Geechi Gotti vs. Jey The Nitewing

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing]
So lemme get this straight…
We got an entire card full of recognized names
And all of EFB to the left of that
While you on a last-minute run for the belt
‘Cause the Hollohan battle prolly held you back
So to build momentum, you just needed some kind of…pushover, right?
Someone you can beat the fuck up…with the help from Smack
So I’m pussy, is what you tryna tell me
Nah, it’s all good, bro…lemme help wit’ that
Ayo, Traffic! We got Jey The Nitewing vers-
Nigga, you’s a PACK!
Round 1! And this EFB strain got me energizеd
They say Cali got the best trees
Yеah, that’s why he’s still alive!
This finna get ugly!
Shit goin’ left wit’ a Crip
Sounds silly, but trust me
If this left doesn’t drop you, I’mma feel like I’m rusty
Go ‘head with that mobster shit, Gotti
Roll the dice if you feelin’ that lucky
Gon’ see flashing lights out in this desert, I’mma be feelin’ like Bugsy
Shit really get nutty
You bein’ from Nutty Blocc made it darker
I ain’t George, but up north, they call me the Washington Carver
Wrong Wing to make a rival (arrival)
They ‘bout to watch your departure
Got the mechanic back in the hood, and now I’m knockin’ the starters
Ay, Bay Loc…why the fuck is that your name, bro?
You ‘bout to piss me off
That’s your hood name? So it was some niggas that…gave you that-
Listen, dawg
You mean to tell me…
If one of yo’ niggas is across the street, and you wherever the fuck you standin’ at
He shouts out “Bay!” (bae)
Yo’ prison-brolic-built ass ‘bout to answer back?
Where the camera at?
This your champion, Smack? That’s finna get this nigga neck broke
Big Crippin’? I can’t tell
Aside from ‘bout the rest of the set left bro
By the time they come back, Bay (bae) moved on: now he Ex-Loc!
I’m givin' you back to the streets!
What that mean? I’ll take the root (route) from you
Champion of which year? Tuh!
They ‘bout to see you humbled
You should thank me for keepin’ you from the belt: I’m the cool uncle
Talk like you know better
Ay! I don’t give a fuck about your gift wit’ the gab
That presence you got ain’t the same wit’ me
You spendin’ Christmas with Dad
That tone in your voice depend on how many niggas you have
A Crip wit’ a flag ain’t no different to me than a bitch wit’ a badge
While i’m whippin’ yo’ ass, if they jump in, them niggas get stabbed
If I see C’s (CiCi’s), I got all the slices them niggas can have!
Rip him in half! Somethin’ like Moses did with the staff
More like he Moses, ‘cause God gon’ have to give him a pass!
And Jey (Jay) Pharaoh, ‘cause if I catch you, this impression’s your last
I’mma keep it a thousand wit’ you
I saw your last three battles while I was diggin’ through trash
Ay, it’s the farthest from hate
But if you win the belt this year, that there is gon’ tell me that all of this fake
Fuck the Hollohan battle
I was hopin’ they’d have vaulted the tape…for all of our sakes
But this year, for you, still garbage
We could argue for A…Verb and Ward
Nigga, Marv doin’ great
Rum, Chef, The Block Captain despite all of the hate
Y’all sorry ass done took a coffee break, couldn’t get Coffee to break
It’s like one nigga-
AY! It’s like one nigga from Black Compass to argue for Bay!
But it’s hardly debate
Just take it from me, bro
Rockin’ with Polo? Awful mistake
Who I think it should go to? I’m not gonna say
All I got is this 30-sack of work for you
I don’t got a dog in the race
We just talkin’!
Y’all know why when he talk, you all can relate?
‘Cause lately, a target ain’t made until he finds one that you already hate
Think of the last two years…which battles got y’all callin’ him great?
Eazy and Mike
Now don’t lie
The Culture wanted to see them both die before they even walked on the stage
That’s why lookin’ at you, I feel like I’m lookin’ at a officer’s face
You only as strong as your backup
Them numbers is all of your strength
That’s why I’m a problem for Bay
I told you the day we met, I feed off of the hate
He thought it was safe, and picked the wrong tree to hide behind
It’s ironic how Gotti dyin’
King callin’ his bluff, and it wasn’t enough to just bark in his face!
You talkin’ to Jey Hova!
They told us “Geechi the best”
Believability ain’t gon’ help you the way you compete wit’ the rest
You speakin’ to Death
And the last thing you need is for me to really believe you a threat
I don’t need your respect
I need the way I kill you to be seen by your set
The logic is different!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The logic is different!
Niggas Gotti got wit’ him seen how the body was twitchin’!
Now even the niggas that laced you in say they not even trippin’!
You can stop with the gimmicks
Made a nice little career for yourself outta soundin’ convincin’...
And it still got you killed
Starin’ at the sky while you slippin’, some real type of feel
Shadow of the Mad One passes over you
Made you think of your slogan, too
And now lookin’ in my eyes kinda different, ‘cause it ain’t gonna feel like it’s real
So where this champion at?
That’s like sayin’ I’m a good mechanic, Smack
How they got it wrong
‘Cause yeah, I got Geechi back in Traffic, but it’s not for long
Mad fuckin’ King!

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
Yo-yo-yo, y’all hear me? (Yeah!)
We got Geechi Gotti…(versus…)
You could never be one of the best on the West
My nigga, you choke too much
We got 2-minute rounds
Even though you rapped for 5 minutes, I don’t got time to play
I’m gettin’ straight to the point
I ain’t finna joke too much
Next time you go over time, I’m cuttin’ you off
It’s nothin’ you finna do about it, my nigga, you soft
I could fuck up and tell them, “Don’t put this battle out”
That’s somethin’ I could discuss wit’ your boss
Now the ground rules laid!
The ground rules is laid! Let’s get it started!
Brand-new chop! This bitch retarded
I wasn’t even worryin’ about you
I had T-Rex, Serius, Hitman was in the target
They told me whatever’s left, hand Jey like Harden
You tryna bargain? I don’t talk to the help
Gun violence how all my problems was dealt
He like, “Geechi, I don’t think that was a good idea”
Blow his brains over there like…”Next time, keep them thoughts to yo’ self”
Nigga, I’m a soldier!
I’ll go in yo’ crib, leave bodies on the flo’
The smell of death is the aroma
Gun to yo’ kid head, that little muthafucka’s a goner
I see yo’ bitch tryna peek her pretty little head ‘round the corner
She offered to suck my dick in exchange for me not to smoke her
I said, “Cool. Lemme help you slip into somethin’ more comfortable…
Bitch, a coma!”
I stay trippin’!
Apologize, or your father dies from the ‘K spittin’
Meanin’ you play your cards right
Or you gon’ lose your daddy - watch - like Ray Gibson
Ay, pimpin’! Ay, pimpin’! Ay, pimpin’!
Ay! Ay!
The shit I shoot look like a movie, but they fasho’ gon’ fear it
I’ll kill your kid, then rap ‘bout it
I’ll make Jey son lyrics (Jason’s Lyric)
Ay, Jey! Ay, Jey! Ay, Jey!

Yeah! Every fuckin’ bar!

I’ll kill your kid, then rap ‘bout it
I’ll make Jey son lyrics (Jason’s Lyric)
Ay, Jey, I’m really a top dog (Top Dawg)
You stuck in the same spot
I really could school boy (Schoolboy) on how to get his name hot
I don’t need a Reason to let the heat sizzle (SZA)
Leave him with a flamed top
Bullets go- yeah!
Bullets aimed at his body go through his Ab, touch his Soul
Watch his frame drop
Or the beam on the chop’
‘Cause this ‘K Dot’ll leave Jey (Jay) Rock(ed)!
I got the game locked!
I’ll grab the steel and slump Jey!
Get physical like Tru Foe’nem
My Chicago niggas told me to Bump Jey (J)!
This a pump, Jey! You need some body armor
The sawed-off came from London: my Shotty horror (Horroh)
Ay, you got a daughter!? You better keep her outta the range of this!
Sendin’ her to Sky Dad is my definition of raisin’ kids
Ay, Jey’s a bitch!
He think we supposed to be scared of him ‘cause he hella big
Man, I’m a gang-banger, I done been through hella shit
Swing on me, you gettin’ shot
I guarantee you make the floor quicker than you ever did
The Beretta lift! What I’m sprayin’ is crucial
I seen yo’ battle vers’ Real Name
What they did to yo’ hoodie that day, it was brutal
But play wit’ me, and this bitch’ll take the whole sleeve off like laser removal
Jey, you a goofy!
Nigga said he a mechanic
The fuck you work at, Pick-a-Part?
Nigga, you’s a…
(*The audience laughs*)
Where the fuck you work at? Pick-a-Part?
Nigga, you’s a bitch!
In my hood, you the type we’ll pick apart
Tell my homies, “Break his legs, arms-”
Yeah! In my-
(*The crowd gets more receptive to the bars, so Geechi runs it back*)
Nigga, you’s a-
Where do you work!? Is it Pick-a-Part?
In my hood, you the type of nigga we’ll pick apart
Tell the homies, “Break his legs, arms - don’t matter where. Nigga, pick a part”
I’ll put his-
(*The crowd is really into this glitching segment now, so Geechi runs it back one last time*)
Where the FUCK do you work, nigga!? Is it Pick-a-Part!?

[Crowd members]
IS IT!? Is it!?

[Geechi Gotti]
You a bitch!

We gotta know!

In my hood, you the type of nigga we’ll pick apart
Tell the homies, “Break his legs, arms - don’t matter where. Nigga, pick a part”
Put his face on the front of that obituary, then tear the pic apart!
Nigga, you been a mark!
I’m the type to-
Sometime, I do missions without the gloves, so if somethin’ go down, they’ll know Bay did it
‘Cause it’s certain scenarios where killin’ a nigga is more important than how I’mma get away wit’ it
I got my first gun as a kid
It looked like a toy, I had to play wit’ it
Ay, when the ‘K kickin’, that’s when I’m grippin’ the tool
I’m talkin’ run up on him really blickin’ this fool
He fall down, I got this bitch standin’ over Nite (overnight) like a prostitute on Indian & 27th in Indian Schools
And when it’s real, y’all can tell!
Y’all can see it in his eyes!
Yo’ turn! See if you can make niggas believe them lies!
Nigga, time!

[Round 2: Jey The Nitewing]
(*Jey takes a few minutes to get focused, then clears his throat*)
I’d side with one soldier over 20 men, if in they heart, they’re weak
I can tell you got heart, Gotti…that most don’t have until you on their street
We got different mindsets
What look like two guys talkin’ is a convo with two armies behind that
Just let ‘em talk their peace
The barking subsides when the hands shake, and the dogs stay on their leash
That’s what I used to love about battle rap
It’s like a peace treaty in a planned attack
I’m sure we’d all agree
As opposed to the cost of respondin’ outside these walls can be, nigga, talk is cheap
‘Cause neither of us is hard to find
Just go up North and tell ‘em you want the King
Or go to Compton, right on their street
Google Maps: “Hair salon near me”
You outta your fuckin’ mind
Gotti, havin’ a 9-to-5, I don’t care about
But when you on Crip street wit’ the big heat, that make it seem like it’s for fan clout
All that trap talk you was givin' Eazy, and sellin’ bundles out your damn house
After all that horse you was pitchin’!? That ain’t some shit I’m tryna hear about
You on a weird route!
Got me questionin’ your whereabouts!
Now they share doubts
You know what’s funny?
I’ve been thinkin’ your mannerisms was weird for fuckin’ years now
Nigga will say “The .50 bang”
He gon’ clap and point his hands out
We’re like, “Gotti…what the fuck weapon is this?”
I’m tryna hear him out
But then it clicked…watchin’ my wife fixin’ my daughter hair on the damn couch
Nigga, this is the motion of usin’ a blow dryer to blow some hair out!
Ayo, Gotti!
Gotti…fuck anything you was gon’ attack me with!
You think I’mma take you serious!? Sassy bitch!
Got me mad as shit!
Smack, why is that true?
Passin’ by the beauty store, I know I did not just catch you
I should beat you the fuck up!
Nah…but I might just clap you
Code word “RELAX!”...and let the iron flat you!
They gon’ say this was a blowout
Wasn’t even a real test
Course he had all that to say to Mike
For him, that shit was a silk press!
Ay, then Coffee had kill threats
Somethin’ ‘bout you and Hustle’s alliance
I mean, I don’t really fuckin’ know
If I said I knew that it was, I’d be lyin’
But if I had to guess, it’s ‘cause this nigga keep double-bookin’ the clients
Bro, how are you braggin’!?
All this gangsta shit while you’re blue-flaggin’
Dude actin’ like he Frank Lucas, ‘cause the conditioner he uses is Blue Magic
Yo, you a bastard, Gotti
Ay, ‘cause these people came here to see you
This not for me
This shit breakin’ they heart right now…
They like, “Not Big Geech…”
They already had to defend you while you was hiding in trees
Just to find out, when it’s time to throw ‘em, he just gon’ bob and weave!?
FUCK ALL THAT BELIVABILITY! I do not believe!
I know your homies sad
Watchin’ you use Verb’s shit against Eazy
That lets you know he trash
Every angle, buncha gossip
Lookin’ at his job, this bitch a pro with that
But imagine if Gotti was in Eazy's position...
He couldn't cope with that!
All the assumptions of who's fuckin', if Papoose punched him
And with Eazy, we don't even know these facts!
But all it would take is for Remy to show up with some braid locs like Poetic Justice, and we'd at least hope he smashed!
It's Geechi Gotti!
The battle rapper from Compton who thinks he's Mozzy!
Mr. No Studio'N with the sneaky hobbies!
If you seen his podcast...
And as a man, you may not have
But it's kinda scary
Bunch of relationship talk and gossip - the topics vary
I couldn't tell if it was a podcast or somethin' written by Tyler Perry
Watchin' Marcus from the salon talk about why he's married!
Bro, I hate that this is facts!
How you bangin' this and that!?
Initiation was him puttin' HD laces front to track
In under 18 minutes- HEY! HEY!
In under 18 minutes flat!
What type-a lacin' in is that!?
Picture his first day: this nigga waitin' in the back
Frustrated 'cause the way the people trainin' him is wack
Graduated Gene Juarez, they already hatin' him for that
His co-workers just tryna figure out where Bay position at
He like, "I can do washouts-"
Man, watch out
AY, MAKE THIS NIGGA RAP!
The rest is history!
He wrote that down and couldn't wait to get to SMACK
Now this guy's the URL 6ix9ine
And it ain't 'cause you'd rat out your posse
But we know 6ix for the weird hair shit, actin' all cocky
Talking gangsta when we know he scary
That don't sound like it's Gotti?
"Well, when it's real, you can tell..."
That don't sound like Tekashi?
Alright, Gotti...
In all seriousness, I feel like I'm helpin' you
Lot of your fans don't know this side of your story
They prolly felt it, too
So while you busy tryna put a end to my career - which I already helped you do
Just keep one thing in mind: I could end yours wit' a Yelp review
Mad fuckin' King, man

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
Whole buncha fuckin' hair bars...
Sound like a bunch of other niggas I battled

[Round 3: Jey The Nitewing]
It's crazy to me what we can see today is the norm
Whole craze of screaming depraved but ain't felt the rain of the storm
So much freedom we forgot how to behave 'til it's gone
In the age of technology and information, I used to say that doesn't make us informed
But the truth today is we see the truth but take it and recreate it
We've remade it into something else we can be okay, cuz we afraid
It's a situation where all of reality becomes subjective, we all seen The Matrix
Now think of Bay as the guy that was eating steak at a seat with agents
Knowing what's on his plate is as fake as the love from the streets he's claiming, a thing of status
Security and self-enslavement, they've prearranged it
You just can't see the bars of these cages
To me the strangest part of this entire ordeal is the appeal, and how we've
Embraced it
And I know what you're thinkin', this brother's keeper ass angle, it's your least of favorites
Y'all don't wanna hear all this Sharif shit, just see who Caine is
And we can just blame this on the generation before us, they leave us hanging
Heroes taken, their seats stay vacant, why should we reclaim it
We see this gang shit as out only form of protection, so he keeps banging
Repeat the language, let this new hip-hop sensationalize our death, then keep replaying
Cognitive dissonance, while we listening as the CD changes, and see no changes
We can complain all we want to but to be so blatant
As to hanging a flag out of your left pocket to reap the praises
Of being our people's only form of an army then see you takin' an aim at the same face as your face, so we became the racist, amazin'
Our whole identity estranged, and how we just nameless, peep the namin'
You woulda thought Geechi Garvey was already taken
C'mon, Marcus!
It's not crazy to say somewhat we was mistaken, but we gotta acknowledge it
You got knowledge that those you was following didn't know how to give
What's empowerment if corruption turns us into polar opposites?
Red, blue, right, left, bro this is all politics, just take a look at what Reaganomics did
Then take at the Gaza Strip, the parallel's more than obvious
Bro look at what Hamas had did, on both sides it's the innocent that pay the consequence
What you think this shit ain't real? Well nigga look me in my eyes again
I ain't gon' ask you to choose a side again

(*throws a C*)

Just think about why this stands for community
The same ones that would shout at me for holdin' it out like this
Im talkin' to you Marcus, I don't care how impatient this crowd might get
Y'all can give him this round, but what's crazy is he should be givin' you a round like this, it's time Gotti
This the point where the choices you make determine the outcome of where you are when this war starts to break
Look to the Middle East, and see the people they try to force us to hate
Then check your Twitter feed, and see how the plan for ours correlates
This your metamorphosis, the day you met a Morpheus, but it ain't a pill that I want you to take
It's the opposite, cuz otherwise our youth won't have a story to make
If more of 'em don't learn, Sophia Stewart is the Oracle's name
Before the Wachowski now-Sisters came up with a story to paint
Gotti, it's our story
I ain't asking you to abandon all of your rank, or discard what you claim
I'm simply asking you to farther your aim
Bro we are being targeted, marketed, they reap all of the gains
The longer we killin' ourselves, the closer we are to marchin' in chains
We are the strongest we have ever been in history and one thing that's always the same
Is they recognize it before we do and we get slaughtered, slain, it is more than insane
But this the hand we was dealt, and God's callin' your name
The same way he called mine, you think I wanna be king?
I'm from the north west, don't nobody wanna hear these bars from Jermaine
But that's how you know that this is higher because only he can get the fire started in rain
And now I'm usin' it
Like a gun to your head but I'm not shootin' it
We not the victims, we the bullets, we don't have to put ourselves through this shit
Don't play stupid, our fathers called our mothers bitches, we grew used to this
What Willie Lynch made, you woulda thought was the hottest mixtape, how much we boosted it
And now the chickens make home to roost, whether you a rooster or a hoover crip
I know you a crip, but if you can't stand on the right side of this war with me then nigga youz a bitch
Yeah you have your reasons, but you have your reason
What you don't have is time when they know that fear is your weakness
Moral high ground has no value to those that are buried beneath it
And we might still get the gas chamber, just do me a favor, don't act like that's air that you're breathin'