[Round 1: DNA]

Right now I am like, "Finally...

After five long years, Bachir is spending time with me

Through all the "time flies loud" and me saying "something something"

I enjoyed our rivalry

You swung on Math, I never knew you saying, "I dare you" could make a man act violently

So if you have any anger issues Dizaster, you can tell me privately

After he sucker punched Math

He was like, "Aw, fuck. I can't wait to put this in my diary

He asked me to do it so I did it. Technically he invited me."

Well if you wanna punch just punch, if not I'ma feel like you trying me

You begged for Iron then you lost to Iron, the irony

I can get him murdered for half the price

Squeeze the ratchet twice

And D's will give 'em tips, that's Shaq advice

Beretta blow, it'll snatch his life

You never know, when the Mag's in sight

So I just let it go like the passive type

I get hype with the steel, get his casket right

Plus I got a license to kill, that's Gladys Knight

You swing on me, I'ma weave and give him half the knife

Cause I ain't trying to bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme) When Disaster Strike

But you let Alki David put up $100,000 in a battle you lost in

To an industry rapper

How can you rap and be a legend?

You got destroyed so badly in that battle I had to come to L.A. and do my Cassidy impression

"Dizaster I killed you dawg, no I really killed you dawg

Shut the fuck up dawg

I was sipping Belaire getting sick and I think I scared you

Cause you swung on Math and not me and I double dogged dared you

And that battle dawg you was straight trash and I recycled bars

I killed you with shit from my 2008 bag

And still think you wearing a Drake mask

So I'm just waiting for you Lil' Wayne and Nicki to skate past."

But enough jokes, let the machine blast

If he leave fast, five will make 'em stand still, freeze tag

I'm dumping the mil', let three blast

So if you see son with the steel, it ain't Steve Nash

How you been watching every game and he ain't the best in the league, Pass?

Get him a League Pass 'fore I make you and everyone in his league pass

You vers' Cassidy, we thought you'd smoke him like he's trash

But as Diz' continued (discontinued), we all seen it was a dream Cass' (Dreamcast)

You know they discontinued Dreamcasts? Let 'em come play

You brag about beating Gjonaj, that's shit I never would say

You lost to Arcane, Cortez, Pat Stay, that's where the evidence lays

So your soldier ain't the same facing veterans day

Ain't y'all two niggas fight? Right? Right before Total Slaughter?

Cause he decided to go on Math's side and got tight cause 'Lyt set in

And then y'all staged a fake fight with fake blood hoping that niggas on my side dead it?

You was scared to come to New York

Cause if you was there you would've known your life ended

I mean he pretended to be dizzy after seeing where Lyt headed

Now I'm back to these bars like I skipped probation

If his clique go aiming then disco blazing

Your niggas tried to hide til you see the fifth go waving

But once I showed the (shoulder) pop they told me where Diz' located

And now we dislocated, you think the mystery opponent is a disadvantage

But you better with general bars

This is actually to Diz' advantage

I discovered you don't do well with people discolored

And I can freestyle so I ain't gon' bring Diz' comfort (discomfort)

I don't care who Diz' infect

I'ma clean 'em up, disinfect

A lot of y'all disagreeing til you see Diz connect

A lot of people dislike what Diz' likes

So when you hear a Diz' bar you question how Diz' said it

And instead of giving Diz' credit we discredit

I will disassemble, anything Diz' assemble then give Diz' a ray

I'm disloyal but loyal to them Grapes cause those are them niggas who Diz' obey

So if Diz' play then I'ma Diz' play on making this the worst disappearance

And the only thing y'all niggas gon' see after this battle is a Diz' appearance (disappearance)

Nigga you tried to act tough, and I was there when you spit in front of Eurgh

I mean I watched the shit

It was me, Charlie Clips, Arsonal in the hotel lobby

While your man was acting like he was in a karate flick

He was like, "DNA, he owes me 60 pounds

And if I don't get my money, then I'ma start to hit on him this way

I mean I'ma a calculated bully. So I decided I'ma pick on him this way."

Started practicing, shadow boxing like, "I'ma kick on him this way

And if I still don't get my money then, pssst, I'ma spit on him this way."

You're not tough Diz' you're just bi-polar

You swear that you the dopest and you the hottest

The reason you ask for a mystery opponent is cause your ass can't stay on topic

One minute you spitting rapidly, then you wanna battle happily

Then you wanna battle Canibus, then you wanna battle Math, then you wanna battle Cassidy

It's like "I'm Diz' I start whiling in it, I'm freestyling with it

But your brain can't calculate how your brain and your mind is moving a thousand miles per minute."

Like, one part of his mind is like, "Fuck DNA."

The other part of his mind is like, " We got 4 million views together. I love DNA."

Then the other side of his brain is like, "Drake was there and gave us 15 hundred

So I wanna hug DNA

I know he's cool with Math and Cortez so I don't trust DNA

I kinda hate this guy

He mix up words like "macklemare" and "blank screen" I wanna erase this guy."

I wish I could be Quinton Miller and if I could I would Drake this guy

I hate this guy."

It's round one it's getting hot in here, L.A. y'all know my slogan

(Get him the fuck outta here)

Hell no, get this dude that sucks the fuck outta here

Get you swinging on Math and that jump the fuck outta here

You spitting on Eur', thinking that's tough the fuck outta here

I mean, I thought we was friends but you might try me, get this dude I don't trust the fuck outta here

[Round 1: Dizaster]

Look, congratulations bitch, you just won a blind date with a terrorist

And what I'm 'bout to say don't take this as arrogance

Cause I didn't know who they paired me with and I'm okay with it

Cause I was raised Arabic, I'm used to meeting all my bitches through arranged marriages

When I set up this battle, my request is that I don't know the name that I'm getting

You know me, I like my opponents like my Saudi Arabian women

I want their face to be hidden

But when the veil's lifted and the lights come on I'm like Lebron

But when them lights is off, I'm like Jean Claude when he lost his vision and his sight was gone

Cause even though I'm at a disadvantage against all night, this fight's still on

I walked into this like a Bloodsport, not knowing who I was firing upon

But I'm like Mr. Miyagi cause I'm so strong

I can catch a body on the fly wearing a blindfold on

Damn I'm too good for him

At first I thought it was Caustic, turns out I was wrong

Figured it would be you dawg since you're used to sticking your giant nose where it doesn't belong

But no I got you instead, DNA

When the fuck are you gonna stop battling?

Don't you listen to any fucking feedback that you get?

Fucking, twitching for a match up, fucking 'bout to relapse for a hit

He needs rap for a fix

You really need to fucking stop Dina

Fucking, if you don't get clean after this you gon' be the first battle rapper to get sent to rehab for this shit

Imagine him, "Hi, my name is DNA. I don't do drugs

But I probably should quit battling because I do it too much."

Are you fucking stupid or what?

How many battles could someone do in a month?

Every day, I go on my computer, and a new battle from you on YouTube is up

Titled under, "DNA versus...who gives a fuck!?"

It's like trying to get an opponent for you is a constant struggle

Like doing the fucking Carlton shuffle with carpal tunnel

You Michael J. Fox don't got arms to scuffle

You just a square trying to box with words you a crossword puzzle

Of course you deserve to be anonymous, they should put you in a dark little bubble

They took your face off the flier cause having your face on it would be a waste like a Versace buckle

Which makes sense cause I don't gotta waste/waist lines at all to son/sun you

You can't get nobody above you cause you been a ghost your whole life

But you know what that's like, "DNA, everywhere I go I got my mic

I battle with him, I battle with them, I battle with everybody, I battle with my friends."

Yo, that was the worst impression of me that I've ever heard

Fucking word

Fucking weirdo, now that it's you I have to devise a new game plan

Cause I'm battling a dude with a fucking IQ of a fucking Geicko caveman

Where the fuck did you find this strange man?

Yo I bet you and Michael Strahan have the same type of DNA strands

Fucking, bunch of fucking losers

It's the same shit with all of these dumb fucks

"Ayo I throw a four leaf clover in the sky. What's that? That means your luck's up

I got a Mario shroom on the block. What's that? That mean it's 1 up

I get green for the grass and the roots? What's that?"

That doesn't mean nothing shut the fuck up!

Honestly, seeing you here is a bit surprising

Not because you the one they picked because I barely recognized him

He looks a little different without K-Shine standing there like a little bitch beside him

I fucking need some oxygen I can't think right

Fucking, flipping my shit and I'm freestyling

Yo, you look like 50 Cent mixed with Tyson

And you look like 50 Tyson!

Just a fake ass rapper from the fucking east side that gave birth to a bunch of fucking breed of wiggers

A bunch of fucking kids who now think cool to be some killers

Got kids like Charron walking around now thinking it's cool to keep the blicker

"Yo, yo, yo I'm a Grape Street Cripper."

You see the shit online and mention it and they think you're bitter

I guess a 140 characters online ain't enough to say some real shit on Twitter

I guess it's the way of our thinking differs

Since you dumber than me I'ma have to scoop down to your level so help you see the picture

Ayo, you in denial/the Nile like the Egypt river

See these banks got you thinking that you an experienced swimmer

You dove in head first but the current sea turning you into thirsty drinkers

I give you fresh substance straight from the spring delivered

But you'd rather leech off of these fucking schemes of fillers

Just stuck to the same old recycled fucking TV dinners

You got nothing in your scene, it's nothing but a bunch of fucking fake ass dudes talking about they squeeze the trigger

That's why you can't find a decent spitter in your city since the last time you seen Big Tigger

And guess what, hip hop is dead where you from

Your infrastructure is completely withered

It's nothing left but a fucking generation of PG steppers

That look like they were manufactured from the same 3D printer

You went from Talib Kweli to popping the ninas on the block with the heaters

In the same old fucking monotone garbage ass sequence

You were our forefathers, now you the fucking reason why the art is depleting

Yo, every time someone spits a stop, pause, and repeat it

It makes me want to fucking stomp out Conceited

Yo, cause he ain't nothing, he ain't no real lyricist

Yo, he's the average fucking pyramid scheme that you come by

I see you reaching up high and try to be at the top of the food chain with the elite alumni

But weak genes never mix with the secret bloodlines

The closest you get to the top of the food chain

Is making some blood sacrifices, I'm talking about losing at least a left eye

So when you leave here you will only be able to see from one side

Yeah, I'll fucking stab you with this pen in your head

So I can carve every single punchline

And leave my initials carved between your chumps eyes

So when the ink becomes dry, you look like DC Young Fly

Yo you fucking pussy, your mom is an autistic bitch, what you think we forgot it?

Your mother is r-r-r-r-r-retarded!

Of course I'm gonna bring up a slick comment

In fact you can almost depend on it

This Christmas I'm buying your mother a brand new wheelchair with 20 inch rims on it

Fucking have a little LCD screen built with windchill wipers equipped on it

So when she speaks it automatically turns on and wipes the spit off it

Yo, ain't shit y'all can tell me

This is west coast, home of Snoop Dogg, 2Pac, Makaveli

You're from the fucking home of Donald Trump and Martin Shkreli

Ain't shit y'all can say to us

Cause we gave you shit like NWA and Kurupt

And you gave us Ma$e and Puff

You're famous for taking it in the butt

Fucking, DMX I could probably book him for a bag of angle dust and 80 bucks

Fucking, seen KRS-One hanging out at the bus stop the other day 'bout to take a bus

Then a homeless dude walked by him and threw some change in his cup