John John Da Don vs. Aye Verb

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Round 1

John John Da Don

Fresh off a bodybag 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

Cuz 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 bodybag 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 ya 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 cuz that’s really all the hell you do

But it's funny how you say your hardest bars wit some fuckin dance move

When you got snuffed we only saw 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

Cuz 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 Tsung, that Mr. Kill-A-Nigga-With-His-Own-Lines

Y’all ready? I’m back… soooo 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) cuz you don’t want beef

I’m only here cuz I’m… nope cuz I wanna be

Fuck what you got in ya 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

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

Sooooo 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 AllSpark

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 80s swaggin 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 yo 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 braggin cuz you did you some time? Stop cheesin

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 cuz 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 Son (Sun) 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 ya mother’s a dyke, that means she’s technically ya pop but still

You shouldn’t be rapping bout all of these glocks you peel

Just cuz ya mother got a metal dick, that don’t mean you out here cockin 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

Headshot, 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) cuz 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 ya 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 STEAMSLY

You let Ahdi 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 am I the cry baby when y’all dropping tiers/tears?

You even lost ya own cult following, where’s the Van Dooms(?)

They all gone and won’t be coming back any time soon

So stop that gun talk, cuz you never let a 9 boom

The last time you had ya hands on a strap

Is when you felt that dick in ya moms womb

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 clappin over heads, they’ll think they jumpin 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 2 – zip and I have yet to spit my best round

I’m mad cuz every time you battle West you’ve been a letdown

And fuckin up our brand but I’m a save that for my next round

Aye Verb

Smack, you ain’t gon waste mine and I ain’t gon waste your time again

Cuz your rookies don’t get it

They think they gon 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 thru

I get your leader, when I box the head, that’s a Bog’ move

I’m old skool, one deep, set trippin

You 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 hunnid 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 thru 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 when 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 that 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 & 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 poster eyes

We URL so King Of The Dot don’t mind paying us

To battle they best dudes and prove that they can hang with us

I watched em lift ya soul up to heaven, that’s why I’m aiming up

Until I leave his spirit soaken 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 the 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) cuz 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 ya heat gripped

Cuz ya 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 what's-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 what's-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 ya 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 “ShowTimes” 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 cuz

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 ya 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

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 cuz it’s the ‘end of the road’

This the 3rd round and you can never compare Boyz to/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

Cuz this stage is for the kings and a crown don’t fit you

When you that nigga, you don’t prove yo 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

Cuz what’s the point in being Alumni if you Alumni Aluminum Foil?

Yeah ya aura cool but I knew you would die, I’m the Oracle

Be humble, cuz 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

Cuz 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 Veronice

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

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