Seven Davis Jr

[Round 1: Ness Lee] Is you the only nigga from Philly who face can't grow hair? 40 years later, shit ain't there: so weird There's just a blank space on your face that says 'Grow here' And I finally get to see that shit in person, yep nowhere I gotta apologize for all the times we played you But for a plate ay, we'll all walk for cheesecake too And respect for not ducking this fade, he came through But for the record I'ma scream on 'em, DJ Clue I'm responsible for breaking artists, DJBooth Chop 'em, lean 'em, slow 'em down, wow, DJ Screw I put a blade halfway in your fade, I be the reason that tip stuck in your head yeah, DJ Toomp What you know about that? When I rock Ness cap he'll keep that beat-down low, 'cause his top let back He a lame I don't see a thang he may do You squeezing a two-two you better plié through Or I send bucks to the male like a rebater, three-eight'll get this boy banned, teenage group You need Jesus and if these wet ya' back you gon' need Jesus My heart darker than when they freeze-frame you And if he raise his voice and speak aim the auto and correct his tune like the VSTs T-Pain use You see I dumbed my style down to fit wit' what's out now but how 'bout I found out a level he can't do? I ran down his background and I found it sits Between the sink and the stove, that's counterfeit This packed house is his to tap out or quit I've invited you to a duel, is that why you act challenged? Quick Ten paces, turn back 'round and spit I wrote on a book on this nigga, ain't that 'bout a bitch? They say back in your town you break halves down to flip You did make The Band 'do, I guess your trap house legit You get spaghetti in Philly like Stackhouse's kicks You'll back out the fifth, the bouncers patted you down though, snap out of it It's like you can't remember your lines in a scene with Stacy Dash, you better learn how to act 'round this bitch That's too advanced, I'll slow it down to your style of shit You be on stage bouncing, dancing all around the shit Wit' no bars but everybody like the sound of it Young bulls be like 'ldo head talented' What if I stepped a level up and punched with these pounds? And show him how he should do it, all three rounds You look like you off the glass that's a rebound Is it good? I said 'Nah son Steve Stoute' slow it down I said I put nines on, Steve Stoute It's in my DNA to knock this nigga's teeth out Since you be dancing everywhere, I clip the 'matic to the flair You gon' be dabbing in the air like Dee Brown [Round 1: E Ness] Now whoever think Ness Lee can best me They better chill, have a tall glass of Nestea 'Cause I'm the one, he's the clone, nigga Jet Li This nigga couldn't catch a wave on a jet ski You gon' have to do more to impress me I said you gon' have to do more to impress me No you gon' have to do more to impress me Everything was gucci man until you met me I'm not a contract killer wit' a set fee I'm a prisoner of war that's been set free Now what the fuck you tryna resuscitate my trend Use a martial artist name and stick it at the end? Well fuck it then, I'm about to follow up the plans My new name is E Ness slash Jackie Chan I'm catching flies with my chopsticks like Daniel-san Or breaking cinder blocks in half like I'm Van Damme This Jim Kelly bullshit, shit I can't stand When Ness Lee wiggle, catch a bullet wit' his head This ain't a battle for the name This a battle for the fame These shots'll have Leroy dancing in the rain Or Sammy Davis Jr. tap dancing on his brain Or Nelly with the jelly, lap dancing wit' the flame See, fuck all the nameflips, the goofy shit you came with Make you walk the plank Chuck 'cause we ain't on the same tip Bang fifths, pull a hawk out and carve my name in Your brain and I'm hungry as the first day I came in That multisyllable, shit don't make you lyrical I spit it from the diaphragm, my shit is more spiritual Pull a ratchet out and everybody get hysterical I hope you religious, 'cause it's gon' take a miracle Dig this, round one, you try to turn up I turn you down son I four-pound son, it's not gon' be a good outcome I'll outbox you, out-bar you and outfox you Ain't gon' be no championship ring when I rock you Eurgh gave me the green light, hit him with a mean right Followed by two uppercuts, now that's three strikes When you in the way of this cadence, what it be's like Mind your beeswax, 'cause I don't even have to rewrite The Big Kahuna, I shoulda broke you off sooner Go upside your head the doctor said it was a tumor No Bad Boy reunions in my future that's a rumor Call a Uber, before I beat you with this uber I introduce ya', to a coma like Akuma Fire round after fire round I'm a shooter King Koopa, wit' two ladders like a roofer Supah dupah, I turn you to a human oompah See niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes I'ma fry this nigga till I'm 50 years old 'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes Time nigga [Round 2: Ness Lee] I got one pistol on me, if you don't wanna kiss this Glock first You got them Bruce Leroy verse, nigga kiss my Converse Truthfully I hate guns, if the streets had only settled they beef with these I'd give gloves to every nigga I know But dudes like you make up the reason I keep the piece, 'cause you can't thump whenever it's time bro I hate to bring the show up, we all seen the fight though Staircase, throwing wild blows, either the high-low Fred really whooped your pants off, he half your size bro This nigga got faded on the steps like a wino So imagine what'll happen if he had to slapbox with me The black Constantine, I act consciously A scrap with me is like having a bad opera seat Fam, you'll get a nosebleed, then a fat broad will sing Your knockout swing land like a jab probably But my punches, 500, I take half off a G Try to Math Hoffa me Find out firsthand who in battle rap got hands faster than Math Hoffa: me Tip of the day if you sit in the same place I'll make you pay for mistakes in ways minimum wage can't Slow barber, I give you this fade you sit for a day straight Feel like you got hit wit' an AK bigger than K Slay Hands brush your head like I'm pretending to make wave Convulsing, did you get hit with a brick, or a shake weight? Clip him, snuff hi m in his lip if he naysay Kick him, punch him, watch me whip watch me nae nae I mean this, six degrees with the hands, I'm a genius Put him, on the seat of his pants like a seamstress Rock ya' head off you if you reach for steel I'm Dot, I'm Prez Mafia, I reach, I steal I don't think I will, if I think, I will You'll be in a dream for real, these are sleeping pills I seek, I kill, if I swing, he will Lean three feet then spill, he needs some milk I know that fight was back when you was in The Band But you still can't fight my nigga, prove it if you can Man you had to get it on where you grew up, or you damned That's a Travis Porter song, how you do it with no hands? I rolls up in a six-six buggy It's a no-fly zone, this could get Trick-Trick ugly If he flinch, I hit this nigga till my fist get bloody And the ambulance'll show up like 'this shit nutty' Let's get it clear boy, we are not peers boy I see the future, you getting destroyed here boy I'm clairvoyant, there's no avoiding, you hear boy? And I feel like roasting, bring that ass here boy You old, you 40, you-a-legit-uncle-face-ass nigga Old, why-we-never-seen-a-chick-on-you?-face-ass nigga Oh you ain't no damn murderer, you be with Hamburgler You old Grimace-from-McDonalds-face-ass nigga Time, let's go nigga [Round 2: E Ness] You know what rhymes with Ness Lee? The sweat from my testis The same type Daylyt wiped on Loe Pesci You gon' get your wig pushed back trying press me You thought you was the real Ness until the day you met me I attack, I don't defend I never fold, I never bend I never snitch, I never told If you do, that's a sin I never throw a rock and hide my hand and say it's him Every time I hoop I play the game, it's play to win See these ain't battle rap bars that I'm speaking This is real grown man shit that I'm teaching Straight to the point, I don't waste time reaching Clip on my waistline, thing with the hang time Street sweepers everywhere, it's like I'm housekeeping Two o'clock in the morning, now I'm out creeping The cal blow, he'll go alto like The Weeknd Locked up with dirty white boys in Rikers Got you for your commissary 'cause I caught you sleeping I got another brick to shake, do this and fix ya' face Shots ricochet and hit ATL's big disgrace My mind is at a wicked place I move at a different pace Your bitch ate my dick and then told you how the liquor taste Somebody call that nigga Mase and tell him this a body They gon' have to do his eulogy inside the lobby It's a thin line between intricate and sloppy Performance on a thousand and my penmanship is cocky I used to get fan mail, now I get hate mail Strong enough to take six, let's see if you could take 12 I shove a whole pie in your face, that's a bake sale I ain't gotta say a single word, I'ma make bail Caught a new case, now I'm walking on eggshells Doc said my blood pressure high, I'ma raise hell And my shit rings too late, that's the late bell I ain't got no time for the county or the state jail Homie caught a body, went to trial, took a straight L And they wonder why I still battle, 'cause it pays well 54th Street tatted on my right hand .44 Colt mag on my nightstand Percocets and poon, nigga that's the flight plan And I got more turned up than your hype man Do it for the Vine, pay me and I might cam 'Cause I could rip a headset or a mic stand, time [Round 3: Ness Lee] If he talk that shitteth I'ma spark the fitteth You gon' shove a pie in my face? Well you'll probably go walk to get it I've existed and dominated in every single era of battle rap Before Smack was back, before YouTube, I had us, facts Before Atlanta rose the way it is in music Who you think was one of the originals to bring attention to it? First southerner to accumulate a million views The first reality show, the first to hit the news And can't one battle rapper in here dispute it If you feel some kinda way then say something, aight let's keep it moving I took Atlanta internationally, international Lee's the first to battle in Africa b I put on for the A when Math Hoffa had wave Before Hitman Holla had braids or Th3 Saga was saved 'If he a pioneer, then why I don't know him? Silly stories' It's 'cause I'm still building the scene, who gon' build it for me? ATLien prince, Tip still is your king But I'm the second man on the moon, kneel before me '[?]'s been a fat nigga', stop wit' all the boohoo-ing If y'all not gonna do it, I'ma get to it Look, you're no longer popular or popping in music Stop dwelling on the past, focus on constant improvement You getting old, accept this is where a lot of the truths is It's a one way tunnel, we've all gotta go through this Stop rooting against all of the new kids, they out here calling you stupid You gotta know who you locked in a room with Yes you did a lot for the movement, but that was back when Nas was with Whoo Kid and Shawn Carter was dropping The Blueprint Okay you were Kerr but now he has Thompson to shoot it I mean which is better, to never have a wallet or lose it? Dropping my two cents, y'all are like 'dog what you doing?' This is Ness talking to Ness 'cause Ness' conscience won't do it And that Bad Boy concert is fooling Oh you didn't know about the reunion? How come Diddy always be talking 'bout you like y'all cool though But when you ask for tickets when y'all do shows he treat you like you a culo? This nigga text you a link to Ticketmaster, that's too low Make you pay to watch him perform songs that you wrote Say you mad? Jammy say do something 'bout it Bald heads, look like me and you coming out it You'll get hollowed, like Da Dinininon And who gon' save you, Batman? Dinininini-nah I could hit you wit' it till I put a dent in the nine But I prefer you hear I click it when I dididindah Brrrat, dat dat, dat, brrrrat dat dat dat so you remember the time I'm wavier than wavy dudes I hate you like a hater do I'll break you till you break in two You babier than baby food and lazier than lazy dudes Debate the undebatable, I slay you like a slayer do And take it to the grave with you like 'ay, look what you made me do' All you gon' see is that A, over that navy blue And famous last words, I'm crazier than Krazy Glue [Round 3: E Ness] It's E Ness versus Ness Lee Who the best to ever do it nigga, let's see One shot'll make your head open sesame Another shot'll blow the lid off your chest piece Whoever think Ness Lee can finesse me? They better get a letterhead and address me 'Cause these rounds that I got gon' be the best three You ever heard in your life, you'll catch a wet T Shirt contest, nigga this a rhyme fest No it's not about who can be the most complex Everybody sold they soul, now who gon' sign next? I'm a bomb threat, I'm a Rollie you a Timex It ain't about the quantity, it's about the quality I clap that, make you snap back into reality Causality, you gon' always take a salary You try to copy me, so this is your public apology You sweeter than them Swedish fish I throw it, Tim Tebow shit Evil grin, make you tuck your chain on some Debo shit I stab a nigga on some half-Latino shit Ether shit, the fans wanna know what's my sec-a-ret Ness you not half of me This shit right here is blasphemy Talking 'bout a mirror match, your whole life is tragedy I'm the real McCoy your very presence is a parody You can't embarrass me, it's like I'm giving back to charity I heard your little interview And what's gotten into you? Talking 'bout, you could do what I do but you're minuscule Mortal Kombat, Jackson Briggs, I'ma finish you Rip your arms off and beat you with it, reached the pinnacle I whip it to the oil, I'm whipping up some chemicals When I kick his ass he'll be shitting out my tennis shoes Keep your metaphors and your schemes to a minimal Listen up, just one of me is like 10 of you First I battled Jae Millz, he took that and paid bills Then I took some NyQuil, mixed it with some DayQuil Shine in the building but I'ma show you how the K feel If I don't kill you first they will, you better stay still I'll beat the living shit out this porch monkey Then pull a double homicide, for some more money You go on tour, I'ma rob you for your tour money And them comparisons you made, you're funny I'm on Cloud Nine I tell Ness Lee 'Jump', he say 'How high?', clean up on aisle five I have more whips than the Dark Knight Let's see you walk away from a shark bite Now back then I used to ball like Cartwright Pull us out the club starting bar fights I tried to leap first, then hard right Big release party at the star night Look at the diamonds in my ring, it still sparkle bright See I was getting money for my album drop But I was giving hell to the housing cops The bike cops, the bad cops and the beat cops The beat cops saw the bottom of my Reeboks I'm blowing money like it's falling off of tree tops These young hoes sucking dick like it's freeze pops I coulda signed with Bloodline or D-Block The [?] but I still had my heat cocked I bet you shake your tail feather like a peacock I'm Juggernaut, bitch I walk through the sheet rock I leave you niggas rocked steady with the bebop These young niggas wanna hang but they need not I got three spots, they all twerk team Whatever comes to your mind do the first thing On the first and Friday the 13th You break 'em down and compress 'em, be keeping birds clean You start spending money like it's Wonder Bread But to the Commonwealth I'm a wanted man Big handgun like Son of Sam You'll get your shit wired like MoneyGram They just be counseling these hoes like a summer camp I just be bouncing on them hoes like a summer jam I gotta overdose to make you understand I throw a nine piece at you, underhand My city has forsaken me They hate on me 'cause I ain't with the fakery That's why I never quit my job at the bakery I'm up to my neck, in whole pies up at 803 Time man