[Round 1: Joe]
Yo, y’hear me? We good? We good?
Richmond, what up? We good!?
I said, leading up to this battle, you had a lot to say
Bitch, you ‘bout to die today!
Play wit’ me, a Glock’ll spray
I’ll put a grip to the back of NuBorn (newborn) head like I’m holdin’ a baby the proper way!
You’ll get drug ‘til you see the light
I gave him a ounce of hope
Double-barrel, so the (soda) pop comin’ out clear like the fountain broke
Dome shot!
I ice cats, just to sum it (summit) up like a mountain slope
Oh, the vet get a shot?
Well, dog gotta flee (flea) if I pull somethin’ out the coat
I’m ‘bout to smoke
I was on the bus with somethin’ tucked, thе large heater
A fuckin’ Bulldog, on thе Greyhound: I’m a dog breeder
Now I’ll admit you can spit, but you arrogant, thinkin’ you a lot better
So for that, it’s good riddance (writtens) to a primadonna (Madonna) like a Pac letter
The Glock stretch him
Lonzo: he felt the pops’ pressure
A shot soared (sword) across his chest like Brock Lesnar!
Brand-new Desert Eagle, out the box
I picked it up right away so it’s not confusin’
And took the plastic off the bird nose: I’m tryna stop pollution
Or I can pick up the old pistol, shot through the vertebrae
Up wit’ the murder rate
No bullshit, this Jordan on the Wizards: you gotta deal wit’ the rusty .38
Which reminds me, you lost your Shine, and your hype, man: you got Rex’s vision
I’m the next to kill him
A chopper come out the back, give him extra wisdom
Or I can make him a special victim, wit’ a long blade
From across the room spear it (spirit) through the body like an exorcism!
I know your kind, you chase all these big-name battles just tryna get notarized
Ain’t you face, like, half of Writer’s Bloque?
Yeah, then it was chokin’ time
They left you immobilized
You get the point? When you go against the Bloque (block), you ‘posed to rise (posterize)
Dopest Minds, we punch on the way to the punch
I don’t got filler
I’m a setup GOAT...like Pac’s killer
Fuck you and who rock wit’ ya
I’ll prove you’re not killas
You’ll see blood runnin’ down chins like Godzilla
But he beatin’ me? I’m not impressed
He’ll be scared of what’s in the shotgun like a driver’s test
Or put two .5s in the air: “I confess!”
Annabelle: if this little bitch toy wit’ me, he’ll die from what I possess
I’m the best
Get rocked wit’ fists!
Ironic if I steal on you, I’ll (k)not your shit
Wait, let me guess, he came with some race angles - stop it, bitch
I’m white and bear arms: we polar opposites
All them long tales (tails) ‘bout you dumpin’? Croc(k) of shit!
I’ll let a bullet zoom into your face like I cropped the pic
Mini Wesson tucked, the handle taped like a hockey stick
I’mma pop...and raise this black baby like I adopted it!
I’ll make your chest (Chess) open up wit’ a round like, “We still Cakin’ the fuck up”
A whole team links wit’ the stick, like we makin’ a nunchuck
Makin’ the gun bust
Tempur-Pedic mattress: if we get it jumpin’ on this side, you ain’t wakin’ the fuck up!
The fuck’s up!?
The chop’ loaded
That’s a auto tuned (AutoTune) wit’ 16s like a Future verse
Walk up, I’ll (aisle) pop up wit’ the blazer like a suit in church
A few disperse
Reach for yours, we shootin’ first
So move a muscle, we start clappin’: Mr. Universe!
These rappers love talkin’ ‘bout their silencers
I’d rather let the shit go “BOW!”
The gun made a ultra sound (ultrasound): I bet NuBorn (newborn) get the picture now!
STOP PLAYIN’ WIT’ ME, dawg!
Let’s go!
STOP PLAYIN’ WIT’ ME, dawg!
BOW! A body shot’ll have this lil’ bitch delirious!
The bullet hit Born dead in the stomach like a miscarraige
I’m the sickest, period
Dopest Minds, man
[Round 1: Born]
First SMACK back, I got a wigger to back-smack!
I said, damn, Smack, we finally locked an agreement
So many games played, I feel like I unlocked an achievement
Y’all gave me a wigger who just copies elite pens
So watch how Money bags (Bagz) a white boy if it’s a Homi you seekin’!
He’ll get severed (Sevah) tryna hop in the deep end
He gave up his privilege tryna play wit’ the n***as
His mommy is weepin’
I’ll try and get stupid foul like I’m sloppy on defense
Have this bitch sweatin’ under arms: shoulda got wit’ the Secret!
I threw the gloves on first, I won't get knocked in the precinct
'Cause any prints (Prince) on scene, I'm assed out, so I caught this body in sequence (sequins)
Guardians of the Galaxy, you probably seen it
I got a ego wit' the Quill, but still, call me a coon and the Rocket is speakin'
It's Friday!? Who still (steal) boxes on the block for no reason?
He'll pucker up for the Glock when I'm squeezin'
Watch a Kiss Land, 'cause the shit he Live For get him shot by the weekend (Weeknd)!
In the spot wit' the heathens
All I see is rapid-eye movement - they not even sleepin'
This your last breath, see you inhale (in Hell): they not even demons
These choppers brand-new: Born not even teethin'!
Everybody is bleedin', so if y'all flex hard, we let large TECs off
Then leave your n***as lyin' (lion) on each side like a Cortez bar
Nasty!
I blast heat 'til your core just gone
'Cause catchin' battery's dead, pussy: the toy left on
The plastic came wit' a body like toy sex dolls
He won't turn his head in a room if he feel a crook in it
'Cause this the one you saw next (sore necks)...nah!
Boy, step wrong
Leavin' J low (J. Lo) in the plot ain't enough, so we shootin' The Boy Next Door
Slugs tore Teflon
Five .9s (5'9") killin' Joe right in his tracks: that's Royce next song!
The choice is yours
Hatin' 'cause I pull wins
Yu-Gi-Oh!: you wanted a monster on the card, it's a duel, then
You got a style I perfected, that's a full sin
Believin' in Magic must've gave that Clone confidence in that bull pen (Bullpen)
Listen, you might have fooled them wit' that cookie-cutter flow
That style 50 percent mine, 50 percent Trump and coke
Abused in your PGs, all outta your comfort zone
We was forced to (foster) care
Lil' n***a, you shoulda run from Holmz' (homes)
I said, listen, every sign, it's a coffin (coughin') 'cause of the stuff he knows (stuffy nose)
It's all Gucci 'til he get out the bars, then you realize he just a fuckin' clone
N***a, I'm in hunter mode
A brain aneurysm couldn't change the undertone
I see your redneck family, I up the chrome
Killmonger: thinkin' his heart shaped for the fire'll get his cousins thrown (throne)!
'Cause you know, he burned the herb to get his cousin's throne?
You fuckin' colonizer, banana let 100 load
But the magazine keep droppin' 'cause the gun is old
So I'm tapin' clips on a mini chopper like a custom drone!
Or we could fight if you want it, though
Gloves is on
Get his teeth broke between naps like a busted comb!
I said, this shit wasn't close
That's why Joe got a stray bullet
Gone since SMACK trashed my Lotta Zay footage
Revamp that
N***a, if you got a 'K, pull it
Suppressor - doot-doot-do-do-doot
You barely hear the rounds like my Lotta Zay footage!
On some real shit, you gettin' killed, bitch
One round down, you got two more to deal wit'
It's alright, y'all ain't gotta fuck wit' me - the bars fire!
The bars fire!

[Round 2: Joe]
I said, my last battle- we good?
My last battle...I ain't really give a fuck
I know that sounds wack
But we couldn't agree on a price
And yeah, it's nice to be on SMACK
But preppin' my best three rounds for next to no money? Non-facts
I coulda got Franchise tagged, but I held out for a better contract
So now I gotta face this little fuck
Of course, mad typical
They said, "Rap (wrap) circles around NuBorn next (newborn necks): ambilical!"
Come on!
We all ridin', strapped wit' the metal up top like a forklift
Headshot, get buried (Berry) wit' your top missin' like Swordfish
War shit! Long clip!
50 in the magazine like the Forbes list
Now what the fuck can he do wit' me!?
Stomach shot, 'til his little body bends (Benz): C250!
BOW! Left his head smokin'
.45 in the face...like Greg Oden
Shit was traumatizin'
New .40, ad(d) in the clip like I monetized it
...and let that go like I don't mind it
Gimme at least a foot, or lose one
I like to work in space: it's not rocket science
These new rappers hatin' Joe, but as far as greatness go, I defined it
And I'm not joinin' y'all battle rap groups, I'm not a sidekick
It's me, stranded, wit' fire writtens: I'm on an island
But shout-out to the new class...
FUCK THAT! I'll COLUMBINE it!
Let's go! Now we go!
I'm out the trenches wit' it! Real reckless wit' it!
Catch Born drivin' his whip, send the car flyin' when extensions hit it!
Zeke Elliott: soon as I hit that bitch, the whole suspension lifted!
If I whip-
Yeah! Fuck are you talkin' 'bout!?
If I whip a piece, your boy finna skate
Uncle Phil comin' home to the pool party: I'll pop a toy off the waist!
You'll be gone in seconds
Get too close, I'mma draw the weapon
Gordon Hayward: white boy snappin' off the jump if you move one foot in the wrong direction!
I came to war to (water) get the biggest body: Pacific Ocean
Chest shot, his heart wasn't in it: he havin' mixed emotions
AKs, .40s, Glocks, I made a big commotion
Bullets climbin' up the ladder: they got a big promotion!
You not listenin'!?
Shots hittin' him!
Or he can see the end of the tunnel, and the light glistenin'
The doctors said, "Born...stay woke!"
He died ignorant!
All them lines about the TECs you dump?
In real life, this ain't the kinda wreck you want
Fendi belt: you go through hoops just to put on an F'in' front!
You a light target
If I see your bitch, I might spark it
Or a gun-butt - (*smack*) - crack her (cracker) wit' a mean handle: White Chocolate!
I'm DEAD NICE, Born!
New .38, I'm the first one to let it go like I don't want it
69 wit' a bitch: yeah, my nose got a body on it
Who you came wit'? YTG?
Ain't none of y'all killers
I'mma run through the Tape, with arms up, like marathon winners
Tell that preachin'-ass white boy, A. Ward, fuckin' wit' me is suicide
I'll stomp that fruit and serve him up as Communion wine
Grip the strap, find Mickey Factz, blast heat
Then I'm droppin' Mike (mic) wit' the Sig (cig'): Obama's last speech!
Dopest Minds...bitch!
[Round 2: Born]
I ain't gon' lie, Joe
You white as fuck... (Facts)
I mean, yo' whiteness a whole trigger
I mean, yeah, I got A. Ward and Mike P on my team, but you...but you whiter than those n***as
You so white you think NASCAR is either the greatest
Or hope monster truck rallies completely replace it
Your school shooter uniform? Under Armour, complete with some K-Swiss
And your definition of usin' SMACK in a trailer is just a week with your neighbors
I'm a hundred percent guaranteed he's a racist
He thinks Trump is a much-needed replacement
Mad 'cause his father won't let him get the keys to the slave ship
OK, I'm jokin', he ain't white trash
I mean, his parents be leavin' him faces
It makes sense he get chicken, but it's so unseasoned and tasteless
Yeah, I said, I'll reach for the waist quick
That '70s Show: soon as you see the .4, man (Foreman), hide (Hyde) deep in the basement
Tell your people to face it
I'll pack and follow suit case (suitcase) they start trippin': I need a vacation!
Can coons, the plan doomed, you'll sleep in a grave pit
The Smith got several bodies: it be in the Matrix!
Now that was fire, but keep to the basics
You'll be the One savior get dodgin' the machines like you be in the Matrix
Now that was fire, too, but I don't believe in the fake shit
I mean, his aura cool (Oracle), but the arc a TEC (Architect) has put his face on the screen like he be in the Matrix!
I just Revamped three for the haters!
That's a fuckin' Trinity, like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix!
Yeah! YEAH!
I keep the ratchet on me, in case he speak for a basis
'Cause I forced the ratchet down my pants like I'm bein' a rapist
It's needless to say this, but I hope there's no thugs reppin' him
'Cause he a pussy wit' such selfishness
First he backed out cryin' 'cause the Chilla scrub deaded him
Then P wack ass gave him a hug helpin' him!
The reason was faulty, and for bein' so salty, I should let a slug melt in him
Yeah, I bet he felt it then
In a car all set to leave
Large TEC'll squeeze
Extensions, plug in his whip like...shiiiit, that's all Teslas need!
I said, y'all let him leave
Rap expose the bitch in n***as' genes (jeans) like the song "Headphanie"
We both named Joe, but you had the privilege of your ancestry
I was Black and poor, repped the streets, only a .4 protectin' me
You came up dissin' Franchise...
Well, I came up disenfranchised
He could never fuck wit' Born Legacy!
I said, but you let this corn step to me? After backin' out, but won't take blame?
And still threw money back on the card like a bank claim?
You know he my son, right?
His name was Lil Joe before the stage came
Yeah, we got the same name
But keep it, ho
I mean it, though, 'cause Joseph is my slave name
I said, chopper stay strapped, take aim
You still strivin'? A single hit poppin' ASAP: that's "Plain Jane"
A bunch of big caps for your circle: that's Cave Gang!
It'll be a fif' around your neck: that's Drake chain!
Wait, lemme maintain, we gon' change lanes
N***a, you look like the offensive coach for every single college football team in America
No, no, n***a, you look like every single cop sittin' right now at any Krispy Kreme in America
No, n***a, you look like the janitor for every single high school that needs to be cleaned in America
No, n***a, you look like the redneck drunk uncle of every single white teen in America!
I see what you sellin' us, I'm not pressed
So this the part where I look in the camera like, "Who got next?"
Time, n***a

[Round 3: Joe]
I saw your little fightin' video
I ain't gon' lie, bro...you kinda did your thing
You lucky that wasn't me
The shit wouldn't happen how you think
We could bet whatever on it, I do damage when I swing
Think Jimi Hendrix: put a band up, I'll have your teeth hangin' by a string
But here's the thing-
Yeah, crazy
But here's the thing: when I saw the fight, I was proud of you, bro
Nah, I'm not jokin'
'Til he put you in a fuckin' headlock...
Is there any footage of you not chokin'?

[Born]
I like that
That was hot

[Joe]
You know what else I noticed?
You slander white people all day on Facebook, typin' in your little hate blog
But you're on the same team as Mike P, which to me exposes a great flaw
It's like you're usin' him to get your name on
But what happens when his career takes a straight fall?
Well, then it's Chinese food, chopsticks
I know you two wouldn't (wooden) stick together
It's not hard to pick up on the fake, dog
But aye-
I'm DEAD NICE!
No gun bars this round!
But aye, dog, you got a corny-ass fanbase
It's kinda like you invented the stan
'Cause even when you lose battles, y'all correlate together like, "Nah, nah, he gon' get it on cam'"
You battled for all these years, and still ain't conditioned to a certain degree, and it's sad
'Cause when you can't heat up in the room, it's cool
They create artificial wins (winds) for you when you vent through the fans
Damn, these people really think that bro stays winnin'
His fans think Born is Bron...but y'all are oh (R-O)-so different!
'Cause your career is a actual joke
Like, what the fuck happened, bro?
You had Loaded Lux and Calicoe
Now eight years later, you gotta battle Joe?
The opportunities you were given, you shoulda never had to struggle
You coulda been a star, pushed your music, been a Freshman on the cover
You fucked up battle after battle, and they still said, "Give the man another."
We saw NuBorn (newborn) throw it away, like Brenda was your mother!
I'm NICE, ya feel me!?
I had less battles in my life than you had last year
How could you ignore the shit?
And you wonder why it's me who you warrin' with?
I'll tell you: 'cause some people are just born for this
And some people are just Born for this!
I climbed the ranks, took the hard way
I got to this stage without the help
Fallin' asleep while you're drivin': yeah, I got to SMACK myself
But let him tell it, it's the fact that I'm white that got me winnin'
That's why you were no competition
'Cause all that black-and-white is a cover for what's in your composition
Did you take notes? I'm not the one to spar wit'
'Cause if you just read (red) the lines, you'd lose by a bigger margin
And y'all know I hate takin' angles, but bitches like him make me do it
They're scared to get burned off the lines, so they drag race into it!
Keep up wit' me!
I thought you were smarter than that
You sat out for four years, longer for SMACK
So after this battle, when you wonder why they're not callin' you back
They didn't have interest, wouldn't co-sign, and I Credit Karma for that
I had to talk to him
Boy, I got the Dopest Mind!
And you must be on dope or lines if you think your dopest lines as dope as mine!
Time!
Thank y'all, 'preciate it

[Round 3: Born]
I said, it's crunch time
So I'mma do what I do best...punchlines
Why you gave me this dummy?
He'll get slain in a hurry
Wit' a weapon long-range
Metal arm swing, so he know when a (Winter) Soldier got the thing gettin' Bucky
I said, I been here for years, the game didn't love me
So Snicker if you want, but shit, I ain't the same when I'm hungry
Lame, it gets ugly, for your brave squad
Barrel down the middle - who gon' take charge?
Your whole cast get (casket) put in the dirt: this a graveyard!
Or they gettin' paid off
You'll get a quick assist off a Cliff like State Farm
Yeah, them n***as stab you in the back if the cake long
It's like the movie Kingsman: that Golden Circle ain't nothin' but a fake Bond!
Look-
Oh, y'all ain't seen Kingsman? Yeah
Nothin' but a fake Bond
Look, when the .8 palmed, dependin' on the Views, when it sing, it get sent to mentals (sentimental) like a Drake song
Now that was fire, but this is God's Plan
Better hang on
It's Scary Hours, but the feature sound "Walk It like I Talk It", so you know this ain't a Drake song!
Tell your Migos they should take off (Takeoff)
Who you beefin' wit', tyke?
Get pistol-whipped 'til your head leakin' tonight
The handle got a body on it, like when the bars become the front seat on a bike!
Come on, that was crazy
You agree wit' his type, despite him tryna sneak in this life?
Well, every step'll leave a corn hurtin': this sneaker is tight
He wanna be Born so bad, I ain't believin' the hype
Ironic Joe jack son (Jackson) name, but still gettin' beat on the mic (Mike)!
I say, you seein' this, right?
Everybody on the surface knows
Smack got me jumpin' through hoops for bookin' circus shows
Bein' a clown on URL is a worthless goal
I'm like a sneakerhead: every classic kick worth money, but never sold a sole (soul)
You got the hardest flow!
I mean, "Shavin' wit' the serial (cereal) like you late for work" was cold
But what's the purpose, though?
We really got guns on deck, and we be servin' blow
Cash in the cellar, plus the stash in the dresser
I'm pushin' ki's (keys) in drawers like I work from home!
I said, burst the chrome
You'll see your Future Flash like Savitar
Battle scars
Wit' the can', I'll (canal) barge through the center like Panama
That's your squad? I'm shootin' half of y'all
Wit' this big bitch I'll pull here (hair) like a fight between ratchet broads!
I said, I'm unseen, down on one knee, clappin' off
N***as scared while I bend and (bendin') air like the Avatar!
Your raps is nah, they be hypin' average bars
N***as fishy, eggin' on a cracker like caviar!
Faggot fraud!
Even if you and your miss carry (miscarry), you ain't stoppin' Born
This cap (Kaep') take a knee? It's bad for business - ask Papa John's
This bitch was cryin' online 'cause Chilla blocked his calls
It was a Saga on the 'Net...and he wasn't even watchin' porn!
I said, Glocks is drawn, these lasers lockin' on
It'll put a nerd in the skies (disguise): welcome to Comic-Con!
Now that was fire, but I'm Deadpool masked up if the drama on
The #1 issue? The magazine stay in the plastic: welcome to Comic-Con!
Revamps, n***a!
I said, everybody got it wrong
N***a, this the final score
Exactly - you 0 for 3, the reason why this 30 is the final score
Keep talkin' and your face gettin' shot for sure
'Cause this Desert, n***a, workin' his grill like the ahki store!
Them punchlines you got? I fathered yours!
Listen, boy! Low-key (Loki) they asked for the return like God of War!
Woo-hoo!
I don't even know why they got involved
They played it like we equal
Staged it for the people
They say I couldn't beat you
Now NuBorn (newborn) stretchin' a pussy out
You couldn't save him wit' some kegels!
I said, he dyin' tonight, so the grave is where they leave you
Spoiler alert - (*sshh*) - the Black guy makes it to the sequel!
So face it still or face the steel!
The love is love, but the (hate is real!)
Time, n***a!
Let's go