 What up man, it's your boy Chilla Jones, top of the city music, Boston, stand the fuck up. We out here at Sirius XM Radio Shade 4-5, just finished off the show off radio show. Promoting this new FantasyBattleRap.com website. We got a launcher man, salute to the big homie Wally. Everybody involved in putting this whole thing together man. Go to www.FantasyBattleRap.com to check out our Indiegogo campaign. Donate, help our campaign, help the BattleRap website grow. This is for y'all man, this is for the BattleRap community, so please and please support us. That's all I got to say man, Chilla Jones son of a... You gon' get your face tin poured, I'm from a jungle. I talk to animals every day like I'm Ace Ventura. You? You? You just keep talking out of your ass. Like Ace Ventura. Yo what's good, don't flop all fucking day, this is Don't Flop USA, Atlanta, Resurrection, this main event, time, make some noise. A couple of co-votes for you, let them know man, let's go. Mr. Yet Get On Show Nils, On Show Nils. ATL in workshop, ATL, what up? Very further dude, Main Adventure, you know the deal, this is a program where I'll make sure you click on the end in the poll and vote for who you think won, this is Main Adventure. Shouts to Don't DMC for taking this bow, let's get into the sun, who's on the right, let's go. To the right, we got a legend in this motherfucker, we got Brooklyn, y'all make some noise for Matt. Represent Boston, Mr. Swing. Massive Shouts to everybody in the A show. Get that fresh gear, certifiedblock40.com. Shouts to Sonny, Shouts to everyone, alright it's main event time, no further, do your math choices, vote first, if I can get quiet in the building, it's round number one on math, let's go. All the way down. Come on, get some, what's next? Y'all ready? Yeah! Chilling Jones. Huh? Shit like name with a pack, yes. Sight. This shit is like a brick of dope versus a black and male, you're rapping style, second round I'm tapping out, your bars respected, but you're the cause of many non-collectics, pause a second. I ain't gonna come for you, but you really booked me to battle T-Top and that was wonderful until a couple dudes from Malin pulled a sucker move and told T-Top if he did it, we ain't gonna fuck with you facts. Fuck you facts. You know what you're busy? Yeah, yeah. Ain't it somebody cheap? That's why I'm stuck with you, last time I had a rightful of Jones, I got uncomfortable, comfortable, my pen and bag whoever you booked, it's like I'm up in school because even back then, I had no respect for a substitute. Yo, your bars don't make you lovable, it's clear you are huggstable, I guess they threw this bitch on the bill. Don't make you lovable, it's clear you are huggstable, I guess they threw this bitch on the bill to get a couple views. I ain't coming to fight, but these punches still gonna be crushing you. Try, not even plies to get this pussy to dub you. The way you jumped in for T-Top, I came front, it kinda took me back to years ago in the fight club. I had a rookie match, I met this chick named Cookie, I said let's boogie. That's when she took me out of the house for when I tried to get mouth, the bitch pushed me back. Then when I was digging that out, I had to stop. I had a bushy snatch, you see how they figure it out. No T-Top, and this pussy's wet. I ain't scrabble, I got that feeling again nigga, but something about that Mary made me right for this Ben Stiller. You ain't bought that life. You ain't been where I've been, chill up. Forget who the F you are, and that's your chin, chill up. By the way, that's a chin, chill up. Cold, this shit is a breeze, I feel a wind, chill up. Ben Stiller, nigga tried to tell me how crazy your pen is. And to me, that shit is crazy, it kinda made me offended. Cause if you wrote this nigga's rhymes on a page or re-read it, it wouldn't make no fucking sense without the way that he stretches. Like when you said, man fuck that, I ain't quoting niggas. Fuck that, I ain't quoting niggas. If stretching is the shit that you like, go do some yoga, nigga. Be real, I be the dopest nigga. Cause I really came from the hood, and we're the dopest nigga. We out in ATL, I ain't towing nigga, but play low-key. Cause my son got the hammer. I'm playing Odin nigga. Counts, I get the steel. It's like I'm sewing niggas. Have Jones insides blew out. Have Jones insides blew out. That's Osmosius nigga. It's been a couple months, but I feel like I ain't going years. I wanna give y'all classics. But it's like all my pins are frozen skin. I did this for my fans. Cause me and Chila, y'all know it's weird. I'm like D-Rose. I shouldn't be playing with these lower tits. That was my final. Powerful road rides. It did this last spring, but you took red and standing, said you ain't have time for it. I mean y'all came to see punch lines, right? Not punches. Punch lines, right? Not punches, not. Still gotta end violently. He'd be like, you don't got bars like that. Guess what? That don't apply to me. So what you trying to be? A battle legend? A trailblazer? Then you gonna win with that real flavor that they'll say? Cause you sell major? Yeah, you probably who they'll favor. But last year, I faced more pins than hellblazers. With the flamers, backwood get burned like outblazers. Then the groves outside of your dome like tailgangers. So he think, y'all don't care if I rip that mic or something, nigga, I live that life. If I get that right, we'll get a street cred. If you can't spit that tight, you're broken open. You got four bars, you the KitKat type. But you gonna tell them I don't lift that pipe. That's how I'm wasting math. You gonna diss the way that I rap. But they embrace it, math. Being street, don't take talent. You gotta face it, math. Plus an addition, your whole division is basic, math. Everything that you say is trash. That's a problem I ever solve. Listen to your rhymes. That's a problem you're ever solved. Try to aerosol. Try to aerosol. That's your mistake. To get that aerosol, we spray like aerosol to the tension in the aerosol. That's one. Ready for war with the tech state keep. If you sneeze or even take the wrong breath, they squeeze. When I can and flash, just say cheese. And Cortez gonna have your face on a shirt by the next day. Steve, but think about those last bars. For trying to test a Jeep, well all you gon' see is math. Well now that say, Tacey. First a bully who's rapping savage with a pen. I got a school to make this match a classic. So I came and created a writing. Plus drastic tactics. You gon' be history. Steppin' in my path was tragic. I catch them by all the G's. Bring his ass to static. But should I hit him with a gym? Or give math a madduce? Even the bars I call average mean. What you think mean? The average. Your ball is drastic mean. I mean in mode. You have to last it seems. Wait, mean? Median? Oh yeah. That's a T. 12 plus one in the head like a arithmetic. Shit, I ain't gonna see this guy. But I can have 3.14. That's easy as fuck. But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these. Boss. That little one. Right now chill is like finally. But I think we all should spend some time with our father. So bow your heads and close your eyes with me. Amen. Heavenly Father. Please give me back on URL. Cause I don't know what to do God. I figure after some of madness. Snack beans and my dude knows what a cool dog. I promise her I won't skip any verses. I'ma just do what I do, boss. And next time I hear that woo. I'ma listen to you. Next you get fired. And you should get hired soon. Cause every week you battle on. You turn it to the quiet room. How could you? Talking about you spray the chrome. Kill that shit, Lane. You trendin' that James. You just a fake, Jerome. When you tell niggas you scheming. That mean you rhyming shit for them. If I tell niggas I'm scheming. That means going inside. It's a one. Catch you lit up. It catchs you lit up. It's got hot. It's how you fire shit for them. The cats I lit up. And the sky. Like they heard lyin' on callin'. Break you down. I'ma take what the people prefer. It's your favorite quality. And turn it to a weakness observed. And bothers me. The way you like to scheme is for herbs. You look for double meanings. Cause you never meaning your words. Like picture chillin' big head. Put some G's in a trap. Do a safe. Keep bubbling cork. I'ma squeeze on the cats. The rat they trap. Ratchets like, what's up shawty? Like some G's to react. And chillin' to be like, no, no, no, no. Chill out fellas. Y'all need to relax. I mean. If you keep bubbling. Squeeze on the cat. I'm a leaner to get flat. P.G. don't gotta shop. So we gonna see him pass. My goal is to leave you purple. When I beat your ass. You bring a cork. I give you ten. Your sneak is fast. Cause I burn them. And give my nigga ear a heap of ash. Ear and ash. So what you got against my battle with JC. Is it the fact that it's a classic smack battle? I mean all you offer the culture is real rap. When y'all want bars. You just be rapping facts at you. I mean this gonna be a serious disaster. Speaking of which, they both had this cat ride a book and rats laugh. Shit. I mean it's the first time you had punches and back to back battles. Cause there's this interview online. I mean I don't remember the time. But y'all was mentioning names and battle rapping brought mine up. You said if a victim was picking niggas out of line up and I was in that room. Behind bars anchor I would wind up. Fact. Okay fine. But all that showed me is you blinded nigga a small minded misguided nigga. So let me get this right. You would actually take pride in standing in a line of niggas and doing time. Cause you the one that looked like a crime committer. I mean I'm trying to figure this out. This mindset in black males is typical. You worried about looking real. That's something I feel is pitiful. Cause what's real? About your kids going to jail to visit you in birthdays and holidays past. But you're still invisible. Just a spickle. A spickle. I couldn't even leave it alone as a father. How is this something you can even condone? See I'm a father. And that's what got me so upset. Cause how you post erasure kids when you ain't grown up yet. That's why your face got a scratch like that. You got enemies. That's why you stay strapped like that. Come on man. You broad. Rick Ross almost got clapped like that. Come on man. You broad. Rick man. You broad. Rick is my favorite state. Oh you bitch act like that. This is rap. To give a fuck about your beef or a fucking war. They want to have you spill his hot juice when they bust your car. But I was by the door. Standing there nestling. I said he need more than that street shit to impress me. He said what if you punch you. I said why would he test me. That's ridiculous. He'll get robbed if he dead. Definitely respect. I got it. I get me like I'm without rights. But let me get this outright. I'm no one you can outright. See they think you gon' swing and knock me outright. Cause they know you ain't winning outright without rights. And you ain't got bars like that. They gon' think you Bruno Mars. Getting killed. Cause you worried about that tough guy, sir. You shoulda took a page out of Barney Book and ducked my verse. What a battle. It's a battle right. I like that. We can't catch anybody. So what did she change though? I don't know. Talk to him man. Sing along if you know the words. Many men. We're dead upon me and sea. I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be. And niggas trying to take my life. Yo when I first heard that song, I had that shit stuck on repeat. I didn't know anybody could spit this real shit. This stuff is unique. And that'll wrap up like 50. I rose up from the street. Supported a disloyal game that made this money from beef. My last battle got ugly. I saw the suck this shit beat. Five niggas verse one. That ain't a jump. It's a leap. Real shit. That was typical disaster. He the same as a rapper. Wasted time with a setup. Then his punches is weak. I swear to God at night. I dream about my gun on his cheek. His fucking grief. Too tired of crying. But too trouble to sleep. The last time she saw the shit. He said I love you in peace. And the next time he was just shit. My body's cut up in three. I really want to know the public's belief. Y'all think it's karma or bitch nigga trying to front with his peeps. How many of y'all think he want to do that punch in the eats? Exactly. So whatever disrespect. So to take my shot, some set it in the west. With one shot weapon I would've rep. Gave a whole city stitches. Like the emblem that's for the match. I thought I was a sword king. The sword king of the dark. I just threatened them for a check. That brand was going to write on this head to get them stretched. But that's why they hate me. That's why they hate me. Because I've been telling this shit correct. Nigga spit mad ill. But still jealous because I'm the rat. It's a shame I gotta do this. Chill out your body nigga. It's a shame I gotta do this. But I ain't sorry nigga. This what happens when you poke out your chest in front of Bobby Fisher. In front of Bobby Fisher. Use a Tommy nigga. Use a Donny nigga. The way you be all friendly in battles. You using Molly, Molly nigga. Inside you mad you ain't fucking with me. Use a Bonnie nigga. Get this train to the floor. Cause I pull up, wait, spot you and let it go. Like use a body builder. Like Hollow said. I'ma hate you till I'm 75. I get them clean shots up close. 7D5. He see the steel. Start to feel like he ready to cry. But my gun's so big it make you ready to die. Biggie up. Make them light a fully blind ball. That was really tough. You know how we play? We're the flicky tough. Busted in D's. It ain't a tinny fucking swing. You know I'm Godly with lyrics. You talk murders but don't do it. Go decide on your image. That he the blast. It's like eating ass. He probably don't get it. Of course I didn't wear it back. I ain't gonna tell nobody I did it. I said man, spend a couple months. But I feel like I ain't going years. I'm gonna give y'all classes. But all my peers are frozen scared. I did this for my fans. Cause me and Chilla, y'all know it's weird. I'm like D Rose. I shouldn't be playing with these lower tips. Disjusting. If y'all ain't know. Disjusting. The first one's for math. The last two is the disjusting. Rounds like disjusting to hit harder. So let's get started. What happened with dis? It's just still jumping. He said I should punch you on your face. You started talking hard. Dropped your gun. Turn the other cheek. And let him rock your jaw. I was in a crowd when it happened. I was shocked and all. I started popping off. The disastrous crew got involved. But now you got a lawsuit. Saying King of the Dot is unprofessional like your injuries were their fault. So how the fuck is this stuff respectable? But to this day, y'all still put them up on this fucking pedestal like just incredible. But to me, it's just incredible. My question to the crowd, is this how real niggas behave? How the fuck you suing niggas with the reputation he made? Well let's keep pace. And talk about how your ex Bonnie knew Drake. He hit a wrong line. He mashed her out on a chewed date to sip wine. Had some good convo. She was staying. She told you, watched you hate and made you lose face. You told her she better not. Or you would catch a new case. So she faked a brief. Waited for you to leave. Then packed the suitcase. You came home. Found a piece of paper on your food plate. It was a note that said, if you read it, is you that insecure? That ain't a good look, Hoffa. You was out of town. Having niggas from your hood watcher. But if you use that wood proper like you should, partner Bonnie with a cane. Straight back like good posture. But you lost. But you lost. Because you moved out. Hoping another guy's wife. And you got evicted. Your future was in a shelter like Mackay. Fight for your loo shit. Want to be Bonnie, but ain't slide like her. Shorty's just a plain jump ball. That's a skydiver. But hype up your pants. Say you getting more than me. For the same reason, those situations ended horribly. It's cause you feel an immaturity and insecurity. Looking like you should have a job in security. You've been running around bad-mouthing them. Quit talking about your ex. Why? The same allergy, bro. Bout it, bro. I'm bout it, bro. You really got a nerve calling me sweet. Y'all ever seen Mad vs. Dave? Y'all ever seen it? Well, it's not his a sneak peek when you was rapping shit. Dayline was at your feet, sleep when he was rapping. He was pouring water on your cheap sneaks. When I battled the long camel, we gave the streets heat and shit was epic. Ass method, man. If he a breeze, G, imagine Batman and Superman having beat Pete. My wordplay made the world Marvel vs. DC. See, you remind me of that one-old man that's so cynical. Recalling everything from his era that's so memorable. Like, when I came up, it was all about being original and if you make threats, you had to be ready to get physical. Typical grandfather shit. Old man math stuck in his old ways saying my generation lacked respect for the old days cause now in battle rap, we got hybrids and flying cars, times the vault and dancing a whole page and here we go. Still talking about inventing the wheel and a stone age. Okay? You probably that old man that fall asleep on a train and wake up at the last stop. Keep her in space close to the screen and type with one finger on the slide. It's like you're so old on their back blocks you ain't sell crack rocks. You sold cracked rocks. You probably sit in rockin' chairs with brown sand losing black socks. But here's where the act stops cause the same style I'm using now the same style Matt had for years we got him losing ground. You don't got bars like that that's why you lose it now and get's Mr. Jump the top chair moving, moving ground. Get's Mr. Jump the top chair moving, moving ground. Slide through the back I got the front I got one strap I got the other one I got the clutch