[Round 1: Cortez]
Cortez not on Summer Madness? I had to pretend it was real
But shout out to the fans cause y'all the reason I got set for this kill
After tonight I’m gon' prove I’m a legend for real
Shit, y'all know ya boy had to come and pop out da blue like a gender reveal
Let’s get it started
I’m a turn Irving Plaza into the trap house
Y'all gonna account for the fiends
Smack you paid him in shoe box money, it won't account for a thing
Bands everywhere, and drugs, a money counter machine
Straps everywhere and snubs, oh you gon' count the machines
A triple beam, a trap phone, is you peeping the vision
A gem star and a plate, you take a seat in my kitchen
They say yo' name in vein, oh this Twork gon sell well
I'm bout to chop this Twork up and fit his whole body fit inside of a 1212
I catch Twork in da kitchen, cooking, I'm like, "Yo boy what you tryna to boil?"
Oh you tryna ball?
Crack him wit the nine he'll fall
Now I'm stepping on Twork, my right foot behind da skull
His head ache, I peel (pill) his cap through the tile and all (Tylenol)
Smack told me to test the product, belt wrapped
The syringe in a swollen arm, you must really be dope
Cause I don't feel a thing, I'm dozin' off
But every line I give to y'all {sniffs} , it’s potent y’all so I overcharge
Oshkosh B'gosh; you looking at the best baby, overall
I told you it's cheap product, you ain't makin' a thou'
I treat Twork like Re-Up
Let's put it all on da table and start breaking you down
The food saver, and zip lock, this Twork cheap as hell
I’m known to make a killing off Smack and the P's as well
I keep that scope on, I feed him shells
My eye on Twork, I point 8 (.8) then bag him, I don't need no scale
So you the best of the PG's? Fuck ya class
Since 16 I zipped Twork in that duffel bag
You rep the Goonies? You fucking fag
But if I cap a nickel (Kaepernick) he'll take a knee, fuck ya flag
I’m airin' at ya whole fam', dumping a clip
I won't miss me a loved one 'til ya loved ones is missed
A wood handle, I Louisville Slugger the shit
You from Jersey so it’s only right that Arm & Hammers cook Twork since you ain’t cut from The Bricks
I need to know, they call you "Twork" cause you shavin' them grams?
Lies! They call you "Twork" cause you shakey on cam'
Smack gave you a Puff deal, he ain't even making a band
Stainless, but that residue be stainin' my hands
And where I'm at? Summer Madness!
Yo habla Spanish at any moment
You said you do the salsa?
Papa, Pah! Pah!
Ahora! Do the chacha!
Bong! En la Bachata
Bong! Bong!
Bullets crack the shell, he'll eat the beef, mira et’e empanada
Nah that was caca
2 4’s (24) on Cort' (court) I’m attacking like the Mamba
You clap him in a coma?
I need me an extra M, bitch I'm clapping for the commas
Y’all best to honor Cor’, turn this into horror core
I rep the milk crate, bodega, I'm the corner store
I polish off chrome then Armor All
It's Prodigy mural, y'all don’t get it? I'll paint his face off the wall
So settle down, I want to prove that he’s blatant, how?
Well from here on out, I want the crowd to count how many times he says, "Head shot...blaow"
It proves he's a child, one dimensional style
All these imaginary guns but can't give me a real round
So like I said I appreciate you reaching out
But wait 'til round three there’s some shit we gotta speak about
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
You see this what happens when you drama based
A main stage big dawg, but outside is all common place
And when you dead, I keep shootin', Llama's bait
Ironic, I draw on with whatever under the sheet, but they won't find a trace
I hear a hundred voices
And these instruments make increments, you don't want a portion
I wanna warn you, I told you when you dead I keep shootin', that one is pointed
As he laid off and still get bucks, that unemployement
I ain't come to rap about the vault, that place where they put all that BS Cor' did up
BAOW, I'm talkin' Heaven, the place you gotta be escorted up
It's adios, my whole hood hitters
[?Spanish] you been bodied
What's up with all that talk how you was quick to bring in Shottys
Til I pulled the pistol on him, it's poquito Ingles papi
I let it clap on Cor'
{Claps} then again clap; encore
The gat drawn, n***a I done let a lot of MAC's off
You? Have said a lot of wack bars
I'll silence the pistol, muzzle 'em
Put a BAOW (bow) on a blanket; Allahu Akbar
I bury n***as, then the man from behind you air the Smith &
I'll take the shot, but one waitin' on the other side Cort' (court); he cherry pickin'
It's a grip in my palm, you either drop your location or your bitch is involved
Don't get your Tootsie Pop, n***a I'll keep lickin' until I get to the core (Cor')
That's cooperation, it's been about eight seconds since I ran down on Cort', I'm tired of waitin'
Y'all gon' cross the line so you'll never get back Cort' (court); that's a violation
Them sinister plots, you said you bang cans if they think Cor's (Coors) Light
You see that's where we differ a lot
I'll break your arm and stab ya head wit it
They'll find Cor' on the ground with a [?] in his top
I see Cor' declinin', before you discredit me, get more accomplished
Tryin' to relay a message how I'm forced, you force a problem
We all know the route you go, but it's time the four follow
All them different angles you took, and still lay in a box; horizontal
Bombin', this shit been lookin' like a soap opera lately
Show stopper, low chopper, old Glock on safety
Take it off, put one in your cabeza, then blow out your brains
See it ain't cause you Spanish, I got rounds for every color, can't nobody in the globe try to (Globe Trotter) play me
You said in the fourth grade you got suspended 11 times, now that's some bad attendance
My mama wasn't havin' that shit, I was showin' up to class suspended; subtract addition
Simple math, but you enjoyin' simple Math
Why? Cause he top tier, money? Well I guess it wasn't bad for business
Til I split Math, now you get a half percentage
I'll make a chump, change, stock down
But see this is where I add the interest
It's chloroform on the cloth for top tier money
I really took the shit from rags to riches
Still unannounced, I gave these n***as my all and they told me to dumb it down, why you complainin'?
"I'm the most underrated. Underestimat-" BAOW and now you're underground
You fuckin' bimbo, fuck ya third round
What we gon' speak ab- n***a gon' appreciate me reachin' out
A window, drive-by, they goin' through whatever I send for 'em
X-Ray, bullets won't show up in Cort' (court), they'll get a bench warrant
Long sniper, GMC, full of boys that palm fire
Pull up, it's a van of (Savannah) n***as , Lebron wife
Bigger nine, give a 16 to you, a song writer
Little nine, stay up witchu, an all nighter
Jersey
[Round 2: Cortez]
Bum ass fake ass 2pac piercing
Bro be tripping
.357 in yo' face, n***a the nose ring different
That’s why I’m here today, I'm raising the strap
You gon be a dead rotten corpse, the way I’m laying him flat
Now nobody gonna want to touch Twork like, "Yo bro I'm taking this back."
And now the cops find Twork like they raiding the trap
I'm in the hooptie, black tints
I see Twork, I hop out, snatch him
Back seat, Saran Wrap, should I clap him
Nah, I'd rather choke him with the seat belt
Now he'll really be strapped in
Yo we takin' a joyride, I swerve in the truck
Bullets make U-turn in the clutch
Get shot in Traffic, you don't know?
You hit the curb and then I dump
N***a, I'm riding dirty, but the spare will (wheel) stash Twork in the trunk
It's Summer Madness, it’s Nu Jerzey Twork
The one that pop alotta shit
He got alotta lip!
Bouncin' up and down like it’s hop skotch and shit
Like he got the key at the door but can't get to the lock of it
And he dropped the shit and he gotta piss
Stop it bitch
N***a, you be telling stories of make believe, you taking the cred'
On the next man's life, the shit all plays for the web
The shit I've seen, real drama, real trauma, that shit replays in my head
Read between the lines, shit I could write a book on how the ink saved me from lead
There’s a difference, my dos, peace to the flesh
My squad heats them next
My dogs drawn on his back, n***a that’s DMX
Yo I'll have my dawgs buck 50 over the face, you can try me if you can
Docs'll have to butterfly ya lips like Silence Of The Lambs
C'mon bro, you know what we all wanna know
Smack, did you pay him a lot bro???
I know he ain't getting a bag n***a; Costco
For years they question if I'm a legend, they said, "Nah bro
Cor', he's washed up, he should retire." Y'all sound slow
Smack I couldn't listen to the "nahs" (Nas) like 'Lonso
I'm balling on you dick suckas, my felons fresh out, they grip pumpers
They catch flashbacks, cause the serial match they DIN numbers
It’s different with me, I let my hands do the talking
Ya best bet, lay it all on the line bitch, I got a gambling problem
I dump then trash cans
Yeah that's how we handle the garbage
Yo, you wouldn't beat Cort (court) if we dead all the charges
Raised in a toxic environment, that's why I gotta mettle (Metal) with carbon
You ain't got bars like that!
"When I tear A dactyl", n***a nobody talks like that
What the fuck is a Dactyl? How do you tear it?
But it proves you the worst in fact
It makes sense you stretch lines, cause the Twork is wack
That’s why I’m up here for the big bread
Big lead, Brian Pumper, I’ll crack a shell over this bitch head
So try me, five piece, the nine squeeze
Bitch, you wouldn't get live on IG
So button up ya lips, that switchblade gets stuck up in ya shit
Back stabbers, we treat em like DJ's, when you cutting up his disc
You photogenic?
Well shit gon’ get ugly wit' the pic
So like I said I appreciate y'all reaching out
Round threes next and there's some shit we gotta speak about
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I shook his pride, like, "Twork comin'. N***a look alive."
He died with his eyes wide open, the n***a look alive
You one of them n***as that I take as a talker
You frequently speak of Drugz, but never played an importance
I got pistols, dope, boat, that's why I told 'em make me an offer
Negro spiritual, I got n***as in the field with the Wade (weight) In The Water
I don't discriminate, I'll send shells to ya bitch
For chips I'll crack her (cracker) and have her sittin' pretzel- you don't want to get our trails in the mix
So back to battle rap, where I got the best pen, pal your body parts get mailed to your friends
I'll pull it out, burst in Cort' (court), outburstin', he'll get held in contempt
You fuckin' guppy, the gun I'm clutchin' cause n***as to run abruptly
Big Bird, but I ain't tear a dactyl (pterodactyl) this time, he wasn't lucky
I'm talkin' Big Bird, and the one I got for Ernie singin' Rubber Ducky
Don't run ya mouth, ya bitch at the crib, then I run it down
You're walkin' and find ya boo in the sheets, like a haunted hou-
Nah, this stuff, buck heads on the wall like a hunter's house
I get it poppin' when it bang
Silencio, sound like nada when it bang
Impala, hop out, rob him wit' the thang
Creflo, left the n***a with a Dollar to his name
Dig this, dig ditch, coffin drop, Larkin pop
First shot penetrate, one try'll (trial) have it comin' out of Cort' (court), and then whoever charges drop
Clip full of jalapenos, a fresh batch
Ya son run, little Speedy Gonzalez, the TEC's clap
So if he don't know a lot, he know I wet backs
The gun soarin' [?Spanish] casa
I send a trash bag wit ya son organs
If I got anything to prove, he in the trash bag where your hon' door is (Honduras)
Bigger nine, I'll put the TEC's up in ya face
Throw this pussy out in the woods, they'll find you Naked & Afraid
I grab a TEC, hit ya crew, rat-a-tat
If somethin' live, coroner's only bring the dead back, the rest a rack (resurrect)
We don't crown you veterans
[?] I put the pound to ligaments
Leg shot, it go through your limb and tear a gate (interrogate)
I gotta sit you down for questionin'
My mind is tortured, demonic forces
Home invasion, crime extortion
Fuck ya battles, you hear me talkin' 'bout the vault?
It's the one that's behind the poultry
Ya time is tickin', open the safe, or it's blow back
So many marks on the wall, it's hieroglyphics
Given, you can criticize my line of work, it's not terrific
But if I catch you comin' home from a 9 to 5, and give you five from nine, I simplify the difference
Problem is, the only one lyin' dead, made an honest livin'
Jersey

[Round 3: Cortez]
Like I said I appreciate y’all reaching out
But this round I’m a take you to school
That's the shit we gotta speak about
Back to school week, right??
We in session, you sit right in the class
As I breakdown the wrongs and the right in ya class
It's a history lesson that leaves you, right in the past
I might say "F" it all, but the results remain the same
After this he's still likely to pass
Lemme break that down for you
It means I gotta check the stats
So if you dare disrespect me scrap, you won't get a pass
You see my Ese’s/essays?
Shit, we all down to catch F's for that
I coulda caught him in Jersey, sure (Jersey Shore)
But I had to get some things straight
You should’ve took flight, we be trippin' for weeks straight
The clip long as a semester the weak (week) breaks
You left M.I.A. cause I won't rest til a spring breaks
I ain't here to play games
You wanna play? I’m bringing Max Pain (Payne)
I blast trays, this missile (dismissal)
Take you out early like half days
So try it sucka, iron dump ya
Talking all that gang shit like
N***as don't die 4 colors
Schooled by red & blue
Made green... off white
Shitttt I pass that with flying colors!!!!
I gotta jack it (jacket)
If you win today (winter day) I squeeze hammers
He test I put lead in ya bubble, I need answers
They said, "NJT...He’s savage!"
Couple .80's, now this mark's forever gon be (B) average
I told you, if he lying still, iron steel, lyin' still
Evacuate or the boys get ‘em lined outside then we fire drills
I"m on him
N***as swear they got the Power, like they Ghost, when you spray the ops
I’ll grab ya seed & clap that lil bitch in front the school once I rain a (Raina) shot
You see that? How I'm killin' you this one time
I’m In my Prime (prom) and came suited to dance around this punch lines
He extra credit for me, y'all can tell, you the teachers pet
The difference is I brung the strap to show and tell and had the teacher's pet
Where you think I hide the toys? The teacher's desk
Over guns and butter I see n***as failed trying to cheat they death
And that's why there's a different side of me
Toy, on da side of me
Chris Unbiased, boy... this is sodomy!
So if he dare trying me he'll burn entirely
If Twork eyeing me, just learn Trigonometry
He beat Will and y'all gassed him see its all y'all fault
N***a you thinkin' you beatin' 'Tez? That's what all y'all thought?
But you Carlton, you ain't pass to Will, but you still gon' air ball on Cort' (Court)
Y'all can check the Fresh prints (Prince) you see the writings on da wall
Dissected and broken down, see there's a science to it all
The leader of the new school
Huh, you earned the attention
Air heads, dumb dumbs gon’ you learn you a lesson
I show up every battle Smack, I got perfect attendance
And I'm in a class all by myself, we found Twork in detention
I really wanted Brizz tell him, "Stop playing with mines."
You was suppose to give me Top, so I’m aiming the nine
At Michelle Pfeifer, y'all don’t get it?
He's just a Substitute for this Dangerous Mind
As I conclude, as I end this battle, it's the Goonies, they prolly gon' try to jump me
But y'all gon' need EMT’s cause everybody get a head shot coming out the DMV
I got a new slogan bitch, fuck you fakes corny
Ya keep doing what y’all do, just stay the fuck away from me
It’s Brooklyn all day I keep it trill for that
I lick a shot for PH!
The real is BACK!

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said you been on Smack for a decade and this is his first Summer Madness
Where do you think you got your slot from?
And yet and still, you hate the new wave, represented by it's top gun
I'm a tad bit different, you can try to compare 'em but I'm not one
You've been lookin' down on us, well now you lookin' down the barrel of a shotgun
I'm quite amazed
You managed to beat Daylyt, but most of your footage never seen the light of day
You one of my more confused opponents
I been on every card this year except Ascension
But you was on it
Ahhh I know, see the problem is I never been in ya shoes, them miniature moves
I done smoked every n***a that they send to Jeruz
Sent them to God, minister move
Countdown, I got minutes to move
For watch I grab out the crotch count, I'm Criminal smooth
I'm a Bad n***a, you feelin' froggy? Well this just a tad bigger
You wildin' for ya team, it all sounds convincin', but unlikely to believe
You just angles and gun bars, but not as violent as you seem
You pump yourself up, well who gave Cort' the 'roids (corduroys)?
Them lines ain't in ya jeans (genes)
I play with the chrome, pistol whip you, til I'm breakin' ya bones
One, danglin' over ya eyebrows' Razor Ramone
Or freeze up and get the flash at ya head; Raven Symone
The pipe light, I'll do you type trife
Force to pop, put a bow on Cort' (court) like Mike
I grip a nine, nah drop the gun, toss you in a creek
You either swim or die, Louie Armstrong
I'm gonna lay down my burden (bird and) leave you Down By The Riverside
I move wit' tactics, picked up on game
I'll leave nobody in the back bored (board), I need true respectin'
If I call up The Goonies, you gettin' jumped, shot, they steppin' on Cort' (court) like they do for practice
Jack and Ryda be the first two to make it, and they shoot for captain
Ruger clappin', you gon' need a crew for dat shit
The ones you had on deck jumped ship, I'm 'bout to loose the Kracken
When I grip the can' dump, what you gon' tell me
How I stay in some battle rap pussy?
N***a man up, you was in Robin Rhymes hotel and couldn't get ya little man up
We heard about you, but now they lookin' at you lesser than I thought
Fuck three, you couldn't last one round, you should've left it in the vault
What you want a casket? Well I came here with gun attachments
A big ugly bitch, but I don't care it's 'matics (charismatic), the unattractive
Welcome to Summer, Madness!
I'm strapped in! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness! I could snap at any moment
More choppers, a four pop in you, nina, take a chip in ya memory, let Cor' (core) processor (process her)
I do the salsa, let one flare you out a gun barrell
BAOW, BAOW, let you dance around the caps; sombrero
Jersey man