[Round 1: Calicoe]
I'm tryin' to teach him somethin', reach I'm dumpin'
This n***a ain't from Philly, they better go get Meek or somethin'
His own mama tell him not to trust me
I'm like Tyreek and them uncle
Don't get Smacked on this card, I'm Reloaded, tell him he can keep them punches
No buffs, we ain't never goin' through that shit again
Y'all see me buffed up on the news, y'all see me buffed up in the pen
Y'all see me buffed up e'ryday on Instagram wit' bands
So next time ain't no wastin' time we gettin' straight to throwin' hands
So who gon' make the plot?
Praise to Allah, he won't even get a chance to make salat
They find him in a vacant lot
Now we showed y'all we got hands at the event
But to be honest my daddy too old to be on that scrappin' shit
So the next n***a thinkin' it's cool to throw a punch at him, he gettin' popped in the head
I had Jakkboy wit' me? I had the drop on you then
Saw you in Sherman and Beasley put the cops on my mans
Then I saw you in Tampa Bay, I could've popped on him then
But I was ridin' hot wit' ten pints of drop on then
I've been told Smack, "Lock homie in."
So I can teach him the ropes
You strategically drop his battles just to keep him afloat
But I feel like I got the key to the vault
Cause I was there live and Tuna made you leap from a boat
Don't wanna hear lies, my shooters have you eat from a straw
Make a n***a unsee what he saw
It's been a buncha n***as in Jersey's tryin' to compete wit' a star
But shit different goin' against n***as that speak from the heart
I'm here to paint a picture
Bitch you're just a piece of the art
Chopper take a whole arm and a piece of the car
I'm tryin' to run a whole hundred you tryin' to reach for a bar
All my verses slept on, y'all just be thinkin' too hard
That's cause of you n***as
These do everything, everybody do n***as
These make a bar outta a word I never knew n***as
These Piru out the blue n***as
What part of the gang is that?
How is n***as damn near 30 and just decide to bang a set?
Some real Bloods should hop out on him, catch him and rang his neck
Cause you just chasin' clout for this, they shoot up people house for this
Ask the last fake ass battle rappers, they'll vouch for this
Shit can get real and we'll really chase you out this bitch
You wasn't born wit' that gang bangin' shit
How you n***as just wake up like, "...I wanna be a Blood...I wanna be a Crip."
That's like Bruce Jenner wakin' up like, "I wanna be a bitch."
So the gang bangers out here snatchin' old ladies purses, it gotta be a glitch
The gang bangers for the people n***a, you ain't listen to Nip'
I'm really from the D, I can teach you some shit
Meanin' I could Maserati Rick you or I can Meech you some shit
Meanin' I could see you in the crib where they gon' meet you wit' bricks
But that same crib can be a horror flick and give him a clip
Soon as he walk through the door I'm there to give him some Mitch
I'm 'Swag Surfin'' through his shit and tryin' to give him some drip
The next day his daughter sick
I done took the n***a presence (presents) I'm the Grinch
Don't look over there all my n***as on tip
That last shit got 'em paranoid all my n***as gon' trip
Cause I was at home lookin' at the tape like, "N***a why you ain't do shit?"
So they ridin', right or wrong?
Cause even if they don't scrap on the road they gotta fight at home
But wait, this chopper leave him right at home
Don't even make it to his battle
Smack thinkin' he pullin' a no call/no show, not knowin' he won't even call no mo'
Nu Jerzey Twork? What you the new Jersey, Twork?
Cause the n***as I know from Trenton say they never knew Jersey Twork
All we know is you left the Goonies tryin' to go to NWX- what you needed a new jersey, Twork?
You chokin' every battle, you just a new "Jersey" Twork
Jersey
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Fictitious
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout "six bitches"
Sig's grippin', bitch listen
They ain't come here to hear lies Cal'
They came here to see "Here lies Cal'", that's a big difference
First take
You a long way from ya birth place
Oh you mad Cal' (cow)?
Shouldn't of took this plate in the first place
Vers' fate, and I'll squeeze a can' for that Twork hate
Landslide? This diseases, famines, earthquakea
Lebron James, 'bout to leave the Land in the worst shape
Here's the format dawg, they called me 'bout Cal' I started to ignore that call
You ain't beatin' a n***a ass we saw that brawl
Y'all think he tough cause he said he'll pull my hood off?
Cool, that's all?
I'll be more impressed if you live after it, let's see if you can pull that off
I'ma let this TEC end ya life
I'm crazy in the head and all them threats get me hype
I'ma tell you one time, you touch my hoodie it's gonna be a death here tonight
That's a warnin', somethin' wrong under the hood; check engine light
I'ma bang on you, you touch me your whole family dies
Shoot ya daughter, stab ya bride, clap ya mom, in the dirt where ya daddy lies
I put Blackface right on the Drac' (Drake): 'Story Of Adidon'
Ammo finna fly
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap you in a coma!
Madness!
I could snap at any moment
Ammo finna fly, you kept provokin' me, I had nothin' but damage on my mind
Thought about takin' a blade and jam you a few times
Poke holes in Shoebox, I got an animal inside
I'm a wild n***a, I need to get my mind some relief
Yeah you popped on Brizz, but n***as couldn't try that wit' me
One punch the gun dump, you gon' die terribly
Brizz dip, Roc sat back and watched everything
I would've put somethin' hot in Roc(k) back, that's massage therapy
I'ma clap what I'm holdin'
Mag' in the holster
Drive-by errrr, speed past in a stolie
Chopper in the passenger seat, on the dash is a toaster
12 at the driver side, "Sir do you know how fast you were goin'?"
GUN BLOWIN'!
I'll hit the state, bang the set on him, spit the game
In front of Cal' (cow) holdin' up signs: that's Chik-Fil-A
I'm hooded up, you was on Twitter talkin' crazy, I wouldn't budge
Doin' all that internet bank and I'm pullin' up
Car full of Bloods
Caught him on the computer frozen, then pull the plug
Llama firin', you ain't beatin' a n***a ass, I highly doubt it
You can't punch a n***a and run out this time, you fightin' out it
You right, that's why they call this Lock Down he finally got it
You got Twork (twerk) on the ball and chain, like Miley Cyrus
I'm down wit' robbin'
...Jersey
[Round 2: Calicoe]
Any n***a, snatchin' n***a's grandma's purse is just ain't never gonna be tough to me
Cause when you make that decision, right then and there I know you ain't even got the heart to fuck wit' me
Rest in peace Sandra Worthington, what up Robin?
My grandma's really fucked wit' me
So even when I see that type of shit on the news it really fuck wit' me
I be like, I wish a n***a would
But now that I gotta look
You the n***a I always hope I catch takin' my grandma pocketbook
I can see it now, lookin' at him through the blinds as he approach on foot
My grandma out there feedin' the birds, he think he got her hooked
He walk up like, "Gimme the purse old lady."
My grandma get on some G shit like, "I mean if you got a gun let me see it."
I come out wit' two .40's he instantly jump on defense
I'm like, "This Nu Jerzey Twork I can't believe it."
Then BAOW, since that yo' shit n***a put me on the remix
I'm 'bout to make it a hit, the Drake (Drac') got a couple features
What kinda student talkin' to the teacher?
If I was in yo' position I would listen just to keep up
Remember fuckin' up my re-up
Or gettin' 10 for a battle and only puttin' a G up
Or makin' a bitch stuff a whole onion in a C cup
Y'all the n***as at the end of Paid In Full, y'all can never be us
Y'all think the trends is hella cool that's why the jealousy up
He fuck around and get his melon bust
Bitch my heart five degrees Celsius
I'll send my killer to yo' crib he'll melt yo' shit
While I'm on a plane to Europe eatin' kafila fish
I told him when I landed out in London, I was built for this
Was lookin' for Shotty wit' a shotty he can get killed for this
Culture vulture, I'm one of the n***as that helped build this shit
Nova Scotia, then I introduce y'all to the realest shit
You named yourself Twork cause you gay, bitch I'm still convinced
It's only three rappers in the world that even play like that
Now watch how I'm 'bout to drop they name in a rap
A buck 50 will give him Daylyt tat'
This n***a can't fuck wit' me, and it's gon' stay like that
Y'all gon' think A.I. back
When I drop him with three and step over him, let the MAC sing (Maxine) and give him a bald head like Overton
Now he Living Single in a box with the pastor at the podium
Two poles in the whip that I'm rollin' in
So bitch I'm here when the smoke clear like Ozium
N***as that be with the back and forth call 'em "Djokovic"
The chop' pop hit his top and U.S. Open'ing, n***a
How did y'all ever have hope for this n***a?
I'm better than him and every n***a that wrote that shit witchu
I couldn't wait for this
You battle n***as think it's cool to write each other raps, I blame Drake for this
Stomach shot
{Calicoe brings it back 7 bars}

Stomach shot, he gon' die from internal bleedin' to his pancreas
Just bought two .40's wit' the laser tip
Told cuz, "Keep them high points they the jankiest."
How did they even rank me wit' a n***a that ain't never even did shit to be on the rankings list?
A n***a that's gonna end up gettin' his shit split for thinkin' I'm playin' wit' him
I hope he don't really think I'm playin' wit' him
I'll really send the Boogie Man to get him
They'll be like, "Battle rapper found dead. But his children livin'."
Cause in my line of business we don't fuck wit' babies and women
I'm really rollin' around wit' the shadiest n***as
My cousin saw his cousin at the club and tried to pay me to kill him
I'm just puttin' you in the mind set
Yeah he rap good but I ain't lied yet
They playin' wit' flags

{Calicoe brings it back 22 bars the crowd starts to boo. Cal apologizes, tried to keep it going, the crowd boos some more and then ends his round.}

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Oh indeed
YOU might not kill babies
But in a house robbery you gon' come home to broken things
Hit ya Shoebox, even stole his weed
If the Goons hit ya mids, they gon' come back and smoke ya seed
True indeed

{The crowd does some light booing. Smack tells them to chill.}

I'ma keep it a 100, you ain't even that dope
N***as always wanna play wit' fire, but they can never breathe in that smoke
If a n***a like me tell you, "He'll kill you and write your suicide letter", leave on that note
If that was me, on stage, when you was fightin' wit' Murda
Lord knows I would've been a murder
I'm a wild n***a, I would've been on foul missions
Bigga .9, loud Smith &
And the ransom will get me wild chicken
And since you pass genetics down in him
Your son gonna be a lost n***a too; child missin'
Bigga .9, baow in him
[?], Town Bidness
Tell the goons, "Load the trucks up. We goin' Cal' (cow) tippin'."
Lead on him
I beat all the Michigan n***as without a mild (Mile) difference
And everyone face the same; like Down Syndrome
Who house is it?
I beat JC, made Marv & Quest have a poor performance
I even gave Ill MAC's (Illmac), but you 'bout to be the sorest (The Saurus), homie
I battled Stack Almighty
At one point QP was the best one in the Glove
But since I got a lazy Qleen (clean), it got swept under the rug
I should get to flarin', hot shells outta pistol barrel
Friday After Next, .380 singin', it ain't a Christmas carol
Get to airin', I even hit ya casket wit' lead

[Ace Amin]
Why you do that?

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
Thought he was layin' down and actin' dead

{Crowd starts to do some more light booing}

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
10 to 4, I see you out here wildin' witcha paper
Them jack boys (Jakkboys) come around you gon' wanna pile it up and save it
Make it uncomfortable to flex...like Tyler, The Creator
I'm showin' you rhymin'....
Jersey

[Round 3: Calicoe]
I be hoppin' on Twitter and Instagram for motivation
Cause when I see a n***a say Twork better than me, I feel like he don't even know he hatin'
I gotta show the greatness
But it don't take much to get 'em
Think Zion Williamson, they finally put him in a ring wit' a n***a that's gonna get it jumpin' wit' him
I'm Strapped In!
These battle rap n***as slogans be so capped out
Like why you strapped in anyway?
When we slide bitch you better have them straps out
I don't wanna hear nothin' about them fake ass lines about you in the trap house
I don't wanna hear none of them fake ass lines about you rippin' the MAC out
N***a without yo' imagination you won't even have nothin' to rap 'bout
How you tryin' to get into a rap bout with a n***a that do all the shit you rap 'bout?
Fuck it, I'm on a Nutty Blocc like where Geechi at
Before he made a foolish move, toolies blew
Twist his whole shit like a Rubix Cube
Twork you been runnin' for so long n***a I'm through witchu
I really got n***as outside in that alley to shoot
Raise yo' hand 'fore you speak, that's what the students do
You brought some n***as from the Goonie crew?
I'm tryin' to figure this out, I'm puttin' 2 and 2
Sticks'll fly, two fo's will turn him into one half, he gettin' simplified
I'm gonna knock him out his hood he gettin' gentrified
Turn the page, listen man you gon' learn today
That I don't give a fuck
I'll run up in yo' crib while you burnin' sage like, "Meet Negative Cal'"
You got two choices, either urn or grave
He couldn't beat the Wave
It's quite Frank, Nitty don't want the fade
Tell Clips, that's just his name
I brung a MAC and A (matinee)
Headshot, only reason they know it's Charlie is cause of the casket shape
I wonder how many shots Ave can take?
He'll be a John Doe
Find that n***a House In Virginia and leave him dyin' slow
These n***as playin' games for my throne, let me rewind though
They sayin' Lux killed me, well n***a I must be Jon Snow
.9's blow, that 4 0 point, he made the honor role
Vamanos, put mo' holes in him than Madonna clothes
These battle n***as be talkin' that money be all kinda broke
You send the cheese I'll have a pie at yo' do', "Welcome to Dominos"
These n***as don't wanna see me in Geronimo mode
I'm in Rex crib like, "Why T-Top bitch don't got on no clothes?
Why is fifteen n***as in here and ain't none of 'em [?]."
While she suckin' dick on camera wipin' nut off her nose
I cut off my foes, Top get smacked wit' the butt of the pole
They knew it was a body they already tagged his toe
They even tagged his [?]
He's so fuckin' weak he had to tag his man

{Crowd starts to boo. Smack tells the crowd to chill.}

[Calicoe]
Jersey

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I fuckin' hate y'all n***as
I should spray y'all n***as
Rob you for everything, take off wit' it
Get the shoebox, the safe, even the little stash, like Adolph Hitler
You got drugs?
Well you'll be a fool if you show 'em
Even over a minor ki (Meineke) we bringin' tools to the Motor
Drive-by, pass the crib, chrome on the thing
Heard the Cal' talkin', now I put his home on the range

{The crowd starts to boo}

{Nu Jerzey Twork yells to the crowd}
Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

{The crowd starts to cheer}

My mind vexed, let's see if he survive TECs
Next n***a say I stole the bitch purse, I'ma kill 'em the .9 Wess' (Nine West)
WHAT?!
You got punched in yo' face and took yo' glasses off
I don't even know what to say to you dawg
Takin' off the fake buffs like Sponge Bob wit' the inflatable arms
You was fuckin' up a classic
Whatchu doin' man?
Had to go and ruin things

[T-Top]
Aye, don't speak too soon king
Cause when this MAC spread it's gonna hit back heads, bald heads on the-

{The crowd starts to boo. Smack tries to calm the crowd. T-Top and Twork say they're never going to battle in Philly again and end the battle}