Dizaster vs. Real Sikh

Lyrics

[Round 1: Real Sikh] We got a lot of ground to cover But before we get started...you ain't on a good path Akhi to Akhi, you ain't been talkin' the way that you should have I gotta check you, I don't care how many Grapes gave you a hood pass Stop sayin' the "n word", you makin' us look bad Ya name "Bashir" You don't see you disrespectin' the culture when you take it there? Got accepted as a guest, got too comfy now he behaving weird You said it like nine times on King of The Dot Did you stop? Make it clear I mean you be lettin' it fly on IG Live, tough guy, say it here I dare you to try to do it Boy I just bought a nеw foldin' chair and I'm dyin' to use it Or a big barrel, watch your mouth or be watchin' through it Trauma unit, or thе mortician fill his corpse with liquid 'til the body loosen Drop an "n bomb" and you end up in embalming fluid Yeeeeah! Welcome to URL bitch! We are not the same, even on the map Let me give a quick lesson I'm from North India, Punjab He from Lebanon, different section In the middle of our countries, it's just miles of sand, it's been measured So the only thing you see between the Sikh and an Arab? Big Desert We not the same This'll answer any kind of question of why we separate We got the gas stations, but they the reason why the oil supply expensive This 5 star Uber versus the ones that's drivin' reckless Turbans to Hijab collections Convenient stores : pilot lessons 7/11 : 9/11 Now it's time to fuck him up, I punch then I reconnect That's a Middle Eastern combo like humus and pita bread This was barely two weeks of prep cause his league in debt, he need the bread What's that league? GTX? Well this gon' be an easy (Eazy) death Stomach shot, he breathin' less Swing? I squeeze the TEC If I get hit by Dizaster (disaster), he get bucks back, that's a FEMA check He leavin' dead Have him shook with a heater beside him That shit low key scary, like sneezing and drivin' Got me a handgun, get rocked in ya man bun Said a disaster (Dizaster) on it's way, I'm stockin' the cans up This is all haymakers to make this whole round work Cause when a disaster (Dizaster) in town, the power lines go out first What? You gonna make fun of my style? And how it seems so fast? Bad move, cause that's exactly how he gon' rap And I'ma still biggity, biggity beat yo' ass! I ride with a tool Bitch you gon' be liver than who? The shotty Geechi Gotti, it'll body you outta the blue Shot his medulla oblongata, chop his mind into food It'll turn the top of his roof into baba ganoush Bitch you not a disaster (Dizaster) you was dead before the wind blew Chopper like an earthquake you never gon' live through Gotta use the Richter Scale just to measure when it hits you It'll have Dizaster (disaster) underground with a 7.62 Brandish it A Kalashnikov with a damagin' banana clip Drivin' to his crib in Los Angeles Out the window, handin' him Bullets then I dash errrrr Start pullin' out his pad like Canibus We gotta cancel him Why on URL you never had a grade A performance? Wait, wait? You know what rhymes with "grade A performance?" "No haymaker moments" "No main stage opponents" "You ain't great or GOAT'ed" "They takin' notice" "Them Grapes ain't ya homies" "Take an AK then load it" Or a beam on the Glock, stay laser focused Grab your Bae face then hold it Barrel in her throat, have her neck lookin' like a snake ate a rodent Bitch we know that you can rap, you just be doin' wack shit And to get it out the way, I wasn't influenced by your style I was influenced by dudes like Magic, Crooked I, Big L, Big Pun, Kool G Rap shit True student of the craft Diz' You ain't influence that shit, you a has been The main difference with us two in battlin' Is I'm you if you respected where you was at and you adapted My resume here? Mostly legends I showed and proved Welcome to URL pussy, don't get boo'd! Jersey! [Round 1: Dizaster] Now you right Sikh, I haven't been on the right path Recently I've been puttin' on for the scene and gettin' love from everybody Then all of a sudden I called out a couple clowns and people started throwin' dirt on me Now I feel like Hollow at the face off cause it's crazy how all of a sudden the tables turned on me When Beas' first hit me up to book this He said, "Now I know you don't have enough time to prepare and I'm aware of this The money is good so you can call up Sikh on the phone, discuss the time limits and how you gon' prepare for it." And I said, "First of all. I don't negotiate with terrorists." At first I took too long to respond, he started gettin' arrogant He told Beas, "I don't even wanna see his face. Just tell me when you take care of it." And I was like, "Damn! This guy handles his battles like his arranged marriages." If you Real sick (Sikh) than I'm very sick, I bury shit Big Arab shit, I came all the way down to Houston with a bunch of Rockets under my wing like Larry Smith Yeah, you got a big bow you shoot your arrows with Bitch I'm Arabic, so even when it's war time we rarely flinch You can catch me singin' through Armageddon like Aerosmith Now that's first of all Now second of all, I will beat your little large ass the fuck up! God damn on camera, you look tall and buff as shit You gotta be kidding me This guy's a midget in real life, what the fuck is this? I'm a legend, me, I can't eat off this This must be what it's like in real life when you order the Iron Sheik off Wish Fuck that, it's like Smack ordered ME off Wish I said, low prep time, I knew this would be do or die with him They say, "You can't kill a man who's ready to lose his life, but you can try with him." With that being said, there ain't shit he can do to me Cause I've already accepted this battle as my suicide mission Now that I got that out the way, you gon' get this work falafel face Before I go any further I'ma need your small large ass to sit down Got a bunch of important shit to get out, I'ma do it in this round Ayo Eazy! Look who's the bitch now Oh I bet your stomach is turnin' watchin' me burn you in front of this big crowd Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I DO!) It's crazy, how we're in two different locations but we're both getting Real Sikh (sick) now They say, "Dizaster is the one that switched." How? Y'all the motherfuckers that wanted that shit You just mad that I'm on the biggest stage in the world and next week you gonna be battlin' on Summer Sadness {Crowd boos. Dizaster loses his spot for a minute} I guess I did too much of that and I gotta find a different way to approach you I figured for all the work you put in on URL, all the pain you must go through You can't make none of these cards on your own, Smack ready to disown you Cause when it comes to sellin' out these big stages, you New Era cats ain't got the type of talent he can go to All you good for is being spoiled brats, gettin' up in his face and actin' like he owes you So even you in a new student, you still stuck in the class below you That's why Smack put you on the back burner and put your bitch ass to home school (Home Skool) Man, does this dude have an attitude or somethin' I will smack dude actin' like a lab mutant buggin' I will smack you with the Papoose backhand and ya ass doin' nothin' I will stash you and your half human cousins in a tandoori oven I will pull an axe out, I will hack you up with somethin' Bag him up and dump him He'll be like Nipsey Hustle, they gon' find the other half of you in London You wanna know how I battle? Okay, why is it that all these Sikh guys look like they were born naturally wearing eye shadow? This guy is like the White Castle of rhyme battles Now-a-days you only see his little goofy ass on iBattle cause he wins once in every like five battles You can catch him online cryin' how "I didn't have enough time for the Shine battle Tryin' to find balance in-between a famous recording artist and taking care of my camel, my mind's scrambled." I feel like I'm battlin' me from my past life, and just to get here I had to time travel Cause this dude, his whole life he's been livin' in my 5 o'clock shadow He gonna go for a Math angle He been going for low hangin' fruit since day one Now all a sudden, Osama Bin fuckin' Laden wants me to catch a fair one {Crowd starts getting restless} That wrap on your head ain't even Islamic {Diz to the crowd} [Diz] Shut up! Do you guys wanna hear this shit or not?" [Crowd] No! [Diz] Fuck you! [Smack] Hold it down [Diz] I'ma still repeat it. It fucked up my whole round, but I'ma repeat it. I'm goin, I'm goin'. I ain't stoppin'. I'm goin'. Y'all aren't doin' this. Y'all aren't going to do this to me. Nope! Now all a sudden, Osama Bin fuckin' Laden wants me to catch a fair one That wrap on your head ain't even Islamic It's a bonnet This bitch ain't got her hair done You look like Jaz when she wakes up Ms. Hustle when she 'bout to go to bed and take off her make-up I'll slap that dishrag off of your head like Pat Stay but I'll also step back and throw in a blade cut The doctors will have to stitch the top of your head and your face up 'til it looks like a lace front Bitch it's a wrap, I'm wiggin' on him, all your stories are made up I seen your last battle in Houston you ain't got shit but crickets so I don't want this to come off as hate but Since y'all don't react to my shit today I might as well blow this whole fuckin' place up He's like, "Nah Diz, you can't. I'm not a terrorist. I'm sorry Diz, I'm not a terrorist Me and my people we not Iranian/Arabians and it's bad for you to do that to your culture and make the comparison." You right bitch, we don't share the same heritage Cause y'all some computer geeks, network freaks When we talkin' networks, our shit get that deep I'm talkin' AK's, we can get that Artillery? We can get that Grenade launchers come in ten packs each I got enough 'Arab Money' on his head I can dead that beef And even after I spend that, I'll still have a lot of money left for the Rockets like Fred Vanvleet Bitch your spicy fuckin' crib smells like a dead man's feet And I heard your fuckin' uncle got engaged to your step-dad's niece and she got yellow ass teeth Me and you look the same, why do we have beef? There's too few of us around, we should just have peace Plus I'm from the Middle East so you know I got the connect to get you those headwraps cheap Time. Fuck it. Fuck y'all [Round 2: Real Sikh] Before we get started can y'all repeat after me, Long Live Pat Stay (Long Live Pat Stay!) That was my dawg man, I still ain't get past the news We raised a quarter mil' for your fam' homie, still crazy I got to battle you I know you proud watchin' this event Shit, even you and Dizaster's cool It was an honor being your last battle on SMACK, not it's 'bout to be your last one too You said, you're not a guest in this culture and this is your culture Y'all condoning this? (No!) Bitch you wouldn't be shit in this culture if they didn't allow you to have a voice in it My identity and my name, I don't act different, everyone know I'm Sikh But you? Dependin' on who you hang around, your persona switch On the west coast he Crip King Of The Dot he do that scientific multi shit On SMACK he holdin' clips In other countries he a foreign kid Everything you do is backwards, no one told you this? You appropriate the culture and only rep your culture when it's appropriate You a vulture Diz! And Eazy 30'd you, put ya fame through the roof You lost in the buildin' at your event, that made this lame lose his cool He lost in The Bay In The Bay?! They knew it too How you from Lebanon and we ain't see The Bay root (Beirut) for you Nobody hate you because of your race, we hate you for you He lose all control and be screamin' Talkin' 'bout this NDA that he got but no one believe it Them lies you told is misleadin' You like rhymes, right? You know what rhyme with "Non Disclosure Agreement"? "You Not Supposed To Be Speakin'" Shhhh Now I gotta make him shut the fuck up and chalk him out, have your fam' speechless How does cuttin' your organs sound? 'Til the blood will be pourin' out And I don't need no N.D.A. when I do somethin' unspeakable there's nothin' to talk about Watch ya mouth I don't hesitate if he talkin' trash Wuhan, China When I start disaster (Dizaster), it's off the bat You thought the vaccine ain't work, and shit, you didn't lie Cause they gave you a shot, and you got Real Sikh (sick) and died You up here heavy breathin', stutterin' and shit Your raps ain't clear You battled in Arabic, Spanish, Russian, and the fans ain't care Ain't touched URL in the last eight years Cause no matter how many languages you speak you don't translate here You ain't great on this side cause how outdated your style is Tryin' to be complicated with rhymin' so on stages you dyin' Shit is different over here, haymakers be shinin' Keep rhymin' a bunch of words, you just wastin' our time This shit is different, it ain't comedy, it's a dangerous environment How you the future Dizaster (disaster)? You ain't notice the change in the climate You ain't shit, on this side Top five is what they had 'em all before But his best shit is in the past, he fallin' off Mount Rushmore He ain't outside, this his first Summer Madness on the card So if Dizaster (disaster) ain't floodin' the streets, what's he in that category for (four)? You ain't shit You think you part of the roster, eeehh, it's not your place Calm that shit down, you going to go from "nahmasayin'" to "namaste" Free Surf That's Jersey shit What I'm tryin' to say Is on SMACK, the only disaster (Dizaster) we respect is a Tsu'nami wave Get the fuck off the stage! [Dizaster] Alright {A long break where no one knows where Dizaster went off to. Then Dizaster pops out with a muscle shirt and a head wrap} [Round 2: Dizaster] {mimicking Real Sikh} You not from SMACK blibbity blap I look like Russell Peters in a muscle t-shirt {mimicking Real Sikh again} Ayo Smack, wiggity wiggity The big bibbity, the bigger the shoulder I'm so big, I could lift up a boulder One swipe from the armpit, Smack get a whiff of the odor Ayo, I'm sittin' at home and I sit in the dome and I'm fillin' my quota You get found missin', missin' in the middle of Minnesota Which is coincidently where I was dodging missiles and boulders next to the Indian boarder Then his fake ass goes into one of his war stories like, "Back home in India bro. My war stories...they turned me into a soldier I can't describe the pain to y'all seein' my best friend in a puddle of blood, hunched over But it wasn't a gun that took his life y'all My mans got killed by a cobra." What?! You little fuckin' tough guy you from hood gimmick is over Cause I know where you really from You from North New Brunswick bitch, not New Brunswick, the north north, the gentrified, the white side I asked Suge, "Where's that even on on the map?" He's like, "That's the white, white, white side." I was like, "What? He's like, "Yeah. What's his life like?" I was like, "What's his life like? I'll tell you what his life's like." You know I know my geography, right? He lives in a one-mile radius of a gentrified town of Edison Now Edison is all Indians who kicked out all the melinated people So it's just them and the white guys So they can give each other tax free corporate hi-5's This guy- far way from the drive-bys They always have Wi-Fi If they can't jog their little dogs then psst, they'll take them on bike rides Then he wants to come up here and he wants to always brag, how he got it bad And how his mom and dad Are not really from Islamibad, but they really live in a Tas Mahal Palace made outta marble slab And he's got another fuckin' cousin that he calls "Sinbad" Who also wears this retarded rag And the current car he has used to be his father's cab What?! Don't you get it? We just a novelty act You ain't Real Sikh (sick) you a hypochondriac And y'all believe his war stories? But me? I know he's a clown Just cause both of us brown don't mean shit I've been through a war The closest you've ever been to havin' war in the ground Is visiting back home in ya town And havin' to piss and shit into a hole in the ground cause you ain't got no toilets around And we used to be just like them ...Except we can afford them right now All this dude do is come on stage, act like me and throw shit around But when you at the dinner table with your parents that ain't how your voice really sounds Imagine, "Mother, mother, I'm a hungry terrorist Flippin' the cornbread over the asparagus Grabbin' the lambchops, you know I ain't sharin' it Cause if you've ever seen Sikh's resume...you know he doesn't usually cherry pick Besides the fact that I look like a fuckin' Bollywood actor Me and you don't got any common factors I'm not like any of you spoiled form battlers And I'ma tell you why all of this matters When you go home to your parents they address you as "Kumar", not as the rapper Bitch, my family respect this craft so much even my own mom calls Me "Dizaster"! Whooo! That's that Ricky Flair Any moment now he's going to start pounding on his chest like a grizzly bear like he ain't about to get killed in here Bro, the only thing you ever contributed to this culture is the extensions from your women's hair and it ends right there Ain't nobody wanna hear a religious prayer from this fuckin' Cricket player He screams "Jersey" like he's the city mayor But he ain't really chillin' there He act like he from the hood but he ain't really there You ain't from the slum, dawg (Slumdog), you a Millionaire {Diz takes off the muscle shirt} You see this? I used to try to get big like him before the battles But after I tore my ACL...for me that's it Plus I realized at the time this sport is about sharpening the mind so, all that extra muscle today I'ma show you why we don't need that shit Sikh, the routine you train and put in with the pen is not the same as when you put them into the plates in the gym You can't focus on both, so now-a-days I stay gettin' thin To let you know the condition my brain really in Dawg, if we stay lean It's from takin' plates and gainin' weight Them green proteins shakes don't mean a thing That's why slowly you've been losin' all your detailed schemes Cause while you over there gettin' swole, over here you kept deflating You spent too much time takin', Creatine instead of creating You over there crawling under barbed wires Lifting these heavy squats, benching these large tires And somehow when you came back you just couldn't set the bar higher Speakin' of setting the bar higher...we're on the bottom of the flyer Thanks a lot Sanjaya Fuckin'- Eye Of The Tiger Hell nah it ain't time Back home, I gotta tell you a secret about the guy Back home, he has another wife He left her back home in India Cause she's handicapped and she has a deformed tibia Handicapped, that like- you were blessed man, that's an actual freak She's still the man of the house So she's out in the rice fields tryin' to provide for her family to eat Comes home after a long hard day at work and you're nowhere to be found to remove the calluses from her feet She relaxes on the couch and unstraps the platform off her head with a latch underneath Attached to a plastic strap that goes after her teeth That she uses as support for her forehead so she can balance a basket of wheat These guys think that they're experts at meditating Just cause they can go in a yoga position on a mattress for weeks They don't do that shit cause of willpower They did that cause they don't have shit to eat Bat piss on the seats 9 to 5 is cleaning up giraffe shit in the streets His mother fuckin' licks on athlete's feet {Aktive pulls Diz and Diz jumps back to the front of the stage} I'll fuckin' keep goin'! Did I get that round or not?! [Round 3: Real Sikh] Ummm, we gotta talk about one of them famous bars that you had You said, "get ate (eight) sideways like the number infinity", I started to laugh Infinity ain't a number...he wasn't the smartest in class But I don't blame him for gettin' numbers wrong, we know he got a problem with Math You ain't fight him yet so it's still an angle Teach a man how to squabble, look like I got somethin' to teach First thing you do, stagger your stance, get in touch with ya reach See the power that go to the hip, come from the feet Chin tucked in the tee when you duckin' and weave Yo teach your man how to squabble, don't be rushin' technique Knuckles easy to break, so when you throw one you should squeeze Do you know why boxers go tst tst tst? Because you should breathe Hit him in the temple or the jaw, you'll at least buckle his knees Yo teach your man how to squabble Not jump when it's beef He knew his homies had his back so when he swung it was weak He planted that shit with Math, the same way he rushes his schemes So focused on the set up that the punch wasn't clean The fuck do you mean? You couldn't have handled it in a parking lot? Thought the venue would call the cops? Do it off the block It's been 10 years, you don't wanna make the talking stop? Math been waitin' so long for you to line up the fade he do his show in a barber shop You always involved in drama, your life is embarrassin' You only here cause URL petty and the hype that you carryin' I don't like it I bury him Knifin' a terrorist Slicin' through his skin look like I'm writin' in Arabic Y'all know what's hilarious? He was just sayin', "Fuck URL" See how fast they switch? For years he said the URL App ain't shit Now no other league's fuckin' wit' you, you on the SMACK stage Diz'? And guess where this battle goin'? Yeah, App Gang bitch Ayo Houston! Let me talk to y'all real quick He said, since he battled Canibus and Cassidy he helped the culture win But how? He got these random investors to throw events They don't even watch battle rap, they just tossin' money and hope it stick Give a big bag to the outsider that do a bad show then dip While real rappers get the crumbs that they can't even hold for rent So how you not a vulture? You the one lettin' the vultures in You don't help the scene you poison it Look at the fights you causin' Same corny shit that gets you conservative, white endorsements Type to always be writin' bars that sound racist, might be awkward So I don't need him to pass the torch, if that the torch he light a cross with Legend who? You 37 and act like a kid in detention do The attention you think you get from views make you not accept the truth This the kind of talk to learn a lesson through If it's easy (Eazy) to get out of character, then that character ain't meant for you This my 18th URL battle and with all the legends I see I'll be standin' in front of Roc and Nitty before I get to 19 I'm stamped, to get in you needed a special ID So you can imitate my voice, but you never gon' leave an impression like me Just be hyped that Beas' got you Summer Madness and offered a chance After this, don't get online and talk to ya fans Cryin', that there's a setup and it's part of the plans Stay off of the 'Gram, and take this fuckin' loss like a man I'm on that Jersey shit, that goin' all out shit Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds wit'? You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now bitch Cause you can't show up to work (When you call out Sikh (sick)!) Jersey! [Round 3: Dizaster] This is it. Just let me get this off. Let me start with some rebuttals. You ready??!!! Bitch you called me "an embarrassment" You gonna embarrass who? I barely even prepared for you You Real Sikh (sick)? Aww, I'll take care of you with some Theraflu First of all, you wanna know how I battle? Like Goku I will smoke you like a burnt up horse shoe Then I'll force you To eat pork through A small tube Or a snorkel Just so it can sound like {snorts} when you pull through You got this dude tryin' to fuck with me? He gettin' old too This ain't the straw that broke the camel's back This the straw I'm 'bout to snort all my Columbian coke through Arabs, y'all real men? Y'all let your women control you The other day my bitch asked me if we can go to Nobu and I said, "Nooo boo!" Real Arab Closed the door told her to get back in the house {Crowd starts booing} Real Arab Told her to get back in the fuckin' house "But I wanna go over the-" "Shut ya fuckin' mouth" And you shut your mouth too you already know what I'm on You actin' like you ain't gettin' fucked up here, barely a float holdin' on They helpin' you But you know how I know you ain't one of us? {sniffs} You got deodorant on, and that's where I draw the line I'ma put the bitch in the red Roll up like a mental patient with invisible friends, I hit Sikh (sick) in the head Get his head twisted like Trippie Redd I can say "no" to drugs now, I can sizzle his egg Or I can wait for him to fall asleep Creep in and catch him slippin' instead A cancer patient {gun cocks} I'll catch sick (Sikh) in the bed Stretchin' ya The Turbinator versus The Predator Projectiles from the Heckler Sound like two jets interceptin' ya Too fast for Apu from The Simpsons to register You used to be a high school wrestler And you from a suburb in Jersey, you a bitch ass mark You said I'm appropriating, but you the one appropriating this culture tryin' to impact this art You a fake ass wrestler on the streets tryin' to front on them like you got Hitman heart (Hart) Bitch you know you in denial, you an orphanage child You go to war with me how? I'll put you on FaceTime and make you watch me as I torture your cow Look...I saved the end of this verse, cause I wanted to talk to you guys {Diz sits down on the stage} So I'ma get this shit off my chest He talked a lot of shit...about us being two different type of "Middle Easterns" Well y'all wanna know what's the difference between us? Today you guys are about to find out Sikh, when was the first time you ever wrote a rhyme down? Do you remember? I feel like you was listening to a song or see it on TV and thought "Maybe this is something I should try out." For me, do y'all wanna know when was the first time I ever wrote a rhyme down? (When?) I was runnin' from my school to my house to hide in my bedroom under Israeli missile strikes tryin' to hide out All alone in my room, the pressure of me finally dyin' died out And I used my pen to feel like I could finally survive now And that's when I wrote my first rhyme down In '99 I'm gonna tell y'all my life story. So y'all can boo or whatever but at least you'll hear it And that's when I wrote my first rhyme down In '99 we would leave Beirut, and we would take a flight out I came to the states My first interaction was with a white guy who told me I'm a guest in this culture and how this isn't my house I immediately started becoming friends with all the black folks A couple months down the line, my best homie Steve got murdered, he taught me everything about the streets When my mom seen him on the front steps, that's when they moved me right out You know where? To an all-white school They thought I was gonna be cool But it was full of white supremacists and peckerwoods Now, can you imagine my life now? From my homies gettin' killed to movin' me to an all-white school Full of peckerwoods and white supremacists, imagine my life now This was at the height of the 9/11 shit, everybody was givin' me the side mouth I changed my name from "Bachir" to "Bobby" On the outside I was actin' tough, but on the inside I wanted to cry my eyes out Cause I didn't wanna look like a cancer patient, but at this point it was the only way for me to hide these eyebrows {Crowd continues to be restless} They ain't gonna let me get it off. They don't give a fuck. Yeah, yeah. I'ma get it off. I'ma do it. They don't even wanna let me tell this goddamn shit. I'ma continue it, I ain't stoppin'. I ain't stoppin'. I ain't come all the way out here to stop. On the outside- at least be quiet so I can spit it. You guys paid for this shit On the outside it looked like I wasn't bothered but on the inside I wanted to cry my eyes out Cause at this point I didn't wanna look like a cancer patient, but it was the only way for me to hide these eyebrows Now for these next- I'ma have to give you guys a disclaimer before I get these next lines out I'ma say some shit that's gonna really get me booed But you wanted the truth and you want the truth so right now you 'bout to find out I walked up, yep, a group of peckerwoods told me "dune coon" I said, "What?" I didn't even know what it meant Things started goin' around in my mind now I didn't know what he was talkin' 'bout but I could feel the vibes now Then he told me, "You a sand nigga." {Crowd starts to boo} Yeah I said it! Yeah I said it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah. Nah, nah. Now listen. I'ma get this off. Yeah, yeah. No, I'm gettin' it off. I don't give a FUCK. Yeah, I'ma get it off. That's cool. Let me get my shit off {Crowd starts chanting 3-0 for Real Sikh} That's cool. Let me get my shit off. That's cool. I don't give a fuck that's what I was told. It's crazy- my bad. Oh, I didn't mean... [Smack] Hold it down. Let's get it {Rum Nitty says something to Diz and Diz responds} Nah. I'm finishing my shit. I'm finishing. I ain't endin' it like that. Hell no {Diz goes back to the crowd} Aye, if y'all real hip hop y'all ain't gonna let me get my voice off? Y'all won't let me get my voice off? [Smack] Aight, what we doin'? [Diz] For real? Damn, that's fuckin' crazy. At least I said it [Smack] You good? [Diz] They won't let me rap [Smack] Yo, hold it down {Crowd erupts with "No"} [Smack] Aight, let's get it. It's over