night and write some gun play raps You be in every round tripping, this the one way pa** Getting paper from yo' lines but they just ain't facts You the Hors d'oeuvre before the entrees pa** I seen through to the real meal, you're the buffet gla** I got an appetite for Crab but him and me in different leagues Where's Surf? I'm too B.I.G. to get crippled by little C's/Lil' Cease You like sixth best in the midwest, is you kidding me? You think you can k** King Iron Solomon in the Middle East? See, it's a mystery why y'all consider B a threat You are little league at best, the epitome of "ehh" But you brought your camp ga**ing how quickly we forget I just literally went toe to toe with Hitler in the flesh! So that's a [?] hype and be the reason that I strike And I'm like fighting the white viking, Iron Kike Tyson ain't Jackson Saying you beatin' me on my writing, you getting Ma**acred but at least you can die trying You get bodied in a war, we know he'd die It k**s me that people say B O.D. why? (B.O.D.Y.) Oh Lord, if only he could read he can tell That when I'm up against Magic I can beat him with a spell Lie down, you a dying man who could've stood a fighting chance But name yourself "Magic" and never learn no sleight of hand See yo' punchline wizardry I mastered it faster I done took your book of potions studied chapter by chapter Y'all wanna see a trick I learned? Take this magical rapper Transform him into a corpse, abracadabra [Round 3: B-Magic] I keep a chopper In case a n***a try to rush and fail I drag around his dead body, n***a f** the smell After he don't break fast when I dump the 12 I'ma let his egg fold when I bust a shell Russian steel Yeah, you can get the 47 And I'm a 25 packer like Dorsey Levens It's more to tell him, I came in with the 40 Big a** shells talking too It's a Never Ending Story You see Never Ending Story? Well this where I belong dog If I ain't talking, then I'm talking with iron It's on y'all, keep playing, and your fam' gon' be getting that phone call I keep a bad a** gun on my side like Road Dogg It's B-Magic motherf**er, it's only right I say the show arrives Your baby mama got a beard and her shoulder's wide Her left arm short a**, she got Oprah thighs p**y smell like a n***a with Ebola died f** the joking, I bust what I'm toting 'til your skull is open Bullet fragments curving your spine like Scoliosis Beat your chest not a flesh from your shoulder's bulging Been testing n***as since the 90's like Maury Povich So listen Iron, you don't want these missiles flying And the double barrel pump leaving your sh** divided Like Frank Gathers on Empire when I spit the fire You can die behind bars and get k**ed for lying Weird sh**, f** a gun, I got two hands to k** with On some Arkham City Batman silent k** sh** Duck the punch, you f** around get hit with a heel kick b**h I'm Wheatley with the poetry, you gon' feel this Google that Location on, found him on Google Map Fettuccine a n***a ceiling, I'll knock your noodle flat Tell me something this one nut Jewish n***a can do for rap He can say he draw and co*k, he feeling Superbad Say, got the car running, bumping Weeknd Feeling like Marshawn how I'm running through your defense You at work? I come and take him out his office like impeachment You couldn't protect money with prenuptial agreement I told 'em once (This motherf**er scared, I'm from the motherf**ing Lou' This 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!) [Round 3: Iron Solomon] It was like Batman versus Superman when Bloque and Homi intersected You verse Money was Wonder Woman, not the body we expected From the name flip king, is you serious bro? That style I used to k** Jin ten years ago So you taking that title I can never respect you Getting the credit that should be mine is identity theft So you might be the spot holder to the average fan But compared to how Iron sk**et you a flash in the pan See they say this battle is like B-Magic verse B Rabbit Cause I'll make you show me bunny ears if I see carrots/karats The set that he's flagging, O.G.'s try to teach Magic But couldn't school him right if you test him he C average I don't fancy what the fans see in you, what I sees average And I don't need gla**es to see through the theatrics You speaking on beef tactics Without any street status Hugging your fat wife is the only time that you squeeze ratchets You give her basic cable, my tubes the complete package You should let me bang her box if you don't wanna see static Me and that b**h straight f** until the weave matted, the sheet tattered And then face f** until her teeth shattered When we smash, it's like she's in labor, we keep at it I tell her, "Breathe and don't stop pushing" until she's had it Yeah I was gone for awhile but they letting me sneak back in The wigger that be black and I'm bringing what B lacking Got the shotgun smoking and don't got a weed habit Leave you curled in a box like the spring on a cheap mattress Y'all remember, when that battle when him and Big T happened? It was fitting to be cla**ic then Jerry got erratic Hit a slippery slope, he stumbled and he panicked Blew one line, it was all downhill, like a ski addict The same sh** we seen happen like a hundred other times That you don' slipped, fell and forgot your motherf**ing rhymes I mean, we done got so used to you choking we thought "f**..." was your new slogan It ain't the same on the screen as when you write in your book You Etch-A-Sketch and go blank and lose your lines when you shook We seen your bright future fade away, turn into a rainy day This f**ing choking and getting beat turned Black to 50 Shades Of Grey But it's cool, you had a dope run on Smack A couple of brief years Til they ditched you like Dose, chucked the deuce and said "peace square." Then they made you double up with Chilla just to compete there They knew a 2 on 2 was the only way you'd be prepared/pre-paired I mean, its cool, no it's cool, you were hot for a few summers man These newcomers ain't really built for war like the new Hummers But me? I'm married to the game without a prenup Could count more years in these rings than a tree stump Yo, I give three f**s 'bout John Cena vs Hollow Da Don Diva I see all your d**h in these lines, I'm a palm reader Yeah I been a top threat and I ain't in my prime yet I ain't hit a stride or driven by the finish line yet So who finna die? Pick a time Your quick demise met, you'll get victimized Ichibod, who's head I chop next? I'm still a little rusty getting rid of cobwebs Working out the kinks the only Diz' is not dead I signed a triple battle deal and delivered three fold And after this third round that completes the 3-0