Aye Verb - Daylyt vs. Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Aye Verb] I ain't gon sit here and front like I don't f** with Day Like he ain't one of the best rappers in this game, nah bro But my n***a… saying you gon f** Puffy Dressing up like weird characters and sh** Yo' f** sh** overshadows your talent, that's the prob though Not saying you don't have the ability to beat me out here But it's gon be hard, bro Cuz they don't f** with you goofy a** n***as out here Not in Chicago! When you battled Charlie you did some cold sh** Had a n***a like “Wooow! He k**in' it” See you made it a hot round I'ma make it a hot style, I'm stealin' it If I show up, you dead n***a; I am the reaper In every hood I got stripes on the side, n***a; I am Adidas We all even, he don't want that fade though; you are Caesar Send hot rounds to your door n***a; who ordered pizza? I smoke anything any time n***a; I am a geeker I know you get high, you probably f** with a little boy n***a, you are a preacher You're watching a Wizard in the game, n***a; I am Ariza My b**h don't talk and set it off; I am Latifah You own it? So? I get on that sh** With you n***a; you want a feature? You better shake and swallow that tongue b**h; go have a seizure I make sure you get wet first, b**h; I am a pleaser Rob me? You ain't leaving with none of my sh** b**h; I have a pre-nup Aye Verb versus Daylyt, see what the f** it's about? I took your sh** and made it my mine f** what you talking about [Round 1: Daylyt] Verb, you are battling the n***a with a perfect mental tracklist They ask this how does he practice and no recite But we know he write That's called hunger, let em sleep, slumber I still do my lines with numbers in the middle Which is a fraction The fact is I'm the one you can't match with When the match stick it can only strike and go to Lyt Hold 'em, hold 'em tight, that's cuz Lyt the GOAT Goat pole totem is gon' ignite And it's no way to diffuse this is slow to fright We was on a few lists to show the whites Even the FUSE list, so when the fuse lit, the show was tight like I pose frozen for the look, the n***a with the coldest sight Notice I seen them shady blood s**ers who tried to IV us But I see it, the idea was IKEA They had us in that showroom hype Oh yes, pourin' Moet for the poets making they show bets It was so exciting Get a glimpse though, I be damned if I be the pimp ho They brought in foes with no info to show who right Inside a house full of big n***as, I was the stick figure fit Picked for the big picture who would show his height Oh, did I glance at the mansion I'm demanding sh** like I'm the man Like yo', this light, like yo', this Lyt I brushed my shoulders like it's nothing If sk** is a gene, well, my pants is the enhancement I'm dancing. I had the whole world screaming "Go, go Lyt!" Should I show boat? Oh no, this is no joke, sike Damn he spit, I gotta show bro right Slow mo' so I run thru these promo bums, so yo' da hobo type I lined up every round perfectly, yoyo like And they try to take away my win doe to Joe vote aight I scream Yolo like it was fun making them n***as bounce Every ounce of that was the Pogo, sike But see I plan the sh**, nobody hand me sh** I show my companionship for that show compensation I swept through the show competition Listen, sh**, I showed the nice side of me But that pride in me divided me to the main stage Live to see if I'm the blower type Total Slaughter, I blew it, n***a! SO WHAT?! I say, f** they applause, Spawn fit to my drawers To show y'all they can't control the Lyt Industry like, “Look how he behaving!” They don't realize I get paid for that point shaving Raven gave me 20 grand just to blow the fight So while you lookin' at me like, “Yeah, you do stupid sh**” And you make low dollars n***a, I make more then your whole child support paying [Round 2: Aye Verb] n***a, you rap like a n***a that's dying to come out the closet I rap like the yard bully I specialize in dissecting these rappers So f** it, let's get to card pulling n***a, you probably told Dizaster to swing on Math Stop playing, n***a! But in New York, Math was hot and you wanted out of that kitchen, I'm just saying, n***a When the n***a is yo' man he could be dead wrong Once you tell him he dead wrong if he's still standing on it As his man, you supposed to stand with him But f** punchlines, I holla'd at a n***a from Grape He was mad as f** Told me this Daylyt character, embarra**ing They done had enough Where you from and the way that you act That sh** ain't addin' up You make that purple look real soft, n***a; Lavender Daylyt is a disease, a parasite, he's hazardous God, I gotta wake y'all up, it's like y'all Lazarus Two birds, silencers on 'em; that's a pair of doves One talk, the other repeat it, just like a Parrot does Saint Louis n***a for real, I ain't scary, cuz I be at every one of your events clappin But not like how a good parent does Should I “Showtime” this n***a? Two minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time f** a preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too (So it's Showtime!) I ride up, hop up outta the whip, catch the fade, n***a He ain't saying nothing throwing up signs This ain't charades, n***a Cops come, “That St. Louis n***a, he had a gauge with him” Get locked, be out in a day; I'm like Blade, n***a Blade the Vampire was out in the day, okay, come on, crowd This Blade'll be out in-to Day, okay, y'all woke now?! I'm riding through his Robin Hood in red with that firewood Kick in his door he hiding, I'm like, “Come up out that closet!” Like Chris from Unbias should Aye Verb vers' Daylyt, see what the fuss is about? You say my name, they send that bread I come put blood in that mouth [Round 2: Daylyt] Biggest battle of my career, right? Total Slaughter, I took a boo boo, so what? I had everybody on that main stage like, “Did he sh**?” Yo yo, Mike, now I get to the stage, you hear that Diddy sh**? They saying, "You h*mo, Lyt" Oh no, though Bro gon show yo' might That spotlight I'm demanding I'm just standing as Bruce Lee son It's just branding for my logo like I know how to stay in the game These n***as be getting subbed togos like I continue to punch nuts, low blow like f**s try but wouldn't dust I with a Van Damme and Bolo fight The guns I cop Robo like fo' blow Give you eight golden rounds, and it's not Rolo bites You will be flat, low pro like I told you I'm nice 'round here, n***a; the ‘fro grow right Off top I'm buggin, you know it's lice Know that this pro is Otis, it's so decise Shoulders height, it's not reachable unless you reachin', boo Each of you gonna know this life This a fo sho go, yo flow, I double lord, I got/god to/two win I'ma show Sho' who nice For those who thinking I'm a clown, cool Let me lay down these ground rules This is something I call flow advice Wait, hold it, the poll not even leaving the totem spiked And your fans? They look at ya battles and say “All aboard!” And it's not a boat in sight I'm barely heating up and they saying “chill!” I guess when I get hot, I'm gon get cold as ice Yo, despite the fact you bettin' you better than me You better be tolerant to the hot sh**, Verb Cuz if you can't hold the spice it could get hard for him A sharp fight in this old star wars, you know the Yoda sight Yo, the soda type, so be Slice, so be below the hype Who's bad? n***a better beat it before I throw ya mic They like how does he complete such rhymes? Sigh, hold up, told 'em the quote of life Verb, you remember that BOLA night Choke is slight, felt constricted, bow a bite What, you surprised? Better revise This animal ready for the ride, you know, the Noah flight Better know 'em right Plus I'ma lie where the cobra strikes Ride whether the devote despite dolomite For the cheddar, give dough to Lyt Told 'em I get in gear when it's clutch time, the flow motorbike You smell me? It's cuz I'm the odor type We sock heads, leave homie like What's up with all that extra lip? It ain't Obie Trice [Round 3: Aye Verb] In the book of battle rap it reads, “In the presence of other straight men, thou shall not remove thou clothes And yee shall not disrespect this culture with bafoonery” We don't need that, no See, my problem with you Quill is, how you got in the game is You cheated, I didn't need that code Hot bars kept me here, Verb, he's that stove Y'all threw the hunter vers' the hunted, I didn't need that bow Take the word “read” and spin it backwards, he's that role Deer/dear, all you Quill fans that think that he's that cold Watch how I catch this body, nah, f** his body, his body I can't gain from. Turn Shang Tsung, n***a, I need that soul I seen this before, you one of them n***as that'll get locked And try to go in brave with that broad look 'Til they break your shoulder blades, give you that broad look Quill will be getting that colon caved You ain't one of us motherf**a, cuz you go on stage and go behave for the same motherf**ers that sold the slaves You battle in them white leagues for less pay Get on stage and snap Then come to yo own people And do gimmicks and preserved out raps See, this sh** stops today, we must face the fact that Daylyt's savings is setting us back On top of that, you a house n***a, clearly, I'm certain If we was both picking cotton I'd bend down cuz my back hurtin' You the type a n***a that'll wave his pick And be like, “Boss, he ain't workin'!” See, I work hard for my people, I was raised to be a real n***a Quill, how it feel being in the field with a real life field n***a? Fam, it don't bother you that 10 years now on cam Yo' son gon see his daddy saying he will f** another man? Put yourself in his shoes, n***a? It's gon' f** with him Cuz in his mind his daddy was a gangsta, some tough n***a Don't worry, Uncle Verb got him I'ma hop in the truck with him Hand him a strap and a dirty magazines And tell him, “Lil boy, yo daddy was a f** n***a” Aye Verb vers' Daylyt, see what the fuss is about? Y'all say my name, they send that bread I come put blood in they mouth [Round 3: Daylyt] Third round, what's the cost n***a? You just sit up here and said you would put my son in the truck and give him the .38… Just another lost n***a Soon as they gave Verb his price for us to box in the spot I spotted a box for you, the word is dice Word, Verb, verbally you heard I'm nice Don't come around beef if you ain't the burger type Picture this, this where the picture switch; inverted sight Deserted height, everything hot land, Verb the verdict bite Snappin', I'm too ahead with this rappin' Captain that double turban life But think Chinese how we line up that box, you heard of Kites In hurr they dykes b**h n***as say "Day, be cool! They be cool" They baby food, softer than Gerber bites Vice versa, Ice, I'm here to body, hearse him twice You see the sign perfect The signature crazy, baby, the cursive nice Ain't that right? But I be crazy, I work precise I'm who they ship sell prevail the merchandise A rack is my murking price, purpose You get your a** kicked, but I put on the cla**ics Who get the lil G's? Us, it's not the birth of Christ That's for certain, every person know it's nothing personal You insert me in that ring My power hour devour everything; that's a Kirby sight Verby, you heard me, your verses light versus Lyt Talent versus might This is when you lose, wait, I got a herbalife I body through that split decision, surgic like Urgent black urban like, give no f**; I'm the virgin type My mind fine, fine line, I rewind time This the Prince Of Persia knife Watch what you say, n***a! Call me a crab, word it right You'll hear a back shell For the rest of your life, live a Hermit life You the boss? I'm Bison, I'm Tyson I'm riding on this pre driver, ride and get permit sliced Make sure everything straight here if your perm it right k** you and stay right at the murder site Minding my business sippin' my tea, you see this is Kermit like n***a, I been selling dope since the beeper days Before some of you b**h n***as had a phone Before B Magic was with the blue side We was trying to put blue magic on What you know about being in St. Louis with all type of rocks? Big Gerald like, “Yeah, son, leave that alone!” I had a crack rock so big, Yung Ill tried to drag it home