Aye Verb vs. Illmaculate

Round 1

Illmaculate

This’ll be a Total Slaughter, speaking of that whole mess

You know, Em’s reality show, handful of known vets

Round 1 him and Big T on a closed set

No crowd, no boos, no bias, no sweat

Spoiler Alert! Did he choke? Yes!

Shit they had to pick a winner based off who choked … less

You do all this extra shit to make lines crazy when they’re not

You’re an actor and that extra shit is basically your props

See you choked on the show in front of Shady on the spot

And couldn’t come off the head, hmmm...

Ironic, I’m the one that’s wavy off the top

My style is ungodly as Satan’s judgment crossed with the savior's comin

I go hard in the paint, even the shots that you make are nothing

Lebron when he’s playing Duncan, you partial to waves

I put a part in the waves you brushin

I’ll have the fuckin guardian angels duckin

I rip em apart from the ankles, crush em

Roll em up in a paper and have you puff em

Have you trippin like Smokey in front of the car when he’s naked runnin

“Take it easy homes” or get your guardian angels dusted

Fuck it, talk trash, ask him when he blogged last

Bet it’s recent, your fraud ass should get together with Jessie Rican

And do a podcast … every weekend

Go ahead find a better scapegoat, I’ma educate folks

For that paper I’ll smash 'til your flesh is made pulp

He keep acting hard boiled he can get his egg yolked

We’ll either see him “calm it” or die from a punch

This the Heaven's Gate code

Dog this is hard vers’ ignorant pride

Smart intelligent lines vers’ garbage filler that rhymes

Verb, if you not as willing to die it’s harder filling the lie

This Pac’s Ambitionz to Ride vers’ Lost Ambition to Tribe

Verb, this is why URL don’t respect you, you’re too worn out

You used to spit fire, lukewarm now

I’ll brainstorm in huge storm clouds above your roof poured down

And drown everybody in that two horse town

You ain’t won outside the Lou for awhile good luck trying to do more now

For two more rounds I’m Diddy’s 10 stacks

Goodz' cup and the New York crowd

And off top, you know how I know this guy’s eager

And I’m in his head like a fuckin mind reader?

Cuz now he’s bitching out talking over here to Malathon

Trying to play time keeper

I’ll put blood all over your nice t-shirt

Turn around and use your fucking wife beater as my knife cleaner

Aye Verb

It’s 90 degrees out hurr, still I hopped off the plane rockin a coat tho

Dolo, bumpin’ Dre, ready to put the Beats on, Solo

I ride up, big bird out the stolo, that’s a dodo

Rock him and leave Mexican spots everywhere, El Pollo Loco

Last time I was here I was sick, I couldn’t flow yo

But still I’m the Lord Of This Ring, you get it Frodo?

The fans told Lush, pull strings bring him back, guess I’m a yoyo

But I understand

Every time I step on stage I can’t give you niggas a cold show

I only can play to my opponents

And you can’t do donuts and showboat driving a Cobalt

Let’s go, you in the underground, back packers, neck hackers

I’m from the underworld, strap clappers, pack trappers

You wouldn’t last in URL, a room full of serpents

Heroin head fans, showing up to the battle with yellow eyes, on purpose

I’m certain, you niggas ain’t squirting you niggas surface

Fourth time I done battled out here and they don’t even search us

I pat his bitch on the ass she like “no Verb I’m with Illmaculate

You know you black guys got the fattest dicks

I let you smash he gon be mad as shit”

I told her “Shhh! Seal it bitch, vacuum it”

Then pealed out this dick, vacuum it

30 seconds left in this round, guess I’ma rap to him

You nerds be real smart online, fuckin braniacs

Y’all meet me then go retro, that mean I take it back

Headshot to go with the line, nigga that mean take it back

I go to war with 4 5’s a 9 and a couple bats

I take everything, klepto-maniac

I shut down y’all city like how Bane react

Matter fact this showtime shit y’all waiting to hear

Trust me, we got all day for that

Round 2

Illmaculate

That was alright

But the shit I pull out is rarely seen … a James Bond gadget

I’ll put you on faces of death, a séance happening

I paint pictures under pressure, you a crayon snapping

Your names not matching, why is Aye Verb always talking

I thought a verb’s based on action?

See you’ll lose then you’ll try to weasel out it

You’ll blog about how weak the crowd is

How you loss and how, mmm they won’t even count it

Cuz your week was crowded

Well, you talk about it, be about it

You lost a round, people doubted, but start…

Coughing now, I put you in a coffin now then beat you out it

I’ll grab the Hanzo blade, slide it out of its sheath

This’ll be ironed out before you pull the iron out with the beam

You’ll get body then dump your body down a ravine

Have his jug spraying blood after I make the cut

Like trying out for the team

Dog these top slots ain’t given, you gotta earn your keep

Funny since Hitman you’ve been on a getting murdered streak

Shotty with a body, against Caustic that verse was weak

You was Dr. King in a boxing ring cuz you opted not to swing

And just turned a cheek

I guess losing’s the new winning and choking’s the new spittin

Just interview em, “if it ain’t Smack it don’t count”

That’s your opinion viewing?

Now he’s switching rules and picking/choosing

It’s a big confusing cuz y’all don’t judge shit

And not single dude in URL admit to losing

In conclusion that top tier position you in is just a big illusion

I still ain’t as impressed how you building a big rep

Off of losing a series then blogging how you feel when you get swept

This top tier is reserved for a few killers, he’s distressed

Cuz we thought you was a star but you was never really even there

You’re Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense

See we vets out west, y’all are basically beginners

Smack birthed the generation of the craziest spitters

But these URL cats are too fake to be considered

Every battle’s like the first Hunger Games if you remember

Just two pussies walking away both claiming they’re the winners

Aye Verb

Battle contracts vers’ Verb used to have perks for signing

Now he’s more concerned about his perfect lining

Then the words he’s rhyming

He used to be climbing now his works declining

You were hot, now you’re cold, I reversed your climate

Under all that tough shit is a person, a hymen

In a little boy contest you’re the first to chime in

So fuck all that talking and all that lying

You come to Cali and get schooled, I’m your worst assignment

Man, shut up nigga! You think people really like that shit?

Boy you buggin, there’s one word that describes an MC: substance

You rap “multis, personals, jokes” that’s nothing

As a kid I went through winter without a coat that didn’t zip, I rap struggle

I will not be disrespected, no way, I’m from the hood Jack

Last round this Mexican crossed the line, something your people good at

But fuck that two minute rounds, y’all ain’t book me for a long time

Fuck the preview, let’s let that beef brew in 3D too

So it’s… (SHOWTIME!)

I ride up in a Mazda 6 trolling your shit

Going 20 miles an hour while I’m loading that clip

I see Mac and smash the gas until 100 it get

Then downshift and make it rain while I Tokyo Drift

I put a 40 in his bitch mouth, yeah open yo shit

I ain’t gon shoot her but down to gut her (gutter) like bad bowling & shit

Whip out that knife and stab the side 'til the side of her hip

Lay her flat and stare at Mac while I open that bitch

Illmac vers’ Aye Verb, see what the fuss is about?

Y’all say my name, they send that bread, I come put blood in they mouth

Round 3

Illmaculate

Keep talkin slick with that foul mouth shit

Thinking I’m a square that’s an angle I’ma round out with

I ain’t from a cow town I’m making outbound trips

Cats think all I got is nerd bars, right? So how bout this…

This a blitzkrieg we's prior to the cease fire in Germany

Your penny is for thoughts, the bitcoins deep cyber net currency

Simulation theory they designed him imperfectly

I delete, Obsolete, fouls breached by security and rewire your circuitry

Nano technician, Hadron collision, black holes and astro projections

When I battle I travel dimensions and reality hangs in suspension

Go ahead say Illmac’s nerd, that’s word

But did I say, you’ll need a gleaming sword from Singapore

And something about a fight scene in Thor?

No, that’s Verb, saying Illmac’s nerd, that’s word

But did I say “I’m a lyrical whirlwind” No! That’s Verb

Better bring that Hollow and SB standard back Verb

That Hitman last verse, yeah that Verb

Not that trash versus Dizaster cuz that Verb is a has-been, crash burn,

Facts Verb, you act like that weapon blow but you can’t let it go

It’s the last word, damn Verb, any last words?

Shit with Swave you compared battle rap to a school, huh?

I mean you said no nerds at the cool table is rule one

Well I’ll be the nerd that ends up shooting the school up

Tooled up, itching to clap everything

From Principal Smack to Arsonal’s school bus

In the hall strapped, all black, fuck making a class, Lush gave me a pass

One in the mag for every cup cake that you snatched

Off my lunch plate in the past

Tell him he flirting with death, acting all inertly aggressive

I’m on my turbo booster wifi chip searching the web purchasing weapons

You at the cool table ridiculing, but cool is personal preference

Fuck a person’s acceptance

How many cool kids will get killed in school shootings

Before y’all learn to respect us?

I’m talking battle of 2013 that was obvious and clear

But this one they’ll say I slayed him like Buffy

And gimme body of the year

Let’s go!

Aye Verb

I have characteristics of The Joker minus his gruesome features

It’s a difference between when you trying to win a battle

Vers’ a nigga who ain’t trying to beat you

See I figured this out, when I get booked over here

It’s not for my talent or the bars I spit

I could rap my heart out and not slaughter him

Y’all pay me for the argument, pay-per-view, my fans order it

You get the market that you targeting

You get to stand in front of a street rapper

And prove you just as lyrically hard as them

They get to react to every trick in your parlor trick

Ill listen to me my nigga, this ain’t how you started this…

I didn’t even take a water sip and it has to hurt

To be a force in my world, nigga you gotta be a factor first

And the fact is you’re not a factor

First I built my land, you gotta come to my world and beat me

You wanna break my brand

So they fly me out here like “Verb take these bands”

You gon take a fight with Illmac but y’all gon take my hands? Man…

By this crowd I been called Porch Monkeys and Coons

And y’all expected me to go harder?

It’s cool y’all can treat me like a nigga, just remember

I’m a nigga that drink cold water

I’m the overlord, when I get overboard I snatch all the swords

Snatch your body and put you in the open, lord

This ain’t war, this is me and you in a match this simple

Shut yo tiny ass up boy, ain’t no man this little

See I’m confused, it’s this crown that you jumping off

Nigga Hollow and Conceited smashed you the same night
You ain’t a rapper, you a jumpoff

Aye Verb versus Illmac, see what the fuss is about?

They say my name, I bring that bread I come put blood in that mouth