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[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, somethin' 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 shit A lot of niggas got respect for Dizaster, I feel "fuck you!" Now play any of that tough guy shit 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 nigga 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 buildin' 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 niggas don't play right We'll kill 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 niggas don't play right We'll kill him and his broad in broad daylight And make 'em strip naked on stage: Daylyt! So when that toaster bang, he'll be layin' in an open grave Or his respirator will be lookin' like pro tools before the vocals laid Fuck them bullshit blogs! Ask anybody in New York City about my brother pop shit Them niggas they say be ass slappin' be gat clappin' Whole bunch of guns in his bag, he call it back packin' This nigga 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 him up He stunt, I'm like a ho on the side the way I broke him up The 9 meter like tight sneakers, I'll choke him up That can fly, soon as I land mine he blowin' up I grip the Bo-retta, it'll rip his whole head off That .44's as long as a Chilla Jones setup My niggas don't let up so his crib gettin' wet up We put silencers on guns for the niggas 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 fuck 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 it ain't reality at So If he run I'll hit him in the back with the MAC Or play Dr. Suess and I'll shoot that cat in the hat He talkin' fast, I off his ass, he get coffined, bagged Body parts in different jars and his organs tagged Niggas die from a leg shot when that .40 blast The way them bullets travel you'll think they got a boarding pass I promise I'll have all these niggas 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) or get your eggs scrambled I'm comin' to get you, nigga, it's just me I'm on Diz street with this heat, yellin' out "This beef!" Diz creep, I make Diz sleep, hit him with this heat Think it's a cartoon 'til you find a bullet in Diz knee (Disney) Listen here, that clip appear, he finished, yeah This URL, he's trespassin', he got no business here This pussy is made to get wet just like swimming gear I wait 'til Diz appear, cock it and make him disappear I mean nobody wanna hear about this and that 'Cause I'll aim this at that, and a coffin you'll put Diz in that Nigga, 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 gettin' work from papi, y'all Sellin' grams to whoever as long as it ain't no cops involved So, me ever bein' a nurse? Knock it off! But honestly I wish I was 'cause it'd 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 niggas 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 so all the hustlers is tryin' to get some Every day I wake up and say "A job, I'm gon' get one." 'Cause I learned you gotta think outside the box When you tryin' to put a nigga in one! Kill that shit you talkin' in your rap That only have you layin' in that coffin on your back With the forensics examinin' a portion of his hat 'Cause that hammer that I clap is like the president It's a .44 and it's black Speakin' 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 throwin' up his lunch Well, Bin Laden was the last Arab nigga that played tough And he got killed by the U.S. and U.S. is gettin' killed by us Nobody don't wanna hear about that shit you dudes do All that gangsta shit you be talkin' about on the YouTube You'll wake up in the doc with a machine goin' "Oop! Oop!" With your head wrapped Since you Arab, that's somethin' that you used to! Just 'cause this nigga language sound like *spit* That don't mean spit That mag'll 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 nothin' like your killer guys To be real, Diz, you wouldn't be a star in Jack Thriller eyes See I'm leavin' with this nigga dead It's only round one, but— (THIS NIGGA 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 airin' TEC's outs Y'all will be like Marge Simpson 'Cause faces turn yellow, tops get blue (blew) Then everybody in here (hair) gets 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 nothin' but gun bars I showed up to NY to cause nothin' 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, fuck Rex! I came out to Smack so I can stack bread I'm like an animal shelter, I'm makin' sure all the cats in my staff fed Look, if me and you scrap, dead I don't even need to clap lead I got these two fists 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 denyin' Them killers ridin' with me, they stay on my side When the .380's are flyin', you'll be like Whitney Houston 'Cause in real life that bodyguard can't save you from dyin' But you already died before O-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 him It's like Rex is this cat that has nine lives that are savin' him But this gon' be easy here 'Cause O-Red already done killed like eight of 'em You wanna be a gangsta, then let's pop your cherry Oh, you think I'm a fruit for sayin' that? Well, you'll get your body buried (berry) I'll beat this pussy up like the bulldog from Tom & Jerry Let's get it crackin', your whole squad is scary Y'all ain't ready for the type of Glocks we carry I'll have so many cans at the back of the car The license plate will read "We just got married!" So if it's beef between us, I'm stayin' 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 clappin', two twin Beretta 9's, I'm like Phil Jackson Before I stop I'ma let it ring at least like eleven times In front of these rhymers, I'm the livest one You can never take away from the many things that I have done So whether I choose to kill 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 fucking 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 kill your little-ass sister and your little-ass mama And before I leave I set up a booby trap for your bitch-ass father That shit will look like the third round between Aye Verb and Hitman Holla… HOLLA! Time, faggot! [Round 2: T-Rex] Grown man bars, somethin' he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon equal up to this real shit Dizaster, "I'ma bring fractures of tear gas 'til he collapse and his wheel crash and he layin' somewhere dead on his Acura air bag!" Face-ass nigga You think all of these street niggas wanna actually hear that? Hell no, so fuck it let's get back to this real rap Your mans front, they get blammed up, my camp tough A nigga die an ugly death for thinkin' he handsome Die an ugly death 'cause these bullets he gettin' hand some Head shot, blockin' his face, I give his hand some This real shit, 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 him Dizaster, I kill 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 sprayin' heat You'll find a nigga 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, fuck 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'd do if you was raised up in the slums Act crazy If you want, you'll be bleedin' 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 SIG a rest Slugs Ilke heart surgery, it'll split his chest This summer I make all them (autumn) fall, my gun's winter fresh Ruger cocked, move a notch, you'll be shot Barrel on that .44 smokin' 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 bein' real, I can't stand y'all We could start hittin' back and forth like handball Bullets goin' inside this pussy like a tampon He fuckin' with a Dot Mob gorilla city landlord I promise if I'm near (Nair) everything that I hear (hair) gone He one of them niggas that act real when he drunk And then wake up layin' on the spare wheel in the trunk Or he'll be bleedin' because there's some steel in his guts When I get scared I spray 'til a nigga stink, I live like a skunk I'm 'bout my bread, shotty comin' out the leg I could wet him from all angles like a shower head Sister, cousin, mama dead They'll be takin' him out a hole To put him back in a hole on some Osama shit My Dot Mob niggas looked at me and said, "Come on, Rex You one of the legends that never retired They should be treatin' you like a God, Rex." I promise, one of these niggas play we gon' leave 'em all stretched I bet you they gon' feel your wrath (giraffe) without the long neck I'm tellin' you, dog, when hammers get drawn He'll be sprayed everywhere like a tanning salon With that fifth I get an assist when I'm handin' it off 'Cause he'll get a shot in the head when these hammers come off This nigga Dizaster really feel like he tough, right? Niggas like him ain't never ever lived that tough life You see, I'm goin' with this nigga head Y'all already know my slogan… (THIS NIGGA DEAD!) But I ain't sayin' it in that way, I mean that Diz nigga's dead Whenever I tell them niggas that the dissed nigga's dead Fuck it, we on our grind, he want it? All we know is crime Vest on, .38 Special and the whole 9 I'ma empty the .38 Special, then the whole 9 Caught him from two ways, entry wounds both sides Me, I usually keep the clip on, I'm like a bow tie Anybody fuck with that dust, I got that work, 5 I party on top of that water, I'm like a boat ride See, I'm leavin' with this nigga head I mean it this time… (THIS NIGGA DEAD!) [Round 2: Dizaster] This kid frickin' sucks! With his homies on the side always screaming "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 comin' I'm comin' up the block, oh he gonna see me gunnin' Which makes sense, I'm a taxi driver 'Cause I have this nina you been dyin' to meet And you gon' meet her (meter) runnin' 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 butt stuck to the fucking front of your body All you do is talk and babble Look, I hate to say this, Rex — pause — but you remind me of anal sex — pause — you ain't nothin' but a cocky asshole You talk a lot of talk, but you ain't ready for squabblin' Rambo These fist are somethin' that your arms can't handle I'll break your jaw, I'll knock off enamel So you better bring them SIG's with you 'Cause that's the only way you're 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 livin' in its 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 pussy 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-ass arms Look at life, you ain't gonna 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 LoJack car You said, for Mook, in the streets, you would go Conan hard Until Math pulled both of your fucking ho-ass cards Left him with a skull cracked 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 shit 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 9 Well, when Math did that shit you ain't do shit What, you waitin' 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 screamin' you ain't a pussy 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 29 Dot Mob cockroaches All stuffed up inside of his home Tay Roc on the side starving like, "I'm tryin' to eat, Rex Man, toss a brother a dinosaur bone!" Stop screamin' loyalty over this rap shit You only want the lime light so you can shine on your own Now that I think about it it makes sense for you signin' with Combs 'Cause soon as your shit 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 Assault 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'll let you see the dot on your forehead like a cross-eyed Hindu Listen, Rex, you too little to be screamin' out demands When I'm squeezin' out the cans, things get heated out the pan Like an ice cream truck, all you see is arms reachin' out the van I'll fire off once, you'll be peein' 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, somethin' he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he says again It ain't gon' equal up to this real shit I wanna start this off like shout outs to Daylyt The Dot, the Loc, my nigga, 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 mothafucka, where you think that you at? That wasn't real love, what you was showin' him's wack He joined Dot Mob and now he battle all over the map Call from all types of leagues that been throwin' him stacks And you ain't help your man with nothin' You was just holdin' him back And I helped him do his motherfuckin' thang Call and ask him, I never asked him for a motherfuckin' thang And you grew up with him, ain't that a motherfuckin' shame How a nigga you think's your nigga could motherfuckin' change? And I ain't do none of that for crowd reaction That was to fuck 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 bitch shoulda thought before she said that I shoot her, I Badu her, I get her head wrapped Cocoon her, this cat'll peel her (caterpillar) mothafuckin' 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 of a bear trap All of these new niggas that battle is fuckin' 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 coulda broke out and you was grippin' on your heat And if you said somethin' personal you'd be pickin' up your teeth Let me ask y'all somethin', this shit don't seem kinda odd? URL had to be the biggest battle league by far Every time they throw an event, shit 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 shit and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespassin', you don't belong here When I think about a disaster, I don't think about a nigga like that I think about my brothers comin' home from jail And the PO's sendin' him back Or a baby dyin' in a flood 'cause a ceiling collapsed It seems like more of a disaster just hearin' you rap What, you thought you was gon' spit that shit and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespassin', you don't belong here When I think about a disaster, I think about a nigga outside a movie theater, car loaded with guns Droppin' tear gas, when you come out he start poppin' shit up Or a tragic death you gotta explain to a moms 'bout her son "Instead they just bring a nigga that just rambling And screaming at the top of his lungs" What, you thought you was gon' spit that shit and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespassin', you don't belong here Y'all heard of Sandy? Well, I'm her brother Randy, I'm a lil' badder I cut niggas 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 talkin' when I see him I let 'em fly it out His block will be just like a tsunami the way I wipe it out What, y'all thought he was gon' spit that shit and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespassin', you don't belong here Niggas told me that Dizaster was wanna fight, I said let him try He gon' be warned by this type of reign (rain) from a weather guy I'm talkin' bout nine 11's or eleven 9's Niggas runnin' 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 shit and be strong here? Naw queer, you trespassin', you don't belong here When you was gettin' killed by Arcane, we saw it all over your face 'Cause them dumb freestyles and that paper work Ain't equal up and you had nothin' 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 shit ain't goin' your way Stop and chill, you not that ill, you'll be shot and killed Better boogie, man, before I show him 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 bitch 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 sendin' niggas to his crib like a dispatcher Soon as he run, we'll tie him up, bitch-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 comin' with lead No punchlines or metaphors, I'm comin' with lead He can't hide, I'm like the Boogie Man, I'm under his bed Get your pistol, I send niggas to hit you This fif' got length, these niggas could die with (width) you I'm a blast from the past, I'm official Me, I blast then pass, get the assist 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 leavin' with this nigga head Deep down inside he already know it… (THIS NIGGA DEAD!) EASY! [Round 3: Dizaster] Yo, Mook, why you tellin' him they need rain coats right now? Why you acting like such a faggot dude? So I'm spittin' up here, but y'all already know that's what camels do Ay, but hey, look Rex, look Rex You little pussy, you talked about the Arcane shit Y'all remember the Arcane shit? I went to King of the Dot, they got me for that thang I was tryin' to get that necklace back 'Cause I was exposin' a fraudulent Arcane But now that it happened, me and you got somethin' in common that's the same, 'cause we both got robbed for our Dot chains It's "Dot chains," faggot! You supposed to be fuckin' confident right now, why you twitchin' You supposed to be this tall, enormous, all ferocious Carnivorous dinosaur that grew up in the Harlem forest But what you show us against Puffy That you would suck his dick for as long Cîroc endorses He gave him that long range top notch performance Porn star blowjob before us The way you gave Puffy that long neck You ain't a T-Rex, you a fuckin' Brontosaurus! He ain't a Bad Boy, that's just his fuckin' disguise This mothafucka, 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 suck Puffy nuts for the prize Staring at Aye Verb up to the balcony up to the sky It looked like you got Mased in the face 'Cause you were hella lookin' Puffy in the eyes You be ridin' his dick, ridin' Diddy, he right back at his spot DIddy was like, "Yo, try havin' this shot of this pineapple Cîroc!" And Rex was like… "Nah, I don't want that." He's like, "What? I supply that from the cock!" And he was like, "Mmm, matter fact, I'd actually like that a lot!" Yo, come on, Diddy! Fuck it, y'all gettin' mad now I'ma switch it up 'cause I'm on fuckin' Smack now I'ma fuckin' go crazy 'cause I'm finally on Smack now And if he got a problem with it, Rex gon' get smacked down This mothafucka's talkin' about his lil' homie's .40 Glock But if I talk about shit I own, that's long metal arms like RoboCop When we go to war, that's like Covert Ops I'm loadin' up like 40 shots And a fully-automatic M4 with a customized fold in stock I'm showin' up to your local spot And I'm turning it to a massacre at a donut shop When I get to clappin' so many New Yorker cops It'll look like I'm tryin' to take Christopher Donors spot With this knife… You guys think I would give a fuck if you booed? Y'all already knew I won't stutter Why would I feel bad? This crowd is so fuckin' crazy They'd probably boo their own mother Shit, but I'ma snap back You jacked the formula me and DNA was doin' You saw we was on the Internet, that's how we gathered hype 'Cause we was gettin' mad views We were livin' an active battle rapping life It's fucking 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 stripes Well, this is like the beginning of Jurassic Park, 'cause all you needed was a little DNA to bring that T-Rex back to life Your man K-Shine hermaphrodite He be actin' like he don't be pullin' up at the traffic light Hollerin' at the trannies like Eddie Murphy "Bitch, hurry up and hop on the back of this bike!" And you know that shit's true rappin', because Mook's laughin' Is that you rappin'? That's your crew snappin' Oh, I don't wanna get back at you, dog 'Cause you looking at me like some type of bitch I heard about that shit You outside of Queen of the fucking 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 Shine 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 motherfuckers that you ridin' 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 shit 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'aII gon' be snappin' I mean we been standin' here for hours We gotta do this, we gotta get it off now Fuck you, you looking at me like you ain't know that you lost now Fuck you, put your bottle of water down Or that empty cup that drop now If I had some change, I'd throw it in your cup at your bum-ass now It's over now, I'm the extinction level event That be killin' these raptors History repeats itself, we just livin' 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 killed by Dizaster!
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