URLtv, Brizz Rawsteen, T-Top, B Magic, Chilla Jones - Chilla Jones & B Magic vs. T-Top & Brizz Rawsteen lyrics

Wild 2, blackface nigga will pop a Cal too
T Top not invent all that rough shit
Just sound cool i show you what's popping
Like paternity test, now that's child-proof

I was supposed to let my style loose
Gasol brothers hit Top
Then this mark get a POW too
Show Brizz the cal
If he doubting that I shoot
I squeeze the cap to twist and open Top
And show this child proof

Get shot at while I'm busting like Wayne tour
And tell that nigga T Top
That this ain't the lane for 'em
Chopper tornado his wig
Now that's brainstorming

But, I feel something insane forming
And run up on Brizz like we ain't warring
Pull that thang on him
Pistol under his jaw let it bang on him
Leave a stain on him
Top, watching your thoughts rain on
Him now that's brainstorming

He's a 90s baby
I'm not surprised he don't know about the 80s
Unpopular ass niggas
Couldn't find 'em on Google
Word is Bono which means we
Ain't rocking with you two

Beside the drug shit who think
What Top rhymin' is noodles?
Beside the torture shit
Who think Brizz could stop these vets?
We cooking Raw in front of
Y'all like a hibachi chefs

Rawsteen gone get these shocking
Punches I Raiden shit
Two K's, and the connection make faces glitch
Give Top 5, dead or alive that's Jadakiss

I'm on deck
To give his cap 10 like a naval ship
This shit ain't gone work out
Cause you ain't in shape for this
Fuck Haze and bricks
You should be rapping 'bout
Your favorite dish
Round 1 nigga let's get it

Ch, boom, open wide
You're trash, and your shit is the worst
But they Writers Bloque
I let a clip bang first
The stick and the gat
Every other battle it be the same shit
Ironic you battled that nigga and
Said the same shit concrete nigga

Made you fall back
Shows y'all we out y'all class
Without a hall pass
If I could punchline like Magic
We would get rid of y'all fast
But what's the secret though?
It's a skull cap

Well let me give our flow a try
It's C Magic motherfucker, the show arrive
Chilla's home, giving niggas the blues until
The thrill is gone
It's singing traps souls in the ring
It's a Tiller clone
Y'all battle cheques light
In one night your Skrill is blown
We make double these fakes
Without the Silicone
(You know, double D's, D's fake silicone)
I leave him lying in the
Field like a Silver dome
On any block a nigga rock with the milly on
The fifth'll clap get the kicking back
Like you feel at home

You cheffing, and Raw letting
Steams out the pot, bringing knots in
You think your ave gutter moving snow
I make it hot when
It bangs then his chest cave in
That's how I rock man

This big K put you in danger
Get you boxed in
You ain't prepped for these super writers
You will not win
Then it dawned on me, T top 10

See they ain't think we would experiment
With this type of thing
They said us on the same team is
Cheating cause that's the hype it bring

Evel Knievel you jump then that fire ring
I put wings on that nigga's
Ass like Designer Jeans
At your door with the nickel
Son like a Shining scene

You couldn't shine with Roc on you hands
Without a diamond ring
Punches be swarming in secs
With all kind of sting
Boy, you got the face of
The hyena off Lion King
But we can let the iron ring
Hundreds of shells
Or if we brawl it'l be Raw in front of the L
But oh well

Just know it's Magic when they tell
You that the show arrive
You must of fell from top tier
To the Proving Grounds
That's cause you went from
Battling top tiers
To battling niggas in the Proving Grounds

4 pipes
He taking more smoke than a hookah lounge
It's like he aiding Magic
Ain't nobody wanna play with Magic
You rather the fame than actually
Getting paid for rapping lost his last job
Got caught trying to steal a phone
Was with queen bitch
But she left him so now he still alone
I know at least one of
These bars probably hitting home

I mean it's crazy how now Magic suck
See I'm the one that rap about
What I been through often
It's Writer's Bloque motherfucker
We roast niggas hold up
There's one battle that haunts me nigga

So before we lock in and get
To knocking these frauds off
You my nigga but I got to get
The rest of these bars off
Fuck a fade, I untuck a blade, that a
Fuck a fade, I untuck a

(Relax, chill)
I say fuck a fade, I untuck a blade
That'll scrape a vein
Pull out a strap, put caps in his mouth
Like David Blaine fold 'em
Then fly him across the room
Like a paper plane
Y'all see Magic in a box, like David Blaine
Shots off the balcony
But, I ain't tryna make it rain
They have my style
And straight jack it cause everything
I say is sane

Now that I got that shit off of my chest
We got a minute left
It's 'bout time we bar them to death
Well it's so big it came with the same motor
I'm official
I let it whistle when I give you the tech
I'm letting these pounds go
Nigga this the Connect

I pissed in your chest
Niggas ain't getting it yet
Chilla tell them what I mean by
"I pissed in his chest"
Box nigga's head like a vault picture
The four you see is orthopedic a soul lifter
38 snub the choice I'm a nose picker
Seen the pound
And the bitch froze up like a soul sister

The slow spitter that'll mop the stage up
With you if the flow swifter
Question, but who you know's getting a bill
For every line like a coke sniffer
What goes around coming back around
Like a pole splitter you must off slipped
Fell and bumped yo motherfucking heads
'Bout how a nigga throat rip
He gone need needles in the
Neck when the bones split
I put on a movie for Magic
He see the whole clip

Then I put the family in trucks
Let's take a road trip
You broke, need to borrow a buck nigga
Whole lisp now you couldn't get past if
You had the magic word
Bitch you wouldn't be wavy in St
Louis if you were Magic Bird

Chilla, I hate the slow boring
Way you rap your words cause, I skin him
Start at his chin Chilla then
Give him matching furs
I whoop his ass from nines
To fives I'm working Magic
But we came with the perfect clasket
Raw make your nose bleed oh that's a bad hit
So I can flip six packs
Or make a nigga six pack flip
It's no way niggas match up
Ain't that the same thing Kobe
Did to Eddie Jones?