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[Round 1: John John Da Don] 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 its 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 [Round 1: Aye Verb] 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 [Round 2: John John Da Don] 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/circuits 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 [Round 2: Aye Verb] 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 [Round 3: John John Da Don] 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 [Round 3: Aye Verb] 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 II 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