King of the Dot - Dizaster Vs Chilla Jones lyrics

[Round 1- Dizaster] Now before I start today.... I'd like to say this to King Of The Dot From the bottom of my heart I'm sorry for what I did, I gotta make a lot of amends I'm sick of having to go online all the time and always pretend I'ma let you know now now That I wanna put the past behind us and I wanna be friends So the first thing I do when I see Math I'm gonna walk up Extend my arm out and then...I'ma say "Sorry" to him And as soon as he lets his guard down I'm gonna sock him again Talking about I set him up to get jumped by a bunch of Crips What kinda f**-ery is this? Last time I checked a s**er punch wasn't when someone begged you to snuff 'em in their sh** "Do it, do it, do it," So I snuffed him in his sh** And y'all from New York still pissed off Cool, that's what you motherf**ers get For going your whole life calling me the genie from Aladdin And now you wanna get mad when I finally snap and grant a motherf**er his wish And then fire marshal Organik they said A normal punishment is not enough we need to ban him instead A whole year pa**ed and my f**ing events are not getting no more bread Gee golly wiz I just feel like I just shot myself in the leg Today's a new type of Dizaster No Arabic rap, no terrorist attacks I ain't gon' talk about letting bombs off cause he's from Boston He's probably still sensitive to that On paper this match-up is a big clash His a** gonna get skin graphed This whole battle is a mismatch f** a battle, you can get stabbed with a switch blade Or split your windpipe with a pickax I'll put a 7 inch gap where your wrist at You'll get your wrist slashed with a Bic I'll pull this sh** back, ill put a big gash on your chinstrap Then grab your little b**h a** and put zigzags in your head like Riff Raff f** your pen game your pen's trash Acting like I'm the hater Hating on what? How you gonna roll with a group of Raiders Then put one in my Blazer And throw me in the Laker Or let me bring it back around I can do it with one more greater If you survive you go from the lakes straight to the ER What's that? Laker... You told Math you've faced more pins then Hellraiser.... Pins...pens... I'm trying to comprehend your style I think I really get it now What you're trying to say is if I'm getting into a fight with somebody Instead of just pinning him down I can simply just pen him to the ground And he's been doing this stupid sh** forever The day I was smoking a blunt by him a little mini one He was like "Yo what's up? Let me hit that penner." "A penner? What you mean? It's called a pinner." He like, "A pen, a pen pin, whatever...." You said I'm too emotional You got not enough emotion You don't bring heart to the scene You're just a lifeless emotionless robotic machine It's the same sh** with you f*ggots in all of your schemes I'll hit you with two nines like some guy that plays for some f**ing football team Yo and that's the things with these dumb guys And what they sometimes miss You only got one style you can do punchlines with You need to have some variety stop being so one dimensional Let your punchlines mix You need to, shake it up and down, move it around Do stuff like this Cause if you were a fighter The only move in the ring you'd be able to do is punch like this And I can't even compare you to a fighter You too soft core with your writtens You have no direct attacks to your opponents no KO's no submissions It's just a bunch of reaches and stretches To all the metaphors that you're spitting So if punchlines were like fighting moves Yours would be like yoga possessions The other day I was watching you and you said You hard bodied dude who keeps metal in the hood like Doctor Doom I instantly hit my f**ing computer monitor with a sonic boom And sent it flying halfway across the room I hope you got your little f**ing gay a** Boston goons My homies brought them choppers through The sweeper always got a different body on it every time you see it like a Hogwarts broom They say the type of bars you use are evidence of a smarter youth you lying That's not the truth You've got no proof You're another Dr. Seuss I'll lay ya down flat surround by doctor suites I'll have your father in all black like a SWAT recruit I'll be in your apartment with your b**h knocking boots While we watching Roots! I'll have her in a military position What's that?? That's a army troop! Then I switch her around and do her Doggy Style What's that? That's a song from Snoop! The style I'm doing right now, what's it making me wanna do? It's making me wanna puke f**ing little f*ggot come here let me talk to you The Mossberg will blow your f**ing body in two The shotty will body you Shotty will have your mind falling off of your body And have your brain hanging off of you like Krang When he's hoping outta his body suite You don't think I can do what you doing, who you guessing? I'm a true legend this ain't not type of Charlie Clips what type of room guessing I'll hit your block and teach you how to put these squares into place Call this a Rubik's Cube lesson Try a new profession I'm like Vin Diesel when its Pitch Black I can sense any type of movement detected Even with no eyesight I'll annihilate your whole entire crew within seconds I'm knocking the lights out inside of your room In your dining room at 2AM wearing a Bio-luminescent Iron Man style suite armed with a bio nuclear weapon You try to move or fire a tool, goodbye it go "boom!" You wake up on the other side of the room With a fireman crew fighting fire from two directions Trying to rescue you from dying Along with a whole entire group of Celtics But they end up getting trapped and dying with you Trying to get through the entrance Underneath a sign that says "In case of a fire use the exits" There's 6 million ways to die so just choose your method I can fight you with moves from Tekken or I can use the Wesson Cause I keep the steel reserved in case I have to hit you with this long can I call this rifle a deuce 11 f**ing S.O.N.S groupie Worships the Sons loosely Looks at Conceited like he's Bruce Lee The first time he ever heard a bar from QP He's like "Oooweee who's he?" And he's from Boston and if you're from Boston One thing you do is stretch your gay a** accent and hang on every word And only three things you have to show for is Larry Bird, Larry Bird and Larry Bird! f** outta here [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Yo, rest in peace to PH! Cause what his fam' going through has to be Hell So I donated online and a portion of my check, from this battle as well It got me thinking, what happened with you and Math Could of been another battle rap tragedy felt But what happened to fair fights? You don't scrap for yourself? He couldn't handle Hoffa solo Made Krack City help And then they protected the p**y like a chastity belt But lets talk about this Ca**idy L.. What even made you deserving? Y'all smell that? It's humble pie, I hope you ready for this serving Y'all seen Me versus Day Bar for bar who Diz' serving? I'm Magic in LA Y'all thinking that Diz Earvin? The nerve 8 days prep, who doubt me in the clutch? I put in work n***a, that's something about me you can trust You work with FilmOn Where the owner and host, steal your shine It's like you ain't allowed to get a buzz, think about it... That's what happens when you working with a Alki and a Lush Now look how he's getting crushed All cause you like to play villain How you lose the title, then act entitled? Like spoiled ingrate children I wouldn't been surprised if you asked Organik for 8 million I would of cut that dick head off cause Ca**' straight k**ed him I got a brilliant idea Diz' You should stalk Drizzy less, he's busy Stop calling him at night when you get depressed And calm down, the way you rap in a tizzy It make me really stressed I feel he flow too fast Is it dizziness or is Diz' E. Ness? I don't know But keeping testing Surf and Calicoe Till that heat wave and they four blaze you You would die from a tsunami That landslide would be more fatal, fam' in trouble Because before losing to Verb, Cor' played you I understand a lose to Tez but you should of Torn Ado Ya, they know, that was predictable still My mind deadly though My lines very cold and they rewind heavy bro You better spit every multi and combine every flow Don't put the 1 next to a 0 like binary code They said my NOME 3 battle, vers' DNA made the Earth depressed Fun Fact: You have less views on your NOME 3 battle versus Rex I could burst a Tec make you a Headline when I surf the net Nike, I should Just Do It but you ain't worth the check I deserve respect cause I'm nice the flow ill They said I might lose Cause he's a bi-polar psycho the type with no chill But have y'all ever seen me battle? Who else writes with Jones sk**? Check the links brother I got the blueprint for the body, I'm Michael Scofield! You so real But NYB got you shook homie Your spots blown The Math threats kept your door locked with 4 clocked chrome To the east coast, you p**y That's how this poor twats known So if we scrapped, would he bring Watts in/Watson? Well that's a sure lock homes/Sherlock Holmes It's elementary So f**, who this pus' sidin' (Poseidon) wit in water trying to see/sea god he tied didn't he? Lyrically I could of let him prosper but tonight I'm extra proper Let's get the bag popping like Redenbacher My Warriors, on point with them tre's like Stephen shot ya It'll be 50, cent/sent if I'm gone off of that Effen Vodka, potna And honestly I can't name a bar he spit in every battle Trying to freestyle sounding like Charlie Clips Sorry Diz ain't not squashing what you sparked Eric took everything that you said about Boston from the heart So you like a Ted I can't stand talking to a Mark You might'a battled dude's who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of two rounds like these Boston! [Round 2: Dizaster] Yo, f**ing fell asleep during that f**ing b**h a** round, yo. Speaking of f**ing Mark Wahlberg He wants to defend Boston cool, Celtics still s**ing on dick Tell Pete his favorite basketball team ain't sh** Yo, every f**ing time your city starts fading away on the map and becoming a myth There goes your boy Mark Wahlberg dropping another movie to remind everyone you exist f**ing...naw but seriously you guys are a great city And you home of some of the world's greats But your also home to Benzino's birth place so that cancels out everything that I just said in the first place Yeah bro, you got riders in the spot Yeah I'm pretty sure it's people are dying on your block Especially when it takes 48 years for a f*ggot like Benzino to finally get shot! Yo... Yo, I can come up with a Chilla Jones scheme, where ever, when ever! When the soda can pop! You won't have a Fan to see (fantasy) me hopping out the RV for the cola I'll leave you in ICU, next to a Doctor....Pepper My little girlfriend's f**ing dog can do better You think I'm playing? Not at all, see when I hide his ball Sometimes he climbs on the side of the wall and pulls it off of the top of the dresser And I don't give a f** what you guys think, to me, that's a lot more clever You think you could only come with name flips a bunch of (na), name flips cause you're one of S.O.N.S.'s clones Well I got name flips for your name too I got plenty Jones, I got just as many Jones In LA, I'm Kobe, I'll replace you, (make the),make you play the bench for me, you Eddie Jones I stutter when I do your style because it's unnatural and wack What happened to you cats? It's like you have no character on the track It's like every single one of you lack a human soul This ain't the scene that I used to know It's like a bunch of f**ing pilots flying in cruise control We got people like you, who are over here now After all we did you should know We was more loyal to the soil when the views were low But you wouldn't know nothing about the past Cause you showed up all the way in the future bro And showed up way later to pick the fruits of our labor after we gave it the fuel it needed so it could bloom and grow And that's something that this little f**ing new kid should know You know, do you really know that we was living life growing up on camera not knowing we inside of a movie role? Our lives were like the real life Truman Show What do you...What do you f**ing know? Trying to say I'm hyper but I got more lines than you You the coke addict You f**ing need to focus on metaphors that'll cause more damage Your sh** got holes in it like torn fabric It's easy to see through your (min),mind games and your war tactics When I know you're from Boston but when you talk you have a fake a** New York accent He got one foot in music, one in battling Which either or he has no chance in You've got no manager, no album on the road cracking Your're not on tours traveling You book your own battles So what good is going around the world bragging about having dope tracks? When the point is to excel at both crafts like Bo Jackson? Knowing you, it won't happened Got your hand on the side of your face cause you're a little b**h I should ho-smack him Yeah, you got no pa**ion, everything your generation considers dope rapping To me is predictable and old fashion When the 4's clapping Your f**ing revolver was never chrome Magnum you just never evolved from a Cro-Magnon Me and you.. Bolt pa**ed him in a f**ing Porsche laughing Me and you, there's no matching It's like comparing a Rolls Royce or a Ghost Phantom To a f**ing four door, year old, f**ing sports wagon, made from Volkswagen Yeah, you already know that it's closed caption I toe tag em', I give em' the truth, I give em the business Here for little f**ing shady a** dudes like Daylyt to witness Yeah.. Stay tight, aim for the stay night I think about it, I look at the page but it stays blank white Cause when you really struggling and you know you going through a struggle you can't write Too many snakes around me in plain sight Everywhere I go it's a snake bite Who need enemies when you have fake a** friends, like Daylyt, yeah.. Talking bout' he donated to PH, what you know about PH bro? What you really know? Every night I think about Swave's pain as he suffers People don't know On the west coast, we love PH like no other Man, I use to talk to him on the phone for hours We used to really relate to each other Man, PH was unique, he never hated on people, discriminated cause of their race or their color Yo, Lush even knows Whenever he came to the Bay you guy's stayed with each other Look at me Nick Look at me Nick, you know PH is our brother Even when the east hated our guts he never changed like a s**er Him and Swave were the only ones who kept it real with us, out of all of those fake motherf**ers And that's what makes this sh** tougher Cause God always has to take away the real ones and leave us with these gay motherf**ers! What you know.. Travelling back to my roots I lost my grandmother, my grandmother died, I don't wanna f**ing rhyme I must'a cried like a f**ing hundred times Thinking about how I feel so crushed inside And you know I used to not believe in God But think about it A person like me on the f**ing ground with his hands like he wants to touch the sky Talking 'bout I'll rip up my scientific study guide Cause I know there's another side What you know about it b**h, what you really f**ing know? Yeah, what you know 'bout life? Life's too short to take loved ones for granted If you f**ing love somebody any one of your family members Go home right now hug em' as hard as you can and tell them you love em Because dammit One time you might wake up the next day and never get the chance sh**, this sh** f**ed me up in the head Ayo, and you already know that I'm snapping You already know that I'm snapping The only reason I stuttered is because when it's real sh** you can't really focus on rapping And that's the f**ing truth I only.. I only came over...I'ma be straight forward... I only came over to give this game's face a makeover You say you got pen game, well this is game over I'll knock your lights out I'm the arcade owner f**ing.. f**ing.. f**ing.. f**ing beating me today gonna be harder than tryin' to get the little Asian guy from Hangover to go for the whole day sober Case closed I'm on one I said.. I'm back and I'm On One And I'm on one but not like an Aubrey song, son nah I'm on one like I'm on one like Nas when he created God's Son Son of God.. Son of God.. Son of God...like Kanye before they brainwashed him and he got shunned I'm a son of God like DMX before he got spun I'm on one like 2Pac the night he got shot riding shotgun That's the type of on one That's the type of on one that I'm on Cause it's seemed lost with sight To what matters to us all The money brainwashed us and kept us all dumb And forced ya to believe you live in a world where your worthless unless you got some But all the money in the world couldn't buy you a set of balls if you ain't got none Everyone want a Bugatti, f** a Ferrari I don't want one I don't need a Maserati either I'm happy riding in a two-seater Honda In the front seat of a f**ing Honda shotgun cause the Mossberg is all I need on me to get the job done He left us in the place where the corporate laws, all scum Along with the Hammurabi off spring that they spawned from They get rich off of your lack of knowledge and they stacking they pockets While they fattening they wallets and they feed you the small crumbs And you out here battle rapping distracting us Til' the economy crashes on us And every single one of us that's here is forced to make up for the lost funds Yeah, but I'm the wrong one to try to steal gwap from Rampage on city hall, I'm gonna catch a big body like Marv Won TAR-21 with the large drum, arson, tossing molotov bottles of Vodka and Napalm from Scotch Rum Plus I'm Arab so you know I got some from Saddam's son And you guessed right, it's a bomb and I named it Boston Cause I set it up at the front line and I just let the clock run BOOM! I said... BOOM! Boom, your whole blocks done and the ones that survived are just laying there playing dead All you heard was a pause um... Playing dead like in a Possum Shut the f** up you little b**h! [Round 2- Chilla Jones] I seen him talking online like "You heard that matchup Dizaster got? It's Chilla Jones, he's deadly in small rooms and his raps is hot." So you need more space to work like a astronaut That must slim your chances cause all of them never thought ya had a shot, so stop Y'all wanna know what rhythms with "Weak dude with multisyllabics?" "He's cool but mostly a f*ggot" His whole style is preschool and overly average On Facebook people in three groups had posted a status They said a match up with these two is suppose to be cla**ic But how's that? I mean y'all really like that sh**? Y'all really think it's difficult to write that sh**? Well watch this Every battle I win they say I ain't the winner It make 'em bitter, he's a basic spitter a straight beginner This is Satan vs Satan's sitter Graffiti versus paint and glitter I've been insane since the chain was Benders and Arcane was the main contender Y'all know what happens when he doesn't take his steroids? His face gets thinner And in a week his frame is slimmer than Caitlyn Jenner's Your b**h sent me naked pictures of her making dinner Waist was thicker than a Snickers and I love how that apron fit her Remember that night? It was steak and sh** salad and bacon bits Scalops wrapped in bacon strips cake and chips With a lemonade pitcher that'll chase the liquor When she vacated left you home And said if you leave take the kids or pay the sitter The next day she came home to wake up with ya You tried to break up with her like, "Don't leave babe I ain't a quitter." So she ended up staying with ya But came home the next day and said I hate this n***a I texted her like, "Shorty don't be like that.... Cause Diz' miss you." But it's only a matter of time fore she dismiss you Oh you mad? Go ahead and swing My man said if Diz' miss you, dis missile getting fired You better hope that Diz' miss you what's the issue? Homie you can get the knife if you want it I run up on you from the side Get to slicing and cutting Intestines drop every organ inside of you plummet But he ain't nervous Till' he felling bu*terfly's in his stomach Keep it a hundred You got a problem with d** You need to pa** the pipe Could tell by how this male function he ain't acting right Please react to everything he rap tonight Cause if y'all are silent when this Busta Rhymes that's When Dizaster/Disaster Strikes Don't gas the hype The future on the card Think Terrell, the Miller be on this big b**h back So think Cheryl Then watch his wig tear from big barrels All you hear is a "pop" from the crowd mid round like Big Gerald Yes sir! Pro said, "Take Diz'. We don't got no other options." I heard what Dizzy Wright/write, I said, I'll hops in/Hopsin Y'all said he's top ten? Well I don't get it Y'all say he's a legend, that's too much credit Cause I would give him an L then take his ends if we bet it So his status as a legend would forever be alleged You're pathetic Only jumped on the card cause you want attention Now Jones in for the hit, it's like a drug addiction What gun you gripping? f**ing fiction Y'all think he ride blocks? Y'all think he'll do a bid for possession? When will the lies stop? You got me looking down on the game it's like a Skybox You wouldn't face time for the arm rocking and eye watch Writer's Bloque Losing is nothing I'ma fear I'm none of these top tiers who ain't done enough in years Coming unprepared all because he doesn't f**ing care Yeah, the kingpin in this b**h That's why you losing now against Mr. Jump The Top Tier From The Proving Grounds Boss Town!