URLtv - Arsonal vs Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Arsenal] Once again I'm here in another n***as state I'm on another n***as stage, up in another n***a face But I came to the Lou to disrespect you and that ugly n***a Chase To act funny n***a and y'all face will sit chunky on my waist Now when I got to the Lou I felt like Hurricane Chris Somebody please ask me why (Why?) Cause the first b**h I hit was Aye Bay Bay You Kanye, I f**ed your b**h first, I'm Ray-J Aye This dread head will post on your block the Nay Nay way And you'll get more than a nickname from that AK, (A)ye Now every battle they ask who's the battle rapper that I actually hate And that I don't respect Ask me what I said (What you said?) I said Chaz Duncan a.k.a. Aye Verb That's just the answer that I won't regret I came to the Lou to expose you and your homie's set You'll have all these St. Louis home games to earn a check All these New York away games to earn respect But Smack, it's like St. Louis red shirted they whole battle rap career Ask me why (Why?) Cause ain't none of y'all been in Jersey yet What's this the practice squad? These b**hes get you horny that's why you acting hard? We at the top of the food chain n***a, you lames is actually frauds Verb, I'm who you wanna be, you wanna be in front of Ars But that's why you lacking bars, hold up y'all put that "B" in front of Ars That's BARS an that was actually hard Now every time I come out of state n***as question me n***as act like I'm on weed, smoke, pills, ecstasy You know what, f** that, that was actually hard Hold up... let me get it together, let me get it together {​​​Chokes}​​​ Sike! f** that! Y'all thought I was f**ed up Y'all thought I was suped up wasn't you? You thought I loss words cause I crossed words It was that easy to puzzle you You ain't 'bout that action Verb, so get rid of that name Before I click a mag, aim at your fitted hat, BANG! I hit your ceiling/brain looking f**ed up with caps everywhere Just like the mouth on Trinidad James But this all black everything, two heaters on my waist line I pull Wade on that fast break and then Lebron from the ba** line BANG! On the cop and his canine His partner walk by I stay calm I flash the tea and the skittles and said "I'm doing this for Trayvon" Than leave his face gone Big cam, black hoody then steal for Trayvon Four shooters, guns in both hands, octo-pop, eight arms Say it with your chest, I'm a squeeze it til your waist gone This hole from that Shotty and Verb body Gon look like he swallowed a Molly full of Napalm You gon' die behind these bars, you John Gotti, get your face torn Once I pop, I can't stop, I go Pringles when the eighth drawn With this Eagle, I'll beat you and your bab' mom You gon wish you I could huddle up and disappear While singing a jingle off of State Farm But you ain't good in All States n***a, you ain't good in all states n***a You ain't get the message? You crash battling Rex I guess your pen wasn't Progressive Losing is cool, but the 10k was the Objective You did all that rapping about testing a n***a gangsta So why the f** didn't you test it? Smack, let a n***a offer me 10 now I'm talking this round I got a bomb under my shirt, I'm tellin' everybody to get down! That clock start to tick down Only may for y'all to live now is if he beat me And that'll happen the same day we see a fish drown My magnum barrel spin round, hollow tips, six rounds I violate him in 5 seconds like he the n***a that's trying to inbound It take a stand up n***a to tell another stand up n***a to sit down Let me see that bottle, you Drake after that cake And right now I'm feeling like Chris Brown I'm still trying to figure out how to market you captain marketable You 32, you battle rapping your record isn't remarkable I'm Arsenal, I could teach you to be a winner, I'll Coach Carter you Let a shotgun rearrange your eye, formation without an audible Chase gon promote you Verb, I'm gon provoke you Verb I got a cancerous Desert Eagle, meaning damn that's one smoking bird You must be smoking herb I'm ready to poke a nerve I'm on probation, he phone home to my PO like "You know the Loc from Jars Arsenal Da Rebel, yeah, he's in St. Louis That's no absurd, b**h do you understand English? He's hurt now, but he's hurting, Verb So you phone home to my PO like you ET I should've broke his nose but then I realized When It's music related, most P.O.E.T.'s express themselves through spoken word So you a paid snitch? That's what you do? You sketch they pictures? Or you write up the report? Nah, you the essay n***a Well me? I'm the "Let the Tec spray n***a" Til it jams and is no longer active and stop banging like gang members Verb I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience Since you trying to convince the world yo accomplishments I'm your consequence We in a four door Caddy, four shooters all sit behind the tints Latex cover my fingers, they wouldn't find the prints That's a real rubber grip, my gun handle, it got a condom stench My magnum smell like a Mag so when I'm busting p**y, you not (?) Old school, he can't come off his porch, you trapped behind a fence Put a scope on your rifle, become a sniper use common sense Why? Cause you don't wanna match these mittens I love p**y, one clap, clap these kittens Y'all 100 deep? Well my strap mean business I grab a 40 and insert a clip longer then Max B sentence You hustling backwards, fronting hundred packs That's coming back even, while my gun or mac squeezing You under that ce-ment, have your mother a** screaming over a coffin Cause you dressed like Danny Granger and Derrick Rose from all of last season You a student for your d**h date, you lack even/thing except hate I took your queen 42 bars ago, first round was motherf**ing checkmate My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 1: Aye Verb] Remember you said f** my whole city? And everybody round here was clowns, and we don't really down Well say all of that gangsta sh** now, you in front of a St. Louis crowd Nah, nah, nah... that's Rex move, I don't do that clown a** sh** He bout to see all bars like what's in an alcoholics phone contact list They call me captain, I don't like to lose He the type like to feud My attitude, "What's poppin? Let's get it popping n***a, light the fuse!" Smack sent me how he wanted you dead I read, but I ain't like them rules So let's revise a little First round: lighter fluid, ignite the fool Second round: ice his wounds, unzip, embalm, restitch Third round: decapitate this b**h I wasn't gonna even write a third round I was just gon smack the sh** out you just to spike the views But no need, I'm sick at home he ain't gon' pa** around I run through everybody, I'm like the flu, wait... Sick at home, pa** a round, I run through every body, I'm like the flu Let's get it on, I make it rain on 'em, no slight shower, what I play bang on 'em First scene of Dark Knight, they expecting a body on your flight coward You soft, white powder, I'll get your Klan covered in sheets, white power I'll hire a n***a just to fire, Mike Brown 'em You a street n***a in Jersey? Y'all hoods ain't like ours Cause our trips really be gripping and full clipping, he different He make that purple look bad, "cuz" you playing You soft inside, Dwight Howard I can crush any b**h you got a crush on So you are sour So U R sour, S.O.U.R. Sour Approach his b**h, unbu*ton my trousers Try to get some head out her, she front til she hit that E Than open up; no web browser Afterwards I read flowers her, buh-lowz her Head explodes, this ain't even my showtime This just a scary opening scene before the credit roll Dead cactus, bed mattress, I never fold Four Vic you, forgive you How I let it go Every battle from Ars' is a rerun, same episode Except his clothes I'm giving out Hell, Heaven knows I'm cracking skulls, snatching souls, who Baptist old? Head for 'quo average rapping hoe, this is a certain win This shirts verse skins, I'm shirt, you skin n***a you ain't putting Jersey on Hell you can't even practice in my practice clothes No, y'all know that Magic show? Y'all done waited in that long line Strap on your 3D gla**es so you can see this casket SO IT'S (SHOWTIME!) I ride up, nah I'm walking No pretty sh**, no perm and wave up, black face nappy dread with it Swag of a Jersey native, copped my Mossberg from the pawn shop You could tell it's used, the pumps loose I can co*k it doing the Elvis move Arsenal get the running but if Arsenal get to dumping I hold it steady and double down before I blow out his stomach Last time I had to double back like a camel, I ain't' know nothing I'm a professional now, I bust one time, like a old n***a f**ing That's me, that's how you rap fool Your acrobatic axle of a pterodactyl land or in Shaq food, n***a that's you St. Lou, every n***a that come to this b**h, I'm boxing and sending back SO IT'S (SHOWTIME!) Nah, Cinemax, you not into that, you internet You and the streets don't interact, you got intellect This Crip sh** is just your inner act, I get to that in a sec I'm on his set throwing bullets wild, if he don't catch The quarter intercept The coroner, I witness d**h Immortal, I give him that He dies then the Mummy returns, he's Lord Imhotep [?] but I don't see a threat [Round 2: Arsenal] 2010, I let Chingy slide, I figured he a b**h and... Yung III was the a**ist man RemyD was the sixth man At Fight Klub I treated him like a kick stand And eight words made Aye Verb go and hire a Hitman Them bars put you on n***a n***as wasn't searching for no Aye Verb St. Louis knew you was a gay bird off First 48 with your face blurred Same n***a who run errands for Kijuan to get his tape heard Same n***a that tried to expose my n***a Hitman Holla to be a straight nerd But you said, and I quote "When battle rappers tell on each other, One phrase sets in mind... "Y'all a bunch of n***as moving the same, the electric slide" Now when I heard that I was like "Damn Aye Verb that was a clever line" But than I looked at your battle with Hitman- you know what, nevermind Me, Surf and Red, we could've lost our lives in the D for what Suge said But we still went, that's real brother sh** But you and Hitman Holla, y'all on some other sh** I mean how y'all share secrets, get on this same stage A Nd publicly discuss the sh**? if you don't respect the n***a, just do it Nike Meaning check the n***a you running with Now I can tell y'all friendship ain't wrapped that tight That was a cheap disguise Over the years y'all n***as grew far apart And y'all stayed separated, y'all like Moesha eyes We couldn't turn your dyke mother into a natural woman Even if Aretha tried Now that's foul so I get two shots even/ time you get penalized We in the Lou, this pay-per-view n***as could view your d**h on a big screen You said this like a scary movie, right? Well this without the virgin showing the tits scene Cause I'ma do your b**h dirty if that chick clean Meaning I put my dick by her clit ring and then start to beat I let it lip sync That b**h mean, she said "Ars if you don't k** me, I'll expose him" I said, "You better not lie b**h Now show me everything you showed him" I wasn't gon clip her (Clipper) But I put the 7 in her back that I owed him (Odom) And Hitman was the first on the crime scene picking up empty shell cases trying to reload 'em Now UW up here my n***a, Word War, y'all not as real I'm at casino, Q penny pension You should know how David's Copper feels (Copperfield) You Missouri n***as gotta chill I'm all about a Benjamin Even in Player's Club the St. Louis n***a wasted his time Chasing a dollar bill But since we on movies, no mag clap I go cla** act on this gay n***a That mean a large bu*terfly knife will get wedged in your face n***a Your name Chaz Duncan Add the Penderhue, he a fake n***a Then stab him til the blood on my blade brown if you Clay n***a That's why your name Aye Verb and not AK-Verb Cause them choppers, you don't play with 'em To this street sh** I knew that you was new That's why you ain't bring your K with 'em I said to this street sh** I KNEW he was NEW That's why he ain't bring his "K" with 'em My bullets like Delta, they fly everywhere I could let a stray hit 'em Nah my bullets got herpes, no matter how they get treated they gotta stay in 'em Chaz, you a punk, who should get his a** slumped My St. Louis n***as still Cripping, B Magic, cuz wa**up? I flash a mac and have him running like this was track So you better pa** the Lou' baton before I hit you with a pump Hold on, Louboutin, Red Bottom, Pump, Headshot 'em Either way he and up dead in the and (Indian) So I'ma red dot him As y'all can see, I'm on vacation, but I still let my lead pop him Why? Cause my gun still get fired on his day off like he got that Craig problem And if I let it off, Ill gon' let more than a medic call And I advise Big Gerald tell Little Gerald don't get involved YSL belt keep a tight waist or my weapon fall If that happen I gotta grab my shank And let it swipe Chase like he the debit card Aye Machete, tell these n***as my machete game surgical I rip you from your scrotum to your sternum, that's how I murder you Put the blade in your stomach, twist it, then swing it vertical But on your moms I use Hollows to fill her, don't take it personal Hold up, fill his, personal, words that's reversible Verb you can use whatever you like, it ain't gon work for you n***as called me and said they driving to the Lou That mean it's time to ride, murder, k**, 187, code for homicide n***as get behind these bars and you'll "give us free" Like this was Amistad But let's be blunt, I'ma roll up and smoke not just him but the whole entourage Now I'm in your state on the interstate, I'm strapped up like a trooper Bad b**h riding shotgun with a shotgun blowing me like a Tuba We get to the crime scene, shells everywhere All that's missing is King Koopa So I use Hollow's to put a tip in 'em as I smoke 'em like he a Hookah You leaving alone these groupies ain't trying to dip set with a loser You ain't trying to see blood leave this Crip wet with your Ruger You don't bust your gun, you Marv Albert You commentating next to Reggie Miller and Steve Kurr Y Ou pop sh** cause you sit next to the shooters n***a my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic But you can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it [Round 2: Aye Verb] There's something strange about you Ars', is it your hunger for bread? Your rhyme pattern a lil' better What b**h you slipped and bumped your lil' head? Nah, he knew he was gon need some help, so what you run to 0-Red? A n***a I already k**ed, so what? You summons the dead? Surf do hoe sh** sometimes cause fame go to his head You do most of the time like when you gotta go to the Feds You get locked down, you'll lube up, I get locked, I'm making rules up One shank made from a toothbrush Taking n***as fruit cups, I'm too much This a new pup versus a Werewolf from Underworld when the moon up Ka-boom-buck! Versus a balloon bust, he get tuned up Beef, I'm in your hood, tooled up, fixing any problem that I see This a tune-up Ars, you battle 'Verb you get a buzz; crew cut Beating me won't workout, fat b**h, Zumba Your girlfriend, she through bruh, Lady Arsenal? You can't doll that b**h up She man looking you got to groom her Bazooka, with shells the same size as a tumor I goon up and be behind n***as backs like a rumor We are not the same so how dare you confuse us You live hurr? n***a you'll be getting punked by a pool bus If I live thurr, through y'all roughest boondocks I'll moonwalk Jumanji, Jeepers Creepers terrorizing every kid on that school bus And prove what? It's k**ers In my fam', I'm Ken, I can prove it If they riding, I'm rolling down forward like I'm throwing a Hydouken Stupid, Street Fighter, Ken, Rolling down forward, throwing a Hydouken n***a you just be lyrically waving the pistol, n***a I'm shooting Okay let's quit Ars' I'm getting pissed off, this is lift off verse a cliff haul You got kid bars, Kriss Kross I got boss talk, Rick Ross This the NFL kick off versus the milf league, kick ball This is NBA versus [?], this is Chris Paul vs. [?] Two bad guys, this is Jason versus Jigsaw A n***a that be like "Yeah, baby I'll buy you anything you want" vers' "b**h Nawl!" I'm Quick Draw McGraw I take out I withdraw You shoot at me, I'm seeing red I let it ring back like I'm returning a f**ing missed call After my next round, they gon' be like "Damn we missed Ars' He was ill til they brought him to vet like a sick dog" This my turf, n***a you starburst, how the stars work All your preparation and hard work means nothing versus Gods work You up, you down, you down, you up, your career like how a garage work I 'm worried about 4 tires, flip that, what you tired for? This God's work, a n***a tryna be a real b**h? That's a drag queen Flip that, you a b**h tryna be a real n***a, you a drag king I want every n***a who look like you dead and that's a bad thing I'll let this mac sing at every single living dread head, no Maxine [Round 3: Arsenal] I was told I can't step pinky toe past the Midwest What happened? Chase said I'm good? Lil' sis don't get your sh** cracking You thought I would be good all the way, like I said Who said that? Who said that? Aight I got something for you too You thought I was gon come to the Lou, unarmed? Dipsh** Well I got some Piru's and some baby Loc's in the building Strapped with some big sh** So if yo clique trip and approach this stage like they was Trick Trick You gon think Jeezy just kilt the club the way I RIP sh** Now you from Pagedale, well I'm Greyhound back I'm shooting 3's from behind the arc like I stay downtown I spray rounds clown, I let that tre pound sound I lift this piece up and knock everybody in A Town down Now you say you flop, but you ain't trained to drive a car with no gas You a plain n***a, not on your bike, big wheels caused him to crash You need a ride? I get you shipped to your father so fast On the highway to heaven you can get bus(t) before they call you a cab Now I'm part of the mile high club n***a, pardon my swag You in a stretched out hearse in a coffin so mad Your mom's a Tram, a poor Haitian without a car and a bag Excuse my French I just gave 'em transportation to the coroners bag Now y'all thought I was scared to come to St. Louis cause of the murder rate? Well this look like we in motherf**ing St. Louis And right now I feel like I own the place Shoe string around my neck support my tec an I could hold it straight My lead hot, no leg shot will make this n***a need a shoulder brace After Chi-raq ain't this the murder cap? Where n***as get murdered at? Real sh**, after Chi-raq ain't this the murder cap? Where n***as get murdered at? Well I got en AR and a n***a name Ar-ab that'll take that murder wrap I got a six shooter 357 black, Bernie Mac Just the tip of the hollow hit you but I'll never drop the turtle's back Meaning the shell casing in my possession, shooting is my profession I let it ring from down on one knee like I'm the n***a to pop the question I'm a gunsmith and I co*k the Wessun, walk in your studio stop your session If three n***as start to whip yo a**, it's me, my shadow, and my reflection And you said in St. Louis y'all judge n***as on where they come from and how they look in yo eyes Well I'm from Newark and I'm in yo city, an p**y look me in mine You was made to get wet, that's how's p**y's designed I'm Crip forever, and for me it it goes with Tookie and Shine Last night I had a talk with God, he said, "Ars!" I said, "yes Lord" He said "why'd you take Verb? Is it the money?" I said, "I'm just bored" He said, "he better take it easy in his d**h race, he hollering king me And you got checkmate, he playing checkers on your chess board A wise man won't waste his life, he'll monitor where the time goes While you stupid dudes try to configure a Rubix Cube with your eyes closed I said, "Lord he was in a rough So that just gave 'em the green to give him 9 holes" But I'm a give his Boss ten (Boston) like that n***a trying to get Rondo'd Nine iron out the Caddy, like a golfer that's in grind mode One hit at the baseline and all my cutski's in Lebron mode He said "oh, well you made me a believer n***a I'm sold Take that Larkin proceed with caution and leave Verb John Doe'd But he asked for a favor, he said mid battle, [hush your mouth] He asked for a favor, he said mid battle, walk to the center of the stage And yell "Ill and Holla they soft now, they was some k**ers with they braids." You gon leave that whole city in a maze, and I give you Moses powers Enabling you to put a split through the middle of his waves Aye Verb, hand to hand you don't work well You Midwest n***as beef but don't want beef with the east Y'all riding a n***a coattail Why Terraneo ain't battle Rajon yet? I won't tell But I already put Cal up under, I guess he don't Surf well Get it? Cal up under, cowabunga, surf well And if not I'll chip you fast with some polish or a toe nail n***a, I ain't leave Surf in Detroit, Smack know That day he ain't had no bail, he was locked up for a strap A subject you wouldn't know well My n***a was Wanted with Angelina Jolie aim So you gon see Mr. & Mrs. Smith & Wessun flash To put you in a freeze frame I'm throwing bullets from a powerful Glock With RG3 Aim Chase this battle was supposed to be Memorial Day This sh** got pushed back gor y'all to hear lines (hairlines) like I'm King James I bring pain, I pay cash for the hate, I don't need change A 45 will knock the holiday heart right out of Ving Rhames You gon meet a k**er straight in his eyes feeling him scared back bu*ter knife to yo Achilles Tendon and slowly I tear that You skydiving with no parachute trying to land on an airmat But this worse than getting caught bareback at a bear trap Damn, I'm a problem in the spot Hitman you be doing the remixing to I'm a remix and bring it from the bottom to the top This here gon be worse that getting caught bareback in a bear trap You skydiving with no parachute, trying to land on en air mat bu*ter knife to yo Achilles Tendon and slowly I tear that You looking your k**er straight, you looking your k**er straight You looking your k**er straight in his eyes feeling him stare back And if you survive this a** whooping You'll get shot by a Jersey n***as cannon I swear to God I will not do dash living My new verses is too perfect, you can't compare to my past writtens Plastic over my gun handle, that's how k**ers play bad mitten Now everybody in the club getting' Tipsy For real doe "I'm only one call away" With a steel fo' I got my Eagle on but I don't drop it real low My strap on co*k and I ain't talking about a dil*o Now how you try to school Hitman? He run the Lou n***a Who the f** made you that boss? Giving his pop advice on how to speak to him And yo' daddy never gave you that talk n***a you was never liked in your life, I'm the type I dismantle frauds You was talking about a bike, but I dyke That's the main reason you can't handle bars Now if a man's raised by a b**h, he grows up with loving heart Don't get it wrong, he could still have that k**er instinct But he emotional from the start The saying is "It take a village to raise a child, but a man when raising a boy" So Verb how you feel 5 years old watching your mother play with her toy? To all that sh** you just spit in them last rounds n***a they don't exist When a dyke was all that you had What the f** you gon say to your son when he say to you "Aye, who fathered you Dad?" Aye Big Gerald! At least your sons acknowledged you n***a And they new you as Dad Aye Lil Gerald! n***a that's how you talk to a f*g! n***a my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it NO! My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic 3 Rounds, not a perm jokes, all f**ing bars in it [Round 3: Aye Verb] When I was creating my 3'd round I was thinking of all ways to degrade you Bars after bars after bars, the sh** I was gon say, woo! Went through every last one of them lines in my head And threw em away, shoo! You can't come at no negative n***a with no negative sh** That ain't gon phase you, nah n***a you need phase 2 That's when I put you in the ground, but I keep you out the grave too It's gon be "all praise to Allah" or whoever the f** you pray to Cause this round, I ain't gon slay you black man, I'm a do worse...I'ma save you You a coward, you ain't brave fool cause that day in Detroit with Trick Trick rushed that stage you Did one little thing that made me wanna question the gangstas that raised you When they approached you You stepped back and pushed yo' n***as to the front And was like, "watch dem n***as bruh," if you was a real n***a You'd a stepped to the front and pushed them n***as back And be like "Watch these n***as bruh" You'll sacrifice your peoples live for some rap, n***a? Lines just so you can keep making it big they suppose to be ready to die? Why? See I ain't built like that, I lost partners in my past, that's hurtful Seeing my partner pa** and his daughter got his face, that's hurtful So this lil' pretend gangsta Crip sh** that you and Surf do Tah, the nerve of you Y'all wanna be k**ers? Well k** something then Do some time, go in, curfew Have a shootout on camera, put it on Youtube an the fans can search too But you will see (C) when somebody take out half that circle You the black mans abomination, but you the white mans golden boy When them crackers in high power hear you rapping They be like, "You go there boy." Cause as long as you keep spitting this street fictional bullsh** While your verses flowing Credit cards getting swiped for funerals, you selling hearses for 'em Guns and bu*ter you lil dumb motherf**er Commerce n***a I couldn't even talk this f**ing lingo with 'em Can't even converse with em So let's just dumb it down an it can get through Example: to Hitman fans he be trripping He hot head but he thorough boy He'll let that ratchet blam and use his hands But he got the footage to back it up on Worldstar, n***a where's yours? Oh, let me guess, let me guess, you a business man But you can't gang bang and do business, man You can't be on It but not on it, this what you represent n***a, own it Talk some game to the young Crip n***as, teach 'em something, you gotta show 'em You wanna do some dirt? Do some dirt and stay free That's the sole (soul) plan There's a bigger G than being a gangsta It's called a Grown man Before the beef, avoid the beef if you can But hell, tell 'em Ars, if they gotta shoot, switch up they stance Shoot with the wrong hand judge think he got the wrong man Why I gotta do this for you? Listen boy, every action has a reaction so let me ask you What are you Cripping for? Was your daddy with the sh** before? You knew you wasn't built for war, you needed n***as to rip the four Maybe you did it for the b**hes or Everybody in the neighborhood picked red and you picked blue just to be different or They helped you get permission before What the f**? You over here spitting bars this a powerful tact You young n***as now-a-days, y'all straight punks We was taught that cowards ride in packs [?] they voice What that OG say? Put that gun down Craig, put up your dukes Be a man, you fight, you live to fight another day You think life is a joke Ars? Motherf**er, no Change your ways you ugly a** boy, you doing this for the show Cause when your dumba** get blast or get slashed by the throat These n***as, they gon wear your T-shirt for two days They ain't gon cut your mama gra** You think they gon shovel her snow? NO! All night long I [?] your a** with this throat That was just some real sh** I thought you should know f**ing hoe...