Aye Verb vs. Illmaculate [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Illmaculate]

This’ll be a Total Slaughter, speaking of that whole mess
You know, Em’s reality show, hand full of known vets
Round 1 him and Big T on a closed set
No crowd, no boos, no bias, no sweat
Spoiler Alert! Did he choke? Yes!
Shit they had to pick a winner based off who choked… less
You do all this extra shit to make lines crazy when they’re not
You’re an actor and that extra shit is basically your props
See you choked on the show in front of Shady on the spot
And couldn’t come off the head, hmmm..
Ironic, I’m the one that’s wavy off the top
My style is ungodly as Satan’s judgment cross with the saviors comin
I go hard in the paint, even the shots that you make are nothing
Lebron when he’s playing Duncan, you (?) the waves
I put a part in the waves you brushin
I’ll have the fuckin guardian angels duckin
I rip em apart from the ankles, crush em
Roll em up in a paper and have you puff em
Have you trippin like Smokey in front of the car when he’s naked runnin
“Take it easy homes” or get your guardian angels dusted
Fuck it, talk trash, ask him when he blogged last
Bet it’s recent, your fraud ass should get together with Jessie Rican
And do a podcast… every weekend
Go ahead find a better scapegoat, I’m a educate folks
For that paper I’ll smash til your flesh is made pulp
He keep acting hard boiled he can get his egg yolked
We’ll either see him “calm it” or die from a punch
This the heavens gate code
Dog this is hard vers’ ignorant pride
Smart intelligent lines vers’ garbage filler that rhymes
Verb, if you not as willing to die it’s harder filling the lie
This Pac’s Ambitionz to Ride vers’ Lost Ambition the Tribe
Verb, this is why URL don’t respect you, you’re too worn out
You used to spit fire, lukewarm now
I’ll brainstorm in huge storm clouds above your roof poured down
And drown everybody in that 2 horse town
You ain’t won outside the Lou for awhile good luck trying to do more now
For 2 more rounds I’m Diddy’s 10 stacks
Goodz cup and the New York crowd
And off top, you know how I know this guy’s eager
And I’m in his head like a fuckin mind reader?
Cuz now he’s bitching out talking over here to Malathon
Trying to play time keeper
I’ll put blood all over your nice T-Shirt
Turn around and use your fucking wife beater as my knife cleaner

[Round 1: Aye Verb]

It’s 90 degrees out hurr, still I hopped off the plane rockin a coat tho
Dolo, bumpin’ Dre, ready to put the Beats on, Solo
I ride up, big bird out the stolo, that’s a dodo
Rock him and leave Mexican spots everywhere, El Pollo Loco
Last time I was here I was sick, I couldn’t flow yo
But still I’m the Lord Of This Ring, you get it Froto?
The fans told Lush, pull strings bring him back, guess I’m a yoyo
But I understand
Every time I step on stage I can’t give you niggas a cold show
I only can play to my opponents
And you can’t do donuts and showboat driving a Cobalt
Let’s go, you in the underground, back packers, neck hackers
I’m from the underworld, strap clappers, pack trappers
You wouldn’t last in URL, a room full of serpents
Heroin head fans, showing up to the battle with yellow eyes, on purpose
I’m certain, you niggas ain’t squirting you niggas surface
Fourth time I done battled out here and they don’t even search us
I pat his bitch on the ass she like “no Verb I’m with Illmaculate
You know you black guys got the fattest dicks
I let you smash he gon be mad as shit”
I told her “Shhh! Seal it bitch, vacuum it”
Then pulled out this dick, vacuum it
30 seconds left in this round, guess I’ma rap to him
You nerds be real smart online, fuckin braniacs
Y’all meet me then go retro, that mean I take it back
Headshot to go with the line, nigga that mean take it back
I go to war with 4 5’s a 9 and a couple bats
I take everything, clepto, maniac
I shut down y’all city like how Bane react
Matter fact this showtime shit y’all waiting to hear
Trust me, we got all day for that

[Round 2: Illmaculate]

That was alright
But the shit I pull out is rarely seen… a James Bond gadget
I’ll put you on faces of death, a séance happening
I paint pictures under pressure, you a crayon snapping
Your names not matching, why is Aye Verb always talking
I thought a verb’s based on action?
See you’ll lose then you’ll try to weasel out it
You’ll blog about how weak the crowd is
How you loss and how, mmm they won’t even count it
Cuz your week was crowded
Well, you talk about it, be about it
You lost a round, people doubted, but start…
Coughing now, I put you in a coffin now then beat you out it
I’ll grab the Hanso blade, slide it out of its sheek
This’ll be ironed out before you pull the iron out with the beam
You’ll get body then dump your body down a riveen
Have his jug spraying blood after I make the cut
Like trying out for the team
Dog these top slots ain’t given, you gotta earn your keep
Funny since Hitman you’ve been on a getting murdered streak
Shotty with a body, against Caustic that verse was weak
You was Dr. King in a boxing ring cuz you opted not to swing
And just turned a cheek
I guess losing’s the new winning and choking’s the new spittin
Just interview em, “if it ain’t Smack it don’t count”
That’s your opinion viewing?
Now he’s switching rules and picking/choosing
It’s a big confusion cuz y’all don’t judge shit
And not single dude in URL admit to losing
In conclusion that top tier position you in is just a big illusion
I still ain’t as impressed how you building a big rep
Off of losing a series then blogging how you feel when you get swept
This top tier is reserved for a few killers, he’s distressed
Cuz we thought you was a star but you was never really even there
You’re Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense
See we vets out west, y’all are basically beginners
Smack birthed the generation of the craziest spitters
But these URL cats are too fake to be considered
Every battle’s like the first Hunger Games if you remember
Just 2 pussies walking away both claiming they’re the winners

[Round 2: Aye Verb]

Battle contracts vers’ Verb used to have perks for signing
Now he’s more concerned about his perfect lining
Then the words he’s rhyming
He used to be climbing now his works declining
You were hot, now you’re cold, I reversed your climate
Under all that tough shit is a person, a hymen
In a little boy contest you’re the first to chime in
So fuck all that talking and all that lying
You come to Cali and get schooled, I’m your worst assignment
Man, shut up nigga! You think people really like that shit?
Boy you buggin, there’s one word that describes an MC, substance
You rap “multi’s, personals, jokes” that’s nothing
As a kid I went thru winter without a coat that didn’t zip, I rap struggle
I will not be disrespected, no way, I’m from the hood Jack
Last round this Mexican crossed the line, something your people good at
But fuck that 2 minute rounds, y’all ain’t book me for a long time
Fuck the preview, let’s let that beef brew in 3D too
So it’s… (SHOWTIME!)
I ride up in a Mazda 6 trolling your shit
Going 20 miles an hour while I’m loading that clip
I see Mac and smash the gas until 100 it get
Then downshift and make it rain while I Tokyo Drift
I put a 40 in his bitch mouth, yeah open yo shit
I ain’t gon shoot her but down to gut her (gutter) like bad bowling & shit
Whip out that knife and stab the side til the side of her hip
Lay her flat and stare at Mac while I open that bitch
Illmac vers’ Aye Verb, see what the fuss is about?
Y’all say my name, they send that bread, I come put blood in they mouth

[Round 3: Illmaculate]

Keep talkin slick with that foul mouth shit
Thinking I’m a square that’s an angle I’ma round out with
I ain’t from a cow town I’m making outbound trips
Cats think all I got is nerd bars, right? So how bout this…
This a (?) wigs prior to decease fire in Germany
Your penny is for thoughts, the bit coins deep cyber net currency
Simulation theory they designed him perfectly
Adely, Obsolete, foul breached by security and rewire your circuitry
Nano technician, (?) collision, black holes and astro projections
When I battle I travel dimensions and reality hangs in suspension
Go ahead say Illmac’s nerd, that’s word
But did I say, you’ll need a gleaming sword from Singapore
And something about a fight scene in Thor?
No, that’s Verb, saying Illmac’s nerd, that’s word
But did I say “I’m a lyrical whirlwind” No! That’s Verb
Better bring that Hollow in ST standard back Verb
That Hitman last verse, yeah that Verb
Not that trash versus Dizaster cuz that Verb is a has-been, crash burn, Facts Verb, you act like that weapon blow but you can’t let it go
It’s the last word, damn Verb, any last words?
Shit with Swave you compared battle rap to a school, huh?
I mean you said no nerds at the cool table is rule one
Well I’ll be the nerd that ends up shooting the school up
Tooled up, itching to clap everything
From Principal Smack to Arsonal’s school bus
In the hall strapped, all black, fuckin making a class, Lush gave me a pass
Wanting a mag for every cup cake that you snatched
Off my lunch plate in the past
Tell him he flirting with death, acting all inertly aggressive
I’m on my turbo booster wifi chip searching the web purchasing weapons
You at the cool table ridiculing, but cool is personal preference
Fuck a person’s acceptance
How many cool kids will get killed in school shootings
Before y’all learn to respect us?
I’m talking battler 2013 that was obvious and clear
But this one they’ll say I slayed him like Buffy
And gimme body of the year
Let’s go!

[Round 3: Aye Verb]

I have characteristics of The Joker minus his gruesome features
It’s a difference between when you trying to win a battle
Vers’ a nigga who ain’t trying to beat you
See I figured this out, when I get booked over here
It’s not for my talent or the bars I spit
I could rap my heart out and not slaughter him
Y’all pay me for the argument, pay-per-view, my fans order it
You get the market that you targeting
You get to stand in front of a street rapper
And prove you just as hard as them
They get to react to every trick in your paltry
Ill listen to me my nigga, this ain’t how you started this…
I didn’t even take a water sip and it has to hurt
To be a force in my world, nigga you gotta be a factor first
And the fact is you’re not a factor
First I built my land, you gotta come to my world and beat me
You wanna break my brand
So they fly me out here like “Verb take these bands”
You gon take a fight with Illmac but y’all gon take my hands? Man…
By this crowd I been called Porch Monkeys and Coons
And y’all expected me to go harder?
It’s cool y’all can treat me like a nigga, just remember
I’m a nigga that drink cold water
I’m the overlord, when I get overboard I snatch all the swords
Snatch your body and put you in the open, lord
This ain’t war, this is me and you in a match this simple
Shut yo tiny ass up boy, ain’t no man this little
See I’m confused, it’s this crown that you jumping off
Nigga how long did Conceited (?) the same night?
You ain’t a rapper, you a jumpoff
Aye Verb versus Illmac, see what the fuss is about?
They say my name, I bring that bread I come put blood in that mouth

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