[Round 1: DNA]
Now that I got a tooth, let me guess, I know everythin' you 'bout to rap 'bout
You gon' tell me since I got a tooth, you gon' run up on me and knock it back out
Well this tooth gave me courage so if you act brave and try to knock it back out and all these cameras record it
Well then fuck you I'm knockin' Smack out
Now that I got a tooth, y'all gon' like my tooth
Y'all gon' love my tooth while I'm cookin' this bitch
The funny part is I didn't pay for the shit, welfare did
But Tech 9 you gon' look at this shit
Now that I got a tooth, I swear to God I'm the truth folks
So since I fixed my priorities, I can't respect him if he only come with tooth jokes
But after this battle, his fans gon' think a lot less of you
If you think you a king I can get you jacked and have your body left full of exit wounds
I say fuck the law, I could use this Nina, but I prefer deckin' you
So just know it's no game when one of these split Tech in two (Tekken 2)
They gon' have you hooked up to an ICU with a feeding tube, breathing with no oxygen
Cause from here on (heroin) I'ma show y'all it ain't dope watchin' him
But you a fan favorite, and they praise you like it's no stoppin' him
Well you like Payton Manning cause tonight you gon' lose your cult (Colt) followin'
My n***as will let it clap for a pack if the shit ain't proper
He'll get the gat, blow out ya back if that piff ain't ganja
And if you owe my n***a money they'll chop your body parts up for six damn dollars
So keep thinkin' it's all good (Goodz) until you leave without ya hands like Hitman Holla
And you never been a main event n***a, you have never got paid more than me
That's the shit that be killin' me
You only got performance
N***a, I got bars, creativity, flow and delivery
So when you run around sayin' you the URL champ and you got the belt
I'm thinkin' he [?] cause you like Manny Pacquiao, you gotta show us DNA to be the champ
The funniest shit is when you told Miles "Younamsayin'? Younamsayin'?"
What this n***a think he Smack now?
Cause at that very moment Smack should've got this n***a smacked now
I got no respect for him, you a grown man who likes wrestlin'
Probably got a picture of Stone Cold in your background
That funny shit you used to do is hot, but it's wack now
So you gon' make URL hit rock bottom, cause every time you battle you bringin' SMACK down (Smackdown)
And if you fuck up my PC, then all respect is lost
These n***as will slice ya Apple with that MAC until you sketched and chalked
Docs will have him hooked up to monitors if he expect to walk
Which means y'all gonna have to get in touch with Geek Squad to give Tech support
Whatchu need protection now? Chopper knock his section down
Hitman is so much of a fraud I can't wait for this second round
X-Factor said I'll run up on Tech 9 with a TEC-9 and give Tech nine
And that shit was hot but I was confused cause
How could he run up on Tech 9 with a TEC-9 and give Tech nine if Tech 9 ain't even the real Tech N9ne?
The real Tech N9ne is from Kansas City and sold plaques on the street
This Tech N9ne is from Philly and got plaque on his teeth
The real Tech N9ne sold albums and mixtapes in each state
This Tech N9ne works at every local Philly store makin' cheese steaks
The real Tech N9ne is an underground king that created a legacy
And you just Rick Ross cause you got hot off of somebody else's identity
And if these the fraud n***as that ridin' witchu since way back
If you a fraud like Rich Ross then that only makes them Maybach
So I'll run up on your crew at the same damn time
Y'all say I got automatics well my squad got the same damn kind
If you say I stole a n***a's name you probably steal a n***a's same damn rhyme
If that n***a sniff coke he'll probably ask for the same damn line
You a bitch, you a fraud, we ain't the same damn kind
You Tech with that TEC'll die from the same damn .9
Call Rex to get that K, give him the same damn Shine
The chopper go blocka, these n***as all dyin' at the
Same damn time!
And this round, I ain't even get personal
So in that second round it's gonna get a lot worse for you
You fuckin' fraud
[Round 1: Tech 9]
Can y'all hear me?
Well aight then
You done?
Well aight then
S.P.I. two T.A.G.E
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E
What's up NY? I'm finally back home
The king is here and I'm standin' on my throne
I normally get punks like you to hand me my wine
Fetch me my coat, this ain't a battle, this is a funeral, I'm here to engrave DNA in stone
I do my dirt dolo, can't nobody tell if you alone
To identify you, they gonna need to extract DNA from ya bones
2012 I'm here, say "goodbye" to all my clones
Cause there's only one 9 I'm in a class of my own
See I ain't down with all this talkin'
Fuck a conversation
Let's take these mics off and fight, I'm down for confrontation
I got a text, in other words that's confirmation
Black ya eyes, you gonna see so many stars it's like a constellation
DNA how old is you?
'Bout 19
That tooth was missin' for seven years, so that means you was 12 when that disappeared?
You think I'm funny, well I ain't tryin' to use tooth jokes to get no cheers
Whoever punched you, that's the hardest punchin' 12 year old I've ever seen in years
You said you that you was fightin' and you fucked the n***a up
Turned around for a second, then you got snuck
Either I'm hearin' this shit wrong or you just dumb as fuck
Cause my pop told me after the fights you always back up
If we'd have went to school together, I'd have DDT'd you, left ya head bleedin'
You would've got your face booked (Facebook) for crowdin' my space (Myspace) while I'm Tweetin'
Whatchu know about gettin' blowjobs while you eatin'?
Or puttin' duct tape over a bitch mouth for talkin'...while you speakin'?
See I'm not like all the other n***as you battled I'm a different type of thug
I'm not that sour n***a smokin' I'm a different type of drug
I'm that prometh' mixed with cocaine that Pimp C and Jimi Hendrix in the cup
Throw some money in there, there's gonna be a scrimmage in this club
I can't figure out in battles why you think you so tough
Text minute you cryin', emotional, sometimes you throw up
Ask my boys I'm insane, throwed off I go nuts
Remind you of brother man from the fifth floor the way I fo' up
Your girl like Shanaynay
She's so hostile, ugly, but got a fat ass
And I swear I love them tonsils
I gas up like, "Aye! You look like a model."
So every time she knock on my door she on her knees like Martin when he playin' Roscoe
You can say what you wanna say and it's a battle [?]
Sticks and stones won't break my bones, I got rock skin
I'm OT with that work, in other words I put that clock in
I'm on the roof somethin' like Connect 4 the way I drop them dots in
You buy your shit week to week from the block man
I buy my shit wholesale with corn shit cause I know the crop man
My lawyer a beast in the courts, I'm like, "Goddamn"
I could punch a cop in his mouth and get community service pickin' up rock sand
Do my two hours and later on that night meet up with 'Roxanne'
Turn on that red light, fuck her 'til her coochie Sting and that's a hot jam
All that gangsta shit you talkin'; stop fam'
That's gon make me yell to my boys "Wild Out!" like a Lox fan
You said your lawyer was good, he 'bout that work
But every time I turn around you back in jail, you got that T.I. curse
Before you take your gun off ya belt, I'ma squeeze mine first
Two people died, but you'll think one person died with a nickname the way I kill his grandmom and get this G mom murked
[Round 2: DNA]
Y'all wanna know what got me mad?
That slogan "body bag"
Cause everybody that you said that you body bagged was already in a body bag
Lux puts Miles in a body bag, Miles put Rich in a body bag
2Much put X in a body bag
So if everybody you body bagged was already in a body bag then who did you really body bag?
Big T almost killed me but I jumped out the body bag
With more kicks than a karate class, a night stick and a Jabbawockeez mask
Real killers don't use evidence so what's all with the body bag?
All Smack's name is Mr. Classic n***a, not Body Bag
On my resume got four classics, one body bag
On your resume got no classics, no body bags
Know the fans wonderin' why I keep usin' slogan "body bags"
Cause I just put that slogan "body bags" in a body bag
Now how the fuck you from Philly and got the blow and supposed to have the fiends itchin'
If you a Muslim that can't eat pork and your government name is Akhiym Mickens?
Akhiym, if I get the word you movin' bud and got mean piff
Since these n***as Giants when that metal lands (Meadowlands) they'll be takin' all of Akhiym's (Hakeem's ) Nicks
Akhiym, if I get the word you movin' crack ya body'll be dead on the crime scene
So for thinkin' you movin' that rock like Rock like Olajuwon you must've been high 'Keem (Hakeem)
Akhiym, if I see you overseas with [?] with green tryin' to get that green
These n***as will hit you semi when you Coming To America like Prince Akeem
Now I can keep tellin' y'all about Akhiym and Akhiym's crew
But I'd rather tell y'all some real shit that Akhiym do
Like last week I was researchin' for the battle, you know I was on Google, so I started clickin'
I found this n***a's wack ass Soundcloud page, you know me bein' the humble n***a I am I tried to give the shit a listen
After ten seconds his music was wack, I cut it off to listen to somethin' different
And that's when I seen a link for a Philadelphia rap sheet and guess who's name was on it; Akhiym Mickens
Akhiym Mickens? Now that must be some crazy shit
Cause when I scrolled down it said your age was 25 and your date of birth was 10-27-86
So I'm thinkin' it's Tech 9 the gangsta rapper, the n***a that put in work
He prolly did a homi that he ain't want us all to see
Or he prolly went and stabbed some n***as up and poked 'em so on the block he can be called a G
But when I keep scrollin' down you proved that you more of a fraud to me
Cause Tech 9, yes Tech 9 the so called gangsta rapper got arrested for altered writing and forgery
You are a fuckin' fraud and as stupid as stupid gets
But if y'all don't believe me then I'ma tell y'all the truth on how to Google it
When you go home tonight type A.K.H.I.Y.M. M.I.C.K.E.N.S. then press "search" you'll see Soundcloud music he uploaded for the past weeks
Skip that, all that music's wack, then go the Philadelphia rap sheet
And when y'all get there, I guarantee y'all will be applaudin' me
Cause Tech 9, yes Tech 9, the so called gangsta rapper got arrested for altered writing and forgery
Now in URL that's a charge we can't respect man
So it just proves that you a bitch that's good at bein' everybody but them self, you Mystique from X-Men
And real n***as in the hood can't support the felony
Cause you the opposite of Matt Damon, you'd rather impersonate than use your born identity (Borne Identity)
It's round two and I got 85% personal
But in that third round it's back to bars, this shit gon' get a lot worse for you
[Round 2: Tech 9]
S.P.I. two T.A.G.E
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E
You've been on Grind Time, Time Is Money, King Of The Dot, every battle league in the fuckin' book
Which means you a fence jumper, but I'm surrounded by barb wire that'll catch ya foot
While you hangin' upside down from the gate, I lean my head with that special look
And have red all over this noodle I get spaghetti cooked
I'll pull a blade on n***as I machete crooks
Cookin' cake like Crocker I got that Betty book
I come at you sideways or straight through ya chest, like a fuckin' rook
Cause after I spit this sixteen here come the fuckin' hooks
Wayne Ave, Tech 9, T wit' a cap
Some call me Capitol
DNA, what's the code to the safe, don't make me mad at you
Gun butts to the head or I can just keep smackin' you
Or I can just duct tape Charlie Clips, for collateral
I rap fire- he ain't even come
I rap fire and spit lighter fluid that's flammable
Best game plan in the business, I can handle you
That freestylin' shit ain't gonna be good (Goodz) cause I'm The Animal
You ride around gettin' taped on n***as cause wit' the camera crew
Rare criminal, automatics I let 'em all go
Cops lookin' for me and I'm around everybody I'm like Waldo
If I'm backin' up on ya block sang that song slow
Guns New Edition so you can't 'Stand The Rain' that AR blow
Big time drug dealer; Alpo
I'm shootin' out the trunk of the car just like Malvo
Clap n***as, round of applause, I'm yellin' "bravo"
The magazine keep on flickin' here come the slideshow
I've been fallin' back, lettin' n***as get they shit off
Now it's time to shine on you n***as
If you rap and you wack I'ma ask the crowd to yell "time" on you n***as
Y'all irk me, annoy me, that's why I rhyme wit' the liquor
DNA, I'ma man, you'se a boy, you prolly still get the hiccups
I thought I told y'all, n***as know I don't lolligag
But fuck it, let's get straight to the motherfuckin' body bag
X-Factor: body bag!
Yung Ill: body bag!
Big T put your body bag in a body bag
Big T, let me explain somethin' you fat fuck
You battlin' these Neon n***as I'm a Mack truck
I don't gotta talk about how I let the MAC bust
Cause I'll throw some Pacquiao jabs into that fat gut
Go 'head, act up
I've been waitin' to give ya jaw work
Ass whoopings come in all different flavors it's like a Starburst
Too make sure you piss in your pants I shoot the wall first
That Shotgun only got one shot, he better call Surf
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
You big teddy bear, guppies can't swim with the sharks, this a small surf
I ain't leavin' nobody behind I get 'em all hurt
Them yellow bananas [?]
Shots fired, when you walk out the crib you better crawl first
Money in my pocket they thinkin' I hit the jackpot
Ridin' dirty you'll never find nothin', I got the stash spots
Rock band, ride with the team, I'm talkin' Matchbox
Young bulls that stomp yo' ass out that Philly flash mob
Diamonds, aqua blue, that Listerine stuff
We get caught we don't say shit that Mr. Bean stuff
Had my youngins pickin' up shells before the D's comin'
Hot headed rappers, they see me and then they freeze up
N***a what?!
Show me one of your best move
I've been doin' this battle rap shit since House Party and Krush Groove
Wire ya jaw, all you eat is applesauce and crushed food
I hang with the same n***as I grew up wit' cause I don't trust dudes
N***a
Body bag!

[Round 3: DNA]
Now there's been some shit that I'm tryin' to figure out, time and time again
Oh what n***a would name himself "9" instead of "10"?
But since you like nine, the minute I see you try to take what's ours
Will be the second these n***as spray clips
They'll put four in him and turn 9 to 5 like a day shift
You better watch or get clocked when I slaughter ya men
Cause I put both hands on .9 like it's a quarter to 10:00
Ya rhymes are put together all over the place, you don't design ya schemes
That's why you never get to the point 9 like a dime of green
But if I catch you in that 6, tryin' to drive and ride with sluts
I'll hit and flip it over since you like that number 9 so much
This cat pussy, my n***as will kill 9 nine times for thinkin' he got nine lives
Ironic, when the cops came they said it was odd the way 9 died
How the fuck is your name "Tech 9" but you ain't shootin' well?
Better yet, how the fuck is ya name Tech 9 but you need help from every other gun name in URL
Like for instance, when y'all think him vs Charlie'll be a classic, I don't respect the shit
Cause if you all know guns here's a heavy tip
Without a Clip a Tech (TEC) will never spit
Or what about when y'all say he'll kill Hollow?
I'm like "Hell no, you need better proof."
Cause if you all guns, a Tech (TEC) without a bullet will never shoot
So if y'all follow shit, that means Tech (TEC) needs a Hollow to shoot, now that's a Hollow tip
Alls y'all wonder why he never battled Calicoe, it wasn't cause he wasn't a good challenger
It's cause a Calicoe and a Tech (TEC) are both fire arms but a Calicoe is a higher caliber
Suge is from Jersey, he'll probably do this man greasy
So of course I'll fuck with a Shotgun over a Tech (TEC), they jam easy
Now all you do is just joke and perform
Real rappers like us ain't seein' it like-
Real rappers like us-

{Crowd loses their shit over this stumble for some reason and Smack has to ask them to "hold it down"}

Real rappers ain't seein' it as odd, so that only shows that you chocolate drop
Just a battle rapper who's a comedian at heart
Now y'all remember that phone conversation me, Tech, Beasley and Smack had?
When you said you was a grown man and I was a kid? I thought that was fuckin' silly
Cause you from Philly and you look up to a Kid who runs your fuckin' city
Now think about it for a second, then question, "Does he even fuck with Gilly?
Meek Milly, Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Gunz, I don't see you on tracks with none of 'em cuz
It looks like everybody that's famous in Philly don't be showin' you no brotherly love
Now I know, now I know everybody's wonderin'
"Why the fuck would DNA drop a blog about his tooth before the battle instead of just waitin' until today?"
But honestly I tried, but to be honest wit' y'all some people ruined the element of surprise
Now this ain't a diss and I don't wanna get URL mad
But the only people that I told that I had a tooth was the URL staff
The information got leaked out, I got tight, it was the shit I was ready to say
But I reverted back to the Yung Ill battle and realized that I shouldn't have told no one at the end of the day
Now movin' right along I'm still the truth n***a
And let's be honest Tech, n***as ain't come to this battle for me or you, they came for my tooth n***a
So before I finish wildin' out and put Tech in a bag
I'ma talk to my old tooth cause all this talk about my old tooth gettin' mad
"What's up old tooth? N***a where you been?
The last time I seen you you got knocked down the block
I mean if you would've came back sooner I mean shit, you could've had ya spot
But for the last six years you was never wit' me and I mean honestly I'm tight you just decided to come back cause I had to waste 750
I mean I'm mad at you old tooth, you let a lot of n***as disrespect me
If you was here I would've never lost, Yung Ill would've never Duane Reade and got that dental floss
X-Factor and Quest Mcody would've never had the authority
To sit there for a third round and tell me about my priorities
I had daydreams about you tooth
I had nightmares about you tooth
Everywhere I went I thought I would see you
But since I got my new tooth and you my old tooth I'ma be honest, I don't need you
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here and if y'all know my slogan
Get Tech 9 and this old tooth the fuck outta here

{DNA throws his old tooth into the crowd}

[Round 3: Tech 9]
Can y'all hear me?
Well aight then
You done?
Well aight then
S.P.I. two T.A.G.E
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne A.V.E
Before I start this third round and we get back to it
I'd like to say rest in peace to Don Cornelius and Whitney Houston
Cause outside of this suicide case and the drugs Whitney was usin'
They did a lot of positive, powerful things for black music
Moment of silence
....
Now let me get back to this violence
Number battle rapper guns, well I got that M-16 that sound like a chainsaw growlin'
I barely finished high school, wasn't even thinkin' 'bout college
Fell in love with money and drugs, had a thing for them prize
I rap real life shit, I talk real life bars
N***as will follow you to your crib and kill you before you park
City of Killadel' n***as get murdered where I'm from
Where it's better to have it and not need it than to get caught without one
You know how awkward it feel pickin' ya daughter up from daycare strapped?
When your shirt raise up by accident and your daughter say "What's that?"
I almost cried when I lied all I'm speakin' is facts
I'll be damned if my mother's gon' bury another child, it's a lot of meanin' in that
'Once Again It's On' that Hov and Sigel track
This is a marathon, you start off fast and you wheezin' in the back
Catch a battle rapper back stage and leave him bleedin' in the back
Tucked a knife in my pocket then order some Cognac
You new battle rappers sprint for fame and get some change
Battle a top n***a then choke on stage
I'm from the era of Street Fighter and Streets Of Rage
Where we battled at the Chinese store to make our name
All this Twitter and social media done watered this shit down
One round battles?
If Spittage was alive he would've went 106 rounds
For $1,500 a n***a will stop whatever he doin' and pick up a pen now?
Well Smack, I'm startin' to get pissed now
Every time you say, "Get him the fuck outta here", pay homage to the man right here
Cause I used it for the moment, you stole it then started your career
Monkey see, monkey do, that's the one right there
Since you like to air my shit, then bite it, you disqualified, I'm knockin' Tyson out like Holyfield
They say I'ma battle a n***a from Queens and I thought about Nas
I thought about 50 Cent, shit even Hollow Don
I got a text from Beasley that read, "DNA in March?"
I looked, slammed my iPhone down like, "What the fuck is goin' on?"
DNA, you ugly as fuck, I just might say
I say ignorant shit like, "Fuck you. Eat a dick. Have a nice day."
This why I tell everybody in the world you lightweight
Cause this battle was light when Michael Jordan played in Utah
Karl Malone might've had the home court advantage but everybody came here to see Mike play
Listen boy...now I'ma freestyle champ, so I'ma do the freestyle shit
I'ma rap and punch you

{chokes}

Nah, nah, nah, nah I'm ya uncle
Listen n***a, listen n***a

{Crowd starts jeering Tech 9}

I'm ya uncle so y'all know I got that raw base
I send my nephew to the store to get more plates
Razor blades, more plates
Razor blades, more plates
I turn the block into a morgue place
I give him 30 out the long face
Get him the fuck outta here n***a!
Body bag