[Round 1: Chess]

Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!

When this round's through, wild dudes, gonna be waking the fuck up!

This finna be an amazing show, I just turned 18, 8 days ago

My nigga, I'm at a legal age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?

Chess is home, and ya'll finna get the best of N.O.M.E

Skin complexion on create a player...it's time to set the tone!

Ave, I hope you can scrap

You like to punch, I like to punch, I shoot the hands before shooting straps

But if you try to hide, you'll get clapped

If I gotta search his block, I find Ave with the Chrome: Google Maps

Kick in his door, headshot, you'll be flat I got ninas

I walk in his crib, and remove the cap.. hit his rear.. it's like he's shot first the way I'm shootin' back

Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left

The 8'll be empty like the movie wack

Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop, then I'm piling other bodies on top

Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave like I'm supplying the block

Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave, he leaving Irving Plaza in the worst condition than Troy Ave

They gave me, your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay

Fire on Roc for getting big headed, but this is your N.B.A

Jam his face, pistol whip him, bet the cannon break

And 1 Youtube mixes, I had to get the handle taped

You ever had two twin nines? I can relate

Get it from my jeans/genes and air it (inherit) like family traits

Your parents got it but disappointed the kid, like he found out Santa fake

Guns with me, I keep 'em low like the grass in the land of snakes

He's high thinking he can handle Ray

Stay off the grass; Stanley's place

That was some bars from Chess, was it my hardest? Homie that's sick

(Breathe bro)

Don't hold me that's it

Growing up I was known for that fist

Got buffer and started loaded that clip

So when I'm holding that grip, the kickback...regular cause I'm getting too old for that shit

I'm God, the divine creator

And that nigga Daylyt? My son: I'm Davone's creator

If I can't get him from far I'll blam up close so the shot is greater

I miss Day so I had to bring it in like doctor papers

Yeah, look at him, silent, I was Th3 Saga's savior

And I was the one looking for guidance

So I stand here asking for help cause I gotta battle some harder niggas

I'm talking role models, father figures

Cause I ain't have a daddy myself

I guess facing a real nigga will make me challenge myself

When I was locked in with pussies I gave no fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt

Mag in the belt, and a long .44, Mac on the shelf

Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more

If we all go war, niggas shit will really get his scene

Army connects, we got our hands on damn near everything

With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game

Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name

Bang, flip his block, hit the spot then they drop; Tetris game

Grips will get tossed, if I get caught, I'ma lie about the shooting, that's a pop I would never claim

Cause I was sitting on that stoop and dad never came

He tried to reach for the grip, too late I caught him first on his shirt where I left his brain

This scrub couldn't get it out like that messy stain

Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll put a band on my finger, it's not a wedding ring

Weapons raised, out of the jeans

I [?] I'm a son of a gun and I made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen

A young nigga that saw things and it stayed with him

Your eyes is like a window to your soul and in mine you see pain in it

I was with them niggas outside, they used to play with it

They got low as soon as they did it

They hit licks and booked but they was page skimming

The dirt, I make you lay in it

I literally got a bullet with your name on it

So when I aim with it, I put Ave in the grave with something from Ave engraved in it

Should I let the pump, sawed off or the gauge split him?

The caliber or the snub, either take two out of the .40 or the .38's hit him

Two 23's like Jordan and James with him

Stay gripping, ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women

If my niggas run in his trap they coming out with the cake with 'em

I tell 'em, "Dunny move. Straight kill him."

And do the same thing to eight bitches

Or you get popped over this body, they got burned trying to make chicken

47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim

The K spitting but the stance got him thinking DNA hit him

Body after body after body: I'm shape-shifting

Cake Life

[Round 1: Ave]

I say yo

It's about time somebody finally put me face to face with this bitch

And that's great, cause I know you came with all the Cakes in this shit

But please, them niggas a disgrace

'Cause if we keeping it simple, just think O'fficial

We can see the Chess (chest) bigger than the Cakes

Cause you been running shit ace

But this where it get scorched though

You can't Skip with a Sharpe nigga, this ain't the sports show

Your boys know, but since they in your squad they gotta front, Well, I'm Nutso: y'all seen me cause a problem from the jump

No! Scratch that, same reference, backtrack

You Nutso, meaning he would've been dead on the last Smack

But I'm back

My nigga let's state facts, we don't spit the same

You can't touch a round on the flow: I'm no Twister game

I'm in a different lane, y'all lame put up the money

And this like the second Cake I done crushed: I got the munchies

Y'all want beef? Well come and get it, more than one way

G-Unit at the awards, fighting Gunplay

So I hope this nigga jump, Ace

Cause right after he clocked out, he getting 30 to eat: that shit a lunch break!

No wait, he understand

I'm like a crackhead without a stammer

If I lose it, I'll start smoking with the can'

But I'm pulling with these hands, got advanced rumble skills

But since he want it with that cannon, I'll dump it, slump him still in his mother whip

Before he can peel the pops left him, hurt crying

Holding onto the wheel like Uncle Phil

So fuck how you niggas feel

If them clowns get more braver

Straight to God, the 50 Cent/sent Cakes like bodegas

No, wait up, and just in case your old broad step

Hit the bitch that's running with you: now you Omar Epps so how ya (Higher) Learning?

The Hardaway nigga, well since your crew Crip

Potato on the barrel, apparel will look like Blue Chips

What, you don't think I tote that strap? He'll get the picture

When rounds cover his head, the gun Kodak black

So if I snap and start popping that heater

They'll find Chess on his back with his views up, like it's not a PG

We can scrap, he'll get bruised up or a knot for G.P

Head clap and tilt his hat like he Adebisi

How he gon' beat me?

Cause if he disrespecting space in-between us

He gon' see more than my punches on these stages, the meanest

I'm finna show this, if I hit him in his face they ain't swingers

Niggas soft behind the counter, he like Ace at the cleaners

We ain't believers

You see, 'cause ain't no bitch in my crew

So if you got a problem with one, I'll bring the issue to you

That mean if Tay go, I'm hitting you, too

Y'all just gon' view an arm swinging over Roc like I'm Skip 2 My Lou

But if we shoot, better watch where you flame that fella

Tell him to put a beam on that jank so he can aim that better

Cause when we bang that metal, the first thing we draw on is the head

I guess he picked the wrong hangman letter

I'm with whatever, but my advice is move on quick

You throw a cap, then it's coming back on some NuBorn shit

Two arms gripped, control kick, shoot y'all haters

Now ya team's stiff in a box: that's a Foosball table

They ain't gon' save you

I don't care if you trapping with ten people

I'll pull up in something pitch black: I'm Vin Diesel

Hop out with them twin Eagles

I had to switch the strap

A couple shots make the Mac sound different like slim Sigel

We ain't equal, believe me, what they say? Just writtens

But it be leaking, that razor will leave his face cut vicious

See, I ain't nothing like these Cakes Up snitches

So play tough and this a point in Chess like A-cup bitches

I'm on a mission, I told the nigga Smack to find me killers

He gon' bring a Chess game, knowing I'm Bobby Fischer

Let him try me on the gangsta shit

I bet he stop it when I drop him then I go in Chess (chest) pocket like a handkerchief

I blame the liquor niggas dranking on [?]

He gon' let that Paul Masson get him them pallbearers

Or hit with a long barrel cause we go beyond fighting

Watch Chess (chest) pains turn to the coffin (coughing) like bronchitis

I'm the nicest, so watch what you say or get pound Cake

Don't get gassed by this crowd, give me space and you wild safe

Cause if shit get foul, I might just have to break your pal face

So if you don't want these problems just stay in a child's place nigga

[Round 2: Chess]

You joined Tay nigga? Well that's funny

Cause I can see Ave bein' a Cave nigga

But he a dead man, I'll take a brother like K nigga

Kay nigga, I mask up and fire off the buckle them arms get raised nigga

The shit I brought to this ring was flames nigga

BAOW, I hit his brain nigga

BAOW, he lost his mind, that was insane nigga

If he survive the dome shot, I bet he'll never be the same nigga

It got to his head and changed it forever, like fame nigga

I give him cans, that was trash, I let it fly, that was plain (plane) nigga

From here on (heron) I'm spittin' crack, take it in vain (vein) nigga

Don't talk to me about pain nigga, that's somethin' we took lots of

We learned home remedies cause our grandma's is hood doctors

For my brothers I would pop ya

I got his back, straight up that's good posture

I'm showin' my ass! Like I don't wanna proper

Look patna, I'm a nigga that kill

Somethin' silver (Silva) kickin' harder than that fighter that live in Brazil

Drive-by, my nigga had a nine wit' him to kill and his license was suspended for real

He ain't clean his plates but he still managed to finish the meal (mil)

He gave Mike P the butt of the .50, so he could see how Vivica feel

Well this 50 got a Best Friend, he's singin' with Olivia still

Speakin' of best friend, I'll send you to mine, so she don't gotta rest lonely

For Kiki I'm doin' 40 on Ave; pour the 40 on Ave, this one for my dead homie

Did Ave forget about them twin nines that Ave will get?

On Ave avenue causing avalanches, who gon' be Ave advocate?

P called me like, "Chess, Ave is sick. You better have some shit."

Instigating, tryin' to make me get hyper

I won't lie, he spit fire but stop draggin' (dragon) it

I'm too passionate

Unpresentable at an interview, I won't slack for shit

He better give it everything he has or this gon' be hazardous

Hit ya dead son, my man gun, what I clap him wit'

Your junior high soon as he passed the fifth

I fucked up in school but even on the honor roll I was smashin' shit

A good student, makin' niggas lean, scholar activist

Snatch ya chick, slash the bitch

If it get outta hand, I caught her (quarter) from behind the ear like a magic trick

Then I back out on Ave like B-Magic, trick

Then bullets, swervin', he was tweekin' in the field like a Madden glitch

The streets felt like seat belts when you move fast in it

Wait, you know the streets felt like seat belts when you move, fasten it

Translation: they felt safer with the strap and shit

I'll split this clown and that ain't even the half of It

You'll get the deuce deuce after the Glock

That .22 follow the .21 on some Savage shit

I told K-Shine I'd eat his food and he was mad as shit

Blood felt like a neutral nigga violated so he had a fit

Cause this NFL nigga disrespected his flag; Colin Kaepernick

Fuck that: Colin Kaepernick

He stands for nothin', this nine will put seven in his back and shit

Nigga, I'll Huey Newton, black ya shit, NASCAR tag ya whip

JC/Chilla Jones, Blac start smackin' shit

I said I'm whippin' on Ave, I'll turn crazy and start flippin' on Ave like a bad car accident

Yo Surf, she was alright, mama was a roller

She asked me why I ran up in the house and I told her

"You can go first" kidnap her, Surf tried to save her, I make his dome squirt

Another nigga wit' a staple head tryin' to find his parents; Joe Dirt

I'll take ya seed out like I'm rollin' Reggie, then ya grand daddy get lit, I'm tryin' to smoke purp

These bullets I load hurt and you do not wanna go there

Start shootin' up outta nowhere; growth spurt

.380's as a kid, we had the lil' chrome first

Then chopper was at my man's spot, but I had the baby in the crib like wifey wanted a home birth

It used to be under the bed, now I keep the tooley in the sheets

Cause the demon's kinda spooky when I sleep

When you snooze is when they creep

I'm tryin' to shoot my way outta Hell, but it's hard when the devil used to feelin' heat

Lil' kids, I seen a few of them deceased

Pine box, ma and pop, so the funeral is cheap

And she be damned if she do that shit to me

I gotta do Ave filthy

I can't let Ave kill me

Cause mama refused to lose me to the streets

Cake Life

[Round 2: Ave]

They say, "Ave been impressin'. Watch who he earn next."

But first, let me burn Chess (chest) I got acid indigestion

I guess to y'all this match up is godly

Nah, they got a nigga bodyin' a Cake like a bachelorette party

When P called me, sayin' this shit was a lock

I'm yellin, "Yes" like it's time to get this cheddar for him and whoever next

Then I heard you got the better check

So now I gotta find him and the X mark the spot and take everything that you treasure Chess (chest)

Cause I be stressed, so flexin' me, Ave will try ya

Shit, I'm even robbin' niggas who think they [?]

Smoke youngin' when that barrel fire

Ride up on him sittin' in that V and it's fo' from the heat we herald (Harold) Minors

So if them niggas behind ya vagina, switch ya crew dawg

You think them niggas cool? Nah

All them niggas food and I got somethin' that'll move y'all

.45 with the double drum, I introduce 'em to that cougar with a boob job

So don't make this a problem that lead answers

Arm out, fifth to the heart; get Fred Sandford'd

Cause my shooters do it oh so simple

One call and I'll ride on Chess (chest) corner like a Polo symbol

That's just my mental

Every time I'm in the state I'm snub, y'all know trust

Rex tell me, "Bro, you safe. Y'all plugged."

I be like, "I ain't tryin' to play y'all cuz. But this rotten apple got Big Worms. They ain't even showin' Faizon Love."

This is what I does, don't make me have to move to they block

Or kick up in the spot, snatch up all this loot that they got

See if we shoot this they hot, so what we do to shake cops

Cross Chess chest wit' Hawks, now he Mookie Blaylock

Y'all niggas better start calmin' this clown, 'fore he get clipped wit' a mop stick

Like Sam Jackson robbin' McDowell's, wait calm down

Cause I ain't tryin' to rattle ya sets

See the pops just come for Chess, this remind you of Fresh

Now you in check

Or I can just sleep him wit' big knuckles, y'all ain't seen the kid nappin' this fast since Mitch brother

And I wish you bitches budge, I don't care if it's partial

Thurgood Marshall, the first nigga get to judge

And you can come wit' all of ya cuz

Bitch I said it, I don't sweat it, all that Cake ever harm was a diabetic

I'll wet the whole crew dawg, try me

The wrong nigga get shot, oops, sound like that nigga Bruce Almighty

The squad by me, soon as niggas take it a tad farther

They dead

I came here prepared with the lead sparkers

A bullet to the head, if he live, they said "trauma"

He'll end up with the best chair like head barbers

These dead bombers, weave, on head problems

But if it's beef, no sleeves, I'll bare arm ya

.45 palm but I put the silencer on

How you gon' tell a pop that I fired like Craig mama

I'm a monster, I don't know what the fuck they sippin'

My niggas never on no cup Cake mission

Before you buck, just know I don't give a fuck, Ace listen

My nigga I'll slap Chess, before I snap, that's that upstate spittin'

Then I be chillin', waitin' for any nigga he peel and get

I open can's for you bitches, chivalry still exists

Cause y'all must want me to lean his shit

He'll [?] the grip and take him off the scene before he be seen in his senior pics

Have Steams pissed, cause we go hard pal

Thinkin' homi 'til I donate him bullets, now they the Salvation Army

I'm godly, Smack get a grown nigga to guard me

I'm 'bout to send him up to God B

Look I'm sorry, cause the kid can pure spit

But if this was war, shit, she know Chess (chest) too small and I hate an insecure bitch

This is it, but if you really want that Rex stop through

Got a fresh Glock, extended wit' the red dot, whew

I know y'all prolly thinkin', "head shot", true?

But nah, a few hit his pecs so tell JC I Chess (chest) pop too

That's how I do

I came from a block where them shots ring

We was on the bottom tryin' to get dollars by all means

My homie locked in the bing

Said if he could swap his dreams, he'd have left the trap for the Army, he like Bedaffi Green

Fuck you mean?

Time man

[Round 3: Chess]

Salute to Ave man

Real recognize real, we spoke 'bout it

Rappin' saved me from the streets and I won't doubt it

Y'all see this?

My life could've been drugs, instead I'm gettin' love, makin' doe out it

I seen Smack started lookin' for the plug, and felt the whole outlet

When we ain't have much, we made the most out it

I used to cut and bleach jeans, just to make somethin' new out of old outfits

They talk about adding cut to that work to make it stretch

But they don't mention addin' water to the dish detergent to make extra soup out it

I wasn't the biggest sneaker person, but them times my feet was hurtin'

Mom kept them comfy, she [?] toes crowded

You'll feel pain tryin' to walk in her shoes, she took the soles out them

Don't talk to me 'bout the struggle like I don't know 'bout it

I'm so 'bout it

Nigga, you ever had to cut the bottom of a two liter bottle and make a bowl out it?

See, they go insane when I'm rappin', DC Young Fly, I built my name off of snappin'

You got a teenage daughter, right? I pray she a bad bitch

Your lil' girl ever felt the pain of a fat dick?

Well picture that virgin gettin' laid, in a casket!

Bastard, fuck talkin', fifth's clappin'

A gettin' sprayed, no words, just action; a game of charades

I'm loaded, with a round to pop y'all

Bang! Bang!

The loudest shots y'all

Let somethin' flash at the top of his roof, but it don't make the same sound as cop cars

Punch the wind out this nigga, he bound to drop y'all

This clown get rocked hard

His chest (Chess) get Caved in like I was down with Roc's squad

God, all my dawg bite, so don't even give them a loud bark

Real nigga or not, none of that shit is allowed mark

You gotta get through Chess (chest) to see if you really got wild heart

I will punch you, dead in ya shit if ya mouth smart

You'll get hurt, for talkin' crazy in hood like Kenny from South Park

Know ya role, cause you'll get cut if you don't act right

You can get stabbed, sliced, two sharp tools, Scott Hole and Kevin Nash like

A is dead, you want the razor's edge or the jack knife?

And you know what's after that, right?

Back to gettin' punched in ya face, runnin' his mouth, like he always got somethin' to say

Shit on ya territory dawg, that mean I dump in ya place

I bring them guns to VA

The ratchet arms in front of ya door like she want you to stay

Which one should kill him B? The pump or the K?

Nigga Trump and Hillary, you fucked either way

We almighty, 59-50, Cal is near me, Halle Berry, I keep a fine 50

No feelings, lettin' everything out this Ruger I got wit' me

I was numb inside before the age of ten, that's why the nine empty

Through the grapevine, I heard that T-Top was duckin' Ave

You tryin' to hide silly?

You said that Surf ain't teachin' new niggas the game and it look like you doin' the same

This is a lot to me

Oh I get it, ever since he got his views he thinkin' takin' somebody new will make his stock shifty

I told him, "Bro, c'mon tell the newer guys what you seen bro."

He said, "King...not really."

He ain't wanna show 'em what the Bear witness, I guess Top busy

And the scariest part, is Brizz fuck wit' Ave, oh you ain't know he ran wit' the sharks?

Well that's just like Brizz, leavin' his man in the dark

But I still don't think this man will want parts

Cause T-Top will get scared of Ave, prolly why he stayed in the park

You and Chess got unfinished business, so you are next, make you a mess

Bullets rippin' through tissues and ruin flesh

When I said you get tuned I meant we aim ten K's

For that same 10Ks from UFF

That was a fluke my man, because of him, I'm feelin' like a sore loser man

So if y'all cheer for him I air on him, don't do it man

It's be bald heads in the piece, y'all better boo da (Buddha) man

Damn it I'm wildin', this shit real, the clips st-...mannequin challenge

Cake Life

[Round 3: Ave]

I said yo, just a reminder, I'm lookin' for rivals here in this market

So if niggas ain't Cave, Dot, Titles, then you a target

I can talk because I walk it, I ain't these other frauds

Other than the squad, fuck every nigga that's on this card

Yo Clips, we know that you washed bitch

This when ya movie end

I came to take ya spot

Want it back? Nigga come move me then

But I say just retire cause Charlie ran outta fire plus was ridin' Nick more than Mariah

We know what room he in, for real

Welcome back Will, y'all know I fuck with dude, I'm waitin' on a deal and a deal to see what's up witchu

They told me you a Smack killer, soon as they call it, think alcoholic, I finish Rum, now bring me the 'Yak ('gnac) nigga

We can get it settled, take a visit to the Rebel

Find Arsonal attached to a bus like Twisted Metal

Set it up and I be doin' him dirty

He'll be Anton Tyler, nothin' but a ghost movin' through Jersey

Nigga you heard me

That war shit, you know we declare

Jump on the side of ya crib, I'll Smokey The Bear

Chase him out the place where he trap with somethin' heavy bustin'

If he live they'll be tapin' (tape in) his back like Teddy Ruxpin

What's up then?

And if DNA want problems, tell Eric I'm wit' it

Fuck the gratitude, I'm sick of this lil' battle goof, set the match and that'll do

Smack, let me at him duke

And watch Ave end (N) you (U) E, so put a venue together or pick an avenue

Now back to you, wanna scrap? Cool

You'll get ya face shattered, just collapse right in front of ya team, that's Hank Gathers

They react, it ain't matter

Whoever want us stare, we can mix a few bowl, I'm just gon' leave a Cake battered

That gun play ain't just chatter, I will clap that fucker

Come out the Cave wit' the trey (tray) I feel like Batman butler

Don't make me hurt these fake fuckers

So when I tell you, "Get Ghost behind Raekwon" it ain't the Purple Tape cover

Y'all straight bluffers

Don't have these people thinkin' y'all get at me

They ain't shit but niggas claimin' they pop like, "I da pappy!"

I don't care if he barely tap me, shit Steam gon' be leakin'

Put a knife through Kareem hand, I'm Nino in the meetin'

Is we beefin'? Well peep then I'ma let it be known

We can play on whatever level he want and my niggas bringin' every weapon we own

And once we catch him he gon'

Sig' spark then it's the Uz' (ooh's) like when Belly come on

I'm in my zone, they got me on N.O.M.E. on my first year

On thing is, I didn't think I would battle this jerk here

I mean the way these niggas animate help

It's so fake, that's why I ain't want the Cake like Anna Mae felt

But blame Ike, that's what you wanted, right?

Well now it's heated, 'bout the line bro, the iron low like I'm anemic

I'ma squeeze it if he force me to do it

You see somethin' from the hand go through Chess (chest) like a Scorpion threw it

So don't be stupid

I told you "fix my plate", right Smack? Cause they been sleepin'

It's time I bring my state right back

I don't give a fuck about these sucker niggas they type wack

Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, straight like that