B Magic vs. Ave URLtv (Ft. Ave (Battle Rapper) & B Magic)

[Round 1: B Magic]
See, Ave wit’ the Cave now
I see how you Roc(k), fam’
See, Ave wit’ the Cave now
I see how you plot, damn
Release the pits, tell ‘em, “Bring me the ropes, dawg. I’m not playin’.”
I get it poppin’ wit’ the Desert, so if anything dry land, I’mma school you
It’s like fuckin’ wore-out pussy: my screws loose
Lights out, see, you don’t wanna see black - see, you refuse to
On FB, frontin’ for ya hood, but this ain’t FUBU
Murder (Murda) on the snub-nose
Who tryna come see me shoot Mook?
So is it Dot Cave? Mobb Titles?
Shit, I’m confused, too
So if you wit’ Roc(k) band, I guess I’m talkin’ to you, too (U2)
The Bill Collector, this (k)not what you asked for, and dude’s due
Better chill, ‘cause I can show you how I’m livin’ when I cruise through
A left’ll put a nigga to sleep, yeah, a cool snooze
A right’ll wake him back up dazed, talkin’ like, “Who’s you?”
I’m droppin’ gems (Jimz), they believe in a Rare Breed
Did I lose you?
If this bitch shine, Tay (Shante), it’s a wrap for his Coogi like the Juice Crew
I mean, you can die over these mics (Mikes) like some new shoes
If I buck it, I’m leavin’ your top open, I’m too cool
You a clown, you can get followed around
This fool through
It’s over once I get to tellin’ a joke like I’m Bruce Bruce
Shoot who?
Huddle break: if I clap, then we all clap
Daylight Saving: that mean it’s about time that you fall back
Your wiz a fan
I gave her a pill or three and she called back
I lay up as long as I’m spinnin’
I scored off of the wall, facts
I was with it, watchin’ a Ave battle like, “Dawg snapped”
Then a week later, I found out the nigga stole all that
I got a whole bunch in store for your Apple: all MACs
Black Magic get to sprayin’ your top like car wax
Check this, my whole team in blue, the set Crippin’
I’ll breaking-news, CNN, CBS clip him
Up next, a House Of pain (Payne) like a TBS snippet
You better reroute, Ave, like the GPS trippin’
I say, you better chill while I’m rollin’ up drugs
T-Rex on his off day: I get to foldin’ up scrubs
Let ‘em roll and fuck Rum
You think it’s a Game until you see the Ave nigga get to throwin’ up blood
I been bakin’, so the (baking soda) people know the day that I cooked Roc(k)
Now he can look over Ave - I turned him to the neighborhood watch
Give Ave a sign, so when you see me in yo’ neighborhood, stop
You wanna call out a animal? Well, go on and take a good shot
Where the Henny?
You can find me with clips, but not Charles
This big can’ll end a G (energy) for thinkin’ you Roc star (Rockstar)
It was light how Red blew (blue) off his top like cop cars
All of that rob? Man, stop it, we know that you’re not hard
Look, Golden Corral, I can eat wit’ these hot bars
It’s crazy that the shit you steal, it’s mad that they give you the props for it
You need to get your bars up before that be the reason they drop calls
You need a lil’ more school, boy (ScHoolboy), if you wanna be Top dog (Dawg)
Pop off, apply his pay wit’ the hook, and drop shorty
Machete cut off part of Ave, I guess that’s how my block party
The Lou funny? Bitch, you better be talkin’ ‘bout Guy Torry
You get your sons taken (takin') after the pops like Bob Marley
Round 1