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[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
Which I 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…
[Round 1: DIZASTER]
Let’s talk about the dough you cost us Pocohantas
I’ll be more than honest
I heard he was asking for a lot of money for this battle
Like he said, that top tier money he was trying to get over on us
He had the nerve to tell King Of The Dot he deserved … 400 dollars
You be clowning me like I don’t freestyle
Of course I freestyle bitch, heck no!
You came all the way out here to battle on the Fresh Coast
Dressed up like you dancing for techno
I got a question Cortez tho…
Where the fuck did the other half of your vest go?
Y’all see this shit? This mothafucker why would he even test?
He thought he could do good if he crosses from East to West
And all he had to do was to come here wearing Conceited’s vest
Shut the fuck up you stupid sucker
Now he’s doing this and his hands are shaking just like his mother
When I fuck her, man I’m beating that pussy up, Daddy’s home
That’s the song to the Usher, oh!
When I release this heat I give your mother my holy dick
That’s a Jesus Piece, if it’s a problem let’s go then
I’m the type of guy that’ll hop out in a road jam like Popeye
Anchor my arms and pop open that whole can
That’ll teach Murder Ave not to mess with the Zohan
Oh, it’s the abominable snowman
This battle gon feel worst than squabbing with Conan
After he learned Super Saiyan combos from Gohan
And like Goro from Mortal Kombat he also has four hands, no!
I ain’t taking a loss here to no man
You got murked by Conceited, oh you forgot that I know fam
You got murdered by a SON (sun) then had a meltdown
You frosty the snowman
I walk up to the top of ya porch and walk through the door
Grab ya little toddler by his throat glands
And kick him down 12 steps like an alcoholic anonymous program
But aye let’s go slow then, let’s slow it down
Cuz I don’t gotta let it blam man, his teeth is fucked up
He need to get a dental plan
And someone tell him “CHILL!” I’ll slap the shit out of Gloria Estefan
My bad homie, I almost hit you with the lefty hand better yet the right
Man I’ll let the fuckin’ shit expand man, I get it crackin’ I’ll let it blam
I was born with the cannon connected to my hand like MegaMan
Yo yo you lettin’ me go like he did
The mechanism got a cooling system on it with an extra fan
To cock it back I gotta charge it, charge it, charge it
Then I spark it just like MegaMan, I’m a boss on all levels
Just like MegaMan, I put my enemies faces inside of boxes
Just like MegaMan
I got big balls when I shoot, like a fully charged up Megaman
Then I charge it, charge it, charge it, and let it bam
Get ya top covered in all metal just like Megaman
Cortez doggie, stop trying to get wild
I love how you did that impression right there
That was the first time you sounded like yourself in awhile
Cortez, I headlined in a fucking event where you weren’t even invited
I mean what have you done? I mean who the fuck are you kid?
They had me in the streets of NY, I was all over the place like Whoo Kid
Yeah, they had me headline an event, they never did that for you, kid
I mean it’s funny how you the apple farmer but I went to NY
And took a bite out of the big apple before you did
Marked out! Accepting this battle was your biggest mistake
You’re like a counterfeit bill, when I shine the light on you
You get stripped for that water, mark
I can tell whether you real or you fake
Out here this is LA, this is where real killers hang
Gorillas get ate, let me reiterate, now we drownded in your water
Just like Crystal Lake, this bitch I fucking incinerate
Bodies get whipped up in a body submission
Alternated these bars that I hit ‘em with are way beyond comprehension
He’s like a fucking one arm retarded midget
Trying to get in the ring and box with Riddick
I mean this is like a small body Honda Civic
Trying to horse around with a Maserati engine
And next round I’m a bring it all back like Scottie Pippen
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