Illmaculate - Illmaculate vs Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Illmaculate] This will be a total slaughter… speaking of that whole mess You know, Em's reality show, a handful of known vets Round 1: him and Big T on a closed set No crowd, no boo's, no bias, no sweat Spoiler alert: did he choke? …YES sh**, they had to pick a winner based off of who choked... LESS You do all this extra sh** to make lines crazy when they're not You're an actor and that extra sh** is basically your prop See, you choked on the show, in front of Shady, on the spot And couldn't come off the head… Hmpf, ironic I'm the one that's wavy off the top! Dawg, my style is ungodly It's Satan's judgement crossed with the savior's coming I go hard in the paint Even the shots that you make are nothin' LeBron when he's playing Dunkin I'll put a part in the waves you brushin' I'll have the motherf**ing guardian angels duckin' I'll rip him apart from the ankles, crush him Roll him up in a paper and have you puff on how you trippin', like Smokey in front of the car when he's naked, runnin' "Take it easy, holmes…" or get your guardian angels dusted! Talk trash, ask him when he blogged last; bet it's recent Your fraud a** should get together with Jesse Rican And make a podcast, every weekend Go ahead, find a better scapegoat, I'ma educate folks For that paper I'll smash 'til your flesh is made pulp He keep acting hard-boiled, he can get his egg yoked We'll either see him calm it… Or die from a punch; this the Heaven's Gate cult This is hard verse' ignorant pride Smart intelligent lines verse' garbage filler that rhymes Verb, if you not as willing to die, it's harder feeling alive This Pac's ambition to ride verse' lost ambition to try This is why URL don't respect you, you're too worn out You used to spit fire… lukewarm now I brainstorm and huge storm clouds Above your roof pour down And drown everybody in that two horse town You ain't won outside the Lou for a while Good luck tryin' to do more now For two more rounds I'm Diddy's ten 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 f**ing mind reader? ‘Cause now he's b**hing out over here Talking to Malathion, tryin' to play timekeeper I'll put blood all over that nice t-shirt, turn around And use your f**ing 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 Polio 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, Frodo? The fans told Lush, "Pull strings, bring him back!" Guess I'm a yoyo, but understand Every time I get on stage I can't give you n***as 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, net 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 n***as ain't squirtin', you n***as surface Fourth time I done battled out here And they don't even search us I pat his b**h on the a**, 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 sh**." I told her "Shhh! Seal it, b**h, vacuum it!" Then peeled out this dick, "Vacuum it!" 30 seconds left in this round, guess I'ma rap to him You nerds be real smart online, f**ing braniacs Y'all meet me, then go retro; that mean I take it back Head shot to go with the line, n***a; that mean take it back I go to war with 4-5's, a 9 and a couple bats I take everything; cleptomaniac I shut down y'all city how like Bane react Matter of fact, this showtime sh** y'all waiting to hear Trust me, we got all day for that [Round 2: Illmaculate] The sh** I pull out is rarely seen; a James Bond gadget I'll put you on Faces of d**h, a seance happenin' I paint pictures under pressure, you a crayon snappin' Your name's not matchin'; why is Aye Verb always talking? I thought a verb is 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 lost and how they won't even count it ‘Cause your week was crowded Well, you talk about it, be about it You lost a round, people doubted, but start coughing now I'll put you in a coffin now and beat you out it I'll grab the Hanzo blade, slide it out of it's sheath This'll be ironed out before you pull the iron out with the beam You'll get bodied, then dump your body down a ravine Have his jug spraying blood After I make the cut, like trying out for the team! Dawg, these top slots ain't given, you gotta earn your keep Funny since Hitman you've been on a getting-murdered streak Shotty would've bodied, against Caustic that verse was weak You was Dr. King in a boxing ring ‘Cause you opted not to swing and just turned the cheek I guess losing is the new winning And choking is the new spitting; just interview him "If it ain't Smack it don't count" – that's your opinion viewin'? Now he's switching rules and picking/choosing It's a bit confusin', cause y'all don't judge sh** And not a single dude in URL admit to losin' 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, them blogs And how you feel when you get swept This top tier is reserved for a few k**ers, he's distressed ‘Cause we thought you was a star, but you was never really 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 two pussies walking away Both claiming they're the winners [Round 2: Aye Verb] Battle contracts vers' Verb used to have perks for signin' Now he's more concerned about his perfect linin' Than the words he's rhymin' He used to be climbin', now his works declinin' You were hot, now you're cold; I reversed your climate Under all that tough sh** is a person, a hymen In a little boy contest you're the first to chime in So f** all that talking and all that lyin' You come to Cali and get schooled; I'm your worst a**ignment Man, shut up, n***a! You think people really like that sh**? Boy, you buggin' There's one word that describes an MC: substance You rap "multi's, personals, jokes," that's nothin' As a kid I went through 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 f** that! Two-minute rounds Y'all ain't book me for a long time; f** the preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too, so it's... (SHOWTIME!) I ride up in a Mazda 6 trolling your sh** Going 20 miles an hour while I'm loading that clip I see Mac and smash the gas until 100 it hit Then downshift and make it rain while I Tokyo drift I put a 40 in his b**h mouth, yeah, open your sh** I ain't gon shoot her, but down to gut her Like bad bowling and sh** 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 b**h 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 talking slick with that foul mouth sh** Thinking I'm a square, that's a angle I'ma round-out with I ain't from a cowtown, I'm making outbound trips Cats think all I got is nerd bars, right? So how 'bout this This a blitzkrieg weeks prior 'til the cease fire in Germany Your pennies for thoughts To bitcoins and deep cybernet currency Simulation theory, they designed 'em in perfectly I delete obsolete files, breeze by security And rewire your circuitry Nano technician, Hadron collision Black holes and astral-projection When I battle I travel demensions 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? Nooo! That's Verb! Saying Illmac's nerd, that's word But did I say "I'm a lyrical whirlwind"? Nooo! That's Verb! Better bring that Hollow and SB standard back, Verb That Hitman last verse, yeah, that Verb! Not that trash versus Dizaster ‘Cause that Verb is a has-been that crashed burned 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? 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 who 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 f** making a cla**, Lush gave me a pa** One in the mag for every cupcake that you snatched Off my lunch plate in the past Tell him he flirting with d**h, acting overtly aggressive I'm on my turbo booster wifi chip Searching the web, purchasing weapons You at the cool table ridiculing, but cool as personal preference; f** a person's acceptance! How many cool kids will get k**ed 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 give me body of the year! [Round 3: Aye Verb] I have characteristics of the Joker Minus his gruesome features It's a difference between when you tryin' to win a battle Vers' a n***a who ain't tryin' 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 targetin' You get to stand in front of a street rapper And prove you just as hard as him They get to react to every trick in your parlor trick III, listen, my n***a, 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, n***a, 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 n***a Just remember I'm a n***a 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, that's simple Shut your tiny a** up, boy, ain't no man this little See, I'm confused, it's this crown that you jumping off Hollow and Conceited both smashed you 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