[Round 1: Chess]
Ayo Surf, ahah
They done put Jakk against Jack-Jack
I’ll jack Jakk and any n***a that Jakk jack
When Beas’ hit my jack, Jakk
He told me to write a round, I told him I’ll write half
I barely came here wit’ jack, Jakk
I rather nap Jakk, kidnap Jakk, you’ll get snatched up
If I drop the ball, you ever played jacks, Jakk?
Get a bald head from these metal arms, I’m Jax, Jakk
This a big ass .40

[Audience Member]
That’s crazy

[Chess]
I know
This a big ass .40
Early, early

I’m Jax, Jakk
This a big ass .40, and you gamblin’ on that .22?
See this where you lose tryna black, Jakk (blackjack)
I will shoot Jakk
Let it fire
Let it sing when I fire from the barrel like we in New Jack
Or just stab him in the ring
{Chess apologizes to Jakkboy for excеssive physical contact. Jakkboy says it’s all good and to continue rapping.}

I will shoot Jakk
Let it sing whеn I fire from the barrel like we in New Jack
Or just stab him in the ring like I’m New Jack
You in a fight wit’ a animal and a (in the) Desert: Kangaroo Jack
The pump can (pumpkin) spark a flame wherever Jakk is standin’
But the Desert Eagle got a triangle for a nose: it’s a jack o’lantern
It’s different
Got a triangle for a nose: it’s a jack o’lantern
They see me and say, “He a live wire”, get clapped wit’ the pole
Then Jakk’s (jack’s) in a hole
Like TVs before HDMI wires
You think you hard, Jakkie?
I was in the field wit’ a 40, too (42)
Don’t make me be the first n***a to start, Jakkie (: Jackie)
Chin (Chan) all bruised, I really had to Rumble in the Bronx, Jakkie (Jackie)
I’ll hit your mother
Then both arms go across the head of your aunt, Jakkie
How you stand there and do nothin’ to the n***a that tossed your chain
But jump in the crowd hype ready to fight the n***a that caught the chain
Against John John, you was actin’ off rage
I mean you literally had a chain reaction on stage
Your career went downhill
Almost wasn’t a n***a Smack was gon’ save
You was on the right path, then started movin’ elsewhere
Like when you travel on Waze
Boy I will slap you on stage
Manny laid out for 5 minutes pack you (Pacquiao) on stage
It’ll be a over the edge “Owen Hart tragic” on stage
Chop him up, sell his organs now he a jack (Jakk) of all trades
See, I rap about my life ‘cause in my life, I really do things
See, I make movies about movies like the new Scream
And you fiends still worried ‘bout growin’ a tier
Fuck a battle status; what ain’t kill me made me stronger
I was literally growin’ in tears
And I helped n***as grow they career
I told Beas’, “If I wrestle man he’ll (WrestleMania) have the biggest show of the year”
I could get you hunted for a few hunnid
Have my Jamaican n***as run in your crib ready to shoot somethin'
I told ‘em, “Keep it proper shotta, rasta pasta make sure it’s a cool run-in (Cool Runnings)”
I start dumpin’, might not even care if Smack by ya
He tried to run, it all went wrong; I gave his back fire (backfire)
His cap? He’ll get caught in it, like a bad liar
Or just run him over, then Jakk (jack) under my whip ain’t for a flat tire
And tell Daylyt I’m still on his tail; I will break Lyt (brake light)
You n***as fake fight
I swing more than two n***as that trade wifes
Airport shuttles:
I’ll determine who (the terminal) different when I bust (bus) in plain (plane) sight
And you look like you was in the kitchen for nights
But you was hittin’ the pipe, not whippin’ the white
All these made up words and never slang shit in your life
This n***a be like, “I’ll wap bap alap bam boo ya shit”
Hah, you n***as gay
So you gon’ wap bap alap b-
Sound like somethin’ only a Tutti Frutti would say
Y’all know why Jakkboy Maine a sucka?
‘Cause his chains is rubber
Y’all know why else Jakkboy Maine a sucka?
‘Cause he be comin’ to battles half-naked, fucker
Y’all know why else Jakkboy Maine a sucka?
[Crowd]
Why?

[Chess]
‘Cause he a Blood with no respect and his big homie his baby mother
At first I thought you and First Lady Flamez was brothers
Y’all look like y’all [?] cigarettes, fistfight, and flame each other
I promise y’all these are not y’all basic lovers
See one minute, hug each other
Next minute, they hate each other
One minute, they in shootouts together
Next minute they tryna spray each other
How the fuck the First Lady the toughest man in your crew?
You got a bitch that’s more manly than you
Dress harder, rep the set harder, even prolly got better hands than you do
My n***a, you is a square
And we can tell you the weak link based off the jewelry you wear
That’s way different
And I did this one round, ‘cause a three round from me, you ain’t gettin’
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout Jakkboy, the money was my main (Maine) interest
Body, after body, after body

[Crowd]
Shapeshiftin’!

[Chess]
It’s only the beginnin’ of the year
[Smack]
Yo give it up for Chess y’all
You heard, good shit

[Chess]
I just wanted to rap for y’all real quick
We just- this a preview
Cook food, cook food, cook food Jakk

[Smack]
Jakkboy Maine it’s on you

[Round 1: Jakkboy Maine]
I said on this created player, man I’m finna walk down
Talk down, spark rounds, ‘til your dome fold
Mr. Struggle ain’t got no cell
So I use two cans and a string so he can phone home
Look, I’ma shoot you and then skin you alive until you all bone
Ask Kevin Bacon, after this loaded Hollow, Man the [?]
This is all wrong, ‘cause Steams your bestie?
How zesty
The lead speak
I’m stirrin’ him, stirrin’ him, sternum: my Chess (chest) piece
Glock, Desert Eagle, or a sniper rifle when I take vision
That’s a circle, rectangle, and triangle
See my barrels just keep shapeshiftin’
I stay trippin’
‘Cause John John killed both of us
But next time I’m in Texas I’m hella lurky
Droppin’ bombs and when the [?] be left
Nothin’ (nuttin’) in Houston like Eddie Murphy
He's dead for surely
‘Cause I’ma shoot him then press the button for his final flight
Man I’m talkin’ the clap gon’ cross Chess, and then it’s dynamite
Man it’s time to fight from dawn to night
Plasma leveler, line it right
Iron sights
Have bullets from heads flyin’, just like a Amish fight
I [?]
Rudy Gobert, you was supposed to see the Block Captain and easily dunk it
‘Cause he rap ‘bout cookin’ drugs on his stove, Cake
So how you end up in Eazy (easy) ov-
Man this is easy does it
This where I gear up, steer up (stirrup)
Sear ya, reel ya
Ficky ficky, rewind and rekill ya
Peel bruh
See I’m the devil ‘cause I’m the reason they fear us
Ayy Surf, I seen a monster before too: in my mirror
Who fear ya
They makin’ this stuff up
Ya face, breakin’ and lumped up
Ya lungs, fill it with muck, yuck
Ya kidney stone from the buck, stuck
The funeral cost is much, yup
The pastor’s prayers went up up
‘Cause after I skrrt, he won’t, but his mama gon’ be wakin’ the fuck up
Ya luck’s up
‘Cause you struggled to eat
I struggled wit’ room and board, this where the pain strikes
I was 16 playin’ video games, and heard fussin’ and fightin’ through this plain night
My mama kicked her ex out and told me to have a place to stay, he better take flight
{gun clicks} rent paid and I was back in that house the same night
I let it blaze twice, ‘cause these bitches able
Ambulance called, doc fix the table
His words channelin’ fuzzy, fix the cable
It’s a medium cross ya Chess (chest), and rip the label
This’ll bang you
‘Cause you a Bronx n***a that love to dance, right?
And this no fable
They go from “Look y’all, he be gettin’ sturdy!”
To “Doc, how do we keep him stable?”

{Crowd goes crazy and Chess gets sturdy}

N***a this gon’ grave you
And this yo’ stage visit
You talk it but I was made different
It go from “Ayo Roc!” to “Ayo stop!”
‘Cause pussy I Wave different
Gauge liftin’, brains driftin’
‘Cause he said there’s smoke
And guess what you see when you mix a chest (Chess), a wave, and a bullet?
The dead man float

I’m him

I wanna know
If we grew up watchin’ you as a kid
What make you think I think you got a body or two?
And I ain’t never seen a “#FreeChess” era ever
So don’t holla that we’ll get caught shit
‘Cause that’s what gettin’ a few homis’ll do
I am not in the mood
When I think about it
Our Lil Bow Wow here bein’ a demon could be complacent
I’m just sayin’
He died a few times in this shit
And even Steve Urkel transformed in the basement
This is amazin’
‘Cause y’all forgot he was a baby on cam the first time that we seent about it
Y’all was geeked about it
Couldn’t sleep about it
Yelled “He’s only sixteen” when you speak about him
All the tweets about it got me creepin’ ‘bout it
‘Til a bullet hit chest (Chess) and knock pieces out it
‘Cause you know the one thing that never happened wit’ my pistol?
I ain’t have to think about it
Ain’t no easy [?]
I put chalk to it, [?] to it, spark to it
My n***a Ryda like to name his guns
But you wanna know what my GunTitle?
Then talk to it, all stupid
You thought you’d go from a created player to a real killer to stay famous?
Well play dangerous
You’ll be the next New York n***a go from woo-walkin’ to a spray painting
I’m ragin’
‘Cause you gon’ say I work for Surf when you under Surf and we business partners
He put you under the wing, we bring the culture cha-chi-
I think you should’ve picked your role a little smarter
Listen, him a martyr
I’ll make Surf see (Xerxes) one cross the face like this is Sparta
‘Cause my real Midnight Madness is grabbin’ my AR
{kiss sound} right after I kiss my daughter
N***a him no father
So watch this
Lil’ boy this where the plot twist
You know how I know I’m goin’ to heaven?
‘Cause I’m doin’ Lord’s foster work
And help him adopt kids
Hop fence, stop prints
Boots ready, Glock lift
I’m from the school of kickin’ doors down, Surf
Who the hell got time to lock-pick?
You know what I don’t understand?
Is the nerve of a n***a
Like you ain’t know I keep the
You ain’t

[Crowd]
Heard of a n***a

[Jakkboy Maine]
And I’m a murderer, n***a
[?] aerial strike or let the lead pop
Make it Double Impact 2
‘Cause after that helicopter, Chess drop
Ahhhhh
Fuck is they talkin’ ‘bout