Chilla Jones & B Magic vs. T-Top & Brizz Rawsteen URLtv (Ft. B Magic, Brizz Rawsteen, Chilla Jones & T-Top)

[Round 1: Chilla Jones & B Magic]
[B] It's B Magic motherfucker, and Jones arrived
Wild 2, blackface nigga will pop a Cal too
T-Top not invent all that rough shit, just sound cool
I show you what's popping like paternity test, now that's child-proof
[C] Bro that's not how we rehearsed it
I was supposed to let my style loose
Gasol brothers; hit Top, then this mark get a POW too
Show Brizz the cal, if he doubting that I shoot
I squeeze the cap to twist and open Top, and show this child proof
[B] It's loud too, he brought Rawsteen to bang for him
Get shot at while I'm busting like Wayne tour
And tell that nigga T-Top, that this ain't the lane for 'em
Chopper tornado his wig, now that's brainstorming
[C] But that's not how we rehearsed it
But I feel something insane forming
And run up on Brizz like we ain't warring
Pull that thang on him, pistol under his jaw let it bang on him
Leave a stain on him
Top, watching your thoughts rain on him now that's brainstorming
[B] I say aim on him, pull out the chrome like this a shady
He's a 90s baby, I'm not surprised he don't know about the 80s
Unpopular ass niggas, couldn't find 'em on Google
Word is Bono; which means we ain't rocking with you two
[C] And now Smack, got us big dogs stomping with poodles
Beside the drug shit; who think what Top rhymin' is noodles?
Beside the torture shit, who think Brizz could stop these vets?
We cooking Raw in front of y'all like a hibachi chefs
[B] I say imagine that Chilla, they play with this, I spray the fifth
Rawsteen gone get these shocking punches; I Raiden shit
Two K's, and the connection make faces glitch
Give Top 5, dead or alive; that's Jadakiss
[C] Stop grinning, a Glock have Top spinning on some Dreidel shit
I'm on deck, to give his cap 10 like a naval ship
This shit ain't gone work out, cause you ain't in shape for this
Fuck Haze and bricks, you should be rapping 'bout your favorite dish
[B] Tell 'em bro
[C] Saying shit like "Ey King, may I have 8 steaks to table six
[B] What up
[C] Mashed potatoes with the bacon bits, eggs and grits, bagels, chips, tomato dip, whatever else my plates can fit
[B] And this nigga in the middle of Subway like they make the shit
Round 1 nigga let's get it
[C] Let's go