[Intro: ARP]
Max Out 2
Atlanta, if y'all havin’ a good time, make some noise, y'all
What's up? (YEAH!)
And we still not done!
Battler on my left, who you be?

[Round 1: Ill Will]
Aye, did y’all see outside?

[Crowd]
Aye, it's rainin', Blood!

[Ill Will]
You damn right...
But what if it rain blood?
This ain't no promo run
That shit was disgustin'
No disrespect to no Blood on this planet
That shit was for youngin
And I don't bang
So you can't say that shit was from frontin'
Plus if you my auntie son, and we at a family reunion
BITCH, you my cousin!
You told Math:
"See, Blood...
It’s ironic I say ’See', Blood
’Cause where I'm from, we don't C, Blood"
Now that was cool!
But you gotta be a bit more seasoned, Blood
Like...I'm seasoned, Blood
And this the season, Blood
I know C’s and Bloods - they'll be seizin' Blood
Body lockin' up, now you seizin', Blood!
Nurses screamin', "We need 20 CC's of blood!"
I'm a big ape in the game: I'm Caesar, Blood
Linе all them n***as up! It'll be seas of blood!
Ayе, aye, aye...
It's 'bout to get ugly, I'm honest
If it ain't a body, every round JAG get edged (Jagged Edge)
I Promise!
Oh, oh, you the new Deebo
You the new Deebo
Well, Willy tote it
I'll leave a bully folded
I'm 'bout to put a lot of bucks into this, JAG!
It's a fully-loaded
I'll drop you - try me!
Everything on the menu popped
One-two, uppercut, then your chin get rocked
Then a right by your side!
Boy, I'm the best friend you got
JAG! You a featherweight
I don't wanna hear about your resume
When battle rap is what made you elevate
I'm what you have to go through
I don't know why they say you beat Math, when he was spazzin' on you!
Now you want Big Jersey!? Arsonal!?
That's Fab in '02!
South Central! Tall cat!
But n***a, I'm wit' all that
I'll slap Chubby like he tryna get his little brother ball back!
JAG, you don't know what n***as from my home will do to you
My zone is beautiful
Known to shoot at you
16 shots at fo' n***as, the chrome is suitable
That's four IV's every 16: we roam in (Roman) numerals
I'll put his mama in his trauma wit' this Llama!
Big choppa!
Every time I cook, I'm arm(ed), Chubby: Big Mama!
Which doctors, gon' take care of him?
'Cause I'm checkin' the spot
Heckler and Koch, reckless wit' shots
Ref' in a Sixers game: I'll even give a TEC (tech) to the Doc
This the vibe, live or die
This my Starship, Enterprise
And it's just like Spock
I point, air (ear), it's splittin' 5
Dip and drive!
This street shit, is what I love, n***a!
Thug n***a! Drug dealer!
Them Pirus roll deep? N***a, these bullets is Blood thinner
It ain't a n***a alive! I'm seein' everybody!
When I came to RBE, I changed it
'Cause I'm Really Beatin' Everybody
YakTown! In this BITCH!
[Round 1: JAG]
You thought you was gon' have a easy run wit' me, my n***a?
Please, my n***a
Nah, this how a fight feel
I'll punch you cold in yo' fuckin' mouth
Don't be givin' me no ice grill
I got a house in Bel-Air and Philly, too
I'm just like Will
I'll cut this n***a like a sushi chef wit' his dookie breath
Tonight, we eatin' sliced eel
Listen, n***a, I should make you eat yo' shit, and leak yo' shit 'cause you sneaked yo' chick
On the Internet, lookin' like she got hit by a brick on some Deebo shit
N***a, is you stupid?
When we say we "beat up somethin'", mean we fuck somethin'
We ain't know you was gonna go home and really beat yo' bitch!
Listen, dawg
I'll leave fresh prints (Fresh Prince) on him, after killin' him
Swipe all the Banks, take all the safes, I'm talkin' cash at minimum
This that Uncle Phil-Jazzy Jeff treatment
Kick him out fast, get rid of him
But you? Remind me of Geoffrey Butler
This whole last millennium
'Cause n***a, I got it made (maid), so when you speak to me, it's "Master", William