B Magic vs. Daylyt

Round 1

Daylyt

See this the type of beef is rare, 40k for one steak?

High as it seem, I should’ve charged ‘em Morpheus,

“I should’ve charged ‘em more” Is I Just Scream

I want out of this dream, I did this for a complete freeness

I can no longer work for this fuck money, fuck money

I’ll be damned is I salute the prostitute in this case

The court says run they course

So they prosecute those whose priors are cute

Think about it, think about the bars he soon behind

Imagine, having it on lock it’s true

But I might need mental freedom to beat him

So I’m asking every one of you, is it possible to do the impossible

If I should lose will I remain the man in demand

Elite, get a shot or two without the bottle of Absolut? Possible

They say the fame got to you, I reply: “lame, I’m god to you”

A lord if the ring, monster, hobbit who

Hop thru the obstacle just to get a shot to prove, I’m enlightened now

The last time they spotted Lyt in town

It wasn’t Vegas it was day just making violent sounds

So this time around I know they watching you

And the thought that I wont even get to finish my sentence

It’s a lifetime supply of bars

Every star in the card should fear the pen

They ask how can one man sell, well

The plan is just to listen to my fans I’m here to win

Tell these little bo peep look at all these lost sheep

Who fall sleep wondering am I’m dead still or I’m too ill

Where after all the bull that I’ve gave you

You still got options to see the real route

What’s it gonna be red pill or blue pill?

But wait…before you make a move I must advise you all

The “red pill” the fake world

The antics, the gimmicks, the shenanigans

Everything that every one of y’all hate me for

But yet still remain everything that has got me this big

And the blue pill? Well that’s quill

Lyt that nobody cared to share, Lyt before the mass

Lyt that couldn’t outrun the shadows

And not that you all have a visual description

Of what both pills capable

I’ll let y’all choose the outcome of this battle

What’s it gonna be the red pill or blue pill? This match fire

I just want that one final fan to see fantasy I am the link to this game

I get the biggest swords and that’s why I am the man to watch

Matrix this match is fire, I am the final fantasy

Share the ink of Lyt slicing this nigga

They like “how an dude top what I bring next?”

Quill cross my vocal box i plan to jot

For my stans who can’t stand me, give me my Grammy

Cause of my grandma notch, watch

Me go right in with writing, imma King Arthur

No wonder why I be on my Camelot

True? It’s true right? But it might seem false to kids go crazy

Baby you might wanna adopt this scheme, mean, what I mean is

Time after time I done showed y’all the flow clean

But y’all still wonderin’ where the mop is

I done worked thru the streets test the heart

Doubt everything I’ve accomplished

I’ve circle the east, the west, the north, the south

But still can’t figure out where the comp is

Give me my props give me my props

Fuck what a prop is, my proposition is

Every time they put a punch line nigga in front of me

Thinking the shit be tough till the scene turn to tragic

Faggot, its peter pan magic, whoever y’all picks he dust

They said the punch line king, this is where he get jipped see

See luck Is not an option for yall ass

It’s tall grass we cut the lawn mower on

To this stage I’m not stranger, it’s ranger danger, I’m just a head, Zordon

Lines, top to bottom, period

Whoever in my division divided sided decided pilot

I been on plane, water, grinding

Give me a break, you see what my might is

These niggas sleeping on me

I guess I gotta rip the gum out of you youngsters mouth

It’s cool B, do what your gotta do best, and that is run when the monsters out

Y’all don’t get it?

It’s Scooby Doo, do what you do best, run when the monsters out

I’m no monster amongst you killers

A month to figure I among to niggas who be amounting to nothing

Aye wack clowns get rocked in the background

They’ll be amounting to something

I drunk from the fountain of youth

And you drunk from the fountain of frontin’

And just know, before it get too real

I still got options to take the blue pill

B Magic

UW Battle league, the show arrived

Listen up, I get the bulldog for how hard ya actin

I mean I get the snub nose, Latoya Jackson

And a ring when I get to robbin’ like Paula Patton

The P-89 , arms cock back if ya chest out its time for krumpin’

I wig on him the mills, I Donald Trump him

Don’t get the morning y’all new day is comin’

Lebron, Allen and Wade, my team hot

Master of this punch line shit homie, give King props

You could take a pic out of the clip, that’s a screenshot

Pull up, big gun in his ride, that’s Team Roc, that’s the cave gang

Imma let all the fans see, if you step to me man peep

Grab a tech out the damn Jeep, make a mess out this damn creep

You flex you get hand beat, I’m fuckin’ day up like a death in the family

Y’all niggas I got some shit to say and duck hunt

I’ll be the first one for pistol playing, no accident

When that llama and the fifth is spraying and crack his back

I promise, I meant to break it, I say I ride and take shot, you see the blazer

You keep talkin’ that jazz you gon’ need a baker

I’ll give ‘em a couple bucks like he needs a favor

In the building classic, you know the play day

But not real Eazy on the cam out with Dre day

Magic got some words we can pay day

I Ethan with the Hawke and daybreak

You dot mob? Well join roc in a hard place

I brought a piano he trying to fill up a guitar case

The metal got ya name on it like car plates

2Pac ‘em, see if you could smile with a scarred face

You want some bars? Then say that nigga

My deliver wash a cat may tag niggas

Spit faster, that’s Dizaster, Arab nigga

Let what’s in the lime fly to make day pass quicker

Yeah i took the battle cause I need the cake

My oldest son a fruit, how the fuck I seed a grape?

Its daytime for the coffin come get ya fever straight

See I take a day off like I need a break

Nigga I’m the shit I put that on my mama son

Pay all you gonna get to say is “he got a gun”

Them tools lifting you, two intro crew view into you

Dome shot, lean in his body like a smooth criminal

I’ll give ‘em a small cap, that’s a yamaka

No clip just one them days like Monica

The 7 can do the celebration, you follow bruh?

Be careful what you wish for I creep behind niggas, Hanukkah

Uppercut, left, right, block ya chin

Power, speed, magic, stick and weave like a bobby pen

But why give his backhand when I can bank shots?

Somebody tell this motherfucker I’m the best

Check cats who thinking they sick com run it by a vet

I got some bad news for ya , I hang ‘em by his neck

Bitch I’m living what I’m writing that’s the butterfly effect

B motha fuckin’ magic nigga

Round 2

You see that? I think I just seen the same cat, agents, agents

Like I’m sliding but I’m slipping, well let me get a grip them

Round this lil’ nigga motha fuckin’ neck

I’m gon put the pressure on it all night and keep applying

You people buyin’, we equal sided

This what’s seen as a devised scheme disguised

All cause UW don’t screen the clients

All this work you put in and you get the same simple assignment

And every time you line these niggas up I got to do the realignment

We got all night, we got all night

Daylyt

I don’t need $40K to battle loaded

I said, the plot is to cook skillet

Present the skill in me to get buzz worldwide

And show I’m a killer bee

Matrix, ima kill a B, this is when I go retarded

Y’all gon see the special ed in son

Camera’s gon need special edit son when I show ‘em I’m Edison

My main focus is my inner G positives and negatives

One line for this bitch but let’s subtract the women

Dennis the men ass in here

Who’s say the kid bad? Dennis the menace is here

A lifetime of mouth drillin’ will dent his career

These niggas too fake, I got a filling it ain’t gon work out

Alley thugs don’t got the Balley’s plugged to smoke a nigga

But I do, so d will see that I’m just a different grade

Wave, say hello to ya Cali bud

Remember? When they said we’d be trash?

Called us low grade nigga with the stress issue, real shit less tissue

Never let your guts spill and nobody won’t mess with you

They say the key yo being a G

Is build a stable foundation within made out of a steel base, but play less nickel

The last nigga who though my last pop quiz was funny

Now the only thing he remember is my test tickles

Y’all seen what I did to math, “watch out”

Y’all seen what I did to Fatz, “calm that shit down”

I went way to Detroit by my lonely like “Grape street nigga”

I no longer have to show y’all what my heart bout

Check worldstar and you’ll see a Day vid roughin niggas up

I just couldn’t resist the temptation of a mark out

Y’all seen it, I left fresh prints on a nigga head

But who aim I to judge death? Maybe that’s cause they Phil coward

I been tired, only reason I’m still on the road is

Cause I got large amount of will power

They say in order for your career to move forward I gotta take the focus route

Stay out of dodge, give b-room, let him to being fly

Which is bitchness, you a hoe, cause you gon cause doubt

I’m a dog you’re in on the porch of course you gon see what the dope is bout

When I spaz I get green, fly in the “the mask” and that cause I’m the loccest out

Bitch pout on that long ride home

Forever it shows the evidence, tell ‘em it’s elements to the god

You smell that shit? This is heaven sent

Every since they made first base, thought first place

Get the metal quick, but I got locked in the slammer

Y’all don’t wanna meet Medel with my type of killer

Yo Chilla, fill him in the enemy, who you be ABC

You don’t realize? The bag is waiting

What I’m asking ya is are you thinking bout Africa

It don’t matter I’m still beyond your wildest imagination

Double activation I’m too cold

When I come back snapping for spines it’s tragic

They said “he’s done” it’s a harry potter wand

That’s one hell of a line for Magic

Just now it can get too real

We still got that option to take the blue pill

B Magic

I kicked his door caught him sleep, it’s a life I gotta take away

He’ll open his eyes to something blunt that’s a wake and bake

Every time you see me I got the cig nigga, Macy Gray

With good aim I dare superman to try a save the day

How you wanna do it? Killin’ niggas is my true religion

Black is not a cat you wanna cross that’s a superstition

5 shots for the a trey, no Hoova crippin

You bad boy if you bring em back like new edition

Try to run I get my money back that’s refund

Reload give em the same clip that’s a rerun

Fuck that I let him hold some bucks if he need one

Two double pumps like “what’s happening” I’m re-run

This is not a battle for coming to see props

You stunt and you see glocks you wanted to be shot

Go to Chris, I mean I send him where Pun to meet Pac

High power, Lyt Is only 103 Watts

Its’ motha fuckin’ magic, that’s nigga’s hot

Beam on the 40 homie, let a game off hit the spot

B Magic flood the whole city can you say FEMA?

Straight right, I’m tryin’ to turn Daylyt to a daydreamer

Trip the 9/11 blow I Chief Geronimo

Creep up on him with K-Shine steps, kinda low

You will fuck around and get popped like a condom broke

I’m on a roll see Daylyt playin’

If we clock hours back who gon do the Daylyt saving?

I’ll have him streaming when I’m blammin’ the metal

Which’ll have him burning like Hansel & Gretel

New jersey what up niggas, Salutations

Magic spread out a room of niggas like allegations

Have em in a gown when them caps fly, congratulations

When i put it in ya head like imagination

These haymakers, I’m the best nigga, ask ya shortie

Creep up on day and his homeboys, with the Mac & 40

Ya man chin get worked on like axel Foley

Bitch came out that cake for his ring like a bachelor party

Competitor, who said that? That ether flow

Two forearms over ya head, that’s a sleeper hold

Night night the sleepy mode, walk him thru hell

April O’Neill, I’ll have him talkin’ to shells

These bars all day, I’m out here for the ring

Daylyt on some shit them niggas from California making

Got ya chick from watts, she down for the Californication

Aired the grape out, had a nigga from California raisin

Mr. Flipper, Magic be the sickiest infection

With the 5th it get reckless, it’ll split him in seconds

Run up on me homie gon see the smith & the Wesson

I tried to inform a nigga he gon witness protection

We got shit bigger than police guns

Dumpin, I’m goin for a bag like a weed Run

Two hawks, knows AR when you see one

Two hawks, Noah, AR, C, dumb

I ain’t trying to be silly with y’all

If I pop it bet he rocket to the city of god

Meaning I lay em down when that scheme come thru

Sleep for good that’s how you make a dream come true

B motha fuckin’ Magic nigga

Round 3

Daylyt

This is the part where it can get real

How many people want me to take this blue pill?

Third verse, I could’ve brought the quill out for all you niggas

I think it’s time for me to bring out the real out for you niggas

How many people in here from grape? Nobody? Ars, you from grape nigga

Let me do you a lil’ history lesson

You know how we put that on the homie Young?

You know Young went to Missouri a got killed By some Lou niggas?

You knew that? So with that being said, fuck all this rap shit

I should bill one of you niggas

Nah nah nah, fuck all this Shaq shit, I Shaquille one of you niggas

But nah we not gon do that since we both on crip

I’m not gon be on that bitch shit

I figured I’d just give you the origin if this crip shit

We gave y’all hugs niggas life to practice, I mean we talkin’ bout practice

But he didn’t want to I guess “the answer” turned into a cancer

The only option was to kill a sly project

I mean soon as we blinked to think they was drinkin’ 40’s

Nigga put that gin aside, this is genocide I bet

Before any of you niggas was created it was us, “thuggin”

Turned into the that question that gave birth to the inner pride process

To maintain a space we created a gang, a space a circle

That the tan didn’t understand, man

They labeled that a unidentified object

Cause we kept that silver metal round

Settle down for now, no friendships

Today you a foe to my sword my skill

And yes I’m gon be with the extras, terrestrial he know

This is when true men show that this world is not real

What we do? That’s our skill and y’all ignore it

What these humans like?

They steal or bit everything from the fav son

But let’s air out that round

When I go at em it’s fear of destruction

I hope y’all ready before that day come for your life

See my kind of partition, just listen

Thinkin’ about my mission, I gotta plan it

Cause I past that 103rd rock from the sun damn it

I see they material running out of fluid

Who should they hit the lick with

Surface gotta be 70% covered

Cause every animal on the planet do demand It

But this is where I do damage, don’t panic

His planet tangent granted

I care less how he crip he is he’s still gon c-a-l-i

Created everything you nIggas know of

You give me my city this is Prometheus

He might not have faith but he gon see how big we is

You pushed the wrong button

And you might’ve waken up these god crips from outta the crib

Figured you bitch nigga, there’s no reason for me to age you bro

Sally it’s Cali we started this blue water charter

It’s a part of us in all of these niggas’ H20

But I see you out that hydro too

The crown drunk, full of ox and gin

Well I might have to blow the flute to reveal my course line

Of course I’m no bomba clot but meet ya maker

Now say hello to my 4th kind

I tell em soon as they weigh me in it was an alien

I state lines that separate us you done came to the wrong boarder

Step one foot in my ocean

Magic gon need Magic potion to sustain this cold water

Which is the keyword and the key of life

They put a pond in front of me, I guess I gotta wet b slow

Reverse my thoughts this live stream I guess y’all gotta let me flow

This is when you see I’m beyond nice, I been on a clean wave

You could tell but don’t be on no tattle shit

Speak of new niggas, well I’m not the one to paddle with

Ain’t that a bitch how I dog girl it’s all pearl harbor Arthur

But I’m just different battleship for example…

When one soldier get hit they sub marines in

To bring in the guard crew but he get tore up with torpedoes

He don’t realize it’s God who created the sequel to these people

But I just gotta play my part too

In a small world, but this is honey I blew up the baby

Maybe let me enlarge in you kids

On how to be a newborn threat to the world

You see all this blue up here it’s a different margin

I told y’all it’s time to spaz time

Oooooo where my jacket? Where my jacket? Somebody give me a jacket

Gimmie my jacket I told y’all it’s time to spaz time

I told y’all it’s time to spaz time, we ain’t forgot we ain’t forgot my nigga

It’s mask time, let’s go

Fans was everywhere, it was lookin’ like a plan

They was standing in the background lookin’ like a stan

I start buckin “ba ba ba ba” people was bookin’ by the van

Cops stopped the Chinese lady and said “what does he look like?”

She said “he look a like a man”

What I gotta put that in the matrix or something?

“We had it under control”, I said quiet down, hold on

I said “I had it under control” it was looking like a plan

Fans was in the background lookin’ like a stan

I let a shot off blocka, blocka, blocka and it was lookin’ like a band

Cops stopped the Chinese lady and asked her

“What did he look like?” And she said “he look a like a man”

B Magic

I hope this nigga brought a pistol

Had to haul the strap with a tow truck we brought the missiles

I guarantee you’re gonna all of them hit you

Gun so big it look fake, but my autoficial

We got nothing in Common, I’m just right

Big strap keep a dot com ain’t a website

These brand new pair of blazers ain’t fresh nike’s

When it broke ‘em up it took half, that’s an ex wife

Straight walk into ya funeral with head ice

He the one that killed you, I’m just bringing the dead Lyt

Tap yo homie like “yo homie is dead nice”

Get the pump to ya LA gear is you step Lyt

Magic on a come up, run up, the 8’ll blocka

Magazines XXL, rapper’s takin’ cover

I maid men like Whitaker when he played the butler

The nigga see you shootin’ lyrics ain’t Jason brother

Say Daylyt get popped, I’m on the foolie block

All purple on, blending in with the tooly cocked

Like “he ain’t breathing?” fa fa “surely not”

When I open up on his chest he get jewelry boxed

You wanna play? This ain’t luggage that I carry on

Bullets will run thru out the day like a marathon

See I erase ya whole clique Mayan race ya

Get the shooting for ya heart Sanaa Lathan

I’m the best on the stage homie, my lane closing

Magic marksmen, blow a cartridge like the game frozen

Pop a nigga out his ropes, I’m chain smokin’

Don’t know what type of shit day done sold to y’all

On the roll when i hit the pin that’s a bowling ball

Bars give him dope feel that’s Bogotá

Mission impossible to get him ghost? I’m the pro to call

Hop in the whip and come and ride with a gangsta

I ride around with safety off it’s something wide in the chamber

So if you try me nigga, meet Yo Gotti ya savior

Twistin’ with ya brains out that’s mindless behavior

Talk to a nigga do it with a Super K

Get thru these 3 hot rounds then you super day

A bar fest ain’t what you want what you want nigga, lets play

Couldn’t ride way out of these bars with a death race

It’s B Magic I’m the best nigga, nothing less

See me and think of VD, I’m a fucking threat

Number 1 ask the people who the fuckin’ best

It’s illuminati ass niggas that I must address

Seen Dot Mob in the club just last night

Push Mook off the side start turnin’ off Rex mic

Nigga dressed in a batman suit said “let’s fight”

I roc’d em, Tay stepped over the body like “that’s Lyt”

But he need it nigga just remind me of Omar

Catch him in checkin’ his rims, I’m O-dogg

Don’t Be A Menace, cause you’ll know

I’ll slip a uzi out the closet and smoke dog

I said it once these motha fuckas scared

I’m from the motha fuckin’ Lou that’s how a motha fucka play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this motha fuckin’ said?

You must’ve slipped, fell and bumped on his motha fuckin’ head

B motha fuckin’ Magic nigga