JC vs. T-Top

[Round 1: T-Top + JC]
I said, Smack said, "Top, you got Julian and his hooligans
He wild on Rum Nitty, son, and he ready to act a fool again"
You know what he gon' do, right?
Have his little-ass body wavin' all of them tools again
Or pop, lock, and drop it - depend on what kind of mood he in
I don't like him
If a pro test (protest) and this don't work, I'm gon' strike him
Or I stick two knives in his head: we goin' Viking
Yeah, I heard you be around Street Fighters: you know Bison
But the first round sittin' him down: we know Tyson!
Nah, nah, I'm Mayweather, way better
But the poise is different
You think your punches land in the building, until they score 'em different
You want a foe I want a four
Bitch, we order different
Styrofoam vers' a silencer, 'cause we pour it different!
The aura different
I ain't feelin' ya games
You play poker, I play poke 'em: this a serious game
So when he rap now, they saying his delivery changed
'Cause when I caught him in the liver, he changed
Nigga, what you know about duckin' the Alphabet Boys wit' a throwaway cake
But still preparing yourself for your go-away date?
Felony or misdemeanor? I don't know what they say
Dot on his head, or should I catch the lower case, J?
And in case we speaking on a radio show
Shit, I was busy making coke moves
Only cooking over the stove, nigga: I'm old-school
They tried to get me to indict myself, but it ain't go smooth
I'm talking Fed case and Flex place
Let's just say I choked up in both rooms!
We know dude!
He ain't in the ghetto with the bullies
He was Chilla back then: we liked you better as a rookie!
You'll never get Lux, and I'm just tellin' him what's goody
Trey to his head: at least he gettin' mellow wit' the hoodie!
Nigga, what the fuck you gon' teach me, homie!?
Bitch, I'm the teacher
You look like the nigga we stuffed under the bleachers
He's walking in his hotel lobby
If I see ya, they'll find a Midwest bitch in the freezer: Kenneka!
Your best friend watchin' you die: Monifah!
Bald heads takin' the baby: Khalifa!
Smoke goin' straight to the head: sativa!
I came here to spread JC like a preacher, nigga!
And speaking of Jesus, didn't they say he stopped gambling, cuttin' off all our chicken?
He stopped pimpin', when we was just fucking off with our women?
They said we can't even wear Jesus pieces, 'cause he don't want us worshiping no other image
It's a fact: JC been hatin' on hustlers since the beginning!
You been winnin'? Well, look who you been battlin', bro
They ain't even like yo' ass three-and-a-half battles ago!
Now you want Lux?
What make you think you gon' battle the GOAT?
After they talk about how the Bear had yo' ass on the ropes
His mans wit' him, that's cool, I'm stabbin' ‘em both
And move the knives around in circles like I'm paddlin' boats
Your wifey, head shot while she relaxin' in bed
Your daughter run? "Pow! Pow!" to the back of her leg
I bet your son act different wit' a Mac to his head
This life insurance...it's takin' care of the family right after you dead, nigga!
"I'm the best in the WORLD!"
Facts!
Well, tonight, you gotta match what you said
'Cause we been waitin'...it's 'bout time JC came back from the dead
My grandma told me you was comin'...yeah, that's what she said
But she ain't tell me he was 5'2", clappin' the lead
A Vice Lord, wit' a bandanna wrapped on his leg
I thought Jesus ran with Disciples...ain't that what we read!?
He set-switching, and I heard he was a rat for the Feds
That died last week from shit that Illmaculate said
Well, he gon' memorize this next round when I'm blastin' the lead
BOW...it's gon' make him spit it out, or he wrappin' his head, nigga!
And after you dead, tell the clique that I'ma find y'all
The stick knock 'em down in order: we playin' 9-ball
When I put the deuce to his chest like John Wall
He gon' have a seizure up in the ring like Scott Hall
Aye, Scott Hall! Chico! Stay in your home!
I almost put the razor's edge on Razor Ramon!
And I ain't come here to beat JC, I came to over-win
They say he won his last 9 rounds...well, let's go for 10
Concrete, nigga

[Round 1: JC]
Aye, aye
Every letter
Y'all know y'all need to hear everything
Y'all ready?
T-Top...you looked like you was in the L.A. Riot the way you attacked Ave wit' the stealin', bro
But this ain't that same spot
I'm 'bout to permanently flame Top...like Bam-Bam Bi-
Nah, this shit so different, bro
You don't even sound the same without half of yo' niggas
And that will go figure
'Cause I'm the same with no niggas with me
That's 'cause no bitch is in me like Calicoe picture
But it don't-
We talking to ME! Is you SERIOUS!?
But it don't mean the ratchet not with me, tho
So don't jump stupid, Top
You could rock a vest, it will peel through...and rock a fella
Crazy how people gave you all of that heart, and it still killed you
I watched yo' class and half of the vets struggle in a battle with Chess
Then I showed y'all Chess in park, and I was just playing
I'm Sam Jackson in Fresh
And now a fat nigga...supposed to get shit jumpin'?
Clips dumpin'!
Through traffic the way I'm moving
Shit, I'll even take an Uber to lift (Lyft) somethin'
I'm EVERYWHERE!
Who auctioned this!?
When you know a nigga got yo' number, just call it quits!
You went from UDubb tryouts to playing with FIRE...
We gotta show Ars' son what arson is!
It don't work like that
Y'all been putting shit together without instructions...
Man, you will get hurt like that!
Even HE know it!
But this touch, king...might as (Midas) well be golden!
'Cause only broke niggas in the streets believe you
We don't need a sequel!
You not that good in the ring if Goodz in the ring, rappin' 'bout his ring and beat you!
Be honest! Be honest!
Everything about your flow is presented poorly
But I was made gifted
And all them sticky fingers gon' get you sniped...but the blade's different!
See, this is your fault
This is HIS fault!
He just had to get stuck in traffic
And now, he the next one smokin'...
Shit, Jesse Owens ain't had a run this classic
Best in the WORLD, nigga!
All you rap about is trap, king!
See, they didn't appreciate the structure
I had to define the difference
So, now I'm guessing you need a trap queen?
See, it's easy to be Fetty Wap...I (eye) was missin'!
But I'm back!
Motivated to kill your family from the start
And the last man this inspired restarted humanity from a ark!
You don't know a nigga like this
But he in bad company, and that's fun for me
As far as tactics, I don't know what the hell you use
But that shit more repetitive than a Zelda move
You don't even have the brain capacity to match with me
It's funny...Top heavy, but not top-heavy
See, that combination...not deadly
But since you glorifyin' the streets, BOW!
Right in the streets where the pops left him
Deja vu...
You mention servin' yo' moms like street niggas haven't heard of that shit, too
You served crack, and she smoked it...
Every nigga in here would've been servin' that bitch, too!
"Facts! I need money!"
You don't get credit for that
If you got a point, acknowledge it ain't been heard much
Just trap talk! That's all!
Fastball from Randy Johnson, how the birds bust
And then it's this
If I send a hit, and he just...dead pull with the mask off
And he survive? You gon' look like Deadpool with the mask off
This is facts!
That's a movie!
This? Ryan Reynolds (W)rap!
He get laid in dirt, and to make it worse?
It ain't the last time I'm gon' play a trick after April...and it ain't the first!
So my advice? Just don't be in the field when it clap
'Cause the feeling of that heat surrounding this big bitch gon' give y'all way more than a Wendy Williams collapse!
It's body bags at every battle! Make sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause this is only Round 1!

[Round 2: T-Top]
I said, I feel like Shane Moseley in '03, dawg
I'm fixing to fight
Or Roy Halladay...'cause you'll crash if you feel these, king
Picture the flight
Did he (Diddy) think he was a Bad Boy?
Well, I figured he right
'Cause when I locks (L.O.X) on him, I give J the (Jada) kiss of his life!
If we beefin', you leaving with a hole in ya head
If we was locked up, you'd be that nigga over the bed!
Telling me stories about his battles
All happy 'bout how his rounds used to go over heads
I'm telling him stories 'bout the Uzi
All mad, like, "Dawg, my rounds used to go over he-"
Ayo, SMACK! I will SMACK this nigga!
What the fuck is this!?
You bringin' break dancers to battles? You don't fucking quit!
It's Loaded in the hoodie
That meaning your luck's (Lux) up wit' this
Gotta kill you before I die: it's on my bucket list
Cut the shit, or either grab a toaster
Yeah, I rap about hard times and a bag of yola
But still feel like 2K18 when I'm spazzin', soldier
'Cause y'all knew who the player of the game was before the match was over!
Nigga, me and Brizz put a whole region on, and did it all by ourselves
He running 'round, league to league
He don't belong wit' the belt
See, that's the reason Smack and Beas' put your bars on the shelf
It's Solitaire, nigga: yeah, you dealt them cards to yourself!
When you left the league, you act like you was taking a stand
Not knowing that it was a big mistake for ya brand
‘Cause now you making $700 and an extra plane for ya mans
Ain’t it mysterious how he put in all that work and still ain’t makin' a band?
I told Smack, “Bring him back! Give that playa a chance
He do good? Then give him Lux!"
Shit, I gave him the plan
He heard that news, and started goin' crazy for fans
So I'm the reason J blacked: he should be shaking my hand!
I mean, damn!
You always had bars...just weren't making the right gestures yet
You got shook, and disappeared off the screen: you was a Etch-a-Sketch
We was gettin' views, you couldn't even watch the edits yet
We was droppin' jewels...you was stealin' 'em out the treasure chest
And that's the reason you should treasure Chess
'Cause you wouldn't be back poppin' without Trez or Chess!
Just think Raekwon, he battled the same nigga with Chef & Chess
Makin' people go "whooo" on the card...
Well, now it's time for me to inspect the (Inspectah) Deck
Like how you tell Chess you moved in his house
And he gotta fight for way more than closet space?
Did he forget he got the boot then came back?
I guess the nigga ran outta space
No, no Smack kicked ya ass outer space
You went back to your girl house rentin' out her space
She said every time you up in that thang, you leave a lotta space
I gave her fish scale, she let me smash like a salmon cake!
Bitch, while you was break dancin', you know, spinnin' on the cardboard
I watched my uncle get evicted
Them hard nights, he had to spend it on the cardboard
So fuck a battle! It's about a dollar for me
I makes a lot (salah) for the fee
Open your Koran and you'll see how JC is nothin' but a profit (prophet) to me
And if you don't know, then that's an Islamic belief
When I draws on him, don't ask me, "Is it boxers or briefs?"
Keep ya mouth closed before you get an ox to ya cheek
And before you sleep, you need a box for ya teeth
I am not what you need, nigga, I am definitely a chrome sparker
I bought this to press in (depressing) ya mind like postpartum
This could've been a NOME slaughter
I would've let the fo' off ya
And if it jam, Rain'll (Raina) take a shot for the brother like Ghost's daughter
We know JC, he turned water into wine
We ain't have droughts
Bitch, I kept water all the time
No communions, my commute got stronger with the grind
Weren't no offerings either, we offed a quarter at a time
Now I'm 'bout to smoke JC
If he the king, he die with a crown in his head and holes in his head like the old JC
You never got fronted an O, JC
At breakfast the only time you had an OJ, C
I'm in Cali, killin' a bitch like I'm O.J., C
The blade a Backstabber, but it'll leave a smile in ya face like the OJay's (JC)
Bitch! Fuck is he talkin' bout!?
I lived the hard knock life, you know JC
On stage lettin' arms rip, so you better duck, brother, like you know J.T
I don't care if you got the .80 creepin'
After this, they ain't gonna say we even
'Cause I give Carter 1 through 4, but still hold the 5 like him and Baby beefin'
Now Writer's Bloque, there's a whole lot of switchin' around you
He said, she said: there's some snitchin' around you
But when it's beef, nobody load the Smith n' around you
You should do better
You're Hugh Hefner: you gon' die with these bitches around you
Concrete!

[Round 2: JC]
Y'all ready?
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It gets nothin' but bad from here, I promise to God
Let's go
Another nigga Smack put on that BET platform, and he couldn't even break a leg...until the stage collapsed
No lie, it's not even a joke
He managed to make it to BET...
But he actually managed to make it back
What happened? You couldn't seize the moment?
Well, isn't that a surprise
They asked him to rhyme
And he couldn't even live up to the first letter in his name...and capitalize
Wow! You couldn't even drive down Easy Street...
You rapped on BET!
And now you fucked...and I get to aid the death like Eazy-E
See, this what the crowd wanted
The skeletons in my closet are right where I left 'em, but now the house haunted!
And I don't even-
But I don't even resist it anymore
I get a Pat for moldin' with the Ghosts like Demi Moore
It's for better insight
The problem...is having to live out this character you created for these battle rap cameras
The reel you
You know, the footage you-
Hold on! Hold on!
It's time to go!
The problem is having to live out the character you created for these battle rap cameras
The reel you, the footage
You know, watching yo' own, it gotta be like when Martin come on
You know, when you see yo' self on the screen, but it ain't the real you?
I know, I know, I know
That shit even make my skin crawl from the field view
You don't think-
I gotta talk!
You don't think we know this trap talk is just to chase looks?
You don't think we saw that picture of you wanted for stealing on Facebook?
You don't think we can spot this out-of-shape figure on flyers?
After all that...shoplifting
And he still (steal)...think he gon' get a win on a Writer? (Winona Ryder)
It don't work like that
How 'bout the clear view?
You know a lot about iron-squeezing and trapping, right?
Well, most Bears do
You on your grizzly, moving snow...sound like a Bear, too
But then there's Terrell Bryant, in a store, on camera...tryna bear fruit!
And that's the difference
That's the difference!
The reason that shit look so embarrassing-
Look, he look embarrassed as hell
The reason that shit look so embarrassing on the page
Is 'cause these niggas jump into a character on the stage
But wait! So, what's this for?
Need a check to hold y'all pockets?
Well, wait...you trappin'! Don't y'all got it?
And just think...we only picked him 'cause we couldn't decide out of our so-called "options"
Beasley done turned this nigga to the pink slippers in Loc Dawg closet!
"I'll just go with these, then."
Two options: dig him out, or fish him out
Raise on .40, or two .80s on a character like the Twitter count!
I know y'all don't think Top was expected, but you gotta respect it
I'm even killing niggas not on the checklist!
I didn't even need to kill him!
But these new heights
Ironic, when you back on yo' flow, you don't see a ceiling
And now he a victim
And I'm leavin' everything on the scene
Bury bodies...
They gon' have to start a "Planet Tier", and let him get on the team
But call it "Planet Tier", 'cause they only had one element in the ring!
But I'm not near stoppin', I'm shell-throwin'
I'm debt-collectin', I'm tier-droppin'...and Terrell owin'! (Owen)
Nigga pay up
You too inaccurate, you done had yo' big start and SMACK played a big part
Even wit' yo' stock involved, you done dropped the ball more than Dick Clark
And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me

[Guy from the crowd]
Talk that New Year shit!

[JC]
Exactly. Happy New Year to you too my nigga
And that why he ain't gettin' wit' me
Cause he know, I'll bring 2K's to the park like Rivet City and shoot lights out
Leave Top spinnin' from the beam like a lighthouse
I blast forever, you can't even withstand half this effort
If I just plain (plane) mask up, it's gon' be more than a loss of cabin pressure
You just lost round 2 my nigga

[Round 3: T-Top]
I said, URL this my closin' verse
Like fuck a casket, throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse
Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work
Now let me put it in
Aye bro, yo' lil' ass need to be hittin' the bench harder
Fuck tryin' to get yo' pen sharper
Cause I hear you bangin' rounds over nigga's heads and shit but
For some reason we ain't convinced (Vince) Carter
Now who thinkin' this bitch smarter?
Shit I know how he get farther
All he do is regular shit, move his hands like this and it hit harder
The nigga said, "Jay-Z, Kanye, you should feel entitled" (in Tidal)
Y'all see how he turn corners to try angles (triangles) it just feel recycled
And when you gotta show niggas you spazzin', you are not the man
I'm a Daredevil with an Iron Fist, my main goal is to stop The Hand
First, you gotta chop the hands, cause he be usin' them to sell the bars
Bitch I had Zans, hand to hand, tryin' to sell the bars
I'm talkin' zombies, prolly sell an organ for a hit
Walking Dead, I'm killin' like Morgan wit' a stick
This a warnin' for ya clique, I'm ready for the ops
If you brought a gun in the buildin' it better be a prop
You with Writers, you could never be a legend on my block (Bloque)
Cause yeah you helped push SMACK, but you didn't have the recipe for Roc(k)
This is backwards, how dawg (dog) givin' veterans a shot
Tryin' to see if we got the same pedigree or not
The difference is, if you lose, your whole legacy is shot
Well, if I lose your whole leg'll see a shot
Nigga! Now, you got over 50 fuckin' battles dawg, one quotable
"How they gon' criticize the form if the shot perfect."
Well maybe cause we see you as a star on the pop circuit
Not hard on the block lurkin'
I had a rusty gun, and I ain't complain like you if the Glock workin'
Cause yeah they criticize the fo' but the shot perfect
Nigga! While you was wit' ya squad twerkin', realizin' it's not workin'
Knowin' ya Saga couldn't continue until you stopped jerkin'
We said "Look what Chris Stokes got lil' JC out here doin'!"
Well tell SMACK you done made the wrong video this time nigga
Somethin' to think about the next time he out here bein' fake in rhymes
Pussy poppin' for pedophiles 'til you break ya spine
Dawg, I'm tryin' to give you the large picture
But you out here sendin' the raw footage to the wrong niggas
What's wrong witcha?
Now, I know your crew gon' survive 'til you win
Even the fans, y'all thought I wouldn't survive 'til the end
Well y'all shouldn't be surprised at it then
Cause you know as soon as you cross T's, JC gon' die for ya sins
And if he rise on the third day I'ma meet the nigga
Like {gun clicks} "Happy Easter nigga."

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0}

Since we speakin' nigga, it's like I don't even know who I'm standin' in front of
You was the man on the come up
Until ya little secret got out and realized you was demandin' a come up
Huh? And why you ain't post it on ya page? The nigga tried hidin' the video
It's too late to be ashamed homie, take some pride in ya video
Now I know as a battle rapper we supposed to keep that shit under the cover
But as a man, there's just some talents about myself that I don't wanna discover
I don't wanna know how good I gyrate my hips for a man, nigga
I don't wanna know if I can hit a split when I dance, nigga
Aye, I thought you was the boss man Beas'?
That's until I found a second audition tape of you and Boss Man B's
Another midwest battle rapper, aight, ya crew all screwed
Y'all niggas was doin' 2 on 2's before 2 on 2's
I don't get that, he said, "Bruh, if we don't make B2K, we gon' shine at Double Impact."
In fact, you can call it a classic if you like
But I'm whippin' JC like the Passion Of The Christ
This a body, don't call it a "Battle Of The Night"

{T-Top brings out a dancer to pop lock along to his lyrics}

And for the record nigga, you 'bout to have the battle of ya life
I'll stab him wit' a knife
Fuck it, it's SMACK problems, I had to slip this (disc) and leave him with back problems
Punchline was gon' come through and slap box him
I had to tell him, "Chill PC, MAC got him."
I'll baptism him, I don't need a nine for the dude
Siamese twins, I'm known for a body or two
If you dance, you dance, you don't gotta lie to the crew
Cause I'll blam blam and that's what ya body will do

Yeah I'm poppin' this dude and then I'm dumpin' at his men
He a beast on stage but he a punk at the event
Loaded Lux said "Fuck you. You gets nothin' after this."
Just tell 'em, "The Bear killed 'em"

[Crowd]
Hunting accident!

[Round 3: JC]
{Mimicking T-Top}
URL this my closin' verse, it's a body but it might be too big to close the hearse
Sawed off Shotgun Suge got the gayest slogan on this Earth
But I'm still here to show y'all work so let me-

Pause, pause, pause, pause
It's not that I'm disapprovin' skill
It's just that all I'm here to do is kill
The drivin' instructor for yo' road test in Traffic, so I'll be makin' sure he's tendin' to his wheel (will)
My flow? Was outta shape, just like you
Everywhere, niggas thought it was filler, I had to get rid of that
If this is facts you should do what I did to my flow and trim the fat
We didn't even have to take it this far
Cause you shinin', but gassed rounds is what make you a star
So now, now it's JC vs Top Bizzy
With all the killin' I'm doin', bitch I'm busy
In fact, the busiest
You think you gon' last wit' this effort, like I'm here to put a scratch on yo' record, bitch I'm here to Frisbee it
In the shit, draggin' out a body like Liu Kang and **finish it**
I'm no fool, but I'm on the street like Will Farrell in Old School
And this? Was the wrong shot and you missed it by a long shot
And now you up here lookin' different
Even after they gave you Sno, Mr. Trap Star was good at whippin' but couldn't flip it and now look
I got all y'all stressed, bookin' this just altered yo' thought process
And you can't afford it, but you can't ignore it
It's all about the knowledge you input
None of which you import is important ad you know it's lies
But I'm a different nigga, demented temper
Flip the scripture, bunch of ratchets and rockets like Hidden Figures
I'm just here to shoot and stop a Bear dead in his tracks
One shot, they literally found the Bear dead in his tracks
And what make it worse? Is it don't get no better than this
You went from the park to the jungle, you wasn't expected to live
You might not even see sunlight after this
And the message is, I've mastered this
Cause I need (kneed) to make my point like Kaepernick
This is the real protest (pro test), yeah I'm showin' y'all what active is (activist)
And that's exactly why I smother shit
Few of you niggas need shots before I go, I got the real bucket (buck it) list
A few of you niggas was happy that I came, but the rest was mad
They knew they wouldn't last as long
Cause I didn't talk, just kill
Pushin' the pound wit' no comment like Al Kapone
You on the menu Top, and you a big body
So if will be ground breakin' when you drop
Nigga prepare for this
I was outside tryin' to be a therapist
I told him plain (plane), "Y'all go into that building, I'm a terrorist."
Now if steel sharpen steel and it's a perfect quote and niggas love the shit
Then my blade will be a perfect example of the shit
Went from somethin' you never seen a day in ya life and now you stuck wit' it
It's all about a lastin' impression
How long can you last from the Wesson?
That's a trick question
That shit will spin Top longer than DiCaprio comin' back from Inception
Top it is over wit', overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause every battle turns into a eulogy, my condolences