Organik - Dizaster vs Gjonaj lyrics

[Round 1: Gjonaj] I said it's a heavy burden to bear When the whole world knows you're next up I compare it to telling someone manic depressive to get up Because it's not as tough as writing a set-up On how you got set up I'll kick his corpse, no remorse, this sh** is gift-wrapped I'm on his porch, Trojan Horse; this sh** is gift-trapped Oh, now you get it? I mean, how specific can I possibly get when I only got about a minute? Tell Lux I don't need coffins I'm a cannibal, I don't just k**, I feed off it That was in poor taste, let's cut to the chase, I'm a cold k**er Here to shed light using no filler I had to take dog out back and shoot him Since he ain't sh** but an old yeller! Now how many of you caught that shed connection in the building? None of you… Okay, one of you, I'm not judging you But that's what makes the top tier uncomfortable So try and convince them I'm too specific, or overuse religion Well, let me ask you something, b**h How do you spend all this time travelling And never came up with sh** futuristic? Speaking of, if I'm you, then I'm a real-life looper Sent to bury the past See, that meaning was genius, but you compare me to trash Organik had faith I wouldn't bury his a** But Donatello's going to die trying to carry the staff So, Splinter Cell black ops, or Sleeper Cell Matlock? A modern-day David, slaying Goliath with a crack rock You f**ing junkie, the truth is ugly Too bad you and your Lush buddy snorted up the hush money So make them laugh, because you're f**ing funny And they can all relate Enough bodies to stretch across China Yet they try to stall a great, walls replaced doors that were never open for you and me I took the tunnel underground, fans said, foolish me You climbed abruptly; that's Humpty-Dumpty The fall's not confusing, see Crack's got you pouring out your insides And now you're a shell of what you used to be You'll never get it together, stop tryin' Stick to being "Lebanon-violent" It's already looking lopsided I ain't dissing you when I say, "shots fired" That .38 Special treatment with the rubber grip My cousin dumping it Diplomatic immunity, capital punishment? Naw… pa**port, Visa, luggages, trust me If sh** get raw, Tim McGraw I got faith he'll get out the country It's getting ugly, because pen-wise, I'm better than everyone That's a hell of a standard, and I'm setting one A rise as quick as mine was never done They said have a war, I'm Marcus Lattimore I hit the big leagues and could never run What, did I end it badly? Okay, two-dollar hooker; this sh** extra nasty For those saying we're the same and are never happy You're Marcus Lattimore, too, your career ends in Cali, early [Round 1: Dizaster] Check it out, hummus-breath! They got me over here at Back to BAYsics, getting my film on with a perfect stranger Look, everybody, it's Balki Davids I'll admit, the last couple of years, I've been real sloppy I gave all these people a reason to sleep on me But now, I promise you a jellyfish Because this here is about to be a real body I told this b**h, he said he want to get it to pop He said, "Norbes said we could get you the guap" I was like, "Alright, then, let's get this sh** locked" He was like, "For real, you gon' do it, Diz?" I was like, "Yeah…on King of the Dot!" All the way from the one stage that matters Oh, shut the f** up! Time for you to f**ing face your master Your name is "Gjulaghula" But the Mayan civilization used to have an ancient calendar Which should've been the only thing They ever named you after Because ever since 2012 You haven't been sh** but a fake Dizaster Trust me, after this You gon' get your wish and become a famous rapper But to get in the spotlight, you needed a star with a big name So I'm not your god, I'm your Big Bang b**h, I'm what made you matter! You little f**ing ungrateful ba*tard At least you could've gave me a little f**ing thankyou after Because, b**h, I helped you climb up the rankings faster But this a f**ed up game I should've never gave these snakes a ladder Listen, I'll slap this furry little f**ing Persian in his furry face For trying to regurgitate every verse I made This person's fake, he catches bodies But off an image that's not yours; you're a surrogate Pay attention, this sh**'s karate This is like Daniel-san versus Mr. Miyagi If Daniel LaRusso's role was played by Gilbert Gottfried s** a dick, Mr. Peabody! You're like John F. Kennedy, because your voice is the reason you're going to end up getting bodied And trust me, your homies told you that you gon' 3-0 dude They told you that your pen had enough bars in it to hold you But you El Chapo; you letting your friends dig your hole for you And now it's over, because you gon' get smashed that simple I swear to God; hashtag symbol This Christian could die I'll put your wings in the sky like a Batman signal You think you're on the level I'm on? You're mental I'm monumental, I'll Ichabod chop off your temple You'll see nothing but stares As his head rolls like a scene from Apocalypto Because you ain't the original OG you been claiming to be You like Ca**idy, because 90 percent of your sh** is trash But the best sh** you ever had was your imitation of me [Round 2: Gjonaj] Just admit taking me was bad advice You want the aura back you see I have. I'm fighting a stereotype, in a f**ed up way, it's like we battled twice But you're jealous of my success I guess you're mad I made it I walked the road less traveled, and you claimed you paved it You're scared of me One second I'm your favorite, next second you hated So I waited, and baited till your fears made you write demands You threw subliminals, instead of squaring up like a man b**h, I'm not Kitana; I ain't here to fight with a fan But I'm good with these hands, who you intimidatin'? I only fear God… and immigration They say you're the best, something I've never seen before I figured you'd bring up that f**ing line in your battle, right? You know what line I'm talking about? "Couple retreat like Vince Vaughn"? Yeah, of course Like I'd spit a line of yours that didn't have any force Don't you find it funny That the worst bar of my P.G. was actually yours? s** a dick! [Round 2: Dizaster] When the rules are fine… I choose the spine I hate it when they call me Dizaster It makes me want to lose my mind I'm not Gjonaj or Dizaster – I'm the two combined I'm an upgrade, and I'm a new design I take some of your rhymes and take some of mine I do it like how your eyebrows used to be and fuse the line He couldn't come to Detroit So I brought the war to your premises I am more than your nemesis, I bit your Vince Vaughn line And acted like I didn't know that you said the sh** The West Coast don't respect me So how am I supposed to accept this sh**? I'm underrated, because I'm over-affectionate Pay attention, I said "under" then I said "over" That's how I go over heads with it! Reality is I took this for fun And I'm embarra**ed that they even comparing cats When beyond our heritage and appearance Well, there's a gap between us, and here's the fact They got me staring back at a parallel mirror match With another Arab cat, it's Ya**er Arafat in a New Era hat He got the 22-inch rim on his prayer mat There's a difference between us He acts like a terrorist, I do terrorist acts You don't carry gats or ever air your straps And if you did, it would be at a range Like the marriage that your parents had But I can tell you're mentally prepared From the f**ing amount of cologne you got on And the f**ing pound of gel that's in your hair Outside of your home turf, you ain't respected anywhere Even in Detroit, they don't take you seriously You ain't even the best from over there You're like a periodic table Because even in your own element, you're a square He wants to be like Dizaster Waiting for a natural Dizaster to happen When they ask him, "Why do you act like Dizaster?" He says, "I don't act like Dizaster, it just naturally happens" Hanging out in Detroit, he's trying to be hard Trying to show all his black friends he got street smarts When he's kicking it with them He keeps his green card tucked under his EBT card f** you, Vlade Divac, Ginobli! And whatever this f*ggot looks like, it's all part of my story They try to copy the form But what they got in store for me was a Kinko's Something went wrong when they cloned me I told you, he came out looking like a f**ing retarded Ginobli Comparing us is like a knockoff to a Rollie See, we look the same from far 'Til you get all up in his face and start watching him slowly You can tell by the way the hands move That he's obviously phony Listen, you and what squad gon' destroy me? You and all of your homies Look like the iPhone 6 Punjabi emojis [Round 3: Gjonaj] b**h, you picked when and where I'm surprised the contract didn't have an outfit you picked to wear and a stipulation on how I did my hair b**h, three weeks and two minutes? Just admit you were f**ing scared And thought I'd be less prepared But like Will Graham, I got a k**er kind of vision I stalk each and every one of my blind victims You take too long to punch You use multis as a crutch to disguise filler And I'm fine with it, because I realized that's why you're so f**ing scared of time limits And you're a snake to a whole new scale, and you hide in it Waiting to strike You turned your back on Daylyt in five minutes You marked out, Day loaned me a cal With a note on the revolver It read, "Diz, Total Slaughter," did you get the theme? Show up at his f**ing house and let it sing Are you religious? Because here's where I connect the scheme That 40 Day lent me will have you give up everything It's all over, I began to script your d**h in structured verses Judgment day, you rapped your a** off for what it's worth I'll reign longer than God when he flooded earth Kings get thrown from chairs they sit on Face it, you're basically getting spit on All them views, and fell off We should've battled on the rooftop Because you ain't had a decent punch since Billy Boondocks This is suicide, you knew you'd die, it's a cry for help You lost everything and everyone, you're all by yourself It's like Waldo playing "Where's Waldo?" You had to find yourself, because that old Diz is dead You're not a k**er, so you had to play pretend I'm talking to you like a child, I know you feel that way again Because we've never seen the bodies; that's imaginary friends With that being said If you didn't think I could battle with a vet Show me some actual respect Or get a f**ing life, like the Lazarus Effect How long did the dead last in the first place? Are you impressed? That just goes to show you I got a sick sense I'll k** them all, and just wrote big checks If we talkin' bread, your family f**ing dead; necro-incest f** who been next, the future of battle rap Who's stopping me? I'm intellect, introspect, disrespect, philosophy You hear "Homer" and think Simpson, I think Odyssey You honestly probably thought he would body me, but I showed you the difference between us is quality. Goodnight [Round 3: Dizaster] I guess it's safe to say I'm already up 2-0 So if I was you, I would just start taking cover Y'all heard of the Jonas Brothers? Well, these guys are the Gjonaj's Brothers I am jealous of you Because I could never get a cab driver like you sh**, your cab drivers drive you to the battle Then walk inside the venue and stand behind you And for them cats that keep on bringing up the Math sh** Cats like you, you did it on stage, f*ggot, what's your deal? For Christ's sakes, throw hands with me Then, if that's how pa**ionate you feel Exactly, you cats act like me until you have to scrap like me Then your personality's revealed One sandy hook on this stage will prove this Dizaster isn't real! You're like a German Jew You let your people gas you up for real Just like Chuckie in the last Child's Play Because your fans gon' get you k**ed Clap with the steel, backshots Leave his stomach empty like Ally McBeal I don't play games, they train me to k** From long range hitting sh** It's like watching Limitless; your brain will get peeled Bullets break through the shield You get away, then I'm sending four giant shells Coming after you like April O'Neal You say you got sk** And you called yourself something from Looper So you ain't the future, you Bruce Willis from Looper Because you haven't been yet engaged in this field I'm going to show you how to hit him in the head Because that's the best shot That's the best spot, hit the vet's top Hit the top of the windshield, because that's the best spot It's not like it's the tires I'm after I'm an aspiring actor; I'm just looking for that perfect headshot Open the door, then the lead pop, it's a leg shot His homie drive off With his feet dangling under the car, like Bedrock Headshot, he can get it at Any time of the night; that's a Redbox If I bring the toys, you're f**ed; that's a s** shop I'll chop this camel's head off, then put it on my shelftop That's a cigarette shop... that you guys own I can never get washed; I'm a dreadlock If your homies don't start acting down-to-earth Then they can get dropped Then I'll send both of their bags upstairs like a bellhop