[Round 1: Ness Lee]
Take over, the break's over wigger
God MC, Lee, straight yola
No shake no baking soda dispose of ya lame doja
I can't wait to light up this square n***a chain smoker
So this the new dude they pushing trying to get him views
I'll get him chewed with one bar in a round, letter Q
You let him loose to let him lose, think he's on my level
You're the 40 Year Old Virgin, you're putting this pussy on a pedestal
You're getting screwed if I shoot...sex pistol
You better have arms coming out of arms, yep, Vishnu
That's a Hindu reference but I'll get back to that
Let's return to the surface of this soul book I've read into
Your name is Jed Mitchell, know what rhymes with Jed Mitchell
Ness hit you, neck issues
Tecs, pistols, kick you in your leg, trip you
Dead, crippled, n***a you have the swagger of wet tissue
Let's be honest... You a awkward white n***a b
With these little depressed gothic-like tendencies
He's Walter White in his schemes, but real life
He walks by I wanna stomp some life into him till my conscious side intervenes
True or false, Blackout 3 the second time Drake came
All the rappers got to Toronto the same day
Met in front of the telly we took pictures and exchanged names
I leave to go to my room and see you in a strange place
Tucked away safe in the lobby with this ashamed face
I say hey, shake hands wave and say g'day mate
I slept a few hours woke up at 8:00, I shaved, ate
Made my way back downstairs and you was still in the same place
Me and my n***a Harsh had coerced some girls to come get us
Diz already had some birds with him set up
Everybody had a flame from dimes to sloppy in between
But if you pulled anything you shoulda learned to stretch better
Boy I'm absurd with every word I get better
With every verb I'm trying to curb my furthest personal measure
And you never heard a more clever verse from a bird of my feather
So yeah I was irked I couldn't remember my words against Sevah
That just means I gotta take it out on this nerd bird
He gone learn or earn him an urn or permanent stretcher
Shoot'em a curve he'll serve as the catcher
When I Toledo panic button him and we ain't even working together
[Round 1: Soul]
I'm just gonna keep it real, to me you're one of the dopest rappers that made it through
Wordplay and cadence too... it's nothing but love... I can only say what's true
But what the fuck were you thinking when you said you're "crazier than crazy glue"
Oh... ain't that you?
Oh Ness Lee... Then forget the first 2 bars... he's wack and I hate this dude
Dopest in the south you ain't that fucking hard mate
And no way you're Elliot Ness, cause in his career, he managed to catch up to Scarface
Think about it… dopest in the south… not on my watch
I was on Limewire in '08 freestyling to "My Block"
Plus Young Jeezy, Kriss Kross, Andre, T.I, Jon
You need to revisit your status like Timehop
And those are just some names that are colder from the A
Fuck the dopest in the south, you ain't the dopest in your state
It's a white lie, a myth, how's my guy the king
When his tracks get sonned by CyHi The Prynce
Other people carry your state, the truth's out liar
I ring bells I'm the new town crier
Your state's like his new house when you blew out your cookout fryer
Cause you both rely on other people to put out fire
Fucking crawling on the floor tryna escape through the catflap
Scared to breathe around the air he in (Aryan) like Anne Frank
Rep faded, that's that, get traded, Nasdaq
So much heat in the pad, he having flashbacks
Scratch that, insurance scam man had the last laugh
Now it's hand bags, glad rags, flash jags, cracked crab
Gabbana man bags, Tax bracket half capped
He survived the fire, we saw through it like Mad Max
Fucking piece of shit, scamming rap music, for p's and shit
But he got Karma in the form of a scheming bitch that cheats on him
Now that ain't something she'll admit, but how do you not see the hints
It plays "how could you be so heartless" when her beeper rings
On Fridays, it's night babe, kiss him on the cheek and dip
She out all night fucking Heartless and swinging from Conceited's dick
I blame The Saurus, she ain't beat him since Peter did
He ain't seen the chick he sleeping since that Grecian myth like Oedipus
[Round 2: Ness Lee]
I said I'll smack your dumb ass
Your girl shorter than Sonny
If I was a pedophile I'd snatch her young ass
This weirdo pretty much admitted that Loe Pesci created his style
That'd be great if I hadn't already made him my child
So if I kilt the guy that made you this may take you a while
But give me one good reason you shouldn't have stayed in the crowd
You prolly got a Bender tat on your back
Come on you can admit it plus the fact that you rap
Exactly like him, and your girl lives in Canada, Facts
Y'all probably met on a Flight Distance battle rap chat
Back when I's packing a Mac in the back of the lac
You was swagger jacking Patrick from his slacks to his hat
You and Osa battled you barely came at him in fact
He coulda stabbed your grandma you'd hand him the handle for that
No matter where you're at you land on they're sack asking for
Pats on the back as if that can grant you the talent to actually rap
I'll backgammon backhand him till he admit to snatching
The patterns they spat after the fact you talentless twat
Remember when I was gonna beat up Loe Pesci for being so messy
That shit played on his dome heavy
He all in his room like "I gotta get this Ness guy murdered"
Drinking, taking tablets like dishonest Best Buy workers
He wrote in his diary in broken english in cursive
All caps screaming n' cursing like I just wanna beat him and hurt him
Take my knee and insert it knee deep in his sternum
Then I seen him in person and didn't think it was worth it
Ya little awkward ass, dog you rap and that is how awkward sounds
You live in an awkward house without living in Okwerdz' house
You wanted to kill me that's like walking in Bonnie's house
Seeing her on the couch with lots of money... It's the thought (thot) that counts
You too cold for who, fool, do you know
I do own Lucifer's shoes to move through the snow
And who got your dude losing to Soul?
I'm looking at you sideways like, I was waiting on you from the doe
Let's get it clear boy we are not peers boy
I see the future you getting destroyed here boy
I'm clairvoyant there's no avoiding you hear boy
And I feel like roasting bring dat ass hear boy
You ol "I wallow in sorrow" face ass n***a
You ol "you got a trench coat I can borrow" face ass n***a
You ol, "I got a lotta homework I'ma do it tonight
Then go and shoot up the school tomorrow" face ass n***a
[Round 2: Soul]
This the last market where there's people you think I can't compete with
Well you'll be some of the last two I follow Fibonacci's sequence
They think Ness'll crush me, but this my bread and butter
Plus they thought you'd crush Swave, but you got head topped brother
You see - Ness got flustered, over what Jed's got covered
Down to a science, in cruise control like L Ron Hubbard
Plus every time you battle a black dude, your bars get thug
Like you mixing down and pitching out the cartel's drugs
But all that time not walking made his arms swell up
So if he working out the traps, that's a barbell shrug
Bro you are well loved, you know who you are, so rep it
Be like your broke legs, bone tendons, don't stretch it
Say the Steeler ram in their dome, I'll put money he won't, dead it
He'll take half back, so i'll match that… whatever Jerome Bet is (Jerome Bettis)
Soul Pettis, you a bantamweight with one bangin' tape like Caraway
He the man in state? I'll Axe the A, Atlanta braves batting cage
That money was sound, I sculpted these rounds, that cash is clay (Cassius Clay)
....And this shit would make Mohammad change back his name
I'm back to old fashioned ways, give a fuck if what I'm rapping they catch today
Think him being black clouds that vision?
What I drop, burn him over the head like acid rain
You masquerade, Bruce Jenner cause you felt you had to change
Just cause other man would say that they raised ratchet K's
You went from RCA to getting smashed by Swave, how the fuck does that feel
You went from R Kelly, Parton, Presley, Usher and Seal
To Tony D's lone defeat when he struggled with Real
Cause they can't get in touch with T-Pain, since he fucked up his deal
And it probably didn't do much for your rep with RCA
When they found a bunch of beats made by T-Pain on Ebay
And the jokes thing is you probably helped all those guys
Cause you make incredible beats, and you get bread on the side
And that's Ness' career cause if he tells them he rhymes
He'll be sitting on the shelf till he dies
They say you're ahead of your time, so you won't get any shine
But that's enough about his career, and the dent in his pride
Cause I could spend three minutes on what one sentence describes
Always the Bridesmaid, never the bride

[Round 3: Ness Lee]
I said well it's the third round, it's the part where I gotta move you
You keep mentioning T-Pain, it's unfortunate I gotta let that auto tune you n***a
I told you four years ago we would probably battle, now we're finally meeting
And Eurgh gets the finder's fee for this minor league beating
But you climbed no higher than me, why? For these reasons
You might just be peeking (peaking) like hide and seek cheating
I said your time is over, no need to fight it b, I'll find your v
And end your life with two 9's fused together that's Siamese treatment
Your wifey acting like a speed demon
You gone come home early one night and find that she's creeping
He told me his shorty was acting like a whore again
So I told him get over hurr like Aye Verb quoting Scorpion
I convinced him to leave her, texted her that I work from four to ten
She came to my job at 8:00, slutty exes for the win
Now he staring at me like he wanna do something
I'm feeling fairly scrappy what you tryna do cuzzin?
I'm with it sir you better get the burner
Cause as far as hands, I'm down to throw them over stairs/stares like attempted murder
I'm known to let 'em fly like the old Kobe
When I throw a right you're likely to find your soul floating
If we box I'll beat you till your skin turns black and blue
They gone be online debating whether you white or gold homie
I know, ye'en tryna get buried I feel ya
But you'll pay with your life don't worry I'll bill ya
And clean it up first things first if I kill ya
I cover all bases like a dirty outfielder
I'm nauseous, you made me face this sucker suck a sausage
You're unaccomplished find a draw bridge try jumping off it
And what is all this other nonsense about you punching Caustic?
...Dog that's fucking awesome I should give you a couple dollars
But I digress, I'll take your rib, you'll never get your baby back
You're really not an emcee, you only faking that
And you really want to prove me wrong so I raise the tax
Show me you can do it like this, now I'ma make you rap
Fourth quarters are preferred it's less pressure
I'm the perfect defender for the tournament ender
Ye'en heard the word I'm the desert bird on the dresser
I'm certainly worse than Serbian weather the first of December
And it has been determined forever that I will be determined forever
To rid the earth of every nerd in suspenders
Then I'm murdering Bender, return to his funeral service
Do the bird is the word, the Shmurda dance and merge em together, ya heard
Ayo Bender, I been calling you out for years, where you beent?
Next time you call me out in a battle, make sure you win that

[Round 3: Soul]
Lee endgames's a free checkmate
Cause his set ups all over the place, he's playing chess with DNA
So tonight, will B3 L's... like he's playing chess with DNA
When he bish up next to a rook... like he playing chess with DNA
See a pawn's what you be to (B2) these dudes, so that's where he moved
But they opened up the D 2, so the queen took a free rook
Put it simply, he's been used, so call me Aryan, but these views
Is deep blue, a machine too, he lose in three moves
Idun Beechu? Beat who? Give a beat to me you couldn't beat Tumi too?
See dude's schemes drew, weave through and it leaves smooth
So it seems cool but the ease you, do what he do and appeal to
The cheap ooh's, deceitful
Need proof? It must be true if I can beat dude and teach you
What Lee do with the same style that he use
It's simple as shit, you stick to the script like a read-through
Think I'm sick of this bit? I'm sticking with it, that's a preview
I'll breeze through, Bones Jones, go Ham'll defeat you
Fuck the towel that your team threw, if we lose it's a DQ
Get dough, Jeet Kun, we Bruce Lee's crew
Wake up from the dream too when I teeps you with Kareem's foot
This the game of death, bruv I had to fight my way up the tiers too
Now the Scot's (Scott) going beast mode like Teen Wolf
But after KOTD flew this Lee dude to the beach to
Not get past C3P0, like R2D2 in a green room
Pussy, this battle rap shit's something you bleed through
Nah you camel toe, seen his V through his jeans too like Evisu
It's a game boy, made it past an elite few, now you beat blue
For that money, I read, black for the green too like a healed bruise
This is Soul Volume 2, that's equal, to Lee cubed
This the PC he use to make beats through
When it crash, and then reboot, but the screen blue
And the CPU freeze too, cause this safe mode to what I'll command c: through
Ryu and T-2000 I'm heatproof
He's proof, heat could decease you, cause he breathed fumes
When the gas leak blew on a cheap fuse, that he keeps loose
Left his knee chewed, thats the only time he walked with the steel too
My point it this, it's ironic bitch, that the pain for this recruit
Was when he leaped to the same window that T threw his career through