Dizaster - Dizaster vs Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Aye Verb] Okay fans, out of the gate let's get one thing straight In my eyes Diz' is not a great, he's out of place, out of date Sloppy, lyrically out of shape I'm muddy water, he fresh water, a pond, a lake The reason that you failed in URL Cause you couldn't reel your street n***as in Cause you didn't have nothing on them lines Translation: he don't got the bait Let's not debate, he's distant, type to send a missile and hide his face I'm different, vicious, vindictive, this Saddam verse Jeffrey Dahmer case Me and you have nothing in common, comma, wait Cause when I spit, n***as body's shake, I send opponents souls outer space When you go, the crowd be like "Ugh! f**!" n***a yo bars give n***as that same feel as when the condom break Morphine injection, before I chop up my patients I make sure they in a common state Cause words I throw can get surgical...it's time for doctor operate Preshow, every time I land in Cali I expect a certain vibe Purple skies, different vibes, n***as lying, b**hes, "hi!" Getting high, whipping rides I never get to drive You bring extra sh** around dickhead? You getting circumcised Extra sh** around dick head, you getting...nevermind Tonight I'ma k** you, but I am gon send you out in sstyle I just need to know, what's your shirt, your size, turban and purple tie What you want? Box with little Arabic inserts inside? You want ya hearse covered in Slurpee signs, what? I don't f** with this n***a, I been waiting to k** him for a long time I hope y'all know my slogan, when it's go time it's SHOWTIME! This the part of the movie when the k**ing starts What you nerds ain't ever seen New Jack City before? I ride up on a llama, gripping a llama, Diz' who I'm asking for Boom box playing flute music snakes come out the baskets for Let rip with one arm, spray y'all ba*tards Back the llama up and it's the same sh** in reverse Like spelling "radar" backwards You out of control you on some sh** You got you a little bodies but none of them bodies is nothing like me I'm in the [?] right now, I'm good standing, never on my knee I knock him out, go like "this" and scream y'all sh** That's "KOTD!" [Round 1: Dizaster] All them Arabic jokes you keep on saying gon' get your a** shot I will take that black girl you brought with you And I'ma leave her with a smashed twat I'ma hit that sh** from the back and I'ma make her a** pop She said f**ing you like being in a plane crash Not because I'm Arab, but because I destroyed her little black box This guy came up here looking like an LL Cool J fan I mean scratch that, he came up here looking like the Kool Aid Man How the f** you gonna tell me that this motherf**er is top tier? When he literally looks like he broke through the walls when he got here Last time you came to the Bay They remember you for letting the blicker spray And bullets ricocheting and hitting Swift McVeigh But tonight you showed up looking like a b**h today I mean normally you have them curls plain But tonight you rocking them in a different way Ladies and gentlemen it's the man that's about to audition for Kid N' Play You literally look like Kid and Play Get the f** out of my face you black Nick Lachey What was that sh** about circumcising? This motherf**er's such a b**h when the doctor went to circumcise him He said, "Nah I ain't gonna do that sh** Cause I don't wanna damage all the nerves inside him I have never seen such a perfect hymen." Verb is such a f**ing b**h He won't go out to the club unless his hurr/hair is shinging And so one day he said, "f** it I'ma go with my sh** nappy. Wearing the same shirt that I'm in" I wanna be like boys for once, I'm sick of the person I've been For the first time in God knows how long, he finally made up his mind then The inner girl inside him said, "Verb, grab the curling iron" He went to perm it, suddenly heard some sirens Got nervous and accidentally burned his eyelids You need to watch out where you swinging that thing You could've been permanently blinded I mean you could say the curling iron damn near permafried him Anyways, later on that day I went to the club and searched for Verb to find him Soon as I got up front he was right there, perfect timing Except I couldn't recognize him At first cause he looked like a different person without a purse beside him Verb is such a b**h, f** a record label, he wants Tory Burch to sign him You live in a world where happiness means Instant gratification from the purchases of worthless items From you gold iPhone cases Them rims on the whip you currently driving That jacket, that j**elry, that shirt, those diamonds How do you expect to advance any further rhyming When every pair of Jordan's come out Your only concern in life is to be the first that buys them? Your wants and needs in life is your enemies You're gonna get murdered by them What happened to real men? Nah, what happened to men? Men are not supposed to stand in front of the mirror Trying to be like girls and look perfect like them p**y! [Round 2: Aye Verb] I heard Diz' gal was a freak and she in love with brothers She said she f** with n***as cause our dicks bigger And we don't f** with rubbers Flew into St. Louis to kick it with me, you know, get her drunk to f** her Hit a couple spots, got her slopped After every 4 bars she scream "WHOOO!" like the crowd in this motherf**er See how I did that Diz? That's called being composed like a veteran's suppose See in this room you good as gold But lyrically you can't match what I compose So on the lens I'm in control, this how it goes Motherf**er you're a worker, Lush tell you when to dig a hole I'm a boss, I just tell my n***as put you in one, sh** I just pick the hole Big difference, no gimmick, this clip is volcanic Straight from Canada, it's Organik How I can snipe anybody in the body from any face on the planet Soon as I get the call, "Verb, get to war, can him" Knock a patch out him size of a whiffle ball Shoot him from what you call, Kansas Every shot I throw I pull a different card, Gambit Y'all Mayweather? He stay dinner, this flow will put him on the canvas Dammit, y'all ain't catch it? The flow? The canvas? That's the same sh** I give you motherf**ers a show, I don't just be saying sh** A k**er in this league, I wreck sh**, like a mad train I get 50 when I'm hot and get 30 in a bad game I don't give a f** about yo damn name or your campaign You just here for me to punch on So Dizaster and Everlast the same sh**, just a bag name I'm all up in yo' house wearing you out First round was the murder, second rounds the funeral Third round is the burial, pick your pallbearers out [Round 2: Dizaster] You called yourself a boss, bro, save that sh** trick Cause bosses don't get chased in parking lots like b**hes Oh yeah, the sight of that watching it would've been beautiful You was supposed to squab the dude, I mean it's just a fight bro What could they possibly do to you? That sh** was supposed to be a fight, until you turned it into a chase Just like every other f**ing Washington Mutual And the funny thing is he got away before they stomped his a** I mean there's footage of this sh** online, they put this mark on blast And when they told him, you know how he responded back? He said, "Derrty, I wasn't running I was just walking fast." You're a f**ing joke to us Verb, you're gonna clap who? You pack tools? Let me guess, you're gonna blast me too And then activate the strap by backing it up with some gay a** f**ing dance move Well if you got them cannons did you bring them over here with you? I mean you went through customs at the airport Surely you had to go through some issues I mean did they at least pull you over and strip you? No? Nothing? You just walked through the f**ing metal detector and they didn't even notice them with you? See what I think is, you're a f*g who raps about guns But you don't hold no credentials But in Oakland we all know this that's why we don't hold it against you We know you a hoe Verb, you already know why we booked you For them "clever metaphors that you spit" This is California b**h We don't wanna hear about the wars that you been through b**h I got so many a**ault rifles in my storage unit I could afford to throw you a pistol See what you doing is trying to go to war with a pitbull When your core is built like a 4 year old Shih Tzu So I'ma roll up into ya studio while your homies are recording with you And K.O. you so f**ing hard that the force that hits you Will feel like an Ethiopian Cobra kissed you And everybody in this Oakland venue Gon' witness me sliding morphing into Yoshimitsu When I hold you up and slit ya throat with a broken Ginsu And keep poking so many holes up in ya thick skull That moment that I swing the sword against you I'ma galge in a circular motion and keep poking into ya solar plexus Til I deform your organ tissue and leave you On the corner of the table folded like a f**ing order menu [Round 3: Aye Verb] See hip hop has us brainwashed That it's a negative to have education or accomplishments Cause consumers praise, guns, murder and d**, you know that kind of sh** Seems like I can keep it real with you people, you know be honest with Well if I wasn't s god damn good looking And my rap career wasn't promising I would've finished honors college and been a psychologist Now the first thing you learn in these studies is common sense Whatever your patient appears to be, he's the opposite So if you would've came to my office to have a talk and sit I would've opened your file, had a coffee sip, glanced at it And an*lyze you in seconds, this one's easy, this sh** is obvious Big bad Arabic terrorist who takes pictures posing with loaded weapons Wow, that's unexpected, n***a stop jeffin' Cause I can read through your perception persona and dissect it I really think you are from the hood, just not respected And you scared, you want protection, being scared brings out aggression From my perspective, you want people to think That you out here riding reckless in that direction When the conclusion is, you were messed with Your real parents probably treated you like a step kid Your sister was probably the first woman you had s** with Hit depression, became aggressive The movie GI Joe you became obsessed with Started to set trip Started taking pictures holding choppers like you gon' wet sh** But my guess is, nah...nah, you ain't hard b**h, you harmless You just got a fascination with weapons you ain't gon' wreck sh** You just collect sh** Now for my next trick, all that wild sh** sound good But you trying too hard Diz', n***a I could read your childhood n***a yo daddy probably was a king somewhere, y'all own oil and gold You probably grew up in a palace like I'm Coming To America Except Eddie had lions and tigers, you had goats and ghosts Like any teenager you start tripping with dad and start stressing on him That's when he decided to teach you a lesson And show you life in its lesser form That's when he moved you to the hood in LA Awww sh**, you street now, you think you got it going on Til he transferred you to an all black school back in 1992 While the war of Desert Storm was going on So every day you probably got picked on "Let's jump him, that's an Iraqi" bullies you had to adapt with You had to learn to do something black quick You tried shooting baskets but you couldn't read a back pick And got laughed at and that's when you tried this rap sh** See hip hop started with the black kids It was our rhythm that boom/clap sh**, our pa**ion But when Eminem started spazzing it certified that the white boys had sh** I'm only speaking facts, let me ask them, nah I'm ask him Name for me one rapper that's ma**ive with your look or your people's accent There ain't none, you wasting your time, you moving backwards A common job for y'all is engineering go do that sh** You not authentic, you manufactured This just an act that you just practice and mastered From our actions to the weed smoke to the tats Our hip hop, you jacked it And threw it on like it's a jack just for fashion Give it back Diz', unsnap it or I'ma snatch it Bar for bar, you average, your pen game dirty Won't let no foreigners run hip hop, b**h Jin ain't work So how you figure you got the opportunity to be the next soon to be? C'mon Diz', you ain't fooling me, the whole thing is just buffoonery You been battling for 14 years, you missed your time it's too late, truancy Be honest with yourself Not to mention, when we speaking, it's confidential When we talking it just you and me Today I seen emotion coming up out of you I mean we making progression But my time is over lil' homie, Lush, send in my next session [Round 3: Dizaster] Give us he rap sh** back, he wants the jacket back That whole f**ing concept is lame Every other black dude I meet these days is Barack, Jamaal, Hussein So if I cna't f**ing rap then why don't you guys give us back our names? How 'bout this? Let me know how I can spit a track Tell Farrakhan to give me my f**ing religion back You wanna talk sh** about my dad? About my dad? Let's talk some personal sh** about yours, know all this is true Right Verb, your pop took off when you were 2 And you put that in songs so people feel sorry for you But your dad was young when he accidentally had you And he took off in the blue And I know that part of him is wrong as a father to do But I don't blame him cause if I had a son like Aye Verb I would've took off on him too I'm just saying, but that sh** pisses me off, right? Don't talk about my dad The f** do we say about your father? Your father won a gold Oscar for being New Jersey's #1 home robber As soon as your mother turned 4 years old She got pulled over in a stolen Accord And the po's caught her with coke on her That was the last time you and your pops both saw her Those are your role models, my uncles are stock brokers Your uncles are broke stockers b**h I got the bloodline of a war monger My sh** bates back to known martyrs You go the bloodline of a Mississippi poor farmer You not expected to go far in life When your forefathers were floor moppers And your mother would sell crack to her own daughter Just so she can make a littl emore dough off her, b**h! Stupid mark, where the f** have you been? If you were smart you would've kept it moving I'm a human consuming shark, body parts get chewed in I'm ripping these dudes apart, what you contribute to the movement? What's your influential part? You ain't nothing but a music chart pursuing pop culture artist that's ruining the art I'll rip you and everybody in the lou' apart I'll leave the St. Louis arc in ruins After I post up and hit it with a supercharge Hadoken f** a Don Demarco, when I rap all you hear is a sound from space Like "pssst. We have a problem Houston." I'm over your head like LA smog pollution This is life of a lost angel, my problems don't got solutions No happy endings like Vietnam ma**euses I use my fists cause talking's useless f** a philosophy, I'm not Confucius You hadn me this book and tell me to read it Then I'll beat you with it repeatedly til you develop large contusions Go into a coma and wake up talking like a graduated college student I'll gnaw your arm off you, start to puncture you with sharper tools than pharmaceutical needles doctors use to inject kids at hospital ICU's with You get chalked out like the top part of a pool stick And get found underneath the water at the bottom of a pool With oxygen removed quick from your esophagus You ain't popping no tools b**h Your squad never do sh** I'm KRS, you Jay-Z, all you ever did was copy my Blueprint You wanna do what Verb? I advise you not to do it Stay positioned, call my army or the swat hostage unit This ain't the part of the story where the bomb diffuses And the FBI wins cause Osama loses, no This is the part of the script where the bomb goes off Sending a spark thorugh an open box of fuses That's fused to a fuselage fueled by rocket fuel b**h I'm not human, I'm a toxic mutant A cross between Mirko Cro Cop on embalming fluid With...with...another Mrko Cro Cop when I'm bombing fluid You get socked out 'til your eyeballs get unscrewed ANd your eye sockets get glued onto my two fists I'll stomp you like this was 1942 When you were caught being Jewish walking through unit I'll toss you in the air and slam you on a large body Buick Lay you down on the gorund of your living room And Mortal Kombat stomp you through it Until you're laying on the floor of your bottom apartment unit b**h, this the Bay p**y! Well keep doing your Thug Life And banging your heat 'til your chapstick drops You should quit rapping, you're more known for them funny a** f*ggot blogs You're like a black Daniel Tosh, you're like an African Asher Roth All that gum flapping about ya guns clapping has to stop You URL rappers yap a lot, but f** rapping In real life this is what would happen if he even threatened to blast a shot I'll look at him with that poker face, right Then I rapidly pull out a dagger and stab you in so many random spots I'll send your a** into an anaphylactic shock You try to pull that strap then I smack him And snatch that Glock out of your hand And twist it and clap you with it before you even have a chance to talk Chaz just stop, you don't wanna shadowbox Catastrophic effects I have on cats who cross me Get smacked and tossed, dragged across a bathtub And acid washed until his body matter turns into apple sauce f*ggot, you ain't sh** to me You little p**y, I'm the best in the world So after this you ain't nothing but a b**h Starving for attention like my ex girl I'll put Aye Verb's face in a box; S Curl Hold on, hold on, I don't think I even prepared a finisher So I'ma come with a rhyme style that could hair diminish her This guy right here would rather Sit there in the heat and bare the temperature He'd rather spend all his money on hair conditioner Then repair his air conditioner This guy would rather trade his liver than see his hair get thinner He has reoccurring nightmares of being chased by a giant pair of scissors Razor blades and trimmers, hairless wizards The only reason we in the Bay cause he wouldn't dare stop foot in LA cause he scared of the Clippers