URLtv, Tech 9 , JC, DNA - DNA vs. JC lyrics

The Champ says
The last time he was on this stage
It was versus Serius Jones at NOME 5
I mean the nigga DNA should've
Been on 6 and 7, but when the nigga Beasley
Called his phone died
As far as the haters go
The Champ ain’t payin' 'em no mind
Cause even when I’m a senior citizen
I'ma pull up to the venue with a NOME sign
Houston whatup?!
They say since DNA turned into
"The Champ" he been cocky
Well you damn right, I'm grippin' lead
And since you the one I gotta air against
(arrogance) BOOM, you get the bigger head
But, I'm upset like Drake, don't worry y'all
This nigga dead
Cause we all saw what happened when
He tried to push a T (Pusha T) and y'all all
Saw what happened when


I had it in for Red (Infrared)
I ain’t gon’ talk about ya dance
Moves cause that's a bad reference
Or how you still wear baggy shorts
And always do these wack gestures
You lost to T Top, Geechi and Twork
Why sign contracts if you lack effort?
Shout out to J Prince but J
Prince won’t stop this track record
It's levels to this shit
But now they matched you wit' a killer
And it's gon’ take awhile to get
To where I'm at bitch, but it isn't Fisher
Y'all remember versus Ill Will when
I messed up the slogan
When I switched to liquor?
Well if I can fuck up the Yak
('gnac) again then I'm a different nigga
I pull out in the Full House
I let the milly hit ya
They gave DJ followed by a dum dum
(dumb dumb) Kimmy Gibbler
You roger that? I use the ladder
When I get the clippers
So just tell me where the mark is
Houston and the twins come out: Sister
Sister they got DNA back in his old bag
Cause this niggas so wack
So I came with the big oohs
(Uz') in the buildin' since the show packed
And an old gat, let's see if
You can manage a punch, where Rome at?
Cause, I came to work
(Twork) with a Shotgun, that's a NOME match
Aye Geechi, I condone that
BLAOW, I let the chrome clap
So how you gon' hold down ya squad
When you don't got ya own back
We both strapped, silencer
It's no comment when I snap Al Kapone hat
Since you from the Yak
Man it's only right I dip the SIG
(cig') in Konjac they said when a nigga wear
These shirts everybody lose
Not tonight, not tonight
So when they first told the Champ that
They had me so scared
Then I seen this nigga with
His chick, I said, "They both weird"
They say JC is God's son, right?
Well I see a lot of nah's
(Nas) here like y'all don't care
So now I feel entitled to drop
The Carters out of nowhere
Nina is out, I'm tiltin' the big cap
I'll put the heat to his scalp
They all said they seen J
(ay) with the SIG (cig') but
I had Reasonable Doubt
You know on the cover, the
Big cap with the- yeah, nigga act violent
I call up one of my Blood shooters
The MAC's silent
So you gon' see my brim low
With two pieces on J
(ay) , that's The Black Album
I'm a ratchet sparker, I'm searchin' for him
I grab revolvers i only scoped ya
(sculpture) to black on J (ay)
: Magna Carta (Carter)
I'm fuckin' vicious, you say you want Loaded
Right? That's why I tuck the biscuit
Cause, I can take Jay's greatest hit's
I got the Lux (deluxe) edition
See how I can perform and rap
JC you don't do enough
The Champ says you need a stylist
And wearin' baggy shirts ain't what I meant
When I told you "loosen up"
Big gun, every time I shoot it, I'm movin' up
And it's Loaded right in front of you
Now whatchu gon' do with Lux?
Razor, since he's super tough
Slashing sound And give him half the
Star like the movie sucks
Your whole family get the same
Fade Lil' Boosie cut
I run down on The Rich Kid
When the Lil' Uzi busts i gotta be honest
Houston: you and Ill Will dress
The worst in battle rap
Nigga, I know school was rough
That's cause you all on a
Budget like movin' trucks
J will get knocked up second
Once the Ruger dumps
Cause, I already put the tre in Will
It's Just The Two Of Us
But, if y'all ain't get the
Picture like the Nikon trippin'
The rifle come with a stand
Look like a tripod wit' it
I kick in the door to son home
They surprised I'm grippin' i beat Will, O
(Willow) , Smith J then (Jaden)
And prove I'm just an Icon livin'
It's round one, it's gettin' hot in here
Houston y'all know my slogan
(get him the fuck outta here) hell no
Get this nigga that's outta pocket
The fuck outta here
Get the Warriors for gettin' the
Rockets the fuck outta here
Houston! i'm here! i'm here! i'm here!

Hey, have y'all ever seen
Me versus Charlie Clips?
That's gon' be a very familiar scene today
If y'all don't know what I'm talkin'
About I'm gon' lead the way
See I destroyed the nigga that birthed his
Entire style in a one rounder
Y'all remember Publisher Clearing House
And shit- I know, easy cake
Dome shot
Left Clips unrecognizable and the scene decay
I'm just takin' out the part they
Use to identify the bodies dNA
A nigga punched yo' motherfuckin' tooth
Out and played keep away own the shit
You called me "A Yung Ill clone" then made a
Career being a Yung Ill clone of Clips
Bitch can't nothin' stop me
Especially these four bar set ups
This just another copy
Chris Brown, Lil' Dicky
I'm just waking up with another body
So him now, it's too many
Different layers in the arsenal
You can't even sound 'em out
It's martial arts I
Rip the piece off the black belt
That mean I grip the pound then BAOW (bow)
Big ratchet, this shit like the bad wolf
It'll take down every house 'til
It get to them bricks
For real bruh, but still the
Little ratchet will get shit in
The house movin' like Matilda
Big shots, I'm talkin' 'bout
Bigger than the ones Robert Horry postin'
See I was able to create a gory showing
With just DNA and the sticks Maury Povich
Nigga, enough ravin'
I'll leave all you dried up fruit's
In a box when son (sun) raising (raisin)
The blade? Had tissue hangin'
All off his face, but I was the one shavin'
Let's see if you can handle this
Cause I'm here to dismantle shit
You brought your style and I brought mine
Charlie Clip versus a banana clip
Nigga you do the math
You can't even compare 50 rounds to
His two and a half nigga we was born savages
Even before the shot I'm just wavin'
The piece behind him, you know
A little four (fore) shadowin'
I mean the shit he do is okay
His freestyle kinda consistent but what
Other props to give him?
I mean you make rounds easier
To break down than Catholicism you gotta be
One of the most confusin' niggas
The idea about writin' raps about what
You gon' do to niggas
Get a tooth, dismissed from yo' mouth
Then you go home and then you
Write a rap about shootin' niggas
Whatcha life like?
But, we all know what gun he
Got ready on the hip?
It's that machete with the clip
And he aimin' it loud
So whatever Big T started
Got this nigga with actual
Aim makin' the sound
Listen, the type of movies
We shootin' with drums
Nick Cannon would've never chose
We messin' shows up, seeing how fly
You done got then baow, pilot get shot
And that was just episode one
It get a lot worse
So prepare to take the blast and
Suit up and make it fast
I can see you, but you can't see me
This shit 'bout to get
Thicker than interrogation glass
A Shotgun like Suge
Easy how it can make Eric look different
And I'm good wit' it
A chest shot put his back to the block
This like a hood visit
The contents in my notebook
Hold the outcome to yo' fate
And even that was a double
Entendre for good riddance (writtens)
Look, listen, and keep that mouth closed or
Find a good dentist
And call him quick or call it quit's
Cause we doggin' shit
And you are diarrhea, feces and doo doo
And we just so happen to
Be with all the shit's
Nigga tried to interrupt my turn
Talkin' and the bird sparkin'
Nigga went from hospital machines
To reserved parkin'
All cause the nigga needed a
Lesson when he ran up
Cool, now that nigga can learn walkin'
It's body bags at every battle
Make sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
This is only round one

After just hearin' JC go, The Champ said
"This fight's over" i'ma put my belt on and
Get the hater's pissed
Houston, I like to call this segment of
The battle, "Champagne With The Champ"
I know y'all couldn't wait for this
Can I get my interviewer to come out please,?
Now Tech 9, now I know what y'all
Thinkin', I know what y'all thinkin'
I'ma help y'all
You don't like when you call people out in a
Round but Tech 9 this gon' be a moment
We gotta savor this
So I'ma tell everybody the rules
Every time I say something hot I need all my
Niggas to make a toast and take a sip
SMACK, you got your glass too, right?
Aight, well Tech 9 let's get started

How do you feel about Houston
Almost beating the Warriors?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Before they boo us
No need to worry the Champ says, "Fuck the
Warriors" but like Stephan
I always keep a 30 and they can see it early
Plus my foreign piece is sturdy so you don't
Want none of this international
Smoke Ayesha Curry
Now can I get a "Champ is here"?
(champ is here)
Well let them scream, I love the Warriors
They the better team
I get his hoe side touched, when
I put the 9 up, i'm Gerald Green
Now let me get a "Champelujah" (Champelujah)

How do you feel about Houston
Winning the World Series?

Well listen
The Champ loves it but this regular
Nigga made the match so wack
That's why they had to bring the star
'round the H like an Astro's hat
But, I can make it better, I
Know you didn't like it
But I can make it better
Cause the gat is behind the
Swing like the first catcher
Oh y'all ain't get it? Well now
I'm adjustin' a tre five
(35) , I'm Verlander
Let me get a "Champelujah" (Champelujah)

I see you come out here with a robe
What's with the robe? This isn't
Boxing battle rap has
Nothing to do with boxing
What's up with that?

But see battle rap does have
Something to do with boxing
Because when a nigga told me about JC
He said he's trash
And if I win I won't be takin' down a great
I told that nigga
"Think boxer shorts i'll still get
A name around the waist"
I had to make them see (Dempsey)
You're really not that good
It's just a lot of hypin'
And now I'm informing (Foreman) Holmes
That this is not enticin' (Tyson)
I asked about you JC
I asked around and got word from the don Tay
(Deontay) Wilder than you
That's just what the facts is
Then I'm coming background
(back 'round) like an ad-lib
Word to Shannon
The cannon gon' make him tell
Me where the cash is (Cassius)
Now they say I always do current event
I like to say that because
It's hotter when it's relevant
This nigga think he may weather
(Mayweather) the punches but I think you're
Kinda out (Connor) your element
The Champ upset, I got a bad vibe
Cause you was the hottest nigga
In Michigan and still nigga, you had drive
We seen your career Rose, then Jalen
Jackson's
And you couldn't make your cash rise
I guess it's how word
(Howard) of what King did on
The web (Webb) would
Be the reason you fucked up the Fab 5
You don't get zero love in ya hood
Nobody don't fuck wit' this dweeb
Y'all not gon' boo The Champ cause I'm
Not even done with the scheme
Now I said, You don't get
Zero love in ya hood
Nobody don't fuck wit' this dweeb
I done beat niggas from Cal' to Rone
And you just started touchin' the green
See how I can go from Michigan to the Cavs?
Well he'll be missin' from the line
When I'm done wit' the scheme now J
Are you aware you always fuck up the team?
They tried to tell me that
This nigga's writin' is impeccable
Like I should be so grateful
Cause everything he jot down is so ill
And he might let the flow break you
Like y'all ain't just see Geechi Crip
Walk all on this nigga's casket
Nigga NOME saved you and your pen pointed
(pinpointed) us to exactly where the
Loc ate (locate) you
If you see Carter with the twins
Then it's HOV
Nigga, you only got a job cause of Magic
Nigga JOB
I catch the nigga while he's slippin'
The gauge low key y'all think J cold
(Cole) til his skull on his cover
Nigga this KOD
Y'all niggas can try to hate The Champ
Well let 'em stay mad
Cause JC you doin' hurt
I talkin' Section 8 bad
Tech said, "Use the gun or the knife"
I said, "These weapons stay stashed"
Cause, I can go from the tre to
The Hawks like the NBA draft
Y'all niggas done got me mad
And y'all know what's up for round two
And it still could be debated
On who got round two

Six shots, full body
From his head to his feet
Leave you dead if you speak
Bald heads float past like the
Indian on Street Fighter
That mean the arm got incredible reach
Nigga, these ones move in a crowd
We packin' new weapons
Clap, then ask him who's second
See if he learn with two to
(tutor) the child
It's like an after school session
I could've gave you bars for me
I mean the shit that you
Clearly bringin' out every night
Make it seem like you don't
Even care to fight you killin' yourself
And I figured I could AID the
Death by helping Eric write (Wright)
Yo, the flow different
And you package handlers gotta play Adam
Sandler and just go wit' it
Or ya knight get dismantled
Kyrie grip on the nine piece
That mean tight on the handle
With slugs, you gon' need more
Than a vest to stop, invest in dots
When I up the arms you can't up
Yo' arms to contest a shot
It's too late now little Eric
You should've done something
I get closer while the gun dumping
Than the screen on a Nintendo
When you Duck Hunting
That's right bitch, you the leak
And the plug comin'
And this time, not even Plies can run from it
Bitch he's still dyin'
None of you niggas can freestyle
How the steel sounds so I came over prepared
None of you niggas ready to
Rebuttal a real round
You see, I'm the difference
You see cats hang cause my mind bright
One flash, bang, and I give 'em components
Current event bars, freestylin'
All that shit prove is you live in the moment
You need composure and that's word to me
The fact that you been here ten plus years
And still got to scream out, "I'm DNA
Have you heard of me?"
Purposefully, is why nobody responds
Cause only the hyper believe in hyperbole
That might be way too much
Let's get back to the killin'
Noose around his neck
I either expect a payment
Or make death arrangements
Or we can assume you are
(R) Street and he called T Top
So he left him hangin'
You not prepared for violence
You never even witnessed terror like this
I can tell by the cards he put out for you
Your death is comin'
I'm a tarot psychic and I'm
Where the endin' is
Everything they told you is gettin' you rip
And you still don't fit in this shit
Well they thought K-Shine broke down DNA
But I could've wrote Kendrick's shit
I'm that potent
The Magnum kickback cause a relax motion
The barrel still spinnin'
Stanley Ipkiss can put The Mask on it
Let's finish this
Trench coat, although I'm just visiting
And you can inspect the (Inspector) Gadget
The arm got some shit in it
When you on that victim list you need
To relocate every nigga you livin' with
Mother, sister, brother
That even that nigga Clips
Cause if I could get the shot
It gon' clearly burn like Vodka did the shot
Bitch I spill ya dreams
Kill what you feel you think
That's right bitch I'm back washin'
Like when children drink
Yes bitch, the shit's exclusive
I pull up with the mill'
(meal) like it's UberEats
Bitch, we gettin' to it
And if we can't find DNA on
The scene then it's inconclusive
And we comin' back- tIME!

You had the nerve to tell The Champ
He can't rebuttal with real round?
NWA? That's what you had?
You gon' give Eric
AID to his death like that GOD
I mean you tried to give me helluva match
But with these Cubes you gon' see the DOC
This 'bout to be Death Row
(That's only one of them thangs
I got one more though)
This nigga had the nerve to mention Death Row
Well now we gon' talk about Suge
Cause NWA, Eric with Death Row
It's cool I keep the heat round
I was blinded by who I killed that night
But I see now
This third round 'bout to get holy
Cause when URL did events
They was always starring (star in) the east
Now y'all will get that if
Y'all was born a Catholic
Beasley, Chico, SMACK, the three kings
I hope y'all can grasp it
Cause they discovered JC and gave him a gift
I read through all the chapters
But what y'all forgot is, I created his path
St john the Baptist
You really are Jesus Christ, and when
I first figured it out
My mind was disturbed so I paid attention
I studied you with the desire and urge
Cause you was supposed to be our savior
We even relied on his word
But the moment he came across (a cross) T
We seen your spirit rise on the third
You really are JC
Cause you fed the people lies with scriptures
Like I know the Bible says
But we should've known it was
Something fishy when he had
To beat the Chef just to multiply ya bread
You really are JC
You battled Chess and Rum Nitty in New York
And them souls was sent to Heaven
But it makes sense, you had to come to the
East to get a resurrection
You really are JC
And even when you battled Twork and we
All thought we was losin' him
We still praised and welcomed you
When you entered Jerusalem (Jerooz-salem)
You really are JC
And with that Daylyt nigga I
Couldn't say it better
Cause you healed on your sabbath the
Moment you put Day to rest
You know what? Skip that, I'm holdin'
This gauge, Glock Nina, Noxzema
It'll open his face
Bullets ain't got no name
I know what they say
But this banana clip look like a lower case j
If you don't get the message
40 keep a nigga down, it's depressin'
But this other ratchet I'm dumpin', boom
Back out his stomach indigestion
Get to steppin'
Or introduce him Smith & Wesson
I switch grips, revolver
I'll pick six interception
You thought you was fire, being
Down with the Writers
Like that shit a blessing?
Now it's lines around the block
(Bloque) big election
You won't get to Heaven
You thought you couldn't get head king
I'm get the TEC and and try angles
(triangles) with the nine on the
Back of J Olympic Seven
They said, "JC could bully DNA" I said
"That's mad strange"
Cause, I'll never get pushed by the Carter
I'm Mack Maine why criticize the form if the
Shot perfect? That's lame
But the shot off and I
Still got four outta 30
Y'all had a bad game
You'll change after the ring
Like a last name paramedic's saying
"This fucked up now I'm bringing back pain"
You never had fame, I'm on ESPN
You only gettin' SMACK change
But don't worry JD will put the
Kid onto the rap game you be snitchin'
Soon as you be facin' the precinct
Really to say, "I need a
Plate" When they tell you
"Take it or leave it"
But don't mention my nigga Shine though
Cause it's Harry Potter when he
Aim it and squeeze it cause J, K rollin'
(JK rowling) with a stick
But he keep that Chamber a Secret
Aye Tay Roc, Summer Madness comin'
Tell Verb I'm still gunnin' fuck Mickey
I'll expose Factz since he
Wanna reveal somethin'
Twork got no hairline
That nigga still Lebron's cousin
Aye, I'm Loaded with Lux
SMACK I'm tryin' to kill somethin'
This will make Hitman move
Hollow cool I still love him
Nah, fuck him too and Mook
I got no chill button the steel dumpin'
I already fucked up a nigga from the 'Yac
Different Strokes when I'm Ill dumpin'
Cause now I'll be forced to
(foster) pop and put a nigga where Will is
I'm Phil Drummond
Y'all niggas act like y'all
Didn't watch Different Strokes
Like y'all can never get right
Well I've got this beam on
The bottom of ya shirt
Let's take this American flight
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here
Y'all know my slogan
(get him the fuck outta here)

Picking up where he left off on the 2nd round
The shit's conclusive
And if we can't find DNA on
The scene then it's inconclusive
Then we comin' back
Well my whole clique foul with drums
Attached like we singin' music
And well, bitch you have to face it
Now we gon' have half leave
Wit' half they faces
Bitch the 38? Special like every class
You sat in up until graduation
And they will never find DNA on the scene
That's cause the glove fit snub spit
Bullet left an exit wound big
As atyson glove print
Bitch in that battle, in that battle field
You can bring ya swords and
You can bring ya machetes
But unless yo' name Yoshimit'su
I don' think that you ready
I mean, I'm on some other shit, rubber grip
Pipe flash, what a surprise, then his life
Flash, in front of his eyes, now rebuttal it
SMACK, this is not the comp'
You suppose to brag about givin' me
Cause DNA, something is missin'and I mean
That shit literally
But when he lost it? That's
The mysterylike Jaz virginity

Crowd starts chanting 2-1

DNA, something is missin'and I
Mean that shit literally
Now when he lost it? That's
The mysterylike Jaz virginity
Bitch you can wear a vest, I promise
That's no answer
Each fuckin' bullet will penetrate anything
They got no standards
Well I'm just too accurate when
I aim the shit
These two K's scanned will be a 2K
Scan and give his face a glitch
Ori can aim for the chest I'm that accurate
Give that bitch a pocket
Without a handkerchief
See in this battle field
I feel like rebuttalin' but don't worry
I'm not here tryin' takin' ya spot
But since I am takin' a shot
My aspirations are set way higher
I always aim for the top
You can't freestyle your way out the box
Even with machetes loaded all the way
To the top with the lead
Like, really? Word to Mike P
Your man buns off the top of the head
But that's another discussion
Yo, I'm callin' lies
I wrote the very page on the
Book you tryin' to use
And well none of that shit
Authorized in the author eyes
It's time to give him the real you
And believe me, they waitin'
And in this practice I've
Killed, word to Kevorkian
And it takes patience (patients)
Nigga get down to lay down, it's
Sad that he get it first
But he had to be in the dirt
Y'all remember when TV's first
Went digital? Everybody
Gon' see static until they convert
And we on everything, and the fact
That I'm the least established
Don't mean this shit is an easy habit
I've been runnin' through pens
Like prison break
But, I'm still addressing all that
Smoke like it's Reefer Madness
So you know I govern that pen game
Don't you? You thought you was gon'
Come here and sharpen
Yo' pen at the expense of me?
You've just been gettin' played by
The governor like Mr freeze
Bitch remember me?
Know that it'll take more than a call
Out to get rid of me it's my level
They look at me as a devil and still send
(sin) for me
I take this nigga to the subways
You know the ones in New York
Got all kinds of rats
Then I have him stumblin' all over the track
Like when Desiigner rap
You at gun point, and it's amazing, all
The fucking power and the gun point
Bitch act brave we know whatchu about
We've seen every single gun you
Own on every SMACK stage
So if you hear this gun cock a lil' bit
Then it's one shot we givin' him
His face gon', I'm goin' AWOL
Like Trump stoppin' immigrants
So, who really got the best pen
Think about it
He came here for a quick debate and ended
Up fishing bait and he's still fightin'
Ain't it crazy how Pontiac do? How you was
Writin' for Will now you will writin'
Well you better hope Jesus
Take The Wheel next
Yeah, because I'm locked in and yo' face
That's where the aim is at
You like naming Hov albums
So don't even think about seeing J
(ay) face, he'll just Fade To Black
Bitch you sprayin' that? You got the thumper?
Tropic Thunder bitch, you playin' black
I was taught the loudest niggas in
The room is usually the weakest
And those principles still wit' us
These niggas? They take those principles
To identify the real niggas
That's counter productive
See you freestyle okay
And you got the talent
But what good is it without proper balance
Two days prep, freestyles
And still you bein' a threat
Is still not a status
They need time out for you
A dome shot, let his mind out spoiled
DNA gon' have to find his self or the DNA f-
I know I won, bruh my condolences!