Jc Vs. Ave Lyrics - Jc

[Round 1: Ave] 

So, bitch, we finally here 

No need to preach, how he been on a winnin' streak 

'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek 

But, see, the difference in the niggas here standin' 

He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances 

'Cause you been gettin' by with fly talk 

Knowin' that your kind is why they provided a sidewalk 

Soft niggas on this goddamn Earth 

Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse 

But you put in work? 

But see this is why I doubt the shit tho 

Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. Yeah you counterfeit bro 

When shit get real do one go out the window? 

Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow 

Bro, you'se a hoe 

And bein' able to flow ain't gon' justify it 

You talk guns, my niggas buy the shit to just to fire 

I'm talkin' just to survive 

Cause when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet 

We be Lucky if Justice on our side 

But you don't mind, cause you not who you say 

So now I'm pissed when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay 

Which makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face 

Cause you might be Frog-gy where you stay 

But today you ain't in Michigan J 

Don't give a fuck what he display with his skills 

Cause he just claimed he would kill 

I ain't suited up a single day in this field 

He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the steel 

Nigga ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch 

Oh you JC for real 

But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with usin' these 

I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth 

Maybe two mo' and you sleep 

And that's cause I only move wit' the shoulders 

So on the ground you'll find 'JuJu On That Beat' 

Boy I'ma beast 

Still down to raise the crime rate dawg 

Once I get trap wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff 

See niggas like you, just play boss 

I'm really wit' soldiers, get big bucks 

So soon as shit get illy it's over 

Boy you'se a poser 

If you a gun blower than prove me then 

But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched 

So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck 

Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie at (Juliet) 

Or a foul option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin' 

Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] like Cal Watson 

All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't 'bout 

So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy, you should be worried 

'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that shirt 

About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse 

'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that church 

But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best verse 

Oh it gets worse 

See niggas get murked for tryin' to be heathens 

But don't be an example this evening 

I know you want us to believe you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin' 

Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons 

See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars? Sheesh 

I mean 'It's Hot' they had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street 

See how all of y'all asleep 

'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come And Get Me', J (Jay) we on Volume 3 

See here's the difference, I've been official and my pen a missile 

Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples 

So I don't trip off the shit that pricks tell me 

Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie 

That ain't gon' help G 

I'm too certified for verbal lies (verbalize) 

I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize) 

All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the game 

And have Chef handle that problem like kitchen complaint 

Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars 

It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers 

So for Dead Presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards 

So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to Rush Hours (rush ours) 

Cause we really in the field 

And I rob cause [?] 

So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap where you live 

Bitch stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq 

It's nonsense 

Most of these niggas we cross is clowns 

And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds 

But I ought to off him now 

So Lord talk me down, I wanna hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown 

But for now, I just tied the bag that his head in 

And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a dead head 

That's round 1 man 

[Round 1: JC] 

Ave, Mackk Myron told me to tell you you mad gay for fuckin' up that body 

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[Ave] 

Fuck Mackk Myron 

Okay, now y'all really ready? 

I still remember the first time you held your iron low like you was anemic 

From then on, you remained the coolest 

As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you shook the game...and blew it 

Then we had to hear about that shit all the time 

All them lines 

If you felt for Ave, you was walkin' blind 

'Cause here, you gon' need all them stripes 

We call this life 

[?] 

Each biscuit mean they crossed the line 

What happened? 

This was once a place you was most welcomed at 

And now you damn near a welcome mat 

You know it's a bluff 

Still (steal), the toaster will bust 

One shot, open him up 

Casket? Closing and shut 

Six pallbearers, you better hope they loyal as fuck 

'Cause when we pu- 

Just pray the same niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up 

'Cause it's about to rain 

Arms are wavin' it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange 

And your president? He won't even attend your service like you John McCain 

It's gettin' sad 

They won't remember Ave, he gettin' dragged 

The game is fake, Jake The Snake 

But when Surf pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag 

And it's gettin' bad! 

Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth game crazy 

One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby 

Pay attention, it's nothing you can do that would be enough to even up 

All you niggas chase death in the hood 

But when Death in the hood chasin' that's when the Reaper comin' 

You next up, so vest up 

Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla 

It's important you know me 

But how you 40 with an O.G.? 

See, this is the reason the Cave crowded just a little 

I bet you when you used to watch Batman, all the sound effects was visual 

POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of power it takes extreme guts 

And you need some, a lot of it 

'Cause the ratchet got a kick like Kareem Hunt's 

But never mind that 

We in line, Ave, write ya will, fuck who gets it 

Open ya mouth, the gun is in it 

What a coincidence: he bitin' still (steel) - pun intended 

I been told niggas I was levels ahead of him 

And this is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA 

But still, the Miller (mil' will) shoot 

Straight liftin' guys 

Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit ahead of time 

'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies 

Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a special reason 

Weapon's squeezin' 

The clip long enough for a second season 

We gon' send him back 

You ridin'? Well notice the signs, this the dead end of Ave 

And this Ave different 

I mean you was on top and now you can't get a win 

You 'bout as valuable as a Cavs ticket 

And me? Well I'm that nigga 

Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he can't go away 

I mean between you and your old age, I don't know what's gon' bring back problems quicker 

But it's me, it gotta be 

Honestly, the the precision that guide these rounds is how we know that he dead 

Stay focused instead 

'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make sure that all that power go to his head 

It's body bags at every battle, make sure ya homie found one 

But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's only Round 1 

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[Round 2: Ave] 

This the part where I show we not the same, bredren 

So either you gain blessings 

Or Florida's gon' mourn for your death...you James Evans 

All that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second guessin' 

You'se a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch 

And I bet it 

It's not that I know you, I just can smell it 

So if pussy's what you made of, honor it, who you wettin'? 

We was young niggas squeezin' them toolies 

So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and Shooney 

Now who can prove he know a thing 'bout a shell? Or the bullet? 

A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The Bell 

They catch wreck in the trenches 

You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion 

Nigga, we breathe recklessness 

Nigga, he ain't stretchin' shit 

Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats from this? 

Yeah commercial I said it 

I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send texts (TECs) 

Now come back after these messages 

Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the stressin' 

I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no blessings 

And drinkin' heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut back 

But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences 

Why y'all doin' this to this nigga? 

You know we gutta 

Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he tougher 

Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya homie's a sucker 

Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you like Stoney brother 

Man this fucker could've peeled and been gone 

And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone 

Nah, better yet, the whole Cave 

Even the bro Wav' will snap on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage 

You better let him know, Ace 

A war with us got brutal 

Especially since we order some more of them top Rugers 

Oh, you don't think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you? 

If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's shooter 

I got goons everywhere, dumbass 

They fuck wit' Ave 

That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash 

You? Claim you hit the block for the bread 

But niggas told me you been pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the dead 

So if you scared, don't even try to leave and play street 

Cause niggas die before they reachin' they peak 

And you don't want your pops hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep 

Knowin' the game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist Deep 

See, I just want you to be you, Ju' 

And understand you not a murderer 

You wanna be loved, get you a boo Ju' 

Dance is what you'd rather be on? 

Then, young fella, keep goin' 

Or fuck wit' the music, '70s porn 

See the route you want, you done been on 

Niggas been through it, holmes 

We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice when the noodles gone 

I hit the trap, run through the zones 

My strip burnin' 

I had breakdown plays that was better than Chris Berman 

Y'all niggas too stuck on that petty gwap 

As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap 

I get respect on every block 

Cause I'm nervous the way he not 

So as far as cookin' this lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k) 

See the bars much iller, and my heart just realer 

I done seen triumph from things you just talk lil' nigga 

Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, just split him 

Cut clean, new Lion King: see that Scar much clearer 

On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and let's get that real clear 

Can't hide how you queers feel, we were scrappin' too 

Just let me know when the match is through 

I guarantee niggas get the smooth sleep; the mattress new 

But as for you? You claim we got beef? Bring it 

Just know I'm fuckin' up everything with ease, more than Jacquees singin' 

So keep thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin' 

Give me a reason 

We got big shit that'll set him straight 

My advice is to get the wifey and ya kids extra safe 

Shit, ya friends better skate 

Even if you call the pigs the police (Pulice) will no show, no you like Brizz at SM8 

[Round 2: JC] 

I know you here to put on a display and that's fine 

But stay in that line cause while you rappin' 

I got two arms tucked away the whole time 

Like your Faceoff with Shine 

And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you 

Like your Faceoff with Shine 

The last time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh- 

Matter of fact, let's just make this simple and plain 

I grab this, they won't remember his name 

He'll be past tense, literally go from Ave to Memory Lane 

First, they gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots 

And it's not gon' phase me 

Death? I had plenty brushes wit' it 

How you think shit got so wavy? 

I shook the game 

Might've added new seasonin' but I cook the same 

Still mixed with that stainless piece 

So if you niggas can't take the heat 

It's natural to look for shade 

I mean you trash cause you simple 

I'm mad cause they picked you 

Rage to come after Ave- I'ma definitely put up my average against you 

I'm actually glad you took the battle 

I hate niggas that duck and I hate divas 

And you ain't either 

Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to wait neither 

The fo' strike him 

I'll even get the baby kissed like the Pope like him 

And put a hit out, you'll never know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin' 

No more makin' them threats 

Smack saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best 

But plagiarism is what laid you to rest 

They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you David Koresh 

The clip will rock him, did him proper 

The family say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the Shocker 

You can tell he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to spaz 

I brought the test but I grade simple 

Even if he fail he pass 

A Chris Stokes dance angle? 

You said a bar 

Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know y'all hate the shit 

It's outdated shit 

But y'all wanna know how I knew he would still take the shit? 

Cause he steal (still) takin' shit 

But this time, it get real real 

The shot come from the Yak, so if I don't do it than Will will 

Did I stutter nigga? 

Yeah, well either way he get steal still 

And it's plenty here 

These ain't your typical rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair 

These bitches better than VR 

When they in your face you can end up anywhere 

Nigga, Champion Of The Year? 

I see a whole group of niggas on it 

I only kill cause I like to write history usin' my opponents 

We not accepted the same 

I don't need validation off the same belt that he chase 

Shit, I even whipped Eric with the same belt that he made 

And when you finally made it to the big stage and started absorbing the glow 

It was like Shaq off the dribble, the cross over was slow 

I should give you lead next 

Or you can quit and act ya age, that's your new best bet 

This nigga got kids old as Chess was in U.F.F 

Not to mention, you got half course sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in your rounds 

See this is the reason none of them punches last wit' me 

My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth from the balcony 

There you have it 

Before I play with Ave, I would play in traffic 

So don't play with me 

A.V.E. will quickly end up on A&E 

I had to make a choice 

Until he done takin' bars these people can't rejoice 

And that accuracy just proves what I'm sayin' 

I just load the shell, case and point 

You part of one of the largest movements 

But provin' that you actually belong? You hardly do it 

So this time it's gonna take a lot of bars to prove it 

Just don't take a lot of bars to prove it 

Round 2 

[Round 3: Ave] 

I've been earned my respect 

But this new battle rap lane is some other [?] 

So if this was wrestlin', nigga I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel 

Cause the era where I'm from was 'bout killin' 

But now if you don't do shit with a bunch of this they swear you won in the buildin' 

Look here children, y'all know how we built our reps up [?] 

You Got Served, battles, that niggas had to step up to 

They get a Footloose, again niggas knew that the comp was hard 

We still bet, we threw a buck on the ground and we Stomped The Yard 

Wait hold on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd 

You heard them titles and started feelin' like Michael right goddamn now 

But nah he palm the strap and say it tough like we fallin' back 

Well bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat 

So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't lead spittin' 

Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we bread different 

I should slap this little bitch head spinnin' 

And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that they are, he Craig trippin' 

Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so stop fakin' 

Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation 

Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the gang is live? 

Well fine, take these bucks from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes 

But he lyin' 

I ain't buyin' that bro be with the strap 

That's just flow for the culture 

We know he don't be in the trap 

Cause if this was the main nigga to go see in the Yak 

Then that's an easy lick for them keys like Jodie with the smack 

You just rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap peeler 

Far as hustlin', we know you ain't touchin' no traps skrilla 

See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China 

These niggas here be vagina 

Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected 

Why you want a record? 

Are you impressed with the stories writing? 

Do you know the difference between who reflect and who glorifying? 

All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin' 

You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't move to bump and grindin' 

I'm advising you to stick with the squares 

A move where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired 

I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, believe me 

I'm just talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin' 

Then it ain't gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm pullin' up 

Spittin' at Carter window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them 

Nigga who bring the beef to y'all dudes 

That's when I don't speak I just move, only me and my tool 

I catch him slippin', soon as he in my view he's screamin' "I got a son." 

Well look what you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you 

That's how we move 

It's doom to these niggas that's hella fraud 

Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, swear to (sweater) God 

Or the hands that give him scars 

Damage him, hit him hard, vision lost 

The nigga's still Dancing, just With The Stars 

But y'all won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me 

But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey 

Or I might just set a price, some C-notes and you done 

I drop money on Carter roof, I'm Nino on the run 

But you cool, cause you got ya gun 

Yeah he say all these things, but I'm on point in Orlando 

That's DJ Augustine 

See all that means is revolvers is near me 

So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' with Fury 

I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas know how we vibin' 

I got a plug on the sticks, my controllers was dyin' 

So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay 

'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny 

Don't make me show how fire shit gets 

Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch? 

They say you talk that 100 round clip shit, cause I'm around this bitch 

I'm old school you, you know the style it sticks (Stylistics) 

And we don't miss, I told you fix my plate, right Smack? 

Cause they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back 

Don't give a fuck about these [?] niggas, they type wack 

Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, Straight Like That! 

[Round 3: JC] 

How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you still feel like the ops? 

Well he still get the shot 

Fast death, the outer body experience gon' happen before his real body drop 

He here to witness his death 

And it's gon' be hard to forget and nobody exempt 

They say he punch like Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt 

Clip rip through niggas, I'll split two victims 

I'll put more at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism 

I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the help 

I done whooped so many of y'all asses this year, I actually need the belt 

And they call you "The DVD Man" 

I took one look at that nigga and figured, "probably" 

And judgin' from his last few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so send a copy 

Besides, I own you my own personal kill shot 

But this not for the usual purpose 

You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community service 

So when is your breakout performance start? 

When does the Flu Game start? 

It doesn't, you done turned into a brown shirt random in a 2K park 

I get the pinpoint on Ave like his location drop 

Drop the location then I send him in a bag 

So many cars it has his street roadblocked 

Then I'm sendin' him (synonym) for Ave 

See, street, roadblock, them all synonyms for Ave 

How is this even though? 

Oddly it's not even close 

Nothin' about you original 

Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo' 

This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness 

I peel the weapon 

I lit up the spot 

This bitch didn't even get hit and he drop...like Building 7 

I'm a wild child, I'm the reason for the condition on Ave like a Rothschild 

But it's goin' from bad to worse, 'matics burst 

When you see these street sweepers on Ave we actin' addin' dirt 

Karma's a bitch and it's true 

It has a way to get at you 

I mean you pulled out on Mackk, the day of the battle 

Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye bitch you makin' a battle 

We increase the static, bulldog bark with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it 

I mean you had the battle booked and literally vanished 

This nigga really think he Magic 

Now I got news, it's gettin' gruesome 

The clip abuse him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome 

This will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make this close 

You show Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas pavin' roads 

I don't ask for nothin' 

You old as the TV's with the antennas on top, but I get the static jumpin' 

Two arms, and they both turn into animals like shadow puppets 

I am not nice, niggas know by these third rounds I usually stop life 

You are livin' proof, if it's only two rounds into you, I only shot twice 

And you coasted through 

And you stole some bars 

Got some respect! But you stole that too 

See this hopeless fool 

Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd) 

You don't really gotta show us you tough 

Real niggas knowin' what's up 

No matter how real you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff 

We not in the mood for any shoutin' 

Cause you gon' look as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room 

Remember you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin' 

At least we thought 

And then one ring showed he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it 

Nigga it's over wit' 

Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit 

Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my condolenses