[Round 1: Emerson Kennedy]
T, it's nice to meet you

[T-Top]
I met you already

[Emerson Kennedy]
If you ain't familiar, here's the preview
I worked so moms could quit a job and told her "Everything's underneath you"
It was peaceful, and I could teach you
But I know these angles never reach you
So I give a fuck if you sold your moms work, n***a...
I sold my mom the idea she didn't need to
I'm not the new n***a
Who can't see through that style and won't box and move wit' ya
Four-bar setups to current event
(*clap-clap*)
Top a cool (topical) n***a
I'mma war wit' ya!
This a different mode
Tonight, I’m in that different zone
You beat Mike P, had to cheat, and it was in ya home
I put up a classic at a Traffic, 30’d Chilla Jones
Remixed “Crossroads”, half the crowd had gripped their phones
I said “It’s not gonna miss ANYbody…”
Same shit hit Bizzy’s Bone!
God, n***a!

Allow me to switch the tone
You use tricks to sway your thirds
He yells “Bitch”, like, ten times when lines don’t land
That way’s absurd
Top be like, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!”
Look, we get it…we hate the verse
How come when you come up Too Short, you make “BITCH!” your favorite word!?
You not as active as you like
You passive, lack the might
And no matter the excuse
We know a n***a’s true intentions who falls backwards in a fight
So you can cap it all you like
But he angled son great
I mean, WalMart Nitty, Dizaster and Math
Look, I’m fannin’ - son great
You know my favorite angle of yours when you were spazzin’ on Tay?
The one you took in that Mook fight instead of standin’ up straight!
This is fate!
And in the clutch, you was runnin’ from the ball
Provin’ climate change is real
We gotta find numbers to call
‘Cause cold is hot, hot is cold now
The Earth is wantin’ us to solve
Top agrees
All he remembers from that Summer was the FALL!
Big bang!
I am half a hunnid percent
But if it’s the West, the hood is wit’ me
So in my region, a (Regina) King, and I still look good at 50
What the fuck is a “Top Bizzy”?
We don’t care you won a battle
We care you Carolina, but talk New York like you were starin’ up the Statue
Look, I know Androids look like iPhones when you compare ‘em, for example
But tell Top it gotta stop
A n***a swear he from the Apple!
These are gems I am givin’ you
Know what you listenin’ to
‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle?
I saw what you did to Michael
Snake shit’s kinda like you
Said you wouldn’t bring up his wife, brought up his wife
It’s kinda spiteful
So I’ll BRB
CR-V, accelerate to find you
Get hit wit’ E Honda for what he did to Ryu!
And Ken’s next
Send TECs
No, bench-press, fine-tune
The lunch blunt: high noon
Get hands-on: mime move
You said I wasn’t the breed to make him bleed ‘til I find you
I’m same as your diabetes, Top
Trust me, I’m the Type to (2)!
T-Top, T, stop
These struggle stories we need to stop
We all got past trauma from some drama from a fiend pops
Look, I had holes in all my shoes
When it would rain, a n***a would need socks
Alligator huntin', now I get triggered when I see Crocs
Bang!
And I'm still tweekin' on SMACK
But ain't he speakin' lies to Blacks?
Calls us "King" 'cause he's a King
Don't we gotta redefine the facts?
I mean, after that tourney loss, you got us speakin' while we chat
How we call you "King" back when you got beaten by a Jakk (jack)?
How many "white girl" flips you got?
Let's just state the facts
I make the match
I control this room and your doom
You safe from that?
You only fillin' out in front, but I can make you play the back
I can give you vigils or some visuals
You need examples?
Alright, patience, black
You only read (red) what you believe
(*The lights in the stage room change colors from white to red*)
I'm makin' what you rap
Then you blew (blue) that tourney shot...
(*The lights in the stage room change colors from red to blue*)
Yeaaaaah! YEAH!

Then you blew (blue) that tourney shot and came up flat when chasin' racks
Look, I could give you limelight
Or green beams can take it back
Top, I'm tryna give you the light, but I can make it fade to BLACK!
BANG!

I'm a GOD, n***a!
I'm a fuckin' GOD!

Smack, you know I gotta work on what I work on
That's time
Rap, bro

[Round 1: T-Top]
Aw, man...
I just came here to make sure I do it right
Bitch, everything you do is light
He doin' tricks all like this...
N***a, the only shit I was scared of was the blue and whites!
BITCH!
BITCH! BITCH!
Now SMACK-
Smack, you think you slick wit' this card, don't'cha?
Yeah, n***a, I'm on it
Soon as this shit got announced, it was deep breaths and eye-rollin'
The fans on the app wanna know who we battlin' before we battle 'em
Fuck all this sideshowin'
Like, soon as you drop Top on Kennedy, it's gon' be mind-blowin'!
You gettin' gunned down!
I know you took a backseat for this battle, but don't you front now
And I only said "drop-top" and "Kennedy" 'cause I'mma kill this bitch with one round!
Now when they said we had five days to prep
I said, "Oh, I know we ain't makin' no cash."
This here was a cheap design
I had to sew fast
Just to give EK MK since y'all think Kenneth cold (Cole)
Yeah, I'm in my Coach bag
Y'all gon' see (C)!
Okay (O-K), E
Wait, that's a coke bag
My Jamaican shooter catch you and Cortez in the whip, and make y'all both crash
He said "Give the Bodega a shot, or he gon' hit a mind clear (Moncler) in his coat tag!"
I was broke bad
I had to smoke clips out the roach bag
Wit' a AR, layin' on the couch like the old Cass'
Movin' whole packs, I really had the grind on my mind
I tried to be cool wit' him, but he be lyin' all the time
Revolver on his waist, I got a .9 up in me
'Cause if E go (ego) trippin', then I can't just put my pride to the side!
I'm from the Quay!
The Park is where we packaged all the grams
New crew moved in, and I had a ratchet in my pants
Told 'em "Stay in they lane, or it's some static on your hands"
Lil' bitches was steppin' on toes like a daddy-daughter dance
I'll let the .40 blam, but I don't really wanna beef wit' him
'Cause if this was Power, you'd be hangin' wit' Tariq and them
I mean, over that 'caine (Cane), you Drew, but I'll be more like Ezekiel
'Cause that Glock 19, but it's gon' feel like 23 hit him!
Now they say, "Why you comparin' yourself to the athlete?
I mean, what's the purpose?"
Bitch, I'm servin'
'Cause my family depended on that rock, and at times, my mom was a whole 'nother person
See, against Clips- I know
Yeah, I know!
See, against Clips, I said my moms was a trapper
She got her cookin' on
Then I said I sold her packs
I think you took it wrong
See, we got money together, was really puttin' on
I even paid her half of the re-up when she took too long!
I'm a trap baby, bro!
Bro, I'm a trap baby, not a crack baby
You gotta get in tune
You had a nice house, both parents, nice jobs wit' the swimmin' pool
I had to watch my big cousin shootin' heroin in the living room
You came in this world wit' money, but I was born wit' the silver spoon
I never met my father
All I know is that he got blammed
So I turned to the streets 'cause whatever he ain't teach me, the block can
But he saved my life so many times, I know he the reason that Glock jammed
'Cause I was nervous wit' the gun
It was my first time shakin' my pops' hand!
GOD DAMN!
GOD DAMN!
GOD DAMN!
Bro, big bro-
Ay, bro
Bro, I got my first strap and went on three robbin' sprees
I wasn't used to gettin' money, had only seen poverty
Now you got me rappin' wit' these nerds for a living?
Shit just seem odd to me
I mean, I love makin' money off this sport
Just stop bringin' E kind to me (economy)
You from Utah, right?
Well, y'all wanna know what rhyme with "Salt Lake City"?
[Crowd]
What?

[T-Top]
A boy named Kenny
Who waited his whole life to have Norbes hang wit' him
A house n***a
We know jumpin' off the porch ain't in him
He seen thugs, but tried hard to avoid they image
Bitch, I'm a trapper
I was really in the hallway pitchin'
I cooked every piece of the bird 'til it was all way finished
Like when they say Roc ain't help out Brizz
He was standin' in the doorway missin'
I wasn't surprised
That ain't the first time I saw Tay (sauté) chicken!
Long gauge grippin'!
(*chk-chk*) 'Til the law came trippin'!
One time, my mans got locked up pullin' a broad day mission
No letters from his homies
They ain't even come and visit when he had a court date pendin'
Now he playin' cards wit' the oldheads from Vietnam
They still talk about their war days killin'
It's just crazy he gotta hang wit' the vets 'cause none of his dogs ain't visit!
Smack ain't know what I was goin' through!
To him, we was just the new stars they buildin'!
Hate from the peers! Hate from the supporters!
He ain't tell us what all came wit' it!
Got me arguin' wit' n***as online, and I was all way trippin'
I mean, literally, gettin' into fan duels (FanDuel) like a parlay ticket!
Bro, I treated battle rap just like the trap
I just switched blocks
Like when they told me I was on fire
I said, “I gotta cool down, bruh. Shit hot.”
When they told me I kicked down the door for Carolina
I thought about that raid at my bitch spot
And when they said I was in a different bag…
HOW!? Bitch, it’s always been a Ziploc!
N***a!
Bro! Bro!
First, I wanna shout out my son
You got a rich pops
Then, shout out Johnny for the grill and the wristwatch
Most importantly, shout out my driver
He get big props
‘Cause he helped me move coke through three states without a pit stop!
Bitch! Bitch!
Ay, ay…
Like that one time we had a brick of some raw?
Man, it was so clean
It’ll leave bloodstains around your nostrils
I mean a whole ring
I had to stretch that shit out before I gave it to the dope fiends
It’s like a Travis Scott concert
It got stepped on so much, it make you wish you got the nosebleed
Ay, RUM! (x5)
Ay, RUM!
I know I was clownin’ ‘bout the Walmart shit, bro
But at least you grind for each earned penny
And you travel state-to-state, n***a!
We burn cities
He just tryna get his recognition before he turn 50
But y’all gon’ run the West forever
It will never be E turn, Nitty (eternity)
I got a semi, and I’m ‘bout to start dumpin’ at his men!
He a beast on stage, but he a punk at the event
URL said “Fuck you”
You-
Well, nah, you gon’ be here again - you work for Caffeine
But you still gon’ get somethin’ after this
Just tell him a Bear killed him
It’s a huntin’ accident