[Round 1: Aye Verb]
You could never predict how Verb pullin' up
Roc, don't be foolish
No chain-snatch bars or tranny allegations
Watch how I do this
Quill tried to coach me on how to talk to you, shorty
How? Quill can't coach Verb
I been in VIP standin' on couches 11 years
Daylyt just got to this party
Hardly...do I get in this zone for preparation
From Calicoe, Roc is a step up
And steppin' up always demands one thing: elevation
I'm patient
Told Beas' off the jump my game plan
I'm freelance
I'm here to make bands, not make friends
You they friends, and when you friends wit' the business, they pay half
And they mask it wit' pointless phone calls and fake laughs
Whеn they called me, it's two words for him: straight bag!
'Causе if I lose when that date land, I'mma be straight sad
But takin' little money and losin'? That's real pain!
And that real pain don't land 'til the plane land
Fuck Roc
I'm a St. Louis n***a, that's Gangland
I don't even look at these pussy-ass n***as when we shake hands
You was a geek, a graffiti artist that breakdance
But dice-rollin' and spray cans don't quite make the same sound when they shake, fam'
Watch this
I'll throw y'all off when it's war, I cage my ignant
This time, ain't no sage get littin'
I wrote these rounds, then had thoughts in my mind...gauges clickin'!
Knife in one hand, strap in the other, red in both eyes
This time, I'm Kano and Cable wit' it!
Two things I refrain to mention:
When I'm time to eat, I know how to shave a onion and shave a Biscuit
Let's play, lil' n***a!
I got the game from Chisholm
He told me "Keep the dope in a old jelly jar, so when the fiends taste it, they get a lil' flavor wit' it."
Boy, I came for business
I'll put staples in him
Not school supplies, I'm talkin' staples like the Staples Center
Blow the cartridge, load a new cartridge: the Sega trippin'
In the Bible of Battle Rap, these real n***a chapters, them pages missin'
When fuck shit happen to y'all favorites, y'all stay forgivin'!
These Beta n***as!
I'm a Alpha - pardon, my language different
Tay Roc, you an amazing spitter
So I had to turn Klay Thompson
What that mean? Right now, I can't play with wiggin'
I don't get it, shit you fans, y'all be willing to accept
Can't no real shit be comin' out his chest if ain't shit real around his neck!
But y'all willing to neglect...me? N***a, I'm really from the set!
Can't a n***a from my city say I ain't who I am...boy, that's respect
You a vet, of course, but around big bros, you just a boy
Smack like n***as that don't stand for shit and can get pushed around
That's why you handicap n***as get hand the torch
You the spokesman of this sport
Talk yo' shit, Roc, but watch the volume that you talkin'
When I first met you, n***a, you ain't have no voice
Let's war, lil' bruh
I killed all yo' friends, liquor shots y'all be pourin' up
(*stammers slightly*)
Let's war, lil' bruh
I killed all yo' friends, liquor shots I be pourin' up
They sent you for revenge - I ain't worried
'Cause when Roc lick a shot, he be pourin' up
N***a, any n***a hop off that porch, I'mma scar 'em up
Get off my back, warm-up
Even if you snap, you still gon' get torn up
[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Aye asked for this, so before I came back for this
All of my energy, I had to save that for this
Vegan n***a with dreads, you gon' have to change that for this, (Yeah)
You gon need a bucket of chicken and get ya waves back for this
Gun Bar KING, it's time I bring the game back to this
Y'all shoulda showed him where his casket at, and where his grave at for this
Undertaker's theme music, y'all shoulda played that for this
I'll fire off my buckle like they brought Kane back for th... [this]
I ain't having it, my aim accurate
We'll have a crossfire (Cross Fire) , on your lawn, sound like I hate Catholic
Bow ya head, you ain't gotta take sacrament
Then I drop a rose for the dead, Saint Lazarus
You battled Mook, (clap clap) I thought highly 'bout you
But you ain't have to stand in front of that n***a quiet while he rappin' a lie about you
Tell me, what I admire 'bout you?
Verb, a (Verbal) warzone won't be on a beat
I'll grab a 40 and smack FIRE out you
AIN'T NOTHIN' FLY ABOUT YOU,
Your cash short
You was throwing fits against DNA, you a bad sport
Long range, I could hit him, from half court
Or gunbutt him, this Canada; come across without a,PASSPORT,
I will put your last thoughts, on the ground of this damn arena
You vegan now? You got dreads with highlights? This man a diva
Get outta line, i'll (snap snap) my man'll sleep ya
It's gon' start with A and end with A, like ANESTHESIA,
Man, I need to see a psych ward and stay in for the day
This ain't Wheel of Fortune, don't think I'm playin' witchu, Aye
BLACK, this what i'm saying to you Jay
You asked me if I feel imma get this W, why (Y)? I said 'cause A (Aye) is in the way
Today, you're gonna pay; cash, check or EBT?
Mark my words, re-peat me
I ain't a killer, but if you push rock (Roc), like you CP3
Imma send 'em after A (Aye)
B-C-D-E...F you!
N***a, you ain't my uncle, I ain't ya nephew
I told the Island God, "Fuck Dracula, expect the Devil,"
Smack, put you in front of Calicoe, and you let him check you
If I put you in front of a Calico(e), y'all help him, Rescue!
You try me, I'mma hit him with hella metal, I never wrestle
Blade in the coat, I will razor ya throat, and shred a vessel
You get the .44 and .38 'cause you extra special
Point blank, three holes, will make ya whole head a pretzel
There's a special level that I reach that's really illegal
This island n***a ain't even one of the Caribbean people
You beat me? I don't really believe you
You say you smokin' Roc? You should just sniff or stick to the needle
I really am evil, concealing an Eagle (Desert Eagle)
Pistol whip, you'll be able to feel the world spinnin' beneath you
You called my name, they sent me to see you
Now Verb, bout to get retired in the ring: William Regal
You really a weasel, hang yourself, let the work choke ya
You'll be twitching, and giving off vibes of a coke smoker
I'm so focussed, I don't get cold feet, I give cold shoulders
Blow toasters, turn "It's Showtime!" to "Show's over,"
You're no soldier, your face, will see this whole chamber
This a close ranger, like a sheriff's ya close neighbour
Come off the hip, hit him with both BANGERS,
This supervision will be held under some docs (docks), like boat anchors
My shooter in the V cruisin', stick shift, but a stick he gon' be usin'
Low standards, he hittin' whatever he see movin'
He gon' run up on you, overbreathing, and keep shootin'
I said "He gon' run up on you, 'Oh Verb breathing?' and keep shootin,'"
In this battle, y'all shouldn't look at it, like he's losin'
This is Dracula, draining a complete human and re-boostin'
I got a cool, and kid on the heat, keep the heat coolin'
I'll find out where you rome and (Roman) it'll leave (Italy) your streets RUINED!
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[Round 2: Aye Verb]
Miss me wit' the gangsta shit, Roc - it's all act
'Cause when that fight came, you said "Fuck Raw"
And...damn, dawg, you ain't even get Bear back (bareback)
No matter where at, hood law is the same - clear fact
Once you got that jacket of bein' pussy, you stuck wit' it
Forever you wear that
I don't know, lil' bro
You don't got the aura or glow, lil' bro
They don't know, but I remember when yew was a Maryland n***a nobody knows
I looked up "Edgewood"
And Edgewood, for totin' poles, is low on that totem pole
So you picked yo' role, so when sucka shit happen, it's what you chose
Yo, ain't no warm embrace for no shooters, they touch is cold
They lose friends, they take losses
When they kill, they get a couple wins back, but they lose they soul
You ain't no hood n***a, 'cause don't no hood n***as that come from the hood be emotional
You ain't no real n***a, 'cause don't no real n***as just meet these rap n***as and call 'em bros
You can't be hot-headed, 'cause all the hothead n***as dead or in jail
N***a, you free, alive, and well - these are lies you tell!
Man...all yo' raps, talk about holdin' a strap
How you squeeze on it
When you a shooter, n***as know you a shooter
You got respect that you'll pull it
So not often, you'll ever gotta reach for it
Disassemble you
You been up close wit' a different symbol, fool
It's simple - I make examples outta simple fools
It's different powers in our pencil moves
Roc can only punch, but I'm down forward punch...
Sorta how Ryu and Ken do moves
Smack, I'mma keep signatures long as they send buffoons
Send these n***as to the sky and I send balloons
Dude, I gotta win! I don't get to lose
East Coast privilege, I'm in the middle, I play the center shoes
You be attentive to, bitches who wear hoop shorts and tennis shoes
Yo' girl got spots on her face like the opposite side of octopus tentacles
When it's time to fight, you the type that'll hold your left and right at a 10 and 2
If I hit any n***a right wit' this right, they begin to snooze
I mastered punchin'
Only thing that you mastered? Pretendin' to
This is wizardry!
Boy, you can't spit wit' me
Get out the box and try angles when you get to me
Or get lit like a Christmas tree
Lil' n***as that follow lil' n***as - y'all both lost
Roc or Ave, it didn't matter
The battle ain't hard, y'all both soft
I'll take yo' thoughts, and make yo' thoughts sound Mozart
You got pride, Roc, but look in the eyes of a crowbar
I'll lock yo' wheel! Take yo' doors off wit' a blowtorch!
My whole hood was on that water, no Coast Guard
Y'all so fraud, I'm so God
But wit' that dope talk, I can coach y'all
I'm cut from those cloths, n***a
Yo' girl look like a freshman basketball player when she take her clothes off
Bitch like that can't walk around my house - ho, crawl!
I'm a Gemini, a mix of Tupac, O-Dog
Omar from Juice, Omar from The Wire, that is yo' role, dawg
I smoked your lil' road off
N***a, cool yo' self
Be careful how you choose yo' health
All them n***as around you, you should never have to prove yo' self
One shot, and them n***as watching you shoot yo' self
Cut it out, Roc! Stay in the studio! Lose yo' self!
You prepare raps, but I give you my heart and I share that
You come prepared, but when it come from right there, can't compare that!
This ain't a fair match!
Y'all put a cannon versus a flare strap!
A different animal
For all of the animals, I'm they bear trap, n***a
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
You came in and thought you outsmarted me, thinkin' you clever, Aye
Verb, when have you known me to ever play?
Takin' me when I was a rookie? That woulda been the better way
'cause I'm a pro now (pronoun), I don't have to add Verb (adverb) to my resumé
I have the momentum, it's a wrap for you livin', I'll actually kill him
And just to silence the squeeze, I'm attaching a lemon
Back of the head, ratchet'll hit him
He fall flat on his face, A (Aye) on his grille like Acura emblems
'cause if Dracula get him, it's probably gonna be when it's darkest out
I woulda even came to A Town, stomped you out
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout
This pistol come out, his words changing
Gun in his mouth, like word for word, verbatim (Verb ate him)
Verb fakin', Shine killed you, had that buildin', earthquakin'
I mean you can literally look at the floor and see dirt shakin'
If Verb hatin', I'm using the cleaver
To do him like Caesar, and that'll be the last salad that Verb makin'
Get ya turf taken, If I come from under the shirt wavin'
I'll have cops chalkin' a star on the ground like they serve Satan
I'll have Verb achin', I'll silence this K with a potato
Los Angeles Angels logo, A (Aye) will get a halo
You cheap to book, they probably payin' him in Pesos
This n***a cheesy, he's the A that's in 'Alfredo'
Respectfully, you heard I'm the truth
And the only time Verb'll abuse somebody using verbal abuse
Who gave Verb an excuse, to come move me out this damn spot?
Man, Stop! I will palm ya face until my hands hot
Have this vegan tied up, force feedin' him lamb chop
This deuce in a boot and I reach for the ankle, I'm Ken Shamrock
I'll pull on fam block, the van stop, this can pop, your shirt'll be holey
Like somethin' outta 'Welcome to Jamrock',
Get this man SHOT, and whoever with the Island God involved
Anybody...mean shotty, I sawed it off
My driver? Crafty, he make sure nobody saw the car
That's why I Rock with 'The Transporter', 'Hobbs and Shaw',
Any bitch you love, I'll call the broad
She'll let me dive in her cherry, I'ma bob in her berry, 'Monsters Ball',
They shoulda told you, "Call it off, n***a, yes Roc'll smoke ya,"
I exterminate, and take pests out the culture
You wanted smoke, well let me guess, I provoked ya?
Don't make me push this little stick next to Aye (A), like the analog on a XBOX controller
I'M THE BEST, I can coach ya
Them punches'll start landing, I can start blammin'
You gon' get left where you caught standin'
Put a gun in his face, that the cops use....A large cannon
That's a SWAT stick (Swastika) on a forehead like Charles Manson
My dawg campin', found where you live, he don't need guidance
Same mask, that's for that COVID-19 virus
Tell ya cheerleaders, that's outside, to keep silence
Or whoever came with Aye as a plus (A+), gon' be minus (B-)
Let's be honest, you can't fuck with me, that's for start
Two words to describe the way Rex did him, 'Jurassic Park',
My gat'll spark, your coconut crack apart
And once you hit the ground, I'll dash over A (Aye), like an accent mark
What this faggot thought? Let's have a talk, you don't have half the heart
Smack, protects this castle with rock (Roc) like a catapult
Catch'm after dark? For dawg it get critical
My squad'll get rid of you, break the neck on a soft individual
Life support, is all you've been living through
Now they gotta pull the plug on AV (Aye Verb), that's audio visual
Dawg, you are pitiful, you get me mad, I will snap into character
Dig a hole out back and I'll bury ya
You come in Dracula area, automatic'll air at ya
And hit A (Aye) in the middle of the forehead, that's CAPTAIN AMERICA!

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[Round 3: Aye Verb]
It's levels to this shit, Roc
Yo' content is mostly nonsense
So it's obvious forever you a pebble to the big rocks
Let's get it square, the shape of my skill is tip-top
And when I touch the Volume settings, I turn it up a quick notch
Okay, watch
Roc...you appeal to peons and n***as who drive Priuses
I can go OG and shit, or flow for the geniuses
N***a, everything about you is meaningless
You ain't even mean, lil' bitch
On stage, when you sweat, screaming shit
We be thinkin', "He don't even mean that shit."
When I travel, it's just me, that's it
N***as who open they mouth, I check their temperatures and don't need that stick
I plant seeds in you n***as
For the next season, I see that shit y'all grow
'Cause all night I gave it to you: boy, I'm a mean assist
N***a, I will fuck yo' pregnant baby mama and feed her dick to yo' fetus, bitch
When it's beef, you probably decent at best
You ain't own the shit you sellin', boy, cease and desist
Pull out that iron, I'll crease your whole fit
Boy, this creature's no myth
Don't want your girl, 'cause she's too easy to hit
But open arms, I'll stab yo' side, I'll Jesus yo' bitch
I'm a competitor, they only gon' book me vers' better ones
I don't get a high to roll up and smoke regular
We supposed to
Fuck this new era! We old-school
300 people, see, we from those rules
When this started, I was the go-to version of Goku
You was the n***a to go first, I was the n***a to go through
I'm a whole mood
Hey, Drac', look up - it's a whole moon
The inner beast awakened, the vegan is on vacation
Yo' talent is close to novice
My lyricism is close to Nas's
I take the heads of my opponents and mold collages
I am, takin' the URL face and botchin' it while y'all watchin' it
K-Shine, I owe too like oxygen - let's lock that in
Fuck it!
Three-minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time
Fuck the preview - let's let that beef brew, in 3-D too
So...it's...show-
(*Aye Verb intentionally covers his face with his hands and slows his breathing to maintain his composure*)
You got n***as that'll clap for you - good! I commend
I clap for me
Extended clip hang out the chop' like a cocky grin
Come laugh wit' me
My bipolar brings dynamic
My classics is when class members die graphic
11 years of runnin' shit, diabetic
Fuck if they gimme my credit
I'mma poke me and give it to myself like a diabetic
I'm dumb foul, like wide open for three and you foul Reddick
N***a, calm down! I'll put a plug in you like a Tesla
Balrog is all "rah-rah!" with extra estrogen
I let the Devil out, you just a exit for the exorcist
Country n***a, no Garth, n***a
My heart different, I can school y'all
Or fade after school, I'm all wit' it!
I talk different, dark whispers or barks, n***a
When it's time to rhyme, you get outlined - I chalk n***as!
F&N, tighten that chest, you all chiseled
Cave Gang a bunch of big bitches, y'all all Lizzos
You don't fuck wit' me? It's cool, then ditto
You be screamin' "We got dicks in the car!"
What y'all armed wit'? Dildos?
Shells, cover that back like a armadillo
You a harmless weirdo, that sucker-punched a fan and couldn't put that n***a to sleep
Boy, your arms is pillows
Stick on me, I'm smart wit' it like Donatello
Tonight I laced you, I embalmed your 'rillos the color jaundice yellow
Think you ahead? Wait 'til these comments settle
I'm too beyond, I'm special
I'll fix you n***as' lives like Iyanla's special
You did better than expected, I see karma helped you
I slept on you...but even when I yawn, I'm pressure
Verb

[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Now ya Instagram show, no shade to him
I'm just tryna figure out what Mama Verb did wrong raisin' him
You put our black woman beneath you, you be degradin' 'em
He wish they was a dog chained to him, like a slave to him
Why is the brain in your cranium structured like that?
You pray on weak females, 'cause you a sucka like that
You got Yoshi thinkin' you gon' wife her, or somethin' like that
You had to grow up watching n***as treatin' yo mother like... [crap]
What's fact is, you the reason this battle they ignorin'
And I'm mad Smack and Beas' didn't inform 'em
If I send a bitch for him, as soon as he try to fuck, she'll leave his shit pourin'
Aye, I'll (AI) cross you over like how he did Jordan
I don't give warnings, If me and him warrin'
I'm up all night with a 9, 30 hanging out til this morning
I'm the reason that you're a main event, your shit borin'
They only book you for not showing up, you're a bitch warrant
I've been scorin', try to block, get shot in the damn face
If this vegan want beef, it better be plant-based
I could have it to where the life of a vegan is at a damn stake (steak)
Put his fingers in a blender, make hand shakes (handshake)
Lemme translate, I aim, tools'll spark, your brain blew apart
Flip you (U) upside down, It's a St. Louis Arc
I move with sharks, I'll have the Loc's, put you in chalk
'cause n***as with the six, flag (Six Flags) ride with me, amusement park
N***a, you'sa mark, you swing and miss, I'll bomb back
I'm Dracula, I'll leave your shit red, when I contact (eye contact)
This Glock compact, If the Island God don't pass away, he'll need surgery
Somethin' stuck in the island, 'Castaway',
Let this faggot play, it'll go from fair, to a bad game
Here's the part, where I take Chaz Dunkin, and flip his last name
Gats BANG, shots from out this mini-K, BLAM!
And flip Dunkin in the air, like NBA Jam
You really a fan, and Smack just gave you, the top hitter
A loss to me gon' make your problems a lot bigger
But y'all ain't tell this Island God n***a that I'll kill ya?
Have a blade draggin' (dragon) through the island, like Godzilla
Shit sound like that carnival game, when I use the snub
I hit a button, you drop, leave Chaz Dunkin in a pool of blood
I hit my cousins, them n***as comin' to injure somethin'
Similar to an alley-oop, how they assist with Dunkin
Split ya onion, let off that Mossberg pump
And push Chaz...Duncan (dunkin')...backwards, it's a reverse dunk
The first chump, I knocked outta cuz' head
And now Duncan (dunkin'), under six feet, like Spud Webb
Man, cuz dead, off with his dreads, guillotine
I'll hit my queen, and have my bitch blow you...to smithereens
I'll take a fresh cig (Sig) out the box, no nicotine
Chest shot, bullets sunk into island (Sunken Island), Philippines
I'm really mean, this rifle a big machine
To see through the lens, I take the cap off the scope, 'cause it ain't Listerine
If i get caught with that bitch, by any means
I'ma tell the cops "This baby ain't mine, its' Billie Jean's",
It won't be a pretty scene, if I hit my main Loco
He get a bag to pop his shit, like paid promo
Or, he'll grab a Hatchett and run in ya place, solo
And come across Aye (A) with the axe: Atlanta Braves logo
Here's the part where you die, you don't get to choose
Aye Verb or Island God, both them n***as lose
Let Chaz get shit confused, get stabbed 'til the blade brown
Leave it wedged in Duncan: Pinderhughes

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