Aye Verb vs. Ah Di Boom

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 niggas

Cause yall fucking up this environment dawg yall got no desirement

Yall just up here rhymin’ shit

God when I was a rookie I would hunt this top tier niggas down

And if they failed or even kinda slipped they got craved no minor slits

I was on that Mike Myers trip, yall?

Naw but out of them all, I hate you the most

You the worst niggas cookin’ brotha, Gerald Levert lookin’ motha fucka.

Every time I see you on camera tryna spit bars I think off the wall not Michael’s diss

But off the wall like violent shit

Mutilate this lamb this a sacrifice that they bring to god

So I’ll snatch out that spinal stretch it like it’s a tightrope put it in the air make it spiral like Pete Pab.

Naw yse this fag face for a ashtray for cigars

Naw show up in his yard with two shotties in cases you keep guitars naw

Higher shit, two pliers grip, inside his lip with the tightest grip

This the how to become top tier instruction manual and little nigga you doing all kind of shit 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 rickashay or we can flip it

For instance

He aint know nothing I read Ah Di Boom

How bout that red Audi 4 ring doom boom boom left Ah Di red

I’m outty skreeeeet yall see the point im tryna prove?

Your second mistake, image is everything, this is way more then just some rap shit

But don’t get it twisted you not dirty you half fashion

Just your whole act says, I can be catfished

Nigga how we ‘posed to believe you let a gat clip

Or you like a peck 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 thuggin 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 lets start this shit I wrote this round on a toilet, shit

I face killa emcees diss with ease they ask me if that boy nice,

I give them the shaky hands, no Parkinson’s.

Nigga them aint bars them baller tricks

You ol pile of shit you rap just like Charlie Clips when he was probably six.

Greatness I harvest it, this is...[unclear]...I’m trainin’ em

AK lil’ dog you must be talking to…[unclear]

Aye boo boo I see straight through you when yo talking shit

You bought the “I was lame in school decided to rap and became cool” starter kit

But shouts to all you rookies cause you motha fucka’s is a goldmine

I get a nice bag off yall asses and I don’t even rap the whole time

You niggas aint like that for real, yall WWF I throw yall against the ropes

He down to clothesline pretty boy Ric Flairs in this motha fucka “So It’s Showtime”

You got me pissed like I was locked up and I’m arguing with my bitch on the last call

Had thoughts of smacking you like a damn broad so I was practicing playin’ handball

Send them goons at you, bunch of niggas, drums, dancehall, pon de river, punch…[unclear]

I’m domin’ em next, wait, my showtime shit is Rated R

You are finna see this movie yet little nigga, you aint grown enough yet

Everybody say I need a slogan, well mine is “nothing to play with yet”

Cause I was taught in the streets that once you kill you a nigga,

You don’t say shit, now spit that fake shit.

Ah Di Boom

Aye yo, right there

Motha fucka you is not that nice

You just got a reckless mouthpiece but watch what come out your mouthpiece

Cause I aint about peace I be like yo I’m out, peace

Come back the mouth piece on yo mouth piece I fire…[unclear]

So first nigga I see him a tint whip I work fire like a stock chief

You see me mashed down mad rounds I’m pushing through ya shit

Shots off this cancer go get yo tumor split

This gon get yo top flute I don’t care who can stick

I’m tryna make a saint lunatic have a saint crucifix

When I say motha fucka you is not that nice

You should rep the fuckin’ brand cause you got fucked up on cam and you fuckin ran

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You got fucked up by hands and you fuckin’ ran

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You got chumped by hands and you ain’t put yo hands back on hands

And Hitman supposed to be yo main man and not man aint even lend a helping hand

You like 38 and still be getting’ fucked up, where they do that at?

A nigga swing on you, you pack yo head and start moving back

You in the club like mack daddy but end up crip and get yo hoovahs cracked

You wanna be a Mac? I’ll still yo programs if you fail to run I’ll boot reboot a Mac

Name a battle you run in New York

Shit the way Clips did you I honestly feel like I could use a bullet out of Clips pistol

Like I would leave yo son behind yo earth like it was night time nigga

Now wait, sun, earth, nighttime nigga

Well I will son yo earth with this night time nigga

Ya bitch marry yo brotha she..[unclear]...with all the pipelines nigga

I grab that Paul Walker through the skyline nigga

Stop tryna front for the cam, you aint no hood rapper

I had brick nicks stuffed in my kicks. Imma 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 cap, which dolla, this some shit you wont make out

Nip locker heard you got 10 kids, they got a bitch father, I clap baby baby, big poppa

I said the fifth knock juice out yo motha fuckin s-curl

Cant hold this choppa still when it shoot, it make a S curl

I been killin’ nigga since a misdemeanor

Tie yo bars extended round when you get washed the mist is meaner

Two hands come together I’m clappin’ I aint blushin’ shit

Put rounds on yo body that’s a leopard print

Easy to make yo hoe tell I aint even have to check in, start guessing it,

Give you an early wake up call, I’m the receptionist

I pop eyes, get yo colonel fried, if his KF cease up I’m hitting legs thighs, breast wing 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’, backin’, actin’, a a- T Rex shit Mac rounds throw your cap down

[unclear]…all respect this nigga? He made a whole blog about T Rex

I saw that blog and say rainbows, finger waves, you snappin’ yo neck shit

Between that and you bringing extra shit around dickhead vs dizaster

You got a motha fuckin nigga problem

Yo moms fuck bitches, you got a mother fuckin’ nigga problem

See that’s this mutha fucka’s nigga problem, I can solve it cause I spark heat

You sniffin’ that Eddie Cain slowin’ down yo Five Heartbeats

You ran on the broken leg, oh you designed for track meets

Talkin’ about you pack heat my nigga you pack seats this cat sweet

But you’re a caption marketable, when I cap 10 cause yall, threw a mark at a bull

4 fourbies threw yo door, the chrome will smoke,

You going to sleep for he bread, that’s a comatose

I have your whole family in this pair and this pair, in the trap house it wont be a big spare

This year, cutting niggas off with this shit, you trash bruh, plasma you a big square

Jersey