[Round 1: Every battler a rapper This kind of settin' 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 always told me you gotta strike while the Iron h- I'm a violent block, you trespass and we rock a twat Catch me in your hood day, I dare your squad to pop I back, chopper cocked Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher Zion's stock You thought we was even? It's cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot) Volume 3 comin', you Surf was duckin' him out another rapper and didn't get neither on of 'em Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the in you Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu) You Tryin' to shoot your shot while you to Top Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak? Smack set you up, this a maneuver Aak He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) I every word, perfected all of my grammar shit get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper You dyin' in every I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you Red handed, it's on camera for comin' here, with all of them pies tryin' to get off I aim it at clip on, cock it and let a clip off Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the off As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the chopper Bust in your Funeral like I'm Phara's baby Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of mess If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible Cause if I get the urge whoever this nerd is gettin' served the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision blurred Brain matter roll off a Jew like a Yiddish word Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas I'll Solomon, King David; Bathsheba I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Schu- You know, Juju Smith Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I (Packer) spray Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring Cassius Clay as a mannequin When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay Blac! trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in) I said wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude 12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), I 'Pump Up The Volume' You me?
[Round 1: Solomon] O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, without no rhyme or reason He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent Or your voice And we know if you're a woman, or you're a man yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a trans Summer Madness 7 was embarrassing Got Will put in the vault like protectin' your inheritance Lose your voice you battle me that'll be a true casualty All that talking shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory You once was a breath of fresh air, did (winded) this become a gag to you? time we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you Let's not (knot) pretend his cutting him slack is news (noose) You been given too much by dopes that hang with you O-Red, you the worst Tsu Surf's the Now choking every other just how Nu Jersey Twork's You clowns heard me?! How's anyone your worthy? If now "Jersey" is basically for ending your round early? You should be worried You've snapped less pressure choked through more rounds then them African neck stretchers I forget being king If you can't write more memorable things Cause you struggle to hold up your up when you stick your neck out in these rings And if he don't choke, it's 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?!! This is no For charging me in the ring this'll be O-lay (olé) Six feet will be how the content is if he's forgotten it Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's gotta be consequence Y'all wanna see thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can his consciousness Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my But having a Good Year, launch you beyond the game What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain? If you keep getting stuck in this spot? It's all in vein (vain) Hall Of Fame, Wall Of Award you claimed? and gained I'm coming to snatch that with the money attached like a wallet chain The cost of fame, I called name like you die I'll (dial) collect O You'll hear Red phone an emergency when I press O Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck to slit throat And much to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo) You want smoke? get smoke Who's throwing in chips Or go half on an ounce, I'll split O For the right green, who you want dead? I'm 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 sites like Scott Summers And they the sharpest, the truest marksmen The kicks like the shoe department Or the inf' ya to that logo from the supermarket Bullseye!!! You the bullseye logo from the supermarket? That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a human The shit I the hardest! Sound too But I'm lyin', I don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!
2: O-Red] Smack! Fuck You ain't you a duck Aaron Why you think you look Kirby? (Why?) you suck Aaron (air in) I done killed a lot of niggas, you to be dead wit' 'em I flow poison, create carnage; Red Venom Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his head Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like trippin' You gon' dread Red like Redd when Redd trippin' For Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg missin' He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written) different But this cat, rarely do Aaron black Why y'all him on every Smack like Aaron black? New machine gun, and a pair of when I'm airin' black That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black! Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an Mook? Curtis joinin' your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew) Yes sir, but it him well For battle rappin' to These crackers always want the culture, but they never the skin I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it Until a real Hitman Holla then remix it Speak different he thee victim and we trippin' A classic of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin' But of sneak dissin'... Didn't you wear those when you did your Jordan vs Nitty? Okay that's cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous Bird down and give him the kicks he less fortunate I said he drop I stand over the body and torchin' it Now this AK'll laid (accolade) the kicks, he a Jordan 10 I'm him Smack, why the you give me this Aaron sucker? You would've had a better classic puttin' me against mother Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm on Aaron brother Follow me, I'm the one with the who airin' brother The one with the stick who airin'- you get it, I know you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses I'll smoke ya bitch Wet her up like she Caribbean, that I soak a bitch I get in close wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it I broke the grip Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and a bitch, no offense I'm dope it Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80 Once I Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby Ya me?
[Round 2: Solomon] It's kinda hard to believe that all them in your teeth Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing teeth Or a doctor you could've called, shit doesn't look good at all Your gum line remind me of Twork, with his off I I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they 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 my screw on, they tell him "screw off" I get double the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even two balls Which is twice as nuts, I like to white or black, line 'em up I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my than a fire truck I'll give yo' wifey the she'll have the time of her life I break that box down like recycling night On some shit, it gets passionate You be on a tip Meanin' you gotta wait and can't button like how yo' jacket fit And how Hitman and story described it How you be blocking the box you should have points on your We all lose a of getting cut up Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed that It's a guy code, but you don't know it, you ain't built like that You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes bitched 'bout the time limits Turn around, battled Brizz he cut off and you fine with it? After all the basketball bars you in them tournaments Your be teaming with 'em and you still don't have no sportsmanship? Well now you picked the one wrong boy to try to run on I Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports bars like a pub crawl Who'd a thunk I could dribble, pass, and dunk A player with a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo caca We na na believe you rah rah, you too You a cucaracha, me But nah nah in the you marijuana I can improve on your penmanship and do it so You never did a bid, you whole sentences Rewording your to try to convince the world that you hard On the block, serving up raw or doing in the yard I stopped believing every thing I heard 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 plead the Who you ride fo? What set you with? You think we believe you the blood type O, negative If you rep the clique, you for it Then blood's what you'll a pint of When I put a in a brim, like Peaky Blinders Get pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke We can get it shaking the hands blood, like we took an oath Let's just fight instead of flagging for that extra hype You see they even 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 empty crack viles in every park I played in From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Bronx Fiends in the Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked Crooked stone cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks You get a wooden box, we the beef over board, and butcher blocks should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is what I'm putting on Taking O out to y'all the difference between good and God Not
[Round 3: No intro, I in ya door and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler The trauma, blunt force, no peer pressure Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof while all in shock And drag yo' punk ass to the ledge and make his daughter watch You from the era, right? Cool, he off the top After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops The rest of you going to watch So when I take him off the grid, Iron won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not Thought I wouldn't shoot in of yo' lil' bitch ass crew? Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that I'm still let it loose Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) 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, ain't no me You hear the tires screech on Iron's street an iron piece First round, out the Charger, the clip? Ryan Leaf Neck shot, Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik "Army of-" yeah voice will be that kind of deep No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose the F'in fruit to a vegetable If your granny 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, will rise Your center guy gets to God Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize I left that Jew on another Jew like a genocide Get a [?] get the synonym; M body you for the Lion Kin- that's 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 Don't die nigga, at your queen, she your prequel I like for motherfuckers to watch I murk people Pure evil, any last words- then I burst And make 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single I said I stra-da, ah-ka Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma I'm tired of you thinkin' my translation is rubbish Fuck I put it in subtitles or somethin'? I said I'm In clap you in a coma Madness! I snap at any moment And once again I'm here See the [?] K, like whatcha like? [?] then his get tapped
{O-Red rips shirt. Iron gets pissed and they get in each other's face}
Then it's third for Verb when I'm cockin' the strap All you see is a hoodie drop then the Calicoe Look at him! He he gettin' murked There was no option, I had to throw him in the dirt Look, you salty, I ripped shirt? I don't give a fuck nigga, it's still in the first Ya me?
{Smack goes to end the battle since Iron walked out of the ring, but Iron walks in wearing a jean jacket.}
[Round 3: Solomon] Yo, the streets to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical But weird, why Rajon always unprepared? When he need y'all he never fucking there like the top for the Tupperware w It's crazy how y'all loyal I guess y'all came from the same Where even the clothing that your peoples 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 on my whole family, like the census So if I'm caught in a bad position my trust falls on a of henchman Who raise to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me slippin' See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em with language And when I run Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body language Turn from meat into something Verb would eat And pull the plug and put him in dirt to feed the a feast You and your rivals scams, ladies time to be a man Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans Lux, see if you Loaded with an Iron on your hands All that 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 Jersey like I never 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 have more people that 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, said "good riddance (writtens)" to rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers It's like yo' ship is on fire without a survivor Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a run out a monumental spot Above all the on Rushmore, I'm already ahead of Roc Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a head of One of the only forefathers (four fathers) setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you see You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together No Me You know me, I woulda the mute button on Surf's tongue If you think we need to see Sub Titles then dumb Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the one The SMACK Volumes got up when you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive After that, the blind dumb and the def have to they senses See I can beat you with a chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers Cause I'm so elite with the 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 soul up out you SMACK, I'm ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready once you pay me You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take baby I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like was horseshoes My opponents stack up on the (polls)? They all lose I already reached the top and I don't I need to stop They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking spot Volume 3 coming! For my enemies ugly I was through Pits of your Pedigree as puppies Getting fed to me as munchies you never be this hungry They even you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me After I do to him they not gon' let me leave the country We take it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty I sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20 My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me When I'm dead, they gon' me with Nefertiti's mummy And a couple extra freaky bunnies named and Buffy A pound of Grandaddy Purp a pint of and Dutchies Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he know I'm a spell it out for you, read these names T-Top, Bigg K, and Three great foes And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O jacket shit!