King of the Dot - Dizaster vs Cortez lyrics

[Round 1: CORTEZ] See I'm a force to be reckoned with By the way I'm reckless when I'm wrecking sh** You see I stress emphasis with penmanship That's how I gain my leverage quick, but you... See with you it seems like You want that acceptance from these set of Crips But honestly I don't think they respect yo sh** Why? Yo Day, this n***a ever let a TEC go rip? Cop work, step or whip to make it stretch or flip? b**h you ain't ever mess with sh** You wouldn't move work If ya name was Tsu Surf you couldn't mess with bricks Honestly but he wanna front to me like “Yo Cor real talk I'm on the block, I got that extra sh** That special whip” Oh word? Bless me then But I swear don't cross me, I can't buy bullsh** And if I do I'm a ex a diz (Exodus), wait a minute Cross, swear, bible, exodus, n***a… Realize who the f** you messin' with Which I brang the spirit of jihad to the exorcist Right now we in that scene where that neck get twist sh** I told you I'm a squeeze fo's, I reload and click I put a rip in that shirt, n***a that's cheap clothes In this battle you gettin' all stepped on like cheap blow But if he swing I dip and steal second; Pete Rose I told you don't try this sh** cuz I can try with wits To match anybody in their prime that spits b**h that goes for the Pun of '99 even the mind of Fif When he wrote Get Rich Or Die Tryin' and his life just switched Combined with the lines from 'Kiss …. Ahh f**, I f**ed up that line I'm sick, wait a minute, no… you know I ain't gon try ya sh** Let me see what it rhymes with Diz Wait … y'all wanna know what else rhymes with ummm… line with Diz? Uhhh.. I don't know but uhhh.. Low life sack pile of sh** crying b**h That wants to act like he freestyles like “I'm Diz, I don't write my sh**” Lies! n***a we ain't blind, we can all see you can't freestyle a lick But if you did then why them lines got lapped within time with Smith? That's preposterous, you could freestyle but why'd you stop and sh**? I mean that's why I get paid to jot my sh** like, like... It's Cortez, Murder Ave doggies, I got nines equipped On each side of hip by my thighs ready to ride so I So I fire quick, the toolie airing Like Charlie Chaplin movies; that's a silent clip I can size him quick, one pop that stomach's shot And sides get ripped, n***a you brag every f**ing battle And boost yourself up like you're the guy, “the sh**” You probably remove ya own rib just to s** ya own dick But honestly it's like I'm tired of these lies And recently with the rhymes you been on the decline And every line has dipped like the 9/11 United Airlines descent From when your stupid a** Arab cousins f**ed up Bin Laden's plans And couldn't fly his sh** But honestly, like silence, shhh! I got to have me the room They said unlimited against you? Nah I ain't stupid I got to have me some rules You tried exposing Arcane too but you still happened to lose? Oh I get it, you're a snitch and ya scared of doing time You're Sammy Da Bull Now let's talk about that battle, they took ya chain You tried to buy some time, you spazzing All erratic and dramatic Like a fiend who only had nine and couldn't buy him a dime Off one hit, woooh! I'm Diz I'm lit, yeahhh now I can write some rhymes Damn right it makes sense cuz if it's Arcane/our cane he's gonna buy some lines Scrap's a s**a but you actin' tougher I'll b**h slap the b**h out the b**h you came out of n***a that's ya mother! And I'm sorry that that f**ing old hag has to suffer But it's ironic, I could k** with personals But she gon still have to dig dirt ‘til ya casket's under So like I said, don't worry if I'm top tier, dummy It ain't gon matter LA, long as I keep getting this top tier money Bang bang… [Round 1: DIZASTER] Let's talk about the dough you cost us Pocohantas I'll be more than honest I heard he was asking for a lot of money for this battle Like he said, that top tier money he was trying to get over on us He had the nerve to tell King Of The Dot he deserved … 400 dollars You be clowning me like I don't freestyle Of course I freestyle b**h, heck no! You came all the way out here to battle on the Fresh Coast Dressed up like you dancing for techno I got a question Cortez tho… Where the f** did the other half of your vest go? Y'all see this sh**? This mothaf**er why would he even test? He thought he could do good if he crosses from East to West And all he had to do was to come here wearing Conceited's vest Shut the f** up you stupid s**er Now he's doing this and his hands are shaking just like his mother When I f** her, man I'm beating that p**y up, Daddy's home That's the song to the Usher, oh! When I release this heat I give your mother my holy dick That's a Jesus Piece, if it's a problem let's go then I'm the type of guy that'll hop out in a road jam like Popeye Anchor my arms and pop open that whole can That'll teach Murder Ave not to mess with the Zohan Oh, it's the abominable snowman This battle gon feel worst than squabbing with Conan After he learned Super Saiyan combos from Gohan And like Goro from Mortal Kombat he also has four hands, no! I ain't taking a loss here to no man You got murked by Conceited, oh you forgot that I know fam You got murdered by a SON (sun) then had a meltdown You frosty the snowman I walk up to the top of ya porch and walk through the door Grab ya little toddler by his throat glands And kick him down 12 steps like an alcoholic anonymous program But aye let's go slow then, let's slow it down Cuz I don't gotta let it blam man, his teeth is f**ed up He need to get a dental plan And someone tell him “CHILL!” I'll slap the sh** out of Gloria Estefan My bad homie, I almost hit you with the lefty hand better yet the right Man I'll let the f**in' sh** expand man, I get it crackin' I'll let it blam I was born with the cannon connected to my hand like MegaMan Yo yo you lettin' me go like he did The mechanism got a cooling system on it with an extra fan To co*k it back I gotta charge it, charge it, charge it Then I spark it just like MegaMan, I'm a boss on all levels Just like MegaMan, I put my enemies faces inside of boxes Just like MegaMan I got big balls when I shoot, like a fully charged up Megaman Then I charge it, charge it, charge it, and let it bam Get ya top covered in all metal just like Megaman Cortez doggie, stop trying to get wild I love how you did that impression right there That was the first time you sounded like yourself in awhile Cortez, I headlined in a f**ing event where you weren't even invited I mean what have you done? I mean who the f** are you kid? They had me in the streets of NY, I was all over the place like Whoo Kid Yeah, they had me headline an event, they never did that for you, kid I mean it's funny how you the apple farmer but I went to NY And took a bite out of the big apple before you did Marked out! Accepting this battle was your biggest mistake You're like a counterfeit bill, when I shine the light on you You get stripped for that water, mark I can tell whether you real or you fake Out here this is LA, this is where real k**ers hang Gorillas get ate, let me reiterate, now we drownded in your water Just like Crystal Lake, this b**h I f**ing incinerate Bodies get whipped up in a body submission Alternated these bars that I hit ‘em with are way beyond comprehension He's like a f**ing one arm retarded midget Trying to get in the ring and box with Riddick I mean this is like a small body Honda Civic Trying to horse around with a Maserati engine And next round I'm a bring it all back like Scottie Pippen [Round 2: Cortez] Congrats he freestyled, n***a… where do you go from here? I mean you beat Rex, you beat Canibus, n***a no one cares That's why with one line I can easily close careers Cuz when I snapback I'm a place caps that can fit over here No, snapback, caps, fit, over hair, n***a that's word play I told y'all today it'd be more than lyrics But I wouldn't kid around like abortion clinics b**h you are lost, a gimmick What you f**ing trying to be hard to impress me or what? Force an image? That gangsta act a have you M I A Cuz nobody's buying it like Dolphin tickets I told Smack, I told Organik and I'm a tell you Lush If y'all pay me right, sh** I'm rappin' real But if y'all let him act I'm a steal shots, no camera reel b**h I'm in yo hood but guess what, them tools, they ain't power drills We bustin' all night, til the morning after, I gotta peel (pill) Bust all night, morning, after, got a pill This is what happens when you battling a G who's bout it, real But I heard he in the streets, I said, “sh**, you got that work?” Let's meet on the first, but I got the scoop he's a family man So I'm a stick ‘em for the cheese and the work I get ya daughter tied up, so when I'm squeezing she murk But since y'all plan(t) to grow I just put ya seed in the dirt Wait a minute, speaking of dirt you called me an apple farmer last round And my feelings were hurt, but I guess since I'm from the rotten APPLE You'd think I'd be easy Pickens, and you plan(t) to pocket But I'm raising (RAISON) two pairs (PEARS) that can arrange (ORANGE) and bury (BERRY) you unless them GRAPES can SQUASH it That's nonsense, but now I'm in his crib with the metal 8 I round up, I heard you got the weight, I'm riled up I slide up, 9's bust, and took the keys from him like designated drivers I get ya side cut, heat fired, but that four piece can make ya sheep tail No bo peep so re(tire) before you end up with a slow leak Wait a minute, you must've thought I fell off or something n***a What possum? This the biggest threat You caught a n***a sleepin'? You right, on ya b**h's bed But as for that b**h, yeah she a groupie As for that b**h, you know, yeah she a groupie Babies be popping out her mouth like the Alien movie f** it, I'm airing a uzi til I get respect I keep banging, and keep bangin', and keep bangin', and keep bangin' Til that chrome jam and it disconnect I'm dishing to the silverware with no kitchen set b**h, ya inefficient you've missed a step Another guppy I got wrapped tight in his fish's net So now f** it I get him stretched, I'm ending ‘em all To get ya whole team homi'd when I sever (Sevah) ya dogs You push weight? Nah n***a you wait (weight) round like medicine balls With that shotty could spill guts like he tellin' it all Nah that was cool, I can better that bar But when I ang ya, think Jenga I'm a bring the block out and make everything fall [Round 2: Dizaster] Oh man I came to let your f**ing noose hang like Hussein Every other week you're with your Murder Ave crew gang And it's another f**ing color that you claim Colors constantly switching like mood rings, oh Is it the red or the yellow or the f**ing blue that you claim? Come to LA see nothing but telephone cords and dangling shoe strings Don't press me You'll swear we'll throw your kicks in the air quicker than Liu Kang sh** is too strange When you see Cortez become a f**ing victim on the food chain After a few swings from this bat, man I'm like Bruce Wayne Hey, he remind me of 2 Chainz, but when we grew up it's Wu-Tang He moved to Gucci Mane, me and him don't be moving the same You got signed to Universal, they couldn't even move you man If they can't then who can do it, sh** They gave you Kanye, The Roots, they push you to Lupe music Signed you under a huge label you still couldn't move 8 units I'm like, this is doomsday I'm the dude that murdered Canibus before you saw Cool J do it So pay homage student before I treat you like Texas music Grab the back of ya f**ing head with a blade and go screw face to it Don't think I got dudes from Baltimore the size of the dude Ray Lewis That'll shoot at ya toupee, put two blades thru it Hop out of a huge grey Buick letting the tool spray Blood on ya new J's, it's you baste in ya own Kool Aid fluid It's Murder Ave and I'm back again I have him feeling like he on Smack again Yeah, I latch on him, I come with that ratch' when I snap on him Treat him like parachute divers that's how I'm a put that straps on ‘em This little f**ing b**h, I'll f**ing straight jump on him He act like a a**hole, these fist like Hemorrhoids They'll leave him with lumps on ‘em Yeah, I already told you last time, you will die Don't fight with me motherf**er everyone in ya crew will cry Cuz I ain't fight fair I fire cans I'm like Iron Man I'm gonna let the steal fly and we gon' keep on getting crackin' That sh** gon get crazy, right? Now wait for this action No it's slow action, I put four thru the door of your Volkswagen I'll John Doe toe tag ‘em or soul clap him I'll leave him bleeding with his foot off the brake Sit on the front lawn and watch him car roll pa**ing This can be another Sandy disaster bring the weather forecast in There's hurricanes, more fast winds, you poke out ya Pinocchio I'll Bo Jackson ya little nose back in [Round 3: Cortez] I think they all know this the round When I'm gon roll out that hearse for you Straight to the point, round two, let's get personal Scarlett Pain, Scarlett Pain, that name ring a bell? When you dated a p**n star, but honestly ain't nothing wrong with that sh** besides the fact that every other n***a arched her back But I heard y'all had plenty things in common though I mean y'all made careers on the camera, y'all both receive lots of hype Y'all both sell yourself cheap, y'all both known for rockin' mics But on the real she got tired of this sh** and she split See he was heated, she was out s**in' dick He was beefing with his treats in But the way you called out Me, Hollow and Jin I know you learned a lot from us I swear I couldn't believe it Cuz you had more n***as in yo mouth than she did You starving n***a thirsty to get wins all ga**ed Ehhh… it was all indigestion, no, all gas indigestion No all ga**ed to digest who? Jin? n***a he ain't even poppin' bruh, and on the real why you feelin' (?) You blame Lush and GrindTime like “Cortez I can't capitalize Can you get me to battle Head ICE or any other black guy?” In '09 you said any other black guy And it's motives like that that give battle rap a black eye You thirsty for a race joke, goddamn get him help Cuz being that racist is a disaster within itself That's why I can't look at him I could look you in the eyes and tell you don't know struggle f**in' up the work with the wrong weight and it won't double Look at me son, this pop I bare (papa bear) won't hug you That's how I can look you in the eyes and tell you don't know struggle f**in' up the work with the wrong chef and it won't double Look at me son, this pop I bare (papa bear) won't hug you Over beans you'll get taken out this ring like divorce couples n***a f** you and ya goons, oh word y'all clap sh**? Well tell ya moms to s** my dick, f** the rap sh** And as for his pops, I heard he a G and he hold that tool He put his mom on the strip and made her sell that cooch For a prayer rug and Halaal food, sh** you get the slow neck too They come/cum off the top like your battle with No Can Do This yo clique? Get the fif', I hit the strip, two twins Born to a**ist b**h, Cliff and Chris It's ironic when I dump, you get the sh** Look, I'm forreal/Pharell I'm with the Clips(e) That'll have you and ya little b**h under covers like Mr. & Mrs. Smith [Verse 3: Dizaster] You said I don't roll with real goons, b**h you roll with goof troops Coming on stage with ya NASA f**ing moon boots I will k** you for those 2 views You just a little f**ing b**h I use for YouTube I'll scar you with large incisions; I'll take a sharp a** ninja star Then carve it into his cardio section blocking off all entrance of oxygen Thru ya vocal box, carve needle, drop within seconds, no The clocks ticking if I'm not high I'm always tripping I'll grab the sharpest object I can find from a Benihana kitchen And get the chopping til both of his legs and arms are missing Like Jeffrey Dahmer's victims I'll rob his crib and take his baby mama hostage with ‘em And make her sit there and watch me k** him While she's hogtied backwards in a frog position You f*ggots, told y'all to listen! Now I'm a take her vocal box and slit it With a Vega claw arm extension leave both they heads chopped off And they body's twitching Like they had Muhammad Ali syndrome all up in ‘em I'll show up to his block to get em, get his body injected with toxic venom If Cortez loves his bodyguard he can get bodied with ‘em Like Princess Diana's car collision I turn my back on this little b**h, I twist his cap and He get k**ed in the midst of action Get beat like you grew up with the Jacksons Side kicked ya hip then smashed it til you walk with a cane like Mr. Chaplin, let's get it cracking I'll run up on him and Men in Black ‘em That mean I'll pull out the metal strip and flash him That'll erase everything that happened after the Smith is blasting I will body Cortez and the clique that backs him Put his boys underneath his box like an Instagram picture caption He'll think this is funny, I don't see nobody with you laughing We could say f** this battle, let's get to scrapping Knuckle up, I'll start swinging at him like Jimmy Hatton I'll hit em with a spinning dragon kick to his chin til it spins Him backwards I'll f**ing clip him like a ninja a**a**in I'm not the type of cat you wanna interact with Interact with me and get ya head completely disattached So quickly that your body will start screaming for me to give it back The instant that it happens! I'm like the magician mixed with a little bit of Aladdin Cause I can snap my fingers and turn ya b**h into Jasmine She swallow my dick and…