Ave vs. Snake Eyez

[Round 1: Snake Eyez]
I don't play wit' niggas, you know I've got a dark past
I'm from the East Side of Harlem, my nigga, so it ain't nothin' for me to Park Ave
I've been in a great space...
But these rappers? Indiana Jones
They biggest fear is to face Snake
No games, Nate
Oh, you think we ain't familiar?
So Virginia just gon' bring me they failure?
This new Ave try to look real, but we know it's fake like the GTA trailer?
Fuck outta here, Uncle Ave!
Sippin' on them Bud Lights
You've been tickin' me off lately
You know we peeped all your subs, right?
Wе'll catch you at your aunt crib
If the nigga buzz twice?
We'll put you in thе dirt so you could live a bug's life
My first sentiments...is nigga, you been gettin' played for years
Doin' the worst bickering
If you die, and your mama cry at the funeral, holdin' her shirt, shivering?
You better hope URL show up in honor like Surf sentencing
Let's be rational!
'Cause you don't make moves like me, dawg
Show some gratitude
How the fuck yo' name Ave, but you don't generate different avenues?
Come on, my nigga, you can't fold this fight
I don't play on cam', your boy hit light
Chrome gripped tight, as shells run through niggas: Joe Smith wife
I got a lot to say!
Oh, you better cooperate!
This lil' niggas be puttin' too much grabba in the 'za today
Catch him in the deli, Glock'll spray
Smash his muffin over beef!
I'll do a nigga the Ocky way
Is he relevant!? Never! It's evident
You need more etiquette
I'm a raw specimen
This .4 I draw? Special shit
Get smacked greasy, then catch the mill', like Norbes' settlement!
Sad you gotta die next!
(*scoffs*)
I don't wanna hear no drug stories of how you had the Pyrex
You come to the East Side, steppin' in my hood, tryna flex?
Hassan Campbell: you gon' get shot before you leave the projects
I-
2-minute rounds, man!
For you, it's fortunate, though
Just remember my name's Snake...
I gotta shed skin in order to grow
Rap, nigga

[Round 1: Ave]
It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch!
Naw, I'm lyin'...
I just finished my rounds today for you, Chris
You know this shit was never crossin' our path
But now it's strictly roadkill: Snake's dyin' just for tryna cross Ave
Who got you gassed?
Like you really kill in this habitat?
Like this fake Harlem legend too real for battle rap
'Cause we feel your worth is useless
That's why I'm in a lane that niggas know you never been in, pussy
That's word to Yunus!
Is you stupid!?
The fuck have you proven that got you movin' like you do
Unless it's Mook and them losers y'all been recruitin'?
See, I blame it on your leader
'Cause you let him paint the picture, you would think this bitch Eyez really movin', like Mona Lisa
But please, bruh! This weak fuck is a total goof!
You ain't street vicious, you beat bitches
We know the truth
And that's just a damn disgrace
But you put a man in place!?
Bet you see plenty space between Eyez like Brandy face
'Cause he's fake!
See, Snake ain't really part of the jungle
Nigga, you pussy - play your part and be humble
You think he'll really help y'all squad if we rumble?
So you expected him to stay ten toes down, like you ain't seen he had a problem with Stumbles?
That nigga punk'd you! Like, really hurt your pride on that date
Then they say Newz fucked you up and made you cry in that place
He snatched your chain, and you ain't slide for that, Ace?
How that nigga had you so rattled, you were scared to get your diamond back, Snake!?
That's 'cause he fake, and he make y'all think he might seem live
That shit is crazy how y'all hype these guys
I already saved your life tonight, mean guy
But I could make you Stacey Dash that fast
Bitch, don't look Clueless when that light green, Eyez!
He know the vibe!
Got a mob of guys I could call to slide
And if I give 'em all a couple C-notes, they harmin' Eyez (harmonize)!
And they all palmin' .9s!
Yeah, the squad got the toasters
Put Eyez in the cloud, and all that God-watchin' over!
So tell your man keep his composure, ‘cause they the hurdle
Don’t care about your stories from jail, we can’t confirm ‘em
Ain’t worried ‘cause this bitch y’all era
So tell your backup Warriors, just make sure that they’d be Chris Paul-bearer
I’m wit’ whatever!
Make me pop the trunk and catch a homi’!
‘Cause I’m dumpin’ out the shotty if a dummy come to try me!
Just slump him by the lobby!
Turn it to Jean-Paul Gaultier…(*sniffs*)
Yeah, that’s a smell comin’ from the body!
I’m godly!
Everybody know I’m a crowd killer!
But you seen the most death (Mos Def) on the stage, like Brown Sugar
But you push this to a further demise?
You’ll get a bullet wit’ your name on it
I’m makin’ this personal, Eyez (personalize)
Time

[Round 2: Snake Eyez]
Y’all let this bitch pretend
I ain’t in this shit for friends
Extendo, make the clip poke out like the Crimson Chin
Y’all think he comin’ for my spot!?
Tell your manager to chill! He think he thuggin’, but he not!
He frontin’, he get shot!
And just like the Manning cast, each brother get a box!
I don’t talk to y’all dudes!
And fuck every nigga that thought that I’ll lose
You KD, I’m Anthony Edwards
‘Cause on this court, you can’t walk in my shoes
What’s happenin’ here?
Nigga, how our status compare!?
Y’all got Snake Eyez vs. a nigga that watched five movies and made a battle career!
This shit is the difference
Killer, Ave!? You don’t fit the description
I remember movin’ slick in the trenches
When I was runnin’ from detectives on the block, nigga, you was watchin’ Olivia Benson!
Don’t confuse us!
We see how you maneuver
You keep a cougar?
Keep her away from me, Ave, or I’ll recruit her
I don’t even want the pussy
Y’all know Snake be stuck on the head like Medusa
You’s a loser!
Nigga, you don’t do nothin’ for this game
What you know about Bag$ and Bodie$, skydiving, hustlin’ for the chains?
When you joined Dot Mobb, you was jumpin’ for the fame
I left Dot Mobb ‘cause it was fuckin’ wit’ my name
You join Dot Mobb, they start fuckin’ wit’ the lames
I left Dot Mobb and started jumpin’ outta planes!
What you do tough!?
I’m wit’ your wifey, Netflix, Hulu’d up
The group too tough, I shoot groups up
Every time you see me, I keep gettin’ bigger like NuNu’s butt!!
They all mad! (x3)
This ain’t no tall task
T-Top-

[Ave]
I like that one. That was cool

Ayo, what you do clutch!?
I’m wit’ your wifey, Netflix, Hulu’d up
.22 tough, I shoot groups up
Every time you see me, I keep gettin’ bigger like NuNu’s butt!!
They all mad!
This ain’t no tall task-
(*A couple crowd members interrupt to mention how NuNu Nellz’s butt is bigger than it was yesterday*)
I mean, hello!
Come on, I mean, hello!
(*chuckles*)
They all mad!
This ain’t no tall task
I been schoolin’ niggas - come get your hall pass
But this shit? I Am Legend: I’m tryna dog Ave…
2-minute rounds, man
Just remember it’s unfortunate, though
My name’s Snake, I have to shed skin in order to grow
I’ll give it to you - short round

[Round 2: Ave]
You need to chill wit’ all this tough-guy shit
Nobody buys it
You try it and always fail
Every altercation Snake been embraced with, he don’t prevail
‘Cause you frail
Real bitch nigga, and we can tell
Tryna fool us wit’ this gimmick like you was this beast in jail
Like he shake and never lost
That shit’s forever false
‘Cause what we seen you do on land only proves that you hella soft
So you can kill the welling talk
‘Cause all we used to seein’ is the bitch-ass in Eyez like Tracee Ellis Ross
Let him cross me like he really want smoke
I’ll dog youngin
Believe me, I’ll bring war to Eyez (water eyes) like a raw onion
Meanin’ I’mma get the hands off best
Then I’m breakin’ out that butterfly to Snake: it’s a dance contest
I ain’t impressed ‘cause he claimin’ a set
I know this lame ain’t a threat
He’s only tryna find a lane for respect
Don't give a damn if you the Loc
These niggas said Snake in the NeighborHood
Well, the poles will have this animal controlled!
Wait, whoa, he ain't really wit' that gunplay, dawg
Y'all can't believe the street claims that this bum say, y'all
Even his gang shit's a dumb play-off
We know this lil' nigga Eyez (eyes) wasn't really C'in' (seein')
He the young Ray Charles!
Bitch, you's a fraud!
I don't need the color for clips to pop
I just put a simple call to my brother to spin the block
Plus, I could spend some guap
For instance, a simple 3 Stacks? Man, I ain't gotta say nothin' for shit to drop!
That's a lock!
You not the one to slide for your crew
If you get popped up, you callin' him to ride for you, fool?
This nigga here is your pick, surely?
You really got belief to have this one-eyed nigga avenge ya like Nick Fury?
Knowin' he be fakin'? Not really with the shakin'?
Well, bitch, I'm trained to go anywhere that you wanna take it
See, y'all? I got him nervous
See, I can give some bitches the sign to put the sparks on Chris (Cris'): it's bottle service
So let your section know, we wit' the wreck fasho'
One deck, bet you see Eyez flat like electric stoves
That's why sendin' threats a no, 'cause we really set to go
.38, snub nose up to his, kiss Eskimo
Or I’ll put the weapons low, throw a left, extra blow
Have him pissed that his clique chose to dip through the exit do’
But do you get the message, ho?
Like, once you start shit, the only one to blame is…shoot, yourself, like Plaxico!
So tell ‘em, bro!
These niggas know I been ‘bout that action
.30 under the .40, that’s that improper fraction
You better skate quicker
‘Fore medics have a headache tryna recognize Snake in the grass like a fake nigga
Time

[Round 3: Snake Eyez]
You was Cave Gang’s bitch, now you on EFB dick
You could kiki, ha-ha 'bout me gettin' jumped, tryna show you tough
What's worse? Gettin' jumped, or bein' on your deathbed and none of your friends showin' up?
You know how it go wit' us
You see, now I gotta hurt your pride
You was big Cave Gang, talkin' 'bout how you finna slide
That nigga Roc showed up for Surf court case
Why he ain't show up when you was finna DIE?
Nigga, WHY!?
Enough’s enough - heh
Plus AngryFan was gon’ fuck you up
He had some grievances, he was gon’ lean your shit
He was-
Yeah, facts
Facts
(*A guy in Ave’s corner repeatedly says “None” a few times to counter Snake’s angle*)
Can I rap? Stop talkin’ while I-
Can I rap!? Stop gettin’ emotional
Lemme rap, nigga
Enough’s enough!
AngryFan was gon’ fuck you up
He had some grievances, he said he was gon’ lean your shit
They said you was goin’ couch-to-couch, I ain’t wanna agree wit’ it
I said, “Them stories ‘bout Ave gotta be cap. I know he just wasn’t out here winging it.”
You still keep the iron low like you anemic?
Stealin’ bars? I could show you best
You get no respect
Revolver, up the nose on Ave like a COVID test
This open-rec!
I don’t rock wit’ rats
Shit was crazy on that bid, when I reflect
Niggas was gettin’ cut up north outside for rec
My story in jail wasn’t fun, I ain’t Kai Cenat
You can’t survive them steps, nigga
Make bigger decisions!
Your promo garbage, marketable trash
Don’t be quick to defend it
You fat, lazy on the Web, you don’t do shit for the system
They marvel at my work, I could mix with the killers
You Miles Morales on the URL roster: damn near invisible, nigga
How y’all give him the Villain?
This dude ain’t no savage!
N.Y., we move like the Army
Keep thinking the goons ain’t established
Tools get to clappin’
Empty bullets in your winter coat and give you a full metal jacket!
What’s crackin', nigga?
(C’mon, man…WHAT!? What!? What?)
Yo, you forever twat
I be in places you could never rock
My hood laid many down, we had several opps
Cops tried to find the gun, but the arm was missin’ like Swave Sevah pops
Nigga, come to my block!
I got a little Loc that’ll rock you for the paper
Fuck followin’ the basics
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, he runnin’ up like Wallo motivation
2-minute rounds, man…it’s unfortunate, though
Just remember, my name Snake - gotta shed skin in order to grow
Rap

[Round 3: Ave]
As far as battle rap’s delusional niggas…I swear to God, you gotta be Mount Rushmore
But I always wanna ask when you braggin’, what the fuck for?
Cuz sure, I know you confident
But outside of that belt, pussy, be honest
You never knew what “accomplish” meant (accomplishment)
Who the fuck you trying to convince?
We know you broke
All this braggin’ how you get to the dough is a total joke
Man, this ho cannot flex
Can’t call yourself a Don
You Elton John: still livin’ off of your pop checks
Let’s just stop the frontin’
‘Cause you battled on every major platform, and still ain’t in nobody Top 100
That’s how you know he a goofy
Nigga bogus, a groupie
And just think, with Snake brandin’, he’s supposed to be Gucci
But see, he truly has an awful career
Look, let’s be clear
You was rappin’ on AngryFan before I was even here
You just ain’t leave no impression
But you had a Black Compass to guide you, but your eye couldn’t follow the right direction
Ain’t Rex in your connections? What role do he got?
‘Cause he never helped you Elevate, but you supposed to be Dot (B. Dot)?
Wait, Harlem don’t got you a part of they list
Queens don’t think you exist
Even in Brooklyn, everybody hates Chris!
This shit is sick!
AngryFan, ain’t this your family, scrap?
Why you got this nigga out here decreasing his brand in rap?
You can’t help your mans adapt?
So what, you bein’ cool with the disabled nigga’s really not comin’ in handy, Caps? (handicap)
That shit wack! He’s a big rap scam
Got no impact, fans
Scrilla hit ‘cause he don’t get rap bands
And these is big facts, damn
You’re just a bitch steady chasin’ the Dots
And how ironic - weren’t you Ms. Pak man (Ms. Pac-Man)?
The fuck y’all sayin’? Y’all let him keep playin’ like he that guy
That’s like homeless niggas braggin’ ‘bout “Nigga, I be outside!”
Ain’t y’all tired of lame imposters?
But I’m givin’ you the blame because you set the stage for Chris, Smack
This ain’t the Oscars!
Let’s stop with all the cappin’, ya dig?
Think you a factor? Then shit…
You buggin’, Eyez (bug in eyes), like a African kid
You ain’t shit but a clout-sniffer
I put in real work in this field
Bag$ and Bodie$ just proves you a house nigga
Wait, no! That ain’t no shame to my dude
I think that platform’s great for the up-and-comers buildin’ names with y’all moves
That’s why you should be ashamed, but y’all cool
‘Cause in 10 years, your first fame came from Holla
You the same as Ja Rule
Bitch, you’s a goof!
I told you, “Fix my plate”, right, Smack?
Wait - he don’t even get the slogan, nigga!
Straight like that!

[Snake Eyez]
Y’all the only niggas reactin’ to every bar!
Y’all the only niggas…

(*Ave and a still-complaining Snake Eyez dap up to end the battle*)