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king of the dot - aye verb vs. the saurus lyrics

[round 1: aye verb + the saurus]
before i start, i’d like to say
thanks for having me back, l.a.
i am humbled to be in the presence of one of y’all legends
with so many accomplishments and accolades
my n-gga marcus told me on the basketball court:
“it’s either you gon’ let a n-gga be great
or you gon’ make a n-gga be great!”
i say, “that to say?”
december 10th, 2016, i’ma make you be great?
’cause i showed up to really rap today!
before i wrote for you, i sat down with the warlocks
conjured up the souls of mc’s i went to war with
when i write i hear voices
when you n-ggas rap to me i hear noises
y’all get in front of me and be all boisterous
well, this another day for me, ’cause the biggest fish in the sea don’t get intrigued by the pearl in you f-ckin’ oysters!
i wanted to stake okwerdz
you just a subst-tute for that beef: a little soy dish
let’s enforce sh-t!
first sign of bull like a taurus
you can catch the fade, the saurus
and judge who won by the next day by who wake up the sorest
wake up, the saurus!
you tryin’ to get a buzz out our story?
well, i’m not the n-gga to toy with!
toy lit, pull up, get your core ripped
see how that work out? pull-ups get your core ripped?!
i seen your little wh0r- – for your level, that b-tch is gorgeous!
she’s fine! facts! hey, facts!
hey, i’m punching way above my weight!
what’s crazy is her level, every day i ignored him
you probably ain’t even f-ckin’ her right!
you be playin’ undercover: halle berry in swordfish!
keep playin’! she gon’ be on every n-gga arm like a koi fish
i’m not one of them regular gun-line rappers who talk about movin’ ki’s, i make the cords switch
battle rap is pure schooling, my rounds the advanced courses
i’m a one-man funeral home, i supply the d-mn corpses
pick the orchids, speak, and simultaneously play the organ
mile-high club: i got tails ahead in the air, like the coin flip
you up here with this cop swag, lookin’ oink-ish, smellin’ pork-ish
i’m anointed
this pen’ll leave you scarred, later you’ll need ointment
that was a tattoo bar
you think from the ground, n-gga, my thoughts lift
seasoned with that beef: grab that pepper and -ssault sh-t
then get rid of the body on some raw sh-t
like when a n-gga doin’ crossfit!
f-ck what you heard!
i put all the smoke out the car on that exhaust tip
you n-ggas think that aye verb lost it? you n-ggas lost it!
aye verb versus the saurus, see what the fuss is about?
you say my name, they bring that bread
i come put (blood in your mouth!)

[round 1: the saurus]
okay! yo!
the shoes you rockin’ got lights on the bottom
them sh-ts are tight as f-ck!
but it’s ironic ’cause all i need is one kick to light him up!
now, every aye verb opponent picks the same way to approach him
but i feel like channeling showtime would just be shameless promotion
now, can’t a person in this room say me and you ain’t legends
and as far as battler of the year, there’s one or two names mentioned
so i’ll be god-d-mned if i come home to lose game 7!
i stay eating in the bunker like i’m doomsday preppin’!
y’all got him g-ssed up! let’s see how far that fuel tank gets him
against an engine from the same whip that bruce wayne steps in
he left smack, now he looking for a new stage, stressin’
poppin’ up out of every hole in the wall like a kool-aid entrance!
check it! i’m rock-solid, eyes locked on medusa
i wish they’d thought of this sooner, balrog boxin’ ak-ma
one shot lift his spirit like a confidence-booster
i’ll put a hundred bands on it like lollapalooza!
let’s rock! you ain’t leaving with your head attached
i brought a razor to the ring like kevin nash
bounty on it, dead or alive, i want my bread in cash
just ’cause you a guest in the west world don’t mean you get a p-ss!
you better ask for an exit strategy extra fast
i got the same telekinetic grasp eleven has
left hand feel like a lennox jab
they knew that i’d be cold the second that i was born in a cryogenics lab!
go ahead and ask, i’ll let my record talk for me
you gon’ wish you never had ’cause it’s a long story!
turn aye verb to a. ward: he seeking god’s glory!
looking like radio, i’mma give his top 40!
i’m not worried ’bout the pain this man’s been through
online magazine: it ain’t a d-mn issue
you can tell i’m heavyweight the way these hands hit you
so when they knock you back to st. louis, b-tch, take the rams with you!
time!

[round 2: aye verb + the saurus]
boy, shut your good-rapping, ugly -ss up!
(-laughs-) he thought i was good though!
i got this sh-t down to a science
i told n-ggas, “no angles – we gettin’ straight to the violence!”
two-minute rounds, they ain’t book me for a long time
so f-ck the preview!
let’s let that beef brew – in 3d, too!
(so it’s showtime!)
ride up, now i’m out here, so i’m west-coast ridin’
targetin’ your exo, firin’
two arms ’round that body: that’s the heimlich!
i took this battle last-second to get tied in
with the eses who get it fresh off the boat when the tide’s in
translation: i’m grindin’
my son wears a size 10
silencer: shhh… you don’t want them problems, be quiet, then!
i showed up hard-bodied, you arrive thin
you think our kinds blend? you and your kind pen?
n-gga, please! i rhyme and divide wind
bring out the emotion inside men
n-gga, let your mind bend
to the concept of stayin’ in the hood when everybody gettin’ wet
it’s water all around like a island!
i’m not the american idol, so i ignore the opinions of you simons when y’all chime in
you a mild writer, a loud liar, who just get the crowd hyper
i shoot first, then speak like, “pow! hi-ya!”
they gon’ gas you ’cause you at home
i don’t care, man, my sound tighter
i take your toughest bars and be chillin’ like al bundy in al-qaeda
last time i was here, i caught that choke action
i was waitin’ on this call, toe-tappin’
ready to go hard on you boys like joe jackson!
a b-tch can’t get no d-ck from me first without the throat action
there’s no way to beat the saurus – well, i got the code crackin’
i’m cold-rappin’, whole package, pole-packin’, pro static
four’s ‘matic that’ll up the nose like a c0ke addict!
i make y’all best mc’s seem so average!
aye verb vers’ the saurus! see what the fuss is about?
you say my name, they bring that bread—
(i come put blood in your mouth!)

[round 2: the saurus]
(-checks his phone-)
i just forgot my first word
you know what i’m sayin’? f-ck it!
before this round kicks off, there’s some sh-t i wanna set straight
i heard verb dropped a new mixtape!
man, f-ck that mixtape!
he gon’ tell y’all how our hustles are different
like that’s his strength
like i ain’t worked to get where i’m at
like i got lucky and cracked a safe
like i wasn’t bagging weight
derek carr, climbing up the p-ssing ranks
homie, i pushed more notes off ki’ than ashley banks!
facts! i’m more consistent
i work harder, i made a fortune with it
you better forfeit or find an orphanage to store your kids in
i been k!llin’ since the origins of this sh-t! of course i’m different
b-tch, i found the stick they used to light the olympic torch, and lit it!
with him, y’all don’t know if you’ll get your money’s worth, or want it back
but every minute, i’m in great form: i make more off of that
i’m always gonna be the winning racehorse on this track
’cause i already know the game’s score: grays sports almanac
facts! that’s how legends do: we show up, execute
light the whole building up, give every room a exit wound
i know you got nothing left to prove
but if you don’t put on for the fans who see theyself in you
it’s more than just yourself you’re being selfish to
and sometimes that’s what we get from you
you don’t live up to your name’s hype
from st. louis!? how come what you pitchin’ isn’t wainwright?
you stay light!
tombstone: digging him a gravesite!
bring fire to the ring like the entrance of a kane fight!
it ain’t like this is something i could actually teach
’cause i’ve always spent way more time tryna practice than preach
now, i’m sure your family’s gonna be sad he’s deceased
but i put verb in a better place like the grammar police
this cat’s gonna meet the people higher!
i’ll even provide your family with free seats beside ya like a frequent flyer
there’s a difference between being alive and being a lifer
you are the last thing left on my checklist
besides beating iron before he re-retires!

[round 3: aye verb]
i ain’t no name-flipper
i’m grown, i’m a game-spitter
fo’-fo’ long, the gang hitter
i had to pick the lock with a screwdriver to get in this game, n-gga!
this round, i’ma go in his neck with the same phillips
n-gga, where you from? n-gga, what gang is ya?
that ain’t your thang, is it?
i can tell: when i look in yo’ eyes, i don’t see pain in you
if we had the same mother, you’d be my r-t-rded brother
that couldn’t drink from the same nipple!
when rappers talk about eating us
they don’t look at the same menu
you the dollar one, i’m the olive garden
salad forks, sparkling water, background music of dolly parton
man, f-ck this!
two-minute rounds, they ain’t book me for a long time
f-ck that preview! let’s let that beef brew – in 3d, too!
so it’s (showtime!)
you called the wrong name, steve harvey!
big difference: i’m a king amongst kings
you a king of the geek harvest
you’re peonic, i’m bi-onic
for the record, ho, this a hit like bey’s on it
that was a beyoncé punchline
y’all ain’t catch it, y’all sleep on it
when you back in smack, you back in the meat market
you can’t sell this fake sh-t in a big room: it’s not the flea market!
i don’t fatigue often, i’m nice in each orbit
under this rapper’s jacket, he’s norbit!
pocket protectors and sleeve warmers
hoes come around, he get nervous
put both arms under each armpit!
i give people my heart, they givin’ you their art, and they never side-switch
don’t know ’bout you, i come from the bottom: my hoes can ride d-ck
and i built my sh-t off my own p-ssion
fifth-year senior in this game – f-ck your hall p-sses!
f-ck y’all habits and your swag show!
n-ggas on stage in dresses now: this sh-t is drag show!
i’m a pure hustler that never let the cash show
before this sh-t, i touched numbers – yeah, n-gga, my past cold
touch numbers: p-sscode
oh, god, that’s p-ss code
pour out a little liquor – naw, i’ma fl1ck the ash on him
-ssh0l-! staff so gutter
we all close, we like half-whole brothers
rip his task, ho, rip his tadpole colors
that’s why i laugh at you sad-flow suckas!

[round 3: the saurus]
good sh-t! all right!
2017, that kotd chain, that’s mine!
sh-t, rone’s lucky me and him didn’t get booked last time
the setup: headb-tt
the left hook: flatline
i’ll leave him seeing double: that’s a westbrook stat line!
you remember that time you battled illmac?
you said, “i’ll ride up in that mazda 6!”
and i’m like, “whoo! verb’s about to talk some…
wait, hold up, a mazda 6?”
for real? like, i’m just saying, out of all the whips…
out of all the whips that y’all could list
somehow that was one that even made it in your top two picks?
what the f-ck was going on, dawg?!
the ford fiesta was on the fritz?
you were getting your honda fixed?!
body kit and a new custom exhaust that fits?
or did you just go to the dealership
and right before you bought some sh-t
you were like, “now, look, i need something that says, ‘i’ve got a perm, but i’m not a b-tch.'”
yo! but i ain’t come to joke around!
you know this clown’s been broken down
and for my cali crowd, this is how a closing round’s supposed to sound!
i’ll ride up in any whip you can imagine that’s not a mazda 6!
special operatives, draw the line like the gaza strip
two opposites
soldier story: 2pacalypse
i’ll rag-top his flat-top, take the roof off of it
i’m too confident, this cat is frontin’ when the cameras runnin’
he gettin’ slayed, find a box to bag him up in: santa’s comin’!
i’ll make a speed bag out of ted chaz duncan, i’m rapid-punchin’
you better man up and stand for somethin’
fore you get pushed like the panic b-tton!
let me ask you somethin’, though
’cause i saw your battle with bonnie, verb
and my optic nerves got disturbed
when she shook a d-ld- in your face and dropped her third!
now, in my opinion, you had two options:
you either walk off-stage or sock that bird!
but the sh-t was crazy!
it’s the first time i ever saw a verb at a loss for words!
now, if y’all say i lost to verb, that’s a straight-out lie
homie, i’m edward scissorhands: you’ll catch that fade outside!
and tell whoever’s champ next year name the place and time
and warn that motherf-cker i’m comin’ for the chain that’s mine!
time!

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