[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I said fuck the coin toss
'Cause no matter what I was gonna go first
Not to set the tone, just so the fans at home ain't gotta fast forward through yo' verse
Nah, we both agreed that this is charity
We gon' save the big shit for the big bread
We made a pact, but he ain't believe me
He like, "Did you mean what you just said?"
I said I put that on my grandma life
But what he don't know is both my grandmothers been dead
Nigga, the manuscript I erased it
Your battleship I done sank it
I ain't Canibus, with the banana clip I go ape shit
I said a silencer I throw on a vert
When I'm goin' to squirt, it sound like, "Whoooo…"
They don't know if I'm goin' berserk or throwin' a Nerf
Nigga, play 'Pac, all they'll find is the hair and bone
Once you became Public Enemy I was welcome to tear a dome
The way you've been actin', I could tell what you clearly on
My Basic Instinct tell me you and Lush sharin' stones
I said, I'm not being sarcastic when I say you be hatin' the least
New York niggas never hate [...]— [stumbles]
I said look
I said I ain't being sarcastic when I say you be hatin' the least
New York niggas never hate L.A. battle rappers
They just say that you weak
Look, I ain't even gonna build this up and take a few weeks
My point is, you Muslim, you still gotta pray to the east
And he tried to make a face
He was like, "Oh, Hollow fucked up," that's absurd, nigga
I stumbled on purpose to show y'all I'm back on that syrup, nigga
I said, but I'm more cold
A lost soul like the video on "Crossroads"
I wanna see flesh and bone 'cause I'm crazy with a heavy shotty
I get busy, you better hope I'm gonna miss everybody
Nigga, in any category, this cat is gory
Tell my killer, "Bring his Adam's Apple to me
I don't wanna hear him rap a story."
So I ran a play, went Madden on him
I was quiet brother, went Malice on him
And I'm screamin', "Are his vocals in yet!?": I went Khaled on him
I said, at any other time, I got the 7 in the left
The old Lamar: the K Dot him, I'm straight bombin'
I see 4's (C4's) out of nowhere: that's Jay's album
Nigga I'm mad, we had to do a surprise battle
'Cause you ain't never get with Math
I should stand up here and rap for an hour and a half
So he got enough time to drive here and kick yo' ass
Now, since he talkin' all that shit
This the part where I freestyle, I have to outshine you
You got gangsters but you're not a gangster
Must I have to remind you?
Oh, now you tough 'cause you got nigga that get Aktive behind you
Should I cook his squad or should I keep goin' on him?
I said we all remember the nerd, that Cali Eminem from the 'burbs
That tried to get in the door, ran into a Locksmith
And couldn't remember a word
This Dizaster, the autistic rapper
That'll forget his whole round if he gets distracted
He can hear a cell phone ring while it's in your jacket
This Dizaster, "I'll take your bitch, rape your bitch in a fake relationship, then take a trip and make a diss with Jadakiss and—"
I hate that shit
Real niggas, we lookin' for the punch, we like, "C'mon with it!"
And he avoiding bails, jumping bars: that's a run-on sentence
Bro, that's because you battle the damn most
This ain't me being cocky when I say you'll literally battle a damn goat
Bro, you battled everybody in King of the Dot, except for the damn h—
BRO, YOU EVEN BATTLED THE DAMN HOST!
Bro, you battled a lot
If it wasn't for King of the Dot
And you was on your own (Rone), you'd be nameless (Knamelis)
Dizaster would be an Aftershock
I took this battle 'cause I'm tired of watchin' old footage of Tay Tay sayin' he'll blast the Glock
I mean with all the pipe lines I'm surprised you're still standing, Roc
I said, Dizaster, Dizaster
I said bro, you did a battle in Texas that was so bad
You and Lil' Flip never talked about it after it happened
I mean and you claim you be international swaggin'
To me you're a kamikaze
Your soul has been sold in L.A. more than a hot tamale
Nigga, this is— don't get beside yourself bro, I'm pullin' out a body
L.O.M.
I said fuck the coin toss
'Cause no matter what I was gonna go first
Not to set the tone, just so the fans at home ain't gotta fast forward through yo' verse
Nah, we both agreed that this is charity
We gon' save the big shit for the big bread
We made a pact, but he ain't believe me
He like, "Did you mean what you just said?"
I said I put that on my grandma life
But what he don't know is both my grandmothers been dead
Nigga, the manuscript I erased it
Your battleship I done sank it
I ain't Canibus, with the banana clip I go ape shit
I said a silencer I throw on a vert
When I'm goin' to squirt, it sound like, "Whoooo…"
They don't know if I'm goin' berserk or throwin' a Nerf
Nigga, play 'Pac, all they'll find is the hair and bone
Once you became Public Enemy I was welcome to tear a dome
The way you've been actin', I could tell what you clearly on
My Basic Instinct tell me you and Lush sharin' stones
I said, I'm not being sarcastic when I say you be hatin' the least
New York niggas never hate [...]— [stumbles]
I said look
I said I ain't being sarcastic when I say you be hatin' the least
New York niggas never hate L.A. battle rappers
They just say that you weak
Look, I ain't even gonna build this up and take a few weeks
My point is, you Muslim, you still gotta pray to the east
And he tried to make a face
He was like, "Oh, Hollow fucked up," that's absurd, nigga
I stumbled on purpose to show y'all I'm back on that syrup, nigga
I said, but I'm more cold
A lost soul like the video on "Crossroads"
I wanna see flesh and bone 'cause I'm crazy with a heavy shotty
I get busy, you better hope I'm gonna miss everybody
Nigga, in any category, this cat is gory
Tell my killer, "Bring his Adam's Apple to me
I don't wanna hear him rap a story."
So I ran a play, went Madden on him
I was quiet brother, went Malice on him
And I'm screamin', "Are his vocals in yet!?": I went Khaled on him
I said, at any other time, I got the 7 in the left
The old Lamar: the K Dot him, I'm straight bombin'
I see 4's (C4's) out of nowhere: that's Jay's album
Nigga I'm mad, we had to do a surprise battle
'Cause you ain't never get with Math
I should stand up here and rap for an hour and a half
So he got enough time to drive here and kick yo' ass
Now, since he talkin' all that shit
This the part where I freestyle, I have to outshine you
You got gangsters but you're not a gangster
Must I have to remind you?
Oh, now you tough 'cause you got nigga that get Aktive behind you
Should I cook his squad or should I keep goin' on him?
I said we all remember the nerd, that Cali Eminem from the 'burbs
That tried to get in the door, ran into a Locksmith
And couldn't remember a word
This Dizaster, the autistic rapper
That'll forget his whole round if he gets distracted
He can hear a cell phone ring while it's in your jacket
This Dizaster, "I'll take your bitch, rape your bitch in a fake relationship, then take a trip and make a diss with Jadakiss and—"
I hate that shit
Real niggas, we lookin' for the punch, we like, "C'mon with it!"
And he avoiding bails, jumping bars: that's a run-on sentence
Bro, that's because you battle the damn most
This ain't me being cocky when I say you'll literally battle a damn goat
Bro, you battled everybody in King of the Dot, except for the damn h—
BRO, YOU EVEN BATTLED THE DAMN HOST!
Bro, you battled a lot
If it wasn't for King of the Dot
And you was on your own (Rone), you'd be nameless (Knamelis)
Dizaster would be an Aftershock
I took this battle 'cause I'm tired of watchin' old footage of Tay Tay sayin' he'll blast the Glock
I mean with all the pipe lines I'm surprised you're still standing, Roc
I said, Dizaster, Dizaster
I said bro, you did a battle in Texas that was so bad
You and Lil' Flip never talked about it after it happened
I mean and you claim you be international swaggin'
To me you're a kamikaze
Your soul has been sold in L.A. more than a hot tamale
Nigga, this is— don't get beside yourself bro, I'm pullin' out a body
L.O.M.
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