Loaded Lux vs. Aye Verb

Lyrics

[Round 1: Loaded Lux] It's for my niggas up north getting full on that jack mac Another Smack back, I got a sucker to back smack (They gon' love this) Enough shit talkin', time to talk shop This 'bout to be so dome splittin' home slice Ain't no cut on this thing but you're gettin' chopped You gonna fall short every line clip and it stop This here gon' be a clean take down, just play ball From the tip, off wit' his head and then it drops Damn Verb, look what you did what you did wit' ya shot They gon' give me all the photo cred' but all I caught was the body... Yeah some niggas don't get the picture 'til it's cropped Top- layers they put you in, that's from all that bitchin' you do a lot If you got through the tiers flippin', I should flop Word Verb, you 'bout that action for traffic and then it stops I'm a mind reader You gon' be time keepin' the time keeper This should've been unlimited but it's not You'se a tricky nigga got 'em to get the clicker on paper put a hold (hole) on me like a ticket clipper This what you picked, you forgot? You was supposed to let the fans in Houston figure this out Yeah I keep all the tweets from your Twitter account Silly nigga, slippin', thought I was blocked But you claim you a legend, well, you gotta walk that "forever" talk nigga That infinite ain't a knot you can just put on ya belt yourself If that ain't the extent of what you can rock it's not felt Maybe for a song or two on the mic, cool, (Michael) Phelps But you're swimmin' next to a yacht These three minute round niggas, swearin' they gods But ain't no limits to Jah That's why fuck you nigga, I'ma keep tickin' Forget the tock on that digital box Niggas just wanna watch me come to work As soon as I start to punch in, you ain't got to look over You gon' know exactly what time it is when you gettin' clocked Yeah, you cappin', just not cappin', captain Just mismatchin' disses is a lot Thought this was a cool move, hiccup, I'm the wrong dude you, slip dissin' Can knock you bein' hip up out ya slot Injuries (and you're ease) I see you jumpin' the gun, right? I'm like, "Why would I take offense (a fence) to the hop?" I let you leap, get him high This what he want? We all got needs (knees), but yours gonna bend to the will I got! Ya body rhythm a lot I wrote the code, thinkin' you overload, ya system just in shock Just breathe nigga Verb, what the A (Aye) for? Apron? Nigga, are you a waitress? Why you lay out how heavy the stakes (steaks) then Already set the table of content so they mind's bent, outta great shape when They go to step up and scale the lines, measure the body Punches can't fit like a glove, cause you done laced it wit' the narration See, some things you should make wait (weight) He don't even let us get to the weigh-ins (Wayans) Brothers! I'm me, fuck you thought? Eff who and how many, how 'bout some fights ain't meant to be fought Now I'm in ya fort Hit ya spot, big dance, spin ya top Ballroom, no costume, I figure, "Nah" Why? When I can just wear you out, shit you did all this for props! You'se a flower pot Why not throw some dirt on ya name? This the thanks after I pitched you game? Helped ya home base Get to every card and all (Cardinal), y'all think it's because of the bol' pen (bullpen)? How if when, tryin' to win, he talked all that SMACK and it pushed yo' ass right back in the Lionz Den Nigga, I am him! You was flyer then No promotion I couldn't talk, in the grit gettin' it I was cookin' but got back to him; Ving Rhames in the kitchen Now his head locked in submission Baby Boy you gon' Kawhi ("Crwy") Leonard try kill us (killas) When you gotta show the team he rap to, (Raptor) Godzilla. Nigga High builder But dig this Cause for me this is comin' down a notch You know how like a bum would be gettin' that intruder alert? Word What I mean is I mean it's Verb, this shit gotta stop nigga! You know you was dead Ain't this the same college student that was goin' noodles? Yeah? Well they brought in a study buddy to get ya two to (tutor) the head I would've dropped ya sooner, basura But I wanted to serve you clean, ya know? It's Vegan Verb now But for the record the Burger King, ya know? I mean... Who knew the (noodle) process in (processing) the food could taste like such ecstasy? Watching me molly wop a junior (Whopper Jr) Lose to this loser? Is you shittin' me? C'mon Houston y'all gotta keep it real wit' me Y'all mean to tell me this nigga could show up straight to one picture day And y'all let all this shit slide off baby buck's smooth butt Forget about the dude's scruff cause he got a new cut? I always forget to remember The DNA on you new niggas today, genes (jeans) ain't got the Boot cut I mean, look life a good tool but It ain't gon' fix it When these niggas who turn nuts get it twisted Cause you ain't tell him he screwed up You out here gettin' fully bully wit' punches But y'all gon' make 'em feel good as long as he threw one "Ayo Verb got Mook!" I said, "To do what?" I was right there nigga, you can't talk that 2-1 you won shit to me nigga I mean you grew some, but it's gruesome... God damn fans got you lookin' like a fool son What's left to teach ya (teacher)? Gotta tell a student he trippin' just to get him on a school bus Excuses, excu- nigga excuse us You'se a fuckin' fraud nigga That just want applause that come from y'all Give this nigga credit I pull his Discover card like, "What's the charge if it ain't debit?" Nigga you don't thug at all Budden bars Why lie 'bout a gun was involved just so a punch could get off? Oh you gon' ride up? Iron low like you anemic Lies nigga You gon' hide/duck, saw Iron, got low, took the check for Lux and went to Neiman's nigga Were we fussin' cause wasn't nobody in ya corner On the corner- [Smack calls time. Loaded argues and Verb lets him rock.] Wasn't nobody in ya corner on the corner lookin' like you was gettin' cornered just for talkin' When Beasley walked up, I thought I told you nigga, "I let you eat after I- (Get off my break nigga!) [Round 1: Aye Verb] Smack, is you ready nigga? Lux, is you ready nigga? Beeelooved! Beeelooved! You know the difference between me and you fuck boy? I mean it ain't just one thing, it's a lot of 'em literally It's crazy this culture deems you dangerous And all you do is, and all you do is walk around being...Loaded Hahaha Bitch I really smoke shit Your war record is too common for us to even share common enemies Aye, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Cause when yo' mind move like how mine move Now suddenly I've been blessed with this divine energy Lux...yo' level of comp ain't a- it it ain't a high level of comp' It's standard, it what come wit' it nigga, it's complementary Y'all Clark Kent is now in the face of a real villain Tonight, I don't hear yo' raps, nah uh I don't hear they claps While you perform, I envision a slaughter for him Wit' chainsaws goin' and pigs squealin' All night I got these ill feelings That's dedication So what you crazy? You still gon' get yo' crazy ass killed I'ma sit you down crazy still...like a mental patient in meditation What? We all know you ass/as That's the definition of reputation Stay woke, I'll make the creative mind of y'all Wes Craven appear cave men Insane shit, I'ma murder you Then preserve blood off the pavement for later so I can bathe in it Cat Scan Beloved, I was amazed cause there's more afraid than rage in him Never seen a saber tooth tiger behave kitten Peel his cap back, open his skull it's a maze in it I'm confused cause it ain't a way out or a way in it You got a fake image With a whisper of great gimmick That's why yo' rhymes don't manifest in this world, they phase different Until you let down yo' little guard, show us who you are, your full potential remains hidden And that makes it easy for me to Blake Griffin over this caged pigeon He told Hollow, "Stand up niggas don't lean", he way trippin' But where I'm from, I guess we raised different Cause we was taught, if it's a nigga you wanna smoke and he got shooters around him you smoke the shooters Stand up niggas gotta lean once they crouch or they cane ('caine) missin' You an open book for Verb, every round I'm page rippin' Get off that dust and slam the breaks on all of this shape shifting I am unlocked, herbal tea sippin', steel wit' a gun cock, let off one shot Then the ringin' speed up like when ya phone block Yeah son hot but I brought sunblock for this fuckin' kumquat I've been wit' it, you been timid You took the punk route You scary like Ben Willis wit' the hook But I'm scary, I'm Ben Simmons wit' a jump shot I showed up here evolved, hair and all Mixin' Farrakhan wit' fire in my eyes and no fear of God Won't spare the wise Binoculars look like the logo of the Ferragam' Ain't water moccasins, these deep waters, this not the pond You Transform for this, in my Prime I was Megatron You look down on me That crown too heavy on the head it's on You can't see me, clearly he trippin' his mirror fogged If he clip me the hood turns up Nipsy when hero's gone Apollo Creed, I'd rather die in this ring than to leave knotted A vegan versus everything 'Healthy', the fans came here to see a clean body Had to take him out of his field, road game Show the nigga how this feel In his field, backstage his water be lightly chilled and distilled I still, walk in and hit the faucet like this still And you do is, "You did this...you did that", out there that's cold shit To the midwest and down south niggas, to us that's hoe shit So take yo' angle, whatever it is I can take yo' angle I'm from the hood, God gotta make monsters, he don't make angels The game been bias for you east coast Tri-State rhymers Steady gassin', they ain't fans they was highway drivers I say fire, they stay silent and make you irate kinda I chase you down, time to kill, this is when I play Meyers Price rate rises, later, when I vibrate higher I don't tread light, in my mind I'm on five great tires This is high grade china Then you snort it I'ma find great China King Kong ain't worried 'bout a primate fighter In dark places nigga, I straight light up I make lightenin', I break titans Y'all see sensei, nigga I see slices All night I'ma be straight brutal You are special Lux, but when God made you special He made a mistake and He made two of us You ain't shit to me Just another one of the numerous I done chewed up I ain't humorous Jokes don't get told at you nigga's funerals I'm powerful This flow out the mud, yo' shit malleable I make Blain Brown's look Bartholomew You the root of this culture? Pssst, nigga I'll knock tree bark outta you Bein' out my element is being in my element, this shit is odd to you I never bow my head, I'm an odd ball I go to war and never throw my towel in You don't never take yo' towel off Every time I saw you I told you "sound off" Whatchu do? You throw jabs but write (right) first like a southpaw It's 'bout to get hot early, you didn't see yo' shadow groundhog Doctor wit' the pen, if you a doctor it depends When niggas sick you call off, I pull up, I make house calls I'm a stand still, backflip nigga Before yo' backflip you need a round off Silencers take the sound off I never touch the surface, I piss the ground off Tonight we separate the Pitbulls from the house dogs Fuckin' house dog [Round 2: Loaded Lux] I said look If I slay you...it's a no brainer You even graze me, you famous But what they pay me to do? It's a contract to walk in ya house and cave in ya roof Move This shit don't take a lot of wit He don't gotta win, that's the truth In his mind, "I got Lux I got Mook, shoot. I'm already in How y'all not convinced, look what I'm against." This is a feast Ya eyes on the prize for him Is bein' in the belly of the beast, the bottom of the pit I work, he's into wishin' (intuition) That's a gut feelin' When a nigga know he gotta die just (digest) to be the shit I'm gon' do my duty though, I'm gon' do my duty Hold up, they givin' mental midgets to genius giants I'm cosmic, that's why this nigga's scared For him it's conscious heavy, meddling (metaling) wit' a nigga you know rockin' Ahh, both sockets watchin' Ya heart pumpin' in a circle jumpin' But he know who to rave about And I'm 'bout to make it gothic For a punk, you couldn't even stomp wit' me in a mosh pit I'm Godsent nigga Yo, yeah I know it's that way But this is Lenny Kravitz, riffin' You bitchin' My background vocals is Princess Jasmine Keep wishin' I'm Will Smith then I came to make a movie and it's a classic Wit' a casket Cause son, you don't know how many box offers (office) I had to put a lad in (Aladdin) It's 'A Whole New World', nigga This ain't back when you was rappin' wit' Hollow You might be Showtime, just not at The Apollo, nigga You know how I know? Last year you could've got ate (8) They told me, "Wait" I said, "Cool it's N.O.M.E. it's fine." Fuck is Verb? I could've battled anybody and headlined But you know when you know it's time All these gun bar niggas on the card, but you can bet Smack still call Lux to fully Load this .9 And I'ma blow ya mind wit' it I'm so on the money wit' this shit Smack had the grand champ his grands For this pussy, the tongue lashing to the T, I Rex these bitches But got the belt fixin' 'em, I'm still handy man Ya stance nigga, you don't stand a chance When you St. Louis niggas pop out, I think Nelly albums Soccer moms Family vans You know, the good stuff 'Til you gotta watch one of they community leaders gettin' put in the trunk for tryin' to lift his hood up That shit rougher than mechanic hands Man, I be, "Damn." All this work, they got me up here tryin' to be a lazy nigga Put my kid in park not playin' wit' him The complications Yo bro, you're not contemplatin' The gang of differences you got He can't see (C) it bein' (B'in), I'm what's crackin' blood vessels in this nigga's mental block I'm key Nigga, I be star trackin' (Star Trek-ing), grapplin', space travel You can't anchor from a shippin' dock "Aye aye captain." Nigga, you are so not on board I'm like a whole 'nother type of craftsman I mean, I ain't tryin' to hold V up, but this is Spock nigga This is top doggin', tip top shape, kay? With the drop on against the opp' Good riddance (writtens), what did you jot? I mean, cause you asked for this, oh did you not? And won't he do it? I'm such a smart ass, well I'm goin' stupid But it's 'bout to have you starin' in this idiot box This exclusive, no This ya wake- up, the whole St. Louis Heard I was ringin' this nigga bell, he can't hear the music Live from Houston Look, ya wife 'bout to find out you got a whole 'nother family at this Pay Per Viewing, nigga Won't he do it? I told y'all Mook care for ya So there's no confusion, this is Houston, right? And nigga you got a problem For years, they done did your wave so greasy to the point you can't brush it off Now you pickin' out different culminations cause I, hear you was growin', knowin' you wanna cut ya loss (locks) Talkin' 'bout extension, Nina, you gon' put yo' bitch weave in What next? You gonna run salons? Cause ain't nobody here (hair) thinkin' you 'bout to bang bitch, who you puttin' this front up for, nigga? I'm gonna do what it do whatever one you sport nigga These sons of butchers It's all in the battle for this, we lookin' at how your moms at When a bitch nigga think they gotcha number Turns out they just takin' contact, nigga Let's combat Ayo ARP! Aye Verb runnin' prolly Ay, give little nigga his heart back It ain't his fault that, he didn't know, you should've hollered at a real hit man (Hitman) Would've told him, "What happens to killers who don't honor they contracts, nigga?" Aye Hitman now that's a rap you should've remixed nigga Rap-rap you should've remixed nigga But instead of put him on track, you just skipped the fact Or tellin' this vegan, "Aye man, this might be the wrong time to be givin' chicken back man." Especially, everybody else can see You went at Mook about his leadership skills But didn't Yung Ill follow you when you misled ya grief? Where he could've fed his peeps If not got the check at least, still kept his integrity But noooo, damn you handled that unprofessionally This nigga out here chasing licks and takin' licks The fuck can you teach us about some legacy, nigga? "I'm a dawg", dude nigga we see your pedigree I got the message he tapped in, that's Morse Code When the thirsty nigga gets spoon fed until the fork in the road That's a turnoff And I'ma pull up like skkkkkert "Aye look here nigga. First off This is Offset talkin' to Quavo 'bout a bad ad lib, yeah You see right here, is when you gonna have to take that skirt off." Nigga man up! (I can't wait 'til y'all rewind all this. Fuck outta here nigga.) You got drugged all this way to be up here lookin' like you usin' I'm crackin' this nigga head, I had to Whitney a nigga in Houston, man You know what? You'se a waste of my motherfuckin' time nigga (And you're cuttin' into your mother's fuckin' time!) Nooooo! I wouldn't even touch ya moms nigga 'Healthy' nigga [Round 2: Aye Verb] Aye, round of applause for Lux puttin' us on y'all {Claps} That's where it stops I won't bow So you can miss me wit' that kung-fu guru Bru' shit One of yo' fans told me, "Verb you can't fuck wit' Lux His style's so unique He's so fast he can catch a bullet in his teeth." How fuckin' neat? But I ain't here to throw hands and feet bitch Nigga this an execution, play ball Three minute rounds (They ain't book me for a long time Fuck a preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too So it's Showtime!) Put some bread on him like a stock exchange Directions read, "Lots of pain" Picture, open heart like a locket chain I've been watchin' Bane Ride up, rockets bang from a proper range He terrified, swervin', spinnin' the wheel like he Dr. Strange I'm not for games I live for this smoke, I breathe a different air, this isn't fair Verb leavin' beef bloody, is it rare? This shit practice, I've been to the finals so I'm prepared Even in practice, miss a wide open shot you hit the stairs The lights on me, but they never not on me, so I don't care I got the glow so standin' next to me hoe, you just a glare Boy you barely make sense like workers with prison shares I can't let you live behind them bars, you get the chair They happy that you back, I don't give a care You ran so long, I'm sorry I can't clap when that ribbon tears Listen here, where I'm from I dap all of the tigers and kiss the bears It's a jungle, you couldn't hop lilypads or ribbit there You and your staff's in the air and you flicker flares On the island of fear you buy rental shares, I won't even visit there I'm talkin' to your soul, where you goin'? "Hey how you get up there?!" Amazing the body dies alone but the mind and the soul it lives in pairs Wait, I ain't woke, I'm just aware I wasn't worried 'bout the win/loss, I was more indecisive 'bout what to wear Nigga yeah We watched Mook cook you he did it torch like He put you out the house, I said, "Come home", let on the porch light Open the door like gave you a hug tight "I missed you. While you was gone the game ain't stop like playin' Fortnite." I got that master room now nigga, see what that floor like Arguin' will leave to stabs like what rappers used to record like On this stage boy I throw hard rights And caught charges assault like When you on the court Mike we ain't worried 'bout you Bill Cartwrights Yo' kind of pressure, goin' to Flex hopin' yo' flow tight My pressure, puttin' the town on my neck hopin' court go right My method J. Cole like But my jab and my sidestep pro like Education and street ethics I need both like Gotta motivate myself to go right Nigga's round me sellin' dope, I'm chasin' 30 for a show and they makin' 7 every slow night What you write, it ain't food for the thought I won't buy, it won't register Get that shit out my cart, that shit you sayin' is soft You ain't shit but the Super Saiyan to marks I don't see great, not a spark, just filet wit' a fork Cause at yo' house you gotta pay here to park, Lux I'ma take you apart Take any girl that you want and play wit' her heart String her along like I'm playin' a harp You ain't a champ, you a chump I press gangsters you be playin' on punks I get knocked out I'm back outside, boy you stay in for months We ain't the same boy, you so funny You ain't killed Verb you ain't killed nobody I'll hold the barrel to my head for you, dare you to smoke something and won't even think to make a Go Fund Me Take some notes from me Yo' ancestors was prolly hidin' in forests On my end, my origin is Mayan warriors Cut off my head bitch I might grow four of 'em Power up in the same motion, niggas play the accordion Look how I talk to y'all Morpheus When I came in this game I sent you rappers a message I said, "Forward 'em" You niggas scared to bite that formula Investors came and they liked my formula Told Smack, "For this business to flourish you need less of them niggas and more of him." Yo' sister get you artist's bruh, I never viewed Caine, no Michael Kor' in us But baggin' is like the norm to us The Big Apple your core audience, I know your coordinates They line up memorials every time I fly in LaGuardia Lie in Astoria, write his whole story up I got coroners concealed in ya corner, this ain't no war wit' Lux Cause afterwards we dap like "Good performance" Have a drink and we'll watch tears runnin' down yo' face each time you pour it up I hate a nigga that act all innocent, you a fraud Head on I face all my blemishes I got God like energy but the Devil still enemy For the Buck I be sittin' behind mirror tint But the clip longer than Mirotic, it won't feel wrong a little bit Your arch nemesis, authentic with all sentences Part Schindler's List Smoke cancerous carcinogens You get killed on some Hitler shit Rhythm arithmetic Dark energies and whispers from dark entities Your luck ran out Beloved No matter how much you search and try to clover find This Final Destination and death can only give closure is when you close yo' eyes A humble king, I'm such a noble guy I'ma take time and sign and notarize every Polaroid of you get pulverized In yo' mind, you got a house on the hill and the holy skies So you look down and throw black cloud around the trap house niggas like it ain't dope inside Yeah, who you foolin' boy? I know ya kind I'll smack blood in yo' mouth, you'll spit out a rainbow and ya roll yo' eyes You a maggot, and a maggot at a maximum only grows to flies Rewind yours and it's more to find Yeah, rewind mine and get horrified I'm borderline immortalized You look good in front of these punks but in front of all your kind you normalized You better pick who you war wit' and choose yo' armor wise [Round 3: Loaded Lux] We should've never gave this nigga no rap press Goddamn it, granted you access at best this was dangerous I mean you came in hittin' guardian angels, ya aim was high Creatin', thought you was fly, then why the divine deflation? It was always in ya nature, the migration You soiled on new soil then got disloyal to the vibration Now the drive's payments New arrangements You pop up with Chase chasin' fat checks I gotta fact check a nigga who fakin' You used to be crazy with his imagination Turned padded wall weightless What I mean is all you got now is the patience (patients) The mental issue placed in ya psyche a situation But if you think it's cool, cool Yeah, wack, he (wacky) know it and I don't jack it (jacket), let's get it straightened I coined phrases for this paper, face it, we seen your make up You go do a thousand interviews tryin' to spin a move in ya favor I bring cold rounds to the ring thinkin' a killer comin' to ice me, they give me a figure skater, man I am the greatest Cause solely only my pen is aided the opinionated when they debate it But at least we can say this I liked ya better wit' the perm nigga Cause at least that dude (due) had his head on straight then Now it's, "Hey sis", "Sweetness" But ain't nothin' about you Equal, I see you The [?] think it's entertainment The brainless herd, don't know everything they heard from you is to sway 'em That's why I give it to these niggas, word for word I Verb bait him (verbatim) Nigga thank me later If you on the outside lookin' in This is Don't Be A Menace To South Central While Drinking Your Juice In The Hood again When the pops younger than the son But this my house and I gotta whoop him in Status is what he mad at Verb don't hate Loaded Lux nigga He just hate the fact I remind him of what you could've been Get at me I'm old school, like big Caddy's and Ms. Haddie Trina you can't Trick Daddy Word get back we heard, I got that idea from your third wit' Hitman, whatchu say? But if you made that a hot line and I made it a Hit then Man okay I'll take that, we impact, you just graze After me, no disrespect but Slim shit just wasn't the same As for you, your man out here Wild 'N Out Who might I add is a better position than you today You runnin' 'round gettin' caught tryin' to get a plate You'se a fool I pity pat him Verb is a poker, he did the same shit with Cassidy He'll try ya hand just to get on the card, how y'all don't see the deal at play? Maybe your fans like you preyin' on niggas, thinkin' you a fake What I got? You say six of them thangs? But 9 times outta 10 when you see me on screen All that shit be real I say I bet every time you jumped in the ring cause you got a bill to pay That's the difference Aye, curve Beasley and them turned the curb Put you back on the bus after being backstage gettin' your respect backhanded, Double Impact-ing you sluts Y'all Cardinal cappin' bruh What I mean is, you diss ARP but just like a bird for the low go (logo) back to the nigga that was smackin' you up But act like you tough I got a contest for the hard pressed Cause I really think you got superiority complex That's how you can say your baby moms is the best but you cheat on her Unfaithful nigga Out here hittin' females; lady killer I think you bitter Somewhere in ya mind I think every time a woman made you mad you saw that babysitter Now, there's no question she molested you, so this part for you may be filler You know, try to block it out, and I feel ya But they came a long way to here about your ways how I get in ya way cause you never healed up Look bruh, this the light fixture Don't see the negatives when this hit ya main frame (mainframe) it I'm just tryin' to give you the large picture, nigga For the listeners, I'm givin' you symptoms I'm sure you want Verb always playin' the victim Even when he winnin' feelin' like everybody against him Showtime I wanna give you what he hides Here's somethin' recently that he tried Yo Calicoe! How 'bout when it's real and it rhyme, nigga Now no online, we actually had phone calls to get this battle done On the line, no middle man That mean I got your number and you got mine Fast forward, all I asked you for was more time I can see you said, "Nah", and then I said, "Why?" And then let you tell it I whined And I was tryin' to just get my wage [?] denied And I took to Twitter like some people we know Now pointing any elbows ahhhh But I...at least then I could see how ya moves were justified But outta nowhere this nigga just pops up on PSA Radio I'm like, "This guy." Now whatever dudes he let the Tom Cruise With me, I get a whole Minority Report and I didn't even commit no crime I'm like, "Woooow." Nigga, what triggered in ya mind that you was bein' victimized? Truthfully, was it pride? Or the prize You saw it as an opportunity to get the critics on ya side Ayo lil' bro, when we hit 'em like twice that [?] [Lil Bro] Both times [Loaded Lux] Right [Lil Bro] And you let it ring to voicemail nigga [Loaded Lux] Am I lyin'? [Lil Bro] [?] [Loaded Lux] Cause I knew you looked at it and just didn't accept the call nigga, and that's fine Geechi Gotti voice tho' [Lil Bro] You'se a bitch! [Loaded Lux] Cause at least I could've respected him more if you hit "decline", nigga Beasley called your phone, no answer I called ya phone no answer nigga These is sensitive times But you got time, to pop up on PSA Radio...again, workin'...at the job Here it is, I can't get a lousy extra two minutes but you can take 30 of 'em and turn a simple "no" into a blog That's on God nigga It's always summertime and the living is easy You're spoiled Where the Aye Verb fans at? {Crowd cheers} Yeah, you'se a sucker too nigga No expirin', but you make sure on the low, you tell 'em in the comments nigga, every round I was firin' But don't be mad, JayBlac is hirin', my nigga If you don't take nothin' else from my story, this part you should Aye Verb, I'm a long way from home nigga But so far so good, nigga [Round 3: Aye Verb] Aye, you know what thing I like about you New Yorkers? Absolutely nothing But I do like how y'all all got this ability to sell some fake shit and make people buy it Pardon me Beloved I'm sorry I'm not impressed Tonight, the whole time while you was rhymin', this the scene in my head that I was visualizin' "Aye my man I got these gold chains fresh off the train. They come from the island Shop wit' me black man. I get 'em to you for less than value." See where y'all from, y'all pride yourself wit' bein' grimy So anything they show you look good on the surface but look inside it? You see the clouds in the stones but to the naked eye it looks stylish Let me be honest Lux you got this fake jewel droppin' shit down to a science But you ain't shit but Cubic zirconia cut like a diamond it's extra shiny Riddle me this How do you stop a lyric driven nigga from lookin' godly? You've got to bomb him Give a conscious rapper a bald head and make him look like he Common Let that marinate Grey Hoodie Lux, stop tryin' You can't go from Black Panther walkin' on water to back slidin' Is you kiddin' me? You think you can just diddy bop through the Bayou? And the crocs ain't gon' show you they teeth and gators won't try you? Where you from, niggas gas yo' shit wit' a match behind it But that's what make you to a grown ass sucker, they're pacifying No pressure writin', this shit from soul, never inspired, I just smoke Cause it crack my head open to crack the hydrant, I let it flow Y'all be deep but none of you niggas vikings I'm Moses, just me and a stick ain't a staff like it No promo for this good rappin' homo, not even basic chatter Pull out ya casket I'ma make it shatter Ogh, I make it matter if you make me madder Pull out yo' suit I'ma turn the pastor into Casper in Stacy Adams Let's shake this ladder This ain't no fight cause I don't taste my plasma The cloth I'm from they don't make this fabric Fuck how I'm snappin', I get to slashin' And make a wicker basket out you bastard I'm a tyrant with the method of pirates Sprinkle some violence, it's sickening And this when I go viral off that virus Astral project Close eyelids, time roll backwards Walkin' a thin line through both dimensions you need tight rope practice Yo heat ain't shit, I had meditation sessions in Cairo with a [?] And you hot I'm cold Hot and cold make cyclones happens Stars are lining (aligning) back up for me; chiropractor Sheep in yo' blood That's why you fold you got the gyro factor I got that pyro factor I walk off stage and leave a light show after I'm not like most rappers I be patient, toe tappin' a finger pop just like white folks snappin' Different drive, different vehicle Yeah he a ghost, but I'm a rental Kia car with a trunk full of a quarter ki of coke I'm what the streets need the most Every time I shower now don't even need the soap Nigga I'm an animal, it's only right I walk around and reek of GOAT The loser gotta jump, therefore if we tie and they can't call it We both go to the top of the buildin' and stand on it Take a leap, as I stare at the street to land on it You'll be smilin' the whole time cause you wearin' a damn harness, you fuckin' scam artist I'm outside wit' it like homeless people Fuck the stage, we could've threw it on the block like Marcin Gortat in the post with Oladipo See I came to take yo' best shots, see I don't come to weave 'em I gotta see if this legend true about you punchin' people All of the moments he froze and all the weak nigga's components he shows This been a cheat code for Mr. Lomachenko and it's when all his chinks show {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} St. Louis nigga, fuck ya crown I'ma turn all my teeth gold Your body I'ma bring it back boy I'm wit' all the repos See I'm a player but still a part of me coach I tell myself, "Long as I hit the game winners I can miss all the free throws." I bleed out and get my arteries sewn And when I die nigga my heart'll be cloned and every part of sold Yeah you found us But you ain't tryin' to build us from the ground up You was tryin' to find some food for ya monsters Goodz, ICE, Arsonal, so you fish in small ponds, out of towners lookin' for flounders But you picked the wrong fish motherfucker I'm a piranha You remember back in New York City that time you brought us? I was hungry, survivin' off hunger without a dollar I was in my baby mama crib, nigga just had a toddler I was tryin' to be the best while forgettin' to be his father When it rains it pours, my life's scattered showers like every hour When you pass away, you gon' be known as a cold coward Use that gift God gave you or He gon' take back yo' power People tell you that you great, you don't even comment How you gon' turn yo' nose up at the people that's tryin' to hand you yo' flowers? It ain't just you, we all bring somethin' to the table, it's like a potluck Either play by the rules or get outta this shit nigga, this is our stuff When you die you gon' be born again You was a little chicken in this realm, you gon' be reincarnated a Cornish hen When I wrote this shit my eyes turned scarlet red and I scarred my hands Party's over, end of the night bitch, c'mon let's dance Dunk contest, picture this the opening round I do a 360 from the dots and I get high off the ground They'll give me 7 Cause I'm so cold they kinda numb to it now You'll miss yo' dunk and grab yo' rim and they'll react off the sound You fuckin' clown That's why I gotta come put you down It ain't about winnin' or losin' wit' me Lux I just wanted you niggas to know what was up wit' me now