Swave Sevah vs Dizaster

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[Round 1: Swave Sevah] I know what y'all thinking, this is a hell of a match Hard bars versus schemes and some irrelevant crap Seems odd for Team Homi, we better than that But his mouth done wrote checks I hope this fella can cash Now check it out, he gon' spit about a thousand words a minute Saturated versus part of his personal gimmick Furry forehead face nigga looking befuddled Dissecting my words trying to find something to rebuttal I bet dough he can't go without saying "Yo!" three times in a row Trying to catch up with his flow, like "yo, yo, yo! I'll fucking cut you open til your guts are showing Then I'll load up a full clip." Fuck outta here with that bullshit We all know you ain't popping off, you don't bust guns crazy Nigga you cotton soft, you's a trust fund baby The difference between us is I feel safe when I walk around And I actually do all the things that I talk about See, nothing Dizaster say can convince me that Dizaster hood He put on a savage act but he a snack to a pack of wolves Ravage you sheep, then we feed til the pack is full I'm fur, you got wool, I got paws, you got hoofs, we don't mix This who supposed to come get with the Sevah? Y'all better get 'em before I skin 'em and knit me a sweater I bruise lames and really live up to my crew's name We ain't in the same level, I'm at the top of the food chain Read about this match in the boards them people calling it weird All the stuff they compare, the tortoise versus the hare They play me for my preferred pace so I guess I'm the tortoise son But the jokes on y'all cause in that story the tortoise won Mister disrespectful blog maker, talk now nigga Them Canadians ain't do shit, but you in New York now nigga And you fucked up when you agreed to be my target So I give you a warm welcome and roll out that white carpet Notice I said white, it's supposed to be red, feel me I ain't fuck up, I figured after this battle it will be See there's a reason why I'm here with a lot of my goons There's a reason this is taking place way out in the boons There's a reason this event is called Body Bag Season And if you feeling left out, then you probably that reason See we polar opposites and I'm sick of these niggas warning me Saying I rap retardedly cause he be rapping rapidly Y'all think he would demolish me? Nigga please He say a lot of things but the nigga comedy So in actuality this is quantity versus quality This nigga's a big ass dime of Reggie, I'm a .6 dime of sour Some people like smoking on that Thraga Cause they can't handle this potent power So what do you prefer? Shake seeds and twigs or sticky lime green and budit? See it's not high what's in the bag, it's high you get from it Now go ahead spit that dumb shit [Round 1: Dizaster] I said you think I won't pop a 9? That's exactly what they thought about the little white boys from Columbine Hi Swave I'm from Armenia, it's nice to be meeting ya You think you rhyme nice you all hype like the media Drive bys at night, when I take flight You'll die for a nice price I am Expedia I feel outta place like a white guy in Nigeria But still you get eaten alive like rebels who reside in Liberia I've been doing business with Al-Quaeda inside of Syria You a hypoglycemic, bisexual guy with a slight Bulimia You wanna describe the type of virus that's eating ya? Then open up an encyclopedia, and find the meaning of Spinal Meningitis and if not try Leukemia If that's too nerdy for you... then I might just let the heater buck .45 light the fucking side of your Beamer up Leave you in the driver's seat with your feet all stuck like you were glued to the side with some adhesive stuff You get fried like Peking Duck I said the paramedics...paramedics won't even have enough time to clean you up and if your driver (way) gets away and survives I'll find him and beat him up The knife, give you the meanest cut Precise, like slices from Pizza Hut You old, try keeping up Turn the volume on the side of your speaker up Your rhymes are weak as fuck like the last time Method Man and Redman tried teaming up Your wife is a tweaker slut who cries she doesn't eat enough So why would I feed her nuts like she hasn't been grinding her teeth enough? Let me spit They say don't fuck wit' Swave cause he knows Karate He can exchange blows and go toe to toe with Rocky They said to get rid of him you'll need to hold a shotty I'm thinking "Why?", he's as old as Gandhi I bet one uppercut to your nose will probably Fold your body like in origami and have you on the floor looking like you know Pilates with your arm broken trying to phone somebody I'm the shit. You?, Porter potty I'm the real thing you a photocopy But keep talking shit and being over-cocky then I catch you getting outta your bed to have your morning coffee and put the metal to your head like Oroku Saki I show up to one of your Team Homi after parties acting like I'm happy I wanna have a glass of Bacardi, yeah Then I brandish that package that's strapped across me And blow myself up like a half Iraqi, kamikaze, camel jockey Not even that faggot Iron Man can stop me If I survive the blast I'll still fight you with half my body Still get your ass kicked probably Will Swave Sevah ever tell you his age? Never I mean sometimes... sometimes it really makes me wonder I think you, hate me cause I'm younger I bet your favorite album ever created was by Aaliyah, Age Ain't Nothing But A Number I said I get it you an O.G Swave, you G'd up But you too old B, you can't keep up Never had game, boy used to play hide and go seek by the same ol' tree stump Where him and homies used to peep up, and watch Adam and Eve fuck Truth is, you haters You just a bitch with a gun; Tomb Raider I'm a star in the sky, Shoe Maker You are my shoe maker I creep into your hood, call me your new neighbor He'd expose your true nature like an episode of Room Raiders Speaking of the Raiders I'll stab you in the waist wit' 2 sabers so your family sees your face in the newspaper Chain smoking, my brain floating in space to a place hoping I'll make it to a state where I'm seeing that fucking face broken Saying you can beat me is another reckless accusation, I'm an Islamic descended from the prophet Mohammed eating Baklava wrapped in bacon Aye yo that was some shit, did you just see that right there? His homeboy whispered in his ear started giving him tips Motherfucker you'll get ripped Start doing this wit' your face I'm moving the crowd with my motherfucking uni-brow They say Dizaster... They say Dizaster you're too loud But don't rhyme about my eyebrows, they're used to provide Osama Bin Laden with his hideout I mean, rhyme about eyebrows, you're 35 now Do you know where real rappers careers would be when they're 35? wooowwwww [Round 2: Swave Sevah] Dizaster, as in city destroyed, floods submerge homes and levi's broken Death, destruction, everything from stray animals to babies floating Many people trying to cope with the results of Katrina Forced to survive 4 to 5 days without the lift of a finger from FEMA Helicopters flying over head with cameras to tape the mayhem But they ain't trying to do the kind of things it takes to save them So the death toll's in the 100's, homeless equals 1,000 more Families separated, children are unaccounted for Cries for help fall on deaf ears with no way to use a phone Finally saved from the storm but left for dead in the Super Dome Frustration turns to violence, young niggas start shooting chrome Dizaster? So this is something that you condone? I'ma do him like they did us, so live on YouTube I'ma decapitate him You 'bout to die, so if you got any sleeper cell cousins you better activate 'em Yo, you middle easterns we got a little beef with So you better follow these guidelines Before I single handedly hold you responsible For what they did to our skyline Dizaster, big ass tsunami catching bodies All across the southern Asian coast Nigga that's....hold on Ain't you the same nigga that had all those Asian jokes? Oh yo I'ma kill this nigga, right here live on Grind Time Bury him up to his neck at the beach and wait for the high tides Plastic bag over his face after I creep up from the blind side Duck tape a funnel in his mouth and force feed him cyanide See my heat been blasting but I don't need to take shots at you Nigga I will beat Bin Laden's location up out of you All from assassin's sour the silence caliber Cause this Dizaster got y'all fooled like the Mayan calendar He don't live the hype, rusty knife scalp him, give him hell Cause when Dizaster Strikes it's either the Busta Rhymes album or 2012 This bitch ass nigga frail, you fuck outta here B I ain't rhyming all day, let's go [Round 2: Dizaster] Y'all ready?.... Nah, nah, y'all READY?.. Aight (Team Homi nigga!) Aye, shut the fuck up! (Fuck outta here with that shit) Shut up! Shut the fuck up I need y'all, to be very very, very very, very very calm Hold on, Team Homi, vars advice, vavalom Wave my hands like I'm signalling off to a helicopter And there you have my bars I said he took Sid, with a div vab, in the vid slab vid slab riv vab riv vab And twisting ya vig vack You are such a fucking wack dude I mean if you pronounce the letter V one more time, I'm gonna stab you This motherfucker, are you seriously kidding me You guys over here talking shit trying to throw me off, literally I got some shit to tell you that you probably thought I wouldn't say I know this is crazy but it's not Swave Sevah told me, his lady is a cop So I'ma tell you something, why y'all be thinking he be snitching a lot Cause his bitch is a cop, he kissing 5-0 on the mouth like Vivica Fox I said I always... I said I always wondered how you ended up clearing all your felonies Team Homi shooting at the police is what he's telling me But on the low, he's creeping with the deputy Kinda brings a new term to the meaning, sleeping with the enemy Your wife is a C.O from Rikers they nicknamed her 'The Pulverizer' You, you broke, so at home she sport, so shes a dough supplier And you old so you sport the diapers I mean you the oldest dude, you the oldest dude to ever own a cypher You were old enough to watch porn and own a lighter when Slick Rick first got known as a story writer You're a senior citizen, slash corny rhymer, so I'm not talking about sports when I say he's a 49er You so old you wrote your rhymes inside an organiser Born in..born in '75 but you can't tell he's an older guy because he uses age defying moisturizer Him and PH graduated from the same class Hold on, hold on, don't make me say it again You probably trying to avenge the death of A-Class like I said, you and PH, graduated from the same class, go to sleep together, wearing matching cucumber face masks Then you turn off the light on the night stand and dip your teeth in the same glass (Shut the fuck up, hey shut the fuck up!) Yo.. I mean why you cutting off the battle? Did you sponsor the event? Were you the one that paid the money to fly me out to Pen? No? Then shut the fuck up then! For all the work... For all the work I've effortlessly put in and the direction I've come For the nobodys that I bodied and the many legends I've sonned I should be the one that earns a top tier position in Grand Time if there should ever be one I said your train past you, your time's definitely done My legacy will never fade away just like the memory of Pun I said you a rap artist, whose bars have no connection to funds Have you ever got a check, for a record you've done? Name one battle you've respectfully won You think you clever you dumb Your rap career is technically none you're a walking example of what every battle rapper, in here should never ever become After all the work I've put in 17 battles to climb the ladder And that's what you benefit from? Homie at this point I would technically have more respect for a bum Cause at least he has a little bit of dignity when he's begging for crumbs Yeah faggot, yeah, yeah, yeah Your boy DNA never seen a homicide of course The only time you see DNA on file in court Is when someone is suing for child support He wants to talk during my shit I smash one on your head I fuck around and hit you in spots burning your flesh I'ma kill him then return to the west and put DNA in a box like a paternity test Let the vagina spit no your man is vagina lips It's time to diss any emcee and give him a mental psychiatrist And that was for starters If me and you have the same cellphone then I'll jack your charger Then I'll bail outta... Then I'll bail outta your driveway and jack your Charger I liked you Cortez but you an apple farmer You're not a battle rapper, you're a cabbage gardener So what? So what? And me I'm an Iraqi martyr I'll make your plane crash like Travis Barker then write 'Faggot' on your casket with a magic marker I fucking.. I'll fucking.. If we were in Lebanon I would've chopped your head off and used it to play soccer Open up your frame like Operation game it's time to play doctor Stomp you out in a pair of Dockers Then drop you off in the middle of Yonkers in a t-shirt that says 'I love Okwerdz' [Round 3: Swave Sevah] I can't front, I'm surprised you even made it here to square off I ain't think you'd make it past security at the airport But you here now and I don't want no excuses, let's be fair now So stick that chest out with me, give me that mean stare down See I noticed with Nocan' and A-Class he got in they face But I ain't see none of that shit when you battled PH See you did the yelling and the riffing, but I spotted a difference Cause against PH you...stayed at that safe difference Shit I witnessed firsthand the type of shit that this bitch would do When we was down in Miami, the event was Grizzle 2 It was me and you, Bishop was there in the mix If he was here he'd tell y'all this nigga was scared like a bitch Come here, 'Tez I'm a get you to be a reenactment So I'ma be myself right, you gon' be Dizaster I said, "Ayo, walk with me to the store dawg, we gon' shoot right back." This nigga said, "Ayo, ayo yo yo we just gon' walk through the hood like that?" I couldn't believe my ears, fucked my head up Did the double take, looked in his face, seen he was dead up Would've thought he was a cold blooded killer from how he be rhyming You went from that Al Qaeda column to the cowardly lion True story, I reassured him everything was alright And taught him the proper way to breathe when you in a fight You don't speak from experience, you don't live your words You cleverly put words together, a fucking nerd Me? I got goons everywhere, my niggas live off the payroll They'll give you a halo and send you back to the City Of Angeles I take these hard lifer stripes I earned in these Harlem streets Translate 'em through three rounds by 32 bars a piece At the end of the day we all know talk is cheap So if need be I'll rip your head off and throw that shit across the street Question for any Diz' fan hearing this, I'm curious The fuck y'all see in this nigga? I mean how do y'all take him serious? You know what you remind me of when you rap? When you project your tone You remind me of a nigga with Tourette's Syndrome Fucking faggot! Faggot! This motherfucker such a racist at heart 10 bucks says he's afraid of the dark You bitch made, you better start playing your part See you wrote your first rounds, we chambering ours Gunning niggas, corrupting your sweet little suburbia Backyard barbecued, breaking bread with murderers Niggas that won't hesitate to put 10 in your turban And send this fake terrorist to his 70 virgins Team Homi nigga [Round 3: Dizaster] Yo Grind Time Rappers I spoke to 90% of them on the phone Y'all got bitch made embedded in your genetic code You'll never be better just let it go Sevah though, you treated me like an older brother dog so I'ma respect you yo Don't talk between my lines so I can let it go I said I treated you like an older brother and I respect you bro' And just in return I'ma let you know Them so called legends in your circle and the friends you know will never give you this opportunity to shine because they always wanna be next in line to get the dough See when you ask for a top tier opponent from a local person they gon' say they're on another level bro' Pointing themselve above you on a higher pedestal which to you usually exceeds way beyond what they efforts show So in return of them not battling him here That's why he developed slow And y'all gotta fly me out from the west coast just so I can help you grow Who I are I raise the bar and disintegrate the envelope Let's see how your weapon loc when your fucking neck is broke The chopper like a helicopter propeller I'll let the Wesson smoke The doctor will hear nothing but acapella through the stethoscope Y'all gon' think he's the Incredible Hulk The way the nurses gon' be consecutively checking his pulse I said I grew up listening to Snoop Dogg and 2pac You grew up listening to U-God and Ong Bak I grew up watching Michael Jackson moonwalk You grew up watching Neil Armstrong, MOON WALK! Crusty ass toes No damn socks with his shoes off Faggot ass battle rapper with the same swagger as the grandpa from the Boondocks Probably still got Rapper's Delight jammed inside of his boom box You never blew up back then cause no one gave a fuck about you It ain't Technique it's them other dudes that grew up around you Speaking at Grizzle, you told me a bunch of raw shit On how Cam'ron and Ma$e were just a couple of faggots you used to ball with Sounded kinda jealous, salty and all pissed That's why they put him down on that long list of Harlem's kids that got black balled, bitch And you fuck a black bald bitch This faggot is fucking lame He told me a bunch of stories at Grizzle trying to throw dirt on Canibus' name Come on tell me the truth Really? Really? That's not all that? You didn't really tell me that you were gonna hop on him on the one track And got all pissed off cause the motherfucker never called back So he started bitching telling me "I fucked Canibus' sister, I fucked Canibus' sister" I don't give a fuck if you fucked Canibus' sister when you see him you'll probably ask him for a picture Time to expose Swave Sevah's cover As a child they sent you downstairs to borrow sugar from Ma$e Betha's mother I said they all used to chill at that building they called it 'The Stash Spot' Un Kasa was downstairs, flipping that crack rock Back when Head I.C.E was sporting that flat top and if you looked out the window from Cam's spot You could see little T-Rex playing in the sand box You thought you was just going to punk me and I'ma back off? I grip a fucking cannon and clap off, large 'nikov I strap, rip the back of your pants off I'll turn your man into clam sauce Strike like the back of a matchbox You get your whole fucking band shot like you was getting ambushed by Black Ops Bullets flying through the curtain fold your back like a laptop You could pass for a basketball mascot, or a black Sasquatch He was in the living room watching T.V When his pops hopped outta nowhere and threw a fast block followed by a reverse back drop That's when he started yelling "I'm not in class Dad stop, I'm trying to watch Matlock" Fuck that, that was the last straw I don't care how tough you are I wanna shatter your glass jaw Run in your house grab your mom and start tapping her ass raw Kick your fucking damn dog and beat your cat with a hacksaw I run in the living room and get a hand job from your grandma Then start stabbing your grandpa with a retractable hand claw I said, you make me, wanna fucking snap on you I mean what would this faggot do" He's strong in a scrap that's cool but if you start talking shit I'ma rapidly start stabbing you like [?] I treat 'em all like little bitches man I fucking smash their face in I'll get rid of your fucking family like my name was Pappy Mason I mean, I don't gotta be a gangster but if the lead be busting You will end up in the Hudson with your family gone like Jennifer Hudson When you talka, sound like Chewbacca You look like a super huge looking Un Kasa fucking looking like NuBorn's father (Fuck that shit) Fuck that shit? Well fuck you too I don't give a fuck that's what's up with dude Fuck around and make me have to snap and smash people I fucking came out here to get rid of your town hero And before I leave best believe I'm building a Mosque on Ground Zero