[Round 1: Aye Verb]
Okay fans, out of the gate let's get one thing straight
In my eyes Diz' is not a great, he's out of place, out of date
Sloppy, lyrically out of shape
I'm muddy water, he fresh water, a pond, a lake
The reason that you failed in URL
Cause you couldn't reel your street n***as in
Cause you didn't have nothing on them lines
Translation: he don't got the bait
Let's not debate, he's distant, type to send a missile and hide his face
I'm different, vicious, vindictive, this Saddam verse Jeffrey Dahmer case
Me and you have nothing in common, comma, wait
Cause when I spit, n***as body's shake, I send opponents souls outer space
When you go, the crowd be like "Ugh! f**!"
n***a yo bars give n***as that same feel as when the condom break
Morphine injection, before I chop up my patients
I make sure they in a common state
Cause words I throw can get surgical...it's time for doctor operate
Preshow, every time I land in Cali I expect a certain vibe
Purple skies, different vibes, n***as lying, b**hes, "hi!"
Getting high, whipping rides I never get to drive
You bring extra sh** around dickhead?
You getting circumcised
Extra sh** around dick head, you getting...nevermind
Tonight I'ma k** you, but I am gon send you out in sstyle
I just need to know, what's your shirt, your size, turban and purple tie
What you want? Box with little Arabic inserts inside?
You want ya hearse covered in Slurpee signs, what?
I don't f** with this n***a, I been waiting to k** him for a long time
I hope y'all know my slogan, when it's go time it's SHOWTIME!
This the part of the movie when the k**ing starts
What you nerds ain't ever seen New Jack City before?
I ride up on a llama, gripping a llama, Diz' who I'm asking for
Boom box playing flute music snakes come out the baskets for
Let rip with one arm, spray y'all ba*tards
Back the llama up and it's the same sh** in reverse
Like spelling "radar" backwards
You out of control you on some sh**
You got you a little bodies but none of them bodies is nothing like me
I'm in the [?] right now, I'm good standing, never on my knee
I knock him out, go like "this" and scream y'all sh**
That's "KOTD!"
[Round 1: Dizaster]
All them Arabic jokes you keep on saying gon' get your a** shot
I will take that black girl you brought with you
And I'ma leave her with a smashed twat
I'ma hit that sh** from the back and I'ma make her a** pop
She said f**ing you like being in a plane crash
Not because I'm Arab, but because I destroyed her little black box
This guy came up here looking like an LL Cool J fan
I mean scratch that, he came up here looking like the Kool Aid Man
How the f** you gonna tell me that this motherf**er is top tier?
When he literally looks like he broke through the walls when he got here
Last time you came to the Bay
They remember you for letting the blicker spray
And bullets ricocheting and hitting Swift McVeigh
But tonight you showed up looking like a b**h today
I mean normally you have them curls plain
But tonight you rocking them in a different way
Ladies and gentlemen it's the man that's about to audition for Kid N' Play
You literally look like Kid and Play
Get the f** out of my face you black Nick Lachey
What was that sh** about circumcising?
This motherf**er's such a b**h when the doctor went to circumcise him
He said, "Nah I ain't gonna do that sh**
Cause I don't wanna damage all the nerves inside him
I have never seen such a perfect hymen."
Verb is such a f**ing b**h
He won't go out to the club unless his hurr/hair is shinging
And so one day he said, "f** it
I'ma go with my sh** nappy. Wearing the same shirt that I'm in"
I wanna be like boys for once, I'm sick of the person I've been
For the first time in
God knows how long, he finally made up his mind then
The inner girl inside him said, "Verb, grab the curling iron"
He went to perm it, suddenly heard some sirens
Got nervous and accidentally burned his eyelids
You need to watch out where you swinging that thing
You could've been permanently blinded
I mean you could say the curling iron damn near permafried him
Anyways, later on that day
I went to the club and searched for Verb to find him
Soon as I got up front he was right there, perfect timing
Except I couldn't recognize him
At first cause he looked like a different person without a purse beside him
Verb is such a b**h, f** a record label, he wants Tory Burch to sign him
You live in a world where happiness means
Instant gratification from the purchases of worthless items
From you gold iPhone cases
Them rims on the whip you currently driving
That jacket, that j**elry, that shirt, those diamonds
How do you expect to advance any further rhyming
When every pair of Jordan's come out
Your only concern in life is to be the first that buys them?
Your wants and needs in life is your enemies
You're gonna get murdered by them
What happened to real men? Nah, what happened to men?
Men are not supposed to stand in front of the mirror
Trying to be like girls and look perfect like them
p**y!
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
I heard Diz' gal was a freak and she in love with brothers
She said she f** with n***as cause our dicks bigger
And we don't f** with rubbers
Flew into St. Louis to kick it with me, you know, get her drunk to f** her
Hit a couple spots, got her slopped
After every 4 bars she scream "WHOOO!" like the crowd in this motherf**er
See how I did that Diz?
That's called being composed like a veteran's suppose
See in this room you good as gold
But lyrically you can't match what I compose
So on the lens I'm in control, this how it goes
Motherf**er you're a worker, Lush tell you when to dig a hole
I'm a boss, I just tell my n***as put you in one, sh** I just pick the hole
Big difference, no gimmick, this clip is volcanic
Straight from Canada, it's Organik
How I can snipe anybody in the body from any face on the planet
Soon as I get the call, "Verb, get to war, can him"
Knock a patch out him size of a whiffle ball
Shoot him from what you call, Kansas
Every shot I throw I pull a different card, Gambit
Y'all Mayweather? He stay dinner, this flow will put him on the canvas
Dammit, y'all ain't catch it? The flow? The canvas?
That's the same sh**
I give you motherf**ers a show, I don't just be saying sh**
A k**er in this league, I wreck sh**, like a mad train
I get 50 when I'm hot and get 30 in a bad game
I don't give a f** about yo damn name or your campaign
You just here for me to punch on
So Dizaster and Everlast the same sh**, just a bag name
I'm all up in yo' house wearing you out
First round was the murder, second rounds the funeral
Third round is the burial, pick your pallbearers out
[Round 2: Dizaster]
You called yourself a boss, bro, save that sh** trick
Cause bosses don't get chased in parking lots like b**hes
Oh yeah, the sight of that watching it would've been beautiful
You was supposed to squab the dude, I mean it's just a fight bro
What could they possibly do to you?
That sh** was supposed to be a fight, until you turned it into a chase
Just like every other f**ing Washington Mutual
And the funny thing is he got away before they stomped his a**
I mean there's footage of this sh** online, they put this mark on blast
And when they told him, you know how he responded back?
He said, "Derrty, I wasn't running I was just walking fast."
You're a f**ing joke to us Verb, you're gonna clap who?
You pack tools? Let me guess, you're gonna blast me too
And then activate the strap by backing it up with some gay a** f**ing dance move
Well if you got them cannons did you bring them over here with you?
I mean you went through customs at the airport
Surely you had to go through some issues
I mean did they at least pull you over and strip you?
No?
Nothing?
You just walked through the f**ing metal detector and they didn't even notice them with you?
See what I think is, you're a f*g who raps about guns
But you don't hold no credentials
But in Oakland we all know this that's why we don't hold it against you
We know you a hoe Verb, you already know why we booked you
For them "clever metaphors that you spit"
This is California b**h
We don't wanna hear about the wars that you been through
b**h I got so many a**ault rifles in my storage unit
I could afford to throw you a pistol
See what you doing is trying to go to war with a pitbull
When your core is built like a 4 year old Shih Tzu
So I'ma roll up into ya studio while your homies are recording with you
And K.O. you so f**ing hard that the force that hits you
Will feel like an Ethiopian Cobra kissed you
And everybody in this Oakland venue
Gon' witness me sliding morphing into Yoshimitsu
When I hold you up and slit ya throat with a broken Ginsu
And keep poking so many holes up in ya thick skull
That moment that I swing the sword against you
I'ma galge in a circular motion and keep poking into ya solar plexus
Til I deform your organ tissue and leave you
On the corner of the table folded like a f**ing order menu
[Round 3: Aye Verb]
See hip hop has us brainwashed
That it's a negative to have education or accomplishments
Cause consumers praise, guns, murder and d**, you know that kind of sh**
Seems like I can keep it real with you people, you know be honest with
Well if I wasn't s god damn good looking
And my rap career wasn't promising
I would've finished honors college and been a psychologist
Now the first thing you learn in these studies is common sense
Whatever your patient appears to be, he's the opposite
So if you would've came to my office to have a talk and sit
I would've opened your file, had a coffee sip, glanced at it
And an*lyze you in seconds, this one's easy, this sh** is obvious
Big bad Arabic terrorist who takes pictures posing with loaded weapons
Wow, that's unexpected, n***a stop jeffin'
Cause I can read through your perception persona and dissect it
I really think you are from the hood, just not respected
And you scared, you want protection, being scared brings out aggression
From my perspective, you want people to think
That you out here riding reckless in that direction
When the conclusion is, you were messed with
Your real parents probably treated you like a step kid
Your sister was probably the first woman you had s** with
Hit depression, became aggressive
The movie GI Joe you became obsessed with
Started to set trip
Started taking pictures holding choppers like you gon' wet sh**
But my guess is, nah...nah, you ain't hard b**h, you harmless
You just got a fascination with weapons you ain't gon' wreck sh**
You just collect sh**
Now for my next trick, all that wild sh** sound good
But you trying too hard Diz', n***a I could read your childhood
n***a yo daddy probably was a king somewhere, y'all own oil and gold
You probably grew up in a palace like I'm Coming To America
Except Eddie had lions and tigers, you had goats and ghosts
Like any teenager you start tripping with dad and start stressing on him
That's when he decided to teach you a lesson
And show you life in its lesser form
That's when he moved you to the hood in LA
Awww sh**, you street now, you think you got it going on
Til he transferred you to an all black school back in 1992
While the war of Desert Storm was going on
So every day you probably got picked on
"Let's jump him, that's an Iraqi" bullies you had to adapt with
You had to learn to do something black quick
You tried shooting baskets but you couldn't read a back pick
And got laughed at and that's when you tried this rap sh**
See hip hop started with the black kids
It was our rhythm that boom/clap sh**, our pa**ion
But when Eminem started spazzing it certified that the white boys had sh**
I'm only speaking facts, let me ask them, nah I'm ask him
Name for me one rapper that's ma**ive with your look or your people's accent
There ain't none, you wasting your time, you moving backwards
A common job for y'all is engineering go do that sh**
You not authentic, you manufactured
This just an act that you just practice and mastered
From our actions to the weed smoke to the tats
Our hip hop, you jacked it
And threw it on like it's a jack just for fashion
Give it back Diz', unsnap it or I'ma snatch it
Bar for bar, you average, your pen game dirty
Won't let no foreigners run hip hop, b**h Jin ain't work
So how you figure you got the opportunity to be the next soon to be?
C'mon Diz', you ain't fooling me, the whole thing is just buffoonery
You been battling for 14 years, you missed your time it's too late, truancy
Be honest with yourself
Not to mention, when we speaking, it's confidential
When we talking it just you and me
Today I seen emotion coming up out of you
I mean we making progression
But my time is over lil' homie, Lush, send in my next session
[Round 3: Dizaster]
Give us he rap sh** back, he wants the jacket back
That whole f**ing concept is lame
Every other black dude I meet these days is Barack, Jamaal, Hussein
So if I cna't f**ing rap then why don't you guys give us back our names?
How 'bout this? Let me know how I can spit a track
Tell Farrakhan to give me my f**ing religion back
You wanna talk sh** about my dad? About my dad?
Let's talk some personal sh** about yours, know all this is true
Right Verb, your pop took off when you were 2
And you put that in songs so people feel sorry for you
But your dad was young when he accidentally had you
And he took off in the blue
And I know that part of him is wrong as a father to do
But I don't blame him cause if I had a son like Aye Verb
I would've took off on him too
I'm just saying, but that sh** pisses me off, right?
Don't talk about my dad
The f** do we say about your father?
Your father won a gold Oscar for being New Jersey's #1 home robber
As soon as your mother turned 4 years old
She got pulled over in a stolen Accord
And the po's caught her with coke on her
That was the last time you and your pops both saw her
Those are your role models, my uncles are stock brokers
Your uncles are broke stockers
b**h I got the bloodline of a war monger
My sh** bates back to known martyrs
You go the bloodline of a Mississippi poor farmer
You not expected to go far in life
When your forefathers were floor moppers
And your mother would sell crack to her own daughter
Just so she can make a littl emore dough off her, b**h!
Stupid mark, where the f** have you been?
If you were smart you would've kept it moving
I'm a human consuming shark, body parts get chewed in
I'm ripping these dudes apart, what you contribute to the movement?
What's your influential part?
You ain't nothing but a music chart pursuing pop culture artist that's ruining the art
I'll rip you and everybody in the lou' apart
I'll leave the St. Louis arc in ruins
After I post up and hit it with a supercharge Hadoken
f** a Don Demarco, when I rap all you hear is a sound from space
Like "pssst. We have a problem Houston."
I'm over your head like LA smog pollution
This is life of a lost angel, my problems don't got solutions
No happy endings like Vietnam ma**euses
I use my fists cause talking's useless
f** a philosophy, I'm not Confucius
You hadn me this book and tell me to read it
Then I'll beat you with it repeatedly til you develop large contusions
Go into a coma and wake up talking like a graduated college student
I'll gnaw your arm off you, start to puncture you with sharper tools than pharmaceutical needles doctors use to inject kids at hospital ICU's with
You get chalked out like the top part of a pool stick
And get found underneath the water at the bottom of a pool
With oxygen removed quick from your esophagus
You ain't popping no tools b**h
Your squad never do sh**
I'm KRS, you Jay-Z, all you ever did was copy my Blueprint
You wanna do what Verb?
I advise you not to do it
Stay positioned, call my army or the swat hostage unit
This ain't the part of the story where the bomb diffuses
And the FBI wins cause Osama loses, no
This is the part of the script where the bomb goes off
Sending a spark thorugh an open box of fuses
That's fused to a fuselage fueled by rocket fuel
b**h I'm not human, I'm a toxic mutant
A cross between Mirko Cro Cop on embalming fluid
With...with...another Mrko Cro Cop when I'm bombing fluid
You get socked out 'til your eyeballs get unscrewed
ANd your eye sockets get glued onto my two fists
I'll stomp you like this was 1942
When you were caught being Jewish walking through unit
I'll toss you in the air and slam you on a large body Buick
Lay you down on the gorund of your living room
And Mortal Kombat stomp you through it
Until you're laying on the floor of your bottom apartment unit
b**h, this the Bay p**y!
Well keep doing your Thug Life
And banging your heat 'til your chapstick drops
You should quit rapping, you're more known for them funny a** f*ggot blogs
You're like a black Daniel Tosh, you're like an African Asher Roth
All that gum flapping about ya guns clapping has to stop
You URL rappers yap a lot, but f** rapping
In real life this is what would happen if he even threatened to blast a shot
I'll look at him with that poker face, right
Then I rapidly pull out a dagger and stab you in so many random spots
I'll send your a** into an anaphylactic shock
You try to pull that strap then I smack him
And snatch that Glock out of your hand
And twist it and clap you with it before you even have a chance to talk
Chaz just stop, you don't wanna shadowbox
Catastrophic effects I have on cats who cross me
Get smacked and tossed, dragged across a bathtub
And acid washed until his body matter turns into apple sauce
f*ggot, you ain't sh** to me
You little p**y, I'm the best in the world
So after this you ain't nothing but a b**h
Starving for attention like my ex girl
I'll put Aye Verb's face in a box; S Curl
Hold on, hold on, I don't think I even prepared a finisher
So I'ma come with a rhyme style that could hair diminish her
This guy right here would rather
Sit there in the heat and bare the temperature
He'd rather spend all his money on hair conditioner
Then repair his air conditioner
This guy would rather trade his liver than see his hair get thinner
He has reoccurring nightmares of being chased by a giant pair of scissors
Razor blades and trimmers, hairless wizards
The only reason we in the Bay cause he wouldn't dare stop foot in LA cause he scared of the Clippers