URLtv, Aye Verb, John John Da Don - John John Da Don vs. Aye Verb lyrics

Fresh off a body bag at NOME IV with Reed
I admit, that battle was even boring me
Now I got Verb? In New York? I
'm even more intrigued
Cause, I finally got somebody this
Crowd hates more than me
I feel like every real nigga in the
Building wanna see me beat em
Every nigga that he cool with
Wanna see me heat em split that hurr do
(hairdo) into pieces soon as I meat cleave em
Turn those to micro-waves so
I could reheat em
He leaving off this earth, I'll space-ship em
My lines are real
Reel and over-board but I ain't fishing
I couldn't run out of bars
If I escaped prison
The Timberwolves the only way we seeing Aye
A Wiggin have everybody packing bags but
They ain't trippin


I'll have you going there for nothing
That's a blank mission
He know he see me as is comp
It's like I came with em
That's why he's dying inside
Like an AIDS victim
I'm in the way so they want me to move
But every time you niggas hate
Give me something to prove Now body bag or
A classic? If y'all want me to choose
Then he gon die by his fans

Since they want me to lose i said die
You bias fans since y'all want me to lose
Matics jammed
But, if I get a bullet stuck in the Uz'
I grab a 2x4 just for something to use
And try to board bored out his mind like he
Need something to do
But, you like to get animated
Bout how your cans shoot
Like when you say the sparks from it
Look like you waving two roman candles
Then what about the gun you had
To cock doin the Elvis move
You're not a shooter
You're a dancer cause that's really
All the hell you do
But, it's funny how you say your hardest
Bars with some fucking dance move
When you got snuffed we only
Seen you do the running
Man So every time you talk that gun shit
It's a fucking scam
You wouldn't have a big cap pointing
If you was Uncle Sam
Against Goodz he said he'd give
A nigga a lil dust, that's a sandstorm
And he'll be struggling to pick
Up that 50 cal
Look like he sliding back a van door
But, if that 50 cal's a pistol
What the fuck would he need
Both of his hands for?
And if that 50 cal is a rifle
Don't it come with a stand for you to
Sit it on the damn floor? See
That goes to show that this man ain't
Ever been in no damn war
But y'all be hyping his dumb shit that's
Why I'm mad that y'all fans for
But, I left my gun at home
I don't need it to knock this man off
Cause he can die before it
Comes out the closet, that's Luther Vandross
See y'all notice I been snapping on
Some other shit this whole time
I a lot of fans been asking me
To bring back that old John that Shang Sun
That Mr kill-A-Nigga With-His-Own-Lines
Y'all ready? I'm back s0000 it's ShowTime!
Everybody willing to ride up
Til they on the chair
Serve em with a Colt 45 like he ordered beer
Invested in a stock and bonded with
It like I bought a share
Extensions? For what?! I got this
Real long '4 in here (foreign hair)
Fuck whoever say that I be stealing
They could suck meat
The next time I argue over biting
I'ma buck teeth
You never putting shit on blast
You just front street
You really give me that chick feel Aye
(Chik-Fil-A) cause you don't want beef
I'm only here cause I'm nope cause I wanna be
Fuck what you got in your hurr
The stage was just for me
The day I choose to leave
Him alone he getting bucks
From me Aye Reed I know it's lonely my nigga!
Here comes some company

Okay fans we all know how this gon end
With him in a bag and a towel on him
I fuck with y'all so heavy I'ma
Let y'all decide his fate
What y'all want me to do? Talk to the
Lil nigga or just wild on him? Fuck it
3 minute rounds they ain't book me for a
Long time Fuck the preview, let's
Let that beef brew, in 3D too
S00000 it's SHOWTIME!
You an opening act John John
Muzzle that loud bark
You go on before the shit niggas wanna hear
Small talk
I say nice shit every card, I'm a Hallmark
Pop fly, get caught in this bitch
Not like the ball park

You lil niggas cowards
Rushing niggas what y'all talk?
Well nigga you can't jump the gun
That's a false start
I Transform make the machine move
I'm the All Spark
I lost 10, this revenge, time
To get money back, i'm like a loan shark
Hate you young battle rap niggas
Y'all all soft you punk think y'all tough
Because y'all tatted? Y'all all marks
2 O'clock outside his crib, let the car park
3 O'clock holes
Hoes will be in 'em like a Wal-Mart
This is Summer Madness and your style
Charlie Brown
"Wanh-wanh" I'm leather mask down
With that chainsaw, nigga "Hugnh! Hugnh!"
URL told me to smoke you
They tired of you John John
They like "fuck all these young niggas"
Smack feeling like Lebron's mom
I'm 80's swagging whipping a 1980 Caddy
Tape deck cassettes in the whip
You know the AB
Action Catch em coming out of that mall
Him and his lady matching 2 380's blasting
These flashes look like I'm
Banging two baby dragons
The kicks make yo hat
Shirt fly nigga, that's crazy fashion
I asked him, you moved to Atlanta? Why
You leave your state? Big buildings
Opportunity? This shit you should appreciate
Ain't no opportunity in St louis
My whole state increase with hate i'm 30
Nigga I ain't have my first
Dream til I was 28 you a Young Thugga lover
Freckle face Flamboyant
Bow Wow take a piss you follow em
Wash his hands for em
Nigga you a geek with bars mixed
With gun lines John John
You gotta say yo name twice
So they remember it i'm Aye Verb, one time
You bragging cause you did you some time?
Stop cheesing 90-120?
Nigga that's shock treatment
See that's the difference between us Johnny
Our grind don't match
What you know about being in a cell
With a nigga facing a murder?
Got you scared to go to sleep
Cause our crimes don't match
Aye Verb vers' John John
See what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that bread
I come put blood in that mouth

Til this day you and Hitman
Battle shocks me still
You couldn't violate me like that
And not get killed you see I'm a sun
Son of a gun so I ain't got no chill
Plus daddy's here so you could talk
To my pops for real
Speaking of that do you even
Know your pops for real?
I heard your mother's a dyke
That means she's technically your
Pop but still
You shouldn't be rapping bout all
Of these Glocks you peel
Just cause your mother got a metal dick
That don't mean you out here cocking steel
You got a kid you don't claim
That's what's bothering me
But, I could dig it like a
Florist he's just guarding his seed
(gardening seed)
But, I'll find him and if he's too
Much like his father to me head shot
See if the apple fall far from the tree
And the way you talk down to
These rookies makes me uneasy
That don't mean their bars
Are rated under ours (R) cause they PG
Them lil niggas got more heart than you cuz
Remember that scene B?
When Baby Boy get his ass whooped
Again don't call Sweet Pea
Norbes gon have to book your next battle
Don't call Beasley
Even if we got him Prep for the test
He'll need a cheat sheet
I heard he in ties with the law
(Ty Law) STLPD he gon be face to face with a
Dot he try to reach me it's Chess
We could bet the checkmate you
Couldn't beat me I'm a
Win just to say my case up like I'm Steamsley
You let Ah di Boom on stage and do you greasy
You look like you pissed your pants
He made you pee (P) , G
But John John cried his way to the top
That's what got him there
Quoted from Big T but you agreed
Now that's gotten clear Y'all like
NASDAQ and Dow Jones
Y'all both lost a lot of stock this year
So how the fuck I'm the cry
Baby when y'all dropping tiers tears?
You even lost your own cult following
Where's they long gone and won't be
Coming back any time soon
So stop that gun talk
Cause you never let a nine boom
The last time you had your hands on a strap
Is when you felt that fake
Dick in your mom's room
You see, hoe niggas do hoe shit
Now am I right or wrong?
You said you helped Math out there in Cali
That's what you riding on?

But why the footage show Math on his own?
But he was riding strong
While you was acting funny like you had
Kevin Hart but didn't Ride Along
Wassup with that? First you get snuffed and
Didn't snuff him back
Then ran on Math when he got jumped
That was a sucka act That's why I keep my
Gun attached in case if I ain't wanna scrap
I'll have metal arms clapping over heads
They'll think they jumping jacks
So now what? You probably shit your
Draws when you around guns
I bet he get lifted from one pull
This a loud blunt
You don't need public transportation
To get around bum these cannons get intense
In tents like a circus
Circuit's whenever clouds clowns come
I traded punches with B Magic
Unlike him and Fox
And damn near outperformed Hitman and
Took that nigga's spot
Now I got another St louis
Vic'? Why switch the plot? Fuck it
He gon get the same multiple choice
Them other 2 niggas got
But to be honest I ain't
Trying to get booed son
So I got creative then I came
Up with a new one you see A the same as B
Once I'm holding on that snub
But B the same as C once
I load it up with slugs
Then C the same as D once
I hold it in his mug
So Aye will be the one to see
He shooting all of the above
I swear y'all have to recognize
Verb from the neck down you down two - zip
And I have yet to spit my best round
I'm mad cause every time you battle
West you've been a letdown
And fucking up my brand but I'ma
Save that for my next round

Smack, you ain't gon waste mine and I
Ain't gon' waste your time again
Cause your rookies don't get it
They think they go get on stage
With just dope rhymes and win
Lil nigga when you battling a god
You gotta write your best round
Trash it, rewrite that whole round again
Make that 45 extend
Example: Sooo it's (Showtime) again
It ain't nothing to put John in an oven
You ain't cold food
I'm hot, I cook everything up top
I'm a stove food
Verb never war with the workers
Go head and roll through
I get your leader, when I box the head
That's a Vogue move
I'm old school, one deep, set tripping
Wanna scrap?
We could hop out back like a wet gremlin
If your try it here? I'm a
Ride for it an entire year
And every time you see me you
Better be rockin' riot gear
When I appear, one 40
(140) that's Floyd's size
You staring in the face of a
Man from a boys eyes
I used to take that hundred
Round drum for a spin, that's a joyride
You never had your feet in
That game or sat courtside this boy lies
Get on stage with all these war rhymes
Well let me walk you through some real shit
I'll be your tour guide
I ran off with some dope boys money
30 G's exactly i had real gangstas
Niggas that chop fingers at me
Had to gank some soft ass niggas for 40 G's
Took the gangstas 35 in the bag
And they let me breathe nigga please
That shit you write make me furious
You happy to be on stage
I'm happy to be here period
I'm authentic when I rhyme because
I walk that shit

So you can't talk that shit to
A nigga who talk that shit
This shit 'bout to get ugly lil nigga
Un Kasa I'm a cannon snort gun powder
I'm so 'bout it I'm the Terminator
Shotgun and a leather bama he John Connor
My mission break John's collar
The bitch one of my hoes
She wifey when John got her
She a cum catcher, nigga come catch her
Come watch her
You a young sugar daddy, young papa
You pay for shit
She come to you screaming "my
Notes high" like some opera john I clack it
Down the hatchet John you Catholic?
Well you 'bout to meet John The Baptist
Coming on stage with an angle
It don't matter if it's true shit Your angle
Don't mean shit with a nigga aiming
At you, bitch On the net it look sweet
But up close it's much different Hitman
Gave you the wound
I'm just reopening stitches
I don't play on this stage
I be smoking you bitches
Two ratchets screaming at em
Like he got babies by both of them bitches
Aye Verb vers' John John
See what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that bread
I come put blood in they mouth

We all know Verb don't do
Well outside his comfort zone
Either he choking up or slipping up
He still stumble prone
I could've got him slumped at home
It ain't like him choking and dying
Is something we ain't seen before (CB4)
This nigga trust his Jones
Remember? Trustus Jones in CB4 when
He choked and died?
Now think of that and think
Of Verb versus Caustic
See how that coincide?
I wanted you to beat Illmac'
To keep the hope alive
NBA, when you get banged on you 'pose to rise
We URL so King Of The
Dot don't mind paying us
To battle they best dudes and try to
Prove they can hang with us
I watched 'em send your soul up to heaven
That's why I'm aiming up
Until I leave his spirit soaking wet
That's angel dust
I thought you was professional Verb?
Until them choke ups how the fuck are you Mr
"Showtime" but can't show up?
You got them white boys really
Thinking they can own us
For letting 'em take your shine on stage
Here go some slow bucks
But me? I been labeled as a thief
They say I steal a lot
So I can make you see AR's
(Cars) cause I keep steel steal a lot
Hold up, I said cars and steal a lot
So he better be Gone In 60
Seconds before I steal the lot
But this steel I got
I keep it concealed nigga
So taking bars ain't the reason I'm
Known for the steal nigga
You can't talk all that real
Nigga shit to real niggas
He try to tell me I ain't real?
Should I talk to this lil nigga?
I'm from Yonkers, D Block
So I can tell you 'bout that street shit
Where you can't even walk to the
Gas station without your heat gripped
Cause your block is walking distance from the
Blocks that you got beef with
And the fucked up thing is
We don't even know what started
All this beef shit
All I know is whats-his name shot
Such-and-such on some creep shit
So such-and-such cousin hit up what's-his
Name block tryna sweep shit
Now whats-his name niggas
Know such-and-such cousin is who I be with
So if I never bust my gun I
Wouldn't be here to speak it
So miss me with all that bullshit
How you made your name

Fighting for the love of New
York like you tailor made
I will knock his picture off the
Wall and I'll break his frame
Fold him just to throw em across the room
He a paper plane i figured it out
You just do them "Showtime's"
To get better love
Trying to be battle rap's Magic Johnson
Hope you got better blood
But, if you did get that Showtime from
Magic it would be better cause
The fans say he ain't sick no more
But some theories say he never was
I know Johnson
But he the one going to hell Aye
Like Kareem I post off his block
And you got mail Aye
And it's a 42 but you ain't
Worthy of these shells Aye
So you ain't gotta be a former
Laker to retire with an L, a
(Aye) and well Aye, you getting old Verb
Look around, the kids that used to look up
To you are now looking down
I see your wheelchair coming soon
Don't choke up now
You been bullied all your life
You should be used to getting pushed around
So get them patent leather waves out my sight
Or get followed and shot like it's
The day in the life so please
Don't say the John if you
Ain't saying it twice
And if you don't add Da Don
You ain't saying it right

Okay Johnny, this the part of the night
Where you get grounded
You was looking for that top tier
Smoke and you found it
Right now your head's about to get mounted
Leave your corpse with them cause it's
The 'end of the road
This the 3rd round and you can
Never compare Boyz I I Men
I came in this game, made
Noise, woke niggas up early, i am a rooster
You steal shit and then try to flip it nigga
You are a booster That's a cheap
Way to get around, your style is Uber
I'm a nightmare, I see red and black
My right hand sharp, nigga my style is Kruger
I murdered Daylyt last weekend I'm
Back stabbing my friend
Caesar, Brutus, backstabbing my friend
See you can't do that
See it's a reason why the crowd don't get you
Cause this stage is for the kings
And a crown don't fit you
When you that nigga, you don't prove
Your ground, you flat top, old Snoop
Smack knew I was gon be big Shirley, Cobal
I can make you better lil nigga
Just let me coach you
You wanna keep going down this road?
You need change and lil nigga
I'm the toll booth
I told you get out of this game
This ain't for you
Cause what's the point in being Alumni
If you Alumni Aluminum Foil?
Yeah your aura cool but I knew you
Would die, I'm the Oracle Be humble
Cause 3 years ago I was the
Nigga you brought water too
It's 1 or 2, do you rap for the money?
Nah it can't be for the money
Cause what you get paid
Like is straight light
John I get bread out this shit
Nigga my kids don't even know
What Ramen Noodles taste like
This a underwater cage fight, you the guppy
I'm the great white
With that switchblade I'm Blade like
That Butterfly you had in yo stomach
That wasn't stage fright
Yo lines go in a circle, they going
Nowhere, first thing I think a maze, mice
And the shit so simple
Nigga that shit don't even amaze mice
I had dreams of going to college
Flirting with girls in each class
Instead I got this nightmare
Of this dope fiend
Named Veronica She was a TLC fan
I used to watch her get served
She'll hit that cheap glass
And start singing Waterfalls
Nodding off doing that "so I Creep" dance
I terrorize these timid guys
College shirt, linen guys
Light skin slender guys
The target's been identified