[Round 1: CORTEZ]
See I’m a force to be reckoned with
By the way I’m reckless when I’m wrecking shit
You see I stress emphasis with penmanship
That’s how I gain my leverage quick, but you...
See with you it seems like
You want that acceptance from these set of Crips
But honestly I don’t think they respect yo shit
Why? Yo Day, this nigga ever let a TEC go rip?
Cop work, step or whip to make it stretch or flip?
Bitch you ain’t ever mess with shit
You wouldn’t move work
If ya name was Tsu Surf you couldn’t mess with bricks
Honestly but he wanna front to me like
“Yo Cor real talk I’m on the block, I got that extra shit
That special whip” Oh word? Bless me then
But I swear don’t cross me, I can’t buy bullshit
And if I do I’m a ex a diz (Exodus), wait a minute
Cross, swear, bible, exodus, nigga…
Realize who the fuck you messin’ with
What y'all brang the spirit of jihad to the exorcist
Right now we in that scene where that neck get twist
Shit I told you I’m a squeeze fo’s, I reload and click
I put a rip in that shirt, nigga that’s cheap clothes
In this battle you gettin’ all stepped on like cheap blow
But if he swing I dip and steal second; Pete Rose
I told you don’t try this shit cuz I can try with wits
To match anybody in their prime that spits
Bitch that goes for the Pun of ’99 even the mind of Fif
When he wrote Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ and his life just switched
Combined with the lines from 'Kiss …. Ahh fuck, I fucked up that line
I’m sick, wait a minute, no… you know I ain’t gon try ya shit
Let me see what it rhymes with Diz
Wait … y’all wanna know what else rhymes with ummm… line with Diz? Uhhh.. I don’t know but uhhh..
Low life sack pile of shit crying bitch
That wants to act like he freestyles like “I’m Diz, I don’t write my shit”
Lies! Nigga we ain’t blind, we can all see you can’t freestyle a lick
But if you did then why them lines got lapped within time with Smith?
That’s preposterous, you could freestyle but why’d you stop and shit?
I mean that’s why I get paid to jot my shit like, like...
It’s Cortez, Murder Ave doggies, I got nines equipped
On each side of hip by my thighs ready to ride so I
So I fire quick, the toolie airing
Like Charlie Chaplin movies; that’s a silent clip
I can size him quick, one pop that stomach's shot
And sides get ripped, nigga you brag every fucking battle
And boost yourself up like you’re the guy, “the shit”
You probably remove ya own rib just to suck ya own dick
But honestly it’s like I’m tired of these lies
And recently with the rhymes you been on the decline
And every line has dipped like the 9/11 United Airlines descent
From when your stupid ass Arab cousins fucked up Bin Laden’s plans
And couldn’t fly his shit
But honestly, like silence, shhh! I got to have me the room
They said unlimited against you?
Nah I ain’t stupid I got to have me some rules
You tried exposing Arcane too but you still happened to lose?
Oh I get it, you’re a snitch and ya scared of doing time
You’re Sammy Da Bull
Now let’s talk about that battle, they took ya chain
You tried to buy some time, you spazzing
All erratic and dramatic
Like a fiend who only had nine and couldn’t buy him a dime
Off one hit, woooh! I’m Diz I’m lit, yeahhh now I can write some rhymes
Damn right it makes sense cuz if it’s Arcane/our cane he’s gonna buy some lines
Scrap’s a sucka but you actin’ tougher
I’ll bitch slap the bitch out the bitch you came out of
Nigga that’s ya mother! And I’m sorry that that fucking old hag has to suffer
But it’s ironic, I could kill with personals
But she gon still have to dig dirt ‘til ya casket’s under
So like I said, don’t worry if I’m top tier, dummy
It ain’t gon matter LA, long as I keep getting this top tier money
Bang bang…
See I’m a force to be reckoned with
By the way I’m reckless when I’m wrecking shit
You see I stress emphasis with penmanship
That’s how I gain my leverage quick, but you...
See with you it seems like
You want that acceptance from these set of Crips
But honestly I don’t think they respect yo shit
Why? Yo Day, this nigga ever let a TEC go rip?
Cop work, step or whip to make it stretch or flip?
Bitch you ain’t ever mess with shit
You wouldn’t move work
If ya name was Tsu Surf you couldn’t mess with bricks
Honestly but he wanna front to me like
“Yo Cor real talk I’m on the block, I got that extra shit
That special whip” Oh word? Bless me then
But I swear don’t cross me, I can’t buy bullshit
And if I do I’m a ex a diz (Exodus), wait a minute
Cross, swear, bible, exodus, nigga…
Realize who the fuck you messin’ with
What y'all brang the spirit of jihad to the exorcist
Right now we in that scene where that neck get twist
Shit I told you I’m a squeeze fo’s, I reload and click
I put a rip in that shirt, nigga that’s cheap clothes
In this battle you gettin’ all stepped on like cheap blow
But if he swing I dip and steal second; Pete Rose
I told you don’t try this shit cuz I can try with wits
To match anybody in their prime that spits
Bitch that goes for the Pun of ’99 even the mind of Fif
When he wrote Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ and his life just switched
Combined with the lines from 'Kiss …. Ahh fuck, I fucked up that line
I’m sick, wait a minute, no… you know I ain’t gon try ya shit
Let me see what it rhymes with Diz
Wait … y’all wanna know what else rhymes with ummm… line with Diz? Uhhh.. I don’t know but uhhh..
Low life sack pile of shit crying bitch
That wants to act like he freestyles like “I’m Diz, I don’t write my shit”
Lies! Nigga we ain’t blind, we can all see you can’t freestyle a lick
But if you did then why them lines got lapped within time with Smith?
That’s preposterous, you could freestyle but why’d you stop and shit?
I mean that’s why I get paid to jot my shit like, like...
It’s Cortez, Murder Ave doggies, I got nines equipped
On each side of hip by my thighs ready to ride so I
So I fire quick, the toolie airing
Like Charlie Chaplin movies; that’s a silent clip
I can size him quick, one pop that stomach's shot
And sides get ripped, nigga you brag every fucking battle
And boost yourself up like you’re the guy, “the shit”
You probably remove ya own rib just to suck ya own dick
But honestly it’s like I’m tired of these lies
And recently with the rhymes you been on the decline
And every line has dipped like the 9/11 United Airlines descent
From when your stupid ass Arab cousins fucked up Bin Laden’s plans
And couldn’t fly his shit
But honestly, like silence, shhh! I got to have me the room
They said unlimited against you?
Nah I ain’t stupid I got to have me some rules
You tried exposing Arcane too but you still happened to lose?
Oh I get it, you’re a snitch and ya scared of doing time
You’re Sammy Da Bull
Now let’s talk about that battle, they took ya chain
You tried to buy some time, you spazzing
All erratic and dramatic
Like a fiend who only had nine and couldn’t buy him a dime
Off one hit, woooh! I’m Diz I’m lit, yeahhh now I can write some rhymes
Damn right it makes sense cuz if it’s Arcane/our cane he’s gonna buy some lines
Scrap’s a sucka but you actin’ tougher
I’ll bitch slap the bitch out the bitch you came out of
Nigga that’s ya mother! And I’m sorry that that fucking old hag has to suffer
But it’s ironic, I could kill with personals
But she gon still have to dig dirt ‘til ya casket’s under
So like I said, don’t worry if I’m top tier, dummy
It ain’t gon matter LA, long as I keep getting this top tier money
Bang bang…
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