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"Conceited vs B Magic"

[Round 1: B Magic]
You finally stopped ducking, well, let's get straight to work
I grab the tools, 'bout to act a fool, like it's April 1st
Fifth'll blow, lift your soul, this is no day in church
Sex on the beach; this bitch gon' get laid in dirt
Listen up, Reggie, I hop up out the Cavalier, them shots flame
Bandana on me with the 30-30; I'm John Wayne
Conceited gon' catch every shell it contain
Then I'm running back to the Cavalier; Lebron James
He thinking he sick, now that's a hypochondriac
Thinking he sick? Don't give a fuck how hyper Con react
I say, I buck the machine, I bet he changed; that's a laundromat
Steel peel, something ill will hit his Pontiac
Am I the meanest? Sho nough, well, let's "con-verse"
I heard a Rone dissing Con verse, he kiss a converse
He'll be puffy trying to dance with me; Fonzworth
9 burst, P.O. nigga, I'm making Con work
I'm never scared, it's B Magic with this bone crusher
Fuck the ambulance
You might as well call a ghostbuster when this 4 touch ya
I'm telling you good
You'll see a crazy K if you don't get your tail from the hood
It's B Magic, the 4 holder, I'm more doper
Don't make me call up the war soldiers, the war's over
Ain't nothing good about me reaching in that Toyota
See, Con dough will get took and that's a foreclosure
Your whole name say I want to be defeated
What kind of straight nigga say, "I wanna be Conceited"?
I'm heated, and strapped, slid in with the crew
I done broke more niggas down than Hidden Colors 2
How you want it? Say it, and I'll kill that nigga
I'll slap the shit out of this Kevin Hart-built ass nigga
See, I don't feel that nigga
This K shine, you can zip him up
Don't smoke reggie, but something blunt will spill his guts
Turn up, from where they moving, looting, and shooting that boy
St. Louis truest, you seen the news and we shooting them toys
Give me room and I'm moving on you and your unit of yours
To keep the beef fresh, I brought something aluminum for you
My flow's sicker, you talking like you dumpin', shoot somethin'
Walberg and Denzel, nigga, I brought two guns
So do somethin', don't say I ain't tell him
I'll stick him up with the Dillinger like Baby Face Nelson
I am here, B Magic versus Tevin Campbell, can we talk?
Catch bullets, that's what the 80 for; Randy Moss
Back in my arms again, I am the boss
I will survive till we meet again like Diana Ross
Google that, your snitch ass, that shit made up
Kevin Gates; your bitch ass'll get ate up
For nonbelievers who thinking I won't get you killed
Just take it from me, you'll get the steel
I walk up on him like, make the right move
Thirty thou in thirty minutes or I'ma take your life, fool
He said, "haaah?", I buck the 40 on him, he like, alright, cool
Now that's progressive, after I pull the Name Your Price tool
B motherfucking Magic, round one, nigga

[Round 1: Conceited]
Yo, it's what y'all been waiting for
Conceited vers' B Magic, this is a homi'
I'm the one that taught this kid how to drop his shit
Made him get on the potty
Y'all done finally put the Karate Kid against Mr. Miyagi
But since y'all think Magic's worth it, I'ma be a plastic surgeon
Cause I'm fixing a body
Nigga, you only rep the blue till the death of you when it's beneficial
This nigga want to be very Crip till I leave him very crippled
Them real locs run up on him
You see a flag get dropped without a ref and whistle
So don't say that color's in your veins
And your Cripping's dead official
Cause we all say you like Beyoncé
We don't believe that blue was ever in you
Nigga, you don't get the pistol, or be dumping out the strap
You just running out your trap
How is your name Magic
And you still ain't pulling nothing out the cap?
Nigga, I'm coming with the gat at the spur of the moment, that nose is longer, I'll put that Ginobili on ya
I took the heat out, like Tony Parker
And a hollow killed your ass like Total Slaughter
It ain't no secret, faggot, you know I'm harder
My style's way better
Your style's too plain in the building like the Trade Center
Everybody can get these TECs; it's like a chain letter
You gon' see one arm pop; Swave Sevah
For the smallest problems, let hollows from the K stretch ya
You can get hit by a tip over something tiny like Mayweather
Y'all know this nigga's B Magic, Black Magic, June, that's real rap
But this nigga's real name is Jerry Douglas
That's not a punchline, that's real facts
Oh, what, you thought that I didn't know?
Infrareds on top of hammers, beams with the scope
You gonna see a bunch of ratchets and rednecks on Jerry like the Springer Show
Twin guns, I fill drums, and you lift them both
I'm the type to raise up two black 4s to niggas like Different Strokes
Nigga, I will hit your folks when I'm sprayin'
Your whole family gettin' the clip like the Wayans
I'll even go to black church, with a pastor, ratchet
The deacon be singing, "Let Us Pray"
Bow your heads, and we Amen
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, pass the ratchet, the D can be singing, let us spray
We'll bow your heads when we aimin'
What?! What?! Nigga, I ain't playing
What you gonna do when that gat bursts slugs?
Until you see that ratchet show like Bad Girls Club
Nigga, you gonna run to the crib, you ain't even sort of hard
Talking that jazz, I'll bring the shell to where you live like 40 Barrs
The reason you only making racket over the net like a tennis ball
Is because my style is something that Black jack without a deck of cards
I mean, nigga, you stole my setups down to the way I say every bar
That's why nobody will ever know who the hell you are
How does it feel to steal everything like Aladdin and it still didn't get you far?
So learn how to be your own fucking man, and man up, nigga
I bet you won't swear to it and put your right hand up, nigga
That's how we know watching Seinfeld the only time we'll see Jerry be a stand-up nigga
Faggot, I showed you how to do a battle with straight punches through
Pay attention, I'm just teaching June; that's summer school
But he gon' act like he been rapping like that
And nothing was the same
Little shorty, stop, you like 40 Glocc
You ain't bring no punches to the game, nigga
Hah?!

[Round 2: B Magic]
You about to witness bars, more than Nine-Lifers and nine cyphers
You couldn't hang with that Surf, ninja, Rob Schneider
You wouldn't be fucking with the kid; that's the Pied Piper
See, this Mitch'll get smoked like Mekhi Phifer
My nigga, I do the do, I'm a LiveWire
You'll get confronted with the hawk; I'm Rod Piper
He'll lift in this bitch, that's not stilettos
A big shell stick to his back; Donatello
I'm beast mode, the heat holder, I C4 ya
The street poet, I speak sonnet, decode it
R.I.P. Conceited gon' be leaking with the deceased odor
Have a nigga from New York under cover; Malik Yoba
Call a crime lab, I'm killing me a motherfucker
Take the strap from this nigga like, "this 9 mine"
Then kill him with his own shit; I'm John John
You'll see Magic ring on him like Don Juan
Strap under my Sean John, you gon' get it bad
Cause if he by these new pumps, he'll be in the bag
My advice, buck a pistol and shoot
Cause we can fight steel with steel like Bishop in Juice
Bitch, tuck your tail, better split like the percolator move
Or your lights'll get knocked out like the circuit breaker loose
If you bugging, you'll get sprayed, I exterminated groups
Metal talking, Con'll run like Terminator 2
My bars vicious, is y'all with it? Cause the TEC'll blam
I'm from a place where they killed Mike, you should never land
I'm hot, dog, if y'all grilling, you better scram
I pop corns if anybody in Con' session stand
Get your bars up, Mick Foley with this damn 9
Why show a dude love if he ain't half of the man, Con?
A step away from blowing up, cause if I land mine
I'm trying to murk niggas, you the first dipping like Cam'ron
Tell 'em I'm the truth, put steel into his roof
Indiana game, if they saying Reggie, mill'll shoot
Don't get it twisted, you'll get boxed, Duncan Pinderhughes
Listen, go to the whip after making the car crash
Screaming, "fuck Con," pulling Reggie out the car dash
Getting y'all thrashed, whip y'all ass, I'll bust a slug
A chrome Desi'll roast Reggie like Buddy Love
R.I.P., I'm killing this shit
Testifying is the only time he lifting the fifth
This young gun rock a fella, you ain't getting the drift?
That mean you hear a MAC, bitch, a milli'll spit
Who fucking with me? Nigga, not you, for damn sure
What, you gonna go and get the blicky? Clap and pop it?
Or maybe I should split like a banana, is that an option?
Nigga, you punching without landing; you shadowboxin'
I give Reggie the 7; that's a convict
Then give him the 4 plus the nickel for that nonsense
This 47 get to safety when I palm this
My patriot's buckin' near your bronco; I'm John Lynch
I'm from where the Lou is, ain't nothing fairer, Con
You don't want to box for real, look in the mirror, Con
Bird nigga, if the Eagle acting foul, Con
Coming masked up with the hammer, you'll think I'm Shao Kahn
B motherfucking Magic, nigga

[Round 2: Conceited]
Y'all know how this shit go
I told him once, this motherfucker scared
I'm from the motherfucking Lou
That's how this motherfucker play it
You beat up Fox? You heard what this motherfucker said?
You got scooped up and slammed on your motherfucking head!
I thought I was going to see, "it's B motherfucking Magic, the nigga that be dumping 'em"
Instead, you was holding onto Fox looking like you hugging him
Nigga, you didn't throw one swing
When you did, you started tumblin'
You do all these punches in your battles, why you ain't throw no punches then?
I couldn't believe you got your ass whooped like that with a bunch of guys around you
You was swinging like this, like it was a bunch of flies around you
Then this nigga was begging for help, but Suge's ass wouldn't
Fox had you choked out, you was like... you know how like when you get that good-ass whoopin'?
Then you choked against Rum Nitty, choked against Big T
I thought, "when is this gonna stop and end?"
In his battles, he be choking so much
I thought he was fighting Fox again
I'm dropping him
He'll be scared of seeing that 45 like he middle age
Bring niggas to his crib like I'm in real estate
Then run in airin' like a had a busy day
I already told you, like Triple Eight
I'll take the three out; that's a triple play
It's in my pedigree to put two caps by his head like Triple H
Isn't it ironic it's gonna be morning when he get awake?
I'll show up and put a cap on that box like Minute Maid
I'll get the MACs out like I'm lifting weights
You couldn't be next to Con if you were a prison mate
Only thing you ever put the mill on was a dinner plate
And I'm just keeping it on the real like fishing bait
But since you're acting the way your bitch do
I'll weave with extensions
Bangs are getting sprayed, I'll get the TECs to rise here to make Jerry curl when the finger wave
This nigga stay living off me, he a parasite
How y'all comparing us when he ain't as half as nice?
Cause in his battles, most of his punches don't land, it's like the Dizaster fight
That's cause you throw a zillion wack-ass punchlines, you don't care if they dumb or not
So how y'all say he's so cold when his name is June, so we know only some are hot?
Nigga, I'll up your guap
I'ma take dirty money no matter where your faith at
Did he know I got one twelve and a MAC?
Thinking you a bad boy, it should be no biggie for you to take that
Your whole team can get a cap like a Brave's hat
After I put the mill on him like a placemat
Nigga, I'll dump and pile the cans like Ajax
This little toy that's hot will be on him; that's a race track
Cause I'm the type to make the steel ring like a cage match
For all that rapping them candy bars, I'm loading up every shell
It'll take nothing but a finger to put it all in this nigga; that's caramel
Your ride can keep getting a round; that's a carousel
For anything that Black said, take out Black head; that's Clearasil
And I bet you that'll make B leave, like a fairy tale
Mr. Black Magic, I'll send him straight to hell if I cock the thing
I pack twelve and keep a big ten like college teams
After a round, you going to the corner; that's a boxing ring
You got destroyed by Charron and Real Deal, this is not a dream
Them white boys beat you with bars on cam
Nigga, you Rodney King
Honestly, when them hammers are spittin'
You better run, kid, when that can get to grippin'
Because that bitch dump and bow like Angela Simmons
Hah?!

[Round 3: B Magic]
Line his circle up, I put this 4 up to Con neck
All his family reunion like, "where Con at?"
Clear the building after I make a call; that's a bomb threat
Con, check, I shoot every tattoo off of Con chest
"Conceited"? You look more like a snitch, what about "Con-fess"?
You's a bitch nigga that hang with bitch niggas, without a doubt
My Brooklyn niggas said the first time they seen you was on Wild 'N Out
Who wildin' out? Magic palming the biscuit
Every motherfucker rolling behind Con is gon' feel it
Got a pine box in the cemetery, Con should go visit
This bitch is fucked behind these bars; conjugal visit
Yo, step it up, St. Louis, a.k.a. the new Afghan
Keep the ratchet on me in the club like a lap dance
You don't want to see me, you a coward
It's gon' be a long ride, so hold on, like Mimi in the shower
False bitch, think I won't smack you, I'll hem' him up
Ike Turner, St. Louis niggas been slapping bitches up
Fuck the guns, we can box and all that
And I kill Con, feeling like Spock from Star Trek
Give me space, is it my lyrics is just better, Con?
Got a question, what's with the spiky shoes and the leather, Con?
You wear leather pants with zippers on... never mind
This TEC a 9 and buckle your cap like a leprechaun
Ain't no love in hip hop and that's a fact; Joseline
I'm swinging where a flock of bitches at, want a meal?
You will eat a shell, shit'll crack
For the bread, I'll bury those niggas, it's a wrap
Can you dig it? Shit, I might as well let a Glock touch ya
Got all types of clips in store just to block busters
A west-sider with this green on me
All on the east side high with this lean on me
I say, fuck you, yeah I think Con rapping is borin'
You'll get clapped for performin'
What you know about the smack and the dormin?
You rap, but what gat are you actually palmin'?
I'm in the dump with the metal like the statue of Jordan
But you be dumping? Nigga, your name light in the streets
I got a wild style, and Con don't like to get beat
You hyping the beast, bullets coming out the can doing him
Just don't let it go to your head like Brand Nubian
Stake out at your car with the 40 on my waist
He walk in the parking lot, leaving the party finna shake
Bad Boys 2, you know when Marcus daughter finna date?
I meet Reggie at the door and put a 40 in his face
Yeah, you know what it is
But yo, check it
But I'm supposed to believe you dumping that TEC
Well, you was about to sit up on another man's neck
That's gay, whoever thought of it a fag, yes
But who's gayer, the nigga who heard it and said yes
Who is it? It's B Magic, motherfucker
The show arrived, turning y'all schemers into all of y'all dreamers
Pull up with heaters, all in y'all thinkers
Passing them out on stage like August Alsina
I told him once, this motherfucker scared
I'm from the motherfucking Lou
This how a motherfucker play it
Beat me? Can you believe what this motherfucker said?
You must've slipped, fell, and bumped your motherfucking head
B motherfucking Magic, nigga

[Round 3: Conceited]
Yo, when I show up at niggas' pad drawn, it's not Pictionary
I got a gun that's so big, fuck a magazine, that shit take dictionaries
I got your bitch on my private like we in the military
And I'm dead going deep in that box like I'm in the cemetery
If you getting away, I be getting a gauge, like I'm getting married
Dump and then skirt with the pump like a secretary
I will tell all of my niggas to lift the semi
As soon as I scream, "buck it," bullets would've been in Jerry
So why would I ever worry about his simple raps?
No URL, but you can get this MAC
That means I got the ten for you like Reynolds Wrap
So stop the chitty chat, nigga, you don't lift the strap
And got guns slinging, you got none singing like Sister Act
So you like a bottle of patron, cause you wouldn't lick a cap
I figured that anybody who said he won or lost, I'll call them awesome liars
I mean, you thought you were gonna beat me in this battle and be brought up higher?
Nigga, you burn so much trees, it'll be Smokey the Bear
He'll come out when there's a forest fire
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, it'll be smokey, the barrel come out and point when the 4 is fired
This nigga's always trying, but he ain't even kind of scary
You can get ate behind bars, that's commissary
Nigga, make your own style, stop looking for the shortcut, bitch, Halle Berry
Nigga, you damn right, I watch cartoons, so?
I don't care what whoever think, Magic School Bus, Tom and Jerry
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, whoever think Magic's cool, bust a tom in Jerry
This is something that's very crazy, it's something I got to mention
I don't know if y'all know his fatass girlfriend Latasha Simpson
Don't try to tell me, "she ain't fat, she got a fat ass," nigga
No, she is a fatass, nigga, and she looks like a fatass nigga
The worst part is this nigga's married her
She got two twins that's not even his, don't you get it, little nigga?
That means some other cat did more shit to that box than kitty litter
You met them children when they turned four though, you don't get the picture?
It's not smart, guy, to raise up twins that are not yours like Sister, Sister
Now, look, look
Daddy Daycare, Captain Save-a-Ho
This nigga getting mad, he want to grip the blicker, he want to cock and peel
Nigga, you shooting it like you being a stepfather
Even those kids know you don't pop for real
But if you get close, I'm like a klepto, because I got the steel
Paramedics gonna have to patch things up like Dr. Phil
Nickel-plated mag, penny-plated bullets, you'll get shot and killed
Like David Blaine, thinking you street, Magic, I'll show you how that copper feel
On the real, I've had enough of it
I'ma pull Magic card no matter how hard you shuffle it
Because it's nothing but lies in your delivery you feed us
June know he on some other shit
Yo, every nigga you bring with you can get sniped off
I got the stick under arm for any man sent, that's Right Guard
Shout-out to you even making it on Summer Madness
But compared to me, you got light bars
This is Uno, why'd y'all think this would be a draw for
When I'm the reason it's a wild card?
Your whole team can hop in the bag, that's a sack race
You gonna see a lot of big shots, like he's backstage
Nigga, you can hold the cig like an ashtray
I got two black 8s and these'll be on the Magic like when Shaq played
Nigga, the only person you ever put in work with was a classmate
When real Crips see you, they see food and take this crab cake
So I don't want to hear nothing how your MAC spray
It's like them old-ass plays, we can see them bodies you make up, nigga
Just by looking at Black face
Hah?!