T-Top vs. Mike P
(*T-Top starts his first round before Tay Roc can flip the coin*)

[Round 1: T-Top]
Carolina, what up!?
Man, when I heard it was a card in Raleigh, I made it here wit' a urgency
And I chose to battle the Pulice (police), 'cause Derek Chauvin only got third-degree
Now my last opponent rapped like T.I.P, and I left a murder scene
So how I go from tellin' Swamp, "You T.I." (UTI) just to end up burnin' P (pee)?
I'm past that!
'Cause I don't need no criticism on my last match
This card is called Civil War - that's when the slaves got freed and put on the fast track
And that makes sense, 'cause now we got the White Man givin' me backlash
But I'mma ask Smack
Bro, why would you bring thе cops into the state that I live?
Ralеigh like my backyard, this where I'm raisin' my kids
I told 'em "Gimme 20 for the homie" like I'm takin' a bid
'Cause this ain't the first time Pulice (police) raided my crib!
OK, now T is wildin'
They ask me what I'm gon' do wit' his soul
I said "The Reaper got him."
'Cause he was on that rah-rah shit, and now he at his funeral in peace and quiet
The pastor readin' from the Book of Psalms...and P is silent
I give a fuck if you from New York, nigga!
You ain't even got no status there
You're more like average there
So when P see (PC) a MAC (Mac), won't nobody from the Apple care (AppleCare)
And I ain't never had trouble shootin'!
Dump the Ruger, and leave a white bitch next to the judge like Punky Brewster!
Bitch! Bitch!
Bro, we only know you for playin' video games, Mikey
I'm on some street shit
I done caused my mother so much pain, she was 'bout to go off the deep end
No PS5s, she got a pastor to pray for me
But that's when I turned into a demon
And I'll unplug Pulice station to show him what that priest said (precinct)
We was heathens!
Slangin'! Bangin'! Tryna figure out which way to move
You was streamin'! Playin'!
Tryna figure out which game to choose
I was solo, Career Mode
I ain't never need a Player 2
The only time they offered us a deal wit' Caffeine was in the interrogation room
And I ain't take it, dude
But that's why I say this is like college prep vers' the project steps
'Cause I'm from where the projects at
He had Le Cordon Bleu, I grew up with narcotic chefs
I mean, they might not did a Harvard stretch
But in four years, they made a living off some hard to stretch
And it was already a half on a ounce so it was kinda hard to stretch!
Bro, I'm in his yard wit' TECs
Nah, fuck that, we all in his house
Make his bitch open wide or her skull in the couch
I got a .44 Bully, and this time, they all comin' out
Don't act like this ain't somethin' white people do
(*chk-chk*) Kiss the dog in the mouth!
Bitch!
This Carolina, the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I gotta keep a weapon on my hip
And if I come to P valley (P-Valley), I'm makin' everybody strip!
Don't test me, Mike
'Cause then I'mma have to show you, dawg
You'll be in WakeMed Hospital, eatin' Nature Valley produce bars
Watchin' TV wit' the audio on the remote
He waitin' on his favorite shows to start
Mike (mic) hooked up to cords: this can't go too far!
Look, Mikey, I had it!
Stop your hypin' and cappin'
Everything you writin' is average
You a ex-pillhead who's one day away from a Vicodin tablet
That's why I didn't wanna write for this battle
I had to see where yo' mind was right
I told Smack, "When the time is right, I'll tell Italian Mike scooped like Italian ice."
They'll see his noodles hangin', sauce drippin'
He'll get everything Italians like
And you be wildin', Mike
'Cause whenever Smack don't put you on the big stage, you be actin' like it's so tragic
So you cry and campaign about it 'til they let you have it
See, your career is like Space Jam 'cause Mike was on his last stretch to the basket
And then he ran into Th3 Saga, and we saw Lebron (LeBron) mess up a classic
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"
That's somethin' the people gotta say, dawg
It take hard work, dedication
You can't never take no days off
See, battle rap is like a car dealership in a way, dawg
'Cause they only give you that title after your drive is paid off
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"!
Nigga, we can't even say you gettin' hot
The world comin' at Bizzy until I get crazy wit' a Glock
It's like that milk crate shit niggas be playin' on the block
Yeah, 'cause everybody step up to the challenge, but they all get shaky at the Top!
I got a Glock - I can't handle all these grips I keep grippin'!
I need a job - I'm tired of all these licks I keep hittin'!
Extendo - he can't handle all these clips I keep spittin'!
Give him 33 'cause Mike wasn't SHIT without Pippen!
Bitch!
Concrete, nigga
[Round 1: Mike P]
Bro...am I stupid or what?
I mean, for this crowd, seein' T-Top, I'd say they hype
You from Carolina, but I still told URL "Name they price"
This the first big crowd since the pandemic, and Smack made sure the payday nice
Y'all wanna know what can beat a hometown T-Top?
Main Stage Mike
I'm fucking HYPE!
'Cause I'm questionin' your contributin' to this state's run
Swamp beef!? You fucked over R Streetz like a lame, bruh!
You been at the bottom, bro
Ain't Petey Pablo to your state, son
And since this one's for North Carolina, C'MON AND RAISE UP!
SAY WHAT!?
Sleep wit' the fishes, that Luca Brasi
I'm outside your crib, bufferin': that circle constant
Two options: choked or stole - that Surf and John shit
White boy, got the extens- that Luka Dončić!
Don't you drug! Talk! Me, Top!
I sold eighths, player
Zips and quads, pounds and down
I knew no naysayers
At the Chinese spot
Beef and chicken, where blocks controlled they paper
I was makin' moves over Kobe and Pao (Pau) like the '08 Lakers!
Fuck a favor!
I bet this razor alter Top
Or I'll put a Hawk to Top!
Shit, I'll put 'em all to Top!
Even your BITCH catch a stray!
Bruh, they all get shot
So if you don't want two straps over your missus, HALT HER (halter), TOP!
He gettin' got!
Drown Top 'til his teeth rust where the grill at!
I brought a Ice right in the building, I'm tryna kill cats
I'm in the venue, takin' picks (pics) with everyone: I'm Lil Slap!
Past and present NWX, I've done you all bad
Pick 'em out, one by one, I've had 'em all bagged
I'll run up on that army you got and bury dog tags
Soon as the camera on, Blac(k) out, like "Share the broadcast!"
Y'all gassed, and I'm passionate
Killin' anybody I rap against
My stats is lit
Win or not, I go crazy - that's fuckin' facts and shit
I don't wanna beat yo' ass bad that you don't wanna rap again
I wanna beat yo' ass so bad Brizz gon' wanna exact revenge
Aw, I feel unmasked again
The movements! Ryu shit!
Shoryuken!
The right up, left down, remove shit!
But new shit, wit' two fists, 'cause I'm a soul-taker!
A two-hit! Hadouken! To a COLLARBONE-BREAKER!
See you later!
Hold on, hold on
Guess you don't know a collarbone-breaker

I said, see you later!
As of late, ya angles don't really seem hot
You called it hate, but there's a reason people think you didn't initially beat Swamp
You was all over the place
All those stories was just some cheap plots
Ya angles went from hot shit to gossip - stop the tea, Top!
KING!
Just keep comin' wit' that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leadin' to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
Time

[Round 2: T-Top]
Yo...
To tell the truth, I didn't wanna do this battle
I mean, I don't think Mike deserve it
I know the fans might say Mikey earned it 'cause Mike been workin'
But that's a slight diversion
'Cause you made a statement in yo' last battle that was quite disturbin'
You told Lu Castro you turned two ounces into four
Damn...when did Mike get urban?
All of a sudden, he in the field catchin' plays like Michael Irvin
But who is Michael servin'?
See, this is where the fraud stops
Bro, I could tell you never saw rocks
All your trap stories fake, Pulice (police), and I made 'em all (mall) cop
So dawg, stop
We coulda did this on any league, nigga
I only showed up for the cash flow
I'm talkin' Bullpen, The Riot
Just be lucky you made the SMACK Show
We coulda did this on Dre Dennis league
I woulda still whipped yo' ass, bro
And had Mike (mic) at the Gates like, "Please enter your passcode."
Relax though!
'Cause on August 6th, you made a tweet sayin'-
He made a tweet sayin':
"White boy from the burbs who y'all didn't accept and still don't"
That was an ill quote
'Cause in so little words, you let us know how you feel, bro
I mean, you separated yourself from Black culture
And to tell the truth, I kinda felt the man
Just don't say I'm playin' the race card when you dealt the hand!
I ain't wanna believe it, Mikey!
I mean, you my fuckin' dawg
But you said shit like "them", "they", "those peop-"
That sent me through a fuckin' wall
It's like you openly racist now!
Oh, you done grew some fuckin' balls
Well, the only question we got for you is:
Nigga, who the fuck is "y'all"?
He said, "Naw, I only made that tweet for the controversy"
I'm like, "Damn, son promo"
"I show respect to Mexicans because my man's a cholo
I acknowledge Whites, Asians, Indians, all of my fans in SoHo"
But you couldn't even put a face on Blacks like the AND1 logo!
So let's ask him!
WHO! THE FUCK! IS "Y'ALL"!?
Bro, I swear this undercover racist shit gotta stop
I searched your name online when I was diggin' your plot
And all I seen was Black bloggers givin' you props
Black battle rapper after Black battle rapper givin' you shots
So let's ask him:
WHO! THE FUCK! IS "Y'ALL"!?
'Cause Black culture gave you yo' name!
Black culture gave you a life!
Black culture gave you yo' fame!
Black culture gave you yo' WIFE!
BITCH!
SO LET'S ASK HIM!
WHO! THE FUCK! IS "Y'ALL"!?
'Cause that tweet wouldn't have made sense for the KOTD fans
Y'all need to stay alert
He say "y'all" instead of "niggas"
But I'm guessin' in some way it worked
I've been readin' that tweet all month, and today you murked
'Cause it's been up for the last 30 days like a Jada verse!
I'll LAY HIM FIRST!
He won't GET to reach them mothafucka!
Say "Bye", Italy!
I hate you spaghetti-eatin' mothafucka!
So who is "y'all"!?
"Y'all" is the ones who pull us over for no reason and stalk us in the street
"Y'all" is the ones who give us five shots while our daughter in the seat
"Y'all" is the ones who gun us down like we targets wit' the heat
[Anderson Burrus]
And sometimes, you gotta let your white friend talk to the Pulice (police)!

(*The crowd of 700 people in the venue explodes in reaction to that bar, causing a Summer Impact-like commotion as T-Top and Anderson dap up audience members and everyone onstage*)

WHAT!?
WHAT!?

[T-Top]
You know how we do...
You feel me, bro?
You feel me, bro?
Do you feel me, bro!?

[Anderson Burrus]
THIS IS RALEIGH!
THIS IS OUR CITY!

(*The crowd reacts for another 20 seconds as T-Top and Anderson get their round back on track*)

[T-Top]
Talk yo' shit...

[Anderson Burrus]
Hold up!

(*Some members of the audience start cheering and shouting Anderson's name*)

This is Raleigh
You know I come for a fight!
You better run for your life!
Smack's ring card girls: you ain't gonna do NOTHIN' ALL NIGHT!

(*The crowd gets reactivated again after that bar*)

You are not. Top. Tier!
Hold it down

[Smack White]
Hold it down!
Let me see this white-on-white crime!

[Anderson Burrus]
Let's go!

(*T-Top and Anderson run the last few bars back*)

[T-Top]
Aye...
So who is "y'all"!?
"Y'all" is the ones who pull us over for no reason and stalk us in the street
"Y'all" is the ones who give us five shots while our daughter in the seat
"Y'all" is the ones who gun us down like we targets wit' the heat

[Anderson Burrus]
And sometimes, you gotta let your white friends talk to the Pulice (police)
Michael!
You are not top-tier - you are just Mike P
You are an insecure white boy...JUST LIKE ME!

LET'S GO!

You are an insecure white boy...just like me
You don't pose no danger
You are NOT no gangster!
We saw that cop standing outside, and we BOTH felt safer!
Homie, WHAT!?
Yo, get him, Top!

[T-Top]
Speakin' of that police at the door, you can tell your cop buddies I accept the mission
And I'm still screamin', "Fuck the police (Pulice)" with every breath I'm givin'
'Cause we done seen every business shut down in the pandemic except the prison!
And y'all excessin' in it!
That's why I gotta tell my niggas "Chill" when they TECs is spittin'
'Cause if y'all ain't gon' point 'em at the cops, then really it ain't no sense in grippin'
It's like a Ninte-
FACTS!
It's like a Nintendo 64 when it gets to skippin'
'Cause everybody wanna blow a cartridge, but nobody wanna check the system!
And I'mma check this nigga!
Aye, Mike...so you can tell them niggas you ain't racist
I don't give a damn
I went to your crib
He had "K-K-K" up on the ceiling fan
I was just lucky his moms ain't lynch me
I felt my spirit dance
'Cause she said, "Touch P and see (PNC) how you'll make it to the nearest branch."
But let me find out where Ashley banks
Huh - I'mma catch her and her family and bust the steel
Now I know y'all expected me to say somethin' with "Uncle Phil"
But I was gon' say, "If she don't wanna take the headshot, her cousin Will!"
BITCH! BITCH!
DON'T FUCK WIT' ME, MIKE!
Concrete, nigga!
Carolina!

[Round 2: Mike P]
I say yo! (Yooo!)
I been confident from the jump
Since my inception, it made the rook empowered
Classics, vets that were solid
Shiit, even booked wit' cowards
Now you gotta become a pack
I mean, some kush or sour
But we ain't at the Haymaker offices, bro
This is a different type of you pushin' flowers
Gravesites!
It don't take much to see that P nice
I came through with theatrics as what seemed to be hype
I inspired the rapper's rapper, showed 'em how the elites write
I'M the reason this house kept its flow intact like PVC pipes!

(*The crowd starts buzzing with cheers of support like "Let's go, Mike" and "Keep goin'!"*)

Take yo' LIFE out the scene!
BaldHead or...fuck it, one punch, man (One Punch Man)
'Cause that means on site, I'mma (Saitama) swing!
I'mma bag Top!
Pull up on him and let a mag' pop!
Let two off! Take his roof off: rag Top!
Fuck this Top abomination
Shot at Top to bake him
Rocket launcher break him
'Nade him, shot give Top abrasions
Get beat down!
Piece (Peace) out: the As-salamu alaykum
One-two, three-six: the locker combination
FUCK patience!
One look at you, I know you not hard
Your lyrics say you shot dawgs
Your image say Pop-Tarts
Get beat down wit' a Louisville, I'mma mop jaws
I'm in a baseball stance just waitin' to pull Top's (Topps) cards!
You not God...
Still ain't winnin' this round, but you not God!

[T-Top]
(*jokingly*) You're stupid
I hate you

[Mike P]
I hate you, bro
You know there's white people in battle rap, too

[T-Top]
(*smiles and chuckles*)

[Mike P]
I said, you not God!
You might trick your hometown, but I keep it real
You still sellin' white? Well, I'mma come through, greet, then chill
Knock him out, rob him for his coke while he leakin' still
This ain't no sketch comedy, pussy
I'll grab the ki' and peel (Key & Peele)
Tire burnin'!
Put a hit out, this shit a minor purchase
Celebrate?
Michael tryna fuck the party up like Higher Learning
I have learned that nothin' matters when you sketch for bouts
They gon' bitch regardless
I just pull up, get my check, and bounce
So if you think you teachin' me, spare me the lesson
Top's career topped years ago, carry the message
L after L, yet call yourself this area's legend
10-plus years in the game, and you at a point where you barely respected
So Top...time

[Round 3: T-Top]
I said yo...
URL, this my closing verse
Like fuck the casket, throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse
Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work
(Now let me put it in!)
They say I'm the Angle God
I say, if that's my lane, I got it
And any angle I took never been fake, I promise
See, I showed niggas like you how to stay on subject without changin' topics
Addin' substance to your rounds without just flippin' names and holl'in'
See, one time in Raleigh, I made a nigga leave the stage while cryin'
Facts
See, one time in-
Streetz, definitely
See, one time in Raleigh, I made a nigga leave the stage while cryin'
So what y'all call "angles" I call pain and violence
It's like checkin' a $100 bill when these lames be rhymin'
'Cause when it gets brought to the light, they'll see who's the real face behind it
I sold snow in the summertime
I damn near had to change the climate
I was plate-supplyin'
Everything from a eighth of chronic to base, I got it
Most my plays in the country, but I still made my way through Raleigh
Bitch!
Yeah, niggas exposed our bitches...stop complainin' 'bout it
Whatever they did they did, and you can't do a thing about it
See, the Culture have you thinkin' that the problem is her
So you disappear from battle rap so you could bottle your nerves
You even stopped takin' my call
Now that was kinda absurd
'Cause you unfollowed all of us, and we were still followin' her

What you doin', bro?

And the sad part is
Every time somebody mention yo' girl, you get so violent
We was tryna look out for you like, "Bro wildin'."
'Cause didn't she used to be Yak Girl?
Heh, no comment...
Nah, I'm bullshittin', Mikey
You know these is all jokes, bro
But you took her to the family dinner, the restaurants
Man, it was no hope
They told him it was "at the table or on the menu" and he chose both
Man, that's so dope
But now it's like she on a whole 'nother caliber
She made a transition in life and ya dawg proud of her
Fuck what the people gon' say, Mike - they all follow us
They just wanna look at her past (pass) like hall monitors
And I ain't gonna-

[Mike P]
Facts
Talk!

[T-Top]
And I ain't here to down yo' chick, bro
I'm just sayin' you got played in a scandal
I love you, Mikey
Just disappointed in the way it was handled
You damn near stopped her from havin' y'all child, 'cause you felt like you were takin' a gamble
Well, I'm from Carolina
It woulda hurt to see the baby (DaBaby) get canceled
So scramble
'Cause I wouldn't even pass the blunt to ya
I'll flash a gun at ya
Let's see how fast you move when a mag' in front of ya
Run in your bitch bedroom and blast her comforter
Yeah, we move in and leave stains on Ashley Furniture!
BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!
And speakin' of yo' girl, she done did a lot of crimes that's connected
I mean, she sniffed out Drugz (drugs), then switched to his boy
I ain't tryna drop no dimes in the message
But you the police, right? You were supposed to take her down in a second
'Cause that was Yak ('gnac) Girl on Ryda?
Shit, sound like DUI and possession!
BITCH!
I'm wild and I'm reckless
I don't care if his daughter or his son in his home
I'll put one in his dome
Right in front of his bitch face I'll start bustin' the chrome
She over the body like "P! P! P!"
Shit sound like a government loan
The sound was stuck in my dome
I'm just confused on who you ridin' for
'Cause if it's bros over hoes, why the fuck was you mad at Ryda for?
You was ready to crash out over a bitch
Well, what the fuck y'all got him drivin' for?
I'll walk down and put one in the head like, "What the fuck I need a driver for?"
Bitch!
And imagine if you'd-a joined Cave Gang when Ryda was in
I don't even think his stock would exist
Now this ain't got nothin' to do with how she got wit' your chick
I'm just sayin' at the time Tay-Tay was on top of his shit
Kidney stones: it woulda been hard to push P (pee) wit' Roc(k) in the mix!
So stop it, you bitch
'Cause you the only Italian I know wit' no mob ties
Your clique look like some mob wives
Y'all better learn to deal wit' Michael or (Oher) get hit from The Blind Side!
And one more thing about your girl...
I swear I ain't tryna start the bitch
But how you go from a white girl to a Native American?
You supposed to end with who you started wit'
Then you made her the mother of your child
That's some retarded shit
It's like you played baseball for Cleveland: you turned a Indian into a Guardian
I start dumpin' at his men
He a beast on stage, but he a punk at the event
URL said "Fuck you", you gets nothin' after this
Just tell 'em the Bear killed him...(A huntin' accident!)

[Round 3: Mike P]
Ashley angles...dawg, what the fuck's up wit' this world?
Y'all just know that before this battle was booked, he DM'd me and begged me not to talk about his girl
But best angler in the game, aye, shall he remind you?
Main stage beast, but the rooftop in Cali was fine, too
Tonight, it's not gon' matter that you got Raleigh behind you
When every doctor in Carolina gon' have to rally behind you
I will hurt him!
Knife money back, no reimbursements!
Kick it out! Let T drop!
Six feet tops in the dirt bed!
Hands around his NECK on some soul leavin' the Earth shit!
I'm talkin' Nas, Foxy Brown, Cormega
THE FIRM GRIP!
WORDSMITH!
Could give a fuck if you get best reception!
You hated on like I'm hated on, while the rest get accepted
But why you care though?
'Cause dyin' for respect's an expensive lesson
Shit ain't a game
If you wanna avoid seeing Red, Dead Redemption!
Fuck a mention!
You ain't gon' beat me wit' angles or how your semi scorchin'
I'm a grown man
Scars in my life, I left plenty open
No time to heal, I had drugs and pills affectin' many organs
And I still ain't put a face to that monster like Demigorgons!
Plenty offerin's
He my dude, but bro get a box
You ain't gon' shoot shit
If your cap burst, your soda was dropped
Annihilate, the .45 load and get shot
It's Smiley/Drake: the .45 Over The Top!
I set him up like, "Yo, pick a restaurant with expensive plates, and
We gon' take our girls out
You know, enjoy ourselves
Let's set the date", and
I see him walkin' in, grip through the window, dead hesitation
Out the Cherokee
You shoulda never made that reservation!
My hands work like blue-collars
Fuckin' wit' me, it gets risky
You shaped like a Pokémon
No chance he (Chansey) really gets busy!
Get your nose broke, Slowpoke
I'll split your shit silly
I'm a star (Omastar) that'll put five on your bridge like Cerulean City!
You fat mess!
I'll find your address and we on standby
Drag your bitch-ass out the house, and we lettin' hands fly
One move and I'm jumpin'
Arm strong (Armstrong) to this damn guy
Land on the moon: it's one giant leap for mankind!
Damn, guy!
I say yo...
Real shit, man-to-man: gain shape and get smart
The grind is real, but time is real, dawg
Don't waste it, then part
Take this statement and start:
You gotta find a balance between a marijuana strain and the strain on your heart!
I mean, I'm happy about your success in rhymin'
Your business ventures thrivin'
I been...tryna find a way to display this message
You blessed, but I can
See you been the best in climbin'
Financial ranks wit' expensive diamonds
But what material shit you flex providin' if every day yo' health's declinin'?
Top, for real...it's crazy how you ignore yo' health
You big as ever too
I'm like, "Damn! He ignore yo' self"
I saw you on the beach with a shirt on
I know you ignore yourself
I was thinkin', "Yeah, you in Aruba, but you don't really enjoy yourself."
Time, man