[Round 1: battler ain't a rapper This of settin' show if you can rhyme or not Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the Volume pop Only took this battle, cause Beasley you on fire Aak And mama told me you gotta strike while the Iron h- I'm from a violent block, you and we rock a twat Catch me in your hood next day, I dare your to pop I comin' back, chopper to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than Zion's stock You thought we was even? It's over cause niggas me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot) Volume 3 comin', you said was duckin' him Called out another rapper and didn't get on of 'em Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the in you Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu) You to shoot your shot while you lose to Top Now you you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak? set you up, this a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) I every word, perfected all of my grammar When shit get (in tents) you will not be a happy camper You dyin' in every I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, on camera Just for comin' here, with all of pies tryin' to get off I aim it at this clip on, it and let a clip off slip, he dip I switch and let the spin off As soon as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's off I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the baby Bust in your Funeral I'm Phara's baby father Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of this If you got for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible death Cause if I get the urge whoever miss nerd is gettin' served Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision Brain matter off a Jew tongue like a Yiddish word Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas raise Solomon, King David; Bathsheba I'll send a tip ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu- You know, Juju Schuster Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray Get back, you'll get with a ring like Cassius Clay as a mannequin When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a geek Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy I said wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude 12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I Up The Volume' You me?
[Round 1: Solomon] O-Red's be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or reason He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, the silent treatment Or your crack And we don't know if you're a woman, or a man Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some a trans Madness 7 was especially embarrassing Got Will put in the vault like you's your inheritance Lose your when you battle me that'll be a true casualty All that horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory You was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) this become a gag to you? Every time we see you choke, I just strangle you not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him slack is news (noose) You been given too much rope by dopes that hang you O-Red, you the worst Tsu Surf's the Now choking every other just how Nu Jersey Twork's You clowns me?! How's anyone your town worthy? If now "Jersey" is basically slang for your round early? You be wild worried You've snapped under pressure Then choked through more rounds then African neck stretchers I mean forget being king If you can't write memorable things Cause you struggle to hold up head up when you stick your neck out in these rings And if he choke, it's cause his admiration made him practice for me The only reason Red (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me Red cape...a bull...matador?!! is no Spain For charging me in the this'll be where O-lay (olé) Six will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it Blac, rewarding accomplishments? There's gotta be some consequence Y'all wanna see these of his on screen, for the people watching this Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his Champion washed his brain, got him he's on my plane But having a Good Year, launch you beyond the game What does on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain? If you keep getting stuck in this spot? It's all in vein (vain) Of Fame, Wall Of Shame Award you claimed? Lost and I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a chain The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) O You'll hear Red phone an emergency when I press O Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to throat And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just (skitzo) You want You'll get smoke Who's throwing in though? Or let's go half on an ounce, I'll O For the green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a pothead Had the drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red From box cutters to blockbusters the hounds at him like fox hunters My top gunners got Red in they sites Scott Summers And they the sharpest, the truest marksmen The pump kicks like the shoe Or the inf' turn ya to that from the supermarket Bullseye!!! You know the logo from the supermarket? That's a red dot in the of O-Red, you a human Target The I do's the hardest! believable too But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!
[Round 2: Smack! Aaron You ain't tough you a duck Why you you look like Kirby? (Why?) you suck Aaron (air in) I done killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be wit' 'em I flow with poison, create Red Venom Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a when his head drippin' Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig You gon' dread Red like Trippie Redd when trippin' For them Dead Presidents I'll Kirby with a leg missin' He paralyzed, every bar after that, was (bed written) We're But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron Why y'all him on every Smack like Aaron black? New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm airin' That's an MK the two revolvers, I'm airin' black! Aaron wack, how you lose round to an iffy Mook? Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, that 50'd you (Jew) Yes sir, but it him well For battle to begin These always want the culture, but they never want the skin I'm of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G wit' it a real Hitman Holla then they remix it Speak different he thee victim and we trippin' A classic case of, "What are those?" dissin' But speakin' of dissin'... Didn't you wear those when you did your scheme vs Nitty? Okay that's cool cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm Bird down and give him the kicks like he fortunate I said he drop I stand over the and keep torchin' it Now AK'll laid (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10 I'm him Smack, why the fuck you me this Aaron sucker? You would've had a classic puttin' me against Aaron mother Get to airin' on Aaron I'm airin' on Aaron brother Follow me, I'm the one with the who airin' brother The one the stick who airin'- you get it, right? I know you fuckin' Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I a bitch I get in close wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I the grip keep on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense I'm dope it Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be daises Iron get the headshot, get three a piece from the .80 Once I expose wisdom, you bitches can split the baby Ya me?
[Round 2: Iron It's kinda hard to believe that all flaws in your teeth Is a problem you couldn't solve by flossing your teeth Or a doctor you could've called, that doesn't look good at all gum line remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but still look like complete shit You used to have single out? Your dentist did the remix This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they him "screw off" I get double the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even two balls Which is as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up I got hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire truck I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the of her life I break that box down like recycling night On some passionate shit, it passionate You be on a tip Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button like how yo' fit And how Hitman and story described it How you be the box you should have points on your license We all lose a chance of cut up Our chances of cut up, they gettin' killed like that It's a guy code, but you know it, cause you ain't built like that You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes bitched 'bout the time limits Turn around, Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it? all the basketball bars you spit in them tournaments Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still have no sportsmanship? Well now you picked the one white boy to try to run on I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports bars a pub crawl Who'd a I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk A with a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist monk This goo goo gaga you blah doo doo caca We na na believe you rah rah, you too You a cucaracha, me But nah nah in the sauna you I can improve on penmanship and do it so effortless You never did a bid, you inventin' sentences Rewording your bars to try to convince the that you hard On the block, serving up raw or doing dirt in the I believing every thing I heard from this fraud When I hear he works at a job as a guard I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, crime In a parking lot in a marked car, with your white partner Is you 5-0? Or you the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you with? You really think we believe you the blood O, negative If you rep the clique, you for it Then blood's you'll bleed a pint of When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky Get pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath Let's fight instead of false flagging for that extra hype You see even lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes So you can try to portray me you wanted to paint me But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's Stepping on crack viles in every park that I played in From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin' Crooked cops stone cold and dealers cookin' rocks You get a wooden box, we the beef over board, and butcher blocks Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is I'm putting on Taking O out to y'all the difference between good and God Not
[Round 3: No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your mother to with a big Heckler The head trauma, force, no peer pressure Then take the of the fam' to the roof while they all in shock And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and his daughter watch You from the freestyle era, Cool, he off the top After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops The of you niggas going to watch So when I take him off the grid, game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not Thought I shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew? Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't a fuck who up on that roof I'm still goin' let it Right in of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the Blue That's a punch move You ain't catch it? review The first one was all of the babies, I Rumi, Sir, Blue But when B birthed the most thought it wasn't true Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't got a Clue Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me You hear the tires screech on Iron's with an iron piece First round, bust out the Charger, the Ryan Leaf Neck shot, turn Solomon to Iron Sheik "Army of-" yeah your voice will be kind of deep No for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose Turn the F'in fruit to a If granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her .40 and they speak over your mother's mother BAOW! Millz by the way My niggas slide, clip rise Your center guy sent to God Hit ya tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize I left Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide Get a [?] get the synonym; M body you for the Lion Kin- where Simba lies (symbolize) I Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde) Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the to his bitch wig die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel I for motherfuckers to watch when I murk people Pure evil, any last words- then I Eagle And this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single I I stra-da, ah-kla ah-ka Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma I'm of you niggas thinkin' my translation is rubbish Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or I I'm Strapped In I'll clap you in a Madness! I could snap at any And it's again I'm here See the [?] K, whatcha life like? [?] then his pockets get
{O-Red rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and get in each other's face}
Then it's Twork's third for when I'm cockin' the strap All you see is a hoodie drop then the Calicoe Look at him! He know he gettin' There was no option, I had to throw him in the dirt Look, you salty, I ripped your I don't a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the first Ya me?
{Smack goes to end the battle since Iron walked out of the ring, but walks back in wearing a jean jacket.}
[Round 3: Iron Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, I just wanted words with you When you hear from all your operations, let get surgical But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared? When he need y'all he never fucking there the right top for the Tupperware w It's crazy how y'all loyal I guess y'all came the same soil Where even the clothing your peoples made for you is just to pray (prey) on you If you can't count on your family, I don't know what the sense is I can count on my whole family, like the So if I'm in a bad position my trust falls on a gang of henchman Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be that catch me slippin' See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em body language And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body Turn Verb from meat into something would eat And pull the plug and put him in to feed the worms a feast You and rivals doin' scams, ladies time to be a man Jump inside the ring and dance or quit to the fans Lux, let's see if you Loaded an Iron on your hands All GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs When I slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan Then I'm chewing through Jersey like I ate a plate from the Garden in a vegetative state Yeah! Jean jacket let's go! And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves You can more people that roll with you than bowlin' shoes I step in the game, you get X'd the frame Nobody spared when I take all the pen in my lane I sent the Bloque to the gutter, "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers I'll rap 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers like yo' ship is on fire without a single survivor Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a run Carvin' out a spot Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc Above all, the no on Rushmore, I'm already a head of rock One of the only (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You if you don't see You saw what when you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me You know me, I woulda the mute button on Surf's tongue If you think we need to see Sub Titles you're dumb Listen, fuck you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one The SMACK Volumes got up Just you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive After that, the dumb and the def have come to they senses See I can beat you a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my subject matters What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til ain't right about you And I don't have to write about you to snatch your right up out you SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you know I'm once you pay me You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) take anybody baby I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron this was horseshoes My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? They all I already the top and I don't feel I need to stop They even got me the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot Volume 3 coming! For my it's ugly I was chewing through of your Pedigree as puppies Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry They even lettin' you touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me After what I do to him they not gon' let me the country We could it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like 20 My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me When I'm dead, they gon' bury me Nefertiti's mummy And a couple extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and A pound of Grandaddy a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't I'm a spell it out for you, read these names T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O jacket shit!