[Round 1: Aye Verb]
I ain’t gon sit here and front like I don’t fuck with Day
Like he ain’t one of the best rappers in this game, nah bro
But my n***a… saying you gon fuck Puffy
Dressing up like weird characters and shit
Yo' fuck shit overshadows your talent, that’s the prob though
Not saying you don’t have the ability to beat me out here
But it’s gon be hard, bro
Cuz they don’t fuck with you goofy ass n***as out here
Not in Chicago!
When you battled Charlie you did some cold shit
Had a n***a like “Wooow! He killin' it”
See you made it a hot round
I’ma make it a hot style, I’m stealin' it
If I show up, you dead n***a; I am the reaper
In every hood I got stripes on the side, n***a; I am Adidas
We all even, he don’t want that fade though; you are Caesar
Send hot rounds to your door n***a; who ordered pizza?
I smoke anything any time n***a; I am a geeker
I know you get high, you probably fuck with a little boy
N***a, you are a preacher
You’re watching a Wizard in the game, n***a; I am Ariza
My bitch don’t talk and set it off; I am Latifah
You own it? So? I get on that shit
With you n***a; you want a feature?
You better shake and swallow that tongue
Bitch; go have a seizure
I make sure you get wet first, bitch; I am a pleaser
Rob me? You ain’t leaving with none of my shit
Bitch; I have a pre-nup
Aye Verb versus Daylyt, see what the fuck it’s about?
I took your shit and made it my mine
Fuck what you talking about
[Round 1: Daylyt]
Verb, you are battling the n***a with a perfect mental tracklist
They ask this how does he practice and no recite
But we know he write
That’s called hunger, let em sleep, slumber
I still do my lines with numbers in the middle
Which is a fraction
The fact is I’m the one you can’t match with
When the match stick it can only strike and go to Lyt
Hold 'em, hold 'em tight, that’s cuz Lyt the GOAT
Goat pole totem is gon' ignite
And it’s no way to diffuse this is slow the fright
We was on a few lists to show the whites
Even the FUSE list, so when the fuse lit, the show was tight like
I pose frozen for the look, the n***a with the coldest sight
Notice I seen them shady blood suckers who tried to IV us
But I see it, the idea was IKEA
They had us in that showroom hype
Oh yes, pourin' Moet for the poets making they show bets
It was so exciting
Get a glimpse though, I be damned if I be the pimp ho
They brought in foes with no info to show who right
Inside a house full of big n***as, I was the stick figure fit
Picked for the big picture who would show his height
Oh, did I glance at the mansion
I’m demanding shit like I’m the man
Like yo', this light, like yo', this Lyt
I brushed my shoulders like it’s nothing
If skill is a gene, well, my pants is the enhancement
I’m dancing. I had the whole world screaming "Go, go Lyt!"
Should I show boat? Oh no, this is no joke, sike
Damn he spit, I gotta show bro right
Slow mo’ so I run thru these promo bums, so yo’ da hobo type
I lined up every round perfectly, yoyo like
And they try to take away my win doe to Joe vote aight
I scream Yolo like it was fun making them n***as bounce
Every ounce of that was the Pogo, sike
But see I plan the shit, nobody hand me shit
I show my companionship for that show compensation
I swept through the show competition
Listen, shit, I showed the nice side of me
But that pride in me divided me to the main stage
Live to see if I’m the blower type
Total Slaughter, I blew it, n***a! SO WHAT?!
I say, fuck they applause, Spawn fit to my drawers
To show y’all they can’t control the Lyt
Industry like, “Look how he behaving!”
They don’t realize I get paid for that point shaving
Raven gave me 20 grand just to blow the fight
So while you lookin' at me like, “Yeah, you do stupid shit”
And you make low dollars
N***a, I make more then your whole child support paying
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
N***a, you rap like a n***a that’s dying to come out the closet
I rap like the yard bully
I specialize in dissecting these rappers
So fuck it, let's get to card pulling
N***a, you probably told Dizaster to swing on Math
Stop playing, n***a!
But in New York, Math was hot and you wanted out of that kitchen, I’m just saying, n***a
When the n***a is yo' man he could be dead wrong
Once you tell him he dead wrong if he’s still standing on it
As his man, you supposed to stand with him
But fuck punchlines, I holla’d at a n***a from Grape
He was mad as fuck
Told me this Daylyt character, embarrassing
They done had enough
Where you from and the way that you act
That shit ain’t addin' up
You make that purple look real soft, n***a; Lavender
Daylyt is a disease, a parasite, he’s hazardous
God, I gotta wake y’all up, it’s like y’all Lazarus
Two birds, silencers on 'em; that’s a pair of doves
One talk, the other repeat it, just like a Parrot does
Saint Louis n***a for real, I ain’t scary, cuz
I be at every one of your events clappin
But not like how a good parent does
Should I “Showtime” this n***a?
Two minute rounds, they ain’t book me for a long time
Fuck a preview, let’s let that beef brew, in 3D too
(So it’s Showtime!)
I ride up, hop up outta the whip, catch the fade, n***a
He ain’t saying nothing throwing up signs
This ain’t charades, n***a
Cops come, “That St. Louis n***a, he had a gauge with him”
Get locked, be out in a day; I’m like Blade, n***a
Blade the Vampire was out in the day, okay, come on, crowd
This Blade’ll be out in-to Day, okay, y’all woke now?!
I’m riding through his Robin Hood in red with that firewood
Kick in his door he hiding, I’m like, “Come up out that closet!”
Like Chris from Unbias should
Aye Verb vers’ Daylyt, see what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that bread
I come put blood in that mouth
[Round 2: Daylyt]
Biggest battle of my career, right?
Total Slaughter, I took a boo boo, so what?
I had everybody on that main stage like, “Did he shit?”
Yo yo, Mike, now I get to the stage, you hear that Diddy shit?
They saying, "You homo, Lyt"
Oh no, though Bro gon show yo' might
That spotlight I’m demanding
I’m just standing as Bruce Lee son
It’s just branding for my logo like
I know how to stay in the game
These n***as be getting subbed togos like
I continue to punch nuts, low blow like
Fucks try but wouldn’t dust I with a Van Damme and Bolo fight
The guns I cop Robo like fo’ blow
Give you eight golden rounds, and it’s not Rolo bites
You will be flat, low pro like
I told you I’m nice 'round here, n***a; the ‘fro grow right
Off top I’m buggin, you know it’s lice
Know that this pro is Otis, it’s so decise
Shoulders height, it’s not reachable unless you reachin', boo
Each of you gonna know this life
This a fo sho go, yo flow, I double lord, I got/god to/two win
I’ma show Sho’ who nice
For those who thinking I’m a clown, cool
Let me lay down these ground rules
This is something I call flow advice
Wait, hold it, the poll not even leaving the totem spiked
And your fans? They look at ya battles and say “All aboard!”
And it’s not a boat in sight
I’m barely heating up and they saying “chill!”
I guess when I get hot, I’m gon get cold as ice
Yo, despite the fact you bettin' you better than me
You better be tolerant to the hot shit, Verb
Cuz if you can’t hold the spice it could get hard for him
A sharp fight in this old star wars, you know the Yoda sight
Yo, the soda type, so be Slice, so be below the hype
Who’s bad? N***a better beat it before I throw ya mic
They like how does he complete such rhymes?
Sigh, hold up, told 'em the quote of life
Verb, you remember that BOLA night
Choke is slight, felt constricted, bow a bite
What, you surprised? Better revise
This animal ready for the ride, you know, the Noah flight
Better know 'em right
Plus I’ma lie where the cobra strikes
Ride whether the devote despite dolomite
For the cheddar, give dough to Lyt
Told 'em I get in gear when it's clutch time, the flow motorbike
You smell me? It’s cuz I’m the odor type
We sock heads, leave homie like
What’s up with all that extra lip? It ain’t Obie Trice

[Round 3: Aye Verb]
In the book of battle rap it reads, “In the presence of other straight men, thou shall not remove thou clothes
And yee shall not disrespect this culture with buffoonery”
We don’t need that, no
See, my problem with you Quill is, how you got in the game is
You cheated, I didn’t need that code
Hot bars kept me here, Verb, he’s that stove
Y’all threw the hunter vers’ the hunted, I didn’t need that bow
Take the word “read” and spin it backwards, he’s that role
Dear, all you Quill fans that think that he’s that cold
Watch how I catch this body, nah, fuck his body, his body I can’t gain from
Turn Shang Tsung, n***a, I need that soul
I seen this before, you one of them n***as that’ll get locked
And try to go in brave with that broad look
'Til they break your shoulder blades, give you that broad look
Quill will be getting that colon caved
You ain’t one of us motherfucka, cuz you go on stage and go behave for the same motherfuckers that sold the slaves
You battle in them white leagues for less pay
Get on stage and snap
Then come to yo own people
And do gimmicks and preserved out raps
See, this shit stops today, we must face the fact that
Daylyt’s savings is setting us back
On top of that, you a house n***a, clearly, I’m certain
If we was both picking cotton
I’d bend down cuz my back hurtin'
You the type a n***a that’ll wave his pick
And be like, “Boss, he ain’t workin'!”
See, I work hard for my people, I was raised to be a real n***a
Quill, how it feel being in the field with a real life field n***a?
Fam, it don’t bother you that 10 years now on cam
Yo' son gon see his daddy saying he will fuck another man?
Put yourself in his shoes, n***a? It’s gon' fuck with him
Cuz in his mind his daddy was a gangsta, some tough n***a
Don’t worry, Uncle Verb got him
I’ma hop in the truck with him
Hand him a strap and a dirty magazines
And tell him, “Lil boy, yo daddy was a fuck n***a”
Aye Verb vers’ Daylyt, see what the fuss is about?
Y’all say my name, they send that bread
I come put blood in they mouth

[Round 3: Daylyt]
Third round, what’s the cost n***a?
You just sit up here and said you would put my son in the truck and give him the .38… Just another lost n***a
Soon as they gave Verb his price for us to box in the spot
I spotted a box for you, the word is dice
Word, Verb, verbally you heard I’m nice
Don’t come around beef if you ain’t the burger type
Picture this, this where the picture switch; inverted sight
Deserted height, everything hot land, Verb the verdict bite
Snappin', I’m too ahead with this rappin'
Captain that double turban life
But think Chinese how we line up that box, you heard of Kites
In hurr they dykes
Bitch n***as say "Day, be cool! They be cool"
They baby food, softer than Gerber bites
Vice versa, Ice, I’m here to body, hearse him twice
You see the sign perfect
The signature crazy, baby, the cursive nice
Ain’t that right? But I be crazy, I work precise
I’m who they ship sell prevail the merchandise
A rack is my murking price, purpose
You get your ass kicked, but I put on the classics
Who get the lil G’s? Us, it’s not the birth of Christ
That’s for certain, every person know it’s nothing personal
You insert me in that ring
My power hour devour everything; that’s a Kirby sight
Verby, you heard me, your verses light versus Lyt
Talent versus might
This is when you lose, wait, I got a herbalife
I body through that split decision, surgic like
Urgent black urban like, give no fuck; I’m the virgin type
My mind fine, fine line, I rewind time
This the Prince Of Persia knife
Watch what you say, n***a! Call me a crab, word it right
You’ll hear a back shell
For the rest of your life, live a Hermit life
You the boss? I’m Bison, I’m Tyson
I’m riding on this pre driver, ride and get permit sliced
Make sure everything straight here if your perm it right
Kill you and stay right at the murder site
Minding my business sippin' my tea, you see this is Kermit like
N***a, I been selling dope since the beeper days
Before some of you bitch n***as had a phone
Before B Magic was with the blue side
We was trying to put blue magic on
What you know about being in St. Louis with all type of rocks?
Big Gerald like, “Yeah, son, leave that alone!”
I had a crack rock so big, Yung Ill tried to drag it home