[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
Look, check this out…
Ignore his dick riders, they gon' hype him up like he tough
He'll rhyme "Hollow" with "swallow" and they'll be like "Whooh!… How does he write this stuff?"
Let's talk about 106 sorta serving me
Ripping my shirt or my jaw, cringes and hurts
But I acknowledge that and got rebu*tals so it isn't gon' work
He way wrong, he can't get me with rhymes
This what I need: Raekwon, Chef in design
Akon's Bentley to shine, Dre's songs and Em' in his prime
You need Trey Long's infinite nine
Bombs that's napalm extended the line
And James Bond proximity mines
You need your arch nemesis's mind
Be as strong as big dawg when he lifting that iron
And as fast as Hedgehog in Genesis time
I'll shock your homie on some Raiden sh**
I'll Johnny Cage your hips
And have my girl Sonya Blade ya b**h
He's joking, he never seen the streets open. Just to see some beef he leave his peeps and sneak to east Oakland
I mean, how's that? This n***a ba*tard, he below my feet
Plus I'm too busy chasing Deniro/deniro like Pacino in Heat
I said, yeah my sh** is Jordan in his line and wide
And they got my rapping slow like Tiger Ty… Tiger swipe!
[Round 1: Pa**]
I notice you be sipping lean and mixing it with Hen'
Until it's ingrained and you be loaded as f**...and well, so do I
But after this though, I think we gon' sober you up
Now they said you was nice, but potna, come on
You beating Pa** now?
Wow, how many Klonopin pill bottles you on?
Hollow Da Don? Naw, I'll hollow the Don
I can't even see you, you see through
You're hollow, you're gone
So I don't know why y'all treating this yellow f*ggot like he done paid dues
When I knew that you was a fake dude when I heard a song with you featuring Jaze Juice
On top of that, I seen you damn near shed a tear when Arsonal ate you
But if Okwerdz punked Arsonal what does that make you?
Said how you gon' follow that?
After I twist his top like a bottle cap
I have his potnas rocking matching "R.I.P. Hollow tats"
So you a hoe to me, wearing hosiery, you prolly go to the feds
While I'm choking and buy his rosary like
"You supposed to be dead."
You Puerto Rican b**h from Queens, ain't he Rosie Perez?
[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
He don't want it here
My n***as real, this year Toyn died and Roger got 20 years
So you think sh** in a battle gon' make me shed some f**ing tears?
I'll bawl you up, roll you up and stash you in some Tupperware
I said, you said I did a song with Jaze Juice
But you used to hang out with rich white kids
That got hyped and pumped their fists like this
His shirt used to sit like this and he wore his hat brim like this
How he go from gangsta dudes to skater crews
Your life's switching like "Damn."
He showed to [?] Park they don't know if he was there to spit with his camp or do tricks on the ramp
Are you grinding sales or grinding rails?
To these geeks in Grind Time you're real
But in a street n***a eyes you're frail
And real don't mean you get the nine and peel
Or been inside the jail
Real mean if your boys sitting inside the cell
And don't go to one time and tell then provide his bail
Pa** is ashamed of his past, so I'ma take him to the future
I'm in 3011 flying to the east west settings
In a GS Legend playing PS7
See, I'm in the future, I'm like 3046 flying to Mars and sh**
Cause I was in a bar in Pluto and met a Marian b**h
I said, and that's how I had this alien abortion kid
With a horse's chin and dolphin and a tortoise skin
[Round 2: Pa**]
I didn't get that last part but I dig it though…
Hollow, Hollow…
You the definition of hollow cause you don't pack punches
And below the surface in his verses it's no purpose
So his flow lacks substance
Potna man, you are not a man
You ain't gon' never make it, Kevin Bacon; you Hollow Man
I punch my fist through your f**ing bird chest like a hologram
So what, now you a hustler?
f** ya! I know you got some hollow grams
Pimp, yo zips hella skip, you catting on a lot of grams
And I know you got some problems with your father, man
You was destined to be a piece of sh** when your dad called you a little b**h at yo' mama's damn sonogram
But I ain't mad at this man's parents, goddamn it, I can't bare it
You living up to your name, Hollow
Your persona is transparent
So let's clear the air, this weirdo queer's a square
I'll smack you at the Collosseum
You land at the Mets Stadium from here to there
I'll put your career somewhere that God won't hear your prayers
I said it Hollow, your head is hollow
It's nothing between your ears but air, stupid!
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
Nothing in the air but there I'ma spank his dairy aire and give him an a** kicking
He say I pop pills so I'ma write you a prescription for a** whipping
I said I spit rhymes I'm an innovator
I ain't got it between 10 and 8 you'll get the 9 and intimidate ya
Put an intercom in his generator, a bomb in his ventilator
And I was calm like a meditater
Last I heard he was a wack nerd that ain't been seen since Chap shirts
I'm like, "Y'all that's normal. Y'all ain't supposed to see him. He's a pa**word."
I wasn't gonna play with your name but I can see the bum in Pa**
I can see a cardboard box under Pa** while he's sleeping under an underpa**
No way Pa** is straight is straight, Pa** is gay
Past lover, Pastor Ma$e then Pa** will pa** away
I said earlier, if I tried to bypa** and even walk by Pa** y'all gon' have to bypa** a bypa**
Surgery cause word to me there ain't a word to speak
All you gon' hear is "Hollow left 'Wurdz on the curb near his feet."
"Word? Where you heard that?"
"That was the word on the street."
Aye 'Wurd, I never lost word, I'ma just toss words
Within all the scrabbled letters I spelled out "Mossberg" to come across Wurdz/crosswords
Word
[Round 3: Pa**]
You look like...a pipe stem addict
You look like...the last Debarge baby that they left in the test tube you f**ing light skinned f*ggot
Look, but that's why I just laugh whenever you try to scream and get buckwild
It's like, please calm your little team the f** down
n***a please, you ain't a k**er from k**a Queens, you a queen from Uptown
But I'm a town Raider, the motto is groundbreaking, so follow The town mayor player, save the clown play for Apollo
You the best in Grind Time New York? Then I'm now breaking they model
How y'all a stand up division when your foundation is Hollow?
See, at first I told Lush I wanted some real competition...not you
But instead I got you, wow this is f**ing sad
Damn, what, did I do something bad?
I wanted the Fight Klub champ, they gave me the Fight Klub punching bag?
I'm in tune with the goons, you a h*mo rapper
I'm confused but it's true
Why else would you rip your wife beater off in a room full of dudes?
[Round 4: Hollow Da Don]
I told him, "It isn't gon' work."
I'ma rip him just as easy as I was ripping my shirt
Same scenario, I'ma put a slit in him first
Look, I said, this n***a is so f**ing dumb, he got hit by a parked car
This aardvark, went to the BART far, got lost with a MapQuest and an OnStar
He thought I was talking about the aquarium when I said, "Let's go to the shark bar."
I mean, this n***a's so f**ing stupid he can't even drive a Smart car
I said yo, so I'ma gat this n***a
Spit on you, then Donkey Kong slap this n***a
Me and Verb got to the action n***as so we could get to the action quick
I'ma put him in a box like an action figure
I said look, the reason he got his nickname "Pa**" cause with guns he never blast, you pa** it off
I mean even in basketball, he never shoot, he pa** the ball
I said, he got a fat b**h that eat bake, steak and melted ribs
And he still f** with her cause he ain't got nowhere else to live
And in his small apartment like Martin and it's always cold in the place
And that big b**h Shirley that's why they never showing her face
I said you must be a safari creature for getting them horrid features
In my hood I hate this who*e named Lisa that's a retarded geeker
But you so ugly I wouldn't let you hardly meet her
I said look, f** what shorty talking
Listen Macaulay Culkin
I catch you Home Alone the 40's sparking
At [?] I knock his man Ed Hardy off him
Only thing little lil [?] sparking is his plugs when his car ain't starting
I said, f** what you talking, I'm flipping well
I done ordered sh**, seen more quarter's flipped than wishing wells
I have him set up by that b**h Michelle
I'ma playa Obama's wife gets pimped as well
I said, f** what he's saying
Put the 40 to his lips, tell the story to my clique, that's kiss and tell
Body laid, he stays, each day it had a different smell
[Round 4: Pa**]
I was raised in North Oakland
On 4-5 I seen a whole lot of dirty sh** in fact
And my pops moved to the east off of 35th and Mac
I'm good in the deep, I got folks from the 7 to the 9
It sounds sick cause this Town sh** is embedded in my mind
I'm on another level with the rhymes, no competitors to mine
You want to take a shot at the best then you better get in line
But you? Grind Time gave you a high status rank but I don't understand it man, I can't explain
Somebody need to knock him outta his spot, I'm the candidate
You lose like the NY Mets, n***a plan a day
I try to tell this man he ain't an NY threat cause them NY vets don't know you from a can of paint
Look, see here's the facts
You not from Oakland but you got the nerve to call yourself Hollow Da Dininon
But it sound like you biting the [?] so tell me what type of sh** is you on?
Here I got the scoop
You got knocked by the cops in Houston for robbing stupid
But it was either a misdemeanor or you was snitching to get your time reduced
And if not you gots to prove it
I bet that your squad would probably not approve it
If they knew that you was signing statements for the system trying to get your potnas prosecuted
Despite though, Hollow in the spot, I throw Hollow in the block
You outta pocket, my potnas will throw some hollows at your top
They knock 'em in a knot, no profit in your stock
Can you follow if you Hollow then I'm solid as a rock
This guy and he fake
He try acting great, you broke n***a you was trying to buy a dime bag from apes
Last night is great, that's the facts n***a get it
I spit it, y'all ain't saying the time it's 60 seconds that's a minute
What's up with it I'm [?]