URLtv, B Magic, Real Sikh - B Magic vs. Real Sikh lyrics

Round 1: Fight
I say, 'bout to get real faded
Drum in his ear, Mike Will Made It
Paul Wall, blew a slug in his mouth
I'm grill makin' 45, 40 Cal's, steel plated
100 rounds, no relation but Real ate it
(related) his first cousin
Face shot with the first dozen
Not the turban off his head
Walk all in the church cussin'
Gon' need a Tylenol
Your whole frame get hurt
Body ache, Real leave
(relieve) before the pain get worse
Now I'ma still spray ya
More "Real" flips, that's the deal breaker
Beforе you throw a bomb on your chest
Do me this little favor
Lеt me tell my kids I killed
Osama for this little paper
And one Quick Time open the clip all on Real
Player mr name Flip King, punchline too
Think you punch until I show
You what these punchlines do
It's gonna be Startin' Something if
I lose my cool (Michael)
Your body's floatin' in the water
If they run by you (Bayou)
Conversation with my Drac' before
I'm Hawking you son
I'ma take my safety off you
Discharge you and run
You gon' stay right by my
Side 'til the officers come
And I told my Hitman
"That's how you talk to yo' gun"
I keep a Smith & with a fifth
You keep trippin' with it Crip
Have Real lyin' on his back like
He depended on the shit
It's, 'I Just Don't Give A Fuck' I'm Eminem
I'm on my shit
Yo there's a 'Monster' in my homie
Magic 'Venom' in this bitch
Should I turn up? Nah nigga
Watch me go up and switch the flow
It's been cold man (Coleman)
Even playin' as a kid like Different Strokes
Don't make me flip yo' whole shit
That's on a different note real in trouble
(treble) like baitin' gators on
A fishin' boat house Party
Act Immature and you get checked in a second
Kid N Play, tryin' to showboat
Ya chick get a message
The beat'll be the reason she
Blew my brains out
She performed in a living room nigga
Sex is a weapon you know God? Well you gon'
Need that and a reverend cap a
(Kappa) nigga, take you out for
(Alpha) for tryin' to step in my section
Me and six of the homies
MAC-11's to stretch him
So as soon as you hit the door, "Welcome to 7
11" it's B Magic posted up with these 45s
Just know it's Magic when they tell
You "the show has arrived"

Damn, you ain't switch up ya shit?
I was hopin' you would switch up for this
Buncha name flips
I'm gettin' Real Sikh (sick) of this shit
The culture said that me and
Chilla put on a classic
I finally got haters now
Guess I'm good at this rap shit
Them pussies are mad, which is
(witches) stirrin' the pot
So I bet they blood boil
When I'm cookin' wit' Magic
You used to be my favorite
The best on the channel
Now you just another rapper
Death gotta handle
If bullets are statements
This headshot a sample
Now I'm the role model, you gettin' lead
(led) by example i block every punch thrown
Your shoulder end up broke
It won't be able to swing
Right like Trump votes
Whatcha want? Old or new
School? The sub' both
Cause it lean rappers but it
Got a Big Pun flow what? I don't duck smoke
Up close, front row
Son don't run home, I unload a drum roll
My nightstand a gun show
I grab a chopper off the top
And find out where B headed
(beheaded) cause I'm cutthroat he dead!
Get a mean left and I keep deckin' you
Then you gon' need hella medics
To be helpin' you
Even if he's still breathin' his
Speakin' won't seem sensible
Knocked out so long it'll fuck
Up his sleep schedule keep it within reach
That's what Sikh's believe in
Said your fingers twistin' C's
You got some misdemeanors
Probably been in little beefs
I'm from a different region
Where killin' people's acceptable if you
Do it for religious reasons i really mean it
Salute the God in Heaven
You can die in two to five seconds
I'll throw you off the roof if
You move in my direction
I'm talkin' you off the ledge
Like suicide prevention you should be quiet
If I slammed you on your shit I'd
Turn battle rap to a ladder match
That's how it can get
Don't be actin' up with Sikh
You won't know the gravity of the situation
'til I show you gravity exists
You gon' bleed on this time
Piece I just bought fam'
I ain't really tryin' to stain it
But, if one cross land
That punch'll draw so much blood
Off hands that I get
It off the watch like I won on cam'
Draw, let's see who'll shoot the quickest
I spark with the speed 'til
He blew the engine
Paint the wall with his dreams
With a toolie spittin'
Left his thoughts on the scene
Like a movie critic you thinkin'
"Who this kid?" Cause you don't
Know what I got my shit's so direct
It don't matter if you show up or not
You can leave i can be alone on the spot
Just rap to the camera and lower ya stock
Your pockets gonna get snatched
I rob him and I sit back
He like, "Give me my wallet"
I'm watchin' him just get mad
That's for his bitch ass
You seen him stumblin' in his battles
He used to tryin' to get his shit back
You fucked up so much
It make ya clean days suffer
Now we guessin' when you'll trip
Like them relay runners
Like how many bars in you
Think he may stutter?
We start expectin' at 16 like teenage mothers
Talkin' 'bout, "I told 'em once"
You ain't tellin' us shit
You'll be tryin' to tell us somethin'
Than forget what it is
I told him once, just once
Now I'm gettin' why you slip
Maybe if you said it more than
Once you'd memorize the shit
I'm 'bout to kill you so crazy with words
We gon' leave this clothing store with
Your face on a shirt jersey!

When they told me Akbars was bomb lines
Nigga I ran (Iran)
Why you gotta be like that? Nigga I can
Thrashin' niggas
Got a new toy, it's an action figure
It got one thing in common witchu
We both used to sell gas to niggas
Difference is
I was outside of the Shells Sikh was in
Grip the 10
You get outside of ya shell and get the twin
Keep cappin' and one of them
Shells gon' meet ya brim eddie Guerrero
A nigga can die tryin' to cheat the win
Look, don't ask me why been why
(Benoit) , you'll probably wanna kill yaself
Have your spirit lookin' at your
Body tryin' to feel yaself will it help?
I pull up with the strap the 30 off me
Hear dangerous
(Danja-us) outbursts like me vs coffee
Bitch relax
Then I pull up with a sawed off bitch
Pump put in work on him before
He can call off Sikh (sick)

I'ma do it all by myself, I'ma ball of rip
I'm the only one makin' it point
Like some ball hog shit
I'm 'bout to change my name to
Real Sikh Of This Shit
Just to battle you for the name
Of "Real Sikh" of this shit
You think you real sick well bitch
I'm real sick of this shit
Make me it baow in this I'm
Real sick of this shit

The flow master
Nigga, when I zone, watch the finger shoot
You say before you see them doctor suit's I
Can show you a thing or two
I got him sittin' in the car
They let go a Smith &
Caught him tryin' to drive
Off like motion sickness
That's fucked up what happened
To your car Sikh headshot, Craig pops
Fallin' back on my dog shit

He told me his pops got somethin'
That'll make 'em all lift
Then I went shoppin' and found out it
Was true when I called Lyft cab driver
Shit don't make me go and spray the pistol
You can't talk bad to my team bitch
They official
Put a hole in ya noggin and make a whistle
Bitch, I'm talkin' with this bitch from
The jump like Rachel Nichols
It's B Magic posted up with these 45s
Just know it's Magic when they
Tell you "the show arrived"

It's Magic when they tell
You the show arrived yeah
This the only rhythm that he keep
It used to be reason they
Think that he a beast
Magic always sound like he spittin' on a beat
The problem is he never thought
Of switchin' up a beat
This ain't a cipher! This a battle
You gotta attack a person
You don't know how to kill
That's why you ain't had me nervous
Such a backpacker nerd that
I can put the same beat behind all your
Battle versus and the words'll
Match it perfect that old flow
Is why no one lifted up your price
You ain't get your business right
Now your livin' isn't nice
So I can't expect him to make the
Beat switch up when he write
He can't even change what's
Instrumental in his life
See rappers like you
Need to be different wit' attacks
Writing a metaphor? That's for
Beginners of the craft
Your writtens scripted just to
Make a listener react fourth bar
No punch? Now they think the shit is wack
You conditioned it
I'm bringin' back the ability to rap
The pen and delivery
How the syllables will match
You so simple you really don't
Think it's iller and
Consider it filler unless it
Get a simile attached you punch?
Great job buddy
We learn how to kick and stuff
Now we mix it up
Jiu Jit'su submission clutch
Elbows, knees, in the gut
Bitch, I could lift you up
And you over here happy that
You can swing a punch?! Give it up!
Be direct, that's a method on the table
You shoot videos
That profession don't change you?
What? Your camera's shot in
A one-dimensional way too?
How them video edit's don't make
You direct a dope angle?
Chilla told you in 2013
Every battle is the same shit
Seven years came and went and I
Can use the same diss?
Didn't make your game switch
Even when the game switched?
No angling? You ancient, outdated
You just changed cliques
Joined EFB with Gotti and Nitty to stay lit
Cause they the main event and you ain't bitch
Makes sense cause he should've retired like
Irvin when the AIDS hit
Now Magic on the Dream Team and
He here trying to play Sikh (sick)?
You always in a battle rap crew
Repeatedly just movin' to team to team cause
You to feel like you included
Your favorite rappers be followers
Can't lead on his own two
He need to be in a big
Group cause he easy to influence
Nothing's special about you dawg
Your identity's so lost
Whatever clique you part of defines your
Strengths and all your flaws
Think about it, in Writer's Bloque
He was forgettin' what he thought
And now he ain't chokin' cause
He know Every Fuckin' Bar
"B muthafuckin' Magic", that's all he says
And now to all of y'all
"B muthafuckin' Magic" is the
Only sentence you recall
How you say your own name
So much whenever you perform
But still rap like you can't
Remember who you are
And see, shit like this
Is exactly why I'ma win i'm talkin' to you
And this pathetic life that you live
And the only way you gon' reply to this shit
Is to sound like you rhymin'
In a cipher again jersey!

I'm 'bout to give this Indian
Wings like rain dancers
Here to hit Real Sikh
(sick) in the head like brain cancer
Look, I stand in the street
And pop the lead off
The little can' won't spray in
Your mouth but knock a (Binaca) head off
"Little can", "spray in your mouth" "Binaca"
Indian head red when it rain Tatanka
When you see these guns like
Mine you think of Contra
It's shocking how I'm gettin' this green
I think I'm Blanka
Oh you gangsta, well if you hood homie
Than ride his tombstone read that "he stood
On it and died" i'm sick as Corona besides
The pneumonia inside
Leg shot, I'm from the hood, even bologna
(below ya knee) gets fried
Oh you sick Sikh? Well I got
A bullet you can catch
Oh you gangsta? Well let's see you
Lift a bullet off ya chest
You ain't gotta throw no hands brother
A nigga gettin' real tired
I thought you had a Chance brother
Than that nigga Real died let's rap rap
I'm coppin' a new coat for hidin' a new pole
If I pop and shoot it and pop it at you bro
And you happen to move slow
All you gonna know is me cockin' my tool bro
And them lockin' the room do' he bled so
(Bledsoe) bad all on his
Side he Antetokounmpo let's rap rap

Maaan you ain't even live enough
To be on Pay-Per-View
Y'all ever notice that's a fact?
Volume 1 that's the only URL
Pay-Per-View they had him at
And he did so bad against Ave you
Can't even watch the battle back
On the Video On Demand
The SMACK YouTube channel platform
And The App and me? Shit
My views from UDubb to them
IBattle screens been up vOD's in London
I traveled overseas to get them
My raps seen on SMACK league and then some
I even stacked green with Caffeine
I really had streams of income bitch
So if I'm the rookie, you the mascot here
Somebody gotta tell me how his raps top tier
Half the cats in my class's
Ultimate Madness matches surpassin' the
Battles Magic done had in the last five years
I've been iller
Since Chilla they think I should spar
Against killers, I get it, but dawg
I watched him since 15
Just a kid with some bars
Used to listen in awe, I'm
Sick of him fallin'
I gotta give him this talk
You was really a star
Big into sport, now you
In the middle division
Not considered a thought
You ain't sellin' out no venue when
You get in the card
You dealin' with minimum tickets
Like municipal court you had the torch
In your prime was threat but never
Took the time to reflect
Now you the only kind of a vet that
Can't help a new guy to progress
Your fire done left
Can't even pass the torch cause
You ain't reignited it yet
You that old chef, who's menu was closin'
'Til the new cooks made your
Ingredients more digestible for them
Your plates stopped sellin'
We made it better then sold it
While you over here cryin' 'bout
How your recipe's stolen
Instead of endin' your role
You desperately holdin' on
So we don't forget all your moments
In the back like
"I'm the best with the flow I I'm
The best with the flow I"
You sound like a broken record
Because your record's been broken
You that bum that graduated from college but
Still tryin' to turn the campus up
That's enough quit this battle stuff
I think you should work at a slaughterhouse
Cause then you learn to have the
Guts to hang it up crazy!

Ehhh, it was aight

You say that and you gettin' killed
Youall truth no bars, just listen

You stayed active so much past your best
You have no matchups left that make sense
They only ask to get you
When the cash is spent
From the budget of a SMACK event
But want new talent fresh in the fans hands
So Magic? Practice 'til I
Give you another classic what's sad
Is you have to accept when a contract is sent
Cause your fuckin' back half
Only cover half of
What you need to have for rent
Such an average vet you can't even
Request who to battle next
So you rap against whoever the fuck they
Tell you who to rap against
The staff really hates you but
I asked for this
Plate cause I'm a fan of the great you
The back in the days you spazzin' on stage
Best flow in battle rap was your lane
But, your status change
Be mad at the game rules
My value and fame grew i have to replace you
I feel bad, but I'm paid to
Now I've got the same job as an escape artist
When we got locked in, my hands were tied
Now I gotta use Magic to break through
I got the best flow in battle rap
Sharp as switchblades
Tell your favorite rappers I put
All of them in graves
Smack, put me on that Volume 6 stage
And I'ma make that small
Room volume Sikh's stage
I'm on that Jersey shit
That goin' all out shit real Sikh
And I'm the problem that you rounds wit'?
You supposed to put in work
But that's wrong now bitch
Cause you can't show up to work
When you call out Sikh