URLtv - Conceited vs B Magic

Song Rating: 9.41/10

Song lyrics:

[Round 1: B Magic]
You finally stopped ducking, well, lets get straight to work
I grab the tools, bout to act a fool, like its April 1st
Fifthll blow, lift your soul, this is no day in church
Sex on the beach; this b**h gon get laid in dirt
Listen up, Reggie, I hop up out the Cavalier, them shots flame
Bandana on me with the 30-30; Im John Wayne
Conceited gon catch every shell it contain
Then Im running back to the Cavalier; LeBron James
He thinking he sick; now thats a hypochondriac
Thinking he sick? Dont give a f** how hyper Con react
I say I buck the machine, I bet he changed; thats a laundromat
Steel peel, something ill will hit his Pontiac
Am I the meanest? Sho nough, well, lets convers
I heard a Rone dissin Con verse, he kiss a Converse
Hell be puffy trying to dance with me; Fonzworth
9 burst, P.O. n***a; Im making Con work
Im never scared, its B Magic with this bone crusher
f** the ambulance
You might as well call a ghostbuster when this 4 touch ya
Im telling you good
Youll see a crazy K if you dont get your tail from the hood
Its B Magic, the 4 holder, Im more doper
Dont make me call up the war soldiers, the wars over
Aint nothing good about me reaching in that Toyota
See, Con dough will get tooken; thats a foreclosure
Your whole name say I want to be defeated
What kind of straight n***a say, I wanna be Conceited?
Im heated, and strapped, slid in with the crew
I done broke more n***as down than Hidden Colors 2
How you want it? Say it, and Ill k** that n***a
Ill slap the sh** out of this Kevin Hart-built a** n***a
See, I dont feel that n***a
This K shine, you can zip him up
Dont smoke Reggie, but something blunt will spill his guts
Turn up, from where they movin, lootin, and shootin that boy
St. Louis truest, you seen the news and we shootin them toys
Give me room and Im movin on you and your unit of yours
To keep the beef fresh, I brought something aluminum for you
My flows sicker, you talking like you dumpin, shoot somethin
Walberg and Denzel, n***a; I brought two guns
So do somethin, dont say I aint tell him
Ill stick him up with the Dillinger like Baby Face Nelson
I am here, B Magic versus Tevin Campbell – can we talk?
Catch bullets, thats 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 a**, that sh** made up
Kevin Gates; your b**h a**ll get ate up
For nonbelievers who thinking I wont get you k**ed
Just take it from me, youll get the steel
I walk up on him like, make the right move
Thirty thou in thirty minutes or Ima take your life, fool
He said, Haaah?, I buck the 40 on him, he like, alright, cool
Now thats progressive, after I pull the Name Your Price tool
B motherf**ing Magic, round one, n***a

[Round 1: Conceited]
Yo, its what yall been waiting for
Conceited vers B Magic, this is a homi
Im the one that taught this kid how to drop his sh**
Made him get on the potty
Yall done finally put the Karate Kid against Mr. Miyagi
But since yall think Magics worth it
Ima be a plastic surgeon, ‘cause Im fixing a body
n***a, you only rep the blue
Till the d**h of you when its beneficial
This n***a 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 dont say that colors in your veins
And your Crippin is dead official
‘Cause we all say you like Beyoncé
We dont believe that blue was ever in you
n***a, you dont get the pistol
Or be dumping out the strap, you just running out your trap
How is your name Magic
And you still aint pulling nothing out the cap?
n***a, Im coming with the gat at the spur of the moment
That nose is longer, Ill put that Ginobili on ya
I took the heat out, like Tony Parker
And a hollow k**ed your a** like Total Slaughter
It aint no secret, faggot, you know Im harder
My styles way better
Your styles too plain in the building like the Trade Center
Everybody can get these TECs; its 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
Yall know this n***as B Magic
Black Magic, June, thats real rap
But this n***as real name is Jerry Douglas
Thats not a punchline, thats real facts
Oh, what, you thought that I didnt 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; Im the type to raise up two black 4s to n***as, like Different Strokes
n***a, I will hit your folks when Im sprayin
Your whole family gettin the clip like the Wayans
Ill 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, pa** the ratchet, the D can be singing
Let us spray, well bow your heads when we aimin
What?! What?! n***a, I aint playin
What you gonna do when that gat bursts slugs?
Until you see that ratchet show like Bad Girls Club
n***a, you gonna run to the crib, you aint even sort of hard
Talking that jazz
Ill 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, n***a, you stole my setups
Down to the way I say every bar
Thats why nobody will ever know who the hell you are
How does it feel to steal everything like Aladdin
And it still didnt get you far?
So learn how to be your own f**ing man, and man up, n***a
I bet you wont swear to it and put your right hand up, n***a
Thats how we know watching Seinfeld
The only time well see Jerry be a stand-up n***a
Faggot, I showed you how to do a battle
With straight punches through
Pay attention, Im just teachin June; thats 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 aint bring no punches to the game, n***a. Hah?!

[Round 2: B Magic]
You about to witness bars
More than Nine-Lifers and nine cyphers
You couldnt hang with that Surf, ninja; Rob Schneider
You wouldnt be f**ing with the kid; thats the Pied Piper
See, this Mitchll get smoked like Mekhi Phifer
My n***a, I do the do; Im a LiveWire
Youll get confronted with the hawk; Im Rod Piper
Hell lift in this b**h; thats not stilettos
A big shell stick to his back; Donatello
Im 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 n***a from New York under cover; Malik Yoba
Call a crime lab, Im k**in me a motherf**er
Take the strap from this n***a like, This 9 mine
Then k** him with his own sh**; Im John John
Youll 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, hell be in the bag
My advice, buck a pistol and shoot
‘Cause we can fight steel with steel like Bishop in Juice
b**h, tuck your tail, better split like the percolator move
Or your lightsll get knocked out like the circuit breaker loose
If you buggin, youll get sprayed; I exterminated groups
Metal talking, Conll run, like Terminator 2
My bars vicious, is yall with it? ‘Cause the TECll blam
Im from a place where they k**ed Mike, you should never land
Im hot, dog, if yall grilling, you better scram
I pop corns if anybody in Cons session stand
Get your bars up, Mick Foley with this damn 9
Why show a dude love if he aint half of the man, Con?
A step away from blowing up, ‘cause if I land mine
Im trying to murk n***as, you the first dippin, like Camron
Tell em Im the truth, put steel into his roof
Indiana game, if they saying Reggie, millll shoot
Dont get it twisted, youll get boxed; Duncan Pinderhughes
Listen, go to the whip after making the car crash
Screaming, f** Con!, pulling Reggie out the car dash
Getting yall thrashed, whip yall a**, Ill bust a slug
A chrome Desill roast Reggie like Buddy Love
R.I.P. – Im k**ing this sh**
Testifying is the only time he liftin the fifth
This young gun rock a fella, you aint gettin the drift?
That mean you hear a MAC, b**h, a millill spit
Who f**ing with me? n***a, 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?
n***a, you punching without landing; you shadowboxin
I give Reggie the 7; thats a convict
Then give him the 4 plus the nickel for that nonsense
This 47 get to safety when I palm this
My patriots buckin near your bronco; Im John Lynch
Im from where the Lou is, aint nothing fairer, Con
You dont want to box for real, look in the mirror, Con
Bird n***a, if the Eagle acting foul, Con. Coming masked up with the hammer, youll think Im Shao Kahn

[Round 2: Conceited]
Yall know how this sh** go: I told him once
This mothaf**er scared, Im from the mothaf**in Lou
Thats how this mothaf**er play it
You beat up Fox? You heard what this mothaf**er said?
You got scooped up and slammed on your mothaf**in head!
I thought I was going to see, Its B motherf**ing Magic
The n***a that be dumping em
Instead, you was holding onto Fox lookin like you hugging him
n***a, you didnt throw one swing
When you did, you started tumblin

You do all these punches in your battles
Why you aint throw no punches then?
I couldnt believe you got your a** 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 n***a was begging for help, but Suges a** wouldnt
Fox had you choked out, you was like…
You know how like when you get that good-a** 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
Im dropping him, hell be scared
Of seeing that 45 like he middle age
Bring n***as to his crib like Im in real estate
Then run in airin, like a had a busy day
I already told you, like Triple Eight
Ill take the three out; thats a triple play
Its in my pedigree to put two caps by his head like Triple H
Isnt it ironic its gonna be mourning when he get a wake?
Ill show up and put a cap on that box like Minute Maid
Ill get the MACs out like Im liftin weights
You couldnt be next to Con if you were a prison mate
Only thing you ever put the mill on was a dinner plate
And Im just keeping it on the real, like fishing bait
But since youre acting the way your b**h do
Ill weave with extensions, bangs are getting sprayed
Ill get the TECs to rise here
To make Jerry curl when the finger wave
This n***a stay living off me, he a parasite
How yall comparing us when he aint as half as nice?
‘Cause in his battles, most of his punches dont land
Its like the Dizaster fight
Thats ‘cause you throw a zillion wack-a** punchlines
You dont care if they dumb or not
So how yall say hes so cold when his name is June
So we know only some are hot?
n***a, Ill up your guap
Ima 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 Braves hat
After I put the mill on him like a placemat
n***a, Ill dump and pile the cans, like Ajax
This little toy thats hot will be on him; thats a race track
‘Cause Im the type to make the steel ring, like a cage match
For all that rappin them candy bars, Im loading up every shell
Itll take nothing but a finger
To put it all in this n***a; thats caramel
Your ride can keep getting a round; thats a carousel
For anything that Black said
Take out Black head, thats clear as hell
And I bet you thatll make B leave, like a fairy tale
Mr. Black Magic, Ill send him straight to hell if I cock the thing
I pack 12 and keep a big 10 like college teams
After a round, you going to the corner; thats 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
n***a, you Rodney King
Honestly, when them hammers are spittin
You better run, kid, when that can get to grippin
Because that b**h 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; thats 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 a b**h n***a that hang with b**h n***as without a doubt
My Brooklyn n***as said
The first time they seen you was on Wild N Out
Who wildin out? Magic palmin the biscuit
Every motherf**er rolling behind Con is gon feel it
Got a pine box in the cemetery, Con should go visit
This b**h is f**ed 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 dont want to see me, you a coward
Its gon be a long ride, so hold on, like Mimi in the shower
False b**h, think I wont smack you, Ill hem him up
Ike Turner; St. Louis n***as been slappin b**hes up
f** the guns, we can box and all that
And I k** Con, feeling like Spock from Star Trek
Give me space, is it my lyrics is just better, Con?
Got a question, whats 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
Aint no love in hip hop, and thats a fact; Joseline
Im swinging where a flock of b**hes at, want a meal?
You will eat a shell, sh**ll crack
For the bread, Ill bury those n***as, its a wrap
Can you dig it? sh**, 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, f** you!, yeah, I think Con rapping is borin
Youll get clapped for performin
What you know about the smack and the dormin?
You rap, but what gat are you actually palmin?
Im in the dump with the metal, like the statue of Jordan
But you be dumpin? n***a, your name light in the streets
I got a wild style, and Con dont like to get beat
You hypin the beast, bullets coming out the can doin him
Just dont 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
But Im supposed to believe you dumpin that TEC
Well, you was about to sit up on another mans neck
Thats gay, whoever thought of it a fag, yes
But whos gayer, the n***a who heard it and said yes
Who is it? Its B Magic, motherf**er, the show arrived
Turning yall schemers into all of yall dreamers
Pull up with heaters, all in yall thinkers
Pa**ing them out on stage, like August Alsina
I told him once, this mothaf**er scared
Im from the mothaf**in Lou, this how a mothaf**er play it
Beat me? Can you believe what this mothaf**er said?
You mustve slipped, fell and bumped your mothaf**in head

[Round 3: Conceited]
Yo, when I show up at n***as pad drawn, its not Pictionary
I got a gun thats so big, f** a magazine
That sh** take dictionaries
I got your b**h on my private, like we in the military
And Im dead going deep in that box, like Im in the cemetery
If you gettin away, I be gettin a gauge, like Im gettin married
Dump and then skirt with the pump, like a secretary
I will tell all of my n***as to lift the semi
As soon as I scream, Buck it!, bullets wouldve 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 10 for you like Reynolds Wrap
So stop the chitty chat, n***a, you dont lift the strap
And got guns slingin, you got none singin, like Sister Act
So you like a bottle of patron, ‘cause you wouldnt lick a cap
I figured that anybody who said he won or lost
Ill call them awesome liars
I mean, you thought you were gonna beat me
In this battle and be brought up higher?
n***a, you burn so much trees, itll be Smokey the Bear
Hell come out when theres a forest fire
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, itll be smokey, the barrel come out
And point when the 4 is fired
This n***as always tryin, but he aint even kind of scary
You can get ate behind bars; thats commissary
n***a, make your own style
Stop looking for the shortcut, b**h; Halle Berry
n***a, you damn right, I watch cartoons, so? I dont care what whoever think, Magic School Bus, Tom & Jerry
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, whoever think Magics cool, bust a Tom in Jerry
This is something thats very crazy
Its something I got to mention
I dont know if yall know his fata** girlfriend Latasha Simpson
Dont try to tell me, She aint fat, she got a fat a**, n***a
No, she is a fata**, n***a, and she looks like a fata** n***a
The worst part is this n***as married her
She got two twins thats not even his
Dont you get it, little n***a? That means some other cat did more sh** to that box than kitty litter
You met them children when they turned four though
You dont get the picture?
Its not smart, guy, to raise up twins
That are not yours like Sister, Sister
Now, look, look… Daddy Daycare, Captain Save-a-Ho
This n***a getting mad, he want to grip the blicker
He want to cock and peel
n***a, you shooting it like you being a stepfather
Even those kids know you dont pop for real
But if you get close, Im like a klepto, because I got the steel
Paramedics gonna have to patch things up, like Dr. Phil
Nickel-plated mag, penny-plated bullets
Youll get shot and k**ed
Like David Blaine, thinking you street, Magic
Ill show you how that copper feel
On the real, Ive had enough of it
Ima pull Magic card no matter how hard you shuffle it
Because its nothing but lies in your delivery you feed us
June know he on some other sh**
Yo, every n***a you bring with you can get sniped off
I got the stick under arm for any man sent, thats right, God
Shout-out to you even making it on Summer Madness
But compared to me, you got light bars
This is Uno, whyd yall think this would be a draw for
When Im the reason its a wild card?
Your whole team can hop in the bag; thats a sack race
You gonna see a lot of big shots, like hes backstage
n***a, you cant hold the Sig, like an ashtray
I got two black 8s and thesell be on the Magic
Like when Shaq played
The only person you ever put in work with was a cla**mate
When real Crips see you, they see food and take this crab cake
So I dont want to hear nothing how your MAC spray
Its like them old-a** plays, we can see them bodies you make up, n***a, just by looking at Black face. Hah?!

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 20:58