Grind Time Now - Swave Sevah vs Dizaster lyrics

[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 n***a looking befuddled Dissecting my words trying to find something to rebu*tal 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 f**ing cut you open til your guts are showing Then I'll load up a full clip." f** outta here with that bullsh** We all know you ain't popping off, you don't bust guns crazy n***a 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 pay 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 n***a Them Canadians ain't do sh**, but you in New York now n***a And you f**ed 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 f** 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 n***as warning me Saying I rap retardedly cause he be rapping rapidly Y'all think he would demolish me? n***a please He say a lot of things but the n***a comedy So in actuality this is quantity versus quality This n***a's a big a** 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 sh** [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, bis**ual 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 f**ing 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 f** like the last time Method Man and Redman tried teaming up Your wife is a tweaker s*ut 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 f** 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 sh**. You?, Porter potty I'm the real thing you a photocopy But keep talking sh** and being over-co*ky 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 gla** 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 f*ggot Iron Man can stop me If I survive the blast I'll still fight you with half my body Still get your a** 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 f** Truth is, you haters You just a b**h 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 f**ing 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 sh**, did you just see that right there? His homeboy whispered in his ear started giving him tips Motherf**er you'll get ripped Start doing this wit' your face I'm moving the crowd with my motherf**ing 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 witj 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 d**h, 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 d**h 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 n***as 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 a** tsunami catching bodies All across the southern Asian coast n***a that's....hold on Ain't you the same n***a that had all those Asian jokes? Oh yo I'ma k** this n***a, 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 n***a I will beat Bin Laden's location up out of you All from a**a**in'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 b**h a** n***a frail, you f** 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 n***a!) Aye, shut the f** up! (f** outta here with that sh**) Shut up! Shut the f** 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 f**ing wack dude I mean if you pronounce the letter V one more time, I'm gonna stab you This motherf**er, are you seriously kidding me You guys over here talking sh** trying to throw me off, literally I got some sh** 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 b**h 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 p**n 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 cla** Hold on, hold on, don't make me say it again You probably trying to avenge the d**h of A-Cla** like I said, you and PH, graduated from the same cla**, 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 gla** (Shut the f** up, hey shut the f** 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 f** 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 f*ggot, 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 sh** I smash one on your head I f** around and hit you and [?] burning your flesh I'ma k** 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 'f*ggot' on your casket with a magic marker I f**ing.. I'll f**ing.. 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-Cla** he got in they face But I ain't see none of that sh** 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 sh** I witnessed firsthand the type of sh** that this b**h 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 n***a was scared like a b**h 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 n***a said, "Ayo, ayo yo yo we just gon' walk through the hood like that?" I couldn't believe my ears, f**ed my head up Did the double take, looked in his face, seen he was dead up Would've thought he was a cold blooded k**er from how he be rhyming You went from that Al Qaeda column to the cowardly lion True story, I rea**ured 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 f**ing nerd Me? I got goons everywhere, my n***as live off the payroll They'l 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 sh** across the street Question for any Diz' fan hearing this, I'm curious The f** y'all see in this n***a? 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 n***a with Tourette's Syndrome f**ing f*ggot! f*ggot! This motherf**er such a racist at heart 10 bucks says he's afraid of the dark You b**h made, you better start playing your part See you wrote your first rounds, we chambering ours Gunning n***as corrupting your sweet little suburbia Backyard barbecued breaking bread with murderers n***as that won't hesitate to put 10 in your turban And send this fake terrorist to his 70 virgins Team Homi n***a [Round 3: Dizaster] Yo Grind Time Rappers I spoke to 90% of them on the phone Y'all got b**h 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 f**ing 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 a** toes No damn socks with his shoes off f*ggot a** 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 f** 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 sh** On how Cam'ron and Ma$e were just a couple of f*ggots you used to ball with Sounded kinda jealous, salty and all pissed That's why they put him down on that long list of Harlem's kids that got black balled b**h And you f** a black bald b**h This f*ggot is f**ing lame He told me a bunch of stories at Grizzle trying to throw dirt on Canibus' name Come on tell me the truth Really? Really? That's not all that? You didn't really tell me that you were gonna hop on him on the one track And got all pissed off cause the motherf**er never called back So he started b**hing telling me "I f**ed Canibus' sister, I f**ed Canibus' sister" I don't give a f** if you f**ed Canibus' sister when you see him you'll probably ask him for a picture Time to expose Swave Sevah's cover As a child they sent you downstairs to borrow sugar from Ma$e Betha's mother I said they all used to chill at that building they called it 'The Stash Spot' [?] 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 lt You thought you was just going to punk me and I'ma back off? I grip a f**ing cannon and clap off [?] pants off I'll turn your man into clam sauce Strike like the back of a matchbox You get your whole f**ing band shot like you was getting ambushed by Black Ops Bullets flying through the curtain fold your back like a laptop You could pa** 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 cla** Dad stop, I'm trying to watch Matlock" f** that, that was the last straw I don't care how tough you are I wanna shatter your gla** jaw Run in your house grab your mom and start tapping her a** raw Kick your f**ing 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 f**ing snap on you I mean what would this f*ggot do" He's strong in a scrap that's cool but if you start talking sh** I'ma rapidly start stabbing you like [?] I treat 'em all like little b**hes man I f**ing smash their face in I'll get rid of your f**ing 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 Casa f**ing looking like NuBorn's father (f** that sh**) f** that sh**? Well f** you too I don't give a f** that's what's up with dude f** around and make me have to snap and smash people I f**ing came out here to get rid of your town hero And before I leave best believe I'm building a Mosque on Ground Zero