URLtv, Geechi Gotti, Aye Verb - Geechi Gotti vs. Aye Verb lyrics

Top tierversus God tier
See me and Gotti sit on opposite sides
Before the lil' loc
Can evolve and sit wit' us
First he gotta lose a couple notches of pride
Cause when a God tier nigga get in front
Of you and y'all lock wit' them eyes
How y'all survive? It's first
Kill them thoughts that you're not gonna die
Cause you will
I'm lion for lion with you chump
They say, "Geechi Gotti can punch he nuts"
So just like Nutso he gon' die off the jump
E'rybody bleeds nigga
I done lost a few times
Blood ain't comin' out my mouth no mo'
Like Tekashi69
LA bars, I'ma talk to this nigga, not try to
St louis
That drive-by real when we ride through
You out yo' league
Either open eyes with a wide
View or two vice grips
And I'll stretch the I (eye) like "Piru"
Nightmares come when you niggas sleepin'
I left "Vegan Verb" at home, this beef man
Fuck that peace shit, it's cinematics
If I gotta spit 'matics the car creepin'
Smokin' anything that the K see
(KC) then we Chief-in' that's Midwest shit
Rah! Chest rip like Akuma shit
I know you heard, but I seen it my nigga
The rumor flipped i'm a boss
Bitch I'm way too boomin' to boom yo' shit
Buy my youngins fast food all
Month for they foolishness
Rock, paper, scissors
See you scissors right now, but you legit
The better bet it's
Always on Roc (k) like a Puma fit
11 years, my peers ask me
"Verb how you do that shit?'
Get yo' mind and body right
That turmeric tune yo' shit
New niggas always think they can hang
How true is this? Y'all get the big head
I adjust the noose and loose the fit
Like, "Come here nigga" you read
(red) me wrong and I blew (blue) yo' shit
You gotta nail a God to
Cross the lines and nigga
I'm not yo' crucifix
Aye, I'm confused a bit how
You start yo' rounds like, "You'se a bitch"
But, you get flew out by dudes and shit
Get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles
No, you'se a bitch
Ask my city, they say I'm the face
How that real sound
Everything that I did you tryin' to do now
It means nothin'
30 days to get ready? Let's get down
Old niggas who used to kill ain't worried
About young niggas that kill now
The dope house, it was a Full House
The shit was wicked
That's why that white girl had to
Stay next door that Kimmy Gibbler
Ain't worryin' if Crip be trippin'
I'm from it so miss me wit' it
In any field I show signs of a slide
My pitch be different
Wrap my arms around yo' mama big sister
Her frail body, and crush her
Sorry, gotta go, TT, I just spelled "Gotti"
Heard yo' patnas like to smoke that
Dip and they feel brolic
If they put that water in 'em
You gon' pull a shell out 'em on God
Most of you rappers just grow an image
I know your gimmick is to try to turn O from
Menace to a token hero
See it's no convincin' cause you so
Focused on dope and killin'
I can't see myself in these fake
Niggas through smoke and mirrors be honest
Vers' me you can't win
Because your mind clouded
Open your omelette, and let go nigga
Ya thoughts in bondage
Your rhymes is catered to
Convicts and Crown Vics, i'm beyond it
Full speed ahead
Straight forward tonight I'm Giannis
I'm conscious
But not tonight nigga I'm wit' the nonsense
The locked hair
Hombre blond twisted John Wick
STL, we back (h) ours like y'all time switch
You the king? I had the heir
To the throne like LeBron bitch
Yo, round one
I'm on top of yo' head let's get to drillin'
Round two: Blade, I cross his scalp
Lower his ceilin' in round three
Take the skin off his Adam
Apple it's so appealin'
Then let the wind hit his skull
Geechi Gotti death 'bout to be bone chillin'
Look how I talk to you
Niggas like grown children

URL gave me a home game!
I appreciate Verb cause he popped out
To battle me in LA? That's what
Most these scary niggas not 'bout
Ain't finna wrestle witchu in
This ring though, you gettin knocked out
Think Chris, I been one
(Benoit) to catch a body in my house
The Glocks out i ain't for play play
Cuz get pistol whipped 'til ya skull open
Go from pill to crack, it was gateway drug
Nigga you ain't no thug
You be on some gay shit
I remember nights I had the
Chopper givin' face lifts pull up, skkkkrt
Hop out and let the K spit
Arm pointin' out the Audi
(Adi) , Boom-in' to make a statement
Gang shit they said bangin' was fade
We will eventually get tired
Of poppin' straps
'Til I seen a nigga get buried under the dirt
I told his mama
"I don't think he can grow outta that"
A lotta straps i stay promotin' the violence
I'ma shoot 'til ya fam' in tears
That mean every man
Child and woman is cryin'
Amazin' how somethin' so loud can
Create a moment of silence
Nigga beam wit' the red dot
Shoot 'til ya chest pop
Gang of guns soundin' off my nigga
The lead hot
Got me feelin' like a truck driver
Cause the MAC goin' to ('til) the rest stop
Get ya neck shot
Bullet come out this fag face
You gettin' buried under them greens
That ya ass ate
Now ya really are what you eat Verb
You plant based you damn straight
Most these battle niggas nerves
Get punched and kicked
'til ya face planted on the curb
Stompin' on Verb gave a whole new meanin' to
Standin' on my words
I remember, standin' on the curb
Seein' niggas die at the start of summer
I shot niggas and been shot
I know karma well enough I
Could've borrowed from her
Ya dawg's a gunner
That's why I ride strapped
Cause, I ain't tryin' to
Die or gettin' killed
I'm hittin' corners with the baby on my lap
My son think he drivin' for real
Nigga I'm in the field
I was on some locin' shit
I still remember the first time I
Had to hold the grip
Shots was goin' everywhere when
I blowed the shit
Homies was callin' me "Anwar"
It was plain to see I
Couldn't control the bitch
Unloadin' clips, you finna get killed
Beggin' for your life in front of this steel
He askin' me not to, but I'm drop 'em anyway
Nigga Hip Hop Is Real aye what's the deal?
I got a gang of Crips outside
You should be very scared
This gangbangin' like teachin' kids
Aye, be (B) C's everywhere
I couldn't even imagine you in jail
I just can't see it happen
You say you Captain Marketable
I know some niggas ready to
Mark out the captain so what's happenin'
I'm talkin' locks in the socks
Prolly open hand slap him
Just sayin', if I ever caught
Verb on a sentence
Just know that it's action
Yeah, nigga the 4 will hit you
Dome shot, exposin' tissue
Anybody showin' concern for Verb
I'm unloadin' pistols so if they yellin'
"Aye hold on!" they just be goin' witchu
Cause when it's real, y'all can tell
Nigga rap

Aye shut yo' mark ass up nigga
I don't got no punchline or nothing
I just kinda like the way that shit sounds
Ain't no one on one fights in St louis
Out here the way y'all get down
You mean to tell me, I can
Approach your whole staff like
"Look I don't wanna problem with y'all fam'
But me and Gotti gotta throw hands
And all along I get to wash this pussy
This a hoe bath" what's up?
Three minute rounds - book me - long time
Preview - 3D so it
Any city I'm in, I'm wit' whatever
I'll be on Nutty Blocc wit' Nutty Bars
That means it's a wrap
When two sticks together
I'm in yo' yard, arms stuck to the torso
Two 5's on each side like Goro
Let's go to war bro
Yo, this the only gang where they mute
Yo' face and they mark yo' soul
If somethin' happens to me
Y'all hearts will show
He was Artic cold, fuck ya
I stand alone with the darkest
Poles and a scarlet rose
Cause any mark that y'all mark
Marvelous I mark they toes that's a body bag
Gotta talk in code around Marcus
I'm often told
He don't understand he stand for the
Streets but don't walk that road
Why the fuck yo' Instagram got 1
200 pictures? Who taught you bro?
I'm from the hood
Street niggas ain't never been photogenic
It's too hard to pose
I'm greatness, God favored and gifted
See of course I'm a boxer in
The ring I'm Triple G
I'm the best in the world
They don't make 'em like me no more
Bro you gotta check if I'm sterile
I'll put this TEC to yo' swirl
Smack yo' daddy but yo' daddy ain't thorough
Keep yo' daughters away from me
Cause I'm dawg Smack
Protect yo' little girls grrr
DMX sound next round I will flip yo'
Bars around BMX style, just like a pro
If every night if I gotta face
Mike and guard the coves
It's kinda hard to notice anything cold about
I'm wit' the giddy up
After it's over let's get 'em up
I call my right hand "rendezvous"
Cause these (Z disease) silent chlamydia
I split him up
Fuck the buck 50 and sit him up
Or sit him down with a couple
Of rounds then send him up baby 9
With a drum the same size as a sippy cup
Bullets move in and out yo' body
Same motion they stick you up
Man of the house by 13
The way we live was rough
Forced to grow up fast
Only could be a kid by Dream like Nivea
I used to get it in on bitches
Just cause they give it up
Now if she suck me
And she don't got a bag I don't get a nut
I show you niggas love
That's how I give it up
Niggas always wanna take credit from
Verb who ain't get enough
I can't debate witchu, cause you was created
Can't you see?
URL needed a face for this LA market
Preferably street
Gettin' my name, it'd cost a fee
But they'd get to control the market
So you ain't top tier, you a puppeteer
You need a helping hand to talk to me
Boy you spit that same shit every night
That shit borin'
Fuck these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Cause my real skeletons come with stories
The pain awful
Rum watchin' his brother drown
Like Ray Charles fool
This Pedigree of rapper in front of
Me is just dog food they all chewed
Houston, we got a problem, they all Screwed
Bring it back
Don't go past the bar, fuck law school
We here to rap you remain normal
And think in yo' mind like I can't harm you
The cap split his wig like Hey Arnold
It leave a stain on you before the battle
You walk to this stage and you had a pop
After the battle
I'ma take a few pictures and drag a box
All that finger pop, Gotti
Get outta that thinkin' bruh bar after bar
Is the reason you dead like the King Of Pop
What's up?!

You said you can't fuck a
Bitch before a battle
Whatchu thought? This was a boxin' match?
Imagine you at home wit' yo'
Lady she ass naked, you 'bout to smack
You like, "Nah baby chill out"
Turn on YouTube and start watchin' SMACK
Y'all niggas vouch for that?
How is gettin' pussy fuckin' wit' yo' rhymes?
You gay as shit and statements like
This show it every time
You say it's a preparation issue
But, you just disguisin' the fact
You couldn't fuck a
Bitch cause you had another nigga on yo' mind
I mean
I fuck bitches befo' every battle Verb
And I'm doin' fine
Maybe if you finally got you some pussy
You wouldn't be up here actin'
Like a pussy every time nigga I'm a Crip
Let one of my patnas get shot, I don't cry
I Crip about it ya mom's a dyke? I put
This strap in her mouth
You shouldn't trip about it
You got to see yo' mother fuck another
Bitch Verb? You got me beat
Unfortunately that double murder was
The only time I
Got to see two pussies under sheets
Nigga, I told the homies he can leave
In peace or it's hella homi's
So after this L, be
(B) G, or it's T-shirts for e'rybody
Nigga you livin' hella sloppy
But, you think it's godly
You fuckin' tweakin'
Ya dyke ass mama was a fuckin' bird
She left ya daddy, turned butch
And- she got some fuckin' nerve
She motherfuckin' basically raised you in
The house with no meat
So she the real reason we got this Vegan Verb
This shit absurd they say there's a bunch of
Day niggas in battle rap that might be true
They say some of these top tiers like boys
That might be you
But even if it ain't we'd be lyin' if
We say we ain't think it was dawg
(dog) the whole time like Chinese food
Nigga I need you
To look in that cam' and say you ain't gay

This one of the moments we gon' judge
You on what you ain't say
Nigga why would you wanna test the rookie?
Ya mom's a dyke, that alone
Tells me that growin' up
Your household was extra pussy
Nigga you soft as cookies, sweet as cinnamon
I can tell the way you spoke to Hitman in
That third round that deep
Down you envied him
Cause maybe if you had a Big Gerald in
Yo' life you wouldn't be so feminine
Nigga you'se a bitch!
Argue with females online like a hoe would do
Nigga you'se a bitch!
Swing ya hair and bat ya eyes
All shit men ain't 'pose to do
Nigga you'se a bitch!
Prolly go home, take this off
Put on spaghetti straps and keep a
Pocket book close to you
Nigga you'se a bitch!
Walked in the venue full of niggas and got
An attitude cause ain't nobody spoke to you
Nigga you'se a bitch!
You think because we see you with females
That we think you stabbin' shit? No lie
Versus B dot you was with a
Girl that was bad as shit
But that don't mean nothin'
To a shooter Verb
I can bet a stack of chips
That all it take is a headshot
And I can get any of these coroners
To bag ya bitch nigga savage shit
You get shot in the face wit' a big ole' gun
They gon' see you lookin' dead
On cam'like Jim Jones son
Nigga, motherfuckas like you
Just don't get it my nigga
Cause you is one of the top spittas
And these niggas don't give you credit
And that's fucked up
I feel like these niggas is
Hoes but don't worry cause after you dead
They can finally admit that you cold

Rap nigga

Real talk third roundsthat's this
Nigga's favorite move? Oh Geechi
See you just Geechi Gotti
I'm like Irv Gotti, I created the Rule fool
You know how easy my role would've
Been if Smack liked me?
Smack don't like the St louis niggas
But he act like it but whether
(weather) or not our relationship
Cloudy or cold climate every time when
(wind) he make it rain, I bring lightenin'
Excitin', to watch EFB construct a group
Of one line
Punchline niggas and y'all all the truth
Buttwo time Champion winner
Just highlights you
And we all know that they all
Buckle down and snap together
So you don't have a round to waste (waist)
So when you hold the belt up by yourself
It kinda throws me for a loop proof
2017, me and B dot we challenged minds
I walked by and gave you five
While you was waitin' in line
Now everybody got they time
When they greatness arrive
But in three years who the fuck
Can grow from 5'4" to 6'5"?
Tell me I'm lyin'
Community Revolution In Progress
That's what CRIP means
Did you know that child?
Y'all was an extension of the Black
Panthers way before yo' time
You a reputable but all you do
Is rep the bull on
How you'll blow that 9 and
You'll smoke yo' kind
When the original stood for the
Color of our skin
Why you don't show that side? God!
Tell yo' people what happened to
All your bros that slide
They get smoked or have to go inside
And if they get smoked y'all
Don't hold shit down
Y'all make shirts and hold up signs
And when his kids grow up with
The same mind y'all like, "So what? Fine"
Nah
Y'all better stop believin' these rapper guys
If Geechi was a real shooter
None of his battles here
Could ever be advertised
Gotti craft his lines for you asinine
And y'all gas him formaldehyde
He don't have a mind
Even if he had half a mind
He'd still be a lap behind
These suckas that y'all pacify
Barely even appetize, chicken wrap and fries
I bring yams and apple pies but y'all
Laugh at mine praise average guys, why?
Same shit when he rap his rhymes
Arms, over and over again
Like the travel sign why y'all tap my line?
I'm done with beef, I passed (past) my prime
My spot I never leave, I don't need alibi
First class, get on the plane
Dress plain but still travel fly
Your bros put all the work in
For California on the battle side
See I had to carry mine
I came in with three on my back like Allen I
I gripped this 40 cal' of mine
Aim for the loc' shin
(lotion) , not talkin' calamine
Fuckin' mortal
You need 100% to even stand beside
A god only need 10%
Bitch let me have them tithes
You can't take this heat Gotti
Your melanin low
I'm an elegant, intelligent, felon with soul
You nobody for the Crips but
You be sellin' it though
Blue wise, this nigga Buns Belly intro
How you childish with flows
But challenging pros? Hell if I know
You just a workout beginners Tae Bo
But salute him bravo
My shit's spicy like every Thai bowl
But only you and I know
That 30 days to get ready niggai can do that
But URL had to push the
Twist like a childproof cap
E'ry time y'all niggas dissed me
I just smiled through that
I show up, kill y'all and show y'all love
Why y'all don't do that?

You was dope in yo' era bro
But bro it's different
I'm the number one battler now
Plus the most consistent
I battled on all the top leagues
With no restrictions
Plus I'm a Crip so when I rap
The locs is listenin' plus the Damus
Me and B dot showin' y'all that
Red and blue can be coexistent
Plus my flow is vicious
Like the homie Vishiss
His baby girl showed y'all that the
West is known for lyrics
See, y'all said Day' was wrong for gimmicks
It dethroned his image
But until he showed his ass on
Stage the shit he rapped about
Y'all ain't wanna hear it this the Gang Land
Artificial clones should fear it
I wish Nitty was here to put a C
In his face and say "fuck social distance"
But bro just listen you a funny fuckin' guy
But what made you think all
Them jokes will work?
When every battle I go berserk
From big name to small name I show my worth
I treat a one rounder with TED
Like my war with Surf
Even at Genesis y'all would've thought I was
Anwar the way "I spoke to Twork" now listen
A west nigga run battle rap
Oh I know it hurt
My old job was puttin' niggas
Faces on they homie's shirt
But hold up first
How the fuck did you get here?
I been on the court
You should be in the stands
You had a whole fuckin' era when
You was cheatin' the fans remember Pay Verb?
That time in yo' career when
You was losin' respect
Battlin' anybody, anywhere
Long as you was gettin' a check
I mean whatchu expect?
Takin' small names on small leagues
What did you really accomplish?
You was goin' all over
The world rappin' bullshit
That's basically stealin' deposit's
It's nonsense
How the fuck can y'all be mad at
The way the culture movin' with Twork
When everything that bruh doin'
Nigga you was doin' it first?
But, you the first top tier nigga to
Get boo'd on the main stage
And that's a fact you kept battlin'
Niggas kept cookin' you but since you was
Controversial and controversy
Sells they kept bookin' you
I hate to look at you
I think niggas like Young Kannon, Ooops
Big Kan' it's plenty niggas from the
Midwest that's better
But since you was "hated" and that shit
Got- and that shit sold tickets
They kept givin' you plates
I ain't gon' lie that shit was clever
Cause even when you lose, they
Say shit like, "Aw man, new York just hatin'
That nigga Verb said
'Fuck 'em' he really wit' whatever"
Man get ya shit together
You started the trend that "It
Don't matter if you suck
Long as you a ticket seller"
You started the trend that "It's
Better at sellin' the fight
Don't matter who really better"
But check this out, we ain't nothin' alike
Cause at one point in time your hair had
Perm in it like my criminal record
Speakin' of records
I know niggas that's doin' Fed time
For what another nigga said
Take Ace for example, he never snitched
He still got ten
So I never understood the sayin' how
"closed mouths don't get fed (Fed) "
Nigga I'm fed up you dealin' wit' a rider
I've sent niggas to God for
A little bit of nada
Basically, doin' business with a nigga I
Never even met like El Plaga
Where's Saga? I need some prayers bro
I left bullets in his top on the left side
Just sayin' he gon' die wit' cases
Hangin' over his head like Tech-9
Nigga, I had little homies that's facin' time
Wishin' they could FaceTime
I feel like it's my fault cause
I gave them the guns
They in jail for lettin' mine
Explode in they palm (napalm)
Nigga, you know what I hate?
Niggas like you who pretend
I was really MJ in my hood
I felt like I was hoopin' then
My big homies was perfectionists
Cause if I went on a mission and missed
They gon' make me shoot again
It was ruthless man the whole gang can vouch
Niggas really seen Bae lurkin'
I don't wish this lifestyle on anybody
I'm tellin' y'all it ain't worth it
A lot of jail, death and grief
I was there for everything like TK kirkland
The streets ain't perfect
Nah, I done seen niggas that's
Really ready to ride they strapped everyday
They keep it on they side
If they get caught it's no snitchin'
They tell the detective a bunch of lies
And they still end up a headstone or a
Picture on the shirt of they guys
Richard Pryor, Bernie Mack no jokin'
I'm just sayin'
Plenty stand up niggas done died
And when it's real y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Hope niggas didn't believe them lies