[Round 1: Aye Verb]
I tried....very...very....hard to write these rounds and not bring up nothin' from yo' past Shine
I mean, I didn't want to make you mad
I mean, we all know that you Big Bad Shine who blast .9's
And then I thought about it, "Big Bad Shine who blast .9's?"
Fuck outta here nigga
Cause the fact still remains
Real niggas never get accused of fuckin' wit' fags, Shine
Us top tiers like to play this game called uh, what's that game called?
Swear To God
Now Shine, swear to God you ain't never had no head from no nigga
[K-Shine]
Swear to God
[Aye Verb]
I knew you was gon' say that that's why I brought the nigga wit' me, hold on!
GOT HIM! GOT HIM! GOT HIM!
I'm just fuckin' witchu little man, don't be threatened little bitch
But you was scared, wasn't you? On stage sweatin' and shit
He was outside in line like, "Who wanna take a picture with Shine?"
Lame, silly hoe
Fans don't wanna see you before the battle, like Rain videos
See all you tiny tough ass niggas, I'm so tired of y'all
Nigga I've been 'bout it
I stayed with my .40 for seven years, nigga we married, that's common law
You only hype when you got a full house, you need to calm it (Comet) dawg
Side note: on the show Full House, the dog's name was Comet
Lord, I'm upper echelon to the special ones
I put my opponents behind bars and don't set a bond
Fuck where he from, I show up whatever set he on
Weapon drawn
Murk everyone in his family, well except for one
Cause we don't give a fuck about B's sister, that's Solange you fuckin' pawn
Mortal men, rappin' ass niggas, I'm like God to y'all
Smack, I never took yo' money and ran off
But me takin' y'all Shine is robbin' y'all, I'm done stylin' y'all
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!)
It's evident, in this room, I'm the elephant
You Harlem niggas fly with big mouths, fuckin' pelicans
You do too much yellin', tonight I'ma teach you etiquette
Real street niggas move with elegance and use they intelligence
I was taught by pure hustlers, you gotta be smart if you out here sellin' shit
Ride wit' ya seat belt
No rap music, blast Elvis shit
See we ain't the same type of nigga
How you measure it? Me and my two partnas, got jumped by thirty niggas
That night we all shared the same blood so now we relative
Any pickle or beef I've been in, nigga I relished it
Lil' nigga I will swear yo' shit, and this time we won't even argue
Cause I'ma go before the words, like the predicate
Tell yo' bitch, I got a round to waste (waist), what's her measurements?
Round the waste (waist)?, Measurements? Lux, come get this medicine
Stop runnin' reverend
How you gon' be the God MC if you ain't beat the Devil then?
I'm so fuckin' tired of bein' on stage witchu niggas I'm way better than
Who in this motherfucker think I won't will K-Shine?
You? You? Okay, let's bet it then
You can't hang nigga, ya noose loose
You out maxed, so even if I slack it's gon' be a tie nigga, you gon' suit who?
You told me you had some shit out the ass, nigga they doo doo?
Nigga I'll put this stick in yo' doll, no fuckin' voodoo
This street shit is real, you ever had a nigga try to shoot you?
Open yo' eyes see nothin' but but train smoke and don't hear choo choo
Whatchu know 'bout being on the block with hard rock makin' bands nigga that's U2
Y'all young niggas get y'all thug from YouTube, that ain't what we used to
See that's what's wrong witchu, you givin' 'em the wrong picture
Hangin' with these petty stones flippers and chrome grippers
Y'all ain't got money y'all can loan nigga, y'all need to work alone nigga
I'm tryin' to teach him somethin' better, sit wit' the rich folks
No socks with the thong slippers
The doctors, the lawyers, the home slippers
You been a kid ya whole career, but tonight? He gon' be grown nigga
Aye Verb vs K-Shine see what the fuss is about
They say my name, they send that check I come put blood in they mouth
I tried....very...very....hard to write these rounds and not bring up nothin' from yo' past Shine
I mean, I didn't want to make you mad
I mean, we all know that you Big Bad Shine who blast .9's
And then I thought about it, "Big Bad Shine who blast .9's?"
Fuck outta here nigga
Cause the fact still remains
Real niggas never get accused of fuckin' wit' fags, Shine
Us top tiers like to play this game called uh, what's that game called?
Swear To God
Now Shine, swear to God you ain't never had no head from no nigga
[K-Shine]
Swear to God
[Aye Verb]
I knew you was gon' say that that's why I brought the nigga wit' me, hold on!
GOT HIM! GOT HIM! GOT HIM!
I'm just fuckin' witchu little man, don't be threatened little bitch
But you was scared, wasn't you? On stage sweatin' and shit
He was outside in line like, "Who wanna take a picture with Shine?"
Lame, silly hoe
Fans don't wanna see you before the battle, like Rain videos
See all you tiny tough ass niggas, I'm so tired of y'all
Nigga I've been 'bout it
I stayed with my .40 for seven years, nigga we married, that's common law
You only hype when you got a full house, you need to calm it (Comet) dawg
Side note: on the show Full House, the dog's name was Comet
Lord, I'm upper echelon to the special ones
I put my opponents behind bars and don't set a bond
Fuck where he from, I show up whatever set he on
Weapon drawn
Murk everyone in his family, well except for one
Cause we don't give a fuck about B's sister, that's Solange you fuckin' pawn
Mortal men, rappin' ass niggas, I'm like God to y'all
Smack, I never took yo' money and ran off
But me takin' y'all Shine is robbin' y'all, I'm done stylin' y'all
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!)
It's evident, in this room, I'm the elephant
You Harlem niggas fly with big mouths, fuckin' pelicans
You do too much yellin', tonight I'ma teach you etiquette
Real street niggas move with elegance and use they intelligence
I was taught by pure hustlers, you gotta be smart if you out here sellin' shit
Ride wit' ya seat belt
No rap music, blast Elvis shit
See we ain't the same type of nigga
How you measure it? Me and my two partnas, got jumped by thirty niggas
That night we all shared the same blood so now we relative
Any pickle or beef I've been in, nigga I relished it
Lil' nigga I will swear yo' shit, and this time we won't even argue
Cause I'ma go before the words, like the predicate
Tell yo' bitch, I got a round to waste (waist), what's her measurements?
Round the waste (waist)?, Measurements? Lux, come get this medicine
Stop runnin' reverend
How you gon' be the God MC if you ain't beat the Devil then?
I'm so fuckin' tired of bein' on stage witchu niggas I'm way better than
Who in this motherfucker think I won't will K-Shine?
You? You? Okay, let's bet it then
You can't hang nigga, ya noose loose
You out maxed, so even if I slack it's gon' be a tie nigga, you gon' suit who?
You told me you had some shit out the ass, nigga they doo doo?
Nigga I'll put this stick in yo' doll, no fuckin' voodoo
This street shit is real, you ever had a nigga try to shoot you?
Open yo' eyes see nothin' but but train smoke and don't hear choo choo
Whatchu know 'bout being on the block with hard rock makin' bands nigga that's U2
Y'all young niggas get y'all thug from YouTube, that ain't what we used to
See that's what's wrong witchu, you givin' 'em the wrong picture
Hangin' with these petty stones flippers and chrome grippers
Y'all ain't got money y'all can loan nigga, y'all need to work alone nigga
I'm tryin' to teach him somethin' better, sit wit' the rich folks
No socks with the thong slippers
The doctors, the lawyers, the home slippers
You been a kid ya whole career, but tonight? He gon' be grown nigga
Aye Verb vs K-Shine see what the fuss is about
They say my name, they send that check I come put blood in they mouth
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