B Magic vs E Ness

[Round 1: E Ness]
I pull a rabbit out the hat, make this nigga disappear
You came to see a Magic show, everybody listen here
You call this nigga top tier, I am on a different tier
I came back cooking, niggas acted like he didn't care
I rip your fucking heart out ya' chest B, give it here
Don't matter how I get my point across long as I get it there
Now when you mention Magic, it just mean misdirection
A lot of smoke and mirrors just a big misconception
You a vampire scared to look at your reflection
'Cause you don't see shit like the colours you be reppin'
''Cause you don't see shit, the colors you be reppin'?'
Watch me work my magic 'cause he gullible as ever
I can't stop, won't stop, King Of The Dot or Don't Flop
You can land every punchline, and I won't drop
I ride around banging my shit, I'm on my own top, I'm on my own dick, I'm self-made, built my own spot
You open Pandora's box to realise that you're a thot, the .40 pop
Hit you, then paralyse your shorty wop
You heard Blue Magic and went crazy when the chorus drop
These shots is unorthodox, the metaphors are scorching hot
I don't see you reach a whole bunch, but you force a lot
Out-of-town shooters in your crib: that's a tourist spot
I'm shitting on niggas anywhere, that's a Porta pott'
I whip yo' ass on cam like Game did to 40 Glocc
This ratchet here's the truth serum, I let the deuce-deuce air him
Snatch every chain he got and let my new boo wear 'em
Knock out his front tooth, then I rob the Tooth Fairy
Crip walk on his back then roll up the Blueberry
I said that chain on ya' neck becomes a chain in my hand
I slide it in my pocket but you can't understand
I ain't even pawn it, I just gave it to my man
And that's what the fuck I call a chain of command
Magic you just make believe, I'm like Sugar Ray with these
I poo pat, twist ya' cap back, 98 degrees
I'm Edward Scissorhands, I been chopping all day with these
You came from out the PG's, made it to the major leagues
Fuckboy, you can suck a dick, with the AIDS disease
That House In Virginia, got you shakier than make-believes
I'm DJ Khaled with the flow, I got major ki's
So all the talk about I'm washed up, you can save it please
I pay-to-play, machine gun drum, that's an 808
I shoot both ya' legs off, make sure you stay awake
Ya' street cred, and ya' gang ties is on lay away
My street cred, and my gang ties is doing A-okay
I been fucking with the white girl before labor day
All-white everything, even after Labor Day
Treadmill, running through a track, I'm on a paper chase
Run up on ya' baby mom, shoot her on her labor day
See niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'ma fry you niggas till I'm 50 years old
'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes
Time

[Round 1: B Magic]
Nigga my shit ill, in other words my rhyming sick
Choppers in ya' mouth nigga, you gon' face the consequence
And it's common sense, it's wild style when I palm the fifth
That bullet hit man that mean I'm wildin' out with these kind of clips
Open hand E. Honda hits, ya' top'll paint the floor
I'm next door, acting like I'm knocking on ya' neighbor's door
He walk up, I run up, Magic what you got the banger for?
I raise the arm, and this shit is not to make a toast
I get it popping, I'm as cocky as The Rock and came to grow
I pop out like a paparazzi with a shotty hanging low
Ya' whole body swing the door, everybody trained to go
And you gon' see the steel I rise like Maya Angelou
Switch it up, this hot shit, I see through him like a oven door
I fuck this nigga bitch, trip, he ain't ever fucked before
She said the nigga weak, and she make him sleep on the fucking floor
He used to run from niggas now he, do it on the hoverboard
Would I walk for cake nigga? Hell no
Neither for Cambodian breast milk for the Chappelle Show
I ask the plug for the ludicrous, and he throw in a elbow
Your Amazon'll get this fire stick, that bitch'll get jail broke
I'm cold heat, with all types of clips, fuck how you built cuz
I'm missing screws, go take a piss in your daughter's swimming pool
I'm strapped up with two fours on me, like Griffey shoes
When I pull up, I bet you all change like Jiffy Lube
This Magic bitch, old nigga that's why you go for the ratchet Ness?
Tragic yes, 'bout to throw a bullet in his faggot chest
Let me hear you talking down, and I'ma go and grab the TEC
And leave you lost boy, I love piece that'll make you nap E Ness
Bars, heavy metal on stage, let's have a rock fest
You looking for a monster, well I got this shit on lock Ness
The block best, with the behavior of a stoner
Trash nigga, I see Brenda baby is all grown up
I be hopping out the Regal fresh
Riding to some DJ Khaled feeling like we the best
Hold up, I teach you Ness
With some bullets the size of baby birds sitting inside this eagle Ness
I need respect
Round one

[Round 2: E Ness]
B motherfucking Magic, now what the fuck happened?
Last Smack event you robbed Smack with no ratchet
They paid you up front if you ain't show up to the battle
If I smack I'll smack the pulp out ya' apple
How Smack let you hit him with the razzle dazzle
You left him up shit creek without a fucking paddle
I hate when you fuck-niggas do bad business
But I heard you did slimy shit to mad niggas
You came to Philly, battled Bill, then choked on the battlefield
Then you ran from what's-his-face, you should run for track and field
Ya' black ass, should stay in the Lou, sit back and chill
And let real niggas like me stack a half a mill'
This nigga's in his period, somebody pass the Massengill
Ness'd never do a no-show but B Magic will
I fly his head 'cross the hill, him, Jack, Jill
And that's why niggas like you will never have a deal
You will get ya' cabbage peeled, then I do the cabbage patch
The self proclaimed king of battle rap, you can have it back
I wrote battle raps before battle rap was battle rap
You feel lucky? Where ya' rabbit foot? Blaow, battle that
Rest in peace to Mike Brown, rest in peace to Trayvon
I move shit all across the board, let's have a seance
E. Honda, Hundred Hand Slap wit' a Napalm
Treat you like the mailman, let you meet the K nines
I'm back on my chubby shit, my J.B.M. Bucky shit
My 'that shit nutty' shit, and fuck who you buddies with
And fuck that little thot, you be getting lovey-dovey with
The rubber grip'll send B Magic to the mothership
Now B Magic you're not savage, you're bubblegum
I got the eight plus one under the cummerbund
Now come and get this ass-whipping you been running from
I ain't gon' lay you on the slab, I tuck you under one
Overhand uppercut, karma is a motherfuck
I'm smoking one, while I'm rolling one, that's a double dutch
Buck fifty, on each side, to fill my double cup
I punch you in ya' chest so hard, he get the bubbleguts
And I ain't gotta slow it down, you know I just dissed you
Like Billy Crystal, I get silly with the pistol
I represent the Me-Unit, Philly ain't the issue
You get the sharpshooter followed by the Russian sickle
'Cause niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'm 38 but my MAC-11 20 years old
'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 20 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes

[Round 2: B Magic]
This the word y'all
He tryna throw y'all for a curveball
The Mac'll shoot that'll clap on ya' roof, that's a bird call
In the dictionary, there should be a picture of Ness beside the word 'fraud'
And every biker boy-ass nigga wit' you beside the word 'broad'
Scratch that, I got something better, I'm robbing ya' mans
A bullet'll melt in ya' mouth if a knot in ya' hand
I'm a hustler, huddle up, when I got the advance
All percs, I flip scrips like it's not in the plans
You niggas die when it's...
…..like it's not in the plans
Look
When I fire the eight
You're shot talking, it was something he was dying to say
Try anyway, worst-case scenario you dying today
Bullets like dishonest niggas, they'll lie in ya' face
I'm hot Ness, I will make a MAC clip steam
I mean it's huge, you know it's over when this fat bitch sing
Kill me? Shit, nigga how would that shit seem?
This bitch different now that you here like a catfish scene
I hit his cap, hips, spleen, you'll ride in the dumpster
GoldenEye 007, you'll get shot in the Bunker
These motherfuckers knowing that my type wild
Knock his leg off, now hip hop is his lifestyle
Listen, fuck you talking-ass niggas
No life, just another battle-watching-ass nigga
You really a Magic-fan-till-the-coffin-ass nigga
Be all at the computer screaming "Magic, talk to that nigga!"
I say you dumb, if it's beef, then it's gunplay beef
You niggas Sunday sweet, and you will one day see
You'll get cafeteria room metal lunch tray beef
If ya' style was a road it'd be a one-way street
Can you hear me? Am I loud enough? My crew shoot seven
You wanna know where these bullets leave you from this two-two? Heaven
Helen Martin with this two-two-three, that mean this old bitch hanging out the window nigga, 227

[Round 3: E Ness]
Now when I go to the Lou', I got my Magnum wit' me
'Cause I always pull a bitch outta Magic city
Ass and titties, I'm still spending cash from Diddy
Feel like I'm Loaded Lux I brought the casket with me
See I pull up in that Cinnabon, I might just have to give you one
Niggas looking at the bullet hole like "Who you get it from?"
You ain't got no swag, you're swagger-less
I drink Actavis, my ratchet click
I twist your wig around, push it back a bit
Stacking chips, at the coffee table, we just cracking bricks
And I mix the brown with the white, I call it Kaepernick
I roll up half a zip, got ya' bitch, on my magic stick
And I brought the Colt .45 from Indianapolis
My first half and second half, before you had ya' first half
Niggas talking 'bout I'm washed up, I took a bird bath
And my pockets stuffed in that truck when I swerve past
Every day I dress way better than this dirtbag
Now shout out to Spice Gang, y'all niggas weird
Don't ever try to count my pocket, who the fuck cares
I pick you off like Asomugha, scoop ya' bitch like Häagen-Dazs
Hit you with the Foreman grill, turn your face to waffle fries
Man you're such a dickhead, worried 'bout ya' condom size
My life filled with drama, this llama leave you traumatised
I got the Lil Uzi Vert tucked under the A Boogie
Pacific Ocean on the lil' yachty and some pussy
21 savages, dropping off packages
A gladiator in the ring, I'm moving like I'm Maximus
See, you might bang Magic, but you don't live this life
Take a leap of faith, then turn the bitch, into Big's wife
I been here for two days nigga, where y'all at?
I flew here on a plane playing AR-Ab
I stuck around all these years just to make y'all mad
Niggas owe me for child support, you need to pay y'all dad
They say B Magic this, and B Magic that
Well let me demonstrate how B Magic raps
Six or, catch a clip full, get ya' shit poured
Like a hamstring, in Chi-town, I'm with the shits boy
Tip off, you get hip tossed, I'm the pit boss
I ain't come to kid and play with him, he get crisscrossed
Big dog, 'bout to lift off, when the fifth draw
And ya' bitch substitute my dick for her lip gloss
Now tell Tay Roc, he don't want to go through it
It's so easy that a caveman can do it
Get it, Tay Roc, he represent the Cave Gang
Well he'll catch a big exit wound when the gauge bang
If Tsu Surf, add his two cents, he get the same thing
It's lights out, and shit get dark in here without the Beijing
'Cause niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'ma fry you niggas till I'm 50 years old
'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes

[Round 3: B Magic]
Nigga I done battled, Crips, Bloods, Vice Lords, stan niggas
Couple of niggas I don't like, couple I consider fam nigga
But you, E Ness, I just gotta give a hand nigga
You made it this far in battle rap, as a Band member
See all my real pen-heads know I'm a hell-raiser
12 blaze ya', you'll get a K into ya' knot
Bullets spray into ya' top, they like "Ay E is you shot?"
The blade'll make sure the next sucker laying in a box
I had the doctors like "Y'all, we gonna lose him"
I'm on the set with the tool nigga, that's Home Improvement
The best to do it, believe it or not
Have ya' cap spinning before the battle, I'm the king of the dot
You understand me? I make yo' fam leak, the 40 off ya'
I'm loaded for this murder, this gon' be a total slaughter
See I make ya' bitch scream when I'm bagging her
He'll walk in with the long face while I'm stabbing her
Look, I spit horror, this shit ain't a game
The Candy Man, the urban legend, I got Skittles for days
And the house on a haunted hill by Camp Crystal and Lake
If his child play, these toys kill, I spit on ya' grave
This shit scary, like, like, being in a group with Dylon
Or saying E Ness is a battle rap icon
My grind bomb, nigga you will die when that heat spark
You on the wrong side of the curb tryna be street smart
It's B Magic motherfucker, the show arrive
Hit him with the pump, I'll kill this little cunt
Knock the center of his melon in the middle of his lunch
Texas video shoot, you'll get lit up in the trunk
Turn him underground king
See look, I'm a pimp, see
I will wave caps under ya' fitted that's Memph Bleek
You say you bring more to combat you must be blinder than Kenshi
Look
I told him once, these motherfuckers scared
I'm from the motherfucking Lou', that's how a motherfucker (play it)
Beat me, can you believe, (what this motherfucker said?
You must've slipped, fell, and bumped yo' motherfucking head)