Bigg K vs. Ah Di Boom
[Round 1: Bigg K]
David Green...free at last
What? You was locked up five years? I should beat yo' ass
I don't give a fuck about jail, I know he's sellin' dreams
You only did five, your co-d got 17
I know what that mean, it's stated so specific
I've been back and forth so many times I got motion sickness
This ain't no fuckin' welcome home, I'ma expose ya business
And make it well known how you snitched on ya co-defendants
The fake ain't rockin' anymore, I'm gettin' so explicit
Karma knockin' at ya door like Jehovah's Witness
I'm not sayin' it's the truth, I know you did it
Would you like to see the proof? I can go and get it

{Bigg K gets the paperwork}
All that dick eatin' y'all bе doin' every fuckin' battle. That gangsta shit. I'm sick of that shit. Evеry FUCKING battle. Every FUCKING battle y'all talkin' this gangsta shit. Look. Look. Look. Look. Look. Look. Look. Let's go. Look. Look. Look. See...look, look, look, look

Curious about ya case I had my lawyer look it up
Found out you was a snake and ya boy is shook as fuck
Before y'all say I made this up or claim it's just an imitation
Realize that court records in this nation...all public information
You can find this on westlaw.com and justia.com, dude dirty
Type in "David Green" "2011" "Millville, New Jersey"
Now for those in attendance, as I proceed to rap a round
I want everybody to have a copy, so take one and pass it down
Can we do that?
{Bigg K starts passing the documents to people in the crowd}

Now what everybody in here has their fingertips on
Is the motion to appeal from the G he snitched on
It's a bit long to read that thing through and time's of the essence
So let's say you go to page 2 and read this highlighted section
Hold on, I'ma tell y'all what it say
It say "Kidd and Green both provided statements to investigators
Green said he used a fake Jamaican accent during the robbery to disguise his identity
He also said the defendant fired the gun in the house."
At the very least you need to get punched in yo' mouth
You'se a motherfuckin' rat, exactly what the word mean
Your man got 17, the other got 13
But y'all think he hard cause he be rappin' like he hurt things
He walked the PC yard and was the captain of the Twerk Team
I said, Snitch Boy, the word "loyal" never displayed
Betrayed your brother when it's turmoil, devilish ways
Snitch Boy, been stressin' every day
You came home in ya 20's with a head full of grey
Snitch Boy, ready to turn that any moment
Surf let you hear a round you told the world that you wrote it
Snitch Boy, but New Jersey a snitch haven
Only thing you ever wrote for Surf was his statement
Snitch Boy, this lil' pussy a disgrace
How you walk outta bookings with some cookies and a cake?
Snitch Boy, I outta mush you in the face
You lookin' like you wanna fight, bitch you should've fought the case
Snitch Boy, I would've brought a 100 rounds through
Nah, I'm lyin', I'd never bring a gun around you
If y'all came to see a snitch rap, then you a fuckin' clown too
If y'all came for The Getback, it's a lot more comin' round 2
Now go 'head spit all that fake ass gangsta shit you 'bout to say

[Round 1: Ah Di Boom]
Alright Bigg K...that was all first
You tried it dawg, word
I'm glad y'all got to read that shit he just created on Microsoft Word
I said, I was gone for five, still doin' crime
Came back to clock a nigga
Stop, watch
I'ma wind up still doin' time
R.B.E. I'm Kong
The King is fuckin' back
This battle don't yell "time", Lord knows I had enough of that
ATL what's the deal?
I came home on parole but grab the weapon still (steel)
I got cheat cards, and you? Ain't gon' pull Ah Di's (pilates)
My nigga, I did a stretch for real
I said I aim to kill
Motherfucker I seen death smile
Screw on the silencer, the whistle will make a sound like a the intro on The X-Files
Whatchu did? 36 months in the box? Who really tellin'?
Yeah the crackers made me do the whole 50
They put me behind them bars, I just brung them bitches home wit' me
I flew all the way to Atlanta to prove that motherfucka you is not that nice
I'm not a fan of Smith, hammers grip
My fans will blow ya shit back on stage on some Dirty Diana shit
Nigga K, on the Periodic Table, it means "potassium"
But he ain't know it's a lot in the banana clip
They said you was on the slope so I'm slidin' wit' the sticks
Big ratchet, miscarriage, you dyin' in this bitch
You might as well say you dead if my eyes get to twitch
I got the call at 4:00 o'clock, you was pronounced dead at 4:01K, you gon' retire after this
Whatchu gon' tell us?
How you upstate negotiating wit' them coke shoppers?
You lied scrub
I know real iPhone chargers: white plugs
Bitch I'm different, cause the motive is to stay focused and pay attention
And last time I took my hand off the pen, they threw me in it
Boy them boys took the stand but shit, I ain't forget the rules
They was offerin' me 20, boy I was dancin' for six; Victor Cruz
I took mine like a G even though that I had shit to lose
Thank God that it was robbery
Boy I could've been facin' murder (Murda), what it diddiddo?
The clip'll shoot, in his roof
Beyonce, Jigga boo (jiggaboo)
Long chop, and bitch I pull it from the back like a wisdom tooth
I'm in the mood, but give me a few, I gotta spit wit' Tsu
Aye Surf, keep my fuckin' name off Live boy I ain't here to play witchu
I'll expose ya faggot ass
Go holler at a match maker and get a date for you
I'm capable
Save yourself the embarrassment, that's the way to do
Talkin' all them Verbs 'bout backin' out that Iron
Wait, "Verb", "backing out", "Iron"
I'm A.R.P., don't make me sue (Tsu)
But Lil' K, let me speak to you
Remember when you battled Verb in Dallas, oh you was litty
Then you told the Mexicans in the crowd "Shut the fuck up"
Then they yelled back, "See me after the event"
Tell the people what you did
I was there, the whole event
Oh but this nigga still backstage long as shit
It's crazy how we in tax season nigga
You'se a bitch and you was supposed to get it in wit' John John but you ain't scrap wit' son
Air Jordans, you just the first nigga to jump off at the tongue
Okay, Nor-K
You got me in my bag, now look me in my eyes, bitch I don't play
Long K, all range
Semi screen, broad day
'Billie Jean', boy I will light up ya walkway
South Jersey
Round nigga
[Round 2: Bigg K]
{Sniffs}
It stink like snitch in here
All I'm smellin' is fear
You a cancer to your faction, we could never be peers
All that cappin' in ya rappin', pick a better career
Work at the bank in Manhattan, you've been a teller for years
Dude weird
I hope ya grill gets pushed
I hope y'all cancel all his battles and steal his looks
Don't celebrate the snakes that help the real get took
But battle raps so fake you gon' still get booked
This bitch shook
I empty a clip and did him dirty
Bullet in his mouth, silver kisses in a Hersey
You slide through at night, I'ma a hit him wit' a 30
Have his car lookin' like it was it was in a demolition derby
You heard me
Catch a few to ya chin
I rock shit, you drop stiff, I still boot him again
That's for tellin' on ya dawg when he needed you to pull through at the end
I can't imagine what you do to an op, I see what you do to ya friends
Fuckin' coward
You was never fan fav'
What I do to a fraud? Stick his head in fan blades
Tell you to shoot for the stars then show you Hell is man made
Chop up ya moms, put ya dukes in the jar like I'm sellin' Mayonaise
The can' raise, I swing around like a back brace
New gun, .50 Cal' wit' a Black Face
You said you was working out when you was locked up
(You a liar bro, you lie about everything)
That left my mouth with a bad taste
Only excercise you should've been allowed was the rat race
Yo' fag face wasn't livin' that level 4 life
You was in the cell wit' a punk and y'all was pissin' havin' sword fights
If you would've been in with The Dawg, you would abort life
Lit up, soon as you hit the yard, like a porch light
We war tight
I went an got the ox though, get ya chest poked out like Johnny Bravo
You ain't no cop David Green; Ah Di Brasco
I had the hood on ya neck and you not a vato
So before you kick that gangsta shit, make me believe you gangsta first
I don't even need to waste a verse
I can just read yo' paperwork
Wit' yo' lil' snitchin' ass

[Round 2: Ah Di Boom]
Okay...OJ
See this the round where I'ma get off and murder this bitch
We all fans of your first rounds, it's just ya seconds what ya irking us with
Lately, ya career like that movie Hustle & Flow that's how I interpreter ya shit
You're like DJ, that Ludacris made ya character skinny
Then you started droppin' mixtape verses and (in) shit
It's curtains for Ken'
I snuck the tool in
And you can run all you want Lil' K, I still gotcha back, I'ma true friend
I like what you be doin', but let that energy get out of hand
Whoo, and what how I do Ken (Hadouken)
Boy, everybody neglect you bein' black
But today, you got the Black Card; Unlimited
You that nigga
A black...nigga
Oh you 'bout to get treat like one
How they was cagin' me, slavery, oh you about to get beat like one
All madness, come here bwoy, I'm dah masta
Think ratchet bitch, cause you gettin' extensions, whips and long lashes
K, why the fuck you wanna be us?
We need reasons Ken
This black air is smoke, you not supposed to breathe it in
We all humans, but real shit, the first thing the cops see is skin
You go on a date witcha bitch, they gon' see Emily and Ken
Nigga, I go on a date wit' my bitch, they gon' see Queen & Slim
This itch a racist
And yeah I caught you goin' overboard like immigration
Youtube Pat Stay vs. Bigg K
And at 29 minutes, 34 seconds, he says, "Y'all niggas crazy"
You say, "nigga" now?
Well say it again
Nigga now!
That's what I thought, PUSSY
Nigga cut the act
Last white rapper that said "nigga" in a battle got snuffed for that
Talk ya hot shit, I brung the baby, that's what I bop with
Glock clip, that shit longer than ya Twitter block list
Yo, I'ma get you slumped
You racist fuck, I say what I want when I want
I know you like the instrument bugle, cause it's a mini Trump
Fuck it, click and bust
It's gon' be tragic this evenin'
Shoot up ya funeral, now ya pastor need Jesus
It's flowers by ya head in the casket you sleepin'
Roses and tulips (two lips) on the side of ya face like Italian's greetin'
Bitch I'll flame the Nina
Let me show him this .9 progress; parent/teacher
O-Red? Ducked me
You? The first responder, we relate to FEMA
12 gauge {ch-ch} Lil' K I aim to please ya
And the bucks gon' be hangin' from the nose like angry beavers
Nigga, what you preachin'?
How I used to be reachin'?
Look at him, he like, "Oh hell yes."
Just don't know that I fell back from them Giants reaches like Odell catch
What is we talkin' about?!
This shit? It'll go off in ya scalp
Ya girl gon' have to call ya job so you won't lose it
But I beat her too it
Cause I was the one that was callin' you out
12 gauge, on his porch with a crouch
Click it twice, Mischief Night
I'm leaving ya tissue all over the house
I'm killin' somethin', you wanted this problem, I'm givin' youngin'
Fuck you, ARP should get confronted
Nah, I should only ask why to K (Y2K), he knew the end was comin'
South Jersey

Tell us some more fake shit puss' monkey. And we get busy nigga. Real nigga, nigga. Don't ever disrespect me bruh. Real nigga, nigga. I get busy nigga

[Round 3: Bigg K]
I said Snitch Boy think he major cause he got a few strikes
You want me to think you gangsta Ah Di...do life
(For real. Please. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck outta here.)
Glock with the double drum
You pop I shoot twice, you softer than bubble gum
But that does not give this Fruit Stripes
I'm too nice
You know how many shifts I had when shit got bad?
Over the stove 'til the brick got bagged
Sellin' 50's as a Young Buck, pushin' tip top slab
Gettin' busy wit' that uncut, ain't nothin' like money in a Ziploc bag
I been popped tags
How could you ever hate on me?
First stack you ever grabbed came from ARP
You battle rappers never trappin' like you say y'all be
So if you ever pumpin' gas you puttin' $8 on 3
Not me
Somebody gettin' popped they played me
Have ya moms in the street like, "They shot my baby."
You weren't in the pen makin' noise, do NOT play crazy
This clown was fuckin' boys like John Wayne Gacy
Fugazi, life of a lizard, stop snatchin'
I'll put a knife in ya gizzard and start stabbin'
You aren't a big dog pickin' fights in the kennel, stop cappin'
Yo' celly was hittin' Boom right up the middle; John Madden
I'm clappin'
.40 wit' the obtuse handle
Aired out from two feet like ya pop's new sandals
Lift you off ya shoes through the top roof panel
I'll put this pussy in the air like a Badu candle
I said, scandal
Sir Snitch-A-Lot kickin' soldier raps
I'm 'bout to ship a 50 spot of that potent pack
I slide through, 50 shot with the shoulder strap
Pick an op, I'll bend ya block like culdesac
You a rat, that's a fact
Now what I thought it might've been
And you'll eat the whole house if you start to invite him in
Eat shit nerd
Fuck who thought you mighta win
Another 30 sack of work
The dawg strikes again

Wit' yo' lil' snitchin' ass
Go 'head

[Round 3: Ah Di Boom]
Look, I said, I was gone for 55 months
And a nigga ain't cry once
But inside a nigga died many times
Alone in my cell, just knowin' I'm goin' home
Just not knowin' if I could get a job
See, it's crazy how ya demise happen to find you
And it's amazin', how you trapped in the place
Where you totally blind to
I've been locked up for so long bruh, I learned the blueprint
But this is how it designs you
It's fucked up that red, white and blue stands for freedom, until it's flashin' behind you
It be year after year, cops wreckin' my cell
Checkin' my mail
Came home and everybody expects you to fail
Look at the scales
I went from 106 & Park...battle rap main stage...straight to jail
Which made me Undertaker cause the main even in my life has been Hell in a cell
Bruh I swear to God, I was so close to death I could look up and see myself like a sky mirror
Years ago, I was in the passenger seat, gettin' drove to my court date, watchin' my mother cry tears
And the only thing I could've did 'bout that...was five years
See my nigga, maintain to hold me up
But it was some nights where I was deemed low
For letter, I took a big loss
Sim card, I was stuck in the back of that cell
Couldn't get out of (Otter) box
But every night at 5:00 o'clock they turn the brightness on that screen low
I had words of encouragement from loved ones
But some nights, what did it mean though?
You know love don't cost a thing when canteen low
Bruh, when I was battle rappin' with them faggot niggas, I was in them streets
Some ops was tryin' to crush my melon
I had dump off weapons
But that period was in the wrong place in my life
And it eventually gave me a run on sentence
Bruh, my bid was hell, I got a lot to say about it
I was in that patty wagon, hoppin', ankles linked, to other niggas
I couldn't Kid and (N) Play about it
That's why when I see certain shit in the game I feel a way about it
Like him versus O-Red
You made him cut his round short
You started presenting fake violence
He started screamin', "I only got four bars left"
You all in bro face wildin'
Stressin' behind four bars, nigga I was stressin' behind 4,000
I was really solitary confinement, for weeks, these niggas act like they was there
Fuckin' wannabees
I seen a nigga 23, come back for his third strike
They gave that lil' nigga a 100 piece
In the [?] yard, talkin' to a dead nigga right in front of me
On his third strike, it's crazy the way death come in threes
Oh no that can't be me
Bitch, I'm on my grind
Gotta get on my bike again
Lookin' in these snake eyes, gotta roll the dice again
Every night my hands together, prayin' to Christ again
I rap jail cause any day that could be my life again
Nigga, years passed and I'm still mentioned cause I'm the discussion
Y'all think I did 55 months just to be rhymin' with cousin?
I told ARP I appreciate that Boom box, it got me through some hard times in the dungeon
Got me feelin' like a dollar and twenty cent
Cause a nigga like me, come a dime in a dozen
Boy, that judge told me, "You Got Served"
When a Lil' Saint was only tryin' to slide ahead
Simba had a song called, 'I Can't Wait To Be King'
See subconsciously, he even wanted Mufasa dead
Boy it's the energy and I don't deal with the jealousy
Even when the whole world was against the G
I came home with felonies, bitch I found the remedy
That's to build a better me
And just know, only legends leave legacies
But just know, I had to play it dumb
Cause these niggas make up fake paperwork, they do not know what they've become
And remember, it will only be king conversation because I made it one
South Jersey