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udubb network - charron vs b magic lyrics

[round 1: charron]
you’re the gun line king, that’s what you know for
you talking smack, your clips ain’t spit, that’s n.o.m.e. 4
choke out this choke artist, guillotine
you will change colors like aunt viv’ after season 3
then he’ll head to the ground like a ddt
kick his stomach, give his abs soul (ab-soul) that’s tde
flava flav and a shout, cleaning his clock, it ain’t believable, stop
he’s a gangster, i’m the nerd from king of the dot
but when crackers get p-ssed we shoot up the school and you see it on fox
when magic gets p-ssed he fights like a fool and gets beat up by fox
even i could knock out fox
so get hype if you’re claiming that left/right
you’re a fake p-ssy, fleshlight
you and fox wanna box but couldn’t get a hand in
peter pan styled him with hooks that never land-ed
you’ll get mocked three rounds, cut a close shave with petty scr-pping
if you wouldn’t raise your fist then why would you let it happen
bring it back, this the best a man can get when his pen’s in action
you’ll get mocked (mach) three rounds, had a close shave with petty scr-pping
if you wouldn’t raise your (razor) fist then why would you let (gillette) it happen?
he choked against will, nitty, big t, heartless, dead in the zone
you’ve had more rocky performances than sylvester stallone
his girl’s a pill popper, i’m getting some dome
mt. rushmore, she’ll give me head when she’s stoned
if you want a war then (warden) get barred out by the pen that i own
sleep on me and your body gets outlined like memory foam
are there gangsters in this crowd? cause i’ve never seen a gun
real sh-t
i ain’t strapped to my own
but i’ll pay someone to do a drive-by and find magic alone
whoever i pick involve to the whip strapped with a chrome
for talking jazz that car’ll (karl) shoot like stockton p-ssed to malone
let’s break him down, it really ain’t that hard
daylyt reenacted the matrix and you couldn’t think of a single bar
you’re a crip right? you should talk about the glock’s you’re holding
like you in the matrix but when this blue pill (peel) you ain’t dodging bullets
he brought out a fake glock, you couldn’t reb-ttal some rhymes?
how are you magic if you can’t pull something out of thin air in front of our eyes?
it wasn’t a battle, it was a broadway play
you got punked, we don’t care about the bars you would say
but a calendar explains why he’s startled this way
cause junes are just squares that get marked out by a day’
selling ki’s in front of your house, that’s a lawn note
think you bad boy, ciroc now you sean combs
claiming that he pop chrome, treat him like he gonzo
combos, knock the f-cking nose out your long nose
don’t care if you be deep in the streets like a pot hole
got a bone to pick like i’m betting on john jones
won’t elevate your career but i’ve got pull
i punch on so many levels like solange knowles

[round 1: b magic] {4:30}
this who i’m battling?
i thought this was the camera man
well if i get hooked to the right arm like candy man
say my name too many times then call an ambulance
metal squeeze on this b-tch chest like a mammogram
one ride, we all get into like a family van
you better step aside quick before my hammer dance
knock on his door, soon as he open the can’ll blam
take care of everybody in the crib, i’m a family man
your whole house better sprint like a family plan
the silencer is so quiet, man oh man
you didn’t know that you being shot like candid cam’
so come watch a k!ller perform like randy [?]
you f-cked up, chopper push in your stomach
ready, set, go, when they hear a bullet, solange in an elevator
i won’t pull it or thump it
i mean this b-tch will get to kicking at the push of a b-tton
i do this rap sh-t just to get paid and k!ll n-ggas
should i pull or your card or deal with ya?
paralyzed to this [?]
i don’t feel n-ggas, still hit ya, it’s about to get emmett till picture
ugly
how you wanna play it? my flow is dope
you? come out the gate like a rodeo
the sig’? send ’em straight to heaven, holy smokes
when i push his cap back like polio
the flow game is stupid, no other can rap better
not gonna name flip, just to make the match better
i’m the back stretcher, i’ll send him to god
desperado, start off k!lling n-ggas in bars
i’m straight to it, bars is straight fluid
come take a whiff, send him to mars
how i’m shooting stars ain’t to make a wish
pull out that british bulldog, that’s my davey smith
or we gon’ have something in common when you face a clip
homie we in jersey, switch your flow it’s only smart
cause you can get bodied with the iron like tony starks
look i’m the g*nius, they said you gonna murder who?
the n-gga throwing caps on the stage didn’t come with murda mook
you nervous dude? well, you should be
you should know better
i swing around with them apes cause i go realer (gorilla)
f-ck a challenger i ain’t running from no n-gga
[?] vikes got me throwing bullets like culpepper
b mothaf-cking magic

[round 2: charron]
yo he’s trying to front like i’m a nerd and i’m not a rapper
thinking i’m a camera man just cause i can spot an actor
yo, and he wanna talk about my whole family sprint, but he’s telling us lies
and real talk you think you really going good and you selling these rhymes
but wait, that was a freestyle slow it down
do you hear what i’m telling these rhymes?
he’s talking about sprint but real talk you tell us lies
when i go back down, you wanna talk about the british bulldog
you reference wrestling a lot
you such a crack head i bet your favorite wrestler is the rock
yo, but since he’s talking wrestling he thinks i’m a nice guy and we’ll be talking it out
for thinking this man kind you getting socked in the mouth
you couldn’t k!ll a mic/mike with diprivan
you the british bulldog, that’s simple fam’
why you talking wwe, i’ll have people digging until they fam’
i’ll put an undertaker to work like vince mcmahon
but why am i here? i’m thinking so hard that it hurts
but y’all invited shotty horroh, so it starts to get worse
if you’re white and wanna come to udubb to spar on this turf
all you have to do is beat arsonal first
keep popping i’m detoxing, if b’s talking he’ll be talking to machines like steve hawkins
prodigy wreaking havoc you know my mobb deep on ’em, scheme on ’em
stop, drop, roll for waffle street on him
it’s b muhf-cking magic
are you rapping or sleep talking?
you can’t win (wind) with the worst angles on earth
keep flopping, you spit fire with a watered down flow, your heat’s stopping
f-ck the one dimensional punchline festival b’s dropping
i gave y’all the four elements like rahzel when he’s beatboxing
four elements, i said “wind”, “water”, “fire”, “earth”, keep watching
three 16’s can crush him; steve austin
branch out before i leave, i’m tree chopping
what’s on this pad? going over heads, i’m leap frogging
keep stomping, f-ck a left hook
this nerd will stretch out your spine like a text book
you snitching to the cops, you ain’t the best crook
b magic, you’re a magic 8 ball cause you give answers when you get shook
only quarter pound you’ve seen is a burger with cheese
i’ll teach him the f-cking business, birds and the bees
put on a clinic for magic i’m positive it won’t cure a disease
this b-tch will take a break after getting sonned like maternity leave
he actually said, “lebron/farve, i’m a heat packer”
you got bars, that’s a knee slapper
but real talk, if you shoot me, my grandma will be p-ssed
she loves people, he swaps athletes his gun lethal
i’ll call him kareem mcnabb, he bucks eagles
will i’ma mix phoenix and orlando when i run past it
sir charles hardaway, i’ma sun/son magic
but you told jc you’ll convince carter
that line was either but it sounded familiar
so i did research, you bit that from sno and caustic, this guy’s a cheater
you’re eli roethlisberger, a giant steeler/stealer

[round 2: b magic]
they told me that i had a challenger and he hard to shake
they told me not to go light on him because he hard to break
well if i’m getting in this squared circle like [?]
it’s apparent/a parent you getting k!lled like marvin g-ye
so keep it steady or mainly get steel full
cause blamming the steel bringing insanity feel more
stiff as a mannequin, caps or your man will get peeled or
family get k!lled, now that’s amityville hor’
so homie back off now or six will go across your chest, i stack house clowns
i break when i clap off rounds
cause all your soldiers will die before i put this black hawk down
this how i spit, ain’t this about a b-tch?
i’m the better man, i ain’t gonna smoke him with the sig’/cig’
but on second hand, i’ll pull up, pull the door back on the chevy van, bars
what this four give him ain’t a second chance
yeah, i’m hitting n-ggas with some sneak punches
if corey should run up on me, well let me see something
think that we stunting, he fronting, the heat dumping
the mil’ (meal) will put him in line free lunches
what he trying to say? with these dope lyrics i’m bagging white
ars’ didn’t tell you this not a battle, this a sacrifice
if you acting big, i’ll tap your chin, it’s a raptor fight
left nothing special, but n-gga, i got some bragging rights
you get booted if you step into these danger lands
name a n-gga testing this?
creep up in your residence, lift him up while he laying down, that’s the exorcist
when i cross him with the flame, that’s a methodist
it’s b-magic m-th-f-cka, the show arrived, paranormal witness
there’s about to be some evil sh-t, mcnabb and vick
i’m armed with two eagles, strip when i make him kiss this mac it ain’t a sigel diss
these cats weak, get a jab, you don’t want the hook
if you was raised by animals, i’ll make your jungle book
we understood cause if i think it’s prob’
there’s 32 in this .45 gon’ even the odds
b m-th-f-cking magic

[round 3: charron]
yo, he a gangsta right?
his best line that round was about free lunches
is this what these peeps wanna say?
i mean, if it’s a free lunch, you don’t go buck bet that’s only time you beef with the tray/trey
yo, you should try to do angles, maybe go and do jokes
step outside your comfort zone, change a flow for them folks
you should learn how to freestyle, i know that there’s hope
so when you forget your lines like an idiot you don’t have to choke
you’re the george foreman of battling, heavy punches, slower approach
i’m muhammad ali, my whole game plan was to show you the ropes
this mc square, ain’t talking einstein
a total slaughter reject ain’t popping five nines
you think he’s hungry for burgers, i ain’t dropping white lies
b, you/u are/r g? er’s is what you get when i call up five guys
i bet dna snipes the .38 from long range, more than you pop a gat
your shots don’t exist like vodka ‘gnac
lose that weak flow, i’ll bruise your ego
time to flip the calendar, june got 3-0
your girl wanna cuddle, she a stupid hoe
i come/c-m in peace; ufo
everything i rap raw; sushi roll
remote under the couch i lose control
they pay me a thousand bucks, i could use the doe
think b sharp? i’ll tune him up for a g flat like a music note
real deal bodied this crip, i think that you went light
remind me of breaking bad when i seen you there that night
you repping that blue, yes i believe him, it’s alright
you’re blue? meth, you got cooked by a teacher that was white
claimed he pitched rocks and ziploc’s his bricks
big dog in the trap til i jigsaw this b-tch
sid crosby sticks
got iced out by a kid from pittsburgh, my mitts off for this
spit all your ish how i p-ssed off the crips
i back up my sh-t talk, how hip hop is this?
magic needs tricks well these trix are for kids
the tricks stop, don’t get props, name flips all he spits
you a big boss for this?
this kid got a big box of trix
it won’t fly i got a trick trick that’ll rick ross this b-tch
i’m sick of being motherf-cking ostracized
feeling like those kids up in columbine
if he win, they’ll say, “magic, that’s a homicide.”
if i win, they’ll say, “magic didn’t wanna try.”
generic gun rapper that be popping nines
well words are weapons and i brought some lines
when i unleash all these rhymes
you can’t size up to my arsonal like midgets brought by shine

[round 3: b-magic]
aight arsonal, my n-gga that’s some disrespect
it’s the best, let me show him how to spit correct
think it’s a game boy he a 360 when this connect/kinect
you better be in solid shape like a silhouette
so hit the deck, cause when he flex i drop n-ggas
tell charlie these clips stop fights a lot quicker
i box n-ggas, you got filler, the rocket blaze you
that forty like a father, when it pop it raise you
let’s get it straight, mothaf-ckas i’m puffing dutches
cloud of smoke when i’m dumping it look like i’m busting muskets
rough and rugged, dump, aim, clutching, busting
drop iron in a square like buster douglas
this pure flames, you bound to catch wreck
gun so big, t ain’t found the sound effect yet
boy you bout to get stretched
charron died i laugh and tears
knowing i split a n-ggas sh-t but i didn’t have to share it
let’s get it right, if it’s needed the nine blasting
drawing on his team, you’d think that i’m john madden
listen, i’ll off this n-gga first, john hanson
forearm across his face i’m bob backlund
born serious, white boy come get you some
that fifth ring will have him red, i have olympic guns
i’ll kick you in your motherf-cking chin for fun
index game will make your body jump while your temple run
b-tch please you a take an l quick
ar’s, shoot him and i’ll make a sh-ll flip
tips in the clip, that’s an atl fl1ck
shoot a white n-gga fam’, that’s a dave chappelle skit
who want the problem?
tell that n-gga, good luck
full of sh-t, n-ggas die per (diaper) second when i pull up
you trying to find me? i’m posted with the .45
just know it’s magic when they tell you that the show arrived
i told him once these m-th-f-ckas scared
i’m from the m-th-f-cking lou
thats how a m-th-f-ckin play it
beat me? can you believe what this m-th-f-cka said?
must have slipped, fell and bumped yo’ m-th-f-cking head
b m-th-f-cking magic

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