King of the Dot - Dizaster vs DNA (2016) lyrics

[Round 1: DNA] Right now I am like, "Finally... After five long years, Bashir is spending time with me Through all the "time flies loud" and me saying "something something" I enjoyed our rivalry You swung on Math, I never knew you saying, "I dare you" could make a man act violently So if you have any anger issues Dizaster, you can tell me privately After he s**er punched Math He was like, "Aw, f**. I can't wait to put this in my diary He asked me to do it so I did it. Technically he invited me." Well if you wanna punch just punch, if not I'ma feel like you trying me You begged for Iron then you lost to Iron, the irony I can get him murdered for half the price Squeeze the ratchet twice And D's will give 'em tips, that's Shaq advice Beretta blow, it'll snatch his life You never know, when the Mag's in sight So I just let it go like the pa**ive type I get hype with the steel, get his casket right Plus I got a license to k**, that's Gladys Knight You swing on me, I'ma weave and give him half the knife Cause I ain't trying to bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme) When Disaster Strike But you let Alki David put up $100,000 in a battle you lost in To an industry rapper How can you rap and be a legend? You got destroyed so badly in that battle I had to come to L.A. and do my Ca**idy impression "Dizaster I k**ed you dawg, no I really k**ed you dawg Shut the f** up dawg I was sipping Belaire getting sick and I think I scared you Cause you swung on Math and not me and I double dogged dared you And that battle dawg you was straight trash and I recycled bars I k**ed you with sh** from my 2008 bag And still think you wearing a Drake mask So I'm just waiting for you Lil' Wayne and Nicki to skate past." But enough jokes, let the machine blast If he leave fast, five will make 'em stand still, freeze tag I'm dumping the mil', let three blast So if you see son with the steel, it ain't Steve Nash How you been watching every game and he ain't the best in the league, Pa**? Get him a League Pa** 'fore I make you and everyone in his league pa** You vers' Ca**idy, we thought you'd smoke him like he's trash But as Diz' continued (discontinued), we all seen it was a dream Ca**' (Dreamcast) You know they discontinued Dreamcasts? Let 'em come play You brag about beating Gjonaj, that's sh** I never would say You lost to Arcane, Cortez, Pat Stay, that's where the evidence lays So your soldier ain't the same facing veterans day Ain't y'all two n***as fight? Right? Right before Total Slaughter? Cause he decided to go on Math's side and got tight cause 'Lyt set in And then y'all staged a fake fight with fake blood hoping that n***as on my side dead it? You was scared to come to New York Cause if you was there you would've known your life ended I mean he pretended to be dizzy after seeing where Lyt headed Now I'm back to these bars like I skipped probation If his clique go aiming then disco blazing Your n***as tried to hide til you see the fifth go waving But once I showed the (shoulder) pop they told me where Diz' located And now we dislocated, you think the mystery opponent is a disadvantage But you better with general bars This is actually to Diz' advantage I discovered you don't do well with people discolored And I can freestyle so I ain't gon' bring Diz' comfort (discomfort) I don't care who Diz' infect I'ma clean 'em up, disinfect A lot of y'all disagreeing til you see Diz connect A lot of people dislike what Diz' likes So when you hear a Diz' bar you question how Diz' said it And instead of giving Diz' credit we discredit I will disa**emble, anything Diz' a**emble then give Diz' a ray I'm disloyal but loyal to them Grapes cause those are them n***as who Diz' obey So if Diz' play then I'ma Diz' play on making this the worst disappearance And the only thing y'all n***as gon' see after this battle is a Diz' appearance (disappearance) n***a you tried to act tough, and I was there when you spit in front of Eurgh I mean I watched the sh** It was me, Charlie Clips, Arsonal in the hotel lobby While your man was acting like he was in a karate flick He was like, "DNA, he owes me 60 pounds And if I don't get my money, then I'ma start to hit on him this way I mean I'ma a calculated bully. So I decided I'ma pick on him this way." Started practicing, shadow boxing like, "I'ma kick on him this way And if I still don't get my money then, pssst, I'ma spit on him this way." You're not tough Diz' you're just bi-polar You swear that you the dopest and you the hottest The reason you ask for a mystery opponent is cause your a** can't stay on topic One minute you spitting rapidly, then you wanna battle happily Then you wanna battle Canibus, then you wanna battle Math, then you wanna battle Ca**idy It's like "I'm Diz' I start whiling in it, I'm freestyling with it But your brain can't calculate how your brain and your mind is moving a thousand miles per minute." Like, one part of his mind is like, "f** DNA." The other part of his mind is like, " We got 4 million views together. I love DNA." Then the other side of his brain is like, "Drake was there and gave us 15 hundred So I wanna hug DNA I know he's cool with Math and Cortez so I don't trust DNA I kinda hate this guy He mix up words like "macklemare" and "blank screen" I wanna erase this guy." I wish I could be Quinton Miller and if I could I would Drake this guy I hate this guy." It's round one it's getting hot in here, L.A. y'all know my slogan (Get him the f** outta here) Hell no, get this dude that s**s the f** outta here Get you swinging on Math and that jump the f** outta here You spitting on Eur', thinking that's tough the f** outta here I mean, I thought we was friends but you might try me, get this dude I don't trust the f** outta here [Round 1: Dizaster] Look, congratulations b**h, you just won a blind date with a terrorist And what I'm 'bout to say don't take this as arrogance Cause I didn't know who they paired me with and I'm okay with it Cause I was raised Arabic, I'm used to meeting all my b**hes through arranged marriages When I set up this battle, my request is that I don't know the name that I'm getting You know me, I like my opponents like my Saudi Arabian women I want their face to be hidden But when the veil's lifted and the lights come on I'm like Lebron But when them lights is off, I'm like Jean Claude when he lost his vision and his sight was gone Cause even though I'm at a disadvantage against all night, this fight's still on I walked into this like a Bloodsport, not knowing who I was firing upon But I'm like Mr. Miyagi cause I'm so strong I can catch a body on the fly wearing a blindfold on Damn I'm too good for him At first I thought it was Caustic, turns out I was wrong Figured it would be you dawg since you're used to sticking your giant nose where it doesn't belong But no I got you instead, DNA When the f** are you gonna stop battling? Don't you listen to any f**ing feedback that you get? f**ing, twitching for a match up, f**ing 'bout to relapse for a hit He needs rap for a fix You really need to f**ing stop Dina f**ing, if you don't get clean after this you gon' be the first battle rapper to get sent to rehab for this sh** Imagine him, "Hi, my name is DNA. I don't do d** But I probably should quit battling because I do it too much." Are you f**ing stupid or what? How many battles could someone do in a month? Every day I go on my computer and a new battle from you on youtube is up Titled under, "DNA versus...who gives a f**." It's like trying to get an opponent for you is a constant struggle Like doing the f**ing Carlton shuffle with carpal tunnel You Michael J. Fox don't got arms to scuffle You just a square trying to box with words you a crossword puzzle Of course you deserve to be anonymous, they should put you in a dark little bubble They took your face off the flier cause having your face on it would be a waste like a Versace buckle Which makes sense cause I don't gotta waste/waist lines at all to son/sun you You can't get nobody above you cause you been a ghost your whole life But you know what that's like, "DNA, everywhere I go I got my mic I battle with him, I battle with them, I battle with everybody, I battle with my friends." Yo, that was the worst impression of me that I've ever heard f**ing word f**ing weirdo, now that it's you I have to devise a new game plan Cause I'm battling a dude with a f**ing IQ of a f**ing Geicko caveman Where the f** did you find this strange man? Yo I bet you and Michael Strahan have the same type of DNA strands f**ing, bunch of f**ing losers It's the same sh** with all of these dumb f**s "Ayo I throw a four leaf clover in the sky. What's that? That means your luck's up I got a Mario shroom on the block. What's that? That mean it's 1 up I get green for the gra** and the roots? What's that?" That doesn't mean nothing shut the f** up! Honestly, seeing you here is a bit surprising Not because you the one they picked because I barely recognized him He looks a little different without K-Shine standing there like a little b**h beside him I f**ing need some oxygen I can't think right f**ing, flipping my sh** and I'm freestyling Yo, you look like 50 Cent mixed with Tyson And you look like 50 Tyson! Just a fake a** rapper from the f**ing east side that gave birth to a bunch of f**ing breed of wiggers A bunch of f**ing kids who now think cool to be some k**ers Got kids like Charron walking around now thinking it's cool to keep the blicker "Yo, yo, yo I'm a Grape Street Cripper." You see the sh** online and mention it and they think you're bitter I guess a 140 characters online ain't enough to say some real sh** on Twitter I guess it's the way of our thinking differs Since you dumber than me I'ma have to scoop down to your level so help you see the picture Ayo, you in denial/the Nile like the Egypt river See these Benz/bends got you thinking that you an experienced swimmer You dove in head first but the current sea turning you into thirsty drinkers I give you fresh substance straight from the spring delivered But you'd rather leech off of these f**ing schemes of fillers Just stuck to the same old recycled f**ing TV dinners You got nothing in your scene, it's nothing but a bunch of f**ing fake a** dudes talking about they squeeze the trigger That's why you can't find a decent spitter in your city since the last time you seen Big Tigger And guess what, hip hop is dead where you from Your infrastructure is completely withered It's nothing left but a f**ing generation of PG steppers That look like they were manufactured from the same 3D printer You went from Talib Kweli to popping the ninas on the block with the heaters In the same old f**ing monotone garbage a** sequence You were our forefathers, now you the f**ing reason why the art is depleting Yo, every time someone spits a stop, pause or repeat it It makes me want to f**ing stomp out Conceited Yo, cause he ain't nothing, he ain't no real lyricist Yo, he's the average f**ing pyramid scheme that you come by I see you reaching up high and try to be at the top of the food chain with the elite alumni But weak genes never mix with the secret bloodlines The closest you get to the top of the food chain Is making some blood sacrifices, I'm talking about losing at least a left eye So when you leave here you will only be able to see from one side Yeah, I'll f**ing stab you with this pen in your head So I can carve every single punchline And leave our initials carved between your chumps eyes So when the ink becomes dry, you look like DC Young Fly Yo you f**ing p**y, your mom is an autistic b**h, what you think we forgot it? Your mother is r-r-r-r-r-retarded! Of course I'm gonna bring up a slick comment In fact you can almost depend on it This Christmas I'm buying your mother a brand new wheelchair with 20 inch rims on it f**ing have a little LCD screen built with windchill wipers equipped on it So when she speaks it automatically turns on and wipes the spit off it Yo, ain't sh** y'all can tell me This is west coast, home of Snoop Dogg, 2Pac, Makaveli You're from the f**ing home of Donald Trump and Martin Shkreli Ain't sh** y'all can say to us Cause we gave you sh** like NWA and Kurupt And you gave us Ma$e and Puff You're famous for taking it in the bu*t f**ing, DMX I could probably book him for a bag of angle dust and 80 bucks f**ing, seen KRS-One hanging out at the bus stop the other day 'bout to take a bus Then a homeless dude walked by him and threw some change in his cup