Dizaster - Locksmith vs Dizaster lyrics

[Round 1: Locksmith] Now see I got this gal of mine, born and raised in Palestine And she said your style of rhyme is like a f**ing phallic sign All you do is shout and whine Then you shaved your facial hair to look less Arab and more like a f*g that does gay ads in mags for Calvin Klein He's like a child a mine so contemplate the attack of criticism And you do is kick wack sh** but spit it rapid To compensate for your lack of lyricism And what's even worse about your shadiness You take premeditated pauses to make it seem like what you say is spontaneous "Ayo, ayo, filler line, filler line" Who the f** you think you fooling we all know you k**ing time And no disrespect Lush-y but Salman Rushdie can't touch me I'm so ill I took this n***a to Chicken And Waffles and he tried to order some spinach falafel and a goat milk slushie "Oh motherf** me!" That's what you thinking as you sinking You so ashamed of your race you be telling white b**hes that you half Puerto Rican What the f** is you thinking? My flow is so meticulous How could you ever doubt me Cousin Balki, don't be ridiculous [Round 1: Dizaster] Goddamn, I gotta wipe the spit off my face, f**ing camel Alright check it out, what are you half Persian half black, check it out Lock-med Ayo, you can use a knife to cut this the thickness of the air's density to measure this room's level of intensity They say, "Diz' who's more Arabic, you or Lock?" I said, "Who gives a f** just let it be." Cause just for accepting this battle you're clearly more of a suicide bomber than I'll ever be Ayo check it out, f** the Loch Ness that's just a forgotten myth that's lost in the sea You don't wanna argue with D b**h I grew up doing home invasions so getting by a Lock was never a problem for me Plus I'm a co*ky MC that will unlock your mother's twat and use my co*k as a key Homie, your sh** been f**ing with me so homie I'ma let you know He wanted to treat us all on Grind Time like we down here and he's on his own pedestal When all you done is promos like a h*mo so technically you're a promo-s**ual Listen Lock, with that 16 you kicked at Battle Of The Bay 3 you need to fall back Cause people were screaming like it was all that But the hardest part of your verses when he described in detail what you're gonna do to another man's ba**sack Ayo listen, you ain't a legend, you're whole life you've been getting served and murdered son You wanna start the concept of The New Bay cause this f*ggot is not accepted in the current one Y'all should've sent me to MTV I would've never embarra**ed The Bay fam' Unlike this idiot trying to say he got jerked in front of the building like a lame fan Talking about "someone pa** me an umbrella I think it's gonna rain man." [Round 2: Locksmith] You're a h*mo and my rap style is ugly All my battles is promo cause none of these motherf**ers is worthy to judge me I would stone this f**er, this clone's a buster Looking like Gaddafi, f** his own homeless mother minus the Trojan rubber And gave birth to a Lebanese version of a turban coked up trucker I own this f**er, another not so hot ho from Morocco with my flow You gots to stop bro, it's like Farrakhan vers' a Jew from Lebanon And my flow is the Gestapo Tell him it's not so I gotta battle this damn fool and act this damn cruel Every time I call Sprint I gotta talk to one of your cousins in Istanbul See this man's cruel, just a bunch of f*gs that wanna mate and date with each other Plus your eyebrows look like two caterpillars running away from each other I'm raping this f**er, got your head up your who*e's bush Your metaphor's need more push The only good thing you ever did was throw your shoe at George Bush Cause you just an abused genie I be stroking your wife while you be opium pipe choking from spite Playing The Freaks Come Out At Night by Whoudini I put a price on your head like a foreign bounty So you and your boring townies can go the f** back to Orange County [Round 2: Dizaster] Ayo listen Lock you shouldn't even bother He dissed Istanbul and Palestine, good job dawg you dissed your own father Check it out see, your attempts to discredit me would have hurt me If they weren't coming from a f*ggot a** straight A student who graduated from UC Berkeley See that's why your gangsta cover up act don't pay Here we were thinking Lock was on the block letting the straps all spray When really this f*ggot was in cla** all day Ayo f** your pre-structured pathetic bars You can never be a Fresh Coast leader or ghetto star Not when you're the number one high school speaker for the Don't Smoke Weed seminars Too bad you can't buy street credibility with E-A Ski's credit card Oh my God I think I just murdered you with eleven bars See, growing up him and Left were BFF's they were both so intertwined And like the other low life piece of sh** you ditched him and went solo to shine So how the f** are we gon' respect your group as The Frontline when he clearly left one of your soldiers behind? See I spit those hurricanes, ma**acres and twisters I'm a disaster on the Richter You don't wanna battle with me mister I feel like I'm battling the last existing picture of a younger teenage f*ggot Little Richard But you're in debt to E-A Ski, don't lie you know it's true You're like the vowels of the alphabet cause every time you see him you're like, "E-A I O U" [Round 3: Locksmith] Somebody's been Googling me but it's all good I'm sure you got a whole lot of computers, check it out Can y'all bare with me for a second? I say Dizaster, Dizaster, oh b**h a** Dizaster You're a man of many flows but of none are you a master You say that you a m**m but to me you are a calfer Cause you walk on hot coals and you pray to Zoroaster I knew you was a ba*tard when you appeared in my scope And I can tell you was a b**h I heard the fear in your throat I said "As-salamu alaykum" but it was weird when you spoke Cause he was like, "liekamum laiskaum makum" Look n***a I didn't know if you was talking or clearing your throat This queer is a joke, get f**ing slumped and red When you wake up you gon' feel like you got a f**ing Pumpkinhead Now you dumb found dead (Dumbfoundead) cause the best I be (I.B.) after this F.L.O You'll feel so awkward (Okwerdz) you'll need me to direct (Drect) you to the E.X.I.-T Yes I see, you get murdered in moderation And f** the nonsense let's get back to the conversation He said, "Lock, how about you and I fly to Dubai?" My reply was, "Dude, why?" He said, "Cause all the dude's bi." I said, "f** you dude. Bye." Look at this dude's eyes he knew that I would have to win Cause those dark circles look like he was in a suba diving accident [Round 3: Dizaster] See Locksmith always black balls himself like he's on some hot sh** This ain't Hov, this ain't Young Jeezy, this ain't Lil' Weezy...this is Locksmith Ayo c'mon dawg, ayo listen, f** the bullsh** Yo, just to get comfortable playing E.A. Sports you gotta- check it out I f**ed the fu*k UP Man, god damn.. {Chokes and the battle ends}