Aye Verb - Aye Verb vs Ah Di Boom lyrics

[Round 1: Aye Verb] This is not a battle, this is a hired hit Prior this I was wired chips to lyrically wire his jaw I hate you new n***as Cause y'all f**ing up this environment Dog, y'all got no desirement, y'all just up here rhyming sh** God when I was a rookie I would hunt these top tier n***as down If they failed or even kinda slipped they got craved no minor slits I was on that Mike Myers trip, y'all? Nah But out of them all, I hate you the most You the worst n***as cooking brother Gerald Levert looking muthaf**a Every time I see you on camera trying to spit bars I think Off The Wall not Michael's diss Off the wall like violent sh** Mutilate this lamb, this a sacrifice that they bring to god So I'll snatch out that spinal stretch it like it's a tightrope Put it in the air and make it spiral like Pete Pab' Nah Use this f*g face for a ashtray for cigars Nah show up in his yard with two shotties in cases you keep guitars Nah higher sh**, two pliers grip, inside his lip with the tightest grip This the how to become top tier instruction manual And little n***a you doing all kind of sh** wrong Your first mistake You wasn't careful with your rap name when you picked it Cause up here at top tier our first defense is to ricochet it or we can flip it For instance..... He ain't no nothing, I read Ah Di Boom How bout that red Audi let 4 ring boom boom boom! Left Ah Di red I'm outty skurrrt! Y'all see the point I'm trying to prove? Your second mistake, image is everything This is way more than just some rap sh** But don't get it twisted you not dirty, you half fashioned It's just your whole act says, I can be catfished n***a how we supposed to believe you'll let a gat clip Or you like a pack flip when you swagless? You throw on your shirt and this how your back sit His male confidence leaving in his mind it's a doubt I just took everything from you so all that thugging is out Proven Ground-Top Tier see what that fuss is about You say my name, they send that bread, I come put blood in that mouth Okay let's start this sh**, I wrote this round on a toilet, sh** I face k**a MC's this ease (disease) they ask me "is that boy nice?" I give them the shaky hands, no Parkinson's n***a them ain't bars them parlor tricks You ol' pile of sh** you rap just like Charlie Clips when he was probably 6 Greatness I harvest it, this is Floyd [?] I'm training em AK, lil' dog you must be taught to sit Aye boo boo I see straight through you when you talk your sh** You bought the "I was lame in school, decided to rap and became cool" starter kit But shouts to all you rookies cause you muthaf**a's is a goldmine I get a nice bag off y'all a** and I don't even rap the whole time You n***as ain't like that for real Y'all WWF I throw y'all against the ropes, give y'all the clothesline Pretty boy Ric Flairs in this muthaf**a, "So It's Showtime" You got me pissed like I was locked up and I argued with my b**h On the last call Had thoughts of smacking you like a damn broad So I was practicing playin' handball Send them goons at you, bunch of n***as, drums, Dancehall Pon De River, punch a liver, this punk should get up I'm doming him next Wait...my Showtime sh** is Rated R You ain't finna see this movie yet little n***a, you ain't grown enough yet Everybody say I need a slogan, well mine is "nothing to play with" Cause I was taught in the streets that once you k** you a n***a You don't say sh**, but spit that fake sh** [Round 1: Ah Di Boom] Aye yo', right thurr, mothaf**a you is not that nice You just got a reckless mouthpiece But watch what come out your mouthpiece Cause I ain't about peace, I be like your I'm out...peace Come back to mount piece on your mouth piece I fire M AR's mellow (Marshmallow) So first n***a I see(C) amped (Camped) in a tent with I would/wood fire like a Scout chief You see me masked down, mad rounds I'm pushing through your sh** Shots off this can sir (Cancer) gon get your tumor split This gon get your top blew I don't care who can (hookah) stick I'm tryna make a St. Lunatic have a saint crucifix When I say, "Mothaf**a you is not that nice" You should rep the f**in' brand Cause you got f**ed up on cam and you f**in ran *scratch* Playback, You got f**ed up by Hanz and you f**in' ran *scratch* Playback, you got chumped by hands And you ain't put your hands back on Hanz And Hitman supposed to be your main man and not man Ain't even lend a helping hand You like 38 and still be getting' f**ed up, where they do that at? A n***a swing on you, you pack your head and start moving back Walk out the club like mack daddy But end up Crip and get your Hoover cracked Still wanna be a Mac? I'll steal your pro-grams if you fail to run I'll boot reboot a Mac Name a battle you run in New York sh** the way Clips did you I honestly feel like I could use a bullet out of Clips pistol Like, I would leave your son behind your earth like it was night time n***a Now wait, sun, earth, night time n***a Well I Will son your earth with this night, time n***a Your b**h marry your brotha (Mario Bros) She been down a lot of pipelines n***a I grab that Paul Walker through the skyline n***a Stop tryna front for the cam, you ain't a hood rapper I had brick nicks stuffed in my kicks, I'm a good trapper Mr. Denzel Washington, you're a good actor I got a clip full of Smack battles, tell em to hold you Cause what's in this vault will get you pushed backwards Get shot, big choppa, same cat, Rich Dolarz This some sh** you won't make out, lip locker Heard you got 10 kids, they got a b**h father I clap baby baby, Big Poppa I said the Fif knock juice out your muthaf**in s-curl Can't hold this choppa still when it shoot, it make a S curl I been k**in' n***as since a misdemeanor Tell your boys don't stand around when you get washed, the mist is meaner Two hands come together I'm clapping I ain't blushing sh** Put rounds on your body that's a leopard print Easy to make your hoe tell, I ain't have to check in, start guessing it Give you an early wake up call, I'm the receptionist I pop eyes/Popeyes, get your colonel fired If this KF cease (KFC) up I'm hitting legs, thighs, breasts with it You supposed to be the seasoned vet? I'm too fresh with it They just brought me to take to spot, look where the recession is But you seen me, packin' a mac in the back of the Ac' T-Rex sh** Mac rounds throw your cap down, T-Rex sh** Y'all respect this n***a? He made a whole blog bout T-Rex dick I saw that blog and saw rainbows, finger waves, you snapping your neck sh** Between that and you bringing extra sh** 'round dickhead vs Dizaster You got a mothaf**in n***a problem Your moms f** b**hes, you got a mother f**ing n***a problem See that's this mothaf**in' n***a problem I can solve it cause I spark heat You sniffing that Eddie Cain slowin' down your Five Heartbeats You ran on the broken leg, boy you designed for track meets Talking about you pack heat, my n***a you pack seats This cat sweet, but you're a Captain Marketable Well I cap 10 cause y'all threw a mark at a bull 44's be through your door, the chrome will smoke You going to sleep for the bread, that's a comatose I'll have your whole family in despair when this pair In that trap house it won't be a big sphere This year, cutting n***as off with this sh**, you trash bruh Plasma, you a big square Jersey