[Round 1: Prez Mafia]
Ayo, I said it's a lot of n***as in this crowd and honestly I didn't think that y'all come
You know, 'cause we them new n***as
Somebody always got something to say about us
But shoutout to Smack 'cause he got the job done
DNA--
I got a big gat, no
For you I ain't even have to bring in my gun
'cause the Bronx been killing Queens since KRS-ONE!
It's time to separate the starters from replacements
Trying to put a part in my sentence; comma, the K clip
That's for the King of Queens, what I deliver is greatness
And what I carry'll put his father in the basement
This the n***a they gave me?
Fans treating him like he's some kinda god?
I give this guy no hope, but for the chicken I'mma across his road
Like "knock knock", no jokes
I'm deadass
Did you fail science in class?
'cause I coulda swore to God I seen this guy get smoked
And broke down when K shined on DNA like a microscope
Over there, yeah, that's top tier
And we don't like them folks, they've gotta go
No Katrina when a n***a get bodied home
Y'all ticked off
Cause' he ain't been the bomb since he bodied Rone
But here's some messages 'fore I squash ya fate
I'm gonna take you to where it ain't sunny, the light'll make you squint
But don't guard your face
I got the juice now
Lines hotter than the tropic, can a n***a say my bars is fake?
But you ain't catch it, standing there with the salty face
I said it's gay to rape a bar, but aren't you supposed to concentrate?
I said wait, back to juice
This fiend ache for a clean slate, for peep's sake
He owe me money
I said give him time
Tuh...
Only a minute made
My n***as [?] snake [?]
I hate to draw a scheme out, and give him a mean shake
But if I snap, pull out on that bitch whip, give his V eight (V8)
Something I said, you mad? you don't fuck with my style?
N***a, y'all about as played out as C-A-R bars
And I should know, 'cause I done used them
Ya clown
Ya chick watching me take the win, she'll (windshield) be wiping me down
No jokes
The [?] spokes
Peep the lines in this round
We all fill (feel) her
They saying I'm all filler
Not at all n***a
You wouldn't understand, my thoughts thicker
Off n***a
Your rap is like drugs
You ever had a pound?
Good, 'cause that means you don't know that it makes more sense (cents) if you break the shit down
Just get murked when it clips disperse
He only asked for two minutes
Bitch, the shit gets worse
[Round 1: DNA]
So you URL put Mr. Woosah vs a vet, so you know I brought bars in here
A n***a that say it's Mr. Hide My Bars
But then you go describe your bars
And y'all are confused and always cheer
Just know when you rap with a voice like that
N***a, anything you say to me is hard to fear
Well since you claim you a bad boy, I want to see you Woosah now that Martin's here
Well I'm a bad boy too
At NOME they gon' see me check Will
What you trying to mark us with that little ass gun
You ain't no my sect's (sex) real
'till I put the Smith out
Your whole union geting fucked when this tech drill
Run in his crib, cap ten
And get this n***a from the 'X peeled
Woosah!
There's levels to this shit, young boy
Even I had to learn about getting clean
You looked bummy as hell in UFF, look like you got every outfit from City Jeans
What, I said something you don't like, n***a?
Well just know that these shits is mean
Arms reach more than a Surf bar, and punches stretch long as a Chilla scheme
Now what that really means is I got a left that'll make him drop today
Named him Kwanii Kussh, cuz I also got a right for this bitch like Lotta Zay
Catch Prez tryin' to scheme from a block away
Give 'em the beats when I let the first billion air (billionaire) like Dr Dre
A couple shots made him drop
You that's cuz I had to Wesson 'round
A couple more shots with these techs I'm trying to send a message now
Prez' still ain't shoot back
I told him put his weapons down
Because this PG's like Mark Jackson, his guns won't get fired after the second round and they put you in a main event, n***a
Against a n***a that's something you want to brag 'bout
Too bad it's a DNA that showed up, so now n***a, you assed out
You got killed by Hussein
Bodied by Trunks
The first time you backed out
Them n***as made you pay so
You should have showed no mercy in the Trap House
You frontin' like you got all this guap my n***a, not in person
What Smack gave you a grand tonight, shit you gon get a band (banned) for life like Donald Sterling
Wait that's a bar, don't act like it's not that mean
Cuz I'll be Donald Sterling, cuz as far as life I'll erase his with the Clippers and drop his team
I guess y'all n***as ain't catch that that
That was a light to knock the bulb out
You said in your last bar gotta concentrate, for what?
To knock this pulp out!
Once I--
You want to act like you tough, all I gotta do is bring that knife already
Your man tripped on his way to the stage, he knew it was lights out already
I got better flows, he tried to ball in Philly
Till hed realize that he couldn't take Eric's snow, that's why I gotta kill 'em
You selling greens on a block is oregano
Plus I'mma put you on the DL since you got a Bull's hat on like Derrick Rose
But those is bars right there
I mean actual lines
Smack you said it's two minutes please keep the actual time
Hope you don't ride Charlie Clips' dick and come with Charlie Clips flips, spit actual rhymes
No need for a slogan the first round, just came to tell all y'all I'm back on my grind
[Round 2: Prez Mafia]
My n***a Smack said this the battle of the teeth
So bro you gon know I'm about to act out
Cuz what dirty n***a gets a new tooth... just to take the fucker back out
But I get it, with it you ain't good at them lines
N***a you got a Shaq mouth
I see it now
Probably got gassed by some bitches trying to cash out
Like "DNA, you look cuter without the tooth, take it back out"
You [?], fuck is that about, bull
I'mma say it once, and not say it no more
I'm like a hitman with clips on my way to a corpse
That's a Staten Island connect
And CS, I dudes'll kill 'em
Not play with the balls
So with ten hit
It'll leave ya friends sick (forensic), when the state job depict DNA off the floor
Y'all want more?
The shine done blind these dudes, Chinese food, how I cater to dog
With a K to ya dogs
This the grip toss, yeah, Rick Ross crib
I put his face on the floor
They probably want more
I hold a grudge, put two to ya mug
Was that light? yeah, and these two toys talk like Woody and Buzz
Don't spit them cartoons bars, cuz you know DNA really in these streets
You know what (Prez laughs)
I respect that (Prez laughs)
Hah, cuz it's true (Prez laugh)
If he really keeps the heat, and that's a fact
Then you try to come up on me, like it's sweet
You better do what you can do, before I clock 'em with these hands
Like Beauty and the Beast
You a [?]
And light-skinned bars is something you gotta deal with it
You get peeled with it
And it's still n***a
If I don't catch 'em
Later on he'll get steeled with it
'cause I'm still with it
Real n***as out here, won't take my moves, cuz they know i blaze my tool
On a fake wild dude
That I'll kill, you'll discover a round will (wheel) like a caveman do
And tell Clips he gon get murdered by that caveman too
Ayo Boom, I killed you once, just admit it
You be stressing, camera hall
Nobody likes that he goes hard to get some mentions
I was your only clear loss
Rematch? you got a death wish
Cuz you hungry
Oh I get it, fat n***as always ask to cook for seconds
N***a, dead it
Cuz that right there will be a mistake
And I bet if you went on a diet, you'll probably miss steak
N***a, I run up on Clips with a big plate
(Prez smacks mouth)
Eat that shit in front of him, then switch plates!
It's Judge Judy, now it's time to get back in this bitch face
What's the verdict?
I had enough of this fag boss
The last draw
They say I ain't got punches, well this one's is a jab, boy
Nah, I had enough of this fag ball, this the last straw
This grip kick quick like an update at the app store
Think about it
Yo, time n***a
Sik, I lied, n***a, when I heard I was battling you, I was like, he is not deadly
Then I found it was two minute rounds, I'm like, get him the fuck out of here, he is not ready
Ash Cash lied to Clips when she said he was not heavy
The shit gets iller, I'm not Chilla, so you will not vet me
Woosah!
Just get merked when the clips disperse
You got Ill Will after me
The shits gets worse!
[Round 2: DNA]
Prez I know after this round gon hate me n***a
Cuz word to everything I love you look like a Spanish possum that caught rabies n***a
I know my teeth are fucked up but those shit look crazy n***a
Those look like your mom had a terrible time looking at your face as a baby n***a
You keep fronting like you this gangsta dude, just keep it rap
The street life ain't for you
I made a phone call to my n***as like
Run up in Prez crib, if he try to escape, it's cool 'cause his life gon see an end (CNN) once we breakin'news
That right there was a bar
But since you claim that you all street
Let's invest in stock, give him a couple shots
Then hit 'em up, put him next to Pac
Got a lot of time on my hands so Nu Born could be the second clock
Like a Rolex, once I get Prez a dent, you'll watch (presidential watch)
But these PG n***as be mad, I swear
Prez you need to be like, DNA thank you
I don't know how to repay you
But I'm glad I'm here
A good [?] for me n***a is to keep this mag right here
So I could get this n***a shot down like a bad idea
But you be cooking though
You just got the wrong recipe
The reason why Prez vs Wavy ain't drop is cuz that loss would have fucked up Born's legacy
And we all know that you're Nu Born son
First it was a 100 Bulletz, now you're the newborn son
But if revamped as a copy of Slow It Down, don't that make Nu Born SONS?
And if y'all both bit off of QP, then y'all the newborn SONS
I'm done
With all this biting n***a, it's killing me
A head shot'll make Prez die, but why would I care, he ain't a Kennedy
Once I shoot, I kill your people
Soon as I snipe lead
Play Bill Clinton and find gore on the side of you, if you don't take my advice, Prez
I mean I'm shooting at both of ya guys dead
So be happy that you grinding and stop fronting P
Cuz if I swing these punches you just gon' stand there and do nothing B
You know, Solange threw punches, Beyonce stood there and did nothing B
Wait, wait, that's a bar, cuz when a pistol blows, it'll shell a hater
Cuz even this n***a's sister knows this shit'll get kickin' in the elevator
It's round two, it's getting hot in here
Everybody in Tobacco Lounge, y'all know my slogan
(Crowd: "Get 'em the fuck outta here")
Hell no, get you the fuck out of here
Get Angry Fan, get Unbias Review and everybody that thought I was gonna lose the fuck outta here
Get Woosah, get a 100 Bulletz and all them corns the fuck outta here
I just opened up a abortion clinic, get Nu Born the fuck outta here
So just get merked when the clips disperse
(DNA imitates Prez's slogan and body movements)
And I'mma body everyone at NOME IV, the shit gets worse!
Woosah!

[Round 3: Prez Mafia]
Wasn't you a roommate in Nu Born' house?
N***a let me speak when the nine glow
It'll hit him like he slept on his bed, n***a, head to feat
Woosah
Think about it
But I said yo, ridin' through Q borough, and I swear to God
Hold on, hold on, lemme get that
I said how I'm ridin' through Q borough, you see the light-- wait wait, how the fuck y'all say c'mon and y'all not gonna let me rap
I said strole lights through Q borough, n***a gon see the light and dump with a sawed off
Sideways that shit look like the beak on Darkwing Duck
Fuck a tray, I'll eat your foods like I don't like free lunch
N***a, that's an arm out the window, you'll see it and get to running like the ice cream truck
Most likely, run all you want
Bet that I still catch you
And he'll get his top picked in the crowd like it's ya Ill battle
The steel rattle, at a snake in disguise
Get picked last like the fat dude in gym class
I'm not playing with y'all
I have to, so clapping the lead, I scream "yaga"
That shit mean I'm pulling at the back of his head
Woosah
Now look at DNA, I swear he defines fraud
And did you beat Un, no; so n***a pull my card
It's way out there
I'll get you set up
We don't play around here
I just tell my n***as wait right here
'cause he don't know his way 'round here
Bang! [?] his body like Coney Island beaches, toes would be felt in the sea, tuh, you get slayed 'round here
They all targets, it's like a baby birthday cake how that four sparkin'
I said double M, no, it's skylines, they all talkin'
Fuck a opp
I'll bring it straight to the dock, that's Pearl Harbor
Overhead, know them skylines like Paul Walker
N***a
Oh I said the small talkers, they always duckin' in truth
I heard his music, the shit's trash
With a public dispute, his next session I turn the sound down, dump when I shoot
Blam the K, that's Anna Mae; he'll be fucked in the booth!
That's here now
Stand down, or a couple getting stitched
That's a cancelled double date
N***a, that shit mean that couples getting ditched
I was taught, the thing brought, they'll be eager to stack bread
So I left beef in the bag like old dog (O-Dog) with the cracked head
Bronx, you old dog (O-Dog), with a cane (Caine), get a cracked head
I'm a menace too, society (Menace II Society) ain't ready
Just ask Prez, I know that scheme was drawn out
But I'mma let 'em fly
Ayo Cor, I got a .40 right
I tell my n***as, hurry up and baow!
Let it off
Better call all ya n***as and pears to let 'em know, you ain't 3-0ing shit over here
And by a show of hands, how many n***as had D beating me
Straight forward, no skateboarder, watch D see defeat
Just gett merked when the clips disperse
N***as don't get all of them bars, so on-cam, the shit gets worse

[Round 3: DNA]
Yo
Ah man
A lot of y'all n***as in these battle rap forums, y'all always got something crazy about DNA right
Like how I set up bad and I got weak lines
Y'all gotta promise me one thing, when you go home tonight, type in how many times Prez had defeat lines
And then I want y'all n***as to critique him
And tell him to soak it up
Cuz I told you I'mma freestyle and you gon get this work, Loaded Lux
This third round I'mma you in a lock, cobra clutch
Have you like that candle you had there, broken up
So this n***a talking 'bout he's crazy
Like he can say it now
You said I live with Nu Born, I'm not even gonna get personal, but ask him, it was the other way around
I [?] that n***a
You can get a hollow, you sno' that, n***a
And the reason why he ain't sayin' nothing is cuz you know that, n***a
Now, how URL supposed to market you, n***a
You ain't even come up on a original Smack DVD
You choked in this round, and you just choked on BET
When I first watched the shit, the n***a said block fifty times
I mean I gotta laugh
Cuz he was actually beating KG, until he fucked up, that's what got me mad
A n***a like me would've freestyled, turn that whole round to a body bag
Like these arms'll have you lying, so after this he won't want a polygraph
My pistol game perfect, which means my aim good
A shot'll remove him from D block like J Hood
Graph, D block, what y'all don't fuck with those punches
Maybe y'all will when y'all realize those were the judges
Like Lux, you know I got a casket
See a n***a like you a fuck up and stumble
And spend an hour on it
You tried to look good against KG in Brooklyn, but you ain't have enough power for it (power forward)
Like Lux, just know I got a casket
Like a ghetto bitch in the hood, just know we got a ratchet
A shot'll pop, spin this n***a's block backwards
So it won't be a woman on a menstrual, when something hot flashes
So if you get that, then you better have some of the best chefs
Or your family better know how to handle death well
I got too much experience to let this n***a from the X sell (excel)
You better breathe right, or I'mma give this n***a from the ex hell (exhale)
This is what you asked for Prez, now you got a vet name
Shooters on deck every time, I got the best aim
When I brung that four in, I'll make this n***a from the X change (exchange)
Be a good sport, cuz we ain't come for them X Games
This n***a's a lame
Oh my god, these bars official
All I gotta do is call my n***a Rain, and it's hard to get you
We'll load up, shoot at 'em, spark the pistol
Fuck the n***as on the side, like my shirt, I'm just tryna hit the star in the middle
So fits really drama just know that this
Say Jeff is really drama just not have
So if it's really drama, just know that the swammy'll pull
I came here to put mafia behind bars like Sammy the Bull
I'm full, you know this dude's too much
Moving up, you better Prep or get suited up
I'm moving up
I guarantee to tell a n***a that I'm hot, god
How the fuck this n***a gonna beat me in a battle when these is all off-of-the-top bars
Oh I got that chrome four, fuck five, it's [?] four
Why you think I keep sayin' that Smack?
'cause Ill Will is getting bodied at NOME IV
I'm so sure
(crowd member interjects: "no, he didn't")
No, he didn't? why you have it?
You always coming at me, stop
You gon' fuck up a classic
The shit gon get get drastic
I'mma have to play [?], give me a savage
You see my n***a Prez shoot good, but he remind me of Russell Westbrook, this PG's erratic
I ain't have to write that shit
It's a freestyle, anytime you say somethin' off the top, they gon' like that shit
Don't get hyped, that's quick
Let that steel peel
No Holyfield, I showed 'em I'm the real deal
Get your tickets for NOME IV, next up is Ill Will