Hollow Da Don - Hollow Da Don vs Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] Look, I said no fronting This n***a be talking 'bout 4's dumping Oh, I'ma give you a seat and beat you with both crutches They said New York n***as don't battle outta state n***a in Texas, I battled the D.A. outta state on a robbery case So when I'm outta town and they popping pounds, I don't feel outta place I actually feel kinda safe, I stand there with the rider face n***a when you came to New York, you was nervous when that plane fell How can I tell? Before the SB battle, he tucked in his chain, hell When my plane fell, I said take me to where they bang shells To where the techs fly and c**aine sells Verb tried to show me to the Arch, who's going to take me to the Westside of Pagedale? I'm either here to f** your girlfriend or here to make your world end And they gon' love me in the Lou like when the club play Whirlwind Real n***as f** with me so now the only choice come to me, bury you here or Montgomery Verb say he waved up, he say he's all brush and grease Perm head n***a, he been using the Just for Me I said sherm head n***a act like my drunk uncle be At fam like damn a cause I jam like Huckabee n***as hit me from Harlem, the sh** read like this n***as telling me either battle Charlie Clips or get off Head I.C.E.'s dick Cause you f**ing with Queens n***as, your head might split Kids running back like, "Mommy, his head's like this!" Hey, I been watchin Word War before N.Y. versus the Lou started And I think you've been running from Yung Illz to be honest Why you battling outta towners when you got n***as in your city bombing It's aight cause I'm popping from Tompkins to Compton I'll drag him from Dawson to Austin, Slauson to Boston We can bang like orangutans and do this from Spain to Maine, mane I even take him to the D in Highland Park and battle with him In Chicago, I'll chew that a** up like Harold's Chicken Your dog is a street soldier so dodge from these heat blowers Revolvers with speed loaders lodged into each shoulder A K so big, I gotta hide it in the garage and then creep over Damn I stumbled a little bit, I had a four and a cream soda I heard he did a song with Jibbs called A Thousand Dollars But what he ain't mentioned is he paid Jibbs a thousand dollars From Astoria Project Housing to Jamaican Ave blocks stay wilding I hit the cell block with a Ox in my shell tops from the Island So when I come home on the one way, n***a when the hand go for the pants like Al Bundy You could be Married With Children, that house gon' to see wild gun play n***a I said n***a you ain't gotta die now but you gon die one day Matter fact, July 26th n***a, die Sunday [Round 1: Aye Verb] I owe this battle to St. Louis All the sh** these streets done for me The support from the b**hes, the hoods, the n***as who bust guns for me Everybody know Verb is no motherf**ing joke but this sh** is fun to me I'm like Mike Tyson at 21, everybody know I'ma f** him up and send him home early But he's still excited to come and see Now I feel like how y'all feel, Hollow Da Don, yeah, he a bomb to me His performance iunuunnno, bar for bar he two steps under me Lyrically I'm a windstorm, I make the best emcees look like tumbleweeds So me verse the n***as y'all wanna see? It won't happen, I come at them, they run for me So I only can k** when rap n***as get in front of me I say this n***a ain't no rider, he a motherf**ing coward, hell He don't do dirt, he got that fresh-up-out-the-shower smell I get him lynched in his own city Dress him up like Bin Laden and make him Crip walk where the towers fell But damn that, somebody pull his report card, let me exam that These fraud-a** battle rap n***as, we can't stand that Heard he be snitching, well let me find how he pointing fingers, I'll bring his hand back His promo van, bam that! Whole f**in fam whacked His wifey duct taped, saran wrapped, and Amtraked! See this a damn act, he raving all temperamental You wouldn't murder ink Hollow, you couldn't k** an instrumental Top competitor so Verb will never fail You ain't serving burning shells, you just put words together well See Hollow is a buster, a screamin impostor He beefaroni, I'ma run through him, y'all got to feed me lasagna And whining bout the life the way I'ma do they little potna He been battling Boogeyman, now he on the ring with the monster But this monster something different, something y'all never saw before Verb will eat anything, I'm not a herbivore or carnivore What art of war? He nuts and berries, he said his hood was raided R I went to go and see it but wasn't nothing scary Static with Verb? Down bad I'm on your block, I can get your little heart stabbed Chopped and thrown in lawn bags on they own gra** Warpath, pipe bombs, arms blast, body slings, arm casts Lock him in a room with eight large f*gs For nine minutes, leave him with a torn a** For ten days he had to soak in Epsom salts - warm baths I say I run these streets Hollow, believe it or not I get in the Q, they toss Tips, now watch how his breathing stop His main b**h? Shii, she faster than a cheetah hop She s**ed the juice out a n***a, treat the D like a freezer pop We don't wanna hear them tales about how you bleed the block and make your heater pop Your cheese about thick as a Cheez-It, you wouldn't squeeze on a squeeze it, stop! Number two in the murder rate, these East Coast n***as just don't read a lot I can get your cap twisted faster than turning the two liter top This n***as such a b**h-a** n***a, we can't tell if he's sweet or not I show up with two hammers on me even if we agreed to box Now try that Math Hoffa sh**; swing, I'ma weave the shot Then these n***as? Give you that same treatment that Jesus got I promised him a safe trip home, but y'all know how us do Psyche! Y'all can gun bu*t him, nun chuck him, dump truck him, he ain't from around here, f** dude! [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] This n***a say I'll get the same treatment Jesus got I'm the God emcee, n***a I'm Jesus's pops! You talk about you gon make my breathing stop Kings Highway is where I'm gonna leave his top n***a, you'll never survive! If I wanted to come to Lou' and battle a b**h, I would have called out Ebony Eyes n***a tap dance on that coke, you'll die like Gregory Hines And I'll probably hate you till I'm 75 I said this n***a here, he talking about scary movies but This a scary movie b**h, but I'ma flip it with razor scripts I got a screen face that fits Jason's fists but it's a Wes Craven script Or this could be your Final Destination You can die from vital expirations or spinal separation n***a or get hit by a rhino while it's racing Or I'll act like I'm on a terror, rip you from ear to ear, yeah Cause rather than battle here, you rather go to the Chi Land, drop off the Sears You rather go to the woods and slap box with a bear n***a your flows is as entertaining as Matlock's in the chairs And you just about as real as them two gla** rocks in your ears I said "So who's real, who's not? I'm real, your j**els not." I said this n***a ain't got no piece that he bang No piece that he aim, mane He can't even afford a piece for his chain I said n***a, I hope you have a nervous d**h Get prescribed Percocets and overdose till a nervous d**h And your pregnant wife is born with a birth defect And just for giving the baby life, I even wish the nurse's d**h But wait y'all, that ain't the worsest yet I slept on the church's steps to sneak into his funeral to make sure his hearse gets wrecked n***a, I'ma come on my Em sh**, dive in it and hide for five minutes Come back with a "f** Aye Verb" hat and a t-shirt that says, "I did it" [Round 2: Aye Verb] I got large shoes to fill and Hollow couldn't try em on He told me he was the dopest n***a in Queens, yeah, like I am dumb It's a big difference between a box cutter and a firearm My sh** sound like choirs, drums, triumph songs His sixteens's tough as the Quiet Storm Yeah, he hopped in this fire, but not knowing that it was five-alarm This could only be a fair fight if I was writing for him I was supposed to give Charlie Clips this night of horror They threw Hollow at me, I said, "Naw, I might ignore him." Then Hype told me "Verb, right or wrong This what you do, you a battle rapper, no one cares if you can write a song Gain some more views, take Hollow Da Don on Besides, he ain't even nice, he's some sh** you can go lighter on." I said, "Should I do it?" I'ma go and do this sh** then Hollow started talking sh** Woah! Why would you ignite a bomb? Real sh**, I wasn't comfy when I was out of town But now, I am home and I am armed, I am calm I'm running this battle scene myself, I'm not pa**ing my baton I'm above all y'all, none of y'all can see me, to you, I am God He a giant fraud, new-born vagina hard I been here since B.C. and a little time before Resting with King Kong, I partied with the dinosaurs Slept on stegosaurus's back, I had a pillow made of rhino horns He rap and he did a bid, labels, y'all better sign him, I'm tryna warn Boy Hollow nice around that mic, yeah cause he keep that wire on I'm cold as cryoton, get his crib firebombed Smack him with my iron palm from St. Louis to Cybertron He sweating bullets, but don't blame him, he ain't been around this kind before I got heat surrounding his b**h a**, to him it feels like we got the dryers on But check the bets, they got me winning like ten to five I've been advised, he like to do dumb sh**, he loves to freestyle, likes to improvise My temper rise, we roll up in black tinted rides Hop out, n***as get paralyzed, not penalized Large clips enter rides, cars flip, injure guys I'll beam his whole team up, Starship Enterprise! Too complex for him even when I'm simplified If New York is such a jungle, tell me this: How the f** do n***as like him survive? We terrorize timid guys, cotton shirt, linen guys Light-skinned, slender guys, the target's been identified There could be a long line of rappers who getting signed If he in the front, I'ma jump him like, "Shut up b**h, I been in line!" I'm back popping, got rap in my back pocket You can't beat me with yelling, yapping, and hat copping Not while the street n***as is staring and the hoodrats is watching Cause now that I'm a felon, failing is not an option He walk around bopping like n***as will not rock him The canon (Cannon) like a camera, I scan him and snapshot him Bam, got him! Queens wouldn't give a damn 'bout him I showed up for a slug fest, this n***a was slap boxing But f** Hollow, I got some sh** to get up off my conscience If you from St. Louis and you don't f** with Verb, be a real n***a, make the sh** obvious Don't see me out in public, shake my hand, and pay homage And soon as I walk away, you whisper and make comments Before this battle, Hollow was tryna dig some dirt on me So some clown n***a from here started feeding him knowledge Told him I was a b**h and I wasn't from the hood, some old f** n***a nonsense I'm still gon show him love cause I understand it, don't knock it Cause when you in the game playing, them n***as on the bench hate watching I'm feeling like Superman mixed with that 'Pac sh** You gon need a quarter-brick of that Kryptonite to stop this Don't ask no rappers 'bout me, ask the real n***as 'bout this They'll tell you he cool, he calm, he don't be on that wild sh** He f** b**hes, make profits, and he will knock a n***a unconscious! Arsonal need to stop it without his Uncle Tom sh** Me and Ice is a million miles away, neither one of us don't bomb sh** Don't buy into that battle rapping content