URLtv, Aye Verb, Hollow Da Don - Aye Verb vs. Hollow Da Don (Rematch) lyrics

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 wetshe 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

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 iti 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!