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lirik lagu streetstatustv – hollow da don vs aye verb

[round 1: hollow da don]
look, i said no fronting
this n-gga be talking ’bout 4’s dumping
oh, i’ma give you a seat and beat you with both crutches
they said new york n-ggas don’t battle outta state
n-gga in texas, i battled the d.a. outta state on a robbery case
so when i’m outta town and they popping pounds, i don’t feel outta place
i actually feel kinda safe, i stand there with the rider face
n-gga when you came to new york, you was nervous when that plane fell
how can i tell? before the sb battle, he tucked in his chain, h-ll
when my plane fell, i said take me to where they bang sh-lls
to where the techs fly and cocaine sells
verb tried to show me to the arch, who’s going to take me to the westside of pagedale?
i’m either here to f-ck your girlfriend or here to make your world end
and they gon’ love me in the lou like when the club play whirlwind
real n-ggas f-ck with me so now the only choice come to me, bury you here or montgomery
verb say he waved up, he say he’s all brush and grease
perm head n-gga, he been using the just for me
i said sherm head n-gga act like my drunk uncle be
at fam like d-mn a cause i jam like huckabee
n-ggas hit me from harlem, the sh-t read like this
n-ggas telling me either battle charlie clips or get off head i.c.e.’s d-ck
cause you f-cking with queens n-ggas, your head might split
kids running back like, “mommy, his head’s like this!”
hey, i been watchin word war before n.y. versus the lou started
and i think you’ve been running from yung illz to be honest
why you battling outta towners when you got n-ggas in your city bombing
it’s aight cause i’m popping from tompkins to compton
i’ll drag him from dawson to austin, slauson to boston
we can bang like orangutans and do this from spain to maine, mane
i even take him to the d in highland park and battle with him
in chicago, i’ll chew that -ss up like harold’s chicken
your dog is a street soldier so dodge from these heat blowers
revolvers with speed loaders lodged into each shoulder
a k so big, i gotta hide it in the garage and then creep over
d-mn i stumbled a little bit, i had a four and a cream soda
i heard he did a song with jibbs called a thousand dollars
but what he ain’t mentioned is he paid jibbs a thousand dollars
from astoria project housing to jamaican ave blocks stay wilding
i hit the cell block with a ox in my sh-ll tops from the island
so when i come home on the one way, n-gga when the hand go for the pants like al bundy
you could be married with children, that house gon’ to see wild gun play
n-gga i said n-gga you ain’t gotta die now but you gon die one day
matter fact, july 26th n-gga, die sunday

[round 1: aye verb]
i owe this battle to st. louis
all the sh-t these streets done for me
the support from the b-tches, the hoods, the n-ggas who bust guns for me
everybody know verb is no motherf-cking joke but this sh-t is fun to me
i’m like mike tyson at 21, everybody know i’ma f-ck him up and send him home early
but he’s still excited to come and see
now i feel like how y’all feel, hollow da don, yeah, he a bomb to me
his performance iunuunnno, bar for bar he two steps under me
lyrically i’m a windstorm, i make the best emcees look like tumbleweeds
so me verse the n-ggas y’all wanna see?
it won’t happen, i come at them, they run for me
so i only can k!ll when rap n-ggas get in front of me
i say this n-gga ain’t no rider, he a motherf-cking coward, h-ll
he don’t do dirt, he got that fresh-up-out-the-shower smell
i get him lynched in his own city
dress him up like bin laden and make him crip walk where the towers fell
but d-mn that, somebody pull his report card, let me exam that
these fraud–ss battle rap n-ggas, we can’t stand that
heard he be snitching, well let me find how he pointing fingers, i’ll bring his hand back
his promo van, bam that! whole f-ckin fam whacked
his wifey duct taped, saran wrapped, and amtraked!
see this a d-mn act, he raving all temperamental
you wouldn’t murder ink hollow, you couldn’t k!ll an instrumental
top compet-tor so verb will never fail
you ain’t serving burning sh-lls, you just put words together well
see hollow is a buster, a screamin impostor
he beefaroni, i’ma run through him, y’all got to feed me lasagna
and whining bout the life the way i’ma do they little potna
he been battling boogeyman, now he on the ring with the monster
but this monster something different, something y’all never saw before
verb will eat anything, i’m not a herbivore or carnivore
what art of war? he nuts and berries, he said his hood was raided r
i went to go and see it but wasn’t nothing scary
static with verb? down bad
i’m on your block, i can get your little heart stabbed
chopped and thrown in lawn bags on they own gr-ss
warpath, pipe bombs, arms blast, body slings, arm casts
lock him in a room with eight large f-gs
for nine minutes, leave him with a torn -ss
for ten days he had to soak in epsom salts – warm baths
i say i run these streets hollow, believe it or not
i get in the q, they toss tips, now watch how his breathing stop
his main b-tch? shii, she faster than a cheetah hop
she sucked the juice out a n-gga, treat the d like a freezer pop
we don’t wanna hear them tales about how you bleed the block and make your heater pop
your cheese about thick as a cheez-it, you wouldn’t squeeze on a squeeze it, stop!
number two in the murder rate, these east coast n-ggas just don’t read a lot
i can get your cap twisted faster than turning the two liter top
this n-ggas such a b-tch–ss n-gga, we can’t tell if he’s sweet or not
i show up with two hammers on me even if we agreed to box
now try that math hoffa sh-t; swing, i’ma weave the shot
then these n-ggas? give you that same treatment that jesus got
i promised him a safe trip home, but y’all know how us do
psyche! y’all can gun b-tt him, nun chuck him, dump truck him, he ain’t from around here, f-ck dude!

[round 2: hollow da don]
this n-gga say i’ll get the same treatment jesus got
i’m the god emcee, n-gga i’m jesus’s pops!
you talk about you gon make my breathing stop
kings highway is where i’m gonna leave his top
n-gga, you’ll never survive!
if i wanted to come to lou’ and battle a b-tch, i would have called out ebony eyes
n-gga tap dance on that c0ke, you’ll die like gregory hines
and i’ll probably hate you till i’m 75
i said this n-gga here, he talking about scary movies but
this a scary movie b-tch, but i’ma flip it with razor scripts
i got a screen face that fits jason’s fists but it’s a wes craven script
or this could be your final destination
you can die from vital expirations or spinal separation
n-gga or get hit by a rhino while it’s racing
or i’ll act like i’m on a terror, rip you from ear to ear, yeah
cause rather than battle here, you rather go to the chi land, drop off the sears
you rather go to the woods and slap box with a bear
n-gga your flows is as entertaining as matlock’s in the chairs
and you just about as real as them two gl-ss rocks in your ears
i said “so who’s real, who’s not? i’m real, your jewels not.”
i said this n-gga ain’t got no piece that he bang
no piece that he aim, mane
he can’t even afford a piece for his chain
i said n-gga, i hope you have a nervous death
get prescribed percocets and overdose till a nervous death
and your pregnant wife is born with a birth defect
and just for giving the baby life, i even wish the nurse’s death
but wait y’all, that ain’t the worsest yet
i slept on the church’s steps to sneak into his funeral to make sure his he-rs- gets wrecked
n-gga, i’ma come on my em sh-t, dive in it and hide for five minutes
come back with a “f-ck aye verb” hat and a t-shirt that says, “i did it”

[round 2: aye verb]
i got large shoes to fill and hollow couldn’t try em on
he told me he was the dopest n-gga in queens, yeah, like i am dumb
it’s a big difference between a box cutter and a firearm
my sh-t sound like choirs, drums, triumph songs
his sixteens’s tough as the quiet storm
yeah, he hopped in this fire, but not knowing that it was five-alarm
this could only be a fair fight if i was writing for him
i was supposed to give charlie clips this night of horror
they threw hollow at me, i said, “naw, i might ignore him.”
then hype told me “verb, right or wrong
this what you do, you a battle rapper, no one cares if you can write a song
gain some more views, take hollow da don on
besides, he ain’t even nice, he’s some sh-t you can go lighter on.”
i said, “should i do it?”
i’ma go and do this sh-t then hollow started talking sh-t
woah! why would you ignite a bomb?
real sh-t, i wasn’t comfy when i was out of town
but now, i am home and i am armed, i am calm
i’m running this battle scene myself, i’m not p-ssing my baton
i’m above all y’all, none of y’all can see me, to you, i am god
he a giant fraud, new-born v-g-n- hard
i been here since b.c. and a little time before
resting with king kong, i partied with the dinosaurs
slept on stegosaurus’s back, i had a pillow made of rhino h-rns
he rap and he did a bid, labels, y’all better sign him, i’m tryna warn
boy hollow nice around that mic, yeah cause he keep that wire on
i’m cold as cryoton, get his crib firebombed
smack him with my iron palm from st. louis to cybertron
he sweating bullets, but don’t blame him, he ain’t been around this kind before
i got heat surrounding his b-tch -ss, to him it feels like we got the dryers on
but check the bets, they got me winning like ten to five
i’ve been advised, he like to do dumb sh-t, he loves to freestyle, likes to improvise
my temper rise, we roll up in black tinted rides
hop out, n-ggas get paralyzed, not penalized
large clips enter rides, cars flip, injure guys
i’ll beam his whole team up, starship enterprise!
too complex for him even when i’m simplified
if new york is such a jungle, tell me this:
how the f-ck do n-ggas like him survive?
we terrorize timid guys, cotton shirt, linen guys
light-skinned, slender guys, the target’s been identified
there could be a long line of rappers who getting signed
if he in the front, i’ma jump him like, “shut up b-tch, i been in line!”
i’m back popping, got rap in my back pocket
you can’t beat me with yelling, yapping, and hat copping
not while the street n-ggas is staring and the hoodrats is watching
cause now that i’m a felon, failing is not an option
he walk around bopping like n-ggas will not rock him
the canon (cannon) like a camera, i scan him and snapshot him
bam, got him! queens wouldn’t give a d-mn ’bout him
i showed up for a slug fest, this n-gga was slap boxing
but f-ck hollow, i got some sh-t to get up off my conscience
if you from st. louis and you don’t f-ck with verb, be a real n-gga, make the sh-t obvious
don’t see me out in public, shake my hand, and pay homage
and soon as i walk away, you whisper and make comments
before this battle, hollow was tryna dig some dirt on me
so some clown n-gga from here started feeding him knowledge
told him i was a b-tch and i wasn’t from the hood, some old f-ck n-gga nonsense
i’m still gon show him love cause i understand it, don’t knock it
cause when you in the game playing, them n-ggas on the bench hate watching
i’m feeling like superman mixed with that ‘pac sh-t
you gon need a quarter-brick of that kryptonite to stop this
don’t ask no rappers ’bout me, ask the real n-ggas ’bout this
they’ll tell you he cool, he calm, he don’t be on that wild sh-t
he f-ck b-tches, make profits, and he will knock a n-gga unconscious!
arsonal need to stop it without his uncle tom sh-t
me and ice is a million miles away, neither one of us don’t bomb sh-t
don’t buy into that battle rapping content

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