Ha ha
Yo
Yo, I rip mics
24-7, 365 days
Treat rhymes like bullets and leave your hollow heads drained
(What's my name?)
Don't play dumb
Y'all have to know me
D-Sisive's to 2000 like 80s to Bon Jovi
(Battle in)
I'mma keep rapping until I get rushed
Damn, the last promoters still owe me a 1000 bucks
(Where were you?)
Everybody claims they have my back
But they all dashed after the first beer bottle smashed
(I rhyme tight)
We be getting props from left to right
Guns 'n' Roses lookalike and still could k** the mic
Groupies
I'm not s**y
Why you wanna do me?
I ain't got loot but I will shoot a p**no movie
MCs kickin' on this whole damn planet
Canada's answer to Maestro going platinum
(An outcast?)
I don't get why you hate my for?
Want me to drop the mic and buy you a brand new skateboard
(Eat a dick!)
You dissed me when you heard I wasn't from the projects
Now everybody wants me like Elian Gonzalez
(So beware)
Hardcore rappers put the rifles away
Coz even with the guns I make you shakier than Michael J.
He's ill
He's whack
He's sick
He's phat
He's nerdy
He's trash
He's this
He's that
He sounds like (What's his name?)
Didn't he diss them?
Yup
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Now, I don't walk around talkin' 'bout murdering my girlfriend
Or raping 12 year olds and hoping that the world would ends
Or taking d** or hatin' my fans and my sermons
(b**h)
I don't know cuz I can't relate to it
So why all you b**h critics comparing me to it
Calling me wannabe
Trying to make me look stupid
Dissin' pop singers?
Dude, I introduced it
Battle raps in Canada?
Dude, I am the nucleus
Since '96 I make rappers look stupid
Even some of the rappers that rap with in my crew
(Wee!)
Enough is enough and it's clock for a change
My trigger finger's itchy
And I'm takin' my aim
E-mailin' me, sayin' I'm sold out as an MC
All I'm selling out is Sam's and HMV
Tracks and CD
DJ's gonna play me
Like Kardinal I'm hustlin' till police wanna rape me
I know y'all hate me
So if you got nothing good to say say it loud
Y'all haters ain't gonna phase me
Cuz D-Sisive be k**ing more game
Than duck-hunters on Nintendo touching the screen for their aim
He's ill
He's whack
He's sick
He's phat
He's nerdy
He's trash
He's this
He's that
He sounds like (What's his name?)
Didn't he diss them?
Yup (uh huh)
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
I don't diss, I only tell the truth
(That's true)
But people take it personal when it's about them
And I'm bringing the proof
So my advice to you performers
Make as many best friends as you can
Especially news reporters
Cuz if a dope rapper has the balls to diss you
Tell your best friend to diss him in the next issue
Then even out the reasons why the dope rapper dissed you
Call him jealous and make him feel like the bigger b**h
(True!)
And make sure the news reaches the continent
That's just the wonderful world of politics
It's funny, how that writer forgot to print
That the crowd went wild
After D-Sisive ripped that sh**
So realize
And while you all impose the art
I'm blowing up
You're falling off like Owen Hart
"Yo, D-Sisive is it true ...
Hey D, why do you keep saying that stuff
Blah blah blah
blah blah blah"
He's ill
He's whack
He's sick
He's phat
He's nerdy
He's trash
He's this
He's that
He sounds like (What's his name?)
Didn't he diss them?
Yup (uh huh)
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
[x2]
"blah blah blah"
"Me I don't have that problem. Me, I always say."