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When I think of "disaster"
It's a hundred niggas in your
Crib with strange masks
When I think of "disaster"
It's hollows out of the Calico
When the thing blasts
When I think of "disaster"
It's, "Lord, please
Don't let this plane crash"
When I think of "disaster"
The last thing I think about
Is your lame ass! Now, real shit
I probably met your dad before
To keep it a buck
I called a lot of cabs before
Ayy, I'm at his door with the bullshit
I'm a matador r&B singer, I'm tryin' to see
Can he
(Kenny) handle the ladder more (Lattimore)?
Diz', you ain't faced a nigga with
This kind of style before shit get fishy
I'm packin' the can': that's albacore
You'll get jacked, MAC in your face
You doomed my nigga
This shit sing funny: I let
The auto tune a nigga
If you got a problem, speak up
You creep up, I'll knock you out
Then dump water on you to fuck your sleep up
Y'all talk about Diz' ability… well, for him
I don't need much
Special Olympics: I don't think Diz'
Able to keep up!
I'll walk in the spot and say
"Freeze!": that be the chillest one
Nigga, I'll pull or squeeze the cal'
Like I'm milkin' one
Ayy, two pistols on me, I'm concealin' some
And even though the pair
Lies below the waist, i still can run!
Ayy, in this battle shit, I kill for fun
Like run your kid over with the Eclipse
Pull off and reveal your son
I'm talkin' so much damn speed he
Couldn't Dodge a Ram or Impala
It'll be a stampede to see a man bleed
I'll stretch a guy when I'm wavin'
Scope zoom in and out
I exercise when I'm aimin'
I'm the gun bar king
You'll never find a replacement
I'm like the iPhone 10: you
Better recognize who you facin'!
I'm in the best condition
This fella trippin'? The Heckler spittin'
The pipe explode in your mouth like
You got a crystal meth addiction
Niggas that's in the set that's with him
Better have a vest that fit him
I got a ladder hangin' from the
Chopper: this a rescue mission
If I catch you slippin'
This somethin' crucial
I let this micro wave
Ya top get peeled back like a cup of noodles
Swing on me
I do somethin' to you that's fuckin' brutal
Kick your front door in
Raisin' Llamas like your mother used to
I grab your moms, then I follow up with one
I let it cock in her mouth and
She gon' swallow when it come
Clean the evidence off so it's
No problems with the gun
Nick Cannon in Drum Line: I'm
Even polishin' the drum
From BWI to LAX I'm out
Real shit, I'm only here in LA to X him out
If it's problems, the TECs come out
I ain't Math, I'm algebra
They gon' be askin' why I hit
This nigga with X amount!
I can take this off the
Hip and start smokin' Dizaster
Or show up to your crib, gasoline and a SIG
It's about to be a smokin' disaster
But, you know I'm a smoker, Dizaster
So I bury you with the weeds
Cross-breed him with the seeds
And start smokin' Dizaster!
You know what I'm after
I'll take a cleaver and make a bleeder
Docs couldn't stop the damn flow
In a lake with beavers
Think you Jesus? Out of non-believers
I make believers with this inf-red beam
A ray be in Diz' facial features!
The best bet, get your neck snapped
Middle East restaurant: I'll cater shells to
You when the TEC clap
I said that, this a death trap
To get your blood up, I use a towel
A band I pay 'em to leave your head wrapped!
Dead that, or my cannon'll dump
The chopper heavy
I had to pack a stand in the trunk
I leave an Iraqi nigga from
Pakistan in the trunk
You an Eminem fan: I'll literally pack
A Stan in the trunk!

Now hold on, before I even get to these bars
That's some gay gear
Man, that shit look way weird
Look like you cop that shit from Slauson
Swap Meet on your way here
This gon' be a walk in the
Park: Grand Theft Auto on easy
Beasley, I'm the new space odyssey
Mohammad oughta see
You oughta see more bars than Adebisi
If I said how bad he's about to get boxed
You probably won't believe me
Think Dizaster versus Ben Grimm
'Cause, I'm 'bout to body Roc (k) completely!
But, I ain't here to fight with a rookie
Listen, damn they didn't react to that shit
It went right over their heads
Welcome to the left side, the best side
Yes I'm from the Westside
Where death might come
You catch a Colombian Necktie
Wait let me catch my tongue
Let me put this in East Coast
Terms that you can understand
I'll cut your neck wide son
You can talk about carrying straps
On the east all day
But now you fuckin' with Conway
'Cause you gotta deal with this Westside gun!
Yeah, you think I'm playin'? You
Get your face blown off
Owww, I've been patiently waiting
To take your spot a real predator
I ain't gotta be a Muslim in
The middle of Mecca to prey pray on Roc (k)
But before we start
Let's put out all of his stats
Your 2-on-2's with Surf was fire
But that's 'cause we all know he
Probably wrote all of your raps
Down to a chemistry thing
Y'all was not a good match
You had Surf up there lookin' like them
Peasants who built ancient Babylon in Iraq
Because before we seen him get
Locked in chains we
Had to watch him walk around carrying Roc
(k) on his back
Your battle with Rum Nitty though
That was my favorite match
Shit was a major clash
It could've got dangerous fast
So settle the fuck down and
Let me state some facts
Don't play with me like Math
I came to Smack so I can
Hit the stage and rap
So you can save the crazy act
'cause you can get cut now
I ain't Rum Nitty, you try to take my hat
And like Kung Lao it's comin'
With a blade attached
Watch his face get slashed like a Jason mask
Roc, you a buck ten soakin' wet
Who in the fuckin' hell are you yellin' at?
I'll smack you so hard your bobble headed
Neck will hit your chest and back
But he gon' scream "Cave Gang" in my face
See that's the shit I don't like
'Cause it's all hype
We already know that he won't fight
Talkin' all this bat cave to me bullshit like
I don't know what his world like?
Bitch my last name Bin Laden
I've been with this cave
Business my whole life!
I'm about to spaz on him
That's why I don't believe shit he
Say when this man talkin'
Smack got him on cam' flossin' like
He really got racks on him
But a slingshot is the only
Time we ever seen Roc (k) with a band on him
Man this gon' be bad for him
You gon' hit Roc (k) bottom
Name is Tay Roc
What kind of rocks do you bring?
How come Roc never rock any bling?
'Cause we dealin' with a nobody
He don't got any links
The next bar from me is
Gonna be an astronomy thing
You remind me of the planet Saturn
'Cause you gassed up and I'm
'bout to crumble Roc (k) in the ring
You clap toys, I clap asteroids i send Roc
(k) into space, I'll sock Roc in his face
Then I'll take a bunch of rocks
Put 'em in a sock
Then you'll get rocked in his face
You a serial killer? Well
I'm a pyramid builder
'Cause, I got all the right angles to put Roc
(k) in his place
Well y'all probably gettin' sick of
All the Roc name flips
Why? He gon' do the same shit
Except just a buncha Math, King of the Dot
Fuckin' Arabic race shit
Well I knew, I expected it, my pen is greater
So I'ma make this look to
Them out there on the
East like the entertainer done came
Up on a detonator
Fuck this battle! In my head
I'm already at Heaven's Gates
Thinkin' of the 72 virgins I'ma
Have sex with later
You can keep talkin' that race shit
I got somethin' special tailored
So if you say I'm from the
Gaza Strip or I'm Palestinian
It's 'cause puttin' hands on Roc
(k) comes to me as second nature
I pull up on him with the metal flame
And with the Dezi I'm a steady aimer
Bust on him
While he hooked up to the respirator
Put a big cap on his head like Walker
The Texas Ranger
Bitch you could die anywhere on the map
Pick a spot
I'll kill your extended fuckin' family too
And let you connect the dots long blade
I pull it out and do it to
His fuckin core 'til he drops
You gon' see Tay Roc's skinny
Little body go into shock
Pierce through his thick armor
Like King Arthur
Y'all gon' see me pull a sword outta Roc (k)!

Nah, congrats to you for doin' 5, 000
000 view in under a week
Boy, you just as dumb as can be
Oxxxy just gave you all them viewers
And you just gave a fraction of them to me
If I was you, I'd have an attitude
How you lose to a Russian that learned how
To speak English the day he battled you?
Nah, nah, nah, you let a Russian come out to
Your city and run the block son just stop
There's nothin' that nigga coulda
Done with Roc
I woulda been a bartender servin' cheap vodka
I woulda left a Russian shot
If I woulda buck-fifty'd his neck
Belly it's done for Ox
Stop it faggot, this not a classic
I know you seen me shinin' on the last card
The shit I did to Hollow, graphic i pull up
Hop out the van and pop the ratchet
Think Training Day
He got caught by the Russians
And now he gettin' Roc'ed in Traffic
Instantly, you'll be in a
Wheelchair livin' miserably
All brain dead and we gotta
Take you outta your misery
I'll leave a square split down the middle
Line of symmetry
Forensics gotta gather the kid
Up like an assembly
Wait, this who suppose to get rid of me?
Mr multis and Similes is endin'
Me? Are you kiddin' me?
Do y'all know the difference
Between DiGiorno and delivery?
Well Diz' you're not good with delivery
You're Eminem mini-me
You ain't Grape Street
I'll take your flag and throw it
In the air like a penalty
Shout out to Clips 'cause he said
That bar to me in '06
And it ain't effect me 'cause just like you
I'm not no Crip oh, you a gang banger Diz'?
Well tell me somethin'
Did you clap some rival gang members
Did you get jumped in?
As far as Crip knowledge
What the fuck do you know about that?
You out here gettin' all this money, cousin
And you don't even know how to stack
That's how I know you a fake Crip
Bottom line if I woulda said
"You don't know how to stack" to Nitty
He woulda started throwin' all kinds of signs
You fraudin' on that Loc shit
You straight trippin'
You look like Drake in Degrassi
And you fake crippin'
Ayy, the real Crips ain't down wit this sucka
That blue means somethin'
You ain't never put an opp in
The ground for that color
Why you usin' them for protection? Fuck nigga
You might've got your blood drawn
But, you ain't never drawn blood
From a Blood nigga your life sucks
This fake Crip will get knifed up
I'll be at your funeral in that
Famous red Suge Knight tux
You be reppin' Grape Street in your
Raps like you type tough
You battle rap gang bang
You only Crip when you mic'd up
I'll take the Roscoe and paint the wall
With your blood like my name Picasso
Go ape with them bananas clips
I coulda played in Congo hook, a right jab
Left jab then a haymaker follow
I'll box you like Little Caesars
I got a crazy combo
As far as that crazy combo
Your whole head will get split if
I connect with this shit
And I will try to knock
The head off your shit
You be dead as a bitch
I will tie you to a little
Tree on some Confederate shit
Untie you then hang you from a
Bigger tree on some prejudice shit
Why you be sayin' "nigga"?
Oh, oh, oh you think you one of us nigga?
I be the first to tell you if you
Was black you'd be a dumb nigga
I'll take your bitch from you
I have fun wit her, then be done wit her
And I doubt that slut walk after 21 hit her
As far as guns niggas from Oakland
Brought them hammers 'round me
That's somethin' black and silver
Kickin' like Janikowski
I swear my guys too live jewelry store
We linked up with 24K's and nine 25's
Jerk wait, right at your birthplace
You'll get stomped out
Dizaster under my feet like an earthquake
We got eyes on 'em, get out of line
Put 9's on him
It'll go downhill for Dizaster if
Roc slide on him i try to tell him
This is not what he want from me
Battle rap is not a job to me
This shit is fun to me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me
A gun the only thing that get
This job done for me gang shit man!

Aw man, after that round
A friendly disclaimer that I gotta just
Put out: watch your fuckin' mouth!
Don't think 'cause we friends this
Won't result in a fight
'Cause it can still happen
Say anything stupid or do some stupid
Shit while I'm mid rappin'
And I'm sayin' "Fuck all the friend
Shit" and I'm takin' quick action
Get your little grill smashed in with
A fist full of rings
Shit gon' look like Phil
Jackson bitch slapped him
But, I ain't over here tryin' to
Pick a fight with the rookie
I brought the rifle in with me
A short stocky ratchet from Jersey
The 25 is my Snooki why overlook me?
I'm the one they place the bets on
I am the bookie you the Baby Boy
Tyrese of the game tryin' to pick
A fight with a Tookie
Look, I don't think you understand
The rhymin' scheme fully
I got a big 45 in case he
Think of tryin' to push me
Your crew better move together
Like Hugh Hefner
'Cause they better be ready to
Die for this pussy fuck Cave Gang! Truth is
Your whole crew bitch
Your man Ave said we owe you one for Hoffa
Well I'm standing here right now
Saying, "Suck my dick
You ain't gonna do shit!" battle rap friends
Y'all gonna die for your
Fuckin' battle friends? See this is my thing
With these battle friends
They disguise as friends but
What type of friends?
Friends that haven't became rivals yet
Look at what happened with Shine and Rex
All of a sudden all these little guys in sets
'Cause alone they feel like Kevin Spacey
They only pose a minor threat
To come up with those type of rhymes
You gotta be inspired by someone else
You got Cave Gang, Dot Mobb
Tsu Surf be givin' you all kinds of help
And that's the difference between us
I did this all by myself
I don't need help with bars
I'm a Tesla car: I survive
Off the drive it'self!
And I got an unlimited supply, never run dry
The rap game Michael Phelps
What the fuck good is a Gun
Title when the title belt
Is the one title you should be trying to get

You tried to threaten your
Idol with idle threats
You idle around live on set
You'll get these idle hands you trying
Your luck like an Irish elf
Even Math got sat down 'cause he knows
I'm not the guy to test
Wait, ain't no room for no goofy-ass battle
Gangs in the real LA street culture
I know after NWX a lot
Of y'all trying to form
Teams of your own so you don't feel cornered
But, I see through the whole thing
You just puttin' up a smoke
Screen like sober limousine chauffeurs
You scared of being alone 'cause you
Know you're too weak to
Stand on your own two feet
Like a real soldier
From the Marine Corp so you'd rather be
More like a team of WWE warriors
Plus, he from B-More
The leaders of the free world in real form
I bet they throw battle
Rap Cave Gang sleepovers
Where they all huddle up in group
And get to massaging
Brizz Brawsteen's shoulders
He got a cramp there, all on the spot
A certified West Coast steam roller
I'm the Asian guy from The Matrix
The golden key holder
That's pushin' this whole scene forward
But, it's not just me
It's the Geechi Gotti's, the Dre
Vishiss, the Aktive's, the Rum
Nitty's, the B dot's, we breed soldiers
But the way I see it we need order
In order for us to leap over this hump
In the road we've seen over and over
Every time it keeps goin' and
Every time we seem closer
To reachin' our goals 'cause of us
We the seed growers
We the ones that nurture the trees
Then forget to weed out all
The leeches and freeloaders
So in the end when the tree falls
All that leaves for us is being the
Leaf blowers for these
Greedy-ass league owners
So fuck King of the Dot
I'd rather die than let you get another
Piece of me like a spleen donor
'Cause y'all thought the audience
Wasn't gonna rock out
And I know you heard a lot
Of Fred Flintstone bars for him
But nobody ever felt this comfortable in Roc
(k) house
'Cause what? What the transition 'bout?
The URL crowds in the East Coast
They all garbage and basic
They always react to the same shit
We want some new stuff
They always follow the same script
Over there that's some shit you
Can get away with
But now you have to relate on some LA shit
'Cause y'all ain't even a hip hop fan base
Y'all crowds like air traffic control
'Cause you always wavin' arms
For that plain shit
And you cater to the fuckery
It's not like they not basic enough
They way you write your
Lyrics is like hieroglyphics
'Cause Roc (k) you outdated as fuck
And you be dreamin' if you think you
Gon' make them wack-ass tracks pop
Even if we got you a Jamaica man to
Lace you with a dance hall backdrop
You still couldn't come up with
A single jam Roc (k)
You could put Bobby Brown on a track
And you still can't get it to crack Roc (k)
Man I'm the foundation and you still
Can't get it to crack Roc (k)
'Cause, I'm the foundation my events
Leaves the town shakin'
'Cause everything I do is
Groundbreakin' like Hancock fuck a gun bar
You'll see me gut him before a slug will fly
Custom made blade that comes with a
Double side like a Russian spy
I cut him wide with a butterfly
Knife leave it stuck inside his fuckin' eye
'Til the blood runs dry just 'cause
I don't give a fuck
I'll stick him from the side
Leave him with an eye cut
Leave him stickin' from the side
Leave him bleedin' like a sunny side up
When you see it get busted wide I said it
He don't really wanna try
He get clipped on the spot
How am I the one on steroids when
Ya ass the one gettin' the shot?
People say I don't make sense and
I be doin' irrelevant shit
Whether you sense it or not
Every sentence I put together comes
With an intricate plot
Plus my delivery like a kitty litter box
'cause mine is shittin' on Roc (k) 's
That wasn't even meant to be a punchline
That was a visual drop
I'm the real cave man 'cause I'm
Painting a picture for Roc (k)
Yeah, you say you the Gun Bar King
Well maybe over there he is
To us that's just meaningless
'Cause we brought guns here
We keep them drums near us
In case we get confronted by
One of they cheerleaders
I'll gun butt you with
Something custom and luxurious
Silencer on the muzzle so I can let
Off a slug without anyone hearin' it
I'll sample the sound of your
Fuckin' vest rippin' from the
Slug piercin' it and make a
Fuckin' beat wit it
You might be the King of Gun Bars
But I'm the king of guns period! Bitch!

I'm from Maryland
But the weather and weed is real nice in Cali
Fuck you, these my vacation nights in Cali
I caught a flight from Cali
I got two daughters to make it home to
You interfere with that I'm
Doin' life in Cali ayy, you take the pick
With the ratchet or the dagger
Hit your spinal cord
Everything in your back is gonna shatter
I ain't come to LA to play
I travel here to trash ya
Me being out of my comfort zone
That's natural Dizaster
Your cap is gon' splatter
You're done when I bang mine
It go through you
Geechi and Rum at the same time
I double back for Danny and
Shotgun with the same 9 i let six pop
But five drop throwin' up gang signs
Soon as I walked in this
Building the shit became mine
You was dead when my plane
Crossed over the state line
You'll leak DNA when my K-Shine
You a Crip but the fake kind
You will get picked off of the Grape vine
We can do this anywhere that you wanna choose
It don't matter what card he be on
You couldn't fuck with me if you wanted to
If he act rude he go
To cliffs: that's a Huxtable gun clap
When this buck back it ain't refundable
Ayy, y'all know gun bars how I do things
But before that I was known for
This bat man like Bruce Wayne
I'll leave this cat woman in all
Black when I'm sparkin' the shotty
The pellets riddle her and now the cops
Questioning the marks on her body
I tell mister freeze or cut this joker face
I bet he think then
It don't matter who I'm goin'
Against in the ring, nigga my pen win
(penguin)
That's a reach, but why this boy gonna try me
He gon end up in a
Hospital gettin' a poison IV (Ivy)
If I see Dizaster trip, his ass get whipped
Bad as shit i'm Ike in Tina Turner crib
That's how I drag a bitch savage shit
You don't wanna get Roc hella mad
We got choppers on deck:
That's a yacht helipad
Are you a crackhead or a
Steroid head? It's hella funny
You look like you in shape and outta shape
You a healthy junkie
Somebody tell this dummy
Now I see why Lush like ya
Y'all the type to bring your crack
Pipes to a blunt cipher
You got steroid pills, powder and needles
All facts
You know what else come in that form: coke
Dope and hard crack you hit a dope line
Then you give a crack pipe a hard tap
Don't act like this your second
Time ever bein' on Smack
You're a nigga that I've gotta do grimey
What makes y'all think I couldn't
Take on a Dizaster? I survived a tsunami
I disrespect you, like I wanted this beef
Soon as you grab your Quaran I pull
Your prayer rug from under your feet
You not supposed to eat pork
You a Muslim from the Middle East
But, I'll force you to eat it
Straight disrespected Diz' belief
I pull this you gon' be
Lookin' at it in disbelief
Black suit's tailored for your
Gang: that's Wiz Khalif'
Kid capiche? Competition? My nigga please
You can ask Dizaster
"Am I the best?" and even Diz' agrees
Ayy, y'all know Roc wilder, two Bull Dogs
I grip and squeeze and I can leave you lyin'
Dawg when I'm pickin' these (pekingese)
That's a dog flip, I'll flip dog
This guy high you sniff coke like a K-9
We shave it like a chihuahua
Nigga, the pistol near
You'll disappear like viola
Your fam' at the funeral in sync
Tell 'em bye bye fuck the jokes
They get saved for y'all later
Round in his mouth
Lookin' like he ate a Jawbreaker
Somethin' wit a drum
I'll wave at y'all haters
A hundred rounds left Dizaster
In the streets nigga, pray for Las Vegas
You gon' beat me?

Fuck yeah!

Nah, still niggas lyin'
Tell you like I told the others
I don't feel niggas rhymes
Who he foolin' with them
Steel grippin' lines?
Tell him, fuckin' with me
He'll get smacked: we on real nigga time

Yo that last round from you was nice
But, you just had an N'Sync bar
Bro, you're the biggest faggot I've
Ever battled in my life
N'Sync? Man you sound like you
Talk to white cops
You shop for fuckin' nice Glocks
To let the pipe off
You gentrified, you like those Greek
Houses on the beach, roc is whitewashed
You got more Arab shit? Well I
Ain't gon' let those bars slide
Any more As-salamu alaykum rhymes about bacon
And it's this pig gettin' hogtied
You can squeeze the can' like Popeye
But any more Arab shit?
I'ma stomp Tay Tay til he Sheneneh cross-eyed
I ain't never been the type of guy to
Judge people 'cause of color and race
Especially with the women that I fall
In love with and chase
I told this black girl she was a Nubian queen
And for that I respect her and I
Move with her at a comfortable pace
Before she could say "thank you" I
Busted a nut in her face oh you can say it
But I can't get away wit it?
Shanequa gon' get work!
Picture a hairy terrorist Arabian balls
Deep in your African queen
Went to fuck her in the ass
Couldn't find the Vaseline
So he dipped into your can of Afro Sheen
Took her to the back of my 7 11
And I had her empty out my whole sack
Pulled out and busted a nut on the ho's back
I made her toes curl and she
Never hit your phone back
'Cause once you Iraq… you can never go back
But, I'm a dirty Arab fuck it
Why should y'all be shocked
I'll break a bottle of whiskey on his top
'Cause, I'm old school I like my
Johnny Walker on the Roc (k)
Shit, of course Smack gon' gas him
You the golden boy
They even support you publicly
But deep down they knew you
Wouldn't be enough for me
See you wanna be king but only one can be
From views to accolades his resume
Can't fuck wit me
A chump MC who raps about bustin' guns
But bumps his gums when he's in custody
You ain't even create none of this
You came on after URL created the money tree
So this ain't even the real
Match up we wanna see
Smack should be battling with McDonalds
To see which one of
Them chose a bigger clown
To represent their company
'Cause you battling me to get
Up on the ladder had a couple of million
But surpassed you after
You can't match Dizaster
I've battled legends like Canibus, Cassidy
I've battled actual rappers
You battle with battle rappers
Your battles don't matter
You battle with motherfuckers like Chess
Little wienies I can beat
With little one liners
If that little kid acts tough
I'll put paws on Chess
(chest) like Eve from Ruff Ryders
Of course Cortez gonna feel some sorta way
Me headlining on Smack is like
Coming to the sandlot
And taking him and Math's favorite toys away
"Ayo Diz' gimmie my toys back!"
Stop all the bullshit
I got on him with the plot
He act like a hard rock but I'll
Tell you what Roc man not
You act like a gangster
That's what Roc man not
You better stop before you leave here
With a rock man knot
Yeah, a real rock man, nah
Your battle with Hollow was debatable
But the way you acted online made
It look like he defeated you
Online desperately arguing with everybody
'Cause you know you needed to
Maybe your win when you said
It would've sounded more believable
If you didn't get online
And desperately retweet
Every fuckin' idiot that agrees with you
"Roc 3-0 cave Gang you're the best Roc"
But, it's just talk
His actual report is like
Magma above the core
Because you don't have any depth Roc
See that's the truth, goddamn
What y'all gotta wait up
What am I supposed to do?
Freestyle in this bitch?
Yo, 'cause you the Gun Bar King of what?
Gun bar and all that bullshit?
See I used to think gun bars was
A life that's nice and fun
Yeah, until you realize it's the reason most
Of our homies die when they're young
See I'm telling you this
Next time you on the field
And you out there firing one
Just remember, Tay Roc
No matter where you hide your time gonna come
'Cause when you live by the gun your
Bitch ass gon' die by the gun mark!