[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
They told me not to talk about you auditioning for Chris Stokes
And I agree like, “Fuck it.”
What’s the use of even bringin’ it up, he just gon’ dance around the subject
Since a kid I was thuggin’, gang bangin’ and hustlin’
Servin’ fiends, see them the only moves I’m bustin’
While you was pop lockin’, I’m Glock poppin’
Catch my enemies slippin’, and let it smoke in his whip, no hot boxin’
I’m not stoppin’
I don’t give a fuck how good he write
I ain’t a pen pal, wit’ me everything is straight to the point, like an in bound
I’ve been down
So what you gon’ tell me ’bout the streets?
When I’m around this shit get sliced, with a rusty blade
So the buck feel funny, it’s a counterfeit
Keep me from around this bitch, ‘fore I steal somethin’, the steel dumpin’
Now watch money get low, like the bills comin’
I’m still gunnin’
Stuffin’ bullets in the clip, that’s how I learned how to count
I don’t just spark blunts, I’ma keep lightin’ J up like the joint goin’ out
Cuz know what I’m about
I’m on his block with the snub, yeah the big toolie
I walk by and turn the nose up at him, this bitch bougie
Look foolie, I got plenty guns, I’m steady liftin’ a different bitch up
I don’t down grade her
Retire at the .40, then I put the nine to work, nigga that’s child labor
Nigga you? The crowd favorite
That’s prolly Cool J but you comin’ off two L’s and that ain’t cool J
See, where the tools spray
Ya last battle? That nigga Twork had you lookin’ like a whole bitch
Get ya throat slit, til he talkin’ out the side of his neck like he don’t know shit
Look, I’m strapped, don’t have me make a fuckin’ scene
Two ratchets, JC will get the big one, nigga take one for the team
Nigga, fuck a nigga mean?
You a lil’ dude, a pipsqueak, they gon’ think you had a growth spurt
How fast he go from this size to six feet, this bitch weak
You gon’ shoot who? Blast what?
Nigga don’t lie about them guns you carry, cause I been in yo’ city
All the goons said this nerd is scary
It ain’t never been a witness to JC pop, but the Virgin Mary
Nigga you’se a bitch
I’ll slaughter you bro
Pistol to the chin, you’ll get a ratchet raised under your roof like your daughter a hoe
Hold up, ain’t you supposed to be a Vice Lord?
Why don’t you never say it? What? You scared to rep it?
Niggas know where I’m from and I ain’t playin’ or frontin’
Twin Glocks, both arms together, BAOW (bow) to the Lord like I’m prayin’ for somethin’
I’m sayin’ he bluffin’, my gun stay ringin’
It’s a like a trap phone
Spine shot, sit him down
He won’t even be able to stand up for his self, he need a backbone
I’m back on
Y’all remember I told Glue’, I’ll snap and put the pound to his chest like a jail song?
Well I’m off that, gauge wit’ me, 12 gun this nigga down like he reach for a cell phone
What the hell wrong with all these niggas lyin’ in they raps?
JC that’s a sin
Plus when we saw you on this card, we was like, “What the fuck, this shit again?”
Nigga this is SMACK, most these niggas is felons, they tired of the pen
This a New Era, no cap, you ain’t fitted for this type of drama
Brought all type of toys for the kid, like when a nigga really like ya mama
Speakin’ of a mama, if she would’ve loved you more than she loved that dick, you prolly could’ve been a better kid
But I had to buy her the PayPerView so she can see me givin’ you the ass whoopin’ that she never did
I’m disrespectful, nigga word to my neck tats
Ya mom was toppin’ me, then I let it go over head, nah she ain’t catch that
Bet that
Yeah, all that lyin’ in ya raps, that ain’t never been straight; Sandusky
I believe you a fuck boy, from what ya pen (Penn) States
You been fake
JC an impostor, get this nigga stuffed with fat shells
I’m talkin’ rigatoni, go get ya homie
Let it ring on you then let a Lil’ Mo sing at y’all like Put It On Me
Where yo’ chick? I should’ve beat the breaks off that dirty bitch
I could’ve over hand her or under armed her (Under Armor) like Curry kicks
Grab the strap, then let the .30 spit, just to have a round ender on some Jersey shit
And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
It’s yo turn nigga, see if you can make ’em believe them lies
Nigga time
[Round 1: JC]
If it ain’t, Goin’ Away Party Geechi
Geechi Geechi yaya boy it’s about time we met
I was actually hopin’ to catch you before you did that timely stretch
Cause I was watchin’ a few of yo’ battles, ya shit’s respected
Hear you was sittin’ down for a minute so I clocked it at literally 60 seconds
How the fuck did you get out so quick?
None of my business? We all know it’s more to that plot
Either that or the nigga Meek Mills should’ve just fuckin’ hired the lawyer you got nigga
But I’m not even here for that
I’m here to show y’all the difference between puttin’ paper on the present and the gift to (w)rap
So let’s set him straight
Clean gun, no body count, so I plan to make one wit’ the piece (peace)
Pre-meditate, the weapon raised then soul’s follow
Mo’ hollows equals Heaven’s Gate, we tracked y’all now
Then the choppers crashed the scene, I’m talkin’ Black Hawk Down
Bitch it’s a lot different when the plot thicken
This time everything in the pot mixin’
Why book this shit, it’s ugly, Ray Charles wouldn’t have took this risk (wrist)
But you the guy for it, all for the live story
We know ya type, it’s in a lot of movies like that Sam Jackson boxing movie
Y’all remember, promotin’ hope and hype, but enough wit’ it
I’m here now so you stuck wit’ it
Niggas follow they heart til a buck hit it
Then uplift it, I’m talkin’ up wit’ it
Type of shit you niggas wouldn’t even trust physics
I’ve seen it, but unfortunately you dealin’ wit’ the livest type
All kinds of hype, known to bubble off the arm like a spider bite
Nigga these nine minutes ’bout to be worse than dyin’ physical
The lies you givin’ me about how the west coast so different
And me tellin’ you it’s the same on both sides is literally
The only thing that separate us is a line of symmetry
I think you should battle Math next to understand that, cause that’s where they deprived you mentally
Meanwhile you lay flat, and caskets prepared two days flat, I got an Amazon Prime delivery
Nigga enough wit’ that, you not a can’ sprayer
Rumble pack, you a hand shaker
Nigga the shit I do with my pen, is done in such an elegant way
It’s too much to ever replace, that’s why I’m settin’ him straight
I’m changin’ everything, like the moment you found out wrestlin’ was fake
So don’t sit up here and real nigga me to death, that shit not amusing to me
The longer your rap sheet is the worse you niggas are at what you do in the streets
Now that shit, gotta be fuckin’ stressful
They takin’ real nigga shit, to another level
Jail means fail, they are takin’ pride in being unsuccessful
But I’m sayin’, “We squeezin'” that’s not a scare tactic
We show up to the funeral, even air caskets
A pair will shoot (parachute) when the box drop; bitch that’s a care package
It’s body bags at every battle, make sure your homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, cause this is only round one
Yak Town
[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
I really don’t think that Lux battle is happenin’ still
You been on Born Legacy befo’, against Chess and Trez, you was snappin’ for real
Then you got Nitty, and we thought you was supposed to get loaded off Rum
Instead it was alcohol poisonin’ because you got ill
Nigga what the fuck is you doin’ chasin’ Lux?
See that’s how I know that battle for you is highly important
Baow, pop, pop, baow…see niggas lookin’ surprised at the moment
Figured I’d keep givin’ him shots since he tryin’ to get Loaded
I’m ridin’ and rollin’, bitch I’m multitaskin’
Nina wit’ me, I’ll dump this bitch like the homie smashed it
I know I’m gassin’
Whatchu gon’ say? How Gotti got bundles?
Fo’ sho’ then
If ya bitch needs some hair, nigga you know when to go then
Cause if I put somethin’ in her head it’ll be doc stitchin’ her top, it’s not a sew in
I’m ’bout to go in
Cause I heard you a full time father
Nah, give it up fo’ that for real cause you know, that’s amazin’
I know lil’ man love how you be cookin’ them dinners, and got him sayin’ his graces
Til that nine drop you in front of him, you should’ve saw his face when
That was the first time that nigga saw a meal (mil) but his daddy didn’t make it
Nigga face it, there was a gang of niggas I could’ve killed
I turned them down so you could get this coffin from me
You know how many plates I passed up like I ain’t have offering money?
What you offerin’ for me? The respect factor?
I’ll shoot you then smack you, that’s the long nose with the pause; X-Factor
Speakin’ of X-Factor, you and that nigga losin’
I’ll let it spray and spread JC blood amongst everybody; we have a communion
Fuck is you doin’?
You be holdin’ your hand like this wit them gun bars
Actin’ like his thing be blazin’
Pssst, you get a shortcut for all that finger wavin’
You a keyboard thug, you be talkin’ tough on computers
You ain’t really in the streets, I’m out the gutter like a sewer
Nigga the gangland, we don’t even run from the shots
We grab Glocks and start runnin’ towards the shooter
Nigga you should not say nothin’ out ya mouth you don’t mean cause that’s not wise
I’m the type to stick a gun in it, bet it’s hard to swallow the biscuit; I got it from Popeyes
I done really shot guys, I don’t give a fuck if you was wit’ ya kid, I’m domin’ ya both
Baow, baow, see that shit was regular, had to take the seeds out before you get smoked
Bro you joke, all that bullshit when you rappin’, I’ma make it look average here
We all know you a pussy and you bitch up when there’s a savage near
I’m up close and personal, nigga I know you scared
Goddamn it’s clear, gun up on him and I ain’t puttin’ the heat down until he admits fear (atmosphere)
Nigga my temperature risin’, I had to saw the shotgun, you know, miniaturize it
Let it ring on it, I’m committed to violence
Don’t come to my hood without gettin’ invited
Baow, niggas wonder how JC popped up, nigga I ain’t into surprises
Niggas was lyin’, talkin’ ’bout, “You gotta be careful wit’ JC. That nigga very strategic
I bet he been sittin’ on rounds.” Like a paraplegic
You better believe it, put the gun over the top
Got him lookin’ up to pops like this parents [?]
Nigga, y’all compare him to Jesus? Nigga not me
Y’all can put him in y’all top five whatever, I never will
Cause he was dancin’ for a fuckin’ bitch, tryin’ to get a fuckin’ deal
I refuse to judge a fag; Uncle Phil
I’m dumpin’ steel, silencer on it
He won’t even know that he been shot…quiet enough to hear the pin drop
I been hot, who booked this shit?
Nigga you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me, on my granny that’s facts
They gon’ say the Crip 2 on 1, that’s a handicap match
Nigga hand me- matter fact, Tech 9, you pussy, fuck respect
I don’t need a recap, I only go over my rounds with my gun connect
Yo SMACK, you set it, I’m finna blam on him
Cause I ain’t fuck wit’ Tech 9 since the last one jammed on me
And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
It’s yo’ turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
[Round 2: JC]
It’s not easy bein’ this sick, daily I gotta fight the symptoms
Ignore what they prescribed to give him
Still manage to be out and about (in a bout) like a Tyson victim
It’s not easy to be me, but that concept will prolly never reach nigga’s thoughts
Cause they believe in yo’ talk
You got ’em thinkin’ it’s harder bein’ a criminal that keep gettin’ caught
I could teach you a lot Gotti
Or you could be another nigga catchin’ a beatin’ behind these bars like you John Gotti
It’s yo’ choice, but choose wisely
Cause they know our paths not close, just to take the shot I had to retrace, grab my scope
The shit had distance, the sweepstakes at a half time show
Nigga big shot
It’s a lot harder for y’all to come around gettin’ that respect
Cause we come from an era when niggas didn’t even talk on phones
Feds be findin’ y’all whole agenda through a text
Nigga that’s why I’m here, we gotta deviate from that weak supply list
We’ve decided, I’ma show y’all the difference between cheap and priceless
And this that topic
Y’all didn’t think I would rap about being levels above these niggas? How could you forget that topic?
Then again, I don’t expect my opponents to think outside a box, they don’t get that option
Even if they dug ’em up, they just see somethin’ tough
And they know it’ll paint
Better than Picasso, and leave a nigga face all over the place
Dome shot it, home visit for a known body
Chrome shotty, buck to his scalp, leave a nigga stuck on the couch, this a home body
This is for thinkin’ we had a bluff for you to be callin’ in
Thinkin’ niggas just actin’ like animals, til we in this backyard again (Backyardigans)
Nigga stop the drugs, what you walkin’ around wit’ is not a bug
Cause I mean you on fire, but kinda like Ricky Bobby was
Now I know y’all hear that and think, “Damn, that’s harsh.”
But remember, my brand is marked, “undeniable”
I put the ‘Yac on screen more than Shannon Sharpe
I’m not tryin’ to dismiss ya effort cause that lil’ shit you kick is clever
But it’s ya body count, it’s useless like Mellow Olympic record
Now I know niggas hear that and think, “It’s not how you move, right. It’s ya image.”
Well that’s somethin’ I shouldn’t have to yell that often
Cause I’m stamped like O.D.B. at the welfare office
Nigga all this, just so you can have so notoriety while they YouTube it
Well bitch I bomb on animals; Duke Nuke it
Double dome shot for him and his mans, I’m too ruthless
Now you roofless, ooh that just mean it’s a hole in his scalp
See you don’t gotta fear death, ’round here that shit is the only way out
And we can grant it for you, and any dirt that cover these bodies is damaged soil
Cause none of y’all innocent, y’all run around here chasin’ red flags
On some silly shit, til a chest shot have you leakin’ out all the red in you
Now you really Crip
You don’t gotta believe that, no, you should believe that it’s real
Trust me, there’s no bodies that I leave in the field
They leakin’, no defense, they all cross over when I reach for the steel (steal)
Now remember I said, “Money talks so a stretcher is what I leave my victim on.”
Well he on the list and I’m pissed and he gon’ feel it, like a kidney stone
Bad mouthin’, you get a round for it
I precisely brought the stick around for it
And it’s in my third round especially, stick around for it
Round 2
[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
Nigga you’se a bitch!
What do you know about sittin’ in cells? Prayin’ that you can get that time back
Niggas out there gamblin’ wit’ they life
Shootin’ dice on the same corner where niggas died at
Where I’m at? Niggas get arrested mo’ then they get they kids
Every battle I tell y’all, most these niggas die befo’ they get to live
See I ain’t just always wanna be no gangsta
I was just another lost nigga
But if my Cal’ Loaded, you gon’ get this work and end up on a shirt
I’ma give him the large picture
This nigga JC ain’t no gangsta, he just another soft nigga
Now the first time my nigga got hit up, he wasn’t even strapped
They stapled him from his belly button all the way to his nipple
See they gave my nigga a zipper
Had him lookin’ like a human suitcase that’s a fact
But it’s crazy, cause that nigga started packin’ every day after that
It’s deeper than rap, I’m from a messy hood, it’s no respect
Even at a funeral, we will get to clappin’ in the church like the message good
Closed casket, that’s how you know that he’s smoked
Show up to the service and catch a body, it ain’t the Holy Ghost
You know I’m a Loc, so if this supposed to be my big shot, you know I’m gon’ take it
This battle rappin’ shit, is just like the industry
Cause I done seen a gang of niggas get one shot and don’t make it
Bro face it, my lifestyle just like any other rapper
You just gotta listen to how it fuckin’ sound
See most of my niggas got a bad deal or they underground
You a fuckin’ clown, I don’t listen to nothin’ this fruit say
I’ve been to all funerals, no weddings
Only time niggas through flowers over a body, they wasn’t tossin’ a bouquet
It’s not a love story, we used to really pull kick doors
See I know the streets glad that we stopped
One time this nigga was sellin’ weight then we ran in this spot
On the way out, I noticed that nigga mama
I’m like, “Fuck it cuz, we outta here. Look at all the cash that we got.”
But my nigga said, “Nah. Ain’t no witnesses.”
Code word: Single Parent Household
(The fuck that mean?)
Mom had to be pop’d
I was young and thuggin’, lil’ nigga was bad as fuck
When I got shot?
I wasn’t even worried ’bout death, I just kept thinkin’, “I know my mama finna be mad as fuck.”
I was supposed to been home, instead I was in the trap wit’ them old heads
Shavin’ rocks, look like Martin Lawrence cleanin’ the cornbread
This real Life, word to Ray Gibson the K kickin’
Hit a nigga up, got him screamin’ loud boy like Dre Dennis
I used to hold the shit sideways, I wasn’t feelin’ it
Now it’s both hands on the handle, I’m double dribblin’
Nigga this a gangsta vs a pen, a lot of niggas went through this
The only niggas glorifyin’ the pen ain’t never been through shit
My family thought I could’ve been a doctor or a lawyer, I just never had those dreams
My granny think I’m in school for computers right now
Told her I’ve been learnin’ ’bout MACs and keys
I’m ’bout that action please
Head shot, leave him leakin’ wit’ the fat face
His brain died before the rest of the body, his legs was still jumpin’ in the back like a sack race
I’m past straight, you can try and hate it
Grab the banana and peel on his head like he violated
Nigga I’m ’bout that damn action, the cans blastin’
I done dropped mo’ “muhfuckas” than Sam Jackson
Now look, there’s gang bangin’ and battle rap
This shit done showed way mo’ love than hatin’ to me
Cause I ain’t even blood but all these niggas relatin’ to me
All I talk is street shit, what can lil’ man teach me?
We in the south, this Carolina, they should’ve told you, only a real nigga can understand Geechee (Geechi)
And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in his eyes
Go ‘head see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
[Round 3: JC]
Every single body I present, is always put on a big display
That’s cause I bring fear to the scene, as clear as it seems
Tekken ain’t the only one leavin’ lion, bears in the ring cause I’m here
And I bare arms, whole new meaning to “open chest”
You gon’ need emergency docs to close the rest
He was on the couch, leakin’, like an Oprah guest
I hear the shit y’all come up wit’, half of y’all had teachers that was bad reachers
And I’m supposed to just let that shit Cruise
No nigga, y’all Jack Reachers and I know what y’all used to, but these different stakes
You can lose the whole arm for the risk (wrist) you take
We tie up loose ends, we don’t leave niggas bleedin’
Y’all niggas would rather ignore it
But that same nigga you leave leakin’ tell, and that’s an informant
Somethin’ you niggas is like in one way or another
This whole new generation just vastly records shit
Well you slave to make it to the house nigga, and we gon’ need that master performance
Make us not forget you
Yeah, unless it’s Gatorade you don’t got it in you
Bitch I’m monumental, and it’s too late in the game to be lettin’ ‘Pac convince you
You will stick yo’ neck out for yo’ niggas? I know Gotti
And that’s exactly the way that we hold Gotti
By the neck, with a chain bigger than Yo Gotti
Third round, do not use this portion to bore me
Cause I hit everything, lettin’ ’em all torch for the glory
I could’ve bombed on him in the first round, first person shooter
But you know it’s always more to the story
I had to send a body part home for ransom, I know you get the scoop
Just one piece of the number, like prison suits
I need everything, but them quick excuses
See this might sound a bit confusin’
But I’m just here to change the game, bitch I’m sick of losin’
Hammer bang and you can’t go against the [?]
See they prolly think, “This a class full of gifted students so let’s just be real.”
I’m goin’ fishin’, y’all in different schoolin’
I’m shootin’, through the trenches; Columbine and I won’t miss a student
I heard they got kilos and money trees, well take it all
Reach for the bricks like Debo in front of me
And trust me, I don’t care how far out you stick yo’ arms out
These arms say yours not as big
Cock the Sig’, paint his scalp, six .9’s (69), give him a Tekashi wig
And put him a plot, big enough so all his homies can be layin’ wit’ him
Why so blue? I guess it is all about them colors til you painted in ’em
And I guess you think these niggas gon’ miss you when you gone, you was the meal ticket
They only love you in the streets
That same love won’t even translate into jail visits
I asked them niggas if that’s somethin’ foul
I take it you an independent artist, right?
You should already know it’s not the same when you underground
So test the odds Gotti, and you will learn fast how much you not Gotti
Bitch I didn’t have to be this cold
But I work like an Android, what I write could make a Galaxy explode
Bitch I bleed for this, top ten: I exceed the list
Denzel couldn’t stick up a hospital to get the heart you need for this
I end all his shit, get him touched in time then my brother’s ride
He talkin’ out the side of his neck, he get the .21 like Adele
BAOW, now say that shit from the Other Side
Geechi, it is over with
Overdose from the dopest pen and y’all know I wrote the shit
Cause everything turns into a eulogy, my condolences