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[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] This shit wasn't even urgent for me and I could've shown up with nothin' written What else would I think "Verb'll agree" meant? (verbal agreement) And I only took this for the cash of course...again I write for matches I don't have any passion for This for vacation They even booked me in the one room hotel...this was my last resort You gotta play your part This gangsta shit was never for the faint of heart Renounce that, you try to clip me off, I bounce back I can't let it slide, besides I'm 'bout that And karma always come back like a house cat MAC, extended clip, you know that I mean business 30 in the 10 I've over the speed limit He's trippin' until I grip the thing And he into Mr. Thing, Smith the ring, I'm tryin' to blow you to smithereens I'm in the Lou', kicks lightin' up the block: Billie Jean Your angels duck while I handle MAC's well (Maxwell), hit Pretty Wings Silly thing, I let the barrel stick to ya chest, don't fight the 12 Or anybody resisting arrest, he speaks so arrogant I don't need no wise words from a therapist Nigga keep the battle shit you woke but not makin' no moves that's sleep paralysis I creep, sporadically, with chrome to greet you, longest Eagle Pistol whip you til your skull's showin' Flip this to the backside, and you'll have your bonus features I'm known for heaters, you only do a stage This nigga said he could do the Elvis move holdin' on a gauge Poor Elvis Presley rollin' in his grave That ain't even detrimental, I'm loadin' up an eight Lower with the graze Bow, even lettin' you live did you a favor, just to bring it up and throw it in your face! I'll buck the gat, I don't believe nothin' when this sucka rap You sell a fight- I said, I don't believe nothin' when this sucka rap A nigga swung on me when my foot was broke, what's up wit' that? You can sell a fight, but when it's Showtime, you break a leg Good luck with- Jersey [Round 1: Aye Verb] Not only am I gon' beat you, but I'm gon' teach you So standin' in front of Verb you gain somethin' You just don't lose and lose I'm a god with this, Twork I eat from the garden, Twork Your rap ability draws power from the foods that you consume And you consume chicken, turkey, sucka I don't understand how these lame nigga think So for me, tryin' to process how squares move around It's like, it's like tryin' to crack the code on a Rubik's Cube Let's not lose this move Fans, prepare for lyrical evolution As I dissect through this illusion Of he's the new hot nigga out now and here he kills Well he's in the presence of a king nigga, here he kneels Vegan Verb but I still brought that dairy feel If I left y'all cups empty from catchin' bodies, well here; refill This ain't a battle this is dinner time From another rookie flimsy spine, primitive rhyme, save for Smack Who will take the whip back like it's Enterprise He'll recline, I stand up, I got that OG posture Smooth nigga, skin glow like I'm from Okinawa Your flow low key blah-blah, my emoji: mobsters I'm solo wit' it, I never need a staff I ain't low key (Loki) patna Fade capture, afterwards we can pop out back like an OG Mogwai Or get to clappin' 5's like Makidada This your lyrical hot water? That shit feel like a hot tub Cock buffer, all yo' rounds sound like blahbaba I run shit, you can't talk but gun shit to no Barack, li'l bruh Hold on Verb, my nigga simmer down Psssss I am gonna cook him that's just that simmer sound All you lil' cats wanna be king, y'all sound how Simba sound This is March and I brought December sound Don't worry if you put your guard up, niggas come knock your window down The impact sound like cymbal sounds I'm a prodigal, well I've been around Wait, I like your lil' special move, that shit is crackin' My question is, why are you strapped in when you snappin'? That means you held back lil' nigga doin' your rappin' This is what you should've said sucka "I'm not strapped in, I'm solid bruh Smoke all of ya, pile 'em up Drums: orchestra Hammers, carpenters Calico killers who crack collarbones, the gods wit' us" You wit' Verb, you cut it close, that's when the guards switch up I can read between the lines, I see the mark in ya You target us, we sit back with cigars lit up Disregard you frauds, we war y'all Parkinsons No arguin', the blade right across his gut Then lift his stomach the same motion the garage lift up The inner you, I wanna talk to ya You talk loud for all your boys, you a Lavar nigga And I'm like Gambit, soon as I touch this card the card lit up This a mirage to us, when you talk bald heads we think of Marge nigga Simpson, you got the swag of an undercover officer And I'm a man, a bar mitzvah, a bar spitter And 'round here bartenders don't serve soft liquor for the autistic You don't belong here, you long winded but short gifted That's how you take your move and throw some sauce in it [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] You said I changed for the URL? My nigga I was birthed in this way and even worse Cause back then I was movin' off urge and instinct And tell Tay Roc, I'm the new GOAT I say his name but I guess I ain't really deservin' this plate You? Get back to your ways Or at least back to your waves And that's Kaiser, cause I would've hit your perm and then Tay/permanente When you rap, it's difficult to get involved, I listen hard To the pieces you leave out and missin' parts First you tough and then you scared inside ya cell, but contradicts it all I sit in awe, too many holes in ya round, that's Wiffle Ball I'm masked up, I head to your block and clip it all You drop, I put one in front of ya area, code is distance calls Listen dawg, you want me to believe I ain't the nicest yet? Well I'm in tune with my spirit despite the flesh You wanna kill me, well I literally want to kill you Last night at the face off tellin' me how you ain't like them vets Twice the threat I'm thinkin' that shit don't even matter between us It's a matter between life and death I'm strapped in I did the "why I oughta" and grab the nina Then the salsa, this the battle I brought to Cor' (court); that's subpoena One hit from this MC Hammer like Have You Seen Her? If I had to arm you in the casket huggin' your body a Macarena The MAC'll seen ya, yeah this is bad as it seems I'll leave you Knocking On Heaven's Door: Avril Lavigne I'm clappin' the thing, I ride wit' it on me Silencer on it, ain't no blockin' it broady Twitter fingers, that's until your death trendin' I'll put you on the front of the 'net, you tried to be goalie Your mother suffer? BAOW, wanna take the edge off; slice of baloney Hit Hitman, ShowwOutt, Yung Ill, a lot of ya homies You can wait ya turn, I ain't gotta kill ya big homie Cause Chase a bird: Wile E. Coyote I don't allow frontin', bow somethin' Pistol whip, loud thumpin' I put the butt of your heat into your jaw, I'll leave you eatin' through a straw Cause if I hit you to the machine broke, that's just the way your mouth function (malfunction) I done seen a lot of real in my life And my trials and tribulations that's made me real generous like So before I smoke you, I'll turn the gun to your dyke mother And a bullet in the head will be the end to her life Cause losin' her very own son, BAOW, she'll never have to know what that feelin' is like This adrenaline hype, I'm done makin' 'em believe I can really put in twork in these streets, out here makin' niggas bleed I done spent stacks on straps, Nina, extension, I'm the one really blazin' in the weed These guns ain't cheap, they ain't even free loadin' And I still give you eight (ate) before I leave I do what I gotta do Even recoupin' eight weeks But when I catch up, I'm comin' in groups, way sleep Where you at the most, with instruments If I gotta pull strings, I'm unconcerned where you can lay lease (ukulele) I'm wiggin' ain't I? The aroma from your soul got a nigga anxious Fuck duckin' BAOW, it's back to Heaven's gate where I send ya angels Another rusty war revolver But this was past down from my grandfather for generations, what made it lethal But you a veteran and it's from a veteran that makes us equal Cause it's season too (two) but I made a sequel Get dolled up, Mossbergs they all dump I shoot til I wear the shotgun out, I exhaust pumps Aw fuck! The politics, I just wanna stay paid What you gon' tell me how I gotta small fan base And how the mass will (master) follow you like a runaway slave That's what you think of course Speakin' of slave, you better runaway nigga BAOW, I peg legs, what you think this hollow in this thing is for? Soon as you see somethin' Big Dip'll (Dipper) be starin' up at the handle, he followin' the drinkin' gourd I kick the door, I make use of this rifle I find the bricks myself, cause I'll never get the truth from a liar You St. Louis niggas think you all Lunatics Till I give that man what he askin' for- BAOW! Now your roof is on fire! Jersey [Round 2: Aye Verb] You ole Jersey nigga be some ole filthy muhfuckas man Y'all get on stage, no cologne just smellin' like lit Backwoods Over aggressive sound like UHH, y'all don't even rap good Looka here lil' buddy, you will never be a star in this game Get it you heard me? I'm like a washed up Mike But it's more excited watchin' Mike go 0 for 20 than watch Ron Harper get 30 Enough of this Three minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time Fuck the preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too So it's Showtime Holla told me be upfront With these rookies they small factors Tax 'em, make 'em pay, they all owe (oh), that's Holla backwards Watch your jaw or get it wired then, get some stats or be quiet then Your rhymes soft as Love & Hip Hop That's why you ain't got no body: Mariah Lynn Man I be fryin' Lux pen pals Beloved know, boy from the arch is gold If we go I'll crush the wind valve on Mr. McDowell That shit is black and white like a mixed crowd I bet you'll drop a dime, make a wish now How Twork somethin'? Smack throw you some singles and tell you "twerk somethin'" You niggas with bars? I get out every time, nigga I'll Surf somethin' I from where it don't count if you squirt somethin' if you don't shirt somethin' Old school, drum rotate like you tryin' to hurt somethin' Send a dum-dum to your door: nigga, that's Lurch comin' You don't earn stripes if you don't earn somethin' When I rhyme the gangsters put they arms in the sky like I'm tryin' to search somethin' Yo' bitch wanna come buy my shit, now get some merch from me They lie to ya, they knew I would body ya They not findin' ya, lose tonight they wavin' bye to ya Stay woke; insomnia For these fans you'll pose on ya toes like these hoes This the round where I ripple your road, sizzle yo' soul I'm truly violent, you go to yo' mama house when you due for vibin' For moves of silence, I choose asylum Bitch nigga I will crack yo' skull open Take yo' scariest thoughts and make children's movies out 'em Remove the violence and put jewels inside 'em He just a loud punch liner, a word stretcher I commend your superb effort But you know how many rappers with that same style I got sittin' on Verb's stretchers? Suppressors on the Eagles, they quiet, the birds peck ya Nah, but I'm a ruder guy, I lyrically crucify After me my opponents never see a loss again, cause I remove they eyes Take the pen they wrote that bullshit wit' and push it through they side Watch blood and ink cruise they thighs Look at y'alls savior Father forgive 'em cause he know not what he do, nigga I use yo' line God was last round Little nigga this the devil cookin' Twork in the pressure cookin' No crowd to gas you, let's see if son can still perform like he Devin Booker I'll take ya mama's god fearin' daughter and developed the sister into a pebble pusher You came hard, notice my level took up [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] I'ma be totally honest, there's no comparison wit' us A Showtime and a Strapped In, is how this match was solely decided You win if I only allow it I watched you get booed your whole motherfuckin' career...and I'm supposed to be modest Beggin' Smack to get them crowds to quiet down BAOW, now he call tell 'em to give you a moment of silence Let's take it back when you was famous and shit How your career came and then went And now it's RBE, KOTD And they payin' you top dollar what you claim in defense But you battlin' for a King Of The Dot necklace? Over here it's a whole 'nother chain of events It's not for cameras, this Glock bananas You seen the proof cause Nina shoot when I command 'em Like point and view, and only see it from my point of view, it's propaganda I promote the violence I remember when you dropped the waves and got the box fade I was so astonished Wanted to grab the box blade, ya chin and poke inside it Your brains on top ya fade, he thinkin' outside the box: he open-minded Followed by the bird with the long nose: it's Pocahontas I hold the nine up, that bitch barkin', no prints on it No more ride up, he's off his high horse he's Prince Cha- None of them sermons can work, my mom a pastor She had a small congregation I watched her have to live off the money that she earned from the church While I was robbin', givin' her my cash, two different paths She even had to stand firm where it hurts You can look at my past and see it's all darker Paul Walker...my life took a turn for the worse! First, you gotta show me what that action 'bout Cause I'll kill you then cremate you and I'll come to your mother crib and pour your ashes out Empty out the dust like the vacuum pop Two Glocks to grip, now I drop them shit Spine shot from an old MAC, give you a floppy disc I let it rip, it's Showtime on every shit I said Chaz you ain't never went One box containing Verb, the predicate The long n- Nah, it's three minute rounds they ain't book me for a long time Fuck the preview, let that beef brew, in 3D too So it's Showti- I'm at your crib! He like, "It ain't gon' be that tho." BAOW! Nigga, YES, IT IS! Give me a reason, hemochromatosis, we don't keep the iron low like we anemic, we keep it higher Y'all vets hate us cause y'all be divided And look at this new wave and see alliance Bringin' back restorations are re-aligners But be advised I'm armed so, if you ain't givin' up props then keep it silent Or bring back that old Verb, you know the one that was sportin' waves cause he a tyrant Dome shot, I would've put lead in the grease (Greece): Leonidas Now you'll see the light, BAOW and that be your life I held it two feet over the waves...in Jesus Christ Your shit drenched, if I say "drive-by" that's a verb and cause that you can't see inside 'til the clips hit That's for a Verb, my spoke words put action behind it And send ten (sentence), the real where I stay Mug shot, I'm the real Von Doom I never took the hoodie off but put steel in your face You very frail It's either I end up in a cell or he's (celery) my snitch Nah, we know you very well Either way I make you paraplegic Cause I hear this corn talkin', but I never heard a veggie tell (Veggie Tales) I'M STRAPPED IN! I'LL CLAP YOU IN A COMA! MADNESS! I COULD SNAP AT ANY MOMENT! I pull a pound! 100 clip, he get the fully round! He don't know who did it... I'M OVER THE BODY WITH THE HOODIE DOWN! [Round 3: Aye Verb] You do know when you wear that hood we can still see you ugly as fuck, right? Boy if I looked like you I'd be screamin' "Fuck life." Nigga you ain't that, before you met Smack probably fucked twice Boy you look half snappin' turtle, half Bug's Life Up here rappin' all this Thug Life and what you cut like See my livin' brought wisdom, those that have limited vision, can't even see that he wears that hood as a defense mechanism You want this image like you done somethin' But pardon me Twork I can't be scared of a nigga in the hood cause I'm really from one What's poppin' Twork? I'm older than you, I live longer, so I can tell when a person is fakin' and a real someone I can tell the rappers who come from the field the real gunners I can tell the ones who erase who they was and rebuild somethin' I saw some old footage of you Twork A fan sent Verb the tape, you was rappin' all calm wit' the nervous face Now all of a sudden you aggressive with the surgeon face Help me understand, you look like a good kid, where did you learn the hate? I get it, you impersonate and then perpetrate All the rappers you like, put they styles in a pot, copy/rehearse and paste I had it posted before I'ma throw it back up, yeah I regurgitate We all know you steal niggas raps, you a verse snatcher But what the fans don't know is y'all Nu Jerzey Twork is a purse snatcher Now Twork let's play Swear To God Swear to God you ain't get locked up for snatchin' a woman's purse around Christmas time Wait, before you get to the line Understand you fuckin' wit' a vet and I can have that shit all over the 'net in just the nick of time Cause you and I know you did that for survival I can ruin your career in a matter of seconds, nigga keep your pride low Cause little nigga, durin' this round if I see one eye roll that's on the Bible I ain't gotta threaten these niggas, y'all know how I go When you snatch that woman purse, did it give you some power? When you ran from a nigga you didn't feel like a coward? When you got caught by the police you wasn't embarrassed like, "I'm Nu Jerzey Twork the battle rapper and I'm bag snatchin'"? You should take a razor to your wrist and then bleed yourself All this bite on this stage and you can't feed yourself? Nigga be yo'self Motherfucker you ain't sprayin' slugs You took from a lady cuz, you fuckin' lady bug Ja Rule rappin' ass nigga, you fuckin' Wanksta You ain't a gangsta 'til you do some gangsta shit to some gangsta I ride up, nah I hop out and walk On all the Jersey natives, blank faced, splat all black on Swag of The Terminator Michael Jackson, I'm Bad shoot, two crews sparkin' My fade game, hit after hit I'll moonwalk him You sensitive like a bitch that's Raven-Symone Raven like bitches Boy it's a long day when I'm on Nigga I stay with the chrome I'll hit his bey with the chrome You new niggas got too many chances to get to cold I disable the phone Aye Verb vs Nu Jerzey Twork see what the fuss is about You say my name and they bring that bread I come put...
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