JC (Battle Rapper) - Ah Di Boom vs JC lyrics

[Verse 1] Nobody move! This was supposed to be… (Ah Di Boom out on my stage) About fat a** f**ing time, n***a I guess you're still in the same place Me?! I'm still k**ing tiers all over, like Wayne' face It's been three years, over fourty battles So whatever you got to say, at least keep it new Since I've been able to relax, I'll only dedicate a small portion of this a** whooping to that reaching you do Let's just jump straight to the bars Cause that's where you lack at I blast that, if I reach just duck for insurance, like Aflac I'll put a blunt out on his face; that's a hashtag He big, well harpoon him… did y'all catch that? Big whale, harpoon him, but did y'all catch THAT?! If it's a big whale and you harpoon him, that's how you catch that! I will demand, thought cause I k**ed Syah that I missed you I wasn't giving air to the throne I was airing the throne, you getting hit too See, these the type that pride themselves on delivery But what they deliver don't even make sense You gotta know what you handling first That's not wordplay, you are literally playing with words But me? Top five man with the words Ask ARP, I'm only here cause I'm a man of my word For some reason, n***as without bars done found a way to thrive They say I only talk about k**ing… well it's only been fourty battles, b**h it's a thousands ways to die! Name something you've done for battle rap f** would a n***a like you do for the streets I've laid blueprint That half these n***as don't realize they use when they speak And you're up here screaming about delivery Well what's the definition? You can't even tell me without using Google, you're weak What you CAN do with delivery is give me a list of about ten n***as that use it to reach Like you… I've heard you scream "Neighborhood!" Like Surf… you think that would give you some hood flavor? Being with State Farm wouldn't make you a good Neighbor You're one of them n***as I see screaming Trying just to fit in Like your clothes for instance, half the sh** you're buying you can't fit in but you're buying it just to fit in! It's apparant though Y'all put marvel against carpet; you can't compare the flow They're crying though But I hate these kinda tones from n***as without a violent bone When we show up, ain't no hiding holmes, you hide in homes We ten choppers deep, when they muzzle'd they play a silent song When you bust the sh** It sound like when you run a stick down a xylophone This sh** beautiful, but that was the first to the shots We're not done, we showed up to this b**h funeral Six foot cubicle, he got that work from the box Then he dropped… look at you! I don't even think this lame safe I saw you lose to a girl And a barber, holding a wrestling belt, in the same day! You can't tell me it's not a n***a you ain't opting to be That's like saying you don't weigh that much Or the j**elry you be wearing real You was in Dallas complaining about 200 dollar shoes You don't get paid that much See, you're way off, but today the first day of the play-offs And you got Hitler; I'll burn everybody in the same race and scrape every plate I ate off But you are no kinda bear, I see nothing but vagina here I'm from the city where the real Lions played The different is you can still find them there! Yak-town, full of them monsters If you stop then you see some I'm cut straight from a block where they breed from I urge everybody to pay a visit But it's the hood, I can not promise a refund And as for this n***a, do they even make bodybags this big? Well make sure your homie found one But do not jump in that b**h yet, boy this was only round one