[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
Ayy, we got Geechi Gotti—
I'ma go first, man
You know, hospitality
I can't even really say nutn bad aboutchu
Fo' sho', we was bros
It just we got two different lifestyles, but sometime, that's how it goes
You come from the suburbs
I come from the trenches, crack rock, and stoves
I'm talkin' shoot-outs, trap house, and hoes
My first mission, I had a MAC-10
I shot up the whole block like I ain't had control
Just sayin', my MAC was ill too
I had to learn how to blow the nose
Toe-to-toe, you don't even want none, brodie
This shit real
I grew up seein' homies get killed
I'm talkin' some of us wanted to get shot too so wе could know how the shit feel
It's fucked up, but it's a reality, Ill
Talkin' court casеs
Imagine how our families feel
This lifestyle'll have some of us actually ill
You gotta wish us well
I'm talkin' n***as doin' so many prison terms, they throw up at the thought of them cages
They got sick of cells
This shit for real
I wasn't even gon' show up and be a poor sport, but I'm here to show the separation like divorce court
Let it ring off
Let the shit peel
When the bullets hit the floor, it sound like raindrops hittin' yo' windshield
You shoulda been killed
I made you wait
You almost missed ya turn
I'm talkin' about put a gun to his grandpa face
Turn
Let it click and turn
Old n***a was like, "What type of gun is that?"
I said, "It's a Springfield, OG, like Mr. Burns"
When will you n***as learn?
It's a difference between you and my pressure
I'm top-tier
You ain't even in my viewin' eye level
When I'm done rappin', they like, "Ooh, this guy special" and after you done rappin' that bullshit you wrote, you die
It's like a suicide letter
N***a, this a death note
I'll stick dick so far down yo' bitch mouth, it scratch her tonsils
She think she got strep throat
You a guest, bro
This a n***a sport
I'm really fifth a war
Shells hit his core
His body slide and lock up like a prison door
You can get the score
This a gangsta vers' a skater
I'm not a hater, but the grind different
You gon' thank me later
I'm talkin' about different shit
Man, this n***a's a fuckin' hater
Almost made me messed up, but I'ma catch it, 'cause in the trap, we used to have the crack sellin' out like the Showtime Lakers
I'm talkin' 'bout sittin' in that crack house, I really witnessed some miracles like a fuckin' prayer
You sayin' Jesus turned water into wine
I seen the OGs turn rocks into paper
I had Glocks in the scraper
Bay talk
That's guns in the Buick, hangin' wit' n***as that pop pills, then put in work and say the drugs made 'em do it
This lifestyle one day gon' have us ruined, 'cause I'm seein' n***as tell on they homies nowadays, and that's real hate
Seen n***as turn court dates into tell dates
My logic is kill every witness
You can't snitch on a shell case, and just make sure my bail straight if I ever gotta kill Ill
He gon' get stuffed in the back of a Grand Prix
Y'all gon' see him come up out a Pontiac like Ill Will
I'm talkin' 'bout ski mask flow
I got that Quill feel
What can this white boy teach me when he not even the real deal?
I let the steel peel
I'm talkin' cold piece in his mouth
Make his grill chill
His body look different after he died
The skin kinda crazy
Mortuary did the best they could to make him feel better, but the momma knew he was still ill, and when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes
Yo' turn
See if you can make n***as believe them lies
N***a, time
[Round 1: Illmac]
Yo, he said I was from the suburbs, but I used to push herb
I was overpaid
You a Springfield OG like Mr. Burns?
I was known for dope like Homer Jay
I mean, now, you said you would always support me
That was a fake promise, but I'll forgive you since you came here rockin' a hat with my name on it
Yo, my time starts here
Listen, a month ago, he no-showed for one battle, mm, twice, but you highly respected
To me, you crossed a line when you missed a flight for the second time
It's pathetic
Even missed a third flight
I know life can be hectic, and you sent the deposit back, but it's time to address it
I would never do business like that
I woulda kept it
Respect it
Look, now, he no-showed on opponents
They went on cam to share they rounds
As a kid, he no-showed the dinner 'cause Mom did the spoon wit' the airplane sounds
Vrrm
Shh
But when I take flight, there is never a question
Be the first time in a minute you actually catch a connection
Perplexin'
Geechi isn't new to this and his friends
He battled Rum for 150K
They agreed to equal splits in the end
He got 75K, but I think he resents how quick that it went
Ever since then, he makes us relive the event 'cause he's only been givin' fifty per cent
I black out
Jab pivot
Hat down
Black fitted
Strap out
Mag kitted
Last round jammed in it
Treat his chest like he treat battles
His heart half out, half in it
Type to tap out
Man, quit it
Refund pay-per-views back now and tickets
Packed house
Fans missed it
Even requested a seat in the exit row in case he wanna back out last minute
Let's get it
You can see it in my eyes 'cause it's real
My pen the type to reveal what you hide and conceal
I put your life on the line like writin' a will
That's my artistic license to kill, but for real, who got the tides turnin'?
We droppin' a collab shirt, album, and this battle
Fans online searchin'
The hype's workin'
Was debatin' goin' light vers' him, but I might murk him
They ask, "How you kill the homie in a battle?" like I'm a nice person
Already killed you on every track
This just the live version
No debate
All facts
Just play our tracks
Thought he could hold a candle to me
Got flamed on wax
Relax
He asked about royalties when we released this shit
I told him it's fifty-fifty off the streams we get
I meant buck-fifty
Cheek-to-cheek get slit
Know what I call that?
Geechi split
Think he slick
You was there front row when I was bodyin' Rum, but tonight's buildin' hype we both profitin' from
We 'bout to go viral, Gotti
The job isn't done
One final marketin' stunt
We droppin' a album on stream, and it's ironic, because I'm killin' you live, so by the time it's released, it's a posthumous one
Free Butter out now in memory of the homie, you know what I mean?
[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
I knew all them corny-ass bullshit raps was finna come out yo' mouth, and with this type of crowd, I'm like, "Yeah, they finna work"
I mean, it was only right I put yo' name on a hat
We already put yo' face on a shirt, and he said he killed me on every motherfuckin' track, and I'm barely gettin' any percentage?
That's cool
I ain't even trippin'
I ain't finna trip
After this, fuck this pay-per-view
Don't none of y'all download that shit
I know you like to rhyme for days, but n***a, this isn't that
Two minutes and thirty second rounds
That's what they paid for so that's what I'm givin' to Mac unless you tryna get hit wit' this strap
Give his temple a tap
When ya skull open, you know they need lots of gauzes and bandages
I could send you to the closest hospital for some unlimited wraps
You n***as is wack, and you been that
Kill ya bitch
I'm talkin' Heaven gates is where we send rats
I'm talkin' n***a, you just a pawn
This is big facts
A sternum shot'll make yo' chest move
You actually gon' have to go to the other side to get yo' bitch back
This not a game
I really done shot n***as
Let's get that specific
I'm talkin' well-known for active Crippin'
In the early 2000s, my partner caught a twenty-year sentence while wearin' Akademiks
Now, let me school you
I jump out, hop out, run down on n***as, then I shoot ya
Illmac, I done chased more n***as than ya producer
You a loser
Disrespect, I really does that like, n***a, fuck rap
I'd rather have yo' bitch doggystyle, givin' her ass cheeks love taps
Pull out, bust on her spine while he callin' her the comeback
N***as know I love straps
You the type of n***a to love strap-ons
You a man-smasher
I knew there was sumn sweet 'bout this white boy
He a Graham cracker
I'm a can-blaster
I kill shit, go fuck my bitch
I got a demon soul
Literally, all I do is spin and lay up like a three-sixty finger roll
N***a, we was bros, but you a goofy, bruh
I'll knock you out and have the ambulance scoop you up or grab a saw
Figure out what body parts I choose to cut
Separate the legs and thighs from Mac
I don't need my food to touch
You thought these dudes was tough wit' his lyin' ass
Extension
I got all type of mags
I'm talkin' shoot 'til the clip empty
.9 fifty clip
Imagine all the time that passed
Once I'm done wit' the mill, I'm out
It's like a dine-and-dash
VVS
I bought mine wit' cash
Let's get into that
I'm talkin' I gave you the low price for this
I usually charge 'bout fifty racks
N***a, I'm a real boss
Pistol-whip you 'til the steel off
I'm talkin' so much blood drippin' from the chopstick, it look like eel sauce
N***a, fuck bein' cordial
Don't ask me nothin'
Talk to the gun 'cause I'm gon' ignore you
I'ma have you tellin' the judge you willin' to die for this shit like Young Thug lawyer
N***a, you's a bitch, bro
I know this event got a whole buncha Web3s
I know nothin' 'bout NFTs, but I'm a Crip though, and when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in the eyes
Yo' turn
See if you can make n***as believe them lies
N***a, time
[Round 2: Illmac]
He said when it's real, you can tell
You can see it in their eyes
Your turn
See if you can make people believe them lies
I'm 'bout to die tonight
I don't seem that eager
Lost that hunger
Couldn't beat him in a rematch neither
He really 'bout to kill me
Listen to him
He raps cleaner
You can see it in my eyes
You right
They can't believe that either
Bro, I'ma tell you this
That whole rhyme scheme
This is where our legacies overlap
There's really a subconscious reason that he chose the hat, 'cause he's battlin', you know, Illmac and to let y'all know off top, if he claim he the GOAT, it's cap
I mean, listen, make some noise while I drink water
I said, look, they can't believe that either
It don't matter
You up here
You actin' so uppity
They got us in a standoff
If you think you more at home in this ring than me, you must be on bath salts
I'm tellin' you now, that flag don't give you rank when you facin' the last boss
That's like me walkin' through the Grandees, throwin' up Rap Off
In this ring, I am his OG
Big homie
Thought that I'm his best friend
Battle rap's my block, and it's a dead end
From now on, any time you book a battle on King Of The Dot, you gotta check in
From now on, any time you freestyle a rebuttal off top, I need a check sent
Any time you rhyme more than two syllables, I'm in them pockets
Every red cent
Got Gotti in a headspin, and I know what you're gonna say
"He hasn't been on the big stage
The main stage"
I guess all's fair in warfare
You brought the West to URL, but I'm the forebearer
Should get royalties off of your shares
I helped lay the foundation
You opened doors, yeah, but when I came up, there wasn't even doors there
"You haven't been on Smack, Mac"
Why you actin' so uppity?
I did it on my own, comfortably
I control my fate
I got sole custody
We can play the who's-been-where card, but life's afforded you no luxuries, so until you cross an ocean, I won't listen to no fuckery
Fuck a league
That's why you won't fuck wit' me
I made six figures off a Web3 song and put 200K in my own company
Fuck a league, and that shit is true
If you havin' problems doin' the math, here's a clue
That's five Lux guarantees or ten Summer Madness battles for you
Now, that whole round
That shit was a little extra, King
I can't help but notice someone didn't wear their friendship ring
Okay
Let's get mean
When ya friends wit' Geechi, he'll have you doin' favors like, "Nah, man, it's for the cause"
Two days later, he's filmin' a podcast in your garage

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
You right
I am gon' talk about how you never made it to the main stage
For real, 'cause I could do what you do
Comin' up in yo' era, man, that was easy as shit
For real, you a cheesy lil' bitch
I don't know why you ain't never been on Smack
That's where we be really gettin' them chips
I mean, yeah, you do yo' own thing, but what's the good of havin' yo' career in yo' own hands if you still need to get a grip?
You was talkin' all that, "Ugh, when it's real, you can tell
You can see it in his eyes, so go 'head
See if you can make...
Believe them lies"
You wanna say "N***a," don't you?
Go 'head
You my partner
You get a pass, dog
Ain't shit funny
That stupid look on yo' face'll get slapped off
I'm talkin' beat you to the white meat, meanin' we gon' see yo' roots if you ever have a black thought
I didn't even wanna battle you, 'cause I knew that this cat soft, and open up a brick of coke the only time I'm concerned wit' takin' a wrap off, but let's take it back, dog
You, Diz, The Saurus, y'all that backpack era
The reason n***as thought the coast was pussy
I'm just sayin', though
For real, that's why Daylyt had to do them gay-ass antics
My n***a Danny had to spend 12K or the East Coast woulda overlooked him
You n***as gave us a bad name like we only had lames and the streets was a myth
They like, "How is the land of gangstas gettin' represented by this knockoff Eminem and this cheesy lil' bitch?"
On me, we needed a switch, and that's where I came in like, "Where the gangstas?"
They know that's who I'm comin' wit' to show the culture that the West ain't to be fuckin' wit'
I'm talkin' main stages, back-to-back Champion of the Years
I did shit in my career that was on yo' bucket list
I'm talkin' when you was the main man, n***a, we was strugglin'
When I came to the game, that's when we started bubblin', so when you do them freestyles about raisin' the bar, I had enough of it, because the West was in limbo
I'm the n***a who raised the bar for y'all to walk up under it
Do you know who you fuckin' wit'?
Must I remind you?
A hospital bed is where ya body be tied to
They gon' be feedin' you tubes instead of medicine
It feel like they tryna monetize you
This lifestyle'll really traumatize you
I'm talkin' 'bout the streets where I battle, 'cause you brung up iBattle, so the streets where I battle, them sucker-ass n***as can't perform
I'm talkin' n***as die instantly
This lifestyle ain't the norm
A pussy could get covered by white sheets in a blur like Asian porn
I really faced the storm and came out shinin'
You can't compare to vets
I'm talkin' 'bout West Coast OG
I was a gangbanger turned rap star
That's what made ya man a threat
I used to be sittin' in courtrooms, gettin' judged by a jury of my peers, and it was people I ain't never met
I used to give the middle finger to the judge
He couldn't get no respect
Ever since then, the system was on my head like a Meta Quest
I'm talkin' 'bout you can talk stupid
I could go crazy on you, but you shouldn't even act brolic
I could really punk you and go in ya motherfuckin' pockets like Suge, but I'd rather tap into different rap pockets like, check this out
Under the bed
That's where I usually keep the strap
My momma found a blue box wit' shells in it
Told her it was easy, Mac
This shit really easy, Mac
Most these battle rappers be broke, and I hate it too
That's why this percentage of all the battle rappers on here get a percentage of the pay per view
On that motherfuckin' CD on this shirt right here
All good things must come to a end
Free Butter
When y'all listen to that shit, y'all gon' see I killed him on every fuckin' bar
You thinkin' you beat me is somethin' I can't even fathom, but it don't matter
As long as y'all got this pay-per-view, y'all can go download and stream the album, and when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Yo' turn
See if you can make n***as believe them lies
N***a, time

[Round 3: Illmac]
He said he's the one who raised the bar so we could walk under it
Ooh, this man's ego
You gettin' paid more than me?
I'm gettin' paid more than you
You can ask Nino
I'm battle rap's Deebo
Ask Deebo
He said I was a nerd rapper
That was a code word for "Mac lethal"
Listen, Geechi, I mean every fuckin' bar of this
I'd never lie about that
I'd never get up here and use gang slurs for wordplay
Why would I rhyme about that?
Fuck a punchline
Real people take lives and die behind that, but I seen squares
I mean, pfft, people you mighta met, up here, screamin' the C word like it's beef wit' a rival set
I seen that lead to someone in the street breathin' a final breath
Bodied over language
Shouldn'ta been speakin' the dialect
I wouldn't say dumb shit like, "Gangs are bad for the environment" when that blue flag ain't taken as many lives as the Bible did
I swear, everybody does the same shit
I hate it when they call you Bay Loc for a name flip and never been on no gang shit
That's lame shit, and they only say it to you 'cause you're secure wit' yourself so they feel you're someone that they're safe wit'
Make it make sense
I question why, as an author, your authenticity's affectin' everybody's persona
They either condemnin' how you was brought up or fetishizin' ya trauma
Maybe I'm biased
I got a conflict of interest, but God as my witness, I'm not tryna diminish or one-up anybody in the trauma Olympics
I was smokin' Black & Milds when I broke the pattern down
I'm really lowkey
I don't be actin' wild
All I know about your life is it ain't my life
I just chose to stand my ground
Not one of those rappers claimin' stolen valor without their own to rap about
Whatchu know about holdin' a trophy, never gettin' a hold of cap and gown, and you can't look at the trophy 'cause it remind you bro overdosed who passed the crown?
You told him you look up to him, he said he looked up to you
There was a moment you had, and now, every time you look up to him, hopin' he notice you, those emotions come back around
Whatchu know about battlin' for free 'cause another homie passed?
Tryna grieve
Gotta go and practice rounds
Helpin' raise a quarter mill to throw his fam so it feel like homie passed it down or gettin' another homie tatted while you broke and crashin' out, and fans callin' you the GOAT, but it's your ghost that mold and craft your style
See, they follow you like the Ghost of Past
Even wrote ya classic rounds, so it's hard for you to feel like the GOAT when you the only one that's around
Whatchu know about facin' an opponent that makes your home feel outta bounds and steppin' in this ring feel like goin' outta town?
Gettin' bodied in your city when your homies half the crowd?
We don't have to go and ask around
You 'bout to know about it now
I hate when they say battle rap is dead
I seen too many battle rappers dead
One tatted on my arm, one tatted on my leg
One tatted in my memory
Sometimes, we battle in my head
I get an idea
He rebuttals the last thing that I said
Legends never die
The energy keeps cyclin'
We carry the torch for them, and their spark's what we light it wit', so every time that we writin', their spirit is revived in it
Regardless of politics, beefs, rivals, and money problems the leagues fight against
When shit's so divided, it screams bias when fans switch teams and it seems fine wit' it
That's why there's a hidden meanin' behind what Rap Off vers' Team Riot is
They said the scene died
It took the two realest from each side to breathe life in it
You can see it in my eyes
When it's this real, they shouldn't be timin' it
Timeless