Dizaster

"Dizaster vs. Saynt LA"

[Round 1: Saynt LA]
You damn near cried cause your gay slurs wouldn't be televised
In Inglewood, a dude said the f-word and then he died
f*ck Twitch, on Manchester you better say never mind
I'm from Inglewood, I don't give a f*ck about Lebanon
There's weapons flying, we got guns so big you need both hands
And you can load it with the unexploaded missiles found in your homeland
See, me and Reece opened the Grand Prix and we was fighting
I've been punching since the opening scene, like Leonidas
The difference with me is I won't repeat a mistake twice
So you can best belief, tonight Leonidas done got his aim right, Xerxes
Why is it a persian to murk me when I've been purgin'?
My enemies lay in dirt, where the earth be
As the kings watch from above they don't ever wanna try me
Cause they know on that walk down, they'd be stepping over bodies
But you don't think that I could kill you cause I'm fifty seats below you
f*ck how high you are, you know that I can see you when I smoke you, that's elevation
You best bring your best or be devastated, yeah
Saynt forsees a godly disaster, that's revelation
I've never hated, conversate to God
Now, I ain't said to make it to my final destination
Dizaster can catch me later
You was tellin' Hays about the Doppler effect
That sh*t was trash, you spit it fast
Then was mad when the trash didn't get reaction
But in this instance that was when your pen and pad reflected the style you really rap with
Cause your simple patterns do have the Doppler effect, we can predict Dizaster
Nobody's punched you so I'm here to tell you your last jaw
You brushed A off but to brake the camel's back, I'll be the last straw
Cause you paint pictures with straight filler and that ain't divinism arts
When I can paint a picture in two lines, that's fine art
It's outdated to paint pictures when writing, they did in Egypt
Today I'm teaching you a new way to write, like the Phoenicians
The old Saynt was a demon and I'm praying my soul's safe
But I'm in a ring with a star, all I see is the gold face
But wait, that's fake news, cause for me to convey you, is Lucifer a straight stupid?
You would think a saint knew that the devil can make music
And that's a fact, if you do got slaps, you don't talk about it
sh*t, we haven't seen disasters on tracks, just the Boston bombing
Big shame, that's a banger you could fill up in your chest
Like Frank Lucas piano, it's an instrument of death
You always rap about some terrorist sh*t, and I don't like it
This dude's committed to Isis, like Osiris
And you rap great but just carried this league until your back brake
Shoutout to you, but in this tourney today is your last day
Then, after this, Twitch gon shut this down at a fast pace
I smoke you then King of the Dot gon have a blackface
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