URLtv, Chilla Jones, B Magic - B Magic vs Chilla Jones lyrics

Well let's start with disrespect
You a ho nigga you'll catch a hollow on this
Stage with this colt, chilla
Two arms cocked on your chest
Like a slow nigga
I'll throw you a couple bucks
Like a broke nigga
Magic got these bars let's get straight to it
Steak knife if Chilla play hype
I'm a shank right through
Em Nina full of hollows that's a tip drill
I'm from St louis smack threw Chilla in the
Fire like Frank Lucas what you think that he
Superman an action hero?
Let's see these capes when I slide
Up in that black Camero
Clock his chest he gon' see
That Flash like Smack apparel
I'll give em all he can
Eat like a Cracker Barrel
See Koch Records couldn't drop


This kind of gem (Jim) Jones
I blade guys I bet your
Face slide like Sprint phones
Better yet I bet your face
Lift like Kimb' Jones
Heat rock a meaning how I
Fire 'til your brim stone
He got Gusto to see these bars trust us
I dead mics If we see war
You'll get these big ass biscuit's
When he sees 4's his wig'll curl
Under his skully like CB4
Pull a strap on me it's on fool
That 32 in that Jag let me
Tell you what it's gon' do
I'll let them shells run in backs
That's all because Jones drew
You talkin' to a killa you
Ever seen Phone Booth?
Chilla sound kinda Charlie
Yo Clips they cloned you
Heat blast, freeze tag
I bet you he won't move
Catch a flying fist of fury
No lesson in Kung Fu
All that barking I'll open your
Top if son woof (sunroof)
This nigga gonna die for actin' deadly
Snub nose ring on a rapper like Makaveli
For actin' scary I'm in your hood
Like this not yo' block
So call me James Earl Jones
When that Roscoe pop
Pardon me when I palm her
It got a joyful noise
Pop in the clip and I'm flippin'
On 'em like The Hardy Boys
I mean this blazer I got
Don't come in Corduroy
The gun'I I pull your front'll hang
Out like a corner store
You think you fuckin' with Magic
You must be smoking wire
This round here could tell y'all
Who the dopest writer
I hit this boy scouts camp
Just to forty five ya
This marshmellow'I I get s'more
If I open fire i hope you die when your
Round done playing gutter
Smack you done sending these
Scraps I'm demanding supper
The can'll blucka any fucker wit'chu
That came to root
Get 21 when I buck it like a game of hoops
Don't panic brother you'll say
Somethin' then run
If it's beef at steak I'm A-1 then some
Fuck talkin' if you want them Tecs
(texts) I'll send some
Magic shots flew like H1N1
I'll let a 380 spray on these baby ape
I'll put Jones in a box
You better say your grace
You know Grace Jones, Jones Box
Say your grace that Tommy Lee Jones Men in
Black like Agent K

Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip
Every time I see you my nigga
It's the same shit
12 battles in you rarely ever change shit
That's why ya name Magic you only
Good for the same trick so let me guess
In the Lou' you bang with real guerillas
And Jones a clone cause you can
See the "ill" in "Chilla"
Or maybe bullets a fill a dome
When you peel a chrome
To kill Jerome when you put me on ice
That's how you chill a Jones
But like perm head 'Verb said "name flips
That's an amateurs move"
That's what you amateurs do
Now let show you how the animals do
For that bull I'm bison
That'll show you nigga Jones the GOAT
This cat will
(cattle) die here from a cal (cow)
Tucked in my over coat i bare
(bear) arms and buck for the doe
When I hold the toast so if you dare
(dear) snake my dogs I oughta
(otter) go for (gopher) broke
I'm supposed to joke?
Nah I'm a use schemes to break you
But since you reppin' them C's then
To the seas I take you
Ya ex say I'm ill (ell) , that's a bad trick
She fish for compliments I tune her
(tuna) out, keep my lips sealed
And that's it, you pipe her on a
(piranha) bed she don't howl a bit (halibut)
Mad stiff so, baby doll finna
(dolphin) wail (whale)
Like she never had dick
So that's land and that's sea
But in case I ain't clear
Let's go to one last place and I'm
A take you through the air
Now all ya ex chickens wanna
Swallow a cock or two (cockatoo)
So while you sippin' hen hen'
I'm a have them coo-coo pigeons hawking you
So duck if them two cans
(tucans) squawk at you blue tooth so I'll
(owl) take the eagle and pair it (parrot)
And watch it talk to you
Stop it dude, fans raving
(raven) like you go hard
You'll see hawks cause foul can
(falcons) get ya throat scarred
Start robbin'
Snatch ya canaries when I bow god
BNE flow I just hit you with some crow bars
I'm Larry Bird when I grab my waste
Reppin' Boston with 2 Tre's
(32) to shoot in Magic's face
With them eights my team Bucks no Wisconsin
And you PG sophomores be slick talking
Trying to bully who? Us, the freshman?
Huh, well I'm shit starting with two eights
(28) behind the locker like Chris Johnson
I'm 'bout to flip, told John John to dash out
Seen Ciddy and JC and had them mags out
And Magic still took this battle
But should've backed out
With this Virginia Tech
Tec I'm taking that whole class out
See cats doubt I can win like
It ain't worth one try since they all lying
Lion guess I gotta hurt son pride
Order the blazer, one tie
A white shirt hung dry
So when this dick head get
Cut, a suit for sir, comes sized
Circumcised i sigh
But at least you got a Tux when you die
And who bettin' on Magic?
Good so you ain't the only one
Putting bucks on this guy
Homie shoulda brought Harlem here with 'em
Cause it's gon be a murder
With Clips unless lucks (Lux) on ya side
Get struck from the ride til you die
(Ready To Die) you small minded
I'm 'bout my BI g, but wait BIG
Put it together and make a word now
And hold on to it I get to the third round
Absurd sound in ya apartment of clapping
The neighbors talking to the
Sergeant and captain
All they saw was 20 out that black and silver
Like they watching (washing) McFadden
And a body on magic carpet
Like they watching Aladdin
Imagine the better man lose
Try to throw a combo
Get John Doe'd before you ever land two
You getting' clocked, watch
It's time to reprimand dude so fight ours
(hours) , a minute before ya second hand move
Gun drawn, he freeze like "Chill
I ain't the war type"
But which body part should I
Hit? I ponder more like
I'm thinking the knee, BLAOW!
He hit the floor, yikes
I'm thinking the chest, blaow!-blaow!
I hit his core twice
Then I walk up on the bodyput
His face on my four sight
Now I'm thinking the head BLAOW!
Now that's four sight (FORESIGHT)
You hear the crowd roar like "WOOOH!"
That's why they hate ya boy
Cause having Flair that ain't even
In ya Nature Boy your X wet
(X-MEN) cause I'm a Beast like Hank McCoy
The way the toy a kill these
(Achilles) men I bet you think of Troy
BOSS TOWN!

B Magic vs chilla Jones, who can rap better?
I'm knowing this a saying but
Fucking with this crack nigga
You gonna end up dead or
Behind bars I'm that nigga
Pitch bullets to your stomach your homie
Gonna be your back catcher
I'll spin 'em til it jam like a club song
You dead wrong Mia Long wouldn't Love Jones
You must be blind you looking for I where
(eye wear)
Glasses frame off contact ask me if I care
(eye care) see I'm prepared for any punch
That he may land
Instead of getting bucked in sections
Like a pay plan you gon get these arms
Stretching like Space Jam
Right hook you'll get rocked to
Sleep like a caveman
I can't stand this niggas schemes
I don't get the chump
What thug rap about solar systems
Like that shit is crunk?
He say a bar an slow it
Down like we missed the junk
We gonna call Chilla Johnny Cage
Cause he split the punch
I'll tell you what, if he got to tripping
These cans'I I open up busting
If I got the biscuit's
I can teach you something
Nigga you gotta listen
So pay and hope that I school
You he got to wishing (tuition)
Let's turn it up I get
The ratchets to clap him
What bastard gon back'em after I start this
Massive attack You got burners then clap'em
Cause Magic be blastin it after'em
Get a cap to his chest
Like the National Anthem
Now these some mothafuckin bars
Let's get this through
It ain't a damn thing broke
When I get the tools you'll get alarm
(ed) , clocked if I hit the snooze
When you battle a Star Jones
You get The Views
This nigga probably call the cops
And have a telethon (tell-a-thon)
I ain't never lying
I'll beat the shit outta Elton John
I'll walk up on this bitch
Nigga with a mega 9 that nina blew
(blue) around heads like MegaMind
This B Magic mothafucka acknowledge me
Big straps that'll take that
Back like apologies
And honestly we can throw those hands
I came to tussle Serious (Serius)
I give Jones some Clips he can't rebuttal
This motherfucker be on some make
Believe rap and shit
Homies ask Chilla to ride
He start acting sick
But, you follow niggas with the
Choppa ain't that some shit
I'm at the window with the
Choppa I'm Malcolm X
See watch it G, bounce back like 2 squares
Mohawks (more hawks) then cool hair, can it ball like pools near
You'll get a bulldog under your
Mug like root beer if you wanna die I I I
Book bags like school gear
I'll roll up at night night you a dead nigga
Two K's
(2K) take him out the game like Reg Miller
This round Chris Brown take it
To the head nigga
Leave your homies Smokey on your
Porch like Craig nigga b muthafucking Magic

Setup, punchline, punchline, name flip
Every time I see you my nigga
It's the same shit
We two rounds in, you rarely ever change shit
That's why name Magic you only
Good for the same tricks
It's either name flips or
Punchlines back to back
Well I could do it too which
Makes the next round action packed
That 'matic clap
Let ya can spit they aim to trust
Them riders trained to bust
(bus) like public transit
My fans stick in the building I'm now known
And when this connect
(disconnect) all he gon hear is a dial tone
Clown Jones next to ya broad
I'm letting 20 fire
Shoot and knock juice from your apple
Now ya blood beside her (cider)
Thugs could be riders until it's bombs away
Only time son pulling my card
Is on Father's Day
Look I see through pussies like lingerie
The fifth clap it get the
Kid napped like John Benet
No being calm today I'm getting cocky on 'em
But still on
(stallion) my sly shit, going Rocky on 'em
Your crew getting air lifted when
That shotty on 'em
That's the only time you seen a
Choppa with bodies on 'em
I'm warning all they partners
Cause it hard to get blue
Blew up out a pussy like Beyonce doctors
How they thought they'd stop us?
Soldiers in them hoodies let me find out
You bold enough to push me
Only cause them Crips rolling with
You like you Tookie
Make you tumble now them Crips rolling
With you like you took E
But how he look G copping
Plain clothes like a undercover
Dudes I brought with me got semi's
Like a bunch of truckers
See I ain't nerdy like them other suckers
So if you don't watch ya step, POP!
That'll be a mother fucker
Niggas tough til they get that phone call I
Got ya girl trapped in the bathroom
I'm bout to kill her fam'
I know you got work here Magic
I need a milligrams
Give me a headache, them cals involved
Caps will peel then I'm a leave
(Aleve) her bare on a towel and all (Tylenol)
That's what you do to niggas right?
You be robbing 'em and deading 'em?
Well how it feel to get a
Taste of ya own medicine?
See ya death was an expected fate
See money was sacrificed to the
God like a collection plate
Oh ya protection great? I'm
The department of housing
You'll move out as soon as
You get your section ate (8)
I know what you thinking
You should've had somebody help you right?
Well I agree, you should've
Had somebody help, you right
Better yet
You should've had somebody help you right
I stretch marks the best bars he
Try to sell you lite (cellulite) , right?
Well fat chance and that man
Could get a backhand too
That lead clap if he don't get his
Head wrapped like an Afghan do
You'll see inside his cap fam that's
What these cats can do (cat scan)
But damn you, nigga Chill's the one If
You the bar for bar king
I'm a punch until ya grill is numb
A body shot release the oxygen
That filled his lungs
I leave the king with no air
(heir) like I killed his son
Oh you above king? I pulled ya
Cards and they all fake
I'll jack your queen to leave your
Blood on the wall ace, wait
"Wall, " "Ace, " put it together
Make it a word now then hold onto it
'til I get to the 3rd round
I heard clowns talking saying I
Ain't a match for you huh i am
(M) A G, if I see
(C) A L you gon' need something MAGICAL
In case you can't spell let me
Run that bar back for you
I MAG if I CAL you gon need something magical
I'm tactical
And right now I felt the need to show it I
Just spelled that word out and
You and even know it Boss town

Scheme, scheme, scheme
Scheme and some lame shit
Every battle I see this nigga he
Be doing the same shit
I'm raw pussy fuck your
Thoughts like cybersex
Tripping I'll run up on this nigga
Like a flight of steps
Have them hoes running out the truck
Like where the fire at
Pull out and leave this mark in
The street like tire tracks
Boy it ain't a Heat fitted when I fire caps
And you couldn't get this title
Back with title match
With that bullshit you got money to
Burn if you buying that
A G strapped you'll get de-capped
Like a Tigers hat this guy is wack I win
(wind) chill and breeze passed
You soft don't make me get this
Nigga from the Bean bagged
Your bitch gimme long face
Like the Scream mask
She light up my joints like a Dreamcast
Magic I love it how
Your bitches daughter seeming
I had this nigga pushing
Daisies like Morgan Freeman
You think I'm playin"til that
Semi blam your dome so lego
(let go) of them games this ain't Indiana
Jones
Fuckin' nerd you never let the weapon spit
My whole team been locked up
For possession like the Exorcist
So nigga miss me with that
Choppa bursting extra shit you my son
(Mysonne) I ain't gonna have none
Of that extra lip
I say it's game time you'll get
Every punch from Tekken 6
I'll tell you what get sent back
If you was Heaven sent
Put money on it I'll murk
Him for Jerome lettuce
In other words still a bus if Jerome Bettis
Kill a nigga on stage when I'm on
Feel the tip of these 44 and
I'm taking your mic Jones
Who? Mike Jones I'm taking your life homes
Glen Johnson over hand right
If we fight Jones
Boy you fucking with a heavyweight
Ya soul lift i mean Magic make him levitate
Your bitch can die just for
Picking up your celly late
I'll put a couple in his
Top like a wedding cake
Got something this cat'll lack
(Cadillac) if it escalate (Escalade)
This nigga couldn't whip a vet
If it was a Chevrolet see I bring the peace
(piece) to him like he meditate
Just know I will fire
(welfare) and give your section 8
Let's get it straight
When that AR blucka you'll die
Wet when I buck it
(bucket) like Ray Charles brother
But let me rephrases that bar
That I was tryna say
I'll rock your frame with the
Heat like a fireplace
It's west side of St lou
Bitch don't get bagged
You wouldn't fucking with E but
Now you getting cash
I'm strapped with that Screaming
Eagle like Six Flags
Stretch 'em soon as he hit
The door like gym class
Do something besides schemes which
Yo' bitch ass
I want this mothafucka to jump get mad
Then big mac Rolling Stones like Mick Jag
Black eagle 5th to his chest like McNabb
I told him once this muthafucka scared
I'm from the mothafucking Lou'
That's how we mothafucking play it
Beat me can you believe
What this mothafucka said
Must have tripped fell and
Bumped his mothafucking head

Punchline, punchline, name flip
They say I'm one dimensional too
Here's where the game switch
Fuck the schemes and punchlines let's
Look at facts here
You said Real Deal's a teacher
And YK's a cashier, who cares?
So you think when a nigga work we
Must get a 9 to 5
And just to get how a trigger work
So when you say you on your job
With the 9 in ya grip, well me too
I'll breeze through, squeeze tools
Lighten ya strip
And still make it back to work
Just in time for my shift
See punchlines is the shit but a
Mix give you that perfect style
Instead of using that one trick
Try being versatile
What else you got for the fans? You
A disgrace to the game Magic
Earving Johnson played every position
You a disgrace to the name Magic
He could pass, shoot
Rebound and play defense
Continue to improve and get
Better every season
So I'm a make it tragic cause
I'm alone and I to y'all
Since he saying he sick I
Ain't gon play with Magic
He couldn't hang with his neck in a noose
With every punch I black on
This bitch like domestic abuse
See the truth, you want more money and think
URL is hating you
This out ya class they named the Don King and
Don't let you get a pay per view
But, if sonny ain't listing
(Sonny Liston) me top 10 he's crooked fam'
Soon as I threw my hat in
(Hatton) the ring, he shoulda ran (Duran)
Survive, you may, whether
(Mayweather) I weigh when we tie son (Tyson)
But ain't you the
(Juda) same dude that said I
Would die son (Dawson)
Listen, not one right nor 10 bows
(Bowe) could slow me still
We know who top 3 in the Lou is
(Lewis) so homie chill
You cold though (Cotoo) but Mosley reel
But Jonesy peel with that four man (Foreman)
I leave bullets in every hole he fill
(Holyfield) show me skill, show me skill
Do something different
Shit I ain't stopping you, but you can't
So you ain't fucking with Jones Jr
That's why I'm boxing you
A shot or two make a G new car spin
Before you use your blinker
Bullets going through that black T you
(U) are (R) in (N) but waitt U R N
Put it together and make a word now
And hold on to it, wait this is the 3rd round
Ayo Magic where ya strap is at?
You Siegfried and turn Roy
When my cats attack
He grab a pen and tell a (Penn And Teller)
Young chick to call cause they gotta chill
See Magic don't even card tricks
Before he cop a feel (Copperfield)
Now those words to remember
Who know what those 3 be now? Don't matter
He 'bout to die from one punch Houdini style
Don't say shit or my clique
Could make it get painful
Act Big while it's my turn
(WALLACE) and meet Chris Angel