Jae Millz vs. E. Ness - FULL BATTLE (Rounds 1 & 2)

Video made from censored highlights on Making the Band and raw footage. Track at beginning: Diddy feat. Biggie, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - Victory 2004 Instrumental: Loon - Story *thanks to adotwhite for info Download: Part 1 - http://rapidshare.com/files/116075624/part1.wmv.html Part 2 - http://rapidshare.com/files/116078158/part2.wmv.html Lyrics: * thanks to artpiston, HeaDaChexPoPx for corrections Millz - 1st verse: Listen/ Yo everythin was all good before 9/11/ But now niggas actin odd like 9 and 11/ Like they won't be on the ride to heaven/ Listen Puff I'm a war child, I was born on 9/11/ I'll have you on channel 4, 5, 9 and 11/ Under a sheet, surrounded by 911/ News reporters, they like "this type of crime is depressin/ We've got his face, but 'where's his mind?' is the question"/ And if you like to stay cute/ Look I'ma see to it that you get buried rockin gators and a gray suit/ And I'ma put some loose leaf and a pen in your casket so you can write on your way to Jesus/ Niggas never wanna problem like we want it/ When Jae Millz go to war I throw a beam on it/ See you will never hear about how my team frontin/ And you ain't stuntin if your truck got 14s on it/ You ain't a thug, you a creep homie/ But I ain't worried cuz I stay with the heat on me/ So go ahead, creep homie/ Ain't nothin sweet homie/ Talkin out your ass will get you shots in your cheeks homie/ Don't sleep on me/ Most hated top gunner/ Triple X black Akademiks tee with the glock under/ I be movin in the 6 like Ewing/ And I can't even describe that little bullshit that you in/ Fam, what is you doing/ You puttin rims on a 2-door Honda, that ain't cool/ You pushin somethin from the 90s, that ain't the move/ Why your band so thin doo, that ain't a mule/ This is easy man/ This is easy Ness - 1st verse: Ey yo/ E. Ness, definition of beast/ My (?) the beef the West had with the East/ The money you make in a week, I take in the street/ My man got 2 strikes so I'm takin the heat/ Get booked, come back home and do it again/ End up with 2 strikes just like him/ Damn, one more strike and I'm down for life/ Squeeze, Mr. Freeze put your town into ice/ Got butter, box-cutters *flick* slice your throat/ Small-time, I couldn't see you with a microscope/ You put cars on layaway, I don't like no note/ I grab cold hard cash, write off coke/ The great white hope, you locked up droppin the soap/ With a cellmate named Bubba rockin your boat/ So don't butter the toast and give a shit where you from/ As long as you see my name on the tip of your tongue/ Ridiculous run, pull up in the monster truck/ Bring down the pump, make niggas Donald duck/ Jae Millz, I'm on your hills, you a Donald chump/ Run up on your real estate, give that condo up/ What's the number to that safe, give the combo up/ I keep stickin and movin till my rhymes blow up/ Your prices went down dawg, blinds go up/ Bitch you trippin I ain't babysittin dude grow up/ Holla