Aye Verb vs. Ah Di Boom [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Aye Verb]This is not a battle, this is a hired hit
Prior this I was wired chips to lyrically wire his jaw
I hate you new niggas cuz y’all fucking up this environment
Dog, y’all got no desirement, y’all just up here rhymin’ shit
God when I was a rookie I would hunt these top tier niggas down
If they failed or even kinda slipped they got craved no minor slits
I was on that Mike Myers trip, y’all?
Nah but out of them all, I hate you the most
You the worst niggas cookin’ brutha, Gerald Levert lookin’ mothafucka
Every time I see you on camera trying to spit bars
I think Off The Wall not Michael’s diss
Off the wall like violent shit
Mutilate this lamb, this a sacrifice that they bring to god
So I’ll snatch out that spinal stretch it like it’s a tightrope
Put it in the air and make it spiral like Pete Pab’
Nah, use this fag face for a ashtray for cigars
Nah show up in his yard with two shotties in cases you keep guitars
Nah higher shit, two pliers grip, inside his lip with the tightest grip
This the how to become top tier instruction manual
And little nigga you doing all kind of shit wrong
Your first mistake
You wasn’t careful with your rap name when you picked it
Cuz up here at top tier our first defense is to ricochet it or we can flip it
For instance…..
He ain’t no nothing, I read Ah Di Boom
How bout that red Audi let 4 ring boom boom boom! Left Ah Di red
I’m outty skurrrt! Y’all see the point I’m trying to prove?
Your second mistake, image is everything
This is way more than just some rap shit
But don’t get it twisted you not dirty, you half fashioned
It’s just your whole act says, I can be catfished
Nigga how we supposed to believe you’ll let a gat clip
Or you like a peck flip when you swagless?
You throw on your shirt and this how your back sit
His male confidence leaving in his mind it’s a doubt
I just took everything from you so all that thuggin’ is out
Proven Ground-Top Tier see what that fuss is about
You say my name, they send that bread, I come put blood in that mouth
Okay let’s start this shit, I wrote this round on a toilet, shit
I face killa MC’s this ease (disease) they ask me “is that boy nice?”
I give them the shaky hands, no Parkinson’s
Nigga them ain’t bars them baller tricks
You ol’ pile of shit you rap just like Charlie Clips when he was probably 6
Greatness I harvest it, this is Floyd taught (?) I’m trainin’ em
AK lil’ dog you must be taught to sit
Aye boo boo I see straight through you when you talk yo shit
You bought the
“I was lame in school, decided to rap and became cool” starter kit
But shouts to all you rookies cause you mothafucka’s is a goldmine
I get a nice bag off y’all asses and I don’t even rap the whole time
You niggas ain’t like that for real, y’all WWF
I throw yall against the ropes, give y’all the clothesline
Pretty boy Ric Flairs in this muthafucka, “So It’s Showtime”
You got me pissed like I was locked up and I argued with my bitch
On the last call
Had thoughts of smacking you like a damn broad
So I was practicing playin’ handball
Send them goons at you, bunch of niggas
Drums, Dancehall, Pon De River
Punch a liver, this punch will get em’
I’m domin’ em next, wait, my Showtime shit is Rated R
You ain’t finna see this movie yet little nigga, you ain’t grown enough yet
Everybody say I need a slogan, well mine is “nothing to play with”
Cuz I was taught in the streets that once you kill you a nigga
You don’t say shit, now spit that fake shit

[Round 1: Ah Di Boom]

Aye yo, right thurr, mothafucka you is not that nice
You just got a reckless mouthpiece
But watch what come out your mouthpiece
Cuz I ain’t about peace, I be like yo I’m out, peace
Come back to mount piece on yo mouth piece
I fire M AR’s mellow (Marshmallow)
So first nigga I see amped (Camped) in a tent wimp
I would (wood) fire like a stock chief
You see me masked down, mad rounds I’m pushing through ya shit
Shots off this can sir (Cancer) gon get yo tumor split
This gon get yo top blew I don’t care who can (hookah) stick
I’m tryna make a St. Lunatic have a saint crucifix
When I say, “mothafucka you is not that nice”
You should rep the fuckin’ brand
Cuz you got fucked up on cam and you fuckin ran
*scratch* Playback, “You got fucked up by Hanz and you fuckin’ ran”
*scratch* Playback, you got chumped by hands
And you ain’t put ya hands back on Hanz
And Hitman supposed to be yo main man and not man
Ain’t even lend a helping hand
You like 38 and still be getting’ fucked up, where they do that at?
A nigga swing on you, you pack yo head and start moving back
Walk out the club like mack daddy
But end up crip and get ya hoovah cracked
Still wanna be a Mac?
I’ll steal yo pro-grams if you fail to run I’ll boot reboot a Mac
Name a battle you run in New York, shit the way Clips did you
I honestly feel like I could use a bullet out of Clips pistol
Like, I would leave ya son behind ya earth like it was night time nigga
Now wait, sun, earth, night time nigga
Well I Will son yo earth with this night, time nigga
Ya bitch marry yo brotha (Mario Bros)
She been down a lot of pipelines nigga
I grab that Paul Walker through the skyline nigga
Stop tryna front for the cam, you ain’t no hood rapper
I had brick nicks stuffed in my kicks, I’m a good trapper
Mr. Denzel Washington, you’re a good actor
I got a clip full of Smack battles, tell em to hold you
Cuz what’s in this vault will get you pushed backwards
Get shot, big choppa, same cap, Rich Dolarz
This some shit you won’t make out, lip locker
Heard you got 10 kids, they got a bitch father
I clap baby baby, Big Poppa
I said the Fif knock juice out yo muthafuckin s-curl
Can’t hold this choppa still when it shoot, it make a S curl
I been killin’ niggas since a misdemeanor
Tell ya boys don’t stand around when you get washed, the mist is meaner
Two hands come together I’m clappin’ I aint blushin’ shit
Put rounds on yo body that’s a leopard print
Easy to make yo hoe tell, I ain’t have to check in, start guessing it
Give you an early wake up call, I’m the receptionist
I POP EYES, get yo COLONEL FRIED, if this KF cease (KFC) up
I’m hitting LEGS, THIGHS, BREAST with it
You supposed to be the SEASONED vet? I’m too fresh with it
They just brought me to take to spot, look where the recession is
But you seen me, packin’ a mac in the back of the Ac’ T-Rex shit
Mac rounds throw your cap down, T-Rex shit
Y’all respect this nigga? He made a whole blog bout T-Rex dick
I saw that blog and saw rainbows, finger waves, you snappin’ yo neck shit
Between that and you bringing extra shit ‘round dickhead vs dizaster
You got a mothafuckin nigga problem
Ya moms fuck bitches, you got a mother fuckin’ nigga problem
See that’s this mothafuckin nigga problem
I can solve it cuz I spark heat
You sniffin’ that Eddie Cain slowin’ down ya Five Heartbeats
You ran on the broken leg, boy you designed for track meets
Talkin’ about you pack heat, my nigga you pack seats
This cat sweet, but you’re a captain marketable
Well I cap 10 cuz y’all threw a mark at a bull
44’s be through ya door, the chrome will smoke
You going to sleep for the bread, that’s a comatose
I’ll have your whole family in despair when this pair
In that trap house it won’t be a big sphere
This year, cutting niggas off with this shit, you trash bruh
Plasma, you a big square

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