Dizaster vs. Cortez

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 tech 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 (Brixx)

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…

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 Mom

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

Round 2

Cortez

Congrats he freestyled, nigga… where do you go from here?

I mean you beat Rex, you beat Canibus, nigga no one cares

That’s why with one line I can easily close careers

Cuz when I snapback I’m a place caps that can fit over here

No, snapback, caps, fit, over hair, nigga that’s word play

I told y’all today it’d be more than lyrics

But I wouldn’t kid around like abortion clinics

Bitch you are lost, a gimmick

What you fucking trying to be hard to impress me or what?

Force an image? That gangsta act a have you M I A

Cuz nobody’s buying it like Dolphin tickets

I told Smack, I told Organik and I’m a tell you Lush

If y’all pay me right, shit I’m rappin’ real

But if y’all let him act I’m a steal shots, no camera reel

Bitch I’m in yo hood but guess what, them tools, they ain’t power drills

We bustin’ all night, til the morning after, I gotta peel (pill)

Bust all night, morning, after, got a pill

This is what happens when you battling a G who’s bout it, real

But I heard he in the streets, I said, “shit, you got that work?”

Let’s meet on the first, but I got the scoop he’s a family man

So I’m a stick ‘em for the cheese and the work

I get ya daughter tied up, so when I’m squeezing she murk

But since y’all plan(t) to grow I just put ya seed in the dirt

Wait a minute, speaking of dirt you called me an apple farmer last round

And my feelings were hurt, but I guess since I’m from the rotten APPLE

You’d think I’d be easy Pickens, and you plan(t) to pocket

But I’m raising (RAISON) two pairs (PEARS) that can arrange
(ORANGE) and bury (BERRY) you unless them GRAPES can SQUASH it

That’s nonsense, but now I’m in his crib with the metal 8

I round up, I heard you got the weight, I’m riled up

I slide up, 9’s bust, and took the keys from him like designated drivers

I get ya side cut, heat fired, but that four piece can make ya sheep tail

No bo peep so re(tire) before you end up with a slow leak

Wait a minute, you must’ve thought I fell off or something nigga

What possum? This the biggest threat

You caught a nigga sleepin’? You right, on ya bitch’s bed

But as for that bitch, yeah she a groupie

As for that bitch, you know, yeah she a groupie

Babies be popping out her mouth like the Alien movie

Fuck it, I’m airing a uzi til I get respect

I keep banging, and keep bangin’, and keep bangin’, and keep bangin’

Til that chrome jam and it disconnect

I’m dishing to the silverware with no kitchen set

Bitch, ya inefficient you’ve missed a step

Another guppy I got wrapped tight in his fish's net

So now fuck it I get him stretched, I’m ending ‘em all

To get ya whole team homi’d when I sever (Sevah) ya dogs

You push weight? Nah nigga you wait (weight) round like medicine balls

With that shotty could spill guts like he tellin’ it all

Nah that was cool, I can better that bar

But when I ang ya, think Jenga

I’m a bring the block out and make everything fall

Dizaster

Oh man I came to let your fucking noose hang like Hussein

Every other week you’re with your Murder Ave crew gang

And it’s another fucking color that you claim

Colors constantly switching like mood rings, oh

Is it the red or the yellow or the fucking blue that you claim?

Come to LA see nothing but telephone cords and dangling shoe strings

Don’t press me

You’ll swear we’ll throw your kicks in the air quicker than Liu Kang

Shit is too strange

When you see Cortez become a fucking victim on the food chain

After a few swings from this bat, man I’m like Bruce Wayne

Hey, he remind me of 2 Chainz, but when we grew up it’s Wu-Tang

He moved to Gucci Mane, me and him don’t be moving the same

You got signed to Universal, they couldn’t even move you man

If they can’t then who can do it, shit

They gave you Kanye, The Roots, they push you to Lupe music

Signed you under a huge label you still couldn’t move 8 units

I’m like, this is doomsday

I’m the dude that murdered Canibus before you saw Cool J do it

So pay homage student before I treat you like Texas music

Grab the back of ya fucking head with a blade and go screw face to it

Don’t think I got dudes from Baltimore the size of the dude Ray Lewis

That’ll shoot at ya toupee, put two blades thru it

Hop out of a huge grey Buick letting the tool spray

Blood on ya new J’s, it’s you baste in ya own Kool Aid fluid

It’s Murder Ave and I’m back again

I have him feeling like he on Smack again

Yeah, I latch on him, I come with that ratch’ when I snap on him

Treat him like parachute divers that’s how I’m a put that straps on ‘em

This little fucking bitch, I’ll fucking straight jump on him

He act like a asshole, these fist like Hemorrhoids

They’ll leave him with lumps on ‘em

Yeah, I already told you last time, you will die

Don’t fight with me motherfucker everyone in ya crew will cry

Cuz I ain’t fight fair I fire cans I’m like Iron Man

I’m gonna let the steal fly and we gon’ keep on getting crackin’

That shit gon get crazy, right? Now wait for this action

No it’s slow action, I put four thru the door of your Volkswagen

I’ll John Doe toe tag ‘em or soul clap him

I’ll leave him bleeding with his foot off the brake

Sit on the front lawn and watch him car roll passing

This can be another Sandy disaster bring the weather forecast in

There’s hurricanes, more fast winds, you poke out ya Pinocchio

I’ll Bo Jackson ya little nose back in

Round 3

Cortez

I think they all know this the round

When I’m gon roll out that hearse for you

Straight to the point, round two, let’s get personal

Scarlett Pain, Scarlett Pain, that name ring a bell?

When you dated a porn star, but honestly ain’t nothing wrong with that

Shit besides the fact that every other nigga arched her back

But I heard y’all had plenty things in common though

I mean y’all made careers on the camera, y’all both receive lots of hype

Y’all both sell yourself cheap, y’all both known for rockin’ mics

But on the real she got tired of this shit and she split

See he was heated, she was out suckin’ dick

He was beefing with his treats in

But the way you called out Me, Hollow and Jin

I know you learned a lot from us I swear I couldn’t believe it

Cuz you had more niggas in yo mouth than she did

You starving nigga thirsty to get wins all gassed

Ehhh… it was all indigestion, no, all gas indigestion

No all gassed to digest who? Jin?

Nigga he ain’t even poppin’ bruh, and on the real why you feelin’ (?)

You blame Lush and GrindTime like

“Cortez I can’t capitalize,

Can you get me to battle Head ICE or any other black guy?”

In ’09 you said any other black guy

And it’s motives like that that give battle rap a black eye

You thirsty for a race joke, goddamn get him help

Cuz being that racist is a disaster within itself

That’s why I can’t look at him

I could look you in the eyes and tell you don’t know struggle

Fuckin’ up the work with the wrong weight and it won’t double

Look at me son, this pop I bare (papa bear) won’t hug you

That’s how I can look you in the eyes and tell you don’t know struggle

Fuckin’ up the work with the wrong chef and it won’t double

Look at me son, this pop I bare (papa bear) won’t hug you

Over beans you’ll get taken out this ring like divorce couples

Nigga fuck you and ya goons, oh word y’all clap shit?

Well tell ya moms to suck my dick, fuck the rap shit

And as for his pops, I heard he a G and he hold that tool

He put his mom on the strip and made her sell that cooch

For a prayer rug and Halaal food, shit you get the slow neck too

They come/cum off the top like your battle with No Can Do

This yo clique? Get the fif’, I hit the strip, two twins

Born to assist bitch, Cliff and Chris

It’s ironic when I dump, you get the shit

Look, I’m forreal/Pharell I’m with the Clips(e)

That’ll have you and ya little bitch under covers like Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Dizaster

You said I don’t roll with real goons, bitch you roll with goof troops

Comin’ on stage with ya NASA fucking moon boots

I will kill you for those 2 views

You just a little fucking bitch I use for YouTube

I’ll scar you with large incisions; I’ll take a sharp ass ninja star

Then carve it into his cardio section blocking off all entrance of oxygen

Thru ya vocal box, carve needle, drop within seconds, no

The clocks tickin’ if I’m not high I’m always trippin’

I’ll grab the sharpest object I can find from a Benihana kitchen

And get the choppin’ til both of his legs and arms are missing

Like Jeffrey Dahmer’s victims

I’ll rob his crib and take his baby mama hostage with ‘em

And make her sit there and watch me kill him

While she’s hogtied backwards in a frog position

You faggots, told y’all to listen! Now I’m a take her vocal box and slit it

With a Vega claw arm extension leave both they heads chopped off

And they body’s twitching

Like they had Muhammad Ali syndrome all up in ‘em

I’ll show up to his block to get em, get his body injected with toxic venom

If Cortez loves his bodyguard he can get bodied with ‘em

Like Princess Diana’s car collision

I turn my back on this little bitch, I twist his cap and

He get killed in the midst of action

Get beat like you grew up with the Jacksons

Side kicked ya hip then smashed it til you walk with a cane like

Mr. Chaplin, let’s get it crackin’ I’ll run up on him and Men in Black ‘em

That mean I’ll pull out the metal strip and flash him

That’ll erase everything that happened after the Smith is blastin’

I will body Cortez and the clique that backs him

Put his boys underneath his box like an Instagram picture caption

He’ll think this is funny, I don’t see nobody with you laughing

We could say fuck this battle, let’s get to scrappin’

Knuckle up, I’ll start swingin’ at him like Jimmy Hatton

I’ll hit em with a spinning dragon kick to his chin til it spins
him backwards

I’ll fucking clip him like a ninja assassin

I’m not the type of cat you wanna interact with

Interact with me and get ya head completely disattached

So quickly that your body will start screaming for me to give it back

The instant that it happens!

I’m like the magician mixed with a little bit of Aladdin

Cuz I can snap my fingers and turn ya bitch into Jasmine

She swallow my dick and…

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