2 Bookends and a Slim Volume

[Round 1: Ave] So, bitch, we finally here No need to preach, how he been on a winnin' streak 'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek But, see, the difference in the niggas here standin' He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances So fix your stance, bitch, 'cause you been gettin' by with fly talk Knowin' that your kind is why they provided a sidewalk Soft niggas on this goddamn Earth Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse But you put in work? But see this is why I doubt the shit tho Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim? Yeah you counterfeit bro When shit get real do one go out the window? Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow Bro, you'se a hoe And bein' able to flow ain't gon' justify it You talk guns, but my niggas buy the shit to just to fire I'm talkin' just to survive Cause when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet We be Lucky if Justice on our side But you don't mind, cause you not who you say So now I'm pissed when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Boucher Which makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face Cause you might be Frog-gy where you stay But today you ain't in Michigan J Don't give a fuck what he display with his skills Cause he just claimed he would kill I ain't suited up a single day in this field He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the steel Nigga ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch Oh you JC for real But see I'm trill, old school, I'm still with usin' these I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth Maybe two mo' and you sleep And that's cause I only move wit' the shoulders So on the ground you'll find JuJu on that beat Boy I'ma beast Still down to raise the crime rate dawg Once I get trap wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff See niggas like you, just play boss I'm really wit' soldiers, get big bucks So soon as shit get illy it's over Boy you'se a poser If you a gun-blower, then prove me that But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Juli' at (Juliet) Or a foul option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin' Now you mad she movin' on to the Shepherd (Sheppard) like Kyle Watson All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit he ain't 'bout So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy You should be worried 'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that shirt About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse 'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that church But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best verse Oh it gets worse See, niggas get murked for tryin' to be heathens But don't be an example this evening I know you want us to believe you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin' Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons See you dope man, the things that you do with the bars? Sheesh I mean it's hot! They had to come and get me 'cause he on the street See how all of y'all asleep? 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come And Get Me' J (Jay) we on Volume 3! See here's the difference, I've been official and my pen a missile Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples So I don't trip off the shit that pricks tell me Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie That ain't gon' help G I'm too certified for verbal lies (verbalize) I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize) All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the game And have Chef handle that problem like a kitchen complaint Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers So for dead presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to rush ours (Rush Hours) Cause we really in the field And I rob cause I'm allergic to broke So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) But you ain't trill enough to trap where you live Bitch stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq It's nonsense Most of these niggas we cross is clowns And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds But I ought to off him now So Lord talk me down I wanna hit this bitch but God, he (Gotti) cool, that's Coffee Brown But for now, I just tied the bag that his head in And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a dead end That's Round 1, man [Round 1: JC] Ave, Mackk Myron told me to tell you you mad gay for fuckin' up that Body Bag- [Ave] Fuck Mackk Myron [JC] Okay, now y'all really ready? I still remember the first time you held your iron low like you was anemic From then on, you remained the coolest As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you shook the game...and blew it Then we had to hear about that shit all the time All them lines If you felt for Ave, you was walkin' blind 'Cause here, you gon' need all them stripes We call this life This Claude, this Ray Each biscuit mean don't cross the line What happened? This was once a place you was most welcomed at And now you damn near a welcome mat You know it's a bluff Still (steal), the toaster will bust One shot, open him up Casket? Closing and shut Six pallbearers, you better hope they loyal as fuck 'Cause when we pu- Just pray the same niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up 'Cause it's about to rain Arms'll wave and it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange And your president? He won't even attend your service like you John McCain It's gettin' sad They won't remember Ave, he gettin' dragged The game is fake, Jake The Snake But when sir pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag And it's gettin' bad! Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fif' game crazy One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby Pay attention! It's nothing you can do that would be enough to even up All you niggas chase death in the hood But when Death in the hood chasin' that's when the Reaper come You next up, so vest up 'Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla It's important you know me But how you 40 with an O.G.? See, this is the reason the Cave crowded just a little I bet you when you used to watch Batman, all the sound effects was visual POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of power it takes extreme guts And you need some, a lot of it 'Cause the ratchet got a kick like Kareem Hunt's But never mind that We in line, Ave Write ya will, fuck who gets it Open ya mouth, the gun is in it What a coincidence: he bitin' steel (bite and steel) - pun intended I been told niggas I was levels ahead of him And this is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA But still, the Miller (mil' will) shoot Straight liftin' guys Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit ahead of time 'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a special reason Weapon's squeezin' The clip long enough for a second season We gon' send him back You ridin'? Well notice the signs, this the dead end of Ave And this Ave different I mean you was on top and now you can't get a win You 'bout as valuable as a Cavs ticket And me? Well I'm that nigga Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he won't go away I mean between you and yo' old age, I don't know what's gon' bring back problems quicker But it's me, it gotta be Honestly, the the precision that guide these rounds is how we know that he dead Stay focused instead 'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make sure that all that power go to his head It's body bags at every battle, make sure ya homie found one But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's only Round 1 That easy [Round 2: Ave] This the part where I show we not the same, bredren So either you gain blessings Or Florida's gon' mourn for your death...you James Evans All that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second guessin' You'se a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch And I bet it It's not that I know you, I just can smell it So if pussy's what you made (maid) of, honor it, who you wettin' (wedding)? We was young niggas squeezin' them toolies So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and Shooney Now who can prove he know a thing 'bout a shell? Or the bullet? A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The Bell See, you too frail to catch wreck in the trenches You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion Nigga, we breathe recklessness Nigga, he ain't stretchin' shit Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats from this? Yeah, commercial, I said it I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send texts (TECs) Now come back after these messages Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the stressin' I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no blessings And drinkin' heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut back But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences Why y'all doin' this to this nigga? You know we gutta Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he tougher Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya homie's a sucker Reachin' for that champagne woulda got you like Stoney brother Man, this fucker could've peeled and been gone And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone Nah, better yet, the whole Cave Even the bro Wav' will snap on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage You better let him know, Ace A war with us got brutal Especially since we order some more of them top Rugers Oh, you don't think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you? If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's shooter I got goons everywhere, dumbass They fuck wit' Ave That's 'cause anywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash You? Claim you hit the block for the bread But niggas told me you been poor (pour) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the dead So if you scared, don't even try to leave and play street Cause niggas die before they reachin' they peak And you don't want your pops hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep Knowin' the Game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist Deep See, I just want you to be you, Ju' And understand you not a murderer You wanna be loved, get you a boo Ju' (Buju) If dance is what you'd rather be on? Then, young fella, keep goin' Or fuck wit' the music: '70s porn See, the route you want, we done been on Niggas been through it, holmes We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice when the noodles gone I hit the trap, run through the zones My strip burnin' I had breakdown plays that was better than Chris Berman Y'all niggas too stuck on that petty gwap As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap I get respect on every block Cause I'm nervous the way he not So as far as cookin' this lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k) See the bars much iller, and my heart just realer I done seen triumph from things you just talk lil' nigga Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, just split him Cut clean, new Lion King: see that Scar much clearer! On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and let's get that real clear Can't hide how you queers feel, we were scrappin' too Just let me know when the match is through I guarantee niggas get the smooth sleep; the mattress new But as for you? You claim we got beef? Bring it Just know I'm fuckin' up everything with ease, more than Jacquees singin' So keep thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin' Give me a reason We got big shit that'll set him straight My advice is to get the wifey and ya kids extra safe Shit, ya friends better skate Even if you call the pigs, the police (Pulice) will no-show, now you like Brizz at SM8 Nigga, I'm a great [Round 2: JC] I know you here to put on a display and that's fine But stay in that line cause while you rappin' I got two arms tucked away the whole time Like your faceoff with Shine And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you Like your faceoff with Shine The last time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' faceoff with Sh- Matter of fact, let's just make this simple and plain I grab this, they won't remember his name He'll be past tense, literally go from Ave to Memory Lane First, they gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots And it's not gon' phase me Death? I had plenty brushes wit' it How you think shit got so wavy? I shook the game Might've added new seasonin', but I cook the same Still mixed with that stainless piece So if you niggas can't take the heat It's natural to look for shade I mean you trash cause you simple I'm mad cause they picked you Rage to come after Ave- I'mma definitely put up my average against you I'm actually glad you took the battle I hate niggas that duck and I hate divas And you ain't either Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't at the wake neither The fo' strike him I'll even get the baby kissed like the Pope like him And put a hit out, you'll never know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin' No more makin' them threats Smack saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best But plagiarism is what laid you to rest They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin': you David Koresh The clip will rock him, did him proper The family say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the Shocker You can tell he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to spaz I brought the test but I grade simple Even if he fail he pass A Chris Stokes dance angle? You said a bar Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know y'all hate the shit It's outdated shit But y'all wanna know how I knew he would still take the shit? Cause he steal (still) takin' shit But this time, it get real real The shot come from the Yak, so if I don't do it, then Will will Did I stutter nigga? Yeah, well either way he get steal still And it's plenty here These ain't your typical rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair These bitches better than VR When they in your face you can end up anywhere Nigga, Champion Of The Year? I see a whole group of niggas on it I only kill cause I like to write history usin' my opponents We not accepted the same I don't need validation off the same belt that he chase Shit, I even whipped Eric with the same belt that he made And when you finally made it to the big stage and started absorbing the glow It was like Shaq off the dribble: the crossover was slow I should give you lead next Or you can quit and act ya age, that's your new best bet This nigga got kids old as Chess was in UFF Not to mention, you got half-court sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in your rounds See this is the reason none of them punches last wit' me My accuracy? John Wilkes Booth from the balcony There you have it Before I play with Ave, I would play in traffic So don't play with me A-V-E will quickly end up on A&E I had to make a choice Until he done takin' bars, these people can't rejoice And that accuracy just proves what I'm sayin' I just load the shell, case and point You part of one of the largest movements But provin' that you actually belong? You hardly do it So this time, it's gonna take a lot of bars to prove it Just don't take a lot of bars to prove it Round 2 [Round 3: Ave] I've been earned my respect But this new battle rap lane is some other rabble So if this was wrestlin', nigga I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel Cause the era where I'm from was 'bout killin' But now if you don't do shit with a bunch of this they swear you won in the buildin' Look here children, y'all know how we built our reps up few You Got Served, battles, that niggas had to step up to They get a Footloose, again niggas knew that the comp was hard We still bet, we threw a buck on the ground and we Stomped The Yard Wait, hold on, hold on, 'cause this is not that crowd You heard them titles and started feelin' like Michael right goddamn now But nah, he palm the strap and say it tough like we fallin' back Well, bitch, I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't lead spittin' Everything about you say "Scared Mission" We bred different I should slap this little bitch head spinnin' And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that they are: he Craig trippin' Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so stop fakin' Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain: that's Roc Nation Y'all got this nigga thinkin' his rank in the gang is live? Well fine, take these bucks from me, Lord: I'm payin' tithes But he lyin' I ain't buyin' that bro be with the strap That's just flow for the culture We know he don't be in the trap Cause if this was the main nigga to go see in the Yak Then that's an easy lick for them keys like Jodie with the smack You just rap, nigga Nothin' 'bout you say cap peeler Far as hustlin', we know you ain't touchin' no trap skrilla See, I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor But that's when I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China These niggas here be vagina Tryin' to find a direction, to get some type of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected Why you want a record? Are you impressed with the stories writing? Do you know the difference between who reflect and who glorifying? All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin' You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't moved a bump and grindin' I'm advising you to stick with the squares A move where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, believe me I'm just talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin' Then it ain't gon' be no choppin' up slim I'm pullin' up, spittin' at Carter window: "Take the lock off the gym!" I'm one of them Nigga who bring the beef to y'all dudes That's when I don't speak I just move, only me and my tool I catch him slippin', soon as he in my view He's screamin' "I got a son!" Well, look, what you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you That's how we move It's doom to these niggas that's hella fraud Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet...swear to (sweater) God Or the hands that give him scars Damage him, hit him hard, vision lost The nigga's still Dancing, just With The Stars But y'all won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey Or I might just set a price, some C-notes and you done I drop money on Carter roof, I'm Nino on the run But you cool, cause you got ya gun Yeah, he say all these things But I'm on point in Orlando: that's DJ Augustine See all that means is revolvers is near me So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' with Fury I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas know how we vibin' I got a plug on the sticks, my controllers was dyin' So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay 'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny! Don't make me show how fire shit gets Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch? They say you talk that 100-round clip shit, cause I'm around this bitch I'm old-school, you know the style it sticks (Stylistics) And we don't miss, I told you fix my plate, right Smack? Cause they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back Don't give a fuck about these dancin' niggas, they type wack Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, Straight Like That! [Round 3: JC] How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you still feel like the ops? Well, he still get the shot Fast death, the out-of-body experience gon' happen before his real body drop He here to witness his death And it's gon' be hard to forget and nobody exempt They say he punch like Creed? That's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt Clip rip through niggas, I'll split two victims I'll put more at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the help I done whooped so many of y'all asses this year, I actually need the belt And they call you "The DVD Man" I took one look at that nigga and figured, "probably" And judgin' from his last few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so send a copy Besides, I own you my own personal kill shot But this not for the usual purpose When you see these sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community service So when is your breakout performance start? When does the Flu Game start? It doesn't, you done turned into a brown shirt random in a 2K park I get the pinpoint on Ave like his location drop Drop the location then I send him in a bag So many cars it has his street roadblocked Then I'm sendin' him (synonym) for Ave See, street, road, block, them all synonyms for Ave How is this even though? Oddly it's not even close Nothin' about you original Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo' This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness I peel the weapon I lit up the spot This bitch didn't even get hit and he drop...like Building 7 I'm a wild child, I'm the reason for the condition on Ave like a Rothschild But it's goin' from bad to worse, 'matics burst When you see these street sweepers on Ave we actin' addin' dirt Karma's a bitch and it's true It has a way to get at you I mean you pulled out on Mackk, the day of the battle Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye bitch you makin' a battle We increase the static, bulldog bark with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it I mean you had the battle booked and literally vanished This nigga really think he Magic Now I got news, it's gettin' gruesome The clip abuse him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome This will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make this close You show Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas pavin' roads I don't ask for nothin' You old as the TV's with the antennas on top, but I get the static jumpin' Two arms, and they both turn into animals like shadow puppets I am not nice, niggas know by these third rounds I usually stop life You are livin' proof, if it's only two rounds into you, I only shot twice And you coasted through And you stole some bars Got some respect! But you stole that too See this hopeless fool Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd) You don't really gotta show us you tough Real niggas knowin' what's up No matter how real you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff We not in the mood for any shoutin' Cause you gon' look as dumb as Dr. Umar did in that hotel room Remember you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin' At least we thought And then one ring showed he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it Nigga it's over wit' Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my condolenses