[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!)
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!)
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