[Round 1: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with
No matter how many of these fabricated lines he 'bout to say
It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh**
A lot of n***as got respect for Dizaster, I feel "f** you!"
Now play any of that tough guy sh**, it's in my contract to chill
But Dan Barz is gon' touch you
You use your height to tower over smaller opponents
You could do that to me, yeah, that's cool
But just tell me how does it feel to look down at a n***a that you look up to?
You see them punchlines and facial expressions
I started that
'02, '03 that was me, where y'all was at?
When Smack was building his brand, I was the biggest part of that
He brought you here to die, you gon finish where it started at
You see me and my n***as don't play right
We'll k** him and his broad in broad daylight
With the mask on, you won't know if it's T-Rex or Daylyt
I think I said that wrong, I said it wrong
Me and my n***as don't play right
We'll k** him and his broad in broad daylight
And make 'em strip naked on stage, Daylyt!
So when that toaster bang, he'll be laying in an open grave
Or his respirator will be looking like pro tools before the vocals laid
f** them bullsh** blogs
Ask anybody in New York City about my brother pop sh**
Them n***as they say be a** slapping be gat clapping
Whole bunch of guns his bag, he call it back packing
This n***a will swing on me?
Soon as that happen
He'll catch bullets with his teeth, Last Dragon
This man bad or damn fast I slow rem up
He stunt, I'm like a hoe on the side the way I broke 'em up
The 9 meter like tight sneakers, I'll choke 'em up
That can fly, soon as I land mine he blowing up
I grip the ba-retta, it'll rip his whole head off
That .44's as long as a Chilla Jones setup
My n***as don't let up so his crib getting wet up
We put silencers on guns for the n***as that won't shut up
Grown man bars, I speak reality rap
Cause it ain't a place in this world it ain't reality at
So f** right now, I'ma wait to get him after he rap
Just know that he gon get these bucks anyway it's like a salary cap
I said that wrong, I mean for real I speak reality rap
Cause it ain't a place in this world where it ain't reality at
So If he run I'll hit 'em in the back with the mac
Or play Dr. Suess and I'll shoot that cat in the hat
He talking fast, I off his a**, he get coffined, bagged
Body parts in different jars and his organs tagged
n***as die from a leg shot when that 40 blast
The way them bullets travel you'll think they got a boarding pa**
I promise I'll have all these n***as here dead with you
Street rules, wheelchair you, I can't stand you
So keep them cans near you, this is food for thought
You better break-fast once that arm lit (omelet)
You'll get your eggs scrambled
I'm coming to get you n***a it's just me
I'm on Diz street with this heat, yelling out "This beef!"
Diz creep, I make Diz sleep
Hit 'em with this heat think it's a cartoon til you find a bullet in Diz knee (Disney)
Listen here, that clip appear, he finish, yeah
This URL, he's trespa**ing, he got no business here
This p**y is made to get wet just like swimming gear
I wait til Diz appear, co*k it and make him disappear
I mean nobody wanna hear about this and that
And I'll aim this at that and a coffin you'll put Diz in that
n***a these Is grown man bars, no gimmick raps
You'll never win this match
You come here with that Dennis The Menace act
My job is getting work from papi, y'all
Selling grams to whoever as long as it ain't no cops involved
So me ever being a nurse, knock it off
But honestly I wish I was cause it would be easier for me
To get the prescription so I can knock them percs and them oxy's off
Ask about me, I used to move that raw
You know Dwyane Wayne's sister, you sniff her you in a Different World
And I never sat on no work, I used to move it all
Yo Dan I'm the man, I even sold Polly-grams, true or false?
What you think? These n***as think I'm not a proud father?
Like I wouldn't love to have a source of income
It's just the fact that the grams is 40 I got It for 38 and all the hustler's Is trying to get some
Every day I wake up and say "A job I'm gonna get one."
Cause I learned you gotta think outside the box when you trying to put a n***a in one
k** that sh** you talking in your rap
That only have you laying in that coffin on your back
With the forensics examining a portion of his hat
Cause that hammer that I clap is like the president
It's a .44 and it's black
Speaking of Obama he probably got mad when he was reelected and threw a punch
Couldn't handle it the next day at work and was throwing up his lunch
Well Bin Laden was the last Arab n***a that played tough
And he got k**ed by the US and US is getting k**ed by us
Nobody wanna hear about that sh** your dudes do All that gangsta sh** you be talking bout on the YouTube
You'll wake up by the doc in a machine goin "Oop! Oop!"
With your head wrapped, since you Arab that's something that you used to
Just cause this n***a language sound like *spit* that don't mean spit
That Mag will break him in half like when the screen's split
Mask and a knife like it's a scene out a Scream flick
With blood all over the place like it's a (?) print
Your crew ain't nothing your k**er guys
To be real Diz you wouldn't be a star in Jack Thriller eyes
See I'm leaving with this n***a dead
It's only round one, but
(THIS ni**a DEAD!)
[Round 1: Dizaster]
They brought the best out from the west out
And y'all better be glad that I'm happy today
Cause y'all don't wanna see that terrorist get let out
Cause if I snap on this stage and I decide to start airing Tec's outs
Y'all will be like Marge Simpson cause faces turn yellow, tops get blue (blew)
Then everybody in here (hair) get's stretched out
They told me to go over on Smack good just be true to who you just are
Don't go over there with some multi's that are sub par
And that's exactly why I showed up here with nothing but gun bars
I showed up to NY to cause nothing but a show riot
Brand new Glock in a box, I'm like a manager at Sea World if that's seal's broken I won't buy it
Bottle of water on stage, I'll set the four by it
Suppressor on the nose so when it explode it's so quiet
Have you ever seen a 500 from close range?
Guaranteed you won't try it
That'll have you losing weight outta nowhere, I call It that Norbes diet
First of all, f** Rex!
I came out to Smack so I can stack bread
I'm like an animal shelter I'm making sure all them cats in my staff fed
Look, if me and you scrap, Dan, I don't even need to clap lead
I got these two fist I nicknamed Bobby and Whitney
Cause when they get together they crack heads
Look, Rex, second of all, I roll with real gang bangers Rex
There ain't no denying, them k**ers riding with me4They stay on my side when the .380's are flying, you'll be like Whitney Houston
Cause in real life that Bodyguard can't save you from dying
But you already died before
0-Red already punched your face around like a bobble head
He sent you back to Harlem with your head chopped off
Missing both your arms and legs
It's like Valentine's Day The way you got put in a box with Red
I'm thinking if you here in one piece you a zombie
And this must be an episode of The Walking Dead
But hey, that's why I have so much hate for him
Cause he never dies, no matter how much the world see's the fake in 'em
It's like Rex is this cat that has 9 lives that are saving him
But this gon' be easy here cause 0-Red already done kilt like 8 of 'em
You wanna be a gangsta then let's pop your cherry
Oh you think I'm a fruit for saying that
Well you'll get your body buried (berry)
I'll beat this p**y up like the bulldog from Tom & Jerry
Let's get it cracking
Your whole squad is scary, y'all ain't ready for the type of Glocks we carry
I've have so many can's at the back of the car
The license plate will read "We just got married"
So if it's beef between us, I'm staying two steps ahead of time
Soon as I get that phone call I'm opening up my Men In Black weapon shrine
That long magazine's the extended kind, that steel clapping
Two twin baretta nines
I'm like Phil Jackson Before I stop I'ma let it ring at least like 11 times
In front of these rhymers I'm the livest one
And you can never take away from the many things that I have done
So whether I choose to k** you with the knife or gun
I fire once, you try to run, then all you hear is sirens
The paramedics and fire fighters come
And put a blanket over your f**ing head like Michael's son
And then they will put a blanket over your head, like Michael, SON
Rex don't think cause I rapped on Grind Time that I ain't with that drama
I'm a Arab, I'll show up to your crib with that llama
I mean I'm a Arab, I'll show up to your crib with that Llama
I'll k** your little a** sister and your little a** mama
And before I leave I set up a b**by trap for your b**h a** father
That sh** will look like the 3rd round between
Aye Verb and Hitman Holla
HOLLA
[Round 2: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with
No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon equal up to this real sh**
Dizaster, "I'ma bring fractures of tear gas til he collapse
And his wheel crash and he laying somewhere dead on his Acura air bag"
Face a** n***a
You think all of these street n***as wanna actually hear that?
Hell no, so f** it let's get back to this real rap
Your mans front they get blammed up, my camp tough
A n***a die an ugly d**h for thinking he handsome
Die an ugly d**h cause these bullets he getting handed some
Head shot blocking his face, I give his hand some
This real sh**, I'm not y'all, I be done shot y'all
Me, I let it ring in private, I'm like a blocked call
Me, I let it ring in private soon as my block call
He'll be the one that get picked soon as that block call
Dot Mob, my gang a problem
I'll rather be in the can like Alpo than be labeled like 'em
Dizaster, I k** everybody that hang around 'em
I'm ready to shoot a cab driver every time I think about 'em
He gon' snitch on who? I'm spraying heat
He'll find a n***a hand in the mail before he finger me
I don't play fair, I'm at the daycare, take his niece
Once he wanna bang with me, f** burgers, it's angus beef
That lead will clap, his head will crack, I bet him that
His heart will work, he'll be a veggie like a lettuce wrap
It's on sight wherever I catch him at
He in that coffin so relaxed, cause his feet is up and his head is back
Y'all know my lil' brother, I done brought up Shine since a pup
That just proves to y'all that I knew how to raise the K since I was young
We got gats on our waist, razors on our tongues
Tell me what you would do if you was raised up in the slums
Act crazy If you want, you'll be bleeding like a baby in your gut
When a slug from a .380 is in your lungs, chump
No joke, that fo' smoke like cigarettes, light it all day
I don't ever give that cig a rest, slugs Ilke hard surgery
It'll split his chest, this summer I make all them (autumn) fall My guns winter fresh
Ruger co*ked, move a notch, you'll be shot
Barrel on that .44 smoking like a hookah spot
Ill with that steel, I could show y'all how to use the Glock
My shooters is like Dashiki they don't know who to pop
I'm being real, I can't stand y'all
We could start hitting back and forth like hand ball
Bullets going inside this p**y like a tampon
He f**ing with a Dot Mob gorilla city landlord
I promise if I'm near (Nair) everything that I hear (hair) gone
He one of them n***as that act real when he drunk
And then wake up laying on the spare wheel in the trunk
Or he'll be bleeding cause there's some steel in his guts
When I get scared I spray til a n***a stink, I live like a skunk
I'm bout my bread, shotty coming out the leg
I could wet him from all angles like a shower head
Sister, cousin, mama dead
They'll be taking him out a hole to put him back in a hole On some Osama sh**
My Dot Mob n***as looked at me and said "C'mon Rex
You one of the legends that never retired
They should be treating you like a God Rex
I promise, one of these n***as play we gon' leave 'em all stretched
I bet you they gon' feel your wrath (giraffe) without the long neck."
I'm telling you dog when hammers get drawn
He'll be sprayed everywhere like a tanning salon
With that fit I get an a**ist when I'm handing it off
Cause he'll get a shot in the head when the hammers come off
This n***a Dizaster really feel like he tough right?
n***as like him never ever lived that tough life
You see I'm going with this n***a head
Y'all already know my slogan
(THIS ni**a DEAD)
But I ain't saying it in that way, I mean that Diz' n***a's dead
Whenever I tell them n***a's that the D's n***a's dead
f** it, we on our grind, he want it? We know it's crime
Vest on, .38 special and the whole 9
I'ma empty the .38 special then the whole nine
Caught 'em from two ways, entry wounds, both sides
Me, I usually keep the clip on, I'm like a bow tie
Anybody f** wit that dust, I got that work 5
I party on top of that water, I'm like a boat ride
See I'm leaving with this n***a head, I mean it this time
(THIS ni**a DEAD)
[Round 2: Dizaster]
This kid fricking s**s!
With his homies on the side always screamin "Zip Em Up!"
You're right, you are mad at taxi drivers cause every time he try to hail one at Times Square
My uncle never stops to pick you up
And even though I am the cab driver, he still couldn't see me coming
I'm coming up the block, oh he gonna see me gunning
Which makes sense, I'm a taxi driver cause I have this nina
You been dying to meet and you gon meet her (meter) running
So don't try to front on nobody
Rex don't try to front on nobody like you really buck with the shotty
You fat boy, clumsy and sloppy, you pudgy and floppy
Rex you so chubby that your stomach look like You got Buffie The Body's bu*t stuck to the f**ing front of your body
All you do is talk and babble, look I hate to say this Rex, pause
But you remind me of an*l s**, pause
You ain't nothing but a co*ky a**hole
You talk a lot of talk, but you ain't ready for squabbling Rambo
These fist are something that your arms can't handle
I'll break your jaw, I'll knock off enamel
So you better bring them cigs with you cause that's the only way you gonna box this camel
You not a dinosaur you march with cattle
I watched the discovery, you the softest mammal that's on the channel
A Randy often known for living in it's partners shadow
I'll body you, I don't even have to pull out my biggest box of ammo
Cause you friends with Nuborn in real life
That already means that you lost this battle
Rex, we all know you a p**y, why you always acting so damn hard?
How you gon show anybody grown man bars
When you look like a fat woman, a little black Roseanne Barr
How you been to war when you clearly don't have scars?
Plus you a T-Rex, we already know you have short a** arms
Look at life you ain't gon go that far
And if you ever make it to the top of the mountain
Well that's cause you and Mook the new Brokeback stars
He put your careers in line where your goals at
Had your whole road map like he had you in a low jack car
You said for Mook in the streets you would go Conan hard
Until Math pulled both of your f**ing hoe a** cards
Left him with a skull crack and a torn back scar
And you still didn't respond back
You like Kano's victim's from Mortal Kombat, you just don't have heart
Oh yeah, that sh** hard...
You said for Mook and Shine, this is one of your stupid lines, listen
You said for Mook and Shine you would run up and you'd use the nine
Well when Math did that sh** you ain't do sh**
What you waiting for it to happen like two more times?
That's how I know that you ain't cool
That's how I know that you ain't true
You always screaming you ain't a p**y and you ain't Mook
But if he always ride with you and he on the side with you
Then what does that make you?
See you ain't a loyal dude
Stop saying loyalty, you ride on your own
Stop punching your homies on the side
You probably getting violent and you hurting his bones, leave him alone
You ain't about loyalty, you ride on your own
He got like 20 non Dot Mob co*kroaches all stuffed up inside of his home
Tay Roc on the side starving like "I'm trying to eat Rex man, toss a brother a dinosaur bone."
Stop screaming loyalty over this rap sh**
You only want the lime light so you can shine on your own
Now that I think about it, it makes sense for you signing with Combs
Cause soon as your sh** go pop in the club you'll probably leave Shine/Shyne on his own
You wanted the spotlight, that's what the spotlight gets you
Carbines and Glock 9 pistols, a**ault rifles
Large mines and all type missiles
I'll have it to where it looking like bullets the size of Klondike's hit you
But I ain't gotta pop you I'm the type of guy that'll start a random bar fight with you
Act like I'ma spar, then pull out a sharp nice Ginsu
You throw a strong right, I dodge it, carve right into your heart
Make a sharp right, twist it around and break it off right in you
Your mans wanna ad-lib, they can all die with you
Get hogtied and tossed right into the back of a small size Hyundai rental
You try to branch out the trunk, I'll bonsai trim you
That laser beam on the Glock is so red when it hit you
I let you see the dot on your forehead like a cross eyed Hindu
Listen Rex, you too little to be screaming out demands
When I'm squeezing out the cans things get heated out the pan
Like an ice cream truck, all you see is arms reaching out the van
I'll fire off once, you'll be peeing out your pants
I'm a real Hitman, I delete you out my plans
Which means I pull a nina out and blam
And you gon hurl/Earl everywhere and leave without your hands
[Round 3: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with
No matter how many of them fabricated lines he says again
It ain't gon equal up to this real sh**
I wanna start this off like shout outs to Daylyt
The Dot, the Loc, my n***a, the strap
You and him was in a group together way before any of us even known he could rap
You told him to switch up his style, he rhyme like he on Smack
Look around you dumb maf**a where you think that you at?
That wasn't real love, what you was showing him's wack
He joined Dot Mob and now he battle all over the map
Call from all types of leagues that been throwing him stacks
And you ain't help your man with nothing, you was just holding him back
And I helped him do his motherf**ing thing
Call and ask him, I never asked him for a motherf**ing thing
And you grew up with him, ain't that a motherf**ing shame
How a n***a you think's your n***a could motherf**ing change
And I ain't do none of that for crowd reaction
That was to f** up his life
It's crazy what he just did to Day, I just brought to the light
You see I'm from that block that let that lead clap
It's on sight, his b**h should've thought before she said that
I shoot her, I Badu her, I get her head wrapped
Cocoon her, this cat will peel (caterpillar) motherf**ing head back
He dead Smack, he run, hit his ankle, til his legs snap
I'ma make sure he fry, Day (Friday) where Craig at?
If he live he gon take a hospital bed nap
Or It's gon look like they took his head out a bear trap
All of these new n***as that battle is f**ing weak
Ask Smack, I'm from that era where we had no preparation
And we battled in the middle of the street
Where a fight could've broke out and you was gripping on your heat
And if you said something personal you'll be picking up your teeth
Let me ask y'all something, this sh** don't seem kinda odd? URL had to be the biggest battle league by far
Every time they throw an event, sh** usually go fine
But soon as the event is a disaster is when they had Dizaster on the card
What? You thought you was gon spit that sh** and be strong here?
Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here
When I think about Dizaster, I don't think about a n***a like that
I think about my brothers coming home from jail and the PO's sending him back
Or a baby dying in a flood cause a ceiling collapsed
It seems like more of a disaster just hearing you rap
What? You thought you was gonna spit that sh** and be strong here?
Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here
When I think about a disaster I think about a n***a outside a movie theater, car loaded with guns
Dropping tear gas, when you come out he start popping sh** up
Or tragic d**h you gotta explain to a mom's about her son
"Instead they just bring a n***a that just rambling And screaming at the top of his lungs"
What? You thought you was gonna spit that sh** and be strong here?
Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here
Y'all heard of Sandy? Well I'm her brother Randy, I'm a lil' badder
I cut n***as lights out and leave em wet I bring disasters to Dizaster
My life is full of disasters too I show you what I'm about
Like I work at that same petting zoo he went to and brung them llamas out
Soon as he talking when I see him I let him fly out
His block will be just like a tsunami the way I wipe it out What? Y'all thought he was gon spit that sh** and be strong here?
Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here
n***as told me that Dizaster wanna fight, I said let him try
He gon be warned by this type of reign (rain) from a weather guy
I'm talking bout 9 11's or 11 9's
n***as running plane/plain in his building and start to let 'em fly
Put him in that Bronx hospital, he should feel right home at Lebanon
What? He thought he was gon spit that sh** and be strong here?
Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here
When you was getting kilt by Arcane, we saw it all over your face
Cause them dumb freestyles and that paper work ain't equal up and you had nothing to say
It seemed like you wanted to fight, but it won't be safe to try it today
That just show us that your career Is like a stopped up toilet
You start to overflow when sh** ain't going your way
Stop and chill, you not that ill, you'll be shot and k**ed
Better boogie man before I show 'em how a monster feel
I'm for real, think I'm a joke, I go upside his grill
I feed him the biscuit first like a Red Lobster meal
My b**h bumped into him
She said it was a few questions that Diz asked her
I said "If it was anything disrespectful baby I swear it's gon be a Diz-aster."
I'm gon' go get him then get his kids after I be sending n***as to his crib like a dispatcher
Soon as he run, we'll tie him up, b**h slap him
He can't run cause I put cheese on him like a Ritz cracker
You know I'm with Webb so he try to violate me
Then I'm coming with lead, no punchlines or metaphors I'm coming with lead
He can't hide I'm like the boogie man, I'm under his bed
Get your pistol, I send n***as to hit you
This fif' got length, these n***as could die with (width) you
I'm a blast from the past, I'm official
Me, I blast then past, get the a**ist too
He violate I bring some suits to his block
That move in suit to leave his suit in a box
My crew is the Dot's, we never have to go to the car to get them ratchets
We shoot on the spot
I said I'm leaving with this n***a head
Deep down inside he already know it
(THIS ni**a DEAD!)
EASY!
[Round 3: Dizaster]
Yo Mook, why you telling 'em they need rain coats right now?
Why you acting like such a f*ggot dude?
So I'm spitting up here, but y'all already know, that's what camels do
Aye, but hey look Rex, look Rex, you little p**y
You talked about the Arcane sh**, Vail remember the Arcane sh**?
I went to King Of The Dot, they got me for that thang
I was trying to get that necklace back cause I was exposing a fraudulent Arcane
But now that it happened, me and you got something in common that's the same cause, we both got robbed for our Dot chains
You supposed to be f**ing confident right now, why you twitching?
You supposed to be this tall enormous, all ferocious carnivorous
Dinosaur that grew up in a Harlem forest
But what you show us against Puffy
That you would s** his dick for as long Ciroc endorses
He gave him that long range top notch performance
p**n star bl**job before us
The way you gave Puffy that long neck, you ain't a T-Rex
You a f**ing Brontosaurus
He ain't a Bad Boy that's just his f**ing disguise
This maf**ers his heart's softer than Carl Thomas
So if he a bad boy, he just one of those guys
Black don't Rob people, he just s** Puffy nuts for the prize
Staring at Aye Verb up at the balcony up at the sky
It looked like you got Mased in the face cause you was hella lookin Puffy in the eyes
You be riding his dick, riding Diddy, he right back to his spot
DIddy was like "Try having this shot of this pineapple Ciroc."
And Rex was like "Nah, I don't want that."
He's like "What? I supplied that from the co*k."
And he was like "Mmm matter fact, I actually like that a lot."
Yo c'mon Diddy, f** it y'all getting mad now
I'ma switch it up cause I'm on f**ing Smack now
I'ma f**ing go crazy cause I'm finally on Smack now
And if he got a problem with it, Rex gon get Smacked down
This maf**er's talking about his lil' homie's 40 Glocc
But if I talk about sh** I own that's long metal arms like RoboCop
When we go to war, that's like Covert Ops, I'm loading up like 40 shots
And a fully automatic M4 with a customized fold in stock
I'm showing up to your local spot
And I'm turning it to a ma**acre at a donut shop
When I get to clappin' so many New Yorker cops
It'll look like I'm trying to take Christopher Donors spot
You guys think I would give a f** if you booed
Y'all already knew I won't stutter
Why would I feel bad? This crowd is so f**ing crazy
They'd probably boo their own mother
sh**, but I'ma snap back
You jacked the formula me and DNA was doing
You saw we was on the internet, that's how we gathered hype Cause we was getting mad views, we was living an active battle rapping life
It's f**ing funny how you started to book planes and started to travel flights
All it took was that one round with DNA
That's how you got back your stripesT
Well this is like the beginning of Jura**ic Park
Cause all you needed was a little bit of DNA to bring this T-Rex back to life
Your man K-Shine hermaphrodite
He be acting like he don't be puffin up at the traffic light
Hollering at the trannies like Eddie Murphy, b**h hurry up and hop on the back of this bike
And you know that sh**'s true rapping cause Mook's laughing
Is that you rapping? That's your crew snapping
Oh, I don't wanna get back at you dog cause you looking at me like some type of b**h
I heard about that sh**, you outside of Queen Of The Ring Fighting like a chick
Your man got the footage of it online and it exists
He was lifting up his shirt, he was biting him on his tits
Bite on his neck, bite on his head, bite on his leg, bite on his...
And I know y'all thinking because I'm dissing Sean now it doesn't apply to Rex
And It's on that irrelevant rhyming tip
But I only did that to show y'all it don't matter how many grown man bars or real lines you spit
You only as real as the motherf**ers that you riding with
They told me watch out for K-Shine cause he's a dick rider
So I went and looked him up online and that tranny sh** popped up
And I was like "Holy crap these guys weren't joking he's a dick rider."
I'm over here looking like I just had a shower
Of course y'a II gon be snapping I mean we been standing here for hours
We gotta do this, we gotta get it off now
f** you, you looking at me like you ain't know that you lost now
f** you, put your bottle of water down
Or that empty cup that drop now
I'll find some change I'll throw it in your cup at your bum a** now
It's over now I'm the extinction level event that be k**ing these raptors
History repeats itself, we just living it backwards
I ain't gotta pull out the next sentence for me to finish the answer
All you gotta do is flip through the history book, flip through the chapters
And you see that T-Rex gets k**ed by Dizaster