[Round 1: B Magic]
Yo, so DNA the next smile I gotta smack straight
These cans is where you’ll die call them Mac Dre
What I control ought to delete your whole back space
He tryna win, jumpin’ in the bag like a sack race
First Charlie, now the seed of Chucky? If this child play
Angry n***a hooping, there's gon' be a lot of foul play
I'll say, I’ll break the whole side of ya shit
Then something hot will, flame the whole side of ya whip
I got fried off the kite, I'm just being frank, shoot yo' Hecklers
A killa dog, you let Cujo check ya
Arm flippin’ with no judo lessons
He'll lift up, from the side like a sumo wrestler, bars
Open caps in ya mouth that ain't gold teeth
A flock of n***as with me, ain't none of them from Grove Street
You lyin’ through ya tooth, sayin' you gon' smoke me
I will drop your lil precious kid, I'm Mo'Nique
A lock pick and a machete what it took to kill him
All startin’ wit' ya crib like Tookie Williams
Get ya bars up, you gettin' the plot?
Come where the Lou is, I'll send a shot
I'm sick, too legit, hit ya chin go sleep
Eric'll strip and I ain't talkin' 'bout a window seat
Killer, a real midwest n***a that'll bury ya
Don't let me find Eric in the middle of America
Now breathe on it n***a, you never gonna kill a man
Turn Eric St. John to Gordon when I peel a can
You know, Eric Gordon from the Pelicans, the blicka blam
Give him hands, black half of his face like a Steelers fan
Ya freestyle is garbage, they make it seem hot
Nothin' polite about this aim, I got a mean shot
If I was prepaid for this card like Green Dot
You’ll get owned by the Ross, that’s ya Wingstop
So you can bring props, let me show you B the capo
And I'll take your head off with a sleepy hollow
If he don't follow he’s gon' fall when it spark
Nas and X, get your belly blew off from the start
Listen, a butcher knife'll cut him up until his liver show
Really though, put his plasma on the wall like a Vizio
Catch DNA tryna blog then the semi blow
VH1 n***as how I pop up videos
B mothafuckin' Magic
[Verse 1: DNA]
Ya last event was named Bars Over Names
I found that shit to be lame, SMACK
That was the worst event you've thrown in 4 years
That almost took you out the game SMACK
I've been on NOME, Summer Madness
As far as battle rap, those events change SMACK
So to get your company where it needs to be
You had to bring these names back, another Proving Grounds n***a
Guess this who I gotta step to
Well Like Kenneth Cole, I came here to address you
Whoever I message will get them text through
Your last battle wasn't a headshot but it was a chest wound
Cause you got the beats by Clips for real like The Neptunes
Let's move, all you do is punch, that's what yall call nice
These fans couldn’t see me bare to can chill like Coors Light
You ever been to prison starved for food or had to throw strong rights
No? So when B C time it was Before Christ
All you do is punch, make similes, and got a bunch of metaphors
But these fans gas you up that's ya only attribute
That's what they respect you for
You try to combine mad shit in one line, thinking less is more
So we gon call you Mr. Fantastic the way you stretch your ‘phors
But it's B motha fuckin Magic, you got a stupid flow
The type that say you'll get fucked up hair like Coolio
You bout to beat in this session like the studio
Once I put the star in the cast like a movie role
I'll let you ring on him like he won the Super Bowl
It's a sneaker event, he'll get laced and lose his sole
Fuck that, I live with the Dessie like Lucy show
And it’ll leave B Flat like a music note
But all them lines is simple and useless though
When I'm sayin’ shit like I'll leave your jaw split, ribs hurt
Face broken when you see this hulk in the ring, n***a it ain't Hogan
Imma give him cig after cig like I’m chain smokin’
So when I leave B flat, it'll be deaf like Beethoven
I ain't jokin’, I came here not today
I've got the Diddy and Da Band both to let my chopper spray
It's a wrap when I sing like Lotta Zay
You Fat Joe cause you Lean Back but couldn't put rock away
Ehh? Ehh?
That's all you gon give me when my shit is thorough
When I squeeze trays it'll give B K’s since we in this borough
[Round 2: B Magic]
I say yo, listen youngin', you got a don on deck
Rapper Randy Orton legend killer, I bomb on vets
I creep up on the side of Eric, put the nine on chest
Then bullets come out of St. John like Ron Artest, bars
You wanna hear something? DNA check me
Center stage, Magic AIDS if DNA deadly
Put, DNA Hefty that's a, DNA hefty
Let a, tip swab his mouth if DNA test me
I say, wrap with the Smith if I hear another Eric sermon
Barbarian, Clips wrote you a verse for me?
Then watch me school Eric, St. John university
Standing over a n***a masked up, it ain't surgery
You irkin’ me, n***as gon’ see the killa in me, the gorilla MC
Liftin’ heat out the vanilla Caprice
Scope St. John and bank mine, he getting some sleep
I wet the side of St. John like the Caribbean Sea
Fuck him, you wanna bar fest? Shit, watch me kill a geek
This n***a with the, Colt .45 ain't Billy Dee
That's a Sprite so the can got a lemon squeeze
You'll die, tryna set it off like Kim Elise
I'm too much for these lil' n***as, sparkin’ shots
Ridin’ around lookin’ for 'em like a parking spot
Let him give me his best shot like, that's all you got?
Serius, come and get the fade like a barbershop
I get it crackin’ when I'm stylin’ on mothafuckas
Get to stabbin’ this extra forehead havin’ mothafucka
I'm wildin' on these suckas, 'cause some of y'all tryna die
Cop a wheelchair when this n***a catch that iron side
You know n***a, cop, wheelchair, iron side
Masked up, light his ass up when that fire flies
The type of guy you never know when his gun spray you
You'll be sleep in a round like you unfaithful
Go on and on about carrying damn tools
Add seven Benjamins and I’ll bury this damn stooge
N***a it’s common sense that Eric a damn fool
Who you trying to convince that Eric a bad dude?
Look, I’m who you see when it’s war
Dumpin’ the same gun Holla had to leave at the store
Or, you get a nightcap, give him the urn
You gon' need more than a ice pack if he return
B mothafuckin' Magic
[Round 2: DNA]
They gassed you up in that last round
But I won't lie that shit was hot
When you said that shit about the parking lot
Then you had some shit about a fade with Serius in the barbershop
But n***a you could be Serius cause this shit seems dd
I'm Math, you gon get this hook after these 16 bars
Now punchline, punchline, set up, name flip
Every time, hold on, I can't lie, I do the same shit
The only difference is I perform, scheme, deliver, you never change shit
So in the words of Chilla Jones “this is where the game switch”
How many of y'all want B Sides? Besides this n***a's ass
Behind came here to take his honey, Bee hive
You think you Bad Boy? When I get th singing I give B-5
You better behave before I take what B have
And see em in that black jeep and make sure these bullets are emptied
When I catch you on that black street
Clap heat, you’ll spend life behind when you get these Mac’s
B, you pussy, you shook to see violence
So when you see D, make sure every bar code like Pusha T's album
My last battle was like D’Jango
I left that n***a from the D silent
So you don't gotta join Big T's crew for me to make B quiet
Imma make this kid's book when I’m uploadin’ the chapter
They gon’ have to fix you in the US, B like a broken adapter
I get that hammer, reload it and clap ya
So when I give B 4, he won't know until after, damn my mind's different
They gon say this n***a from New York won when my rhymes finish
Ya life gon see and end when my 9’s spittin’
So when I end B, see it won't be an eyewitness
Now that might be news to yall, but those lines finished
Now you battle Trav and they amped you up like your rhymes is ill
But you lost to B Real like Cypress Hill
Now you wanna get in the ring and try to play me?
Well if you knew what’s in store than you know I don’t toy with this KB
You tryna gamble but we ain't in AC
I could battle a n***a in 12 cities, in 12 streets
Take the same n***a 12 times, kill him in 12 weeks
If this was your album, all of your sales weak
So what can I gain, wait
When I give you this pound you’ll take this “L” B
Gain weight, pounds lb
Now you wanna act like you nice but you stupid man
I heard Clark Kent's in the building so he gon front like he’s Superman
That’s only gon get him killed when I hold them things
And since you playin’ Superman, your career will be in the lowest lane
Y'all n***as asked for a battle, this shit done got deadly
Ya'll gave me a n***a that came out
When they made the song rock steady
Sneaker Beast, yall know my slogan (get him the fuck outta here!)
Hell no, this shit is not heavy
This new shit I meant to do is called you are not ready!
No seriously, when you battles Young Kannon, you were not ready!
When you battled M. Ciddy, you were not ready!
Them hoodies and sneakers suck, they are not ready!
Give em some new gear, he is not ready!

[Round 3: B Magic]
You already done from the last rounds, I dead him early
With 30 warriors, and I ain't talkin’ Stephen Curry
30 more men before midnight, that's 11:30
Bitch I'm 'bout to act a ass like Eddie Murphy
I keep somethin’ big tucked for the tusslin’
When I say them arms around me I'm not cuddling
You ducking ‘em, have the whole crowd looking Muslim
Reload the clip, so many times you think it's buffering
Who fucking wit', Magic the best ever, the next n***a
Get sixth man, who playing games with a dead n***a?
I said n***a that hood shit, we on it homie
Let's see what DNA about when the chrome is on me
What? You ain't catch it? Yeah n***a, chromosome
I rock and roll with this magazine, I'm a rolling stone
West side of St. Louis when the Loc is home
Bitch I be in that trap house like Home Alone
Hang yourself, I kill n***as
Where Charlie at? Boy I'm slaying ya' lil' sister
For real, the shit that he be sayin’ is wack
The more he show off y'all think that DNA is a match, fact
He been dead, left jab a light swing
But you gon' have to fight the power if I do the right thing
Release clips as it go down like livestream
Boy I clear shit out like Visine
My n***a, go dome shot for head kill
Better hope Harlem Hospital got a bed still
'Cause Charlie crib the last time I let the lead peel
You beat- I’ll run in the same spot like treadmills
You on a killing spree? I'm breaking the chain
Raising the flame, you n***as better stay in ya lane
Ducking is cool now? Battle rappers making a change
Wreck-It Ralph-ass n***as running 'way from the game
Google me, I'm legendary on the mic
You had battles, but none of them were steppin’ to you right
Banana sit it in the chopper, hope you exit wit' your life
Clips sing a long time, like karaoke night
I said it once, these mothafuckas scared
I'm from the mothafuckin' Lou, that’s how a mothafucka play it
Beat me? Can you believe what this (mothafucka said?
You must’ve slipped, fell and bumped yo' mothafuckin' head)
B mothafuckin' Magic n***a

[Round 3: DNA]
You wanna keep talking shit with Lux and Clips like this bastard's deadly
They should’ve called Lux to come to the battle so I could get your casket ready
Now some n***as gon say it ain't written, don’t act like it ain't no free
But you gon get this work if you ain't on yo JO-B
Now this the 3rd round right here, in other words the closed casket
This is where I kill you, you break out, I make n***as break out
The difference is so drastic
That last bar should make it clear as hell, that’s this pro’s active
But I'm…[unclear]…They only hired me to coach Magic
Since you're from the Lou, I'll send you to Heaven early to get a early view
They said to kill him for the cream but I said he's not a worthy dude
You dying to battle O-Red, but I feel like he’ll murder you
So you’ll live up to the name Magic
You won't get to that jersey n***a till you 32
But you sick and we know you are so how you gon get the hoes cuz?
I mean they know you infected so they ain't gonna let you bone cuz
Ya name Magic, that’s stupid, that’s equivalent to no love
But it makes sense why you crip, cuz you scared of your own blood
You never pop triggers, never been a block dealer
Let off them shots quicker, you new to the clippers, you Doc Rivers
I spot n***as, it's no Biggie so just be Kool G
Around here we face n***as man to man, fuck the 2-3
When I squeeze techs, it’ll get B X’d like Oun P
Or I could let this cig smoke him to make this n***a from the Lou see
Cig smoke him. Lucy, that’s why the cops is chasin’ me
For bringin’ the four to home like adoption agencies
And y'all watchin’ while these bars rockin’
In this ring imma get rid of Magic man like Bernard Hopkins
So you gonna need more than Obama to make it change
These bars like Drake after you hear them they ain't the same
I reload once that 8’ll bang
I get rid of Magic when this appear like I'm David Blaine
You makin’ a face like that ain't shit like that shit ain't hot Magic
You better shut the fuck up when I rhyme you better stop Magic
Before I come through and reload and I blam those Magic
Ya punches hit or land though Magic
This n***a think he got the iron power
I guarantee you that last bar will make this n***a silent now
If it's war, lock on his head I bet he’ll fall back
Got the sweeper and the long nose, both of them point caps
Who is black kiddin’? Y'all gon see Magic lose
Oh, y'all can't spell? It don't matter
I could kill him no matter which craft I use