A. Ward vs. Madflex

[Round 1: Madflex]
Aye, I tried to think about a flip for that shirt, but it took too long
Came out rockin’ a jersey - shit, he Jersey’d himself when he put it on
Welcome to the battle of the night!
Tell Kimzy he ain’t bred (bread) for a Body or a collection plate
But they sayin' he can beat me
Well...Cardi B teeth: we need to set it straight
I speak for everybody
You forced this shit upon us when you gave him that Aunt Becky acceptance rate!
I know he a confident little fucker
But y’all never discovered I was puttin’ in work while you slept on me like the Seventh Day
Look at my face! You better pray…
‘Cause if A. Ward showed up with religion, I hope it’s weapons-grade
I’m not worried, set the date
February days when I drop 30
Rep the Bay, you’ll get a wake, and I put that on Tech and Sway
Pander to my people - what you know about Šarūnas Marčiulionis?
...Okay - shut the fuck up about Steph and Klay
I’ll white-hearse this night nurse
We know he a sheltered lame
“Top 10 in the World” Oh, shit! - asterisk: "self-proclaimed"
This a handout, but I’ll still make this light work at any cost like Section 8
I do not fuck wit’ hypocrites!
“Thou shalt not steal”, but he sham God crossover and he stole...the Professor’s face
You special, K
I said, I promise there’s Hell to pay for Heaven’s gates
Madflex vers’ A. Ward - finally!
The irony - you the one who dies, but then I end up in a better place!
I said, who roll wit’ this punk?
When this Girl Scout get crushed, who rollin’ the blunt?
You only here because a Real Deal went bad like Snow on Tha Bluff
No, no, hold on! Hold on...that wasn’t potent enough
‘Cause if it’s Snow on Tha Bluff, I’m ‘bout to steal the show on cam’ from the openin’ cut!
Open-and-shut!
This a homi’ - he can turn a biscuit to a Body like the Eucharist
Against Cortez, he like, “Unload, reload: switch the laundry!” - too legit
Is your tool legit?
Did you even use the clip?
Talkin’ ‘bout “unload, reload”, but you skip the part where you shoot the shit?
Aye, if he shootin’ the shit, he movin’ his lips
‘Cause I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout the Llama clappin’, joggin’ packs in laundromats
Come off of that
Organik tried to hand you the keys...and I still never lost ground like Colin Kaepernick knees
Don’t give me attitude!
I preach what I practice
This little fucker spent three weeks in the mirror, tryin’ to practice to preach
Come on, Oakland, lemme show you so you’ll actually see
‘Cause he be laughin’ in the setups, you know, flashin’ some teeth
Then he’d get serious, he’d throw his elbows back, and he leans!
It adds hype! That’s bad, right?
‘Cause the shit sounds like it’s gonna land when it’s weak!
I’m that nice!
BOO! You are the campus police!
Plus, you duckin’ him so hard that this is like disaster (Dizaster) relief
You out here actin’ elite
You are an altar boy, you little shit
You should’ve known you couldn’t hold a CANDLE to me!
Let’s really talk!
You piggybacked a name off staff
But when you stand in front of me, that little game stops fast
‘Cause you can yell, but I’m developed
Shit, the Undertaker did thousands of sit-ups in the ring, and he still ain’t. Got. Abs!
They cannot save you, Kimzy - go and pray on that
FLEX!

[Round 1: A. Ward]
I said, my Rebuttal Game Crazy!
I really ain’t know what to do wit’ this
Threw up the religious terms, the Eucharist
“The unload, the reload, you ain’t shoot the shit”
We actually kinda cool, so...let’s shoot the shit
Lemme talk to him

[Madflex]
I said that

[A. Ward]
I mean, y’all see how I move wit’ the crew?
The Rebuttal Game still Crazy
He brought up “Jersey”?
I never choke, unless I do it to YOU!
You goin’...
As far as main-event battles on this card go, we both know that you and I should be mentioned
But they wanted to show Mad’ and A. (matinee) early
Well, cool, let’s give ‘em the price of admission
Town Bidness? Everybody you keep around timid
How dare he (dairy) push the beef to the side: we cow-tippin’
This ain’t that loud “BOW! BOW!” for the crowd, I’m mild wit’ it
Stylistic, wild different
Heard he rep his town proud ‘til...he on the ground wit’ it
Obituary didn’t say he love the Bay...it said he was found in it!
They said I can’t see Flex ‘cause he’s next
The cheap threats were weak
I’m deep West
If he’s best, you’ve regressed the scene
I beat vets - Geech? Yes
P (pee) test was clean
That’s a sweep!
These vets have regrets, and see, Flex, you three steps beneath, capice!?
As sure as David had to slay Goliath, you should’ve stayed inside
‘Cause if you don’t steer clear, like Asian drivers
Foxhound gotta say good night to they favorite writer
When you get clocked out like you ain’t retired
And your team gotta pick up Flex like the waiver wire!
I’m that nice!
We not done yet
There’s a lot more advice left to give him
See, you wanted this battle judged
Feelin’ “overlooked” as the next contender
So the fantasy football reference got a deeper message wit’ it
‘Cause ever since my GZ, ironically, I’ve been the Franchise
Addin’ me was their best addition
And we don’t know if you wide receiver or running back
In other words, anybody could be up here in Flex position
Let’s talk!
Every mid-round free nice, too
Y’all know worthy
He said I said “Flex” five times
Well, the sixth time was nasty like Toronto dirty
Let’s get it in!
You don’t like me? Chill
Well, my price keep goin’ off
They take half off your check: a Nike deal
So how are you from the Bay Area, and I’m the one that give ‘em the high fee (hyphy) feel?
Aye, The Saurus, it was terrible, the setup was unique
Because I chose to punch on 3 like Tyreek Hill!
Let’s talk!
The chain mine! Ain’t no stoppin’ that
Man, you just a white Alex Jenney, a stan, up here mockin’ Pass
But let Flex tell it, he be in the gym, and his punches Creed-like in a boxing match
Well, you know what? Forget Aaron!
Why don’t you hit up Norbes, spam Beasley, go talk to Smack?
You got a better chance over there makin’ paper tryna off his staff!
But we in business right now, so no runnin’ tonight - I’m just gon’ walk it back
I said Dwight, Stan, mocking, pass
Jim, Andy, Phyllis, Creed, talking smack
Erin, Pam Beesly, mocking, pass
You see how we makin’ paper with The Office staff!?
I had to take a deep breath…
That was crazy...no, that’s what she said
(*points to a woman in the crowd*)

[Guy in the crowd]
Talk that Michael Scott paper shit!

[A. Ward]
I’ve been in my bag, ever since I got the pen and the pad
You already knew I told God, afterwards, I’m upset, irritated, stricken with wrath
In other words, I’m just sendin’ Him (synonym) Mad’!
Now go ahead, spit your out-of-context Bible bars
Pretend that you way too clever
Battling me already made you better
Round 1

[Round 2: Madflex]
Aye...not that much bite
But they likin’ how you bark, they amazed
Aye, where the bouncers at? Did you check his arms and his legs?
Did you check his palms and his waist?
Did you check the jaw on this face?
Everybody, hop on Facebook and mark yourself safe
If you don’t say “fuck” for two more rounds, then don’t play wit’ me
Bitch, I know a cupcake when I see one like Baby D!
Who you talkin’ to? It ain’t to me
I will make a corpse of Ward
‘Cause you leavin’ a lot to be desire- this a storage war?
Shit, I been in these streets
I’ll stomp a bright crimson release from a Jordan 4
Blood on the porcelain floor
You can see his sticky fingers (Sticky Fingaz) shoot right through the roof like the Source Awards!
It’s over!
What you known for? Talkin’ through people’s rounds?
How ‘bout I let you do it once, Ward?
Here’s how it works - I pick a bar you wrote, you say it once more
I’ll say the setup - you’ll know it
You just say the punch, Ward
Here it goes, clear and slow…
“I’ve got a little bit of everything like…”
Like the what, Ward?
You wrote it, you know it…
(It’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’)
I’ll take it from here!
He’s “got a little bit of everything like…”
Like the junk drawer

[A. Ward]
Where ya get y’all scissors at

[Madflex]
I know
Right now, you thinkin’, “Son, that’s wack.”
You right...but I’m still gonna run that back!
I got a LITTLE bit of EVERYTHING like...what the FUCK, Ward!?
You know what’s in the junk drawer?
I don’t know - fuckin’ JUNK, Ward!
First time in my life, I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I trust Ward...”
Shit, God knows you never find a good pen in the junk drawer!
Look at his face!
I’m gonna run it back!
He got a little bit of everything like the- what the fuck, Ward?
Shit...I need to pick up now, you assholes
I said, uh...oh, yeah, I said it already
I said, God knows you never find a good pen in the junk drawer
Look at his face - he like, “Shut the fu- shut the front door!”
Yo, it’s about to be a long grievance for this harsh beating
Buck-fifty, Kimzy get cut up the spine into five like the Psalm pieces
Dipshit! This chip? Not leavin’
I will slap Earth, Wind, and Fire out yo’ ass ‘til yo’ mom bleedin’
The next nightmare you have is gonna double as a palm reading!
I seen it!
This a red alert
He speedin’, ‘til the clutch reverse
He preachin’ like he runnin’ church
But he leavin’ under shoveled dirt
I got no problems wit’ the convictions of the Father, I mean, Jesus…Shuttlesworth!
Don’t get FUCKIN’ HURT!
Boy, you have been average from the start
Me? I’ve been scratchin’ off more marks than the desk of a freshman
I’m pressin’, I’m settin’ precedence
A decade came, and went and they still countin’ on children like collectin’ the Census
Start collectin’ your senses!
They’ll see it took 20 battles for you to cuss to get some attention…
And that’s why we all look down on a Horseman like Red Dead Redemption!
Why don’t you help him, Saynt?
Y’all Yellow Tape, so start airin’ on the side of caution
Or else it’s yellow tape around that man - that’s Aaron on the side of Caution
Boss shit! Strong kick - southern chili
Donald Trump - I can’t believe he brought some noisy windmill here that’s gonna kill me
Really? You fire?
I’m much more
I’m always gonna end up on top...you know, like your fuckin’ junk drawer, you asshole!
Fuckin’ Flex!

[Round 2: A. Ward]
I said, in that last round, Mad’ was smokin’
It’s just unfortunate that it was a “good pen” that had you chokin’
Like, “Harlem Hospital’s givin’ beds out...Ha-Harlem- hold on, I gotta pick up where I left off…”
You know what?
I looked at this card, and I saw Geechi, Danny, Nitty…
Oh, now y’all wanna hire opps
You see, I coulda easily put Rum with Butter, spendin’ life inside a box
Or punched away Danny Myers’ stock
But I guess, instead, I’ll just Smack Mad’...like when this flyer dropped
You want this advice or not?
I mean, we both above-average wit’ the bars
But what you lack is what I pack, and that’s what’s attractive to the boss
So why you think they asked me ‘bout a match-up wit’ Dizaster when they called?
Because it’s not just that good pen, it’s performance
And they know we both bound to get active (Aktive) on the card!
Now let’s talk!
They say, “The BOTZ Champ made it!
Super PAC leader, the fan-favorite!”
Well, over here, you not built for it
So I’mma show how, as President, you’ll (Presidential) retreat, like Camp David
Flex, you a has-been! I’m too advanced
And we can do written or everything frees’ (freeze) like the computer crashed
And you ain’t get the message? I sent it wit’ two attachments
Shoot the fair one or chill - choose a path
And we can get it shakin’ before we kick it, like they do with captains
Him better than me? Please! Can you imagine?
Flex swing, I duck: huge disaster (Dizaster)
Then I see him openin’ up: Ooops and Aktive
I threw a fast one, the Second Coming: cue the Rapture
No, it will pop up out the blue like the new Aladdin!
I’m that nice!
But I also lately like to bring humor into my rounds, because it’s just so contagious
I mean, Charron displayed it wit’ the jokes he made about my whole engagement
See, we coulda bet racks on this, Flex!
You could’ve helped paid for my wedding, but you over here withholdin’ papers
So now me and my lady gotta elope to Vegas...like the Oakland Raiders!

[Crowd starts booing and jeering loudly]

[A. Ward]
(*to Madflex*) They gon’ chant 3-0 for you right now (*chuckles*)
Everybody loved my Charron impression
You know I had to mock him wit’ the bars
But I already did my impression of you, when I accepted this battle and my name dropped to the bottom of the card
But you know what?!
Since you did that little “junk drawer” impression of me...aw, why not?
Y’all wanna learn how to rap like Madflex? (Yeah!)
Well, cool - this is what you have to do
It’s three things: a forced multi, an NBA player, and a random food
Are y’all ready? (Yeah!)
You told Human:
“I bet everything Elon Musk worth I’m beyond chuck work
And I can make Dijon mustard outta Iman Shumpert”

[Crowd hoots and hollers a little for that bar]

[A. Ward]
Lemme tell y’all somethin’
(Whoa, because he’s Black? That’s why he looked li-? Okay)
“Forcing multis” and “lyricism” is not the same!
More importantly, as a man...is that how you watch the game?
I picture Flex preppin’ for me during the Playoffs like:
“I’m more than tailored to go full Schwarzenegger
And I can make porridge-flavored boiled ‘taters outta Gordon Hayward!”
Nah, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah-nah! Scratch that!
“He don’t want smoke like car exhaust
Or the hardest cross will scar his jaw
And it’ll make tartar sauce outta Marc Gasol!”
What the hell!?
Aye, yo, that’s when PNut walks in like, “Flex, how are the bars comin’?”
He’s like, “I don’t know, Party. I’m type embarrassed
I mean, I got a line, I’d like to share it
But I don’t know what kinda carrots rhyme with Tobias Harris!”
Oh my God!
Forcin’ all them multis like you too clever!
And you spar with PNut, Fredo, and Reverse, so you could do better
Anger management: to get Mad’ this nice, it take a group effort
See, go ahead and spit your jokes
Pretend that you way too clever
Battlin’ me already made you better
Round

[Round 3: Madflex]
Ayo, I hate to break it to you, Kimzy
Secret’s out: we know you a punk
We can change his name to “Ray J” - he still havin’ problems gettin’ over the hump
It’s a shock? Probably not
Look how I’m farin’ against him
What happened to Aaron’s ascension?
They found out I was better in the long run than a barefooted Kenyan
You runnin’ amok
"Christian wit’ a powerful message” has quickly turned to “bitch trip” for a matter of seconds
It’s too soon for you, I’ll put goons on you
I’m statin’ the obvious
They said I wasn’t made for an audience
I told ‘em, “Eat a dick. You can wait a few years ‘til you process it.”
But A. Ward?
Shit, he out here lookin’ like “certified ‘yes man’” is a major accomplishment
The laundry guy - shit…
I bet you if we shout it out, I’d end up takin’ a spot from him
His only offering will be a timely brush with Death like a paleontologist!
I’ll put his boots in grass roots (grassroots) - Oops (Ooops), he breakin’ the politics
Kimzy...nah, I don’t fuck with the Mark of the Beast
This more like the Karma Police
‘Cause you got all of this material on deck
But these kicks can give you less of a profit (prophet) like the Starbury 3
Auf wiedersehn...
You better hope that I don’t even peep the chain
‘Cause I will Aqib Talib the chain!
Y’all seen the game…
King of the Dot been givin’ you handouts, and he complains
“Cassidy don’t need a PG?”
NO! 2,000 people came!
You got the vets - Cortez, Real Deal, DNA
But you not the best, you cheap in wage
They gave you the views - what does that mean today? Nada
I’m taught to work smarter
Jesus walked on water
A. Ward? Hoppin’ on people’s waves!
Aye, somebody tell Johnny to sweep the leg!
I’ll sleep this lame!
I’ll tell you what Kimzy might do...
Shit, he might call out somebody else to minimize what I do
But I got a call-out of my own
It’s “fuck A. Ward” - I’m really tryna talk to...the bitch inside you!
I put you on ice (I.C.E) a while ago like Chilla’s title
Yeaaah, this lesson is about to turn graphic like a children’s Bible!
Kill ya idols, steal ya vitals
It’s fuck favors and fuck haters
I fold more stars at the ankles than Chuck Taylor!
Airin’ the tool, I’ll put a square through the roof like a dumbwaiter
Chalk him out
Let’s talk about how basic ya life is
How you know you got it easy, when you don’t even prepare for when the negative times hit
You canceled on Illmac with three days left
Somehow stayed off the plane, and still managed to be labeled a flight risk
I write the day I book my shit, in case of a crisis
We had faith in you, A. Ward
But you get what you paid for
So a faith-based Christian can break down to a science
Let’s apply it
I’m no battle rap beacon of righteousness
I’m just built to be a better guy than this
I’ve had two chokes in four years - I didn’t even mind the shit
‘Cause Geechi and Chilla got they paychecks, I provided it
Even with my family on my back, I was writin’ it
Days the Ativan had bad exchanges with the Vicodin
Days I couldn’t practice, ‘cause I had to save a life again
Days the radiation didn’t work, but the Heimlich did!
You couldn’t LIVE my life!
Pray for both of us, and whine through it
‘Cause I knelt down to pray, “Lord, thank you for the blessings.”
And the Lord said, “You need to get up! You ain’t got TIME for this!”
I’ll throw the first STONE!
‘Cause I learned a lot from the one David hit Goliath with
You cancelin’ on three days’ notice on a five-month prep
What would Jesus do in three days?
He’d notice the occasion and RISE TO IT!
They didn’t have a doubt that I would win!
I’m the face of a title, facin’ nothin’ but the face of entitlement
It’s not personal, Kimzy
We in Oakland, it’s biz
And you ain’t earn my spot, but it’s my spot ‘cause nobody did!
Bitch, you a straight poser! Flamethrower!
Body count full of slain soldiers!
High risk, low reward, no remorse...GAME OVER!
FLEX!

[Round 3: A. Ward]
I said, we both really nice, so the outcome of this battle, we gon’ make it either way
“I had two chokes in four years”
Why’d you have to make it three today?
You know Jesus? The guy he was talkin’ ‘bout all three rounds?
You know, Jesus died at age 33
That’s 33 shots from twin Glocks, at sixteen apiece
Which means...y’all know the verse
Madflex, well, he became the champ of his league at age 39
He 30’d Sam Kolt, a damn joke, in 2018, which means...bro, you old as DIRT!
You’re 40, bro!?
You are 40, bro!?
I just wanna make sure I get it right
So it’s Mad-flex...’cause you’re pissed you gotta stretch before you get in bed at night
So you 40, bro!?
You over here worried ‘bout who next on a BOTZ plate?
Well, you should be worried ‘bout makin’ appointments to start checkin’ your prostate!
You 40, bro!?
Look...I’m not against people battling at an older age
I mean, Head I.C.E is, like…
You know what, Wolf? My bad - I’mma plead the Fifth
‘Cause he’s legit
But you a 40-year-old up-and-comer...up-and-coming to the realization you probably need to quit!
Look at you...the Bearded Assassin
I’m supposed to fear what he’s rappin’...
All three rounds, clearly aggressive
Won’t even start to smile
Over there lookin’ like every guy on the Just For Men beard dye kits in the Target aisle
You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, Flex!
I can tell you ain’t even apply that stuff today!
I seen that look on a box before, Flex…Touch of Grey!
But Flex chances? Slimmer than a text from your ex with correct grammar
And that’s why you gettin’ lapped, like the first time that you met Santa
This was a trap at home like the Wet Bandits
Bro, please!
Like your pro teams, I’ll run you out your city ‘til A’s the only one left standin’!
I’m that nice!
Bro trash!
That’s when I hit a set of ribs - both slabs
Smooth like a pick-and-roll pass from the old Jazz!
Once again, I’m on the road wit’ my notepad servin’ this clone
I could give you a permanent home
Better act like you know, Mad’ (nomad)!
I’m that nice!
What I’m cookin’ is dope!
Stalagmite: rose from the underground, look at me go!
The bag’s right - ‘Ganik knew what he was bookin’ me fo’!
I backslide - a Christian in Cali, out here lookin’ for smoke!
Got Brian Theman!
Every one of them trash angles the same
Lines about the Messiah reachin’
I don’t rap like that, bro
And guess what? My Christian life ain’t always inspired preachin’ and choirs singin’
Yeah, I did cancel on three days’ notice
Over the last month, my mind been mobbed wit’ all kind of demons, for no rhyme or reason
And I’m tryin’ to remind myself in my mind that Christ is King
And when life is ripped by the seams, to continue to give thanks because I am breathin’
But, bro, my prayer life seem like hide-and-seek or the silent treatment
Or maybe He was just late gettin’ back like tired defense
It’s been rough out here
So that’s why the hands beatin’ him
He get a round of fire: I camp meeting him
They said Christians can’t survive in battle rap wit’ how the fans treatin’ ‘em
But I been steppin’ on toes ever since I brought the Cross over (crossover): I’m Lance Stephenson!
Let’s talk!
(*Madflex steps on A. Ward’s sneaker*)
Like I said, bro trash!
He did that ‘cause he know he gettin’ toe-tagged!
Let’s go!
My freestyle CRAZY on the spot! That’s divine speech!
So, for the next battle, give me Chill’ at home - I’ll apply heat
Well, you know what? We can reschedule Mac for MASS - hit my line, please!
Or shoot, I’ll handle Pass in Boston like Kyrie!
Look, I ain’t come to get personal wit’chu
I just brought enough bars for you and every person that’s wit’ you
And tell the next person they can fall in line
Ayo, Oakland, God Is Good (All the time!)
‘Sup, y’all?