[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
So they call you B Muthafuckin' Magic
But your real name is June; I just wanted to get it clear
So y'all got me battling a nigga named June
While we end June; on so many levels, this battle isn't fair
‘Cause if I squeeze ratchets
It'll be magic the way June disappear
I'll slap the shit out of you every day in July
I'm trying to knock June into a different year
I dare you to walk through my hood
Let's say, around June, tryin' to say hi
Them goons on the corner
Cold as December, you better say bye
I brought a four, named her April, I hold that bitch yay high
Squeeze April, a bullet march in June, and then he may die
I said, June, May, March… whatever, I know it's extra scary
How I come up with these schemes
But I need another month to make it legendary
I should walk you to the roof and make you leap
Yeah, but that ain't necessary
I'll do anything to make black history; that's February
Wait, did y'all get that? Did y'all get that?
Black History, leap year, like when you extend February
Show y'all what a queer he is, like he was born in February
The deuce'll give him one, like it was trying to begin February
But the two-two'll give him eight
Like it was trying to end February
I said, nigga, your name June, that gotta make you mad, Magic
You named after a month you wasn't even born in
That's so sad, Magic
I'll run in your house while you fucking your bitch
Load up that mag, Magic
You'll die while doing that trick; now, that's bad magic
Your style ain't been hot since Shaq was in Orlando
That's why you ass, Magic
They know you gon' die, your whole career
You've been known to pass, Magic
These labels giving you no looks, ‘cause you trash, Magic
Oh, you sick? Well, nigga, it's hard to tell
You're like the last Magic
Your career is ass backwards
You started out spitting that heat, dog
You was the man in the Proving Grounds
Now your career is on a see-saw
The only nigga he bodied was Rosenberg
After that, he took a detour
So I got a question, why y'all on Magic johnson
If all he could do is beat Raw?
But now y'all wanna give him Charlie Clips
Well, this a bodybag y'all can blame on me
See, he was riding, y'all had him gassed, but now his tank on E
I got a new TEC, no duet, but it sing on key
I'll rock him, like Sean Carter, and put a ring on B
Magic, I like you, but you should recycle
‘Cause every battle is the same trash
You got these fans under your wing, but this the plane crash
You put in all that work against Tay Tay, with your lame ass
And then let the Roc get rid of you; you Dame Dash
With this .40, I aim, blast; that's a caliber
These bullets large, you should dodge; that's a Challenger
I give 'em 30, you ain't even know it; that's a silencer
It'll put June in a box; that's a calendar
I said, these bullets'll go through everybody
In your house when that tool flare
They'll start off in your bitch
But they'll end in June, like a school year
If they happen to survive, then I'm picking up another tool
Shoot him first, now they start in June, like summer school
Whoa, look, that was ahh, but peep this one
I got a shooter named Twiz, right? He nice with that canon
Peep the way my G roll
I tell him edit your life, then he giving you tubes; no VEVO
I tell him cameo, he give a face shot, you get a peephole
So if Magic acting tough, these clips'll make B roll
Aye, look, I'm not an oldhead
I just like to make the young feel wack
I'm on my shit, this the flow that made Verb chill, Smack
They saying Ill on drugs, if that's a one real fact
Then these cocaine lines should bring Yung Ill back
So they call you B Muthafuckin' Magic
But your real name is June; I just wanted to get it clear
So y'all got me battling a nigga named June
While we end June; on so many levels, this battle isn't fair
‘Cause if I squeeze ratchets
It'll be magic the way June disappear
I'll slap the shit out of you every day in July
I'm trying to knock June into a different year
I dare you to walk through my hood
Let's say, around June, tryin' to say hi
Them goons on the corner
Cold as December, you better say bye
I brought a four, named her April, I hold that bitch yay high
Squeeze April, a bullet march in June, and then he may die
I said, June, May, March… whatever, I know it's extra scary
How I come up with these schemes
But I need another month to make it legendary
I should walk you to the roof and make you leap
Yeah, but that ain't necessary
I'll do anything to make black history; that's February
Wait, did y'all get that? Did y'all get that?
Black History, leap year, like when you extend February
Show y'all what a queer he is, like he was born in February
The deuce'll give him one, like it was trying to begin February
But the two-two'll give him eight
Like it was trying to end February
I said, nigga, your name June, that gotta make you mad, Magic
You named after a month you wasn't even born in
That's so sad, Magic
I'll run in your house while you fucking your bitch
Load up that mag, Magic
You'll die while doing that trick; now, that's bad magic
Your style ain't been hot since Shaq was in Orlando
That's why you ass, Magic
They know you gon' die, your whole career
You've been known to pass, Magic
These labels giving you no looks, ‘cause you trash, Magic
Oh, you sick? Well, nigga, it's hard to tell
You're like the last Magic
Your career is ass backwards
You started out spitting that heat, dog
You was the man in the Proving Grounds
Now your career is on a see-saw
The only nigga he bodied was Rosenberg
After that, he took a detour
So I got a question, why y'all on Magic johnson
If all he could do is beat Raw?
But now y'all wanna give him Charlie Clips
Well, this a bodybag y'all can blame on me
See, he was riding, y'all had him gassed, but now his tank on E
I got a new TEC, no duet, but it sing on key
I'll rock him, like Sean Carter, and put a ring on B
Magic, I like you, but you should recycle
‘Cause every battle is the same trash
You got these fans under your wing, but this the plane crash
You put in all that work against Tay Tay, with your lame ass
And then let the Roc get rid of you; you Dame Dash
With this .40, I aim, blast; that's a caliber
These bullets large, you should dodge; that's a Challenger
I give 'em 30, you ain't even know it; that's a silencer
It'll put June in a box; that's a calendar
I said, these bullets'll go through everybody
In your house when that tool flare
They'll start off in your bitch
But they'll end in June, like a school year
If they happen to survive, then I'm picking up another tool
Shoot him first, now they start in June, like summer school
Whoa, look, that was ahh, but peep this one
I got a shooter named Twiz, right? He nice with that canon
Peep the way my G roll
I tell him edit your life, then he giving you tubes; no VEVO
I tell him cameo, he give a face shot, you get a peephole
So if Magic acting tough, these clips'll make B roll
Aye, look, I'm not an oldhead
I just like to make the young feel wack
I'm on my shit, this the flow that made Verb chill, Smack
They saying Ill on drugs, if that's a one real fact
Then these cocaine lines should bring Yung Ill back
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