THE BLUES ARE HERE TO STAY

[Round 1: Aye Verb] Top tier...versus God tier See me and Gotti sit on opposite sides Before the lil' loc can evolve and sit wit' us First he gotta lose a couple notches of pride Cause when a God tier nigga get in front of you and y'all lock wit' them eyes How y'all survive? It's first, kill them thoughts that you're not gonna die Cause you will I'm lion for lion with you chump They say, "Geechi Gotti can punch. He nuts." So Just like Nutso he gon' die off the jump E'rybody bleeds nigga, I done lost a few times Blood ain't comin' out my mouth no mo', like Tekashi69 L.A. bars, I'ma talk to this nigga, not try to St. Louis, that drive-by real when we ride through You out yo' league Either open eyes with a wide view or two vice grips And I'll stretch the I (eye) like "Piru" Nightmares come when you niggas sleepin' I left "Vegan Verb" at home, this beef man Fuck that peace shit, its cinematics If I gotta spit 'matics the car creepin' Smokin' anything that the K see (KC) then we Chief-in' That's Midwest shit Rah! Chest rip like Akuma shit I know you heard, but I seen it my nigga, the rumor flipped I'm a boss Bitch I'm way too boomin' to boom yo' shit Buy my youngins fast food all month for they foolishness Rock, paper, scissors See you scissors right now, but you legit The better bet it's Always on Roc(k) like a Puma fit 11 years, my peers ask me, "Verb how you do that shit?' Get yo' mind and body right, that turmeric tune yo' shit New niggas always think they can hang, how true is this? Y'all get the big head, I adjust the noose and loose the fit Like, "Come here nigga." You read (red) me wrong and I blew (blue) yo' shit You gotta nail a God to cross the lines and nigga, I'm not yo' crucifix Aye, I'm confused a bit how you start yo' rounds like, "You'se a bitch" But you get flew out by dudes and shit Get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles No, you'se a bitch Ask my city, they say I'm the face, how that real sound Everything that I did you tryin' to do now It means nothin' 30 days to get ready? Let's get down Old niggas who used to kill ain't worried about young niggas that kill now The dope house, it was a Full House The shit was wicked That's why that white girl had to stay next door; that Kimmy Gibbler Ain't worryin' if Crip be trippin', I'm from it so miss me wit' it In any field I show signs of a slide, my pitch be different Wrap my arms around yo' mama big sister Her frail body, and crush her Sorry, gotta go, TT, I just spelled "Gotti" Heard yo' patnas like to smoke that dip and they feel brolic If they put that water in 'em, you gon' pull a shell out 'em On God Most of you rappers just grow an image, I know your gimmick Is to try to turn O from Menace to a token hero See it's no convincin' cause you so focused on dope and killin' I can't see myself in these fake niggas through smoke and mirrors Be honest Vers' me you can't win because your mind clouded Open your omelette, and let go nigga, ya thoughts in bondage Your rhymes is catered to convicts and Crown Vics, I'm beyond it Full speed ahead, straight forward tonight I'm Giannis I'm conscious, but not tonight nigga I'm wit' the nonsense The locked hair, hombre blond twisted John Wick S.T.L., we back (h)ours like y'all time switch You the king? I had the heir to the throne like LeBron bitch Yo, round one, I'm on top of yo' head let's get to drillin' Round two: Blade, I cross his scalp, lower his ceilin' In round three, take the skin off his Adam Apple it's so appealin' Then let the wind hit his skull Geechi Gotti death 'bout to be bone chillin' Look how I talk to you niggas like grown children [Round 1: Geechi Gotti] URL gave me a home game! I appreciate Verb cause he popped out To battle me in L.A.? That's what most these scary niggas not 'bout Ain't finna wrestle witchu in this ring though, you gettin knocked out Think Chris, I been one (Benoit) to catch a body in my house The Glocks out I ain't for play play Cuz get pistol whipped 'til ya skull open Go from pill to crack, it was gateway drug Nigga you ain't no thug You be on some gay shit I remember nights I had the chopper givin' face lifts Pull up, skkkkrt Hop out and let the K spit Arm pointin' out the Audi (Adi), Boom-in' to make a statement Gang shit They said bangin' was fade, we will eventually get tired of poppin' straps 'Til I seen a nigga get buried under the dirt I told his mama, "I don't think he can grow outta that." A lotta straps I stay promotin' the violence I'ma shoot 'til ya fam' in tears That mean every man, child and woman is cryin' Amazin' how somethin' so loud can create a moment of silence Nigga beam wit' the red dot Shoot 'til ya chest pop Gang of guns soundin' off my nigga, the lead hot Got me feelin' like a truck driver Cause the MAC goin' to ('til) the rest stop Get ya neck shot Bullet come out this fag face You gettin' buried under them greens that ya ass ate Now ya really are what you eat Verb, you plant based You damn straight Most these battle niggas nerves get punched and kicked 'til ya face planted on the curb Stompin' on Verb Gave a whole new meanin' to standin' on my words I remember, standin' on the curb, seein' niggas die at the start of summer I shot niggas and been shot I know karma well enough I could've borrowed from her Ya dawg's a gunner, that's why I ride strapped Cause I ain't tryin' to die or gettin' killed, I'm hittin' corners with the baby on my lap My son think he drivin' for real, nigga I'm in the field I was on some locin' shit I still remember the first time I had to hold the grip Shots was goin' everywhere when I blowed the shit Homies was callin' me "Anwar" It was plain to see I couldn't control the bitch Unloadin' clips, you finna get killed Beggin' for your life in front of this steel He askin' me not to, but I'm drop 'em anyway, nigga Hip Hop Is Real Aye what's the deal? I got a gang of Crips outside, you should be very scared This gangbangin' like teachin' kids Aye, be (B) C's everywhere I couldn't even imagine you in jail, I just can't see it happen You say you Captain Marketable, I know some niggas ready to mark out the captain So what's happenin' I'm talkin' locks in the socks, prolly open hand slap him Just sayin', if I ever caught Verb on a sentence, just know that it's action Yeah nigga the .4 will hit you Dome shot, exposin' tissue Anybody showin' concern for Verb, I'm unloadin' pistols So if they yellin', "Aye hold on!" they just be goin' witchu Cause when it's real, y'all can tell Nigga rap [Round 2: Aye Verb] Aye shut yo' mark ass up nigga I don't got no punchline or nothing, I just kinda like the way that shit sounds Ain't no one on one fights in St. Louis, out here the way y'all get down... You mean to tell me, I can approach your whole staff like, "Look. I don't wanna problem with y'all fam' But me and Gotti gotta throw hands And all along I get to wash this pussy, this a hoe bath." What's up? Three minute rounds - book me - long time Preview - 3D So it... Any city I'm in, I'm wit' whatever I'll be on Nutty Blocc wit' Nutty Bars That means it's a wrap when two sticks together I'm in yo' yard, arms stuck to the torso Two .5's on each side like Goro Let's go to war bro Yo, this the only gang where they mute yo' face and they mark yo' soul If somethin' happens to me y'all hearts will show He was Artic cold, fuck ya I stand alone with the darkest poles and a scarlet rose Cause any mark that y'all mark marvelous I mark they toes That's a body bag Gotta talk in code around Marcus, I'm often told He don't understand he stand for the streets but don't walk that road Why the fuck yo' Instagram got 1,200 pictures? Who taught you bro? I'm from the hood Street niggas ain't never been photogenic, it's too hard to pose I'm greatness, God favored and gifted See of course I'm a boxer in the ring I'm Triple G I'm the best in the world They don't make 'em like me no more, bro you gotta check if I'm sterile I'll put this TEC to yo' swirl Smack yo' daddy but yo' daddy ain't thorough Keep yo' daughters away from me cause I'm dawg Smack, protect yo' little girls Grrr DMX sound Next round I will flip yo' bars around BMX style, just like a pro If every night if I gotta face Mike and guard the coves It's kinda hard to notice anything cold about [?] I'm wit' the giddy up After it's over let's get 'em up I call my right hand "rendezvous" Cause these (Z/disease) silent; chlamydia I split him up Fuck the buck 50 and sit him up Or sit him down with a couple of rounds then send him up Baby .9 With a drum the same size as a sippy cup Bullets move in and out yo' body same motion they stick you up Man of the house by 13 The way we live was rough Forced to grow up fast Only could be a kid by Dream like Nivea I used to get it in on bitches just cause they give it up Now if she suck me, and she don't got a bag I don't get a nut I show you niggas love, that's how I give it up Niggas always wanna take credit from Verb who ain't get enough I can't debate witchu, cause you was created Can't you see? URL needed a face for this L.A. market, preferably street Gettin' my name, it'd cost a fee, but they'd get to control the market So you ain't top tier, you a puppeteer You need a helping hand to talk to me Boy you spit that same shit every night, that shit borin' Fuck these Tales From The Crypt (Crip) Cause my real skeletons come with stories The pain awful Rum watchin' his brother drown like Ray Charles fool This Pedigree of rapper in front of me is just dog food They all chewed Houston, we got a problem, they all Screwed Bring it back Don't go past the bar, fuck law school We here to rap You remain normal, and think in yo' mind like I can't harm you The cap split his wig like Hey Arnold It leave a stain on you Before the battle, you walk to this stage and you had a pop After the battle, I'ma take a few pictures and drag a box All that finger pop, Gotti, get outta that thinkin' bruh Bar after bar, is the reason you dead like the King Of Pop What's up?! [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] You said you can't fuck a bitch before a battle Whatchu thought? This was a boxin' match? Imagine you at home wit' yo' lady she ass naked, you 'bout to smack You like, "Nah baby chill out." Turn on YouTube and start watchin' SMACK Y'all niggas vouch for that? How is gettin' pussy fuckin' wit' yo' rhymes? You gay as shit and statements like this show it every time You say it's a preparation issue, but you just disguisin' the fact you couldn't fuck a bitch cause you had another nigga on yo' mind I mean, I fuck bitches befo' every battle Verb And I'm doin' fine Maybe if you finally got you some pussy, you wouldn't be up here actin' like a pussy every time Nigga I'm a Crip Let one of my patnas get shot, I don't cry I Crip about it Ya mom's a dyke? I put this strap in her mouth, you shouldn't trip about it You got to see yo' mother fuck another bitch Verb? You got me beat Unfortunately that double murder was the only time I got to see two pussies under sheets Nigga, I told the homies he can leave in peace or it's hella homi's So after this L, be(B) G, or it's T-shirts for e'rybody Nigga you livin' hella sloppy But you think it's godly You fuckin' tweakin' Ya dyke ass mama was a fuckin' bird She left ya daddy, turned butch, and- she got some fuckin' nerve She motherfuckin' basically raised you in the house with no meat, so she the real reason we got this Vegan Verb This shit absurd They say there's a bunch of day niggas in battle rap That might be true They say some of these top tiers like boys That might be you But even if it ain't we'd be lyin' if we say we ain't think it was dawg (dog) the whole time like Chinese food Nigga I need you, to look in that cam' and say you ain't gay .... This one of the moments we gon' judge you on what you ain't say Nigga why would you wanna test the rookie? Ya mom's a dyke, that alone tells me that growin' up, your household was extra pussy Nigga you soft as cookies, sweet as cinnamon I can tell the way you spoke to Hitman in that third round that deep down you envied him Cause maybe if you had a Big Gerald in yo' life you wouldn't be so feminine Nigga you'se a bitch! Argue with females online like a hoe would do Nigga you'se a bitch! Swing ya hair and bat ya eyes, all shit men ain't 'pose to do Nigga you'se a bitch! Prolly go home, take this off, put on spaghetti straps and keep a pocket book close to you Nigga you'se a bitch! Walked in the venue full of niggas and got an attitude cause ain't nobody spoke to you Nigga you'se a bitch! You think because we see you with females that we think you stabbin' shit? No lie, versus B. Dot you was with a girl that was bad as shit But that don't mean nothin' to a shooter Verb, I can bet a stack of chips That all it take is a headshot, and I can get any of these coroners To bag ya bitch Nigga savage shit You get shot in the face wit' a big ole' gun They gon' see you lookin' dead on cam'...like Jim Jones son Nigga, motherfuckas like you, just don't get it my nigga Cause you is one of the top spittas And these niggas don't give you credit, and that's fucked up I feel like these niggas is hoes but don't worry Cause after you dead, they can finally admit that you cold Rap nigga [Round 3: Aye Verb] Real talk third rounds...that's this nigga's favorite move? Oh Geechi See you just Geechi Gotti I'm like Irv Gotti, I created the Rule Fool You know how easy my role would've been if Smack liked me? Smack don't like the St. Louis niggas, but he act like it But whether (weather) or not our relationship cloudy or cold climate Every time when (wind) he make it rain, I bring lightenin' Excitin', to watch E.F.B. construct a group Of one line, punchline niggas and y'all all the truth But...two time Champion winner just highlights you And we all know that they all buckle down and snap together So you don't have a round to waste (waist) So when you hold the belt up by yourself it kinda throws me for a loop Proof 2017, me and B. Dot we challenged minds I walked by and gave you five while you was waitin' in line Now everybody got they time when they greatness arrive But in three years who the fuck can grow from 5'4" to 6'5"? Tell me I'm lyin' Community Revolution In Progress, that's what CRIP means Did you know that child? Y'all was an extension of the Black Panthers way before yo' time You a reputable but all you do is rep the bull on how you'll blow that .9 and you'll smoke yo' kind When the original stood for the color of our skin, why you don't show that side? God! Tell yo' people what happened to all your bros that slide They get smoked or have to go inside And if they get smoked y'all don't hold shit down Y'all make shirts and hold up signs And when his kids grow up with the same mind y'all like, "So what? Fine." Nah Y'all better stop believin' these rapper guys If Geechi was a real shooter, none of his battles here could ever be advertised Gotti craft his lines for you asinine and y'all gas him; formaldehyde He don't have a mind Even if he had half a mind he'd still be a lap behind These suckas that y'all pacify, barely even appetize, chicken wrap and fries I bring yams and apple pies but y'all laugh at mine praise average guys, why? Same shit when he rap his rhymes Arms, over and over again like the travel sign Why y'all tap my line? I'm done with beef, I passed (past) my prime My spot I never leave, I don't need alibi First class, get on the plane, dress plain but still travel fly Your bros put all the work in for California on the battle side See I had to carry mine I came in with three on my back like Allen I I gripped this .40 cal' of mine Aim for the loc' shin (lotion), not talkin' calamine Fuckin' mortal You need 100% to even stand beside A god only need 10%, bitch let me have them tithes You can't take this heat Gotti, your melanin low I'm an elegant, intelligent, felon with soul You nobody for the Crips but you be sellin' it though Blue wise, this nigga Buns; Belly intro How you childish with flows but challenging pros? Hell if I know You just a workout; beginners Tae Bo But salute him; bravo My shit's spicy like every Thai bowl But only you and I know That 30 days to get ready nigga...I can do that But URL had to push the twist like a childproof cap E'ry time y'all niggas dissed me I just smiled through that I show up, kill y'all and show y'all love, why y'all don't do that? [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] You was dope in yo' era bro But bro it's different I'm the number one battler now, plus the most consistent I battled on all the top leagues, with no restrictions Plus I'm a Crip so when I rap, the locs is listenin' Plus the Damus Me and B. Dot showin' y'all that, red and blue can be coexistent Plus my flow is vicious, like the homie Vishiss His baby girl showed y'all that the west is known for lyrics See, y'all said Day' was wrong for gimmicks It dethroned his image But until he showed his ass on stage the shit he rapped about, y'all ain't wanna hear it This the Gang Land Artificial clones should fear it I wish Nitty was here to put a C in his face and say "fuck social distance" But bro just listen You a funny fuckin' guy But what made you think all them jokes will work? When every battle I go berserk From big name to small name I show my worth I treat a one rounder with TED like my war with Surf Even at Genesis y'all would've thought I was Anwar the way "I spoke to Twork" Now listen A west nigga run battle rap, oh I know it hurt My old job was puttin' niggas faces on they homie's shirt But hold up first How the fuck did you get here? I been on the court You should be in the stands, you had a whole fuckin' era when you was cheatin' the fans Remember Pay Verb? That time in yo' career when you was losin' respect Battlin' anybody, anywhere, long as you was gettin' a check I mean whatchu expect? Takin' small names on small leagues, what did you really accomplish? You was goin' all over the world rappin' bullshit That's basically stealin' deposits It's nonsense How the fuck can y'all be mad at the way the culture movin' with Twork When everything that bruh doin', nigga you was doin' it first? But you the first top tier nigga to get boo'd on the main stage And that's a fact You kept battlin' Niggas kept cookin' you But since you was controversial and controversy sells they kept bookin' you I hate to look at you I think niggas like Young Kannon, Ooops, Big Kan' It's plenty niggas from the Midwest that's better But since you was "hated" and that shit got- and that shit sold tickets They kept givin' you plates I ain't gon' lie that shit was clever Cause even when you lose, they say shit like, "Aw man, New York just hatin' That nigga Verb said, 'Fuck 'em'. He really wit' whatever." Man get ya shit together You started the trend that "It don't matter if you suck, long as you a ticket seller" You started the trend that "It's better at sellin' the fight, don't matter who really better." But check this out, we ain't nothin' alike Cause at one point in time your hair had perm in it like my criminal record Speakin' of records, I know niggas that's doin' Fed time for what another nigga said Take Ace for example, he never snitched, he still got ten So I never understood the sayin' how "closed mouths don't get fed (Fed)" Nigga I'm fed up You dealin' wit' a rider I've sent niggas to God for a little bit of nada Basically, doin' business with a nigga I never even met like El Plaga Where's Saga? I need some prayers bro I left bullets in his top on the left side Just sayin' he gon' die wit' cases hangin' over his head like Tech-9 Nigga, I had little homies that's facin' time Wishin' they could FaceTime I feel like it's my fault cause I gave them the guns They in jail for lettin' mine explode in they palm (napalm) Nigga, you know what I hate? Niggas like you who pretend I was really MJ in my hood, I felt like I was hoopin' then My big homies was perfectionists Cause if I went on a mission and missed, they gon' make me shoot again It was ruthless man The whole gang can vouch Niggas really seen Bae lurkin' I don't wish this lifestyle on anybody, I'm tellin' y'all it ain't worth it A lot of jail, death and grief I was there for everything like T.K. Kirkland The streets ain't perfect Nah, I done seen niggas that's really ready to ride They strapped everyday They keep it on they side If they get caught it's no snitchin' They tell the detective a bunch of lies And they still end up a headstone or a picture on the shirt of they guys Richard Pryor, Bernie Mack; no jokin' I'm just sayin', plenty stand up niggas done died And when it's real y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes Hope niggas didn't believe them lies