URLtv - Dizaster vs T-Rex lyrics

[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of these fabricated lines he 'bout to say It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh** A lot of n***as got respect for Dizaster, I feel "f** you!" Now play any of that tough guy sh**, it's in my contract to chill But Dan Barz is gon' touch you You use your height to tower over smaller opponents You could do that to me, yeah, that's cool But just tell me how does it feel to look down at a n***a that you look up to? You see them punchlines and facial expressions I started that '02, '03 that was me, where y'all was at? When Smack was building his brand, I was the biggest part of that He brought you here to die, you gon finish where it started at You see me and my n***as don't play right We'll k** him and his broad in broad daylight With the mask on, you won't know if it's T-Rex or Daylyt I think I said that wrong, I said it wrong Me and my n***as don't play right We'll k** him and his broad in broad daylight And make 'em strip naked on stage, Daylyt! So when that toaster bang, he'll be laying in an open grave Or his respirator will be looking like pro tools before the vocals laid f** them bullsh** blogs Ask anybody in New York City about my brother pop sh** Them n***as they say be a** slapping be gat clapping Whole bunch of guns his bag, he call it back packing This n***a will swing on me? Soon as that happen He'll catch bullets with his teeth, Last Dragon This man bad or damn fast I slow rem up He stunt, I'm like a hoe on the side the way I broke 'em up The 9 meter like tight sneakers, I'll choke 'em up That can fly, soon as I land mine he blowing up I grip the ba-retta, it'll rip his whole head off That .44's as long as a Chilla Jones setup My n***as don't let up so his crib getting wet up We put silencers on guns for the n***as that won't shut up Grown man bars, I speak reality rap Cause it ain't a place in this world it ain't reality at So f** right now, I'ma wait to get him after he rap Just know that he gon get these bucks anyway it's like a salary cap I said that wrong, I mean for real I speak reality rap Cause it ain't a place in this world where it ain't reality at So If he run I'll hit 'em in the back with the mac Or play Dr. Suess and I'll shoot that cat in the hat He talking fast, I off his a**, he get coffined, bagged Body parts in different jars and his organs tagged n***as die from a leg shot when that 40 blast The way them bullets travel you'll think they got a boarding pa** I promise I'll have all these n***as here dead with you Street rules, wheelchair you, I can't stand you So keep them cans near you, this is food for thought You better break-fast once that arm lit (omelet) You'll get your eggs scrambled I'm coming to get you n***a it's just me I'm on Diz street with this heat, yelling out "This beef!" Diz creep, I make Diz sleep Hit 'em with this heat think it's a cartoon til you find a bullet in Diz knee (Disney) Listen here, that clip appear, he finish, yeah This URL, he's trespa**ing, he got no business here This p**y is made to get wet just like swimming gear I wait til Diz appear, co*k it and make him disappear I mean nobody wanna hear about this and that And I'll aim this at that and a coffin you'll put Diz in that n***a these Is grown man bars, no gimmick raps You'll never win this match You come here with that Dennis The Menace act My job is getting work from papi, y'all Selling grams to whoever as long as it ain't no cops involved So me ever being a nurse, knock it off But honestly I wish I was cause it would be easier for me To get the prescription so I can knock them percs and them oxy's off Ask about me, I used to move that raw You know Dwyane Wayne's sister, you sniff her you in a Different World And I never sat on no work, I used to move it all Yo Dan I'm the man, I even sold Polly-grams, true or false? What you think? These n***as think I'm not a proud father? Like I wouldn't love to have a source of income It's just the fact that the grams is 40 I got It for 38 and all the hustler's Is trying to get some Every day I wake up and say "A job I'm gonna get one." Cause I learned you gotta think outside the box when you trying to put a n***a in one k** that sh** you talking in your rap That only have you laying in that coffin on your back With the forensics examining a portion of his hat Cause that hammer that I clap is like the president It's a .44 and it's black Speaking of Obama he probably got mad when he was reelected and threw a punch Couldn't handle it the next day at work and was throwing up his lunch Well Bin Laden was the last Arab n***a that played tough And he got k**ed by the US and US is getting k**ed by us Nobody wanna hear about that sh** your dudes do All that gangsta sh** you be talking bout on the YouTube You'll wake up by the doc in a machine goin "Oop! Oop!" With your head wrapped, since you Arab that's something that you used to Just cause this n***a language sound like *spit* that don't mean spit That Mag will break him in half like when the screen's split Mask and a knife like it's a scene out a Scream flick With blood all over the place like it's a (?) print Your crew ain't nothing your k**er guys To be real Diz you wouldn't be a star in Jack Thriller eyes See I'm leaving with this n***a dead It's only round one, but (THIS ni**a DEAD!) [Round 1: Dizaster] They brought the best out from the west out And y'all better be glad that I'm happy today Cause y'all don't wanna see that terrorist get let out Cause if I snap on this stage and I decide to start airing Tec's outs Y'all will be like Marge Simpson cause faces turn yellow, tops get blue (blew) Then everybody in here (hair) get's stretched out They told me to go over on Smack good just be true to who you just are Don't go over there with some multi's that are sub par And that's exactly why I showed up here with nothing but gun bars I showed up to NY to cause nothing but a show riot Brand new Glock in a box, I'm like a manager at Sea World if that's seal's broken I won't buy it Bottle of water on stage, I'll set the four by it Suppressor on the nose so when it explode it's so quiet Have you ever seen a 500 from close range? Guaranteed you won't try it That'll have you losing weight outta nowhere, I call It that Norbes diet First of all, f** Rex! I came out to Smack so I can stack bread I'm like an animal shelter I'm making sure all them cats in my staff fed Look, if me and you scrap, Dan, I don't even need to clap lead I got these two fist I nicknamed Bobby and Whitney Cause when they get together they crack heads Look, Rex, second of all, I roll with real gang bangers Rex There ain't no denying, them k**ers riding with me4They stay on my side when the .380's are flying, you'll be like Whitney Houston Cause in real life that Bodyguard can't save you from dying But you already died before 0-Red already punched your face around like a bobble head He sent you back to Harlem with your head chopped off Missing both your arms and legs It's like Valentine's Day The way you got put in a box with Red I'm thinking if you here in one piece you a zombie And this must be an episode of The Walking Dead But hey, that's why I have so much hate for him Cause he never dies, no matter how much the world see's the fake in 'em It's like Rex is this cat that has 9 lives that are saving him But this gon' be easy here cause 0-Red already done kilt like 8 of 'em You wanna be a gangsta then let's pop your cherry Oh you think I'm a fruit for saying that Well you'll get your body buried (berry) I'll beat this p**y up like the bulldog from Tom & Jerry Let's get it cracking Your whole squad is scary, y'all ain't ready for the type of Glocks we carry I've have so many can's at the back of the car The license plate will read "We just got married" So if it's beef between us, I'm staying two steps ahead of time Soon as I get that phone call I'm opening up my Men In Black weapon shrine That long magazine's the extended kind, that steel clapping Two twin baretta nines I'm like Phil Jackson Before I stop I'ma let it ring at least like 11 times In front of these rhymers I'm the livest one And you can never take away from the many things that I have done So whether I choose to k** you with the knife or gun I fire once, you try to run, then all you hear is sirens The paramedics and fire fighters come And put a blanket over your f**ing head like Michael's son And then they will put a blanket over your head, like Michael, SON Rex don't think cause I rapped on Grind Time that I ain't with that drama I'm a Arab, I'll show up to your crib with that llama I mean I'm a Arab, I'll show up to your crib with that Llama I'll k** your little a** sister and your little a** mama And before I leave I set up a b**by trap for your b**h a** father That sh** will look like the 3rd round between Aye Verb and Hitman Holla HOLLA [Round 2: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** Dizaster, "I'ma bring fractures of tear gas til he collapse And his wheel crash and he laying somewhere dead on his Acura air bag" Face a** n***a You think all of these street n***as wanna actually hear that? Hell no, so f** it let's get back to this real rap Your mans front they get blammed up, my camp tough A n***a die an ugly d**h for thinking he handsome Die an ugly d**h cause these bullets he getting handed some Head shot blocking his face, I give his hand some This real sh**, I'm not y'all, I be done shot y'all Me, I let it ring in private, I'm like a blocked call Me, I let it ring in private soon as my block call He'll be the one that get picked soon as that block call Dot Mob, my gang a problem I'll rather be in the can like Alpo than be labeled like 'em Dizaster, I k** everybody that hang around 'em I'm ready to shoot a cab driver every time I think about 'em He gon' snitch on who? I'm spraying heat He'll find a n***a hand in the mail before he finger me I don't play fair, I'm at the daycare, take his niece Once he wanna bang with me, f** burgers, it's angus beef That lead will clap, his head will crack, I bet him that His heart will work, he'll be a veggie like a lettuce wrap It's on sight wherever I catch him at He in that coffin so relaxed, cause his feet is up and his head is back Y'all know my lil' brother, I done brought up Shine since a pup That just proves to y'all that I knew how to raise the K since I was young We got gats on our waist, razors on our tongues Tell me what you would do if you was raised up in the slums Act crazy If you want, you'll be bleeding like a baby in your gut When a slug from a .380 is in your lungs, chump No joke, that fo' smoke like cigarettes, light it all day I don't ever give that cig a rest, slugs Ilke hard surgery It'll split his chest, this summer I make all them (autumn) fall My guns winter fresh Ruger co*ked, move a notch, you'll be shot Barrel on that .44 smoking like a hookah spot Ill with that steel, I could show y'all how to use the Glock My shooters is like Dashiki they don't know who to pop I'm being real, I can't stand y'all We could start hitting back and forth like hand ball Bullets going inside this p**y like a tampon He f**ing with a Dot Mob gorilla city landlord I promise if I'm near (Nair) everything that I hear (hair) gone He one of them n***as that act real when he drunk And then wake up laying on the spare wheel in the trunk Or he'll be bleeding cause there's some steel in his guts When I get scared I spray til a n***a stink, I live like a skunk I'm bout my bread, shotty coming out the leg I could wet him from all angles like a shower head Sister, cousin, mama dead They'll be taking him out a hole to put him back in a hole On some Osama sh** My Dot Mob n***as looked at me and said "C'mon Rex You one of the legends that never retired They should be treating you like a God Rex I promise, one of these n***as play we gon' leave 'em all stretched I bet you they gon' feel your wrath (giraffe) without the long neck." I'm telling you dog when hammers get drawn He'll be sprayed everywhere like a tanning salon With that fit I get an a**ist when I'm handing it off Cause he'll get a shot in the head when the hammers come off This n***a Dizaster really feel like he tough right? n***as like him never ever lived that tough life You see I'm going with this n***a head Y'all already know my slogan (THIS ni**a DEAD) But I ain't saying it in that way, I mean that Diz' n***a's dead Whenever I tell them n***a's that the D's n***a's dead f** it, we on our grind, he want it? We know it's crime Vest on, .38 special and the whole 9 I'ma empty the .38 special then the whole nine Caught 'em from two ways, entry wounds, both sides Me, I usually keep the clip on, I'm like a bow tie Anybody f** wit that dust, I got that work 5 I party on top of that water, I'm like a boat ride See I'm leaving with this n***a head, I mean it this time (THIS ni**a DEAD) [Round 2: Dizaster] This kid fricking s**s! With his homies on the side always screamin "Zip Em Up!" You're right, you are mad at taxi drivers cause every time he try to hail one at Times Square My uncle never stops to pick you up And even though I am the cab driver, he still couldn't see me coming I'm coming up the block, oh he gonna see me gunning Which makes sense, I'm a taxi driver cause I have this nina You been dying to meet and you gon meet her (meter) running So don't try to front on nobody Rex don't try to front on nobody like you really buck with the shotty You fat boy, clumsy and sloppy, you pudgy and floppy Rex you so chubby that your stomach look like You got Buffie The Body's bu*t stuck to the f**ing front of your body All you do is talk and babble, look I hate to say this Rex, pause But you remind me of an*l s**, pause You ain't nothing but a co*ky a**hole You talk a lot of talk, but you ain't ready for squabbling Rambo These fist are something that your arms can't handle I'll break your jaw, I'll knock off enamel So you better bring them cigs with you cause that's the only way you gonna box this camel You not a dinosaur you march with cattle I watched the discovery, you the softest mammal that's on the channel A Randy often known for living in it's partners shadow I'll body you, I don't even have to pull out my biggest box of ammo Cause you friends with Nuborn in real life That already means that you lost this battle Rex, we all know you a p**y, why you always acting so damn hard? How you gon show anybody grown man bars When you look like a fat woman, a little black Roseanne Barr How you been to war when you clearly don't have scars? Plus you a T-Rex, we already know you have short a** arms Look at life you ain't gon go that far And if you ever make it to the top of the mountain Well that's cause you and Mook the new Brokeback stars He put your careers in line where your goals at Had your whole road map like he had you in a low jack car You said for Mook in the streets you would go Conan hard Until Math pulled both of your f**ing hoe a** cards Left him with a skull crack and a torn back scar And you still didn't respond back You like Kano's victim's from Mortal Kombat, you just don't have heart Oh yeah, that sh** hard... You said for Mook and Shine, this is one of your stupid lines, listen You said for Mook and Shine you would run up and you'd use the nine Well when Math did that sh** you ain't do sh** What you waiting for it to happen like two more times? That's how I know that you ain't cool That's how I know that you ain't true You always screaming you ain't a p**y and you ain't Mook But if he always ride with you and he on the side with you Then what does that make you? See you ain't a loyal dude Stop saying loyalty, you ride on your own Stop punching your homies on the side You probably getting violent and you hurting his bones, leave him alone You ain't about loyalty, you ride on your own He got like 20 non Dot Mob co*kroaches all stuffed up inside of his home Tay Roc on the side starving like "I'm trying to eat Rex man, toss a brother a dinosaur bone." Stop screaming loyalty over this rap sh** You only want the lime light so you can shine on your own Now that I think about it, it makes sense for you signing with Combs Cause soon as your sh** go pop in the club you'll probably leave Shine/Shyne on his own You wanted the spotlight, that's what the spotlight gets you Carbines and Glock 9 pistols, a**ault rifles Large mines and all type missiles I'll have it to where it looking like bullets the size of Klondike's hit you But I ain't gotta pop you I'm the type of guy that'll start a random bar fight with you Act like I'ma spar, then pull out a sharp nice Ginsu You throw a strong right, I dodge it, carve right into your heart Make a sharp right, twist it around and break it off right in you Your mans wanna ad-lib, they can all die with you Get hogtied and tossed right into the back of a small size Hyundai rental You try to branch out the trunk, I'll bonsai trim you That laser beam on the Glock is so red when it hit you I let you see the dot on your forehead like a cross eyed Hindu Listen Rex, you too little to be screaming out demands When I'm squeezing out the cans things get heated out the pan Like an ice cream truck, all you see is arms reaching out the van I'll fire off once, you'll be peeing out your pants I'm a real Hitman, I delete you out my plans Which means I pull a nina out and blam And you gon hurl/Earl everywhere and leave without your hands [Round 3: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he says again It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** I wanna start this off like shout outs to Daylyt The Dot, the Loc, my n***a, the strap You and him was in a group together way before any of us even known he could rap You told him to switch up his style, he rhyme like he on Smack Look around you dumb maf**a where you think that you at? That wasn't real love, what you was showing him's wack He joined Dot Mob and now he battle all over the map Call from all types of leagues that been throwing him stacks And you ain't help your man with nothing, you was just holding him back And I helped him do his motherf**ing thing Call and ask him, I never asked him for a motherf**ing thing And you grew up with him, ain't that a motherf**ing shame How a n***a you think's your n***a could motherf**ing change And I ain't do none of that for crowd reaction That was to f** up his life It's crazy what he just did to Day, I just brought to the light You see I'm from that block that let that lead clap It's on sight, his b**h should've thought before she said that I shoot her, I Badu her, I get her head wrapped Cocoon her, this cat will peel (caterpillar) motherf**ing head back He dead Smack, he run, hit his ankle, til his legs snap I'ma make sure he fry, Day (Friday) where Craig at? If he live he gon take a hospital bed nap Or It's gon look like they took his head out a bear trap All of these new n***as that battle is f**ing weak Ask Smack, I'm from that era where we had no preparation And we battled in the middle of the street Where a fight could've broke out and you was gripping on your heat And if you said something personal you'll be picking up your teeth Let me ask y'all something, this sh** don't seem kinda odd? URL had to be the biggest battle league by far Every time they throw an event, sh** usually go fine But soon as the event is a disaster is when they had Dizaster on the card What? You thought you was gon spit that sh** and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here When I think about Dizaster, I don't think about a n***a like that I think about my brothers coming home from jail and the PO's sending him back Or a baby dying in a flood cause a ceiling collapsed It seems like more of a disaster just hearing you rap What? You thought you was gonna spit that sh** and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here When I think about a disaster I think about a n***a outside a movie theater, car loaded with guns Dropping tear gas, when you come out he start popping sh** up Or tragic d**h you gotta explain to a mom's about her son "Instead they just bring a n***a that just rambling And screaming at the top of his lungs" What? You thought you was gonna spit that sh** and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here Y'all heard of Sandy? Well I'm her brother Randy, I'm a lil' badder I cut n***as lights out and leave em wet I bring disasters to Dizaster My life is full of disasters too I show you what I'm about Like I work at that same petting zoo he went to and brung them llamas out Soon as he talking when I see him I let him fly out His block will be just like a tsunami the way I wipe it out What? Y'all thought he was gon spit that sh** and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here n***as told me that Dizaster wanna fight, I said let him try He gon be warned by this type of reign (rain) from a weather guy I'm talking bout 9 11's or 11 9's n***as running plane/plain in his building and start to let 'em fly Put him in that Bronx hospital, he should feel right home at Lebanon What? He thought he was gon spit that sh** and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespa**ing, you don't belong here When you was getting kilt by Arcane, we saw it all over your face Cause them dumb freestyles and that paper work ain't equal up and you had nothing to say It seemed like you wanted to fight, but it won't be safe to try it today That just show us that your career Is like a stopped up toilet You start to overflow when sh** ain't going your way Stop and chill, you not that ill, you'll be shot and k**ed Better boogie man before I show 'em how a monster feel I'm for real, think I'm a joke, I go upside his grill I feed him the biscuit first like a Red Lobster meal My b**h bumped into him She said it was a few questions that Diz asked her I said "If it was anything disrespectful baby I swear it's gon be a Diz-aster." I'm gon' go get him then get his kids after I be sending n***as to his crib like a dispatcher Soon as he run, we'll tie him up, b**h slap him He can't run cause I put cheese on him like a Ritz cracker You know I'm with Webb so he try to violate me Then I'm coming with lead, no punchlines or metaphors I'm coming with lead He can't hide I'm like the boogie man, I'm under his bed Get your pistol, I send n***as to hit you This fif' got length, these n***as could die with (width) you I'm a blast from the past, I'm official Me, I blast then past, get the a**ist too He violate I bring some suits to his block That move in suit to leave his suit in a box My crew is the Dot's, we never have to go to the car to get them ratchets We shoot on the spot I said I'm leaving with this n***a head Deep down inside he already know it (THIS ni**a DEAD!) EASY! [Round 3: Dizaster] Yo Mook, why you telling 'em they need rain coats right now? Why you acting like such a f*ggot dude? So I'm spitting up here, but y'all already know, that's what camels do Aye, but hey look Rex, look Rex, you little p**y You talked about the Arcane sh**, Vail remember the Arcane sh**? I went to King Of The Dot, they got me for that thang I was trying to get that necklace back cause I was exposing a fraudulent Arcane But now that it happened, me and you got something in common that's the same cause, we both got robbed for our Dot chains You supposed to be f**ing confident right now, why you twitching? You supposed to be this tall enormous, all ferocious carnivorous Dinosaur that grew up in a Harlem forest But what you show us against Puffy That you would s** his dick for as long Ciroc endorses He gave him that long range top notch performance p**n star bl**job before us The way you gave Puffy that long neck, you ain't a T-Rex You a f**ing Brontosaurus He ain't a Bad Boy that's just his f**ing disguise This maf**ers his heart's softer than Carl Thomas So if he a bad boy, he just one of those guys Black don't Rob people, he just s** Puffy nuts for the prize Staring at Aye Verb up at the balcony up at the sky It looked like you got Mased in the face cause you was hella lookin Puffy in the eyes You be riding his dick, riding Diddy, he right back to his spot DIddy was like "Try having this shot of this pineapple Ciroc." And Rex was like "Nah, I don't want that." He's like "What? I supplied that from the co*k." And he was like "Mmm matter fact, I actually like that a lot." Yo c'mon Diddy, f** it y'all getting mad now I'ma switch it up cause I'm on f**ing Smack now I'ma f**ing go crazy cause I'm finally on Smack now And if he got a problem with it, Rex gon get Smacked down This maf**er's talking about his lil' homie's 40 Glocc But if I talk about sh** I own that's long metal arms like RoboCop When we go to war, that's like Covert Ops, I'm loading up like 40 shots And a fully automatic M4 with a customized fold in stock I'm showing up to your local spot And I'm turning it to a ma**acre at a donut shop When I get to clappin' so many New Yorker cops It'll look like I'm trying to take Christopher Donors spot You guys think I would give a f** if you booed Y'all already knew I won't stutter Why would I feel bad? This crowd is so f**ing crazy They'd probably boo their own mother sh**, but I'ma snap back You jacked the formula me and DNA was doing You saw we was on the internet, that's how we gathered hype Cause we was getting mad views, we was living an active battle rapping life It's f**ing funny how you started to book planes and started to travel flights All it took was that one round with DNA That's how you got back your stripesT Well this is like the beginning of Jura**ic Park Cause all you needed was a little bit of DNA to bring this T-Rex back to life Your man K-Shine hermaphrodite He be acting like he don't be puffin up at the traffic light Hollering at the trannies like Eddie Murphy, b**h hurry up and hop on the back of this bike And you know that sh**'s true rapping cause Mook's laughing Is that you rapping? That's your crew snapping Oh, I don't wanna get back at you dog cause you looking at me like some type of b**h I heard about that sh**, you outside of Queen Of The Ring Fighting like a chick Your man got the footage of it online and it exists He was lifting up his shirt, he was biting him on his tits Bite on his neck, bite on his head, bite on his leg, bite on his... And I know y'all thinking because I'm dissing Sean now it doesn't apply to Rex And It's on that irrelevant rhyming tip But I only did that to show y'all it don't matter how many grown man bars or real lines you spit You only as real as the motherf**ers that you riding with They told me watch out for K-Shine cause he's a dick rider So I went and looked him up online and that tranny sh** popped up And I was like "Holy crap these guys weren't joking he's a dick rider." I'm over here looking like I just had a shower Of course y'a II gon be snapping I mean we been standing here for hours We gotta do this, we gotta get it off now f** you, you looking at me like you ain't know that you lost now f** you, put your bottle of water down Or that empty cup that drop now I'll find some change I'll throw it in your cup at your bum a** now It's over now I'm the extinction level event that be k**ing these raptors History repeats itself, we just living it backwards I ain't gotta pull out the next sentence for me to finish the answer All you gotta do is flip through the history book, flip through the chapters And you see that T-Rex gets k**ed by Dizaster