[Round 1: Danny Myers] Yo fans view you as a king … I say to y'all, y'all stop it Cuz what y'all view as a battle he only sees as all profit So I come to you today, exposing a false prophet Versus a Messiah returning to the people, and lost knowledge You all gossip, don't be fooled by this man's lure My mind can't be swayed by delusions of grandeur The damn 4 pistol whip you, dig my kidney shot the meanest Then hit you wit more bullets Than the amount of kids we got between us You get yo hair permed, manicures You shouldn't have made me start with it St. Louis is all in yo blood, even your wrist got a arch in it Since the mid 80s I knew crack dealers that sported slick stacys They threw it in the pot, and whip crazy Til it got a yellow coat like Dick Tracy I'm sick lately, I thought about it after an hour of travel Verb, we bout to have a long talk like the Tower of Babel Let's get biblical, you nasty and ya hoes disgusted That burning bush you talk to Ain't the same one Moses trusted This the bar god, but you'd rather diss the bar god These bars got em, make you lose religion and disregard God Y'all let this heretic be loose with the tongue Y'all don't even guard god I should tuck my pistol and back hand the sh** outta you In front of your guard god I'm appalled at the thought that this b**h would play me Ironic your name is “Chaz” cuz you gon hear that “Ch” in AZ Crazy, these the coldest bars you gon get this winter They doubted if I could eat In front of his presence like Christmas dinner That's a fine girl you bring to your battles That little cool gal tender I was thinking about snatching her from this dude I'll injure I like your taste, that b**h is fine, but for that cream (Kareem) f** your bars (Jabbar), if I catch her in the Lou I'll send her (Alcindor) Remember, you don't wanna test me punk His bars not having kicks is what go SB dunked You get slumped and you on the ground with this sh** This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this sh** Yikes! [Round 1: Aye Verb] When I first heard you rap I was like “Daaayum that n***a's cold!” Then I found out you was 36 And I was like “daaayum that n***a's old!” But never the less you got the glow, and yo it's so interesting Ya rounds, how you a**emble em That penmanship, that relentlessness, is so resembling But the difference is my level of play you get injured in You got pads on playing with 3rd strings, you scrimmaging You ain't proven, you ain't done nothing, n***a, you innocent I got paid to come to yo level, I'm just visiting In front of Verb you don't belong here, you an immigrant You can't be my arch nemesis you got status of apprentices You got bars, but I got bars… life sentences You can't see me, I all around black, n***a that's limo tint Daylyt, John John, I swear I wasn't gon k** again Please forgive me father, your son is about to sin again It's simpleton We can't go back and forth over the net n***a, that's Wimbleton I make the, thoughts wander in your head Like you remembering I remember when, first time I shot at a n***a, I was trembling Biting down all on my teeth, face grimacing Pretty boy is what y'all see, it's what my image is Well let me give you the real me, a couple images I was on foot with tan, a little tree on the side That's Timberland And I learn how to treat that girl, I'm a gentleman Tell yo b**h to open up wide, the dentist in I'm in her face but I'm mostly her a** just like a dimple in You from South Central LA? I don't care where you live Your white T I red/read that; I'm not illiterate Bar God! Got me trippin on y'all soil Heat rise than I wet that ride, come get your car boiled Contract, put it in stone a beast come out; I'm a Gargoyle Under the shell this n***a yellow inside, this n***a hard boiled Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see what the fuss is about? You say my name, they send that bread I come put blood in they mouth [Round 2: Danny Myers] Don't make a f**ing sound I light that M-16 covey covered ground So the next time you “ride up” on a n***a It's gon be on a hover round You old power up a** n***a, now face this predator action Yo bars in Showtime mode is my regular rappin' Verb, this that West sh**, don't ever disrespect it You give 'em Showtime, I give 'em Netflix If a n***a call you a b**h, you call him a b**h back! I'll slap you like a b**h and yo b**h could get b**h slapped We with that, drama sh**, metal firing, fellow dying I always got a leg up on these cats like Yellow Lion That's Voltron, whole time I be stomping him with the piece out .40 under his chin, put his roof in the sky, that's a tree house I peep out all the places he be at Then I start firing cuz I wet n***as When I want to like HAARP scientists Talking bout he keep thousands in his pocket Watch them guns come wildin' A pair of ‘matics (paramedics) pump on his chest if I see one 1,000 Guns pointed at 2 of his kids, he can let em die or he can pay It's like the results of a battle Bullets going to/two one either way Bury this n***a 6 feet deep then let the shovel hit you I'll lay Aye Verb out flat, let me level with you Yo iffy team's a joke, I'm ending this dude Strong left, but if he seen both his chin will get bruised Let me catch you flossin chains You'll be draggin off them ropes Like Ricky Steamboats finishing move I don't negotiate with busters, I just grip steel and clap Til this p**y here (hair) gone; that's a Brazilian wax I caught Verb in traffic He was in a Trans Am with some damn haters I ain't know what the f** they was talking bout That's why I hit his Trans later No man greater, my team snatch 'em They stick 'em in the forest Or I may just fif him with a Taurus Feel me? Cuz if you was born on May 5th then you a Taurus This is bars and these top tier n***as can't ignore it And even though he already on the ground with this sh** This wack MC got a whole other round of this sh** [Round 2: Aye Verb] Every time I give one of you n***as a shot I always hear this lame sh** “Verb ain't never seen nothing like-” Shut up s**a I seen it all and all you n***as do the same sh** Y'all get in front me, rap y'all f**ing heart out But not hard enough to change sh** Cuz it ain't about bars, you meaty head motherf**er It's how you say sh** 2 minute rounds they ain't book me for a long time f** the preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too Soooo It's (SHOWTIME!) Okay let's get into that Verb sh**, that wordsmith This gift that I was cursed with, that flip a bird sh** Ride up, reverse it, shirts get rang out; that's a purchase Do a n***a greasy for that chicken; that's churches Shouts' to where Durk lives, Chiraq n***a I ride up, empty out that clip Have 'em sitting up in the seat like the Imax n***a This ain't Danny vs Verb This Verb vs my last verse, there's no comparison The sh** I do on this stage is ungodly, you can't compare a sin Shotgun, buck shots You and ya brother both share blood, that's the same pop You and ya brother share blood, same Pop This where the game stops Time to put you nerds in line; Gamestop 30 seconds left I'm proving y'all that I'm ice cold Soooo it's (SHOWTIME!) But I'm done talking to Mr. Myers These bars for his wife though Hey Mrs. Myers, you ain't a bad b**h, you look bad, b**h Swagless, dirty, bathless You could keep the p**y, let him have it I take that a** b**h, for a week and a half, til her a** rips She'll sh** acid and piss ashes Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see what the fuss is about? You say my name, they send that check I come put blood in they mouth [Round 3: Danny Myers] St. Louis just had a riot, but instead of firing steel at PD This n***a was looting at the mall trying to steal a TV That's the difference between us, he ain't as real as y'all think During the Rodney King riot, I was plotting on how to deal with the tanks We ride for ours, burn the city down for that injustice Tonight one of our careers gotta end, just his This sickness in my mind, the insanity intruding I'll chop your parents up and put em back together that's a family reunion We tote iron, .45, 9, both firing Shooting this St. Louis n***a, look like I'm ShowTiming If he talking sh** at 11 it's no chances taken My gun will be out the house by 12 like it's emancipated Pistol in my hand, he got his back turned, he shouldn't of played us I whip this gat from the back to the front, this a wave brush I was gon rob you at this battle But I'm trying to break away from my old habits But I told my n***as if he wears anything gold, jack it (jacket) We run in his house, break his ribs and his skull crackin Then leave his baby wet all day, I'm so ratchet I'm a professional k**er, I'm breaking in his house he better fear the sk** I bumped into a lock in my face, I know how to clear a seal (Clearisil) Caught his b**h havin dinner, I'm on that gentleman sh** A few bucks and her cents on the table, that's a generous tip You wanna fight n***a? I'll bring you the d**h you need Cuz real sh**, street n***as never felt you king Didn't Mark McGuire play for y'all? That should let you know St. Louis need extra sh** to help you swing I'm mean, at the same time ain't nobody nice as Myers Yo b**h be-heading everybody like ISIS fighters n***a I'm a lyricist, I ring with both of these b**hes I'm a bigamist, I'm serious, I'm even melting the DJ When I drop St. Louis on a Philadelphia Freeway No leeway and you on the ground with this sh** Thank the lord he ain't got another round of this sh** Yikes! [Round 3: Aye Verb] In my 3rd rounds I like to talk to these n***as cause I got the voice to I could just punchline all day, but I got the choice to On some real sh** I keep it real on this stage, of course true And real sh**, when I sit down, this the n***a I'ma pa** the torch to Make some noise everybody for Danny Myers This like the move Karate Kid, top tiers givin em a hard time So he come to Mr. Miyagi to be the greatest of all time So I show em how to wax on, wax off, that's blogging Talking sh** with them sharp rhymes He think I ain't f** with em n***a please I was just training you the whole time I got you focused on performance with that same quick speed You co*ky now? A n***a gon try to Krang kick me? n***a please, if he Cripping I'm in his hood throwing up Blood I have the Parvo He come deep I'ma smoke that beef, I am the charcoal You too plain/plane at the bottom, you are the cargo You too excited you gotta take cap calm, (Capcom); Marvel You a Simp-son I heard your mother blew/blue Head so you have the Bart role She had trains ran all thru California, like how the BART roll In this ring I put hands on n***as til they Color Purple You can't beat me Harpo Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see what the fuss is about? Arizona y'all show some love this what the f** we talking about