Aye Verb vs. Hollow Da Don (Rematch)

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[Round 1: Aye Verb] The con' read, "five minutes", I said, "Let's she" call this bobsledding Cause I'm sliddin', straight out the gate My drive back Full clip loaded with the side pack It's gon' be screams if you niggas fuck wit' me, no climax Let me rewind back I did it the fastest, my time tracked And y'all ain't never shown me love, right? Aight But you still gotta look up to me like IMAX Let me rhyme Smack This real beef, brought my prime back 30 times that Get 30 30'd in a pine bat, nigga where yo' pride at? Surf got in power and hijacked The only rapper who stood strong, y'all niggas, ya spine's cracked So I'm wildin' again That flow growlin' again Lose in New York? Smack sent that wire, why don't we try that again? Killed you and 'Tez the same way, at that time y'all was friends After y'all died, nobody came to my island again Nigga you can send clowns, you can get it shakin', tell 'em "spin now" Whatever cloth y'all cut from, gets pinned down LOM stand for "loyal", I'm thinkin' like "Bitch how?" Can't be loyal if yo' friends back then ain't yo' friends now That's a fact! The end, I gotta get that sack D-ends, they gotta go get that sack Another fact I'm just still warmin' up Hollow I'm strapped, listen Gangstas don't dance to Don, that's for the hoodlums Us ballers do a slick two step Kinda like a Euro You number one? I'm more than one I'm plural, I can bring it to you or come get it nigga like toro I'm deadin' the skies above you, just trapped up inside a [?] I can rap with morals and get pack and make powder boil I'm like Popeye, I stay with a stick bitch; Olive Oyl Hollow, uh huh, you can't be the man if I can lil' boy you As a child I was mentally broken and stole on You niggas couldn't walk in my shoes, my soul gone Ave wanna dance wit' Verb, I picked Da Don It makes sense, just to bust up this pussy and skip the prom This a different drum I match Don, this shit for fun I done socked you up two rounds already, nigga get you one I'm just throwin' facts, all that gossip be in yo' raps I don't plan out no damn attack I get gothic, I go in black What's poppin', I am not them niggas, bitch I am that 40 stuffed in the old school Rappers now, we need a pistol more than ProTools Hollow the GOAT, he like a ghost, niggas he go through Ain't scared of ghost, to be a ghost, somebody smoked you nigga Bring back the old you This is not the guy I know I like the other one I'ma plant ya weird ass in the ground and grow another one I'm troublesome Silencers on it sound like a bitch who poppin' bubblegum Violence was chosen You a mothafuckin' fiend We know you fuckin' wit' the D Look at his face, we gotta face it, he could never be clean (Qleen) Weapon machine Yes you met Wolverines, special fatigue Attitude is nothin' less than extreme "TEC with the beam. Go get reckless and scream." "Say what you?" "Just do it. On erybody. I put a check on they team." That's a Nike flip My writings such a reckless routine Remember me? "Soul flyin'", such a special lil' scheme Remix, his soul flyin' Think like Clyde Drexler with wings From the moment you niggas met me I'm me It's goin' up I'm goin' left like Ali You bet' not pet me I'm mean Knife to ya queen wet...she let out an excellent scream If I didn't slit half her throat this bitch she prolly could sing Shoulder strap, hold the strap like a sling What it's gon' be? One man, multiple holes (hoes), y'all know poly my thing Beatin' me? That window close, I hit X on that screen See, you niggas take the beatings But I'ma fall for these broads It's like I became Kano I read in a blog Nigga nah You don't rap, all you do is expose Who did what and Swear To God, man these niggas is hoes [Round 1: Hollow Da Don] Last time you was here and you was rappin' You was versus Casey and you just brought her out and still got no reaction I had to cut back on the trees I am a grinder If niggas lose some shit, I-I-I help them look for it...I am a finder Bro why am I even here? I need some information And everything pointed at you, that's the indication You damn near got me openin' the card, and I ain't want an invitation Cause you can't even get a plate without hearin' no boos, people got their reservations Are we gettin' yoga Verb or Yoda Verb? Could any one of them go to Verb and tell 'em we tired of that spoken word? I got somethin' that I owe Verb So I load up somethin' old Verb All you see is me wavin' (wave and) two caps, like the old Verb Nigga, fuck you and Jason Tatum I tie up everybody in St. Louis make 'em pray to Jada And say Steph Curry's they favorite player Nigga I'll hide ya newborn inside a Honda two-door Then hide the Honda two-door inside a U-Haul and drive it too far I'm outta my mind but I promise you all But before I leave I gotta school y'all I'm Dr. Umar I've got a- Enough's enough I could have my female cousin fuck him up New York sliced pizza, y'all thinkin' he just a buck Nah, slice for cheap Smack, I heard you doin' budget cuts I said, GunTitles what up? That back and forth with you and Surf? That shit was unique My nigga, how you callin' out a nigga you beat? How you bloggin' 'bout a nigga for weeks? Worst part is, he consider it beef He left holes in Surf in Chicago Then chased him for eight summers Before the battle? Yeezy After the battle? Wave runner But our battle, he had his best performance Classic shit He still ain't kill me and I freestyled half the shit I mean, so let's update it The bars hit, enter lines He's talkin' he's feminized The gay nigga that hate women, the target's been identified I can picture him rollin' his eyes walkin' inside a vegan spot Like, "What?! Y'all ain't got the Beyond Beef in stock? You 'bout to get the same treatment Jesus got!" Nigga all that shit old But let me ask you this, do you know about them robbin' you? .40 cents an hour you Wal-Mart/McDonalds you Alpha, Bravo and Charlie you Nah, he don't know 'bout that time he still slavery ended He don't peep they made an amendment that gave an acceptance We in a simulation, it's a system so I'm playin' against it But, he can't get deep like this, to me it's a no brainer I done shared cells with traffickers, cocainers In the 90's that made that white girl look good; Topanga We can do the ten step [?]; Lone Ranger Guaranteed he get left mean; Joe Fraizer I said, then I grab the second pound Cock it, it's extra loud And then ooooooooh, you lucky it ain't a second round!