Illmac vs. B Magic King of the Dot (Ft. B Magic & Illmac)

[Round 1: B Magic]
I say where J Diggs at?
Cemeteries, get filthy where I'm from like seminary
Couple chest shots, yeah that'll get him buried
Didn't even run across his mind like he didn't worry
Oak Town, my shotgun in the passenger seat
Lookin' envy in the eyes like Angela Yee
The GOAT nigga, you gonna need Percy Jackson to see
Duane Wade in the huddle I be clappin' wit' Heat
I happen to see, a buncha dark days and bright nights
These blazers make him jump, boy they like Mike's
It's somethin' new, I'll leave Mac shell shocked
They open the door to get him bagged like a bell hop
I flunk class, kept puttin' two C's to spell "block"
Kiss a bullet, I make him French tips like a nail shop
Ya bitch knockin' I let her in like a mail box
Answer wit' the arm in her face like a cell watch
I say, Illmac, meet ill MAC, you get the rest he get an ill MAC
And tell the laws that he killed himself
You ready to die my nigga? All we do is live for death
Get an AK from the blindside like a vision test
You see it? I leave you in the trap dead nigga
They see the king and be like, "Fuck what 'Mac said nigga."
I clap lead, killer, Smack dead, center, to crack heads, the steel'll leave 'Mac dead; Miller
I said I'm overdosing, I hold the toast and the hammer blam
Chopper type writin', boy I let that hammer dance
Somethin' bulging off the hips, them my Hammer pants
Get loud and it's goin' down like an avalanche
For Cash Money, I ain't showin' no love
For 'Mac (Mack) he'll be Weezy, throwin' up Blood, you get it?
Mack had Weezy throwin' it up
It's still poppin' when I see him like I'm holdin' a grudge
What is up? I get ya whole body rolled in a rug
Kicked the hospital door, at his deathbed like, "Show me the plug."
I fuck 'em up
It's B Magic posted up with these .45's
Know it's Magic when I tell you that the show has arrived