Lush One - Aye Verb vs The Saurus lyrics

[Verse 1: Aye Verb + The Saurus] Before I start, I'd like to say Thanks for having me back, L.A I am humbled to be in the presence of one of y'all legends With so many accomplishments and accolades My n***a Marcus told me on the basketball court: "It's either you gon' let a n***a be great, or you gon' make a n***a be great!" I say, "That to say?" December 10th, 2016, I'mma make you be great? 'Cause I showed up to really rap today! Before I wrote for you, I sat down with the Warlocks Conjured up the souls of MCs I went to war with When I write, I heard voices When you n***as rap, to me I heard noises Y'all get in front of me and be all boisterous Well, this another day for me, 'cause the biggest fish in the sea don't get intrigued by the pearl in you f**ing oysters! I wanted to stake Okwerdz You just a substitute for that beef: a little soy dish Let's enforce sh**! First sign of bull like a Taurus, you can catch the fade, The Saurus And judge who won by the next day by who wake up the sorest Wake up, The Saurus! You trying to get a buzz out of that story? Well, I'm not the n***a to toy with! Toy lit, pull up, get your core ripped See how that work out? Pull-ups get your core ripped!? I seen your little who*e: for your level, that b**h is gorgeous! She's fine! Facts! Hey, facts! Hey, I'm punching way above my weight! What's crazy is her level, every day how ignored him You probably ain't even f**ing her right! You probably playing undercover: Halle Berry in Swordfish! Keep playing! She gon' be on every n***a arm like a koi fish I'm not one of them regular gun-line rappers who talk about moving ki's I make the cords switch Battle rap is pure schooling: my rounds the advanced courses I'm a one-man funeral home: I supply the damn corpses, pick the orchids, speak, and simultaneously play the organ Mile-High Club: I got tails ahead in the air, like the coin flip You up here with this cop swag, looking oink-ish, smelling pork-ish I'm anointed This pen'll leave you scarred: later, you'll need ointment That was a tattoo bar You think from the ground, n***a, my thoughts lift Seasoned with that beef: grab that pepper and a**ault sh** Then get rid of the body on some raw sh**, like when a n***a doing CrossFit! f** what you heard! I put all the smoke out the car on that exhaust tip You n***as think that Aye Verb lost it? You n***as lost it! Aye Verb versus The Saurus: see what the fuss is about? You say my name, they bring that bread, I come put (blood in your mouth!) [Round 1: The Saurus] Okay! Yo! The shoes you rocking got lights on the bottom Them sh**s are tight as f**! But it's ironic 'cause all I need is one kick to light him up! Now, every Aye Verb opponent picks the same way to approach him But I feel like channeling Showtime would just be shameless promotion Now, can't a person in this room say me and you ain't legends And as far as Battler of the Year, there's one or two names mentioned So I'll be GOD-DAMNED if I come home to lose Game 7! I stay eating in the Bunker like I'm doomsday preppin'! Y'all got him ga**ed up! Let's see how far that fuel tank gets him Against an engine from the same whip that Bruce Wayne steps in He left Smack: now he looking for a new stage, stressin' Popping up out of every hole in the wall like a Kool-Aid entrance! Check it! I'm rock-solid, eyes locked on Medusa I wish they'd thought of this sooner, Balrog boxing Akuma One shot lift his spirit like a confidence-booster I'll put a hundred bands on it like Lollapalooza! Let's rock! You ain't leaving with your head attached I brought a razor to the ring like Kevin Nash Bounty on it, dead or alive, I want my bread in cash Just 'cause you a guest in the West world don't mean you get a pa**! You better ask for an exit strategy extra fast I got the same telekinetic grasp Eleven has Left hand feel like a Lennox jab They knew that I'd be cold the second that I was born in a cryogenics lab! Go ahead and ask, I'll let my record talk for me You gon' wish you never had 'cause it's a long story! Turn Aye Verb to A. Ward: he seeking God's glory! Looking like Radio: I'mma give his top 40! I'm not worried 'bout the pain this man's been through Online magazine: it ain't a damn issue You can tell I'm heavyweight the way these hands hit you So when I knock you back to St. Louis, b**h, take the Rams with you! Time! [Round 2: Aye Verb + The Saurus] Boy, shut your good-rapping, ugly a** up! (*laughs*) I though I was good, though! I got this sh** down to a science I told n***as, "No angles - we getting straight to the violence!" Two-minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time So f** the preview! Let's let that beef brew- in 3D, too! (SO IT'S SHOWTIME!) Ride up, now I'm out here, so I'm West-Coast riding Targeting your Exo, firing Two arms 'round that body: that's the Heimlich! I took this battle last-second to get tied in With the eses who get it fresh off the boat when the tide's in Translation: I'm grindin' My son wears a size 10 Silencer: shhh...you don't want them problems, be quiet, then! I showed up hard-bodied, you arrive thin You think our kinds blend? You and your kind pen? n***a, please! I rhyme and divide wind Bring out the emotion inside men n***a, let your mind bend to the concept of staying in the hood when everybody getting wet It's water all around like a island! I'm not the American idol, so I ignore the opinions of you Simons when y'all chime in You a mild writer, a loud liar who just get the crowd hyper I shoot first, then speak like, "Pow! Hi-ya!" They gon' gas you 'cause you at home, I don't care, man, my sound tighter I take your toughest bars and be chilling like Al Bundy in al-Qaeda Last time I was here, I caught that choke action I was waiting on this call, toe-tappin' Ready to go hard on you boys like Joe Jackson! A b**h can't get no dick from me first without the throat action There's no way to beat The Saurus: well, I got the cold crackin' I'm cold-rappin', whole package, pole-packin', pro static, four's 'matic that'll up the nose like a coke addict! I make y'all best MCs seem SO average! Aye Verb versus The Saurus! See what the fuss is about? You say my name, they bring that bread (I come put blood in your mouth!) [Round 2: The Saurus] (*checks his phone*) I just forgot my first word You know what I'm saying? f** it! Before this round kicks off, there's some sh** I wanna set straight I heard Verb dropped a new mixtape! Man, fu*k that mixtape! He gon' tell y'all how our hustles are different, like that's his strength Like I ain't worked to get where I'm at, like I got lucky and cracked a safe Like I wasn't bagging weight Derek Carr, climbing up the pa**ing ranks Homie, I push more notes off ki' than Ashley Banks! Facts! I'm more consistent I work harder, I made a fortune with it You better forfeit or find an orphanage to store your kids at I been k**ing since the origins of this sh**! Of course I'm different b**h, I found the stick they used to light the Olympic torch, and lit it! With him, y'all don't know if you'll get your money's worth, or want it back But every minute, I'm in great form: I make more off of that I'm always gonna be the winning racehorse on this track 'Cause I already know the game's score: Grays Sports Almanac FACTS! That's how legends do: we show up, execute Light the whole building, give every room a exit wound I know you got nothing left to prove But if you don't put on for the fans who see theyself in you It's more than just yourself you're being selfish to And, sometimes, that's what we get from you You don't live up to your name's hype From St. Louis!? How come what you pitching isn't Wainwright? You stay light! Tombstone: digging him a gravesite! Bring fire to the ring like the entrance of a Kane fight! It ain't like this is something I could actually teach 'Cause I've always spent way more time trying to practice than preach Now, I'm sure your family's gonna be sad he's deceased But I put Verb in a better place like the Grammar Police This cat's gonna meet the people higher! I'll even provide your family with free seats beside you like a Frequent Flyer There's a difference between being alive and being a lifer You are the last thing left on my checklist besides beating Iron before he re-retires! [Round 3: Aye Verb] I ain't no name-flipper I'm grown, I'm a game-spitter Fo'-fo' long, the gang hitter I had to pick the lock with a screwdriver to get in this game, n***a! This round, I'mma go in his neck with the same Phillips n***a, where you from? n***a, what gang is you? That ain't your thang, is it? I can tell: when I look in yo' eyes, I don't see pain in you If we had the same mother, you'd be my retarded brother that couldn't drink from the same nipple! When rappers talk about eating us, they don't look at the same menu You the dollar one, I'm the Olive Garden Salad forks, sparkling water, background music of Dolly Parton Man, f** this! Two-minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time f** that preview! Let's let that beef brew- in 3D, too! SO, IT'S (SHOWTIME!) You called the wrong name, Steve Harvey! Big difference: I'm a king amongst kings, you a king of the Geek Harvest You're peonic, I'm bi-onic The record, ho, this a hit like Bey's on it That was a Beyoncé punchline Y'all ain't catch it, y'all sleep on it When you back in Smack, you back in the meat market You can't sell this fake sh** in a big room: it's not the flea market! I don't fatigue often, I'm nice in each orbit Under this rapper's jacket, he's Norbit! Pocket protectors and sleeve warmers Hoes come around, he get nervous, put both arms under each armpit! I give people my heart, they giving you their art, and they never side-switch Don't know 'bout you, I come from the bottom: my hoes can ride dick And I built my sh** off my own pa**ion Fifth-year senior in this game: f** your hall pa**es! fu*k Y'ALL HABITS and your swag show n***as on stage in dresses now: this sh** is drag show! I'm a pure hustler that never let the cash show Before this sh**, I touch numbers: yeah, n***a, my pa**code Touch numbers: pa**code Oh, God, that's Pa** code Pour out a little liquor- naw, I'mma flick the ash on him a**hole! Staff so gutter We all close, we like half-whole brothers Rip his task, ho, rip his tadpole colors That's why I laugh at you sad-flow s**as! [Round 3: The Saurus] Good sh**! All right! 2017, that KOTD chain: that's mine! sh**, Rone's lucky me and him didn't get booked last time The setup: headbu*t The left hook: flatline I'll leave him seeing double: that's a Westbrook stat line! You remember that time you battled Illmac? You said, "I'll RIDE up in that Mazda 6!" And I'm like, "Whoo! Verb's about to talk some...wait, hold up, a Mazda 6?" For real? Like, I'm just saying, out of all the whips... Out of all the whips that y'all could list Somehow that was one that even made it in your top two picks? What the f** was going on, dawg!? The Ford Fiesta was on the fritz? You were getting your Honda fixed!? Body kit and a new custom exhaust that fits? Or did you just go to the dealership, and right before you bought some sh** You were like, "Now, look, I need something here that says, 'I've got a perm, but I'm not a b**h.'" Yo! But I ain't come to joke around! You know this clown's been broken down And for my Cali crowd, this is how a closing round's supposed to sound! I'll RIDE up in any whip you can imagine that's not a Mazda 6! Special Operatives Draw the line like the Gaza Strip Two opposites Soldier story: 2Pacalypse I'll rag-top his flat-top, take the roof off of it I'm too confident this cat is frontin' when the cameras runnin' He getting slayed, find a box to bag him up in: Santa's comin'! I'll make a speed bag out of Ted Chaz Duncan, I'm rapid-punchin' You better man up and stand for somethin' 'fore you get pushed like the panic bu*ton! Let me ask you somethin', though, 'cause I saw your battle with Bonnie, Verb And my optic nerves got disturbed when she shook a dil*o in your face and dropped her third! Now, in my opinion, you had two options: you either walk offstage or sock that bird! But his sh** was crazy! It was the first time I ever saw a Verb at a loss for words! Now, if y'all say I lost to Verb, that's a straight-out lie Homie, I'm Edward Scissorhands: you'll catch that fade outside! And tell whoever's champ next year name the place and time And warn that motherf**er I'm coming for the chain that's mine! Time!