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Aye Verb vs Charlie Clips, he said:
"If a nigga wanna see that Holla and Verb
Put that money up and I will not serve"
So what the fuck are we battling for, Verb?
Those few bars alone already prove you
Not a man to your word

You created who
Me? Nigga I perfected my grind
‘Cause Word War was yours but
It was technically mine
I had the most wins, put in the most money
Battles stay packed
Did the most views, I’m just naming facts
But the long story short
For the people that wanna know
It was Aye Verb’s stage
Your boy just took over the show
This ain’t for the king of the city
I did this for whatever cash
Cause, I can’t take a crown from


Him that he never had
We could take the streets and keep it rap
It’s whatever Chaz
But make the wrong choice
You gon’ leave here in a leather bag

Aye pops, niggas calling my phone
I’m like "y'all don’t know Nathan"
Handle what situation
Aye Verb? I got a degree in communications
Hit? off the dresser
I wish you would test us boy
I’ll expose Verb like an English professor

You probably gotta step on me in lyrics
That’s what you do the most
But delivery and quotes? Ain’t even close
Performance, I got you beat
By a hundred votes
They laugh at you, not with you
You motherfucking joke

Now I could’ve got personal but I chose not
And it’s BMG gang, we something you hoes not
Close curtain how you get certainly
Closed in a box
Better do some soul searching or
Get your soul shot
You will never run the streets nigga
I’m a roadblock

A couple niggas wanna call your bluff
I should auction you
But, I told niggas he cool
That’s what bosses do
But watch what you say in your rhyme
Be cautious dude
Cause, I’ll forget it’s rap and stop your
Verse like "who you talking to?"

It ain’t a street bone in his body
He’s not what he seem
I punch niggas with no warning then
Smack this as a team
And you look kinda confused
Let me show you what that mean my set
No playground so I ain’t gotta get
Pushed for me to swing

It’s a lot of weapons I could slay y'all with
The black gloves
Rubber grip with the radar chip
I come to one of Verb
Parties with the AR clip
And shoot soon as I get in like I’m JR smith

Fuck it, I'ma remix it
It’s a lot of weapons I could slay y'all with
The black gloves
Rubber grip with the radar chip
The black gloves
Rubber grip with the radar chip
I come to one of Verb
Parties with the AR clip
And shoot soon and shoot soon and shoot soon
And shoot soon and shoot soon as I
Get in like I’m JR smith

Matter fact you a bitch, man up
You need to bark when you bite
You was a sucka back then
You a sucka tonight
At any time you feel tempted
It’s nothing to fight i cut his ring off
My footwork tougher than Mike’s
By the time you two agree
You get snuffed with a right
You marketable, I’m remarkable
We’re nothing alike
And you act the way you act
Because your mother’s a dyke ?
I ain’t an STL rookie my nigga
They threw the best on him looking around
One of the niggas that put the vets on him
Let the caps fly on stage, go Rex on him
Cash on his head
Got money orders and checks on him
Nigga you a bitch
No reason to pull a Tec on him
I’ll put him way in the whole
I in debt homie

You old ass clown just an old ass now
Let a young nigga shine
Sit your old ass down

I know I said I could’ve got
Personal but I chose not
I was talking first round
Second round it gets hot ballgame

A nigga hit me up and told me
"Verb! Holla on YouTube dissing you"
My first thoughts, "Holla? Nada, my nigga
Go get a clearer view"
He said "It’s Holla, I’m
Watching, go watch it", instantly I got hot
Like "This emotional
Seven day menstrual move
Weak pencil move having
Disloyal, bitch made, fool-ass punk!"

Clicked the link to the interview to see
What he trying to get into
And this nigga says… "I’m mad at Verb cause
He ain’t come to my Arsonal battle
He ain’t call me in seven months"
Some shit a bitch would do!
It’s pitiful how a million views could
Change Holla to a different dude
But to me, he still the same
Bird-ass nigga who never got bread
Not even pigeon food
He down, they call me from the loan
He who I give it to
When his baby mama cheating on
Him with other niggas pitching?
I’m the shoulder he cry on
I’m the nigga who listen to him
Despicable cause this lil’ nigga
I used to fuck with
Even would’ve gave my liver to
Nahhh that isn’t true
But anywho, I gotta lynch this fool
Throw him in hot water like instant food
Heavy like instant ooh
Y'all got him chose, I get him chewed
This bitch confused this round here
I got the motherfucking juice
Bars! Nigga I’m witches’ brew
Lyrical chichi boom
Give him another hole to whistle through
Aim that cannon flash, still shot
No picture move
Holla, killing you gon’ hurt me way more
Than it’s gon’ get to you

I carefully crafted these rounds
Later give him that lyrical shower
First, for the villain to beat the superhero
You gotta strip him off his power first

Reality check Holla, you are
Not a young star, dog
You’re 24, and in December, you
Just bought your first car, dog
Reality check Holla, you
A motherfucking fraud, dog
But nigga, you’re so fraud, you don’t
Even know that you’re a fraud, dog
Reality check Holla
And I really have to check that
You are not, I repeat
You are not from the Westside
You’re from Hazelwood so throw
Up your H, bitch, and rep that!
Reality check Holla
Before this battle shit kicked off
You talking to bitches? Nah
Hitting bad broads?
Huh! You ugly-ass lil’ boy
You have the swagger of a guard dog
Reality check Holla
You was a part of team from
St louis before I kicked you out that squad
Dog for taking too many shots, Mr ball Game
You’re a ball hog! Reality check Holla
He tell niggas he had a shootout so
Y'all won’t think that he weak
But he ain’t tell you
He was shooting that rusty 38 in
The air from across the street
And the niggas he was playing with
They was gonna smoke you
But, I called and asked for a pass
Cause you was dumb with no culture
I ain’t wanna see you dead or in a cell
You fucking fool
But y'all don’t score my last two bars
That’s just what a real nigga do

Showtiiiiiime on everything
I show Holla some shit he never seen
Rewrite his life movie and put a
Scary scream in every scene
A couple rings out that left
Will make a levy lean
When it’s ball, I go heavy fiend
Get that pipe
I smoke anything and everything

You little maggot frame, get a casket
Your little average dame
Get bagged and banged
What you gon’ do? Slide up
On me like baggage claim?
I go and get that steel, lil’ nigga
I play the passing lane

I’m at a cocky mood, I’m beating
Up on this dead meat, i’m in that Rocky mood
So our boy dropped you
You went and hopped on Nelly
Dick faster than Ashanti do

If you know anything about Hitman
Then you should know that I don’t mess around
And when it come to this battle shit
I do a lot of exposing in the second round
First off, i told you in advance that
You never stood a chance
I’m greeted by demand and you can’t pull my
Card cause the city know my hand

Speaking of hands
You and I both know that you never got choked
You and I both know that
Whole rumour was a joke
But the shit that you did had
Me heated through the charts
I'ma tell y'all the reason he ain’t
Come with me for Ars

Hanz had Verb spooked, I’m talking real bad
I called Verb everyday, after school
After class like, "Yo
You get your ticket? It’s about to go down"
And he said every time, "I’m online now"
But wait, I called the night before
He ain’t even call back
Text me in the morning on some shit like
"I'ma fall back"
If that ain’t phony or shady
Then what you call that?
Respect that I once had for you
I want it all back

Let me talk to this nigga
Nobody give a fuck that your
Resume with the heavyweights
When you walk around with a
Heart that belong with featherweights
Verb, nobody give a fuck that you
Fucking all of the ladies
When every battle rapper consider
You as a lady
Verb, and the nigga that protect you
Not gon’ come and help you
Or come to your rescue cause I’m his nephew
So all that guap game gon’ protect
You? That’s so not the case
Cause where the fuck was Chase
When you was getting chased?
You ran out of state and punched in
The face on camera trying to escape
Man you so fucking lame

You mean to tell me
A nigga punched you in your mouth and
All you did was pout? What’s that?
Now I ain’t say I walk around
The city like a tough cat
But there’s rules you learn as a kid
Fuck rap a nigga curse you
It’s mandatory that you cuss back
A nigga rush you
It’s mandatory that you rush back
A nigga shoot at you
It’s mandatory that you bust back
A nigga touch you
It’s mandatory that you touch back

And you did a song with Genocide behind? back
And he used to give you money, never mind
Besides that you did some shit then showed
You ain't’ want no contact
Genocide bombed first
When are you gon’ bomb back?
Let a nigga touch me
"Tremaine where the nines at?
We got a banana clip, Mardi Gras, time strap
?, shotgun,?" all you here is "yet yett"
And blood flying everywhere

I was the man at 14, I do what I does
Before you battled SB
The Lou ain’t know who you was
Limelight, we was trill, gangbanging for real
Niggas was getting killed, we
Was out doing that, you was out at the meals
Trying to sell jewelry, belts, watches
And heels on my son, I’m for real

St louis, what the hell?
Y'all praise the nigga that tried to
Blackball Street Status from URL?
Oh, that’s on my son, grand pap
The nigga hit my jack like
"Street Status is wack"
Wait 'til I call Smack
On a URL stage them niggas will never rap
I hate to say it St louis
But that’s a motherfucking fact
Aye Verb clown
This choppa will lay this nerd down
Let’s talk about that
Parking lot situ-uughhhh
I'ma save that for the third round

You old-ass clown just an old ass noun
Let a young nigga shine
Sit your old ass down

Now this the round when I get lyrical
I ride up on Holla like a car and
Put lead in him like a pencil
What? Them last bars
They didn’t stick like that?
But y'all scream and go crazy when
He say shit like that

Explain me this cause I don’t get it yet
You rep Westside, Blood gang, 50-100 block?
Right? Right? But how? Cause lil’ nigga
That’s a Crip set but let me guess
Since you do so much
Westsiding and bloop-blooping
That they just gon’ let you Soo-woop it
Right? Bitch, you sound stupid

It’s sucka in you Holla
Real niggas can read that shit
Plus it’s coward in you too
Cause you bleed that shit
I ride on niggas like a
Gangster with just me, that’s it
If this was flip mob, I’d be Barry Sanders
You’d be Emmitt Smith
Cause you run behind your block
I don’t need that shit

If I catch him outside and
Tell this bitch nigga, "man up"
He gon’ be like, "mannn…", man what?!
"I’m just saying Verb, on my mama, ball game
Wait 'til mom get here
Wait 'til mom get here"
Man shut up lil’ nigga, you
Ain’t reckless, you bang never
I’m a one man slay special
Get your whole gang wet, if I come
To you first then all they cribs
I’m like a chain letter

You on that sizzy look brother
This my house heathen
You lizard looking motherfucker, mouse-eater
How you gon’ stand here
And beat little niggas
When you run around screaming
"you see me" for Murphy Lee
"Don’t nobody see him!"
So you just a little nigga’s little nigga

I’m a grown man Holla, I’m almost 30, a boss
You ain’t street
They think you street because
You dirty and dark
You ain’t a killer, you a dolphin
You just related to sharks
I grab that eagle
Let it fly until that birdy get lost
Fuck it be soft dog
Mardi Gras parade in reverse
I throw something
He catch it and then it take his top off
This lyrical hot sauce, should I stop? Nah
Watch i made you and I made me
They see you and be like "who?"
They see me and be like "G!"
The club play you but they pay me
So where the fuck is your fame?
It’s like I was playing Mortal Kombat
On Sega Genesis with your career
And pressed A-B-A-C-A-B-B cause I put
Blood in the game

Now let that marinate, my spot permanent
It’s very straight
Slow it down! My spot perm in it
It’s very straight
You a ground level featherweight
Fucking with a heavyweight that
Can mid-ground levitate
40 got 17, you take 5 like I told you
"take a break"

Nah let’s take that back, he
Say I’m over the hill
Damn ain’t that strange
I come with a gun that’s
Grant’s age, scope on it, go on a rampage
And get to shooting from Durant range
Bitch nigga you lost stay in your damn lane

Knock knock, you know what that mean
I’m back on my bullshit
Bow! They say they want that Hitman back
I’m on my old shit, now I’m in his crib
His granny up by her toes shit
Where his newborn? I stuff him
Up in the stove shit
Auntie, throat slit, yeah outta
Control shit, oh shit, ars’s treatment

What up, Chaz? Well
All them weapons and them things you shoot?
I saw that footage and you
Got some explaining to do
How many niggas chased you, was it two?
Some brown skin nigga with waves, was it you?
The camera don’t lie, if you watch and see
It’s some URL battle rap nigga
Running through a park again
People, his name starts with a C

Fuck it, let’s get straight to the facts
Verb them niggas that chased you is
Right by that bar
Go ahead, chase them niggas back, Verb
Smack,? guns at, you better warn him
I ain’t saving no more rappers
I’m killing all of 'em
I load up that mac like I’m
Putting air in the Spalding
Braow! Run up on me, you leave crawling
I’m eating real well, I could tell
You starving

But fuck rap, let’s get it on, Marvin
Niggas wanna deal, I’m too ill, Marlon
He talk, he see me? like a?
?, I came up the fastest but fuck top tier
Give me that underdog status
I walked in, hugs from the bitches
The baddest
He walked in, tragic, no looks, Magic
?, I’m a motherfucking savage
For the bills, I turn into a gator like Brad

All this battle rapping and you broke
No bank account or Chase?
St louis, slow it down
I said all this battle rapping
And he broke, no bank, aye count on Chase

Come on Verb, like outta all people you know
I do not play so you can save all that cool
Shit for a hot date how you still?
How you want it chalked up or
Picked up the mop way?
Found in a swimming pool and
Left under the dockway
? style, go listen to what the doc’ say
Female bitch should’ve listened to
What your pops say one of us the face of the
Lou and he is not gay

A quick snipe, I’ll let two go blaow!
He’ll leave the city to play
With Angels Pujols style
I said a quick snipe, I’ll let two go blaow!
He’ll leave the city to play with Angels
Pujols style

Calicoe put on a ball game
Shirt cause I’m repping you
I feel that Blackface said I’m
One of his faves, this a trill fact
It’s my second time making top tier
Feel that cause there’s a difference between
Metaphors and real rap

Aye Verb can’t keep up with the baddest
Maybe my nigga Ill but I
Got stronger after Street Status

St louis
What up? I show him what a college thug 'bout
Right jab, something like lightning
I knock a bulb out i’m talking right now
I don’t give a fuck what you was 'bout
Grown man what? This a grizzly to a cub scout
You 'pose to be a boss
Well tell Smack where the gloves out

Old-ass clown, just an old ass now
Let a young nigga shine
Sit your old ass down! Ball game!

Holla, you such a fraud, aren’t you?
A nigga swung on me when I had a cast on
My foot was just broke
But when Twin swung on you, you just broke
It wasn’t a broken bone on you

Truthfully, everybody knew that
There was nothing that you can do with me
The test was "Could I
Kill you beautifully and
Leave here without a bruise on me?"
You ain’t moving me, bitch get worried
My last round was your obituary
This one is your eulogy
You a snake in the grass, Holla
But how you gon’ hide in that grass once I
Remove the weed and everyone
Can view and see?
You might not get it now but
At the end of this round, you’ll see

Real quick, if we was slaves and had
A New York slave master
And the master came again and said
"Now, which one of you country negroes
Wanna be my new house nigga?"
He’ll kneel quick, I get
To picking my cotton, i’m on that field shit
I’m driving St lou to success
You make the wheel shift
I’m trying to destroy these New York niggas
He trying to build shit

I knew one day
This was gon’ be a match I had to deal with
I blame me
I should’ve stopped you before you got
Started like a kill switch
You made fun of Arsonal for
Driving that school bus
To feed his people? That ain’t real shit
But, you riding with all these kids like
You on a motherfucking field trip

I will get that tool and let it grip
Go to work and put a drill bit
In every nigga that you chill with
And I throw a steel fist, you never will
Bitch
We never saw, we just heard you a swinger
Nigga you Will Smith

If this was Menace I I Society
You know who the fuck that we are
I be OG Wax Ill, O-Dog this nigga Caine like
"Look man, I’m just trying to do my thang
I ain’t dissing no East
Coast niggas alright?"
Nigga, get the fuck out the car

See to y'all, he may appear cool
I know him so I don’t feel dude
Your character’s similar to
Flea market Holla, ain’t nothing real in you

You make me mad cause you use this
Hood act like it’s a fad
Throw up your red rag and sag and
Say "on my momma" behind everything
But, you got everything a nigga who
Come from nothing never had
You got a momma and a dad
You’re privileged but you are too
Ignorant to admit it

Holla, 75% of black fathers don’t even visit
I been to your crib many times
That shit roses and bubbles
I watched your momma hug you
But, your father doesn’t love you cause
He let you be a sucker
When a father loves his son and the
Son means the world to the father
Son get to going down that road
You grab him up by that collar
Like, "Listen, your name Gerald
Let’s chill with all this Holla
You a athlete with no rap sheet
You ain’t ever clip rounds or
Bust a zip down, ho sit down
You ain’t never been in a dope house
Where the dope fiends smoke up
See that thick cloud, smell that aroma
And almost throw up
You ain’t never had to hustle
Get a pack and swear it came from the border
That shit don’t lock up
You hit the block up and still
Get it off to the snorters
See, I worked all my life so
That life you never would see
So when you claim you from the hood
That’s disrespectful to me
I married your momma as a chess move
I ain’t wanna see you getting
Stepped to by some step-dude
Yes fool, I kept you in the best shoes
Put you in the best schools
Stop telling people that the mob is your crew
Cause when the mob fuck niggas up
Them niggas that they fuck up
They only know you so nigga
Stop getting on camera saying
You popping them guns
Aye Big Gerald! (Yes sir)
That’s the way you talk to your son!

Every time I see your face, I envision a rage
I wanna get me a blade and hit
Your chest 'til it resemble a maze
I tell my niggas "promote that choppa"
That mean give it a raise
And let it get wild like Jerry Springer every
Time he put the niggas on stage

I want him dead, I get him well hunted
12 shooters, 100 round drums, this fool done
Run up on Gerald
Give Mr full-time that full ton
I took this battle for the bread
And to get this shit clear
Denzel voice from Training Day, "Nigga
You just live here, i run shit here!"
Ball game!