Grind Time Now, Dumbfoundead, Illusion-Z - Dumbfoundead vs Illusion-Z lyrics
[Grind Time Now, Dumbfoundead, Illusion-Z - Dumbfoundead vs Illusion-Z lyrics]
I'mma tell ya'll how this
Battle really was arranged
I saw that battle with you and Lyraflip and
Wondered who's the skinny kid in beige?
So I called Lush and he told me
You were an immigrant from Spain
I told him I'd like to serve him
But he said he really isn't trained
But we got him to do it after
Payin' him in cigarettes and change
You see, your ass looks fuckin' drugged out
You were in the cast of Blood In Blood Out
You have seventeen cousins, one house
Yell "La Migra!" and watch more
Than a dozen run out
Straight through the back door
Stuffin' everything into a Jansport
Except the passport
Trust me, I got love for Latinos
But no love for you
And they like me a lot more
Which sucks for you
And you know what's funny too?
You're the only guy at a
Quinceañera at age 22
Yo, do you know where you
Are? I think he's lost
You ain't no real Latino cause you
Eat your tacos with green sauce
You can't handle the red sauce
Cause you're weak sauce
You turn down tequila for peach Schnapps
And your day job is working
For the Geek Squad when he got into town
He told me that he needs pot
But got scared as hell when I
Took him to the weed spot
Yo, I know you're not Mexican
And that's fine by me but to the rest of the
World, you are Mexican, and I'm
When we first agreed to this battle
I'll admit i was first, fuck it, I'mma spit
Then I'll slice your ribs
I'mma spit off the top of
The tightest shit cause
Off the top you know that I'm rhymin' scripts
When we first agreed to this battle
I'll admit i knew I had murdered dog breath
But I kinda tripped
Cause everyone was all, "Don't try it Chris"
Them judges at the Blowed on that biased tip
No matter what Dumb spit's
They gon' ride his dick
I'm here today, cause I didn't buy that shit
Yeah real talk
You're only on time to this battle
Cause today
You weren't the one driving bitch
You got no fashion sense, soap or nuts
If he's top tier, our coast is fucked
Before the Wapps and Juice battle
He smoked too much
Started chokin' up like he did
Against FLO and Lush
See, I'm one annoying drunk
But at least before I battle I keep
The art in mind and sober up
I left Lyraflip crushed to ashes
And after this, i crush a couple faggots
From the Public Access
Yo, I'll turn you into a ghost in
A shell with a battle rhyme
You ain't half as samurai as this Latin guy
You think you a threat
That's been blazin' this fantasy?
You've been living in a simulated reality
There ain't nobody as great as me
I served a gang of illusions, from A to Z
You came from the Bay to LA just to
Get your ass whooped by 18th Street
I can picture this fool yellin'
"Save me please, ", lookin' for police
But a few more z's after your name
You're puttin' us to sleep
You can take cats out the hood
But can't put the hood into the geek
If I didn't flash the green card
He wouldn't have compete
I see how he's handling his strategy
He learned everything from the Awkward
Stockton Academy for Battling
And at that school, he's only a freshman
You might recognize him at
Drive-thru windows holding refreshments
GrindTime, this guy is not
A golden investment he's like Carlos Mencia
He just likes to pose a Mexican
I don't care if your bilingual
He came to LA tryna mingle
But doesn't feel safe unless
He's around five gringos
So stop rapping, and start doing reggaton
Or stand on a corner, holding a Bible
Yelling "Jesús" through a megaphone
All you do is mention names that
Only battle nerds will understand
But, I've been doing this since you
Were in your Thundercats underpants
Attending a FreshCoast summer camp
Yo, some say I resemble you
I'm the second worst dressed person here
Better dressed than you
You like to dye your hair
Electric blue and shake your
Ass during laser light shows to
Get in better moods
Ya'll Asians soup up Hondas
And drive them thangs
Rollin' in gigantic non-violent gangs
With big cars and big engines
Ya'll try and slang
To compensate for the size of your tiny wang
Revvin' your engine to try my mood
While I rock a sombrero and ride my mule
I'll jack you for you limelight dude
I ain't heard a rapper rhyme like
You since Tai Mai Shu i rap greater
My bad you're too much of fag skater
To ever become a drag racer
This mo'fucka don't want a chick
He's too busy online talkin'
Shit through Javascript in library mode
You're such a goddamn nerd you
Write rhymes in binary code
I'm the rap game's Attila the Hun, killin'
The rap game is William Hung
Without the lisp for the love
You're not so street
Spending most of your time in Redondo Beach
Selling gato meat
You shouldn't really step to me
Especially when you're about as Jet-Li as X T
Stop tryna act hard, forget the crowd
He's trying to roar
But it's more of a gentle growl
You failed your citizenship test
Pencils down i seen you at my last battle
All up on Tantrum's cock
There's video proof cause you all
Up in the camera shots
I seen you tryna be the tough guy
Dissin' cats in the East Coast
But, you can't do that lookin'
Like Franco's Latin cousin Francisco
But today, don't worry about the East Coast
Worry about East Los
I'mma drop you off in Boyle Heights
Cause you live the spoiled life chico
Around here, you'll get blown to smithereens
You look like one of them
25 cent Homies figurines
He's only in his teens look at his clothes
He's got guacamole on his jeans
Or it's all of that picante
Oh shit, it's Saturday
You're missing Sabado Gigante!
It's past your curfew
How long will you brag about
How Passwurdz served you?
That is not something to be proud about
But it seems like you just
Love to shout it out
Lookin like a Sherm addict
You ain't even Hispanic, you a Her-spanic
Someone throw a purse at him
And out of everyone who Battle Raps
You're the worst at it
How the fuck do you have
Lazy work habit's? You're Spanish!
You gon' lose to an ese
You've hated life ever since your sensei
Molested you in 10th grade
You see this fist needle dick?
One swing will leave this bitch
With a Knowledge Medina lisp
I more than spit raw
How the fuck you gon' roll up
On Crenshaw carrying Sahtyre RigSaw?
Chewin' on bird mice
With facial hair full of
Sperm, rice, germs, lice, and termites
Smelling like burning trash
Lookin' like a dirty Jap fresh
Out of an internment camp
Who divides his time collecting swords
Typing symbols on message boards, Tekken 4
And pedicures i told my dog not to
Talk to this stranger cause
He's the main reason why
My chihuahuas in danger
Cause everytime I go to walk it at night
You stalk behind us with a wok and a knife
Lookin' for other Asian dudes
To rave with you
With facial pubes, dressed like Sailor Moon
Takin' shrooms rockin' pasty panties
You're only a raving pansy to hide
The fact you're an Asian tranny
I'mma leave your team beat hard
Till every fucking member of the
Swim Team needs CPR
Did you enter a competition of DDR
Cause he heard the grand prize
Was a free green card
Battle really was arranged
I saw that battle with you and Lyraflip and
Wondered who's the skinny kid in beige?
So I called Lush and he told me
You were an immigrant from Spain
I told him I'd like to serve him
But he said he really isn't trained
But we got him to do it after
Payin' him in cigarettes and change
You see, your ass looks fuckin' drugged out
You were in the cast of Blood In Blood Out
You have seventeen cousins, one house
Yell "La Migra!" and watch more
Than a dozen run out
Straight through the back door
Stuffin' everything into a Jansport
Except the passport
Trust me, I got love for Latinos
But no love for you
And they like me a lot more
Which sucks for you
And you know what's funny too?
You're the only guy at a
Quinceañera at age 22
Yo, do you know where you
Are? I think he's lost
You ain't no real Latino cause you
Eat your tacos with green sauce
You can't handle the red sauce
Cause you're weak sauce
You turn down tequila for peach Schnapps
And your day job is working
For the Geek Squad when he got into town
He told me that he needs pot
But got scared as hell when I
Took him to the weed spot
Yo, I know you're not Mexican
And that's fine by me but to the rest of the
World, you are Mexican, and I'm
When we first agreed to this battle
I'll admit i was first, fuck it, I'mma spit
Then I'll slice your ribs
I'mma spit off the top of
The tightest shit cause
Off the top you know that I'm rhymin' scripts
When we first agreed to this battle
I'll admit i knew I had murdered dog breath
But I kinda tripped
Cause everyone was all, "Don't try it Chris"
Them judges at the Blowed on that biased tip
No matter what Dumb spit's
They gon' ride his dick
I'm here today, cause I didn't buy that shit
Yeah real talk
You're only on time to this battle
Cause today
You weren't the one driving bitch
You got no fashion sense, soap or nuts
If he's top tier, our coast is fucked
Before the Wapps and Juice battle
He smoked too much
Started chokin' up like he did
Against FLO and Lush
See, I'm one annoying drunk
But at least before I battle I keep
The art in mind and sober up
I left Lyraflip crushed to ashes
And after this, i crush a couple faggots
From the Public Access
Yo, I'll turn you into a ghost in
A shell with a battle rhyme
You ain't half as samurai as this Latin guy
You think you a threat
That's been blazin' this fantasy?
You've been living in a simulated reality
There ain't nobody as great as me
I served a gang of illusions, from A to Z
You came from the Bay to LA just to
Get your ass whooped by 18th Street
I can picture this fool yellin'
"Save me please, ", lookin' for police
But a few more z's after your name
You're puttin' us to sleep
You can take cats out the hood
But can't put the hood into the geek
If I didn't flash the green card
He wouldn't have compete
I see how he's handling his strategy
He learned everything from the Awkward
Stockton Academy for Battling
And at that school, he's only a freshman
You might recognize him at
Drive-thru windows holding refreshments
GrindTime, this guy is not
A golden investment he's like Carlos Mencia
He just likes to pose a Mexican
I don't care if your bilingual
He came to LA tryna mingle
But doesn't feel safe unless
He's around five gringos
So stop rapping, and start doing reggaton
Or stand on a corner, holding a Bible
Yelling "Jesús" through a megaphone
All you do is mention names that
Only battle nerds will understand
But, I've been doing this since you
Were in your Thundercats underpants
Attending a FreshCoast summer camp
Yo, some say I resemble you
I'm the second worst dressed person here
Better dressed than you
You like to dye your hair
Electric blue and shake your
Ass during laser light shows to
Get in better moods
Ya'll Asians soup up Hondas
And drive them thangs
Rollin' in gigantic non-violent gangs
With big cars and big engines
Ya'll try and slang
To compensate for the size of your tiny wang
Revvin' your engine to try my mood
While I rock a sombrero and ride my mule
I'll jack you for you limelight dude
I ain't heard a rapper rhyme like
You since Tai Mai Shu i rap greater
My bad you're too much of fag skater
To ever become a drag racer
This mo'fucka don't want a chick
He's too busy online talkin'
Shit through Javascript in library mode
You're such a goddamn nerd you
Write rhymes in binary code
I'm the rap game's Attila the Hun, killin'
The rap game is William Hung
Without the lisp for the love
You're not so street
Spending most of your time in Redondo Beach
Selling gato meat
You shouldn't really step to me
Especially when you're about as Jet-Li as X T
Stop tryna act hard, forget the crowd
He's trying to roar
But it's more of a gentle growl
You failed your citizenship test
Pencils down i seen you at my last battle
All up on Tantrum's cock
There's video proof cause you all
Up in the camera shots
I seen you tryna be the tough guy
Dissin' cats in the East Coast
But, you can't do that lookin'
Like Franco's Latin cousin Francisco
But today, don't worry about the East Coast
Worry about East Los
I'mma drop you off in Boyle Heights
Cause you live the spoiled life chico
Around here, you'll get blown to smithereens
You look like one of them
25 cent Homies figurines
He's only in his teens look at his clothes
He's got guacamole on his jeans
Or it's all of that picante
Oh shit, it's Saturday
You're missing Sabado Gigante!
It's past your curfew
How long will you brag about
How Passwurdz served you?
That is not something to be proud about
But it seems like you just
Love to shout it out
Lookin like a Sherm addict
You ain't even Hispanic, you a Her-spanic
Someone throw a purse at him
And out of everyone who Battle Raps
You're the worst at it
How the fuck do you have
Lazy work habit's? You're Spanish!
You gon' lose to an ese
You've hated life ever since your sensei
Molested you in 10th grade
You see this fist needle dick?
One swing will leave this bitch
With a Knowledge Medina lisp
I more than spit raw
How the fuck you gon' roll up
On Crenshaw carrying Sahtyre RigSaw?
Chewin' on bird mice
With facial hair full of
Sperm, rice, germs, lice, and termites
Smelling like burning trash
Lookin' like a dirty Jap fresh
Out of an internment camp
Who divides his time collecting swords
Typing symbols on message boards, Tekken 4
And pedicures i told my dog not to
Talk to this stranger cause
He's the main reason why
My chihuahuas in danger
Cause everytime I go to walk it at night
You stalk behind us with a wok and a knife
Lookin' for other Asian dudes
To rave with you
With facial pubes, dressed like Sailor Moon
Takin' shrooms rockin' pasty panties
You're only a raving pansy to hide
The fact you're an Asian tranny
I'mma leave your team beat hard
Till every fucking member of the
Swim Team needs CPR
Did you enter a competition of DDR
Cause he heard the grand prize
Was a free green card