[Round 1: O-Red]
ARP...you gon' lose some subscribers after I swarm through
Colonizers gon' hate the way you lettin' me do him wrong, 'Mu
You gettin' canceled like Steve Harvey - I'm tryna warn you
Red (Read) the wrong one on the card to give a Ward (award) to
You gave the white Horseman this conquest?
A divine test?
I'll black on fam' and leave him pale 'til he symbolize Death
Askin' for this war don't mean you riding on Red, Horse
I mean, Illmac killed you already
Shit, I'm just wastin' my time...bеatin' a dead Horse!
You can't hack it
I'm great rappin', a straight savagе
Dean's list: when I'm on a (honor) roll, y'all gon' think A average
If this happened in Atlanta, you would've died in the South, Ward
As far as Newark, you won't last a day in the South Ward
I don't glorify it, but bro-bro, it's bad
I know punks who fo'-fo' will blast for the low-low of cash
And wit' no warning, while kids playin' yo-yo and tag
Random MAC (Mackk) shots outta nowhere like, like...like, "Loso a fag!"
I keep a mag' for the issue...and I move wit' a nickel
Late night, put a Christian in the middle like Jimmy Kimmel
I'm a Nine-Trey official, taught to move wit' a whistle
Fuck Charron - n***as been gettin' Bodied by Billy pistols (Pistolz)!
And I put that on BB, A
This round ain't a BB. A
You'll get more than a drug charge from this DE, A (DEA)
Stolen Mustang, I do drive-bys...out the GT, A (GTA)
One finger light up, and Heaven gon' know your ETA!
FYI, your homie 'bout to die when O rappin'
When I'm done wit' him, I ain't givin' Th3 Saga no action
Why battle you when I could body yo' captain?
Besides, I heard A behind most of your verses like Fivio rappin'
Ayy...
You know, ay-ay-ay, got the fans thinkin' Sensei nice as shit
I believe it, too, since A write your shit
Nah, Nice told me remove your chords (cords), make you a wireless
I shoulder the bird and walk wit' the stick on some pirate shit
Which reminds me...Twork taught me how to ignite your bitch
She really like Black people meat
You know I smashed her down
No, for real, like, she like Black people meat, bro
I had to smash her down
She was beggin' to drive the boat, so I grabbed the crown
She guzzled half the brown
Hit the blunt, passed it down
I fed her some molly and (Somalian) said, "Look at me - I'm the captain now"
Savage shit, I'll bag your bitch
Hit her from the back wit' it
Thrashin' it, on one knee for Colin Kaepernick
She grab the dick...then do a lil' math wit' it
That mean she subtract the lips, add the spit, and slide across the pole like a abacus
You hurt behind those bars? Well, welcome to the infirmary, Ward
You my son - we gon' change your name to Maternity Ward!
I know you wanna be the next Marshall Mathers, but as a friend, A
Tryna take Red life (RedLyfe) ain't gon' make you a young Em', A (Young M.A.)
Ya heard me!?
Jersey!
[Round 1: A. Ward]
I been in my bag!
Rebuttal Game Crazy...
I been in it, pal
Twork taught you how to talk to my wife?
He definitely didn't teach you how to finish a round
I said, Shotgun Suge said he the shooter and the driver...
I guess that makes you the Uber and the rider
Bro, you doin' Uber?
I'll never knock a man hustle if the pay worthy
I just got a question
You ever pick somebody up during the day, early
25-minute drive, let's say 30
Then drop 'em off three blocks later and say, "Jersey!"
Surely!
UberEats, too? Look, I got pissed off when I seen the fans hatin'
'Cause y'all actin' like Red switched up on us
Man, save it
He been sayin' he gettin' plates, he'll ride up, bring the trays (tres) out
Y'all just didn't stand patient and wait for the Translation!
Random...people you be givin' rides to
Random...people you deliver fries to
Your satisfaction rate was 97 percent when you deliverin' food
But in 40 battles, when it come to a mil' (meal), you've only given us two
So what it do, Red?
'Cause you not layin' out a ki' of work while you chop and bag raw
You startin' up a Kia for work and droppin' bags off!
You wasn't preparin' for Mask On in your crib, makin' sure your delivery was nice
You was preparin' wit' your mask on in the car, makin' sure them deliveries was right!
So quit frontin'!
All that work you do for Uber, then he gon' come up here and tell me how he lift (Lyft) somethin'
Well, against Volume 3 and Iron Solomon, when you tore his shirt
All that fake aggression, what you get from it?
As a Christian, I lost respect, regardless of the slick punches
'Cause you looked at an innocent Jew, ripped off a tee (T), and did nothin'!
R.I.P. Slim Dunkin
See, you coulda had a shot in Atlanta
But in Jersey, this what it amounts to
See, I know you sick, and I can pick the positives out you
But I'm a tough test
Stick your nose in my business and you dropped in a box in the ground, dude
ARP knew it
He called it Mask On 'cause that's what you do when someone's coffin (coughin') around you!
The grounds crew: what I roll out cover the bases
Pac-12, Big Ten
You late to the party and right now I'm nothin' to play with!
So cue a death wish
I can't believe you accept this Transformer blo-
I'm too electric!
It's the Four Horsemen tip
Groundbreakin', and the foundation is not shakin' like poor sportsmanship!
I morph to this
They said he got presence, I see an orphanage, the poorest gift
Run your mouth, put a cork in it
It's that, or a fist for your orifice and (*smack*) get that aura fixed!
You're dyin'!
Beatin' me? Harder than pluggin' in the USB cable right the first time
ARP put your name on a flyer...I'll put your receiving of friends on a church sign!
You picked the worst time
Y'all had me meet (meat) Red on a Rare plate?
This ain't fair - wait, I'm locked in
He Ricky Bobby, I'm Sidney Crosby
He think he fire, I'm a top Pen
Every lazy line 'bout a Glock-10
Yeah, O pull (opal), but if it's half-fire (sapphire), do he really drop gems?
Yo, I'mma prove you can't go back-and-forth wit' me
Who said your pen worthy?
Jersey? Red here just to rap battle
Watch fans back Ward, a sure 30
Wait - reverse that
30? Sure - A. Ward's back
Fans watch battle rap just to hear Red "Jersey"?
It hurts me!
Yo, it's disgustin'!
You choke in a big battle every year and call yourself a "Transformer"?
I'm thinkin' a different big production
Like Men in Black...you know, not 'cause the Tommy and the Smith is dumpin'
But Men in Black 'cause we see flashes...then you can't remember nothin'!
They said this was a style clash
I agree - fire, trash
He finna be mad as can be
Spend the whole round battlin' God, end up losin' the battle to me
That's 1
[Round 2: O-Red]
My Rebuttal Game Cra-
Nah, I'm lyin', y'all
Shit kinda doo-doo
Honestly, I ain't gon' even test the shit
I mean, you spit a lot of fire bars that round
I'ma respect the shit
I'm pretty sure somewhere in here you gon' mention-
I mean you're a Christian so you gotta mention like JC or how I gave my life- bro I'm expectin' it
I mean, typical Christian, worried about that JC- this a New Testament
Tonight? I'm in my sonar bag, meaning I'm well equipped with eloquence
Intelligent, way outta your element
Pen smooth with your lines on (Lonzo) Ball point, no Pelican
You lack grace
That mean you far from the type that I take an L against
You not Live, and these (Andy) Caps ain't Hot Fries
They gon' have to pull 'em outta ya body like bot flies
If I pop five, guarantee you an op dies
.38, snub award (A. Ward), he got robbed
Of his innocence
I'm puttin' this impotent on an injured list
If shit pop, Ward'll (water) get red; Flint, Michigan
So tell him, "Duck down" when the ratchet swing
Clip so big, you prolly question your faith if you seen this magazine
You know cause Big questioned Faith for posing with 'Pac on the magazine
Why you act like we atheist's cause-
You act like I'm an atheist cause I rap about poppin' lead
N***a most of us spiritual, it's religion that got us fed
I believe in a higher up, ain't you a Bible head?
So you should know bro, even the word of God read (red)
Bag of lies, Martin Asher, I'm Takin' Lives
For life insurance, it's on my side, Nationwide
50 in the drum, you takin' five
In the name of God, you takin' 10% of the bucks I got, I'm payin' tides
Riddle me this
If church is a haven for those inside
Can you tell me how that Dylann Roof cat took nine lives?
Converting to ya side can save us from that demise?
N***a we ain't even safe tryin' to worship the same God
Can you guarantee protection?
Cause you talk the talk of a reverend but constantly question and second guessing your own lesson
How you give a message on a religion you disrespecting?
You're a Christian who paid a battle rapper named St. Mic to be in ya presence
The nerve of you
You a student, but in front of them you pretend to be a leader
You a 20 ounce bitch
You know what that mean? You ain't even a full liter (leader)
You a diva
I see it in every feature
Vampire In Brooklyn you a sucker who transformed into a preacher
You mad n***a?
What? You wanna give me a {punches his hand}
Get ya rocks off
But you fishy with that Bible, I said it Peter, now pop off
I'm callin' ya bluff Aaron, we turnin' up the heat
Oh you don't want this side? Cool I'll turn the other cheek
You swing? Razor to Memory Lane
I'll let it jog your mind
Run it back then swipe again like the card declined
Drop that, sub in the sub, then tell you, "fall in line"
Soon as you yell, "God is good"
I'ma give y'all all the time
Ya heard me?
Jersey
[Round 2: A. Ward]
I battled a Champion Of The Year before, "it was practice"
That's what Geech' said
I thought the opportunity would be lush, but he was cheeks
I didn't know I'd face an embarrassment so now I gotta beat Red
Look, I don't know what Gotti was smokin'
But I'm five times him and double you O, like Hollywood Hogan
But forget that cause this somethin' I can't ignore y'all
Cause I see the games bein' played and I've been checkin' the scorecards
Oh this the house you built?
Well cool, I leave tomorrow, it's all yours dawg
But since I'm in Red Zone and ain't got my Sunday ticket yet, let's get to these sport bars
I said we don't rock the same
You correlate a jersey number with a gun model and drop a name
I said, you cap with the pistol like Nevada games
Your problem aim and every time O missed I gotta coach him, this is not ya lane
I said this is my ground
Forget thinkin' two can wear it
Mask on in Jersey like Lucious Harris
I got more of this stuff
Ya O in the middle of the field but Jersey switch up more than the Oregon Ducks
What's up?
I said, let Red tell it, he push the white (Dwight) for the green (Green) and bam, let a pair go
Or he gon' use a nun (Nunn) and Pope bar cause he think I'm Catholic, what a weirdo
What a waste of time
I should be dunkin' (Duncan) on Jimmy but Suge is scared though
Or readin' Psalm 80 in the King James Version, instead I'm here O (Herro)
Wait, "Bam", "Green", "Dwight"

[O-Red]
NBA Playoffs

[A. Ward]
"let a pair go"
"Nunn", "Pope", "Weirdo"
"Duncan", "Jimmy", "Suge is scared though"
"80", "King James", "Cause I'm Herro"
I said my writing's perfect
I schemed five Lakers and five Heat players and this ain't even my final version
Man, let's go!
Whatchu talkin' about?
What I'ma do with him?
"The card declined", I use the pen!
Let's talk!
I said forget a burner, save that for the read (Reed), you should've left that mess in the car
I said I'm a blessing on cards
I said you tryin' to hit me your Wesson will spark?
I'm protectin' my heart
The preacher, BAOW (bow), Tamika foul I'm Catching a charge
I said you the bigger name, but still I'm addressin' ya bars
I got it down to a T, O, I got no problem disrespecting a star
You know, cause T.O. [?]
When you explain every sports reference it doesn't make a it wild
O lines don't need runnin' back it's the other way around
I'm finna bury you
That Mike Krzyzewski bar you had vs. Trez, I ain't gon' lie bro, it was great
But it made me think of all the other random quotes that you say
And how writing is much easier when you can shorten it and go with a K
But I'm a different type of coach in the game
And I'm always in a zone when I play
So it's like pronouncing Boeheim cause it's gon' sound like A wrote and put O in his name
Lord open the gates!
Don't come for Jehovah
This a bump of that cocoa versus someone who drunk a mimosa
I'm too much, you a few bucks
You use guns in the culture, take that chopper to Reed (read) like Trump with Corona
I'm done with this joker
Whatchu say is just alright (all right) Red like Republican voters
And I'm driven by something else, I got something to show for (chauffer)
Still I punch with the dopest
Both fists
One stump and you over
You throw fists?
Two will back you up like [?]
I told ya
They the ones that gon' quote this
But they impressed with the two backup
You know for Starters I said "throw/fits"
I said it's a dope hit
Football is something I've been kickin' around, I'll cold, quit
But mana, haha, rah rah, la la, Saga, Wawa, fafa, nana, rah rah, la la, mama, sana
Wha? Rahrah, where my phone?
Wait?! That was trash?
Yo, do me a favor, stay patient and I'm let y'all hear the motherLOVING translation
I said I was supposed to meet Red at the bar to watch the game, you know, food and beer
He no showed, I got frustrated, cause why? My team was losin' clear
I left the bar, lookin' for my ride like, "I hope dude is near"
Walked up and Red pulled up, 'Ayo my Uber's here!"
I'm that nice!
They said this was a style clash
I agree, fire/trash
He finna be mad as can be
Spend the whole round talkin' 'bout God and end up losin' the battle to me
That's two

[Round 3: O-Red]
My rebuttal game crazy
Bro, I gotta question for you, like really really
Why do you, like...being that you'se a Christian, it's like, you don't wanna seem like some fraud
So you exchange your gun bars for punch bars and then you do this {punches his own hand} dumb hard
Like really bro
Like, you the type to say some shit like, "Oh...I'm such a Christian that I ain't gon' pull up with that thing and clap her
Oh, oh you a conscious rapper? {punches his own hand} not you a rapper
I don't hit women, but if your wife called me a cracker
This land on the Earth like Vegeta and nap her (Nappa)."
That shit is trash my n***a
But you know what I remember though?
I remember you tweeting me sayin', "Red if we battle. We should do a battle with all sports flips."
That's what you did your last round, right?
All sports flips?
Cool
For this round all you gettin' torched with
I mean you cool with the sports flip, but it's different in the Garden, Ward
Like Glock 2-, I got more Clips than Charlie, Ward
Why you not in King Of The Dot tournament, family?
I heard you backed out last- oooooh, I understand B
You died to Mackk Myron scrap
That collision with Pontiac made you realize you ain't got the drive for a Grand Prix
You lack the Formula for it
Me? I do not play
Meaning that you lack the formula but if I get algebraic, the strap will hit you two times A
K Clip, I shake shit with every tool I spray
Ali joggin' in the- I let it boom by A (bomaybe)
Last night
Wanna talk sports, right?
Last night, I had to talk with a ratchet
I tried sparing you
I said, "I like Aaron", she said, "I like Aaron too" (airing tool)
He come to this side of town it's spit by a clown
Red beam, placed on a .40, like a kick out of bounds
You and your shorty? Done
Yeah, you and both of your shorties done
I'm sendin' all of y'all on a glory run
Got perfect aim in the clutch, this here my Robert Horry gun
I do you gory son
I collected 50 put A on Red shirt like Alvin
Nah, I'd rather, Kamara a Saint with the .40 one (41)
I do this with no effort
My strap like a single L in a five game stretch, that's a 4 and 1 for the record
Respect it, my n***as reckless
O, aye sis' (oasis) send a message to body ya water be in the middle of the Desert
I'm O.T., plaid on the beach when they hit 'em Lord
O be the last person you seen when they Smith A. Ward
That's a bar
Get it Ward?
I said, "Obi Toppin the last person you seen when they Smith Award
I brought the line back I had to Steven A. Smith A. Ward
Do y'all see how my round play off (playoff) A's?
He in the game but don't know the score
Same mistake JR made
You can talk that shit to them white rappers you spray off K's
But here? Nah, ain't no playin' games with a black, this ain't the fade on [?]
I'll really beat you to a coma bro, hittin' you wit' force
White folk gon' be shocked like, "Get that n***a off the Horse!"
I got Django status, I'm a pistol tucker
You as soft as the cracker whippin' lil' Jodie for break- you brittle brother

{O-Red and A. Ward enter a conversation about the meaning of his last bar}

[O-Red]
You know what that mean?

[A. Ward]
I don't actually

[O-Red]
You ain't seen him, the the one with Bible scriptures on his body whippin' little Jodie for bre- you brittle brother. Just let that marinate bro. You feel me

[A. Ward]
Yeah I got it

[O-Red]
Alright cool, now that we off that, the crazy shit is you really think you John Wick, nah
You more like Magic Johnson, you are not sick
You was nice, then you fell off, quicker than Josh Smith
You came here for a classic
Me? I came here to wash shit
A blood clot career ender, I Chris Bosh shit
Y'all be gassin' him for a rebuttal in the middle of his rounds and shit, right?
You call yourself, "cocoa"? That's what you said last round, you like coke or some shit, right? Or some shit like that. Same shit they sell they sell to fiends
Well my rounds need to be wrapped in nothin' but cellophane (sell to fiends)
I put it on everything
No disrespect to Steph Curry, this 30 gon' be the best Ward L (Wardell) y'all ever seen
And for all you other lames, thinkin' you in my lane
Tell ya favorite league to book it and we can bang
O-Red don't duck nothin' in this motherfuckin' game
I'm Marlo in the bullpen, my name is my name
Ya heard me?
Jersey

[Round 3: A. Ward]
When you hear "Cali", you think Geechi, B. Dot, Daylyt, they take home wins for the town
When you hear "St. Louis", you think Magic, Verb, Holla, Ooops
They put on for the midwest with a definitive style
New York? That's the mecca for the sport
You know, legendary battlers at every event, it's profound
And when you hear "Jersey" y'all think, "Damn...y'all can't even a round."
Yo, that don't piss you off?
Where the pride at?
You, Surf, Suge, Twork
All y'all makin' upwards of five racks that's why I'm uppin' my price tag
.9's, straps, .45's, MACs
Every gun "baows"
Y'all should be sayin', "click, click, click"
Jersey more known for the rounds that never come out
You see, I was supposed to believe Surf was gon' finish 40 B.A.R.R.S. when he couldn't even finish 40 bars?
Yo, who loves a quitter?
Shotgun talk all that mess for three rounds but barely got one remembered
It's Kamara?
No, this Saint is with all the bull (audible)
So it'll be a breeze (Brees) how he can go from Shotgun to under center
And I ain't forget about you Raivon, and you know it man
You blocker supporters online cause they expect more from you than chokin' man
They paid good money every month to see you Twork (twerk)
That must be why they only fans (OnlyFans)
And you find comfort in it Red?
With your brothers robbin' the culture, stuntin' with the bread
Without makin' sure without makin' sure that your customers are fed
That's why you got a bounty
Them other three bums will end up dead
Y'all gon' stay the same Jersey
I just got rid of Red's cannon and now I do a number on ya head
I'm nothin' to play with
You know, the art of freestylin', y'all can at least be like
Somethin', somethin', a couple of name flips
Yo that chokin' stuff drives me crazy
I've been wantin' to say that
I thought that when Jersey cats had they back against the wall with the bars, don't they normally come up with a statement?
It's basic
That's basic
You mean to tell me when God created Jersey battle rappers he put pain in it
He put authenticity, believability, wordplay, He mix fame in it
Time to give y'all memorization skills He straight skipped it?
Bypassed all of y'all and gave everything to Dre Dennis?
Straight gimmicks
You don't know the trouble you in today
Ars', Surf, Suge, Twork, that's more than a couple of friends I'd say
They all do numbers above you
And ya name at the bottom of Jersey like the WNBA
Look, I don't care how many rounds ya four got in it
If halfway through ya round you've forgotten it
Look, if ever I don't have bars that mean my phone dead
The only thing I ever sleep on, my own bread
You ever need to spar bro, hit me line, go HAM
The best do (Dew), it's Code Red
I said you not a rap god
Y'all not rap gods, you one dimensional
Every round the hammer's dumpin'
If battle rap was the NBA, you just impress the fans with dunkin'
If you gon' live in this bubble, use your voice, we demandin' substance
How many more vote
It's not about ya name, we wanna see Jersey stand for somethin'
If a doctor wrote you a prescription and never gave it to you, you wouldn't go back
If a barber cut ya hair halfway, you'd be so mad
A mechanic changed three of ya tires, "yo put that jack down"
They left the fries outta the bag, you circle back 'round
You supposed to get what you paid for
Jersey I'm lookin' at you
And if you can't produce what they paid for stop bookin' these dudes
Look I ain't come to fall in line
I came to tell 'em "God is good"
(All the time)