[Round 1: Don Marino]
Eazy gonna talk to Don...how he murk shit
On the Philly corners wit' a firm grip
Bitch, please, your only appeal (pill) is a Perc' flip
You're known for one angle, and this who I should be concerned with?
I know exactly where Eazy goin'
That's why you wasn't too hard to work with
I spar with the guys that you worship - DNA, Shine
My brothers lethal
Gave me some pointers to get to another sequel
Soon as the X (ex) got the call Block, I was ready to see other people
Mira, amigo
You're losing your spot
Andy goin' to college: you gettin' put in a box
Grand Theft Auto: the first levеl is easy (Eazy)
I just gotta cruise through the Block!
But lеt's stop 'cause y'all fired my mans
Clean cut: Neosporin
I felt 'So Sick' like one of Ne-Yo's chorus'
Y'all didn't think I was a street star (Streetstar), just somethin' Chino ordered
Then y'all bashed my Latin brother 'cause he supported
Norbes took a shot wit' DM, and it wasn't the first time he got beat up for it
Madness!
'Cause you stood in front of that big lens
Did a blog and laughed wit' a big grin
See, Twork beat up Norbes for slidin' in the DMs
You didn't do shit to Twork when he slid into your BM!
Y'all seen him, found out he was smashin' shorty
Thought you and Hurricane had chemistry: laboratory
She told you everything 'bout when she had the glory to the saddest story
But left out one thing that was mandatory...
I guess Hurricane didn't wanna get into that category!
I'm askin' for me: why you didn't let the Ruger blast?
Oh, you from Philly, prob'ly left it in the car wit' his stupid ass
I woulda had two arms wavin' from the Trunk: Fusion Dance
And leave blood all over Twork: Superbad
It's fuckin' sad!
'Cause now you can't look at that Motel 6 the same
And when she wear those fishnet pantyhose, back of your mind you know she wore that for What's-His-Name
Yeah, you a lame!
She didn't keep it all the way real
This should get you amped
She gave you 50 while you gave 100: food stamps
When Twork told you, you didn't know what to say or do, champ!
The words left right out of Captain's mouth: boot camp!
See, you can't talk to me when you couldn't confront your chick
He's gonna say I'm a nice guy and I don't bust the clip
I'm lame, corny on some sucka shit
See, in battle rap, I'm not believable
Y'all can suck a dick
'Cause in real life, I'm respected
That's why another battle rapper can't fuck my bitch
Don Marino
[Round 1: Eazy The Block Captain]
Let's get straight to these payments, n***a
Let's keep it a bean - this n***a ass
Y'all actually was plottin' against me?
I mean, we respect the fact that he NWX, but besides that, this n***a's shitty
N***a, I be talkin'
You know that
Red dot on the Glock, it's so awesome
I used to be Shy around my Glizzy!
If I gotta ride around my city to look for Don, and if I find Don, he gon' be fightin' For Life
And that won't be produced by 50!
N***a, this the plate I needed, homes!
Look at me...the Reaper home
Eyes bigger than they hustle
I done seen n***as die just (digest) for eatin' raw
N***a, I'm beyond crazy
A headshot'll leave yo' bitch wit' the sour face - now she a crybaby
And if my two eyes on Marino bitch, word to Debo, I'mma hit Don lady (Ladyii)
N***a, I was just bitchin'
I'mma be honest
I said I wasn't fuckin' with P, then P called, I said, "Good timing."
'Cause only a Philly n***a wit' Creed could show him what a don is (Adonis)
You can't tell me nothin' 'bout this game or these bitches, n***a, I promise
Then you comment, fuckin' your own reputation up: you Don Imus
Y'all see him and still believe him?
I ain't gon' post about it, but allow me to talk reckless to DM
N***a, flashback
Talkin' 'bout Du, that shit almost took me out my mind
New scope, brand-new lens - I'll hit A Boogie outta Don!
N***a, this conviction! I know my limits!
Playground days, we woulda threw your ball and make you go and get it
And when you brought that shit back...n***a, we'll throw that shit again, n***a!
Ain't nobody ran wit' Don!
You done fucked up the plate
They done washed their hands wit' Don (Dawn)
I got the green light to touch a Don
Got me purgin', turnin' all your people to dust 'til dawn!
N***a, Marino feelin' froggy tryna question my leap?
Somebody tell Don I offer heaters
Think Prince Vegeta: I'm the best at my peak
Fully auto, the weapons repeat
I'll knock your chest out the street
They'll find Don (fine dine) all over the city like it's Restaurant Week
N***a, I will bury him
My wall up, I don't trust a Mexican
All I know is drug dealin' sports in the coupe: I'm All-American!
N***a, you ever got nervous!?
You don't think that I'm tired of the trap?
Well, my life a Mongoose with pegs on it
You know how many n***as I got ridin' on my back?
N***a, we only get one shot!
When they shut my city down, I just doubled my re-up
Started fuckin' wit' the 'Gram like Young Chop
N***a, it's Gutta
Fuck you talkin' about?

[Round 2: Don Marino]
Let me guess, you got a Spanish connect named Juan, Carlos, Romero?
Which one of them taught you the game servin'?
It's a trick question, 'cause it's the same person
Man, fuck your drug stories, or how you'll let the toolie bust
My 'migos traffickin', cocaine in the latex fully stuffed
Homes move with the balloon like the movie Up
I don't give a fuck!
Y'all gas this? The disrespect
We used to Bring It On
White girls, y'all wasn't flipping yet
So let 'em cheer, Captain!
I know the routine
I'm just showin' you I haven't missed a step!
But yet, they love your street stories
(*chef's kiss*) Flawless
They say, "Don, you can't teach that type of pain."
You right, but I know how to cause it!
Big blade, through the middle, man (middleman): it's a biased cut
Knife get stuck, work my way to the top: the higher-ups
Chopper tucked - doot-doot-doot-doot!
Sound like the tire bust
My 'migos strapped in a Honda...all nine of us
To put two 'Ks (2K) on Eazy (easy): I got the sliders up
I'm ridin' up!
I hit him, he drop
He ain't grippin' the Glock
Swing and stretch him
Yeast infection: I was itchin' to box
And if Marino get out of pocket, who gon' help pick up the Block!?
Just stop
You think I don't know pain? I seen my mans get hit
The car spinnin', my dawg wit' him
His mom missin'
They live and forgettin' we all victims
We all risen
Blocks to box, it's called prison
We all risen
I look at the Block different: it's autism
And y'all wit' him!?
Shotgun - (*chk-chk*) - watch him scramble
Pull up, run down on the weak (week): Weather Channel
Please try me like I'm pussy!
I'll set an example
It'll go from "I'm Ready" to "Can We Talk?": Tevin Campbell
Grip the handle, dump swiftly
The two .4s, the Ken Griffey
Give him the Arizona wit' the Lay's...(*swoo*) the buck-fifty!
Then pull the mill' (meal) out the bag: I brought lunch with me!
You gotta feel me
He don't know I could freestyle, I could do this, to the fullest
Your man jumped in the faceoff?
BAH! Lemme see him jump in front of a bullet!
I do it
Don Marino
[Round 2: Eazy The Block Captain]
Ayo, this is where I coach you
Wit' no personals, n***a, 'cause I don't know you
He gon' critique my jail stories as he supposed to
Don't forget to tell them n***as I'm a trapper
That's important
'Cause it's ironic how me makin' my way to a cell always the go-to
Like I done weighed my pros and cons
But what happens when a con become a pro, too?
I paint pictures of what I go through
Don! I done did shit that you won't do!
When the counselor asked me "What's next?"
I told him, "Chuckie off Fresh"
I'm back to bustin' dope moves!
Two straps! One throwaway
It's a gift card: it's non-reloadable
DICKHEAD!
We don't care if a n***a got a teardrop on his face
All that means to us is he emotional
You a fraud, and you a weak n***a
Bro, them Mexican bars ain't deep, n***a
I'm Muslim and I'm Black
You get no sympathy from me, n***a!
I don't care if y'all stick together
I'll hit the male (mail) first like the principal sent a letter
N***a, Philly need this!
Red underline
Thanks to Don, I came to fix my era (error)
N***a, let's talk about...them Mexican bars
Bullshit!
Bullshit!
Bullshit!
N***a, this spic bitch is soft
Every battle, he talk how his family eatin' fertilizer and pesticides on their food
Bro, that shit startin' to piss me off
Look in that camera and tell them n***as where the struggle in that is
Why y'all couldn't just go in the kitchen and rinse it off?
N***a, I got more shit!
I got more shit!
Struggle where?
You was born here
You ain't even eligible to be deported
Oh, and this is what you try to be?
I got felonies
He taught his folks their native tongue
Well, now they bilingual and can still get better jobs than me
N***a, why you wildin'!?
All the Dons we know is Italian
Just no Don that's Mexican, n***a
No, n***a
No, n***a
Y'all got Pablo, Chapo, Mari-
You see? Anything that end with "O", n***a
"All he talk is drugs!"
So what? Is it my fault that I trap or die?
Is it my fault that I use barkin' on y'all bum-ass n***as to pass the time?
Huh!? HUH!?
If my weapon rise!?
N***a, I can't put it down
Now I gotta catch a crime
Who you wanna see first?
God? Father? (Godfather)
Either way, end of Don
N***a, that shit bore me!
Them Mexican bars? Your shit?
That shit corny
You get no lessons from me, my friend
But since I'm talkin' to Don, here's a corner story
N***a, what's the holdup!?
Tell 'em your story
Tell 'em how your 10-year-old still be in strollers
N***a, I been seein' you
Feet on the ground, just gettin' pushed around like a Flintstone vehicle
N***a, it's Gutta!

[Round 3: Don Marino]
I told God, "If I win, I'll quit drinking...every ounce of it"
I'm not proud of it
25K could go to my mom's surgery, every amount of it
It's funny how I put my heart in this tournament, so she can get one out of it
I'll admit, my dad had the same surgery, same fight
Family visiting me, tellin' me to hang tight
It's been years, I couldn't even get they names right
That Operation brought my family together
That's the closest thing we had to a game night!
The same night, they put him on life support
It started bubblin', in that state I was seein' red; Republican
Monster's Ink I had to bottle the screams; Sullivan
How they give him a feeding tube, and I'm the one that couldn't stomach it?
I was dumpin' it, I brought 'em flowers
Doctors askin', "Should we pull the plug?" We talked for hours
Do it, don't do it, my decision got 'em sour
Had to be the good and the bad guy, I played both roles like Austin Powers
Eazy, I need that 25
You paid your dues, right?
You tell 'em old struggle stories, what you've been through, a few fights
I'm goin' through this shit right now, I got two strikes
Uncle Ra asked if these bars worth 25?
Nah, but I'm willing to do life
If I lose tonight, I'm soul sendin'
Baow, one hospital, bro pendin'
After the shot it'll be too late for the clock; goal tendin'
There's no pretendin'
Tell 'em, you live it good you don't struggle no more
They seein' the facts, gives y'all these jail stories and y'all be believing in that
You only did 36 months, Prison Break got more seasons than that
But with me you gotta rap, now you gotta talk to a legend
You feed off the confessions, off the depressions
Louder the reaction, larger the sentence
It's harder to mention, what keep you outta jail but keep you caught in corrections
Sparkin' the weapon but cries when your brother get a coffin in seconds
Get caught in detention
How is it a lesson in every bar when your bars never taught you a lesson?
It's passive aggressive
These jail stories build mass hysteria
While you live in the Poconos, that's his area
Trips to Puerto Rico, pass the barrier
But banks of y'all mistakes, that's America
Jumanji, he trapped in the system but the heart (Hart) don't match the character
He plays the game, gives you all this struggle but won't tell you how to be a boss
They say "Eaz' give you that feel"
That's that feeling that you lost
Time

[Round 3: Eazy The Block Captain]
Yo, R.I.P. to any black man who got killed by a police officer
Yo at that moment I'm like, "Bro. I gotta win."
Don't even know this Anthony versus a Mexican
Word to boxing fans, I won't fuck this up again
N***a who you rap for?
N***a I rap for them n***as who got corner dreams
Those standing up for count, waiting on trades and prayin' that they on the scene
So you will never understand when I tell you without a passport
How I went from my porch to keys (ki's)
N***a I used to be buggin', baggin' up coke free hand
Random piss test, shit was just poppin' up with drugs
Had me shook, so when I'm baggin' my last grams, I'm watchin' The Last Dance
That means now I don't got a problem with the glove
N***a I talk drugs
Dawg really honor it
My plug, really became my sponsorship
Gave me a plaque cause over time we made a milli like a YouTube accomplishment
You wanna look your killer in the eyes? For what?
If I headshot you, guess what?
The killer's still anonymous
N***a my name, hold weight, if I take an L and you got it, there's no case
Ace Ventura I'll kidnap Marino for snow flake
N***a whole weight
Don, will be in a critical condition, cause I don't do body shots
This a clip to the scalp, like Crucible audition
25K on the line it's "fuck you pussy", yeah it get like that
I will R.I.P. ya, Tall-T ya, that is not a Mexican snap
This was meant for you
My wrath, considered biblical
Welcome to poverty, where we always livin' in the living room
You did dishes? I did dishes too
You went fishin'? I was casting lines from one cell to another, I was fishin' too n***a
I'm for the culture, why is you here? They all talk
Smack, 69, we let this Mexican in that's our fault
Oh you the plug? I'm not convinced
If you is, hostage shit
Shots'll rip
Dickhead thought that puttin' the NWX was gon' block the shit
But it won't
I'm about mine, you better respect my grind
But I hate that route, depending on the threat I may back out
Is you wearin' Teflon, Don? I will break a Mexican
I'm talkin' salsa, I will shake a Mexican
Rah, he can't fuck with me y'all better stop playin' with me
Rob you in all black, and tell you it's black excellence
And I'm done, and I'm glad you spit that bullshit
He knew he couldn't take that angle with me
I rock a Spanish n***a puttin' his best foot forward still can't hang with me
It's Gutta