[Round 1: Ave] Yo, before this battle was locked, they told me you've been on the road for a minute
Well, I'm here to dead it, K-Shine, so you should know I'm committed
So, bitch, don't try to take me light, 'cause I ain't come to play, aight?
I don't give a fuck about ya zip line, I ain't afraid of heights
I've been nice
And tonight we got a lot to discuss 'bout
If you lose your composure, you gettin' knocked smooth the fuck out
I'm not gon' take the fuss route, them hands gon' get deadly
Bitch I will give a hook to Shine good as Barrington Levy
Better respect me, or yo' ass gettin' left wit' a swole jaw
If Eric get involved, then that's just a problem for both, dawg
And see my shooter barely tax, he'll pull up and smoke y'all
One Franklin got him thinkin' FX, that's Snowfall
I told y'all, but now this jerk gotta see
'Cause as far as your last plan, it fit Ness (Planet Fitness), but that don't work out wit' me
See, Rex, I know you love your son and such
But I don't give a fuck if K Dot, put him in Power, his role still is a bum to us
Nothin' tough, I don't give a fuck if you really foul
You hear me, slime?
This shit all 'bout respect, so give me mine
Or I'll be at ya new crib wit' the semi, have plenty flyin'
I turn that stick and get Shine through a window like mini blinds
Bitch, he dyin'
Like why y'all feel that I'd be bothered?
There's no way I lose to K, like a hygiene problem
What y'all forgot how I shatter dudes?
Ooh, that drives a nigga to kill, and I'm feelin' like Jamie Foxx in Collateral
Who's gassin' you?
Or got you really believin' you wit' the beef
Cause braggin' how y'all been gang-bangin' don't mean shit to me
I got him in the click my G
So if I gotta bring out the Hidden Colors you'll see, the nigga's history
That flag shit don't matter
Send half my Locs at him or get touched by a brim, you'll be Math in the Dose battle
So you better keep it calm though, midget
The .9 point will lay K in the ER, I go Rondo wit' it
So brang them bitches, the D and T (DMT) just gon' end up smoke partna
Rain'll (Raina) get shot for gettin' involved like Ghost daughter
Shine dyin' once an old shell catch him
I call a thot and have a blond curl Top, that's Odell Beckham
I don't respect him
Cause that gang shit you claim, will get me steamed
Cause we know you only on it the moment you witcha team
Be alone 'round some Locs and watch how quick he switch the scene
Out that do' this Billy hoe ain't gon' bang, I'm Sidney Deane
I mean we seen his type, battle rap hype like cold bluff
You got hooked and pulled from under a whip, you a tow truck
Man, so what you hit lil' dude, we know
Gamble tonight, roll a Gangsta's Paradise (pair of dice) and I'll show you I'm not Cooley, yo (Coolio)
Fuck who he know, and I hope he offended
Oh you niggas lookin' for smoke? Well you know we dispensing
Shooter for hire
If it's doe to be spent then give me a number
The gun on this bitch's head, like on Don't Be A Menace
He gon' get finished, then I'm back to this paper
Cause my concern is havin' checks to burn, I'm a Kaepernick hater
You ain't no gangsta, the bangers around you just add hype
But I know Bloods that you can't get right, but that's life
Y'all better tell him get his mind right
It's like my dream the green beam, and I pray to get Shine in the lime light
Ain't tryin' to fight, so I'm posted wit' a big ass gun
I'll smack ya mama, tell her to go get her bitch ass son
You get ya crew involved, them niggas gon' drop dead witcha
Better pray you a better shot or you can pop lead quicker
If I get shot, well, that's when I get slicker
After the Is-He-Dead-Kick, my head lift – BAOW – not yet, nigga!
I'm wit' the hitters who don't give a fuck about K actin'
Always hype like he ready to fight, straight snatchin'
Now as far as rap, ain't no rematch with Tay happenin'
They ain't really handin' you Roc(k), bitch this a play action
Like, why would Smack throw Roc at him?
When I'm up here 'Walkin' On son Shine (Sunshine)' like the old pop record
You not better, I'm the best on this stage
Even if T and Eric write (Wright) for you, it's still an easy (Eazy) death with ya AIDS
Nigga it's Cave
Niggas in rap don't want no beef
Less we really be wit' the straps, we can drum roll streets
Kick in his crib, catch this bum hoe 'sleep
I'll burst mine then Earth Shine, like Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 3
Time

Man, I'm runnin' out of breath

[Round 1: K-Shine] Yo Ave, you went from never havin' a fight in ya life to havin' the fight of ya life
And this the fight for ya life
Another six-foot nigga with a (death wish!)
Twin TECs, flippin' each buck, I'm tryin' to invest
Got the stock in (stocking), finna turn somethin' into fish nets
And it caught ya motherfuckin' (mother fuckin') son: incest
Scope if he split, bet
This cover (discover) a boat like a shipwreck
Boy you better turn into a crook or be stiff next (necks)
Get stretched, wit'cha cap blew (blue): Blistex
His homie shot, "Stay wit' me bro", takin' quick breaths
Throwin' up Blood on Ave like Dipset
The heat spark, leave his brain on the road, let's test his street smarts
Here's the creep part, arm on the chest like a retard
Knife, turnin' like I'm tryin' to make the key start
Tell Shark City, I want the big fish on blades…now they Street Sharks!
He got one of two options
It's either you get shot or you get shot
Same proposal as before, I'm puttin' Roc(k) in a box
FN auto sittin' on the side of the drop
The other grip on the bottom like hospital socks
Soon as it Blow, Pop, it's pushin' through his top
I drop his whole mug, like I was pickin' up the coffee when it's hot
This nigga shocked, waitin' for the guy that's come for Roc
Puttin' together the grill on Ave like a cookout for the block
You can check, every bar code like a Soundscan
Pump, push a (Pusha) brother in a church like Pharrell man
100 pellets, 25 cents from a buck like I sell stamps
Then take the same route on Ave, like the mailman
It's no lackin' anywhere
Nigga I don't care who they peeps
I'm generous with these meals (mils) like, "Who ain't eat?!"
Chopper, split him from the waist before they move they feet
Got Ave rollin' both ways like a two-way street
Please! Ave, 'Lyt and Roc, they gettin' shot for tryin' to play me
I'll Roc(k) 'Lyt like a salt lamp, but you gon' die shady
New Jack City, ask me why that line crazy
(Why?)
Cause that's a head shot on Ave in the broad daylight (Daylyt) and tell the Roc, "Goodbye baby" (rockabye baby)
Tell ya boss, "Try again", these geeks can't bury me."
I spin (spend), Friday (fry Day') on the couch, weekend therapy
Gun button on Ave, then complete they legacy
Cause this one for Roc(k) like a Jeep Grand Cherokee
This where that game change
You better keep Roc(k) out the watch like a Plain Jane
Or get the latest, got the nickel plated like a name chain
Beasley, give me the signal like a lane change
I stop the blast, then get to rockin' (Roc and) Ave like Cave Gang
Two knives, put 'em in a Different World, but it's the same stain
Butterflies, flip in front of his eyes like Dwayne Wayne
You wanna know what I notice?
This nigga's a bitch too
Where was you when Brizz broke the bottle for Holla and his crew?
Oh let me guess, you wasn't in the buildin' so shit's smooth
Or you would've noticed the door like the rent's due
Bitch move
Her pussy ass wanted this shit too
But leave the stage, freezin' on the Cave like an igloo
I'm a wacko, easin' off of tobacco and Sig' (cig') blew
Tell that Guardian Of your Galaxy talk to the stick, it's Groot
But this tool, I got it down to the T
Fit description, knife, like goals of achievement, I'm stickin' wit' it
You get the vision? A real nigga vs a hoe, different isn't it?
Yeah I thought the same thing, man Cave shouldn't have no bitches in it
That's a Juice shot-

Let's get to business, zip him up let's go

[Round 2: Ave] My nigga what's wit' this persona like you really want drama out in the field?
Well ain't nothin' 'bout you G, K (UGK), let's just be Trill
I mean the frontin' gotta stop
'Cause you played Geronimo, but you a blank domino
You don't get points without the Dots
We can tell it off top you scary, that's why I'm not too worried
Shine ain't real this is costume jewelry
Y'all think I care he say his pistol play heavy?
My shootin' Method with the shotgun is like the bartender's in Belly
Tell him "Get at me", but I bet you he chill if he clothes line him
Or the strap lay Shine helmet up, he a coal miner
When it's time to ride, it's no speakin', this Teairra Mari
Meaning this bitch gon' sing 'til the dome leakin'
What we on? Beefin'?
Well ain't no need for no talkin' fraud
Your team step I slide up wit' arm like Stomp The Yard
Cause I don't really need the grip for dude
Trust me, the fist will do clown, I'll put the hammy down, I know these fit for you
And I want smoke wit' them bitches too
I handle scrappin'
Oh you think cause I'm fat I'm a slacker, my hands is lackin'
I'm so fast wit' the action, that even if he bob he (Bobby) hit and niggas ain't even know it, like Janet Jackson
What's crackin'? You really 'bout action? Play gutter
Machete from Rawsteen skin Shine like shaved butter
Wait, I ain't no blade tucker, I'd rather grab a tool and put a Harlem dude down wit' the deuce like Ma$e cover
But in case you bring ya whole crew nigga
I get the big chop, MAC on the side like a soul food dinner
Then once I body all these nerds, I'm baggin' product to serve
An O.Z. by the A.R., K, I'm Marty Byrde
Cause yeah we got it off the curve, if it's there we at it
Y'all think cause y'all see him flaggin' wit' that red he savage
Soon as he snatched by the FEDS he panic
Tellin' type, bet he give up all the rights like a deadbeat parent
See he be scammin' in the worst way Top
Soon as he caught the Beans spillin' in court like the first State Prop'
You gotta watch them, when the pressure increase nigga's front But as men you (menu) never change, Chinese restaurants
We was posted wit' a product to sell
Somethin' about me, Gronkowski, I feel like the biggest target for 12
But oh well, we grind heavy, from powder to the Mary
And with pill shit we had more scripts than Tyler Perry
But he's scary
This talk like he heavy, just rap
There's even fake fives in yo' crew
No not the Rex dap, but PC
Is you kiddin' me G's?
So I guess you gon' tell me P(ee) wit' the blood like a kidney disease
My nigga, please
Y'all not tough, get popped up, another body that's gon' add to the mil' (meal) like potlucks
So when I had that heat blazin', another piece waitin'
Judge on my side in case this miss (dismissed) we Free Masons
Now wait, bitch, cause you talk like you been ahead
What ya spins and your ESPN's
You gettin' bread?
Nigga even went live…with a real bitch up in the bed
Cause see he used to rather party on dudes like Bill & Ted
Heh, but you prolly bought her the hills
Got her struck stuntin' in wheels
Nigga Shine tryin' to get signed throw that slut a whole mil'
That's ya baby? You love her crazy?
The fuck is your deal?
That bitch shady, I'll have her runnin' back to Buffalo Bills
Man get real, that's why if I beef with these maricóns, I just catch 'em while they at ya new crib
Shotty chrome, I clap D, Top and T when they think we prolly gone
I catch Boom walkin' out halfway, like Ah Di home
Nah he grown, so this how you gotta talk to K-Shine
And I'm only talkin' like this with the hopes he cross the line
Cause we buyin' all the toolies in town
Soon as the Tre dropped off, put it to work, I got Furious Styles
This how Ave really go, so if it's static let me know
I throw a jab to this fag and drop his ass to the flo'
I mean he asked for the smoke, so hey, pick yourself up and skate, like in the MJ 'Bad' video
Like really tho', he asleep as soon as he hit wit' these
Meanin' all that bumpin' (bump in) ya lip, transmitted disease
And please bring them to the war, I look forward to shootin' more
I got a problem with all the ex (X) niggas, I'm Insecure
Time man

[Round 2: K-Shine] You went from never havin' a gun in ya life
To a nigga tryin' to gun for ya life
Now get a gun in ya life
Another six-foot nigga with a death wish
Nina, pushin' everything back, I'm procrastinatin'
.40 blowin' everything up, I'm exaggeratin'
Chopper, open up his mind, I'm elaboratin'
Twins, makin' hits together, they collaboratin'
He seen Rain and got turned into mist, he evaporatin'
TECs, leave him empty his shit, it's evacuatin'
Fifth, got it talkin' for me, man it's advocatin'
But the Eagle will take the head off the boss, the D(ecapitatin')
This will check, a person's will like a testament
Nothin' but a check for him
Cause I was on the road with the best of them
But stop to whip on Ave like pedestrians
Here's a tip see, hammered on Ave like the Mexicans
Or see three (C3) straps on Ave like a lesbian
Number of shells on Ave like it's evidence
MAC 10 it (tenant) build in (buildin') on Ave like a resident
I keep heaters, these seekers turn to deep sleepers, unaffectionate
I ain't even gotta squeeze Nina, Glock excuse
That Tommy blew like "I ain't cheat, Keisha!"
Have every whip on one side of Ave like the street cleaners
Whatchu know about it? Runnin' outta food like the .38
And you gotta feed it shells from ya son .9
Makin' a size order for what the Special needs, I give a fuck about a dumb line
You want mine? Even exchange
Mil' (meal) for the tre (tray): lunch line
Lob you wit' the knife, everybody gotta swipe: bus line
Silencers, I put a lil' somethin' on the end: drum line
Steel (steal) on the low, Ave wit' a punchline
It ain't over, wait (overweight), and it's spittin' fast: Pun rhyme
Detective circlin' Ave: one time
Fuck rhymes, I underground rappers: unsigned
Clutch mine, pretty big ratchet: plus size
You dumb high, y'all think this nigga got the drop on me
Chopper on me, Rolling Stones will get ya top stories
Glock .40, have ya wig blew (blue) like Roc shorty
His eyes closed in the street, I turn Ave into a block party
Nigga I'm not sorry, I ain't got a care in the world
I give a fuck about a peace offer, you like, "You almost hit my girl"
Nigga I was tryin' to knock a piece off her
Standin' behind the Canon (cannon) on Ave like a reporter
Each corner, waitin' on Ave like a beat walker
I eliminate characters, I'm tryin' to make the Tweet shorter
Shark City, right? Well now he in deep water
100 shots, 25 sent (cent) from a buck like three quarters
Beam on ya, but ya niggas get it before it's sold out; pre-ordered
Where Ave live? Nigga I'll pull up to his crib wit' a chop' to meet you
Spot the people, searchin' through the blind like Ray when he dropped the needle
Shark City get a whiff of these paws, he got cerebral
Froze when it spark, bust the nose under the Shark: Dory in Finding Nemo
You think you gon' be my big brother Rock and get away wit' it?
Oh now it's time to thief go
Pots hittin' Sticky fingers (Fingaz) on Ave like Tyrone locked wit' Debo
They watchin' me, it's State Property if I drop the Sigel
One round got him strugglin' wit' Chess (chest): Don Marino
Y'all finito
Yall finito, uh uh papito, Glock bandito
I'm fire empanada; patellito
Mi perico, get your uncle shot, pop a tio
Round for the lead, pound on the head, "Ay dios mio"
He ain't want smoke before, now the nigga finna play?
Cause you got Shady after Math (Aftermath)? Eminem and Dre
You steal bars Ave? And niggas get afraid?
Now it's steel bars on Ave, Dominican parade
He can't get away wit' shit on this card, this ain't a PBA
You can have Faith and still get the ring: Stevie J
Either way, steel in (stealin') the belt: DNA
Five clippin' everythin' on Ave: meter maid!
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot with the oowop, pick him up
NWX, you Cave niggas suck
Y'all know my slogan nigga
(Zip Him Up!)

[Round 3: Ave] It's about time somebody came in here and shake up this shit
I told niggas I wanted smoke, nobody safe from these hits
And I promise you I won't miss, unless it get to the list
Cause I'll address them real quick the get right back to this bitch
Ayo Cal', we need to have a sit down, fuck the delay
Whatever bread you 'bout to charge, I'm quite sure I know Smack will pay
Aye you won't even get a round
Wait, coin tosses count, so skip that, think Dipset, I'm puttin' up .40 Cal
Yo Hitman, you already know that we been rockin'
That's why it's only right that we get an event poppin'
See dodgin' me not an option
So soon as it get locked in
Bring ya bro cause I'ma finish up Show' like I'm binge watchin'
JC? Set it up, Aye Verb I want the crown
Yo Cortez, get back in the bodega for now
But tell Mook, nah I'm lettin' Roc wrap that fella
We want every Dot on the stage like a Pac Man level
Bitch it's whatever-

{Intermission because of smoke alarms going off. Apparently fans can smoke in this venue.}

Bitch it's whatever, y'all must forgot that Ave that cold
So I'm takin' down every star like Grand Theft code
Now he the next one to slaughter
Soon as I hung the call up, the goal? Body shine, I'm Bruce Leroy out the water
You'se a good talker, but I ain't worried too much
Cause I'm strapped, aye these (80's) babies come at .30 and up
Bro we was doin' all the dirt that we could
Even if that meant we had to spark plugs to keep work in the hood
What's good, get it understood that I never play
So if it's rap, let it be that, and that's where it better stay
Cause if I let Beretta's spray, I swear that I'm stretchin' K
The wrong move gon' have them trippin' on you, think [?] But in here if it escalate, that's a chin break cuz
I get Shine wit' one hand, that's the MJ glove
And I don't do no fake grudge, so if it turn to get real
Hope you can back yo' shit up more than Percocet pill
We in the field, cause we know just how to handle them streets
We was scramblin' tryin' to manage nigga, damn a PG
Niggas tryin' to make sure they families eat
The trap works, you're Nature? Rap first like it's 'Banned From TV'
See we was at it, break down savage to get the ends
No 12's, sandwich bags, no razors, safety pins
Whatever to make 'em spend
Had to get the fiends coppin', cause that's chips on the first, we EBT shoppin'
Bruh this block shit ain't nothin' new
Do a straight month or two then slowly peel back on the corner, just like a Lunchable
You wanna dump the tools? No problem we hitters
Have mil's (Millz) givin' Shine rounds before RBE nigga
We some gorillas, think shit's sweet wit' us? You off ya thoughts a little
Cause thinkin' I'ma play ain't gon' work, yeah I'm wit' all the bull (audible)
I'll have ya teeth leakin' bruh, then draw and throw three to ya
But either way you'll bleed in this order (disorder); hemophilia
But see this thug shit in ya verses, I don't think it's this person
Cause you too dumb to see the fame, you done surface
Why you claimin' shit that ain't even worth it?
My niggas tryin' to get F words off they records like the radio versions
But you ain't learnin', you one of them niggas that need the proof
You one of them niggas that ain't gon' get it until you [?] See that's why I blame Mook, if he'd have played his position
There wouldn't be no line between Dots, you see the vision boy? We different
If I get in some shit, I'ma handle mine
You the nigga that's gon' ride cause you know that ya man's behind
Y'all standin' there like it's fine
Til y'all in jail later, with ya body hooked to chains and a box like Hellraiser
See that's why I hate the niggas your'e type
Cause you ain't gon' brawl, but them niggas might
You ain't gon' fall but they gon' get life
You gon' move on like y'all weren't even tight
Hesitate to pick up a call, view a nigga or write
Ya light pussy, and I hear you reppin' Treyway out this bitch?
Tryin' to prove you this gangsta so they can think that you legit
Boy I think you fake as shit
I had K face some Crips now he claimin' them 20's on him Dayday at the whip
Oh I can take the hit
Make him a target, niggas drop him wit' one round
And then it's to Gate Of The Gardens
But nah, my name ain't been shit as of lately
I might shoot what K see (Casey) and the knee (Anthony) and get rid of the baby
Bitch is he crazy? I told you, "Fix my plate", right Smack?
Cause they been sleepin', it's time I bring my state right back
Don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas, they type wack
Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, straight like that

[Round 3: K-Shine] Yo Ave, you went from never havin' a rhyme in yo' life
To stealin' every rhyme in yo' life
Boy this 'bout to be the rhyme of ya life
Another six foot nigga wit' a (Death Wish)
Nah, you worried 'bout the polls to ya battles
I'm worried 'bout my poles when I'm sparkin' 'em
You worried 'bout the shit you write
Nigga I'm worried about my rights when I'm charged wit' them
You worried 'bout the lead in ya pencil
Nigga I'm worried 'bout the lead in these cartridges
You steal nigga, I steel niggas
And these the words that's harmin' them (homonym)
Revolver spin, bullets hittin' nerves, this finna bother him
Get it shakin', I'll him disease like Parkinson
Spar wit' him? I'll open up his sweater on a card again (cardigan)
So advertise meant (advertisement), pickin' the right spots like marketin'
I got my self esteem, buildin' up like confidence
He got a part of this, into yourself like a Narcissist
About 100 bodies, a nigga lost count
I just know ya seed, he was targetin'
So he will be somewhere in that number when ya son comes to Shine
Like when the Saint Go Marching In
Nah, fuck that, I got a colder mission
Laser, I planted with the star like a solar system
Then I peel (pill), like a pharmacy with no prescription
Chest shot, he ran into his homie wit' the shoulder dippin'
Then it's head shots to both, 'til they face charges together like they co-defendants
Hold a minute, like a bitch turned dyke, I've over niggas
Make him whisper, get away from the door; Jehovah Witness
He like, "Damn, where you get that from?" "I know a nigga."
.9 raised on Ave like he hung wit' older niggas
He could get the squeeze in the finger like I caught a splinter
Everyone stretch in the V like I bought a sprinter
I'm diggin' the grave, so hey, even the broad get injured
But she got a choice, Ave or tar (Avatar), but I ain't finna wait for the Water Bender
Let's be frank, you can get ya uncle pops like Dorian
Four to him, he plugged in the head like Morpheus
Legs on it, clappin' from the stands like an audience
Or squeeze wit' the strap over the shoulder like Steve with the accordion
I brought a pump, just to start the water front
Nova Scotia, ya own funeral, but they don't even know if you come
This a coffin closer, this nigga greedy
I was cool with you and wigs, then we talked it over
I said, "Fuck it. I'll have a tool to ya (two liter) back." Kel with the orange soda
I'm slidin' over
Arm wit' the nose, I'm tryin' to find an odor
Know this (notice) hit ya crew but it was meant for you; non disclosure
Weave, weave, jab, I knock him over
One hit and it be days (daze) like this, mama told us
Get everything sent in store, I'm not a doja
Sig' (cig') and a .40 on Ave, it's not a Cobra
Buck 50, get a pun and a smile, I'm not a joker
I turn a Shark into a Swordfish; John Travolta
It's a prize under the seat, I'm watchin' Oprah
A couple mops, waitin' for the stain, I got ammonia ('em on ya)
BAOW! I ain't have to leave his face like that
Knifes, guns, bats, I play like that
Nigga hidin' in the Cave, think he safe like that
I still punch you in ya motherfuckin' face nigga, straight like that
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot with an oowop (Pick him up)
NWX, you Cave niggas suck
3-0 Ave, ZIP HIM UP!