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lirik lagu aye verb vs. ah di boom – rare breed entertainment

[round 1: aye verb]
this is not a battle, this is a hired hit
prior this i was wired chips to lyrically wire his jaw
i hate you new n-ggas
cause y’all f-cking up this environment
dog, y’all got no desirement, y’all just up here rhyming sh-t
god when i was a rookie i would hunt these top tier n-ggas down
if they failed or even kinda slipped they got craved no minor slits
i was on that mike myers trip, y’all?
nah
but out of them all, i hate you the most
you the worst n-ggas cooking brother
gerald levert looking m-th-f-cka
every time i see you on camera trying to spit bars
i think off the wall not michael’s diss
off the wall like violent sh-t
mutilate this lamb, this a sacrifice that they bring to god
so i’ll sn-tch out that spinal stretch it like it’s a tightrope
put it in the air and make it spiral like pete pab’ nah
use this f-g face for a ashtray for cigars
nah show up in his yard with two shotties in cases you keep guitars
nah higher sh-t, two pliers grip, inside his lip with the tightest grip
this the how to become top tier instruction manual
and little n-gga you doing all kind of sh-t wrong
your first mistake
you wasn’t careful with your rap name when you picked it
cause up here at top tier our first defense is to ricochet it or we can flip it
for instance…..
he ain’t no nothing, i read ah di boom
how bout that red audi let 4 ring boom boom boom!
left ah di red i’m outty skurrrt!
y’all see the point i’m trying to prove?
your second mistake, image is everything
this is way more than just some rap sh-t
but don’t get it twisted you not dirty, you half fashioned
it’s just your whole act says, i can be catfished
n-gga how we supposed to believe you’ll let a gat clip
or you like a pack flip when you swagless?
you throw on your shirt and this how your back sit
his male confidence leaving in his mind it’s a doubt
i just took everything from you so all that thugging is out
proven ground-top tier see what that fuss is about
you say my name, they send that bread, i come put blood in that mouth
okay let’s start this sh-t, i wrote this round on a toilet, sh-t
i face k!lla mc’s this ease (disease) they ask me “is that boy nice?”
i give them the shaky hands, no parkinson’s
n-gga them ain’t bars them parlor tricks
you ol’ pile of sh-t you rap just like charlie clips when he was probably 6
greatness i harvest it, this is floyd [?] i’m training em
ak, lil’ dog you must be taught to sit
aye boo boo i see straight through you when you talk your sh-t
you bought the “i was lame in school, decided to rap and became cool” starter kit
but shouts to all you rookies cause you m-th-f-cka’s is a goldmine
i get a nice bag off y’all -ss and i don’t even rap the whole time
you n-ggas ain’t like that for real
y’all wwf i throw y’all against the ropes, give y’all the clothesline
pretty boy ric flairs in this m-th-f-cka, “so it’s showtime”
you got me p-ssed like i was locked up and i argued with my b-tch
on the last call
had thoughts of smacking you like a d-mn broad
so i was practicing playin’ handball
send them goons at you, bunch of n-ggas, drums, dancehall
pon de river, punch a liver, this punk should get up
i’m doming him next
wait…my showtime sh-t is rated r
you ain’t finna see this movie yet little n-gga, you ain’t grown enough yet
everybody say i need a slogan, well mine is “nothing to play with”
cause i was taught in the streets that once you k!ll you a n-gga
you don’t say sh-t, but spit that fake sh-t

[round 1: ah di boom]
aye yo’, right thurr, mothaf-cka you is not that nice
you just got a reckless mouthpiece
but watch what come out your mouthpiece
cause i ain’t about peace, i be like your i’m out…peace
come back to mount piece on your mouth piece
i fire m ar’s mellow (marshmallow) so first n-gga i see(c) amped (camped) in a tent with i would/wood fire like a scout chief
you see me masked down, mad rounds i’m pushing through your sh-t
shots off this can sir (cancer) gon get your tumor split
this gon get your top blew i don’t care who can (hookah) stick
i’m tryna make a st. lunatic have a saint crucifix
when i say, “mothaf-cka you is not that nice”
you should rep the f-ckin’ brand
cause you got f-cked up on cam and you f-ckin ran
-scratch-
playback, you got f-cked up by hanz and you f-ckin’ ran
-scratch-
playback, you got chumped by hands
and you ain’t put your hands back on hanz
and hitman supposed to be your main man and not man
ain’t even lend a helping hand
you like 38 and still be getting’ f-cked up, where they do that at?
a n-gga swing on you, you pack your head and start moving back
walk out the club like mack daddy
but end up crip and get your hoover cracked
still wanna be a mac?
i’ll steal your pro-grams if you fail to run i’ll boot reboot a mac
name a battle you run in new york
sh-t the way clips did you i honestly feel like i could use a bullet out of clips pistol
like, i would leave your son behind your earth like it was night time n-gga
now wait, sun, earth, night time n-gga
well i will son your earth with this night, time n-gga
your b-tch marry your brotha (mario bros)
she been down a lot of pipelines n-gga
i grab that paul walker through the skyline n-gga
stop tryna front for the cam, you ain’t a hood rapper
i had brick nicks stuffed in my kicks, i’m a good trapper
mr. denzel washington, you’re a good actor
i got a clip full of smack battles, tell em to hold you
cause what’s in this vault will get you pushed backwards
get shot, big choppa, same cat, rich dolarz
this some sh-t you won’t make out, lip locker
heard you got 10 kids, they got a b-tch father
i clap baby baby, big poppa
i said the fif knock juice out your m-th-f-ckin s-curl
can’t hold this choppa still when it shoot, it make a s curl
i been k!llin’ n-ggas since a misdemeanor
tell your boys don’t stand around when you get washed, the mist is meaner
two hands come together i’m clapping i ain’t blushing sh-t
put rounds on your body that’s a leopard print
easy to make your hoe tell, i ain’t have to check in, start guessing it
give you an early wake up call, i’m the receptionist
i pop eyes/popeyes, get your colonel fired
if this kf cease (kfc) up i’m hitting legs, thighs, br–sts with it
you supposed to be the seasoned vet?
i’m too fresh with it
they just brought me to take to spot, look where the recession is
but you seen me, packin’ a mac in the back of the ac’
t-rex sh-t
mac rounds throw your cap down, t-rex sh-t
y’all respect this n-gga?
he made a whole blog bout t-rex d-ck
i saw that blog and saw rainbows, finger waves, you snapping your neck sh-t
between that and you bringing extra sh-t ’round d-ckhead vs dizaster
you got a mothaf-ckin n-gga problem
your moms f-ck b-tches, you got a mother f-cking n-gga problem
see that’s this mothaf-ckin’ n-gga problem
i can solve it cause i spark heat
you sniffing that eddie cain slowin’ down your five heartbeats
you ran on the broken leg, boy you designed for track meets
talking about you pack heat, my n-gga you pack seats
this cat sweet, but you’re a captain marketable
well i cap 10 cause y’all threw a mark at a bull
44’s be through your door, the chrome will smoke
you going to sleep for the bread, that’s a comatose
i’ll have your whole family in despair when this pair
in that trap house it won’t be a big sphere
this year, cutting n-ggas off with this sh-t, you trash bruh
plasma, you a big square
jersey

- rare breed entertainment

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