[Round 1: JC]
You write very exceptional...to be Jewish
But I'm not a n***a to scalp, homie
I'm too Wicked...which (witch) means y'all should probably just put the house on me
And so we don't make this close, I'mma say it slow
Y'all 'bout to see a plain (plane) Spirit flight, and it's crazy, bro
'Cause he got on board for cheap, but didn't know the extra shit he was gon' be payin' fo'!
I am too good at what I do, and it's too much to ever replace me
Plus, all your effort been lazy
So now we blitzing
You get outta pocket? Scramble, but the other direction is safety
Welcome, Iron, let's not get ahead of this
You far as fuck from home
So yo' comfort zone, prolly as low as you are on that "Legend" list
So me droppin' to yo' hands? Never!
Regardless of yo' planned efforts, I dust a n***a til his body covered in it
I could've sent T'Challa to the ancestors!
I brought them .380's through!
And they some Marvelous ones, and the aim is proof
They open minds like the Limitless pill
The side effect? You get less of yo' brain to use
N***a, you just a White boy, tryin' to move on his own
You don't think you just a clone?
Ask K-Shine...SMACK (smack) is the only thing separating you from Charron
N***a, no jokin', the champ in the buildin'
It's Mayweather versus Ricky Hatton
Who fast-write (right) the most potent?
But y'all know the answer either way
It's Ancestry.com: I showed proof of who I was through DNA!
Now, I was the first n***a to protest the cats that reached
Hate it or love it, there's a lot of n***as glad I speak
As far as handling Iron, I'm Malcolm with the shotgun at the curtain
That mean I'm at my peak (peek)
Be honest, n***a
How many bodies did you catch behind these bifocal glasses lens?
Prolly some real average shit
I need a scope, or at least a beam: Iron's sight's too inaccurate
We need another look!
I was raised by animals: my memoir's gon' be a Jungle Book
Ain't no debatin' the truth
Extensions in the clip, I put the barrel in his face when I shoot
It's 30 in it...one for every minute of our time you wasted with Mook!
I came armed, so don't try nothin' slick
And get a grip on ya guys, 'cause they on some wild young shit
And if I had to get the grip
Foosball: you gon' see the whole lineup flip!
Believe in this, Iron
No, fuck what I'm talkin' 'bout, believe in this iron
You can get the ghostwriter shot in self-defense
That was the n***a reachin' for Iron
But now the hammer in his face
He self-centered, 'cause the only thing he seein' is Iron
See, if I have to battle a great, then I'm leavin' wit' a corpse
He somebody you gon' have to replace
I'm buildin' my whole empire before Iron: I'm Alexander the Great
Don't be silly, Aaron
I mean, not to throw around governments, but with guns and clips, who really airin'?
I mean, let's set it straight
I mean, he can start wit' a stare (stair) and really move up from there
Like...like, really escalate
Like, I was gettin' my back rubbed when I got the call for you
I said, "Smack, Beasley, it's a problem? Name it."
Went from gettin' Pampered to doin' Pull-Ups...shit was easier than potty-training!
Now we locked and aimin'
Whole squad look the same when we movin': doppel gang shit! (doppelganger)
Weapon blastin', if I'm tryin' to get him harm
For a pretty Penny, they'll put Iron on the arm: n***a, that's Janet Jackson
And I don't let it breathe
I'm Eddie Murphy in McDowell's: n***a, I will mop everything
If you askin' for proof, the shit's physical
'Cause when JC black on a Jew, it gets biblical
Yeah, JC, black on the J- that's cause we the originals!
And the way the white man calls himself "the Jew" came up in this world, has been criminal
You'll get dropped to the floor for second-guessin'
Deal wit' the pain (Payne) when I get to steppin'!
Forget the weapon
It's two feet to the face on the way in (Wayans): that's the Head Detective!
No silencer for Iron
When I clap, shit's serious
Everybody in the back is hearin' this
This Uz' (Oohs) gonna fill up the room...it's gon' sound like when Math hit Serius
It's body ba-
Round 1!
It's different today, it's different today
[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
Y'all see how he want you to have my skin in mind, when I'm spittin' rhymes
But how can you judge the race before I even start to finish lines?
See, I'm way too advanced for all that cracker white trash
'Cause the only thing I've ever tried to master was my craft
But it's Black Panther bars at every battle, every time he perform it
Wakanda, T'Challa, he just redesign a small portion
Don't let him fool you like it's new, he just recyclin' garbage
That's proof that not every actor who grab this mic'll be (Michael B.) Jordan!
But, to be totally transparent, I'm not clear how I got here
Dropped from facin' a top-tier...to someone on T-Top tier
With 21 days prep, which to me, seems foul
Now he has the advantage
He's used to writing three weak (week) rounds!
But I get it, y'all let him swipe this spot 'cause he don't charge a dime
But fuck his price - the cost is the credibility of this whole card declined
And now I'm on the line, like Pepe Le Pew, chasin' this pussy cat
Who seems like the same breed, 'cause he's painted wit' stripes that he shouldn't have!
You not even an op'
In front of me, you a prop
Food to feed to the croc', a pair of feet in a spot
You just the cheapest he got when we needed to swap
Y'all know the story: a Jew put JC in the plot!
You tryin' to cross yo' author? I am not no martyr
But if Surf was in my way, I would've walked on water!
The son of God can't son a god! Boy, I would wash yo' father!
Hell, I bet I'm the baddest White devil you ever danced with, right?
And how I been uppin' the ante (anti-)? Christ!
(Actually every line, actually every line)
See, I've written out this chapter to bring about the Rapture
Beginning with, putting this shepherd out to pasture
I let the blind flock to the sheep in wolf's clothing
Cause my stock ain't goin' nowhere: I got the GOAT pen
So fuck what you heard (herd)
It's scriptures other people have said
I know JC and these Bible versus been gettin' beaten to death
But how I execute it is dexterous, operations performed perfectly
These scrubs address me, Solomon does surgery
To open minds and a Poltergeist takes over my soul
You see the demons I channel, you can't remotely control
So push my buttons, and you'll observe a killer without a word of filler
Pure gorilla, turned into Percy Miller when I 30'd Chilla
With a pound full of strays anyone of you bitches can catch
See, you the runt, but every pup in yo' litter is trash
So bring yo' Bloque, Day', Magic, Nitty, not a single loss
These are stripes I've been rippin' off
All the Crips in yo' clique I cross
I sewed every star in your circle wit' that flag like Betsy Ross
You can feel it in my material, I'm just cut from a different cloth!
Do these messages get across?
Well, the message is, "Get a cross"
And remember to give yo' pops this message when you get across!
[Round 2: JC]
We literally gon' squash that angle
Tryin' to predict my attack cause I'm little
When judging off image alone, you technically lost a battle to a package of Skittles
Let's give that image shit a rest
Mook didn't beat you, that n***a didn't impress
In ten rounds, neither one of y'all said more than the Skittles that hit you in the chest
Mayweather versus Ricky Hatton: three weeks prep
He gotta out-write (right) me fast, but I'm not here to stalemate you
I'm ridin' wit' choppers like we Hell's Angels
And I got the piece
All black and the Dot give it a lot of reach
I promise you, every line slick
I'm not the one you chose, I'm the Chosen One, and I handle Iron better than John Wick
These days, this social media shit crazy
I noticed a lot of n***as gettin' served
It's like, soon as a n***a get live, he end up in a box wit' his words
Don't follow the trend
"But he a legend, he came up in the era wit' Da Don!"
Well, don't make me Hollow his friends!
Bitch, the .8'll burst
This is shit you can't rehearse
Who's sided?
You ridin'? He get the cap, strap to the chin: safety first
You do not wanna see my rage fully
'Cause even that strap to the chin split his shit up the middle
It looked like an un-zipped Bape hoodie
My fatigue, is doin' laps around you
I'm wired, Iron, don't try denyin'
It, will (wheel) take a professional to get these rounds off
And I'm not easy to tire, Iron
So don't hit me with some JC/Judean/Jewish/Catholic song
'Cause, according to prophecy, y'all tryin' to rebuild Rome
So go ahead...babble on (Babylon)!
I know his history better than him!
Dizaster told you what the real Jews look like, didn't he?
You thought we was gonna leave it at that?
Y'all think his people culture vultures
That shit get deeper than rap!
Black skin, afros...they actually claim a heritage and don't got the features to match!
"Jew-ish"
"I-S-H": subject, that's an adjective, meaning "somewhat"
They kinda think that they black
And now they here schemin' on rap?
No wonder why he only scheme when he rap
Bitch, I know the difference
That's why I play it close, stage the show
AKs wit' the clips laughin', we gon' see if he can take a joke
Bitch, I shouldn't even be throwin' you around the ring
You know the ropes
But don't get close, I hold the toast
The Draco (Drake) wit' the .40: they're OVO
Don't forget who you followin', 'cause them clips got the hollows in
Dome shots? Will definitely expose the wisdom of Solomon
Make his top tear (tier), and we gon' expose that wisdom that's not there
I know scripture, real Jews established peace in Israel
But every child done had a piece in Israel since y'all got there
I know you here to trade wit, but I'm not jokin'
I have nothin' for you to trade with
I changed shit
Soon as you had that shot lined up...the game glitched
You a bright thinker
But we also seen you wit' Rum: you a light drinker
Me? .45-squeezer
Even managed to get the steel (steal) from Smack (SMACK), I'm Lebron wit' the Sprite features
Every call straight up the middle, no scattered stories or allegories
I'm all about bloodshed, totally different category
These days? My whole team move different
That Bad Boy shit history, like the new Pistons
Ain't no askin' for the cops
That soft shit, we take care of they funerals, and even put "Fragile" on they box
That's what these legends fightin' for
Mt. Rushmore, is it?
Well, I'll help, 'cause ain't nobody on the current Mt. Rushmore livin'!
Every time I do a battle, I get ahead (a head) and leave wit' one
And there's gon' be a lot more when they call
And by the end of this year, I'mma have y'all Mt. Rushmore on my wall
Round 2!
[Round 2: Iron Solomon]
Yeah, original Jews were definitely not White. No one thinks that. That angle's mad corny

How can you diss Mook, and use the same angle after?
They emptied the Skittles last time, and all that's left is these candy (w)rappers
You look like you're 5'2"
And you look like you're five, too
Bro, keep it tall...no way those are the appropriate sized shoes
And I never been to the 'Yak, but somehow I can just guess
Where you buy your tees and jeans, they sell DVDs and incense
If only you were old enough to pick out your own shirts
You wouldn't have to worry 'bout that Al Capone curse
'Cause you was blessed against Chilla
I believed in you convincingly
I mean I thought JC was Jesus, too, initially
Until I seen him fade from a cornerstone to a supportin' role
We started to see the DNA in him, the more he (Maury) Showed
Performin' like some sort of ho
In the smallest rooms, a whore for dough
Facin' random dudes in the ring like a glory hole!
You know, facin' random dudes in a ring, doin' sucker shit!
Well, this time, you really have no idea who you fuckin' wit'!
We saw you beat around the bush like you never got your cherry popped
You ain't know what to do wit' Twork (twerk)
You was overwhelmed by Top
You chased pussy, just to cuddle and play footsie
You can't rumble wit' Grey Hoodie, when you struggle with A Boogies!
But this worm been ridin' Beloved nuts more than the sperm inside him
And pop heard him cryin' from his crib, but chose to Ferberize him
I got respect for it though, it's a strong method for growth
You done did what you supposed to do tryin' to get it to go
It kinda remind me of that audition you showed to Christopher Stokes
No, no, don't roll your eyes! These ain't the typical jokes
I'm takin' a different approach
How I see it, at that time, you still lived wit' ya folks
In a poverty stricken city, even the system was broke
And these days you been lookin' like you sniffin' some coke
But even then you was never built to be pitchin' no dope
But when you ran out of ways to feed ya family, you take chances
So you took the steps to try to catch your break, dancin'
And Julian, fuck the peer pressure from the fans
Puttin' your pride over your pride, is the real measure of a man
See, I'm givin' you this advice to have you livin' yo' best life
'Cause I could even kill him wit' kindness: I am dead nice
I'm so polished, I'll scrub him wit' my most potent lyrics
Then wash him wit' watered-down shit like the soap almost finished
You don't know the difference between Science and Scientology
Your story? Science fiction
At least write your bio-logically
Be who you are, son
Don't rep sets that you aren't from
Quit spittin' gun bars in venues that bar guns
You a scarecrow, ain't in the field wit' the werewolves
The only two-twos (.22s) you squeeze were air quotes
You're an imaginary gunslinger that shoots people with just fingers
Your whole style is bull, it revolves around one chamber
Hence the difference in pay when we put pen to a page
Your work applies to anyone, so you get minimum wage
Do these messages get across?
Well, the message is, "Get a cross"
And remember to give yo' pops this message when you get across

[Round 3: JC]
"Look not upon me because I am black
Because the sun hath lit upon me"
Y'all followin'?
That's not even one of my quotes, that's a song...of Solomon's
The real one, the black Jew, you got this whole spiel from
Are you gettin' me yet?
Every white man that calls himself a Jew is guilty of identify theft
Ain't no comparison
This is not for you, you are not a Jew, Aaron is Aryan
I told y'all that culture vulture shit meant nothin'
Compared to they heritage, they stole everything
Now I don't know how you were trained, but this the derailment
Every passenger burns, considerin' what y'all stole from blacks, BAOW! We gon' let the steel (steal) black in return, n***a
It went from Timberland's to Nikes, hammers to birds
Face smashed on the curb
Then I stand on it, like I'm a man of my word!
I don't give a fuck what you heard
All you seein' is the truth
I can even leave him for the proof
Iron, wouldn't black on me with Don Cheadle in a suit
I don't know what you call crazy, but this ain't sane
My whole clique take aim, I gave my Dedication to Drama, like the mixtape Wayne
I won't leave a star hangin' by his neck, like a Rich Gang chain
Of course I'm ragin'
But my head hotter than a Cali wildfire, and now the four is (forest) flamin'
Bitch, this is why I get respect
I don't chase n***as, I call 'em out, I had a whole list to check
And if takin' Aaron to school is an option, shit than this is Virginia Tech
And we got it all
You mention my name? I let a rocket off
Everything from two .23s to the little caps: mazel tov!
You cannot call yourself a rapper and become one of us
Don't even entertain that thought a little
I been noticed you snakes!
Y'all only blend in cause the art official (artificial)
This is Iron the peacekeeper against an iron piece-keeper
The same one
You tweeted about the victims of my throwaways and then became one
Now you in the plot wit' the rest, get the TEC
Lift it, he in the sky with the others
From across the room, I got it covered: that's a vision test!
Now I don't wanna hear that Iron Solomon better
Or that "One day he would probably-"
Never!
That's just his crew, inside livin', like Wakanda forever
N***a I ain't the one to look for doubt
But I'm not the one to if you lookin' for clout
Even if his smell's fishy, debates (the baits) only lead to you gettin' hooked in the mouth
And every call I make, is official shit
Straight down the middle like a Swisher rip
Even suited to take this work on the road
You feel like this yo' business? Trip!
And the totes pop
Dome shots, for every n***a you came wit': Botox
16's wit' the big caps, like the old Roc!
The original Jews were black and they still are
So how the fuck did we get from black skin wit' afros to this created look?
Well, take a look, 'cause this gon' be a Jew vs. JC story that don't make the books
I hate them lies, and you know my work in the ring
I ain't into savin' lives
You saw two of my bodies drop in the same week
And you thought you was gon' get caught wit' that same speech?
Well, they played your eyes (plagiarize)!
This a loss, so just let it breathe
And save whatever information you Jewish people do have before y'all lose power
'Cause that'll cost you everything
Iron, it is over wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen, and y'all know I wrote the shit
'Cause y'all just witnessed Solomon eulogy, my condolences

[Round 3: Iron Solomon]
That Black Panther bar in the first was TRASH
The one in the third, not any better
I guess every time he battles it really is Wakanda forever

[JC]
Trash

[Iron Solomon]
Ayo, you prolly think it's 1-1
I don't think you won one
The white boy with 2-nothing to his name ain't Nunn Nunn!
And next week, I'ma know what winnin' without a third's like
When I 20 K for two rounds, like Surf's price
K, then J, try to contend with the author
And gettin' sent to the slaughter in alphabetical order
Y'all in the worst spots a writer could dwell
Inside of a spell, where you're the only thing standin' between "I" and an "L"
And while you've been billed as a prophet? That's somethin' I can't buy
They were sold on your service until you stood in front of the rabbi
In your arrogance, you let yourself get convinced you were Heaven-sent
But 'til tonight, I don't think you truly knew what "test him" meant (testament)
Then readin' the wrong Bible, me and this fraud rivals
God versus the golden calf: I got beef wit' these false idols!
I am Moses on this mountain, comin' down to presentin' tablets
To Restore Order, I'll carve Roc(k) up with words like the Ten Commandments
That is real light
And Hitman, how y'all spreading dough on him?
He only got one bar a round like a rollin' pin
Plus he need Show wit' him to fill that one role he in
Both of them bitches switchin' off like the Olsen Twins!
A messy chore, but someone gotta get him toward the exit door
'Cause as a top-tier, they've been fuckin' up our credit score
So less is more, and you? Washed up, too...rest assured (a shore'd)
And you playin' wit' your rounds like you do it for a check, or bored (checker board)
Your cadence slowin' down, you tryin' to draw out the pace?
I can't space out my bars, all my bars outer (out of) space
Plus I was raised wit' different rules, when there was leadership in this school
Now it's teachers wit' no class, professors without principle (principal)
So whatever this nerd could teach would be better to learn from me
'Cause I graduated with honors and murder's my first degree
You see how sharp my style is (stylus) from the stage to the stream
My Palm Pilot's the only pen that translates on the screen
In the building, on cam', or at his grave when y'all grieve
Wherever the body's viewed, it's just remains to be seen!
Cause he gon' leave on a gurney
Y'all gon' need an attorney
Y'all supportin' a dead man: this is Weekend At Bernie's
You'll see son (sun) rise tomorrow, morning (mourning) his career's murder
Sad he had his status yanked from him: a real tear (tier) jerker
I'm sayin', the same JC, celebratin' on stage wit' D
Ain't gon' be poppin' bottles after takin' this pain from me
Champ, it's still a tragedy
Havin' to kill your majesty
So I'mma let you keep that crown to fill the cavity
Do these messages get across?
Well, the message is, "Get a cross"
And remember to give yo' pops this message when you get across