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 bastard
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
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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 faggot 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, faggot, 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