Jaz The Rapper vs. Gattas

[Round 1: Jaz The Rapper]
If y'all don't remember how I does this...
Good - I'mma remind you
This my debut on Caffeine
I'm 'bout to have a good time, too
If you loved me last time, tonight, I'm that times two
I work on my time to address bullshit when it's time to...

[Crowd]
And it's time to!

[Jaz The Rapper]
That Spanish puta exposed where I work and what got my pockets stable
"Jaz a cop! Jaz a cop!"
But that's not my label
She gon' try to tell y'all lil' jokes and she gon' try to knock it wit' a fable
So let's just put it all on the table
Yeah, I'm a operator, but you gon' end up on the operating table!
Fans was cryin' like, "This bitch wack! She dispatch!?"
(*chk-chk*) Blow some holes in her
And she gon' need this patched and this patched!
I rocked rooms in Charlotte, London, Brooklyn
What, y'all though I wouldn't get love in Cali?
Shit, they gave me YG
All y'all gon' see is Blood in Cali!
Nigga, I turn 30 years old next month
I'm not this little girl no more
Y'all are so blinded
I'mma do me
I'll never speak, dress, or act to yo' likin'
See, the "Jaz changed since she started fuckin'" jokes? I don't mind it
But whoever mad that I lost my virginity!? Nigga, go find it!
'Cause yeah, I changed, but it was good for the better
My foot up on the pedal
My life like the Mario Bros.: the pipe took me to another level!
I'm masked down, hoodied up
Shit is not a game
You bump pussies, I bump pussies
We are not the same!
I'm a cartridge-dumper
I got a long gun I call "Gattas"...
'Cause the chopper fuck the rug up: it's a carpet-muncher!
I'm offin' you
I brought it all for you
I'm all on you!
Damn near stalkin' you!
I ain't your neighbor
Stranger danger: Young don't know who she talkin' to!
Aye, Charisma Johnson, you know I'm a big dog, right?
And you a little dog
You like this to me
Why the fuck she disappeared for five years? It's a mystery
No matter what, Smack, this bitch is dead: chivalry
Ain't tomorrow Halloween?
It's only right I take Young out: "Trick-or-treat!"
Aye, Drect! You got her 30'in' me? Like I'm a sucker?
You'se a lyin' fucker
So for that...BOW! I will put Charisma on D like Brian Pumper!
I ain't even have to fully load the clip
I got this bitch dumb hot!
Your last name is Johnson, and Johnson, all I need is one shot!
When we think of Gattas battles, we think Amy Miller, Looney Divine
You was kickin' they ass
But when I think about it, you was only kickin' they ass 'cause you was takin' bitches that's trash
I came up bein' who to beat
You was takin' bitches that wasn't good
You YG, I'm KG
I came in at 19 and they threw me to the Wolves!
I came up beatin' buku names
You was lookin' like the best, 'til you faced top-tiers, then you ain't look the same
Chayna, Hustle, and Hart cooked you, then you quit for five years
You should feel ashamed
'Cause the only clear win that you got, O'fficial (official) threw the game!
But welcome back to URL, ho!
This ain't GT
Your community stay tryna cancel niggas...couldn't be me
They said, "Watch what you say to them gays"
Bitch, IDC
'Cause I don't care if you a LG or BT
Those letters ain't stronger than AK or DE!
I'll catch her lackin' when I slide
We caught the fade
She outta breath, the impact was amplified
Y'all watch Squid Game? (Yeah!)
Honey wasn't in shape: she got cracked and then she died!
You gon' tell these corny-ass jokes and lay on this dirty-ass floor
Bitch, we ain't got the patience for you
You walk up and down these streets all day playin'
That's your problem, Smokey - ain't nobody playin' but you!
So pop off
They'll find you Next Friday when you get dropped off
Slice the side of her face open, and leave this Joker talkin' wit' her cheeks: "No more locked doors!"
Gracias!
But where you from, Gattas?
One minute, you from Indiana, next, you from Chicago
What the fuck you keep switchin' it for?
She pick and choose when she a Chi (shy) bitch like..."I never did this before"
Now she missin' for three days
Chances that they find her is low
I suggest they share it on IG, 'cause to get more eyes is the goal
That postal worker Tip came and said she rotten with mold
Think Poetic Justice
'Cause Luck wasn't on her side
We left Chicago on the side of the road!
Don't brush me wrong!
But you can rep Chicago and Indiana
I don't care, fam'
'Cause I rep both, too
No gloves, I'm grippin' the Colts wit' my bare (Bear) hands
But you gon' say I'm always on stage?
I get booked across country
For the "Jaz face", they give Jaz checks
I discovered Twork, Wavy, Jerry We-
Me standin' next to Smack helped niggas get to SMACK next!
But it's like my parents kicked me out at 18
Watch how I move, Young
I'll get this bitch snuck in the club: she was too young
My hittas? I'm sendin' them!
I don't care how long I knew Young
Go 'head, bring up Surf
And I'll drag this bitch out a car if you even mention Tsu (Soo), Young!
You wanna go? Cool (Goku)
I'm done playin'
Do you know what we keep in our Trunks?
I don't know if Young sane (Saiyan)
But we go Berserk
If I say, "Hunt her," hunt her (Hunter x Hunter)
The knife sharp, but the gun dump
Bury 'em 12 feet, and you'll be in a mega-low (Megalo) Box
Who want some?
I'm a beast, star (Beastars)
And I may (anime) or may not watch 'em, but I'm too good wit' words
Like if you think I'mma kill you wit' one punch, man (One-Punch Man), I'mma take you for a loop in (Lupin) The Third
Time

[Round 1: Gattas]
They said every legend came back and tarnished their legacy in the streets
But not Gat'
Nah, nigga, the exception is me
I been active, and better than you ever could be
Regardless who your man sent in, I transcended through every era effortlessly
Before Queen of the Ring, I made waves on Grind Time, and real niggas feel that
Before you ever stepped on the stage
It wasn't even URL yet - it was still SMACK
Since Luck and Remy at Fight Klub, I been outside wit' real raps
So this lil' movement you a minor part of...I am the foundation!
I helped to build that!
I was the FIRST. FEMALE puttin' on!
I didn't need a man to (Amanda) Show me how
This shit is simple
You dug (Doug) your grave fuckin' wit' a Real Monster
In the culture I been a symbol
I play wit' big bands, sticks and drums, All That, I'm instrumental
I'll put the auto (Otto) Rocket on your helmet
'Cause I'm Tomb Raider - a Legend, and I'm hittin' (Hidden) Temples!
You stepped in front of a loaded gun for no reason
Thinkin' you would be Victorious when you boring us and barely flow decent
Big-ass Jimmy Neutron head wit' that SpongeBob box body
Bitch, you built like a Old English
I could blam (Ka-Blam!) you easy
Turn Brooklyn into a chalk zone (ChalkZone) how I got the fo' nickel OD'in' (Nickelodeon)
But ain't nothin' funny 'bout this gun
I ain't Joshin' wit' this Drac' (Drake)
You could get hit in the crowd
Angry Beavers, two sets of choppers
I would (wood) put a dent in your smile
Shit 'bout to get Wild & Crazy and I ain't Kid-din' around
Y'all really thought I would miss the (Mr.) Bighead when I already had to rock O? (Rocko)
You know my best friend is a Cal'! (cow)
And your slogan is..."You address shit when it's time to"

[Jaz The Rapper]
Facts

[Gattas]
Well, do the math, 'cause I'm you times two
The fact her (factor) circle can't function even when they try to
Shows I'm not your op-ponent, I'm an ex-ponent
The base of my-

Are y'all FUCKING SHITTING me!?

The fact her (factor) circle can't function even when they try to
Shows I'm not your op-ponent, I'm an ex-ponent
The base of my power is shown beside you!
Enormous performance, like if you multiplied Tsu
But you can't even go the distance
Y'all see what a co-sign (cosine) do?
I get all dividends from every angle, and I want the whole pi(e), too!
Or I'll point (.) 5, take a fraction of your life
In half a second, I'll divide you
And reachin' for my title (Tidal)...it's like openin' Pandora's Box
And I'll blow up your spot if I (Spotify) tune (iTunes) up this damn 40-Glock
Slice the blade across your Apple
Shit get serious (Sirius), and you can't scream
I guess I'm too cutthroat, 'cause your neck's leakin' - now you mainstream
And Jaz, I know you ain't clutchin' the Ruger
You answer inbound calls, workin' in front of computers
You know it's so many ways you could get wings?
I see a urn in your future
It's like my rideshare app's gli-gli-glitchin'
I might lift (Lyft) a Bird in the Uber!
And you? You...took a turn for the worse
Traveled down the wrong road
This my house, I got a hell of a grip, a stronghold
And what I tote can't fit in the glovebox or console
My niggas shootin' hella shit up, big as elephant tusks
Guess what's in the trunk? A long nose!
And I can tell by yo' shock (BioShock)...
You thought you could make a titan fall (Titanfall)
But my pen work to diffuse her
And Doom is your Destiny, bitch
That's the purpose of losers
You gon' be Left for (4) Dead and get a Halo too (2) the way you lurk and maneuver
'Cause all my niggas strapped, but I'll be the first person to shoot her
Get ya bars up, bitch

[Round 2: Jaz The Rapper]
I hit Gattas' phone like..."Tell us where we can meet"
It's gon' be more than the Bardashians comin' for you
Shit is gon' be deadly
Bitch, I'm grabbin' everybody
We gon' be at least 10 deep
The cameraman, this nigga, that nigga
I'm talkin' a bunch of random mu'fuckas like EFB
I'll ride for respect
You wanna try? We gon' step
Bardashians the gang
I'm Alec Baldwin, I told them a bitch gotta die...on the set!
It's about to be a wrap for you!
Stop talkin' like I can't rap wit' you!
You'll get shot while you get a shape-up, I ain't cuttin' no slack for you
Bitch, I don't give a fuck if Jesus gettin' a cut after you!
This ratchet goin' off in the barbershop: "Who the fuck drank my apple juice!?"
I know it hurts I'm winnin'
You made the worst decision
Cops came, and all they seen was Johnson head peeled back: she got a circumcision
Gattas, you know what scuffs my Timbs?
When you say I can't do what you do
You mean when you...rap all fast like Mystikal?
Like it's mystical?
Not realizin' it really limits you?
It's predictable, pitiful, typical, you fuckin' imbecile
There's too many syllables
Look at the crowd - they're fuckin' miserable!
Why would I wanna do that!?
Why would I wanna do that?
He rap like it's still 2009!
Who said he gon' be the reason I'mma fall?
I feel like Kyrie...'cause this man dated (mandated)
I ain't playin' wit' none of y'all!
Ironic I got this dick in the club and I ain't fuckin' stall
I'll put Gat' down, but I don't lay TECs (latex): I'm fuckin' raw
Watch my hands
But I only get nasty wit' short people 'cause I'm fuckin' small?
I'm playin' games?
I'll walk up to you, Dave, and bust her (Buster) in the fuckin' jaw!
You wanna step? We could fight
Now she out cold, I knew she'd get slept from the sight
'Cause when you put Young on Caffeine, they always end up knocked out by the end of the night!
You reached your plateau
Them plain punches you known for driftin'
But this smoke is different
So when mine land, form (landform) y'all own opinion
You been goin' downhill
I can't get no clout from you
To sum it (summit) up, you hit your peak
That's why we in here doubtin' you
Your last showing was rocky
And these (Andes) rounds? Huh, I got it out for you
I won't ever rest (Everest)
The person oughta know if this app'll lay she in (Appalachian) a box
What the fuck are you amountin' (a mountain) to!?
Where your girl at!? She'll get stole in her jibs!
I'll chop her body up
By the stove was her ribs
Her head by the couch and her legs by the fridge!
Shit feel like Surviving R. Kelly: Young bitch is (bitches) all over the crib!
Y'all remember- hold up

[Guy in Crowd]
Leave her alone!

[Jaz The Rapper]
No!
Nah...
Y'all remember when Gattas started dressin' like a girl?
You was comfortable
I could tell you fuck niggas and prob'ly hit somethin' nice, and you got sidetracked
We met you when you had Ludacris braids
Then you started wearin' wigs and lashes, but you rocked that
Bitch, you even wore crop tops and short shorts
You was tryna pull niggas, I can't stop that
If you told me you wanted dick again, I wouldn't be surprised
'Cause most Gat's need to cock back!
That's why I love Ms. Fit
'Cause-'cause-
Nah, that stud a fake just like this bitch!
Bitch, what ya dyke like!?
You was arguin' with Coffee and said, "My girl'll beat you up."
Why you can't fight her? You scared of a rookie?
You are not a boy, Damon
You Gary from SpongeBob: I was surprised to hear you sound like a pussy
And it's crazy
You keep sayin' Casey name
You mad you gotta go through me
I'm startin' to think she only wanted the face...like how I did QP!

(*A ripple of shock and surprise runs through the crowd as they react to the bar*)

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK...
OK, hold it down
I know this the juicy shit everybody wanna know
What really happened that night, so here's how the story go
Five years ago, I end up gettin' some head
Y'all like, "From QP though, Jaz? That nigga corny"
And you know what? Y'all right
But I can't lie...a bitch was horny!
Yeah, we hung out one night
Got a drink or two, we was lit
I ain't expect him to have to go down
We was cool - that was it!
So yeah, I committed a sit-and-run on a dude that's a pimp!
And it's crazy
I was in his room and hit him wit' the "...So, what you 'bout to do after this?"
Facts! (x6)
He might try to switch it up after this, but it's cool
I wasn't even stressed
And bitch, don't talk about-

[Guy in Crowd #2]
Leave her alone!

[Jaz The Rapper]
Chill, chill, chill...
I wasn't even stressed
And bitch, don't talk about who ate what if you ain't gon' eat it next!
Don't get me mad tonight, Gattas
'Cause my fans is reckless and they wild
Y'all remember that big brawl when Rasheed Wallace was extra wit' the foul?
Yeah, if I get pissed, then (Piston) Indiana's seein' Hecklers in the crowd!
This bitch handsome
Smack told me, "Kidnap the bitch for a big ransom"
I'm creepin' through a big mansion
In that bitch prancin'
They caught me on camera tryna get Young: "Hi, I'm Chris Hansen."

[Round 2: Gattas]
Yo, Jaz...you talked about me bein' from Indiana and the Pacer-type shit?
Well, guess what?
I will be from Indiana, and I guarantee you never met a piece (Metta Peace) like this!
'Cause bitch, you're trash
And I'm makin' a change today
The scope been takin' my aim away
I don't even know why you came today
I'm showin' 'em skills that you can't display
What's wrong wit' you?
I sit on a throne like I'm 'posed to do
A legend's a role that I've grown into
I been the best and you know the truth
I go to the pole (poll) like a voter do
Yeah, and you'll never be a First Lady
You're just a #2...girl
And I got a side piece too
The handle on the deuce pearl
And I don't need writtens from hittin' 'cause I'd rather shoot Earl
And even wit' his pen, you too plain (plane)
Everybody sees you're (seizure) still dyin' from bars midway like Juice WRLD
I rose to the top early
'Cause when I'm writin' shit, I'm intense
The wood stock'll freeze ya
Go 'head and try some shit
I'll risk it all
I don't care who guarding ya (gardenia)
I'll grab a pipe for this, I'm type ignant
So fuck Jaz men (jasmine), 'cause I'm lightin' sticks up like incense
And that was all fragrant shit
So who sent for you?
This TEC is in perfect condition, it was meant for you
And the clip curve, 'cause I'm always ridin' solo
So for a (Sephora) weak bitch, know I keep the pole low (Polo)
She fucked QP for the D or (Dior) bars?
See what they do for the glamour?
I already hit Bon' with the No. 9
Now I should nail (Chanel) you wit' the hammer
Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me?

[Crowd]
YES!

[Gattas]
Like me-
Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me?

[Crowd]
(*a little quieter*)
Yes!

[Gattas]
I know
Like me-
Shut up!
Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me?

[Crowd]
Yes

[Gattas]
Like me, the legendary pioneer vers' this bench player really murderin' me?
Because from what I've gathered and what I currently see
This the same bitch answerin' calls at work like:
"Thank you for calling 911! What's your emergency, please?"
I'm supposed to believe this volunteer cop got a purse wit' a burner in it?
When you really answer a high call volume and type 40 words per minute!?
I mean, Jaz, real shit, tell me
Is it a special script that you read?
Is it a certain level of customer service experience that you need?
You got NYPD benefits that you'll risk if you leave?
You got a referral from the inside, or is this some shit from Indeed?
Either way, is it worth bein' a snitch?
These are questions you should ask yourself
'Cause you'd rather be a 911 op, borrow lines and ask for help
Well, what I just copped will do a number on your car
Send you through the windshield even wit' a fastened belt
You'll be on your last lifeline
Nigga, you'll have to- (*krssh*) - dispatch yourself!
'Cause you a fuckin' cop!
And speakin' of 5-0, we don't condone that!
I Firmly believe this bitch favorite song is "Phone Tap"!
I passed her the semi, she couldn't really reload that
Which only shows that...you could never control Gat'!
Every hour, I make a band with (bandwidth) my connect 'cause i'm plugged in like a phone jack
Ayo, Jay, I'm burnin' Brett Favre
That means smokin' a old Pack
All men act (almanac) like I ain't got lines everywhere like road maps
Oh, you from Brooklyn?
Well, my animals really came from the zoo like Golbat
The way I left this kid slayed (Kyd Slade), you would think it's a whole fact I sold packs
I can't defend her
Master Splinter: to the underground, you a known rat
I brought the baby in Wal-Mart
A couple shots make you roll back (Rollback)
Or I'll spin her wit' the piece
That mean I'll revolve her (revolver) - this the old Gat'!
Get ya bars up, bitch

[Round 3: Jaz The Rapper]
It's funny- it's funny-
It's funny she spoke on my- 'bout my job shit in the second round
I knew she was gonna do that

They said Gattas in L.A
I sent O to where that bitch be
Headshot...chances of her survivin' lookin' iffy
Her mother like, "Somebody call 911! She gon' need a ambulance quickly!"
Ooh, bitch, you better hope she don't get me

(*The crowd starts yelling "3-0!" after reacting to the bar*)

You right - I do got a script
I'mma be like, "911. What's your emergency?"
"My baby got shot! She was just gettin' on the right track!"
The battler in me popped out like, "Damn! She got 30'd by a bullet!? Tell her 'Fight back!'
The dumb bitch ain't have a strap!?
I hope she died and after that-"

[Casey Jay]
Chill, Jaz!

[Jaz The Rapper]
You right - my supervisor watches battle rap!
Facts!
You know how hard it is bein' a battle rap and a operator?
Helpin' people while writin' all this damn sinnin'?
I be chillin' and my boss be like:
"Good job on that call, Jaz, but...Calicoe vs. Geechi Gotti - who you had winnin'?"
I be like, "Are you serious!? You gon' ask that here!?
...Calicoe 2-1, and he got that clear."
But-
But all jokes-

(*The California crowd starts to boo Jaz, even as she continues to taunt Geechi Gotti*)

Facts!
Fuck Gotti!
Fuck Gotti!
Fuck Gotti!

But all jokes aside, though, real shit...
Y'all try to be tough all the time, but...
Imagine a eight-year-old hit your phone like, "911, my daddy be rapin' me."
Y'all don't know where that shit be takin' me
She don't know shit about street justice, so she put her faith in me
Another time, I had a lady cryin', her mother dyin'
EMS on the line directin' CPR
My life is a movie
You tryna judge?
I really had Law Abiding Citizens die over a call!
Shit got me messed up here
I bet y'all ain't know, but we got a epileptic here
Didn't you used to suffer from seizures?
When you woke up and saw paramedics, who the fuck you think sent them there!?
I want y'all to put y'all selves in my shoes real quick
Imagine a nigga hit your line sayin' he wanna shoot himself, but he ain't got a play gun
Now you gotta give solutions to his problems, 'cause he think it ain't one
Then you got a battle comin' up, thinkin' of bars every day, son
I was on the phone tryna save lives, while writin' how to take one
Aye, Charisma Johnson, you knew this was your funeral, so you was dope for comin'
Vers' Hustle, you dressed up as Lara Croft just to say..."Tomb Raider: the first bitch in the game"
I waited seven years to tell you: bitch, no, she wasn't!
Do you know how many girls was before that?
Y'all ain't tell her that line wasn't it?
We lost a legend this year, so in honor of DMX, I'mma give her a list
There was Zelda, Jade, Sonya Blade
When she said that, Chun-Li was rollin' in her grave
There was Peach, Mileena, Ms. Pac-Man, Sheeva!
I'm Katana wit' the blades
Anna! Nina!

Y'all ain't play Tekken?

It was even girl Pokemon before that!
Y'all remember Jinx and Nidoqueen?
Shotty have her twitchin' like a fish out of water: "Goldeen Goldeen"
Charisma! You are not Mount Rushmore!
I am on yo' ass!
Charisma! We watch you 'cause you funny
We know we all gon' laugh
Charisma! You mainly personality
I'mma call that trash
Bitch, your mama named you Charisma, and that's all you have!?
And on the contrary, I seen your dildo collection
You got a whole bag
You got ones wit' veins, ones wit' curves, so she feel it
Shit is so sad
You got plastic ones, glass ones
You a creep, and I know that
You got all these fake dicks
How your name Johnson and that's the only thing you DON'T have!?
This bitch be extra when she rap! The shit is tragic!
Johnson got us thinkin' she sick when she's not...shit is Magic!
I can't get wit' that!
Smack, I need a bigger match
From now on, the only Young I wanna see on stage is Little Slap!
Y'all gave me a sore loser
And I'mma keep bringin' up you quittin'...
'Cause when female battle rap was on life support, you abandoned us
You did nothin' to help
Now I ain't fight often, but I saddled up
O'fficial, E Hart, 2-on-2
I opened doors - bitch, add it up
I take a break, I get ridiculed
She ups and quits, and y'all ain't even mad at her?
Y'all ain't peep how this bitch move?
Am I the only one that's mad at her?
You was down-and-out, seen girls buzzin', and popped back in
You couldn't pass it up
All of a sudden, poppin' all this shit
You gotta back it up!
You Jim Brown
One of the greatest runnin' back, but you retired, Young
Now you actin' up!?
You said your E Hart loss fucked up your self-esteem
And I get it, but...
You don't quit for five years
We all take Ls - it was just your time to hit the blunt
After O'fficial, I ain't quit
I even teamed up with the bitch and added to my legacy
Everybody I battled choked
I wanted the only bitch that could stand in front of me to stand next to me
Imagine if Big T woulda quit after Hollow
That bunny ears line woulda never been invented
If DNA quit after Shine, Double Impact prolly never would've existed
If Twork quit after Cortez, him wit' the hoodie down woulda never been a image
If Hollow quit after Ars', his Kit-Kat bar coulda never been predicted
Exactly!
So if everybody quit, you think the Culture would be just fine?
Bitch, if Surf quit after Clips, we woulda never got "You wanna speak to the inmate? Press '9'"!
As a champion, you s'posed to get up after you fall
I don't condone your shit
And I know I don't battle as often as y'all want me to
I'mma own that shit
But I don't care if I take ten years to write
I'mma come 100 and I know I wrote my shit
Aye, Geechi Gotti!
I ain't got no punchline - you just a ho, that's it
Set it up
That's it

[Round 3: Gattas]
Yo, I got a question for all the females in battle rap
Why every time I compose bars wit' layers and versatility
It always feel like the ladies are never hearin' me?
It's like every elite male give me props 'cause they know I'm the best
But jealousy got bitches hatin' on the sideline when they know I'm a vet
These hoes upset...and below average
Y'all should try to learn from me, bitches
Basic setups, fuckin' for bitches
The nerve of these bitches
Half of y'all look coked-out
I should be servin' these bitches
How I'm supposed to catch a body when y'all gradin' on a curve for these bitches!?
'Cause you said some shit like, "This a cage match 'cause it's bars over everything"
That's the shit she pull, y'all
And I say shit like...
"I got this .44 from London: that's my British Bulldog
Or you can get the SmackDown next
Stomped 'til your ankle locked and get my sole lifted
Or I'll put a metal (medal) round to your chest"
That was a Kurt Angle, but you don't get it

(*The crowd reacts positively to Gattas' material*)

Naw, fuck it! I don't want it!
I don't want it!
I don't want it no more!
I don't want it!

That was a Kurt Angle, but you don't get it
See, the women ain't comprehendin' my writtens the way I planned it
And they all mimic wit' gimmicks
So when I spit at bitches, I'm at a disadvantage
I just wanted to put it all out there so y'all could get a better understandin'
But back to you, Jaz
'Cause we ain't even get into your fuckin' brandin'
'Cause you rep a girl group named after the Kardashians
Named the Bardashians
These hoes is so lost
Y'all chose three bitches appropriatin' Black culture and gave 'em promo at no cost

That's- that's- that's hot to y'all, though!
Y'all like that stupid shit!
Y'all like that!

On behalf of all my ebony queens, I'm ashamed and disgusted
'Cause y'all named y'allselves after three culturally insensitive white women that are famous for nothin'!
Y'all coulda been SWV, but y'all too Weak to reign (Rain)
That's why I've been here forever

WHO THE-

(*Gattas accidentally knocks her mic off getting hyped over the crowd reaction. A brief pause in the battle*)

Yo, yo...
Yo, hold it down
Coulda been SWV, but y'all too Weak to reign (Rain)
That's why I've been here forever
Coulda been 702, but y'all just can't seem to Get It Together
Coulda been TLC, but y'all would rather Creep with Scrubs than get a blueprint for your rhymes
It's no Biggie, I just feel like Diddy
I Totally had to throw shade on three bitches to shine!
Callin' yourself a "Bardashian"...
Bitch, you more like Caitlyn Jenner
'Cause I can't quite make your gender
I don't know if you Holmzie Da God or Th3 Saga's great pretender
Either way, you not a vet
You give me underclassmen vibes
And this ain't A Different World, so why the fuck I gotta battle this Jasmine Guy?
And you ride with Tsu Surf
Well, fuck it - let's get the gang involved
This Glock done blew (blue) flames, and I'll strip her (stripper) wit' the pole like, "Bitch, take it off"
Shit 'bout to get violent
17 in the clip: it's rated R
But all I need is one shot to lick her (liquor) from the boul (bowl) like Jagerbombs
And fuck your clique!
If I catch 'em alone (Malone) on the block, I'll put a few in a bag
I'm feelin' like Kirilenko
I got the AK-47, and I'm shootin' for Jaz(z)

Yeah! Yeah

[Jaz The Rapper]
I had a Kirilenko bar - I took it out

[Gattas]
I got the AK-47, and I'm shootin' for Jaz(z)
I'm on point like Pete when I'm palmin' the Pistol
You'll see me mountin' (mountain) the .45 in front of Jaz(z) like Donovan Mitchell
Aye, Surf, that was a Jersey bar

[Tsu Surf]
That was hard

[Gattas]
See, while I was outside, shuttin' down stages
This bitch got famous for standin' in front of battles and makin' faces
I'm major league, you minor
We should never play together
Hit her wit' the machine
BOW! Now you gotta make the Jaz face forever!
Get ya bars up, bitch!