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Dizaster vs. Saynt LA
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Dizaster
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You damn near cried cause your gay slurs wouldn't be televised In Inglewood, a dude said the f-word and then he died f**k Twitch, on Manchester you better say never mind I'm from Inglewood, I don't give a f**k about Lebanon There's weapons flying, we got guns so big you need both hands And you can load it with the unexploaded missiles found in your homeland See, me and Reece opened the Grand Prix and we was fighting I've been punching since the opening scene, like Leonidas The difference with me is I won't repeat a mistake twice So you can best belief, tonight Leonidas done got his aim right, Xerxes Why is it a persian to murk me when I've been purgin'? My enemies lay in dirt, where the earth be As the kings watch from above they don't ever wanna try me Cause they know on that walk down, they'd be stepping over bodies But you don't think that I could kill you cause I'm fifty seats below you f**k how high you are, you know that I can see you when I smoke you, that's elevation You best bring your best or be devastated, yeah Saynt forsees a godly disaster, that's revelation I've never hated, conversate to God Now, I ain't said to make it to my final destination Dizaster can catch me later You was tellin' Hays about the Doppler effect That sh*t was trash, you spit it fast Then was mad when the trash didn't get reaction But in this instance that was when your pen and pad reflected the style you really rap with Cause your simple patterns do have the Doppler effect, we can predict Dizaster Nobody's punched you so I'm here to tell you your last jaw You brushed A off but to brake the camel's back, I'll be the last straw Cause you paint pictures with straight filler and that ain't divinism arts When I can paint a picture in two lines, that's fine art It's outdated to paint pictures when writing, they did in Egypt Today I'm teaching you a new way to write, like the Phoenicians The old Saynt was a demon and I'm praying my soul's safe But I'm in a ring with a star, all I see is the gold face But wait, that's fake news, cause for me to convey you, is Lucifer a straight stupid? You would think a saint knew that the devil can make music And that's a fact, if you do got slaps, you don't talk about it sh*t, we haven't seen disasters on tracks, just the Boston bombing Big shame, that's a banger you could fill up in your chest Like Frank Lucas piano, it's an instrument of death You always rap about some terrorist sh*t, and I don't like it This dude's committed to Isis, like Osiris And you rap great but just carried this league until your back brake Shoutout to you, but in this tourney today is your last day Then, after this, Twitch gon shut this down at a fast pace I smoke you then King of the Dot gon have a blackface He just capped and said I finessed Finesse, that's not a fact They ain't paid me sh*t so y'all must have been talking behind my back But I'm a turban stretcher, [?] Islamist for murder weapons To turn against the man whose slurs turn him into an urban legend Yeah, Saynt don't play because you built your whole name off race So it seems the Grand Prix was the perfect setting since the '90s, when I had just popped out the damn belly You been on this race sh*t for three generations, like the Andrettis And I ain't done [?] shinin' it up and it's his firing stuff Watching my neighbours catch bodies like Shia LaBeouf And now it's time for the clutch, I ain't fearing thing Why? Cause tonight it's just us here in this ring They f**k with me cause when I speak my message is no different But I tailor my word just for you, I'm code-switching It's like we speak the same language but you writin' generic sh*t With me the rhymes are connected like I'm writing in Arabic The 90 got him thinking why would he try me He ain't know I could draw down, like I'm writing in Chinese You lost to Oxxxy but if that was me, I'd smoke some Like Call of Duty, I kill crowds, I ain't losing to no Russian Cause I don't rap about intestines and guts, I like bars And we know you got that sick sh*t covered, like SARS Plus, you think Coronavirus' a lie and I ain't mad at you But if you get Coronavirus and die, then I'mma laugh at you sh*t, I'm at risk, but this' a battle for a massive title And you might just be contagious the way Frak went viral But he is Middle-Eastern, where the mask came with bullets But not the Sarin so everytime he sees a mask he gotta get hot and bothered But you can ask your smartphone, the science is common knowledge Even Syria tell you, the mask is not the problem Against the dudes, he tend to reveal there's a bigot in him You crack a black joke, nobody react, he get in his feelings Look at the camera, in his mind he say: "these dudes tripping" On god you a cancer, tell me how is that sh*t in your toolkit That's toxic Dizaster, how you get mad when they don't cheer no bullsh*t That ain't crippin' So f**k that dude, you claim MAGA, ain't the mind a terrible thing to waste? sh*t, things happen, if it's f**k black lives than I'mma show you your brain matter in straight splatters MAGA man don't stand a chance with the taliban Chrome Eagle, we can both show people our platinum plan f**king maggot, you been robbing the people and we f**kin' had it And it's f**kin' tragic, small business is dying, the game's tough So when Dizaster killed the Family Man, I blame Trump On god, how anybody like this b*t*h is amazing, I got bars It looked like Trump threw the kids in them cages Build the what? Man, I should headshot him for assault Like the Persian from 300, get a body for a wall So this is what a god-tier battle should feel like Money well-spent, I win, the collective gets build right Shoutout to WTG, they put me on cause my punches is real nice Shoutout to Death Certificate, they put me on cause my punches hit in real life So you can't question me, you ain't gon win but you get the best of me He said to Geechi won't concede if things don't go as expected He's gon losing then start tweeting about a stolen election But the people already know he's a legend, what's not clear? Why complain about a stolen election? That's how you got here So I suggest you keep your rap in this ring or I can fight you You'll lose your teeth, leave 2 out of 32, just like the finals Yes, every punch at your neck, f**k around and get paralized, like Sean Connery Cause if I'mma swing I'mma go Barry Bonds I'm causing pain while I'm having some fun, it's all a game He threw a punch, I seen it first and ducked, I'm in the hall of fame Like a good barber, cause to me it ain't sh*t for a quick fade Plus, I got reach so I create space, like the Big Bang And you describe the hood to the whites like you been thuggin' for life You just hang in biology just to study the life Cause you try to be black, that's why he and Travis have trust issues Cause you wouldn't so "proud to be back" if SMAC f**ked with you You said "f**k King of the Dot" and you moutherf**kin' lied But their work because the league almost motherf**kin' died But "there's not growth without destruction" and that's a fundamental line Cause disaster and organic need each other to survive See, you could tap in the hood, but you ain't hot in the streets You don't rap with us, probably, don't even know the squad has a league, West Coast Elites Haven't heard a bar from you in the slightest While Geechi seem like the white man how he's fuelin' the riot, that's how you supposed to do it Over the hood you hold no influence, you just take from our culture He do nothing to [?], just like the liquor stores who always harassin' the black students Another Arab gettin' paid off the hood but ain't givin' back to it This ain't your home, so I guess that's something I understand f**k the ghetto, you do it all for the motherland Just like the nail shops and beauty supply where is there to buy It would seem to me the Koreans ain't the only parasites, let me clarify I'm from the hood, this dude here rap for the weirdos So this sh*t you claim you did for the West, it isn't worthy The real LA dudes won't buy it, like Clipper jerseys Yeah, so you can be the best of all time In that world, faceshot, you'll be a dead boat like the Black Pearl If we even think we see him pull up then we clappin' something My dogs bark and birds flyin' at any whiff of Dizaster comin' Shoutout to [?], they ain't just rapping and I like your style They ultraviolet cause they still purple when the lights go out So don't even try to deny it, just admit that's fire You should paint your body blue cause you a big fat liar
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