Rap am Mittwoch - Tierstar Vs. Dizaster lyrics

[Part 1: Dizaster] You are begging to have a mic so bad I am ready to rebu*tal and flip that sh** Because usually it is not a mic, he just realy needs to hold something that feels like a big a** dick Yo, before this battle I promised I will do no holocaust lines And not because I never wanted to try But because I do not want my friend Jonny to cry So listen here, Pimmelberger You are about to witness murder You supposed to be my german hitman I can tell you, you ain't fully german You know how I know, he ain't fully german And he is for sure a mixed man? Look at his perfect turkish skin tan He looks like a Kurdish kid from Turkmenistan Either that or his family tree grounding in Persian quick sand Yo, observe these quick hands I am worst than Ip Man Soon as I came to Germany and touched down in Berlin They try to serve me a burger with ham And punched the server and made him convert to islam Yo, you and your twin brother walk around the city wearing matching dirty Werder Bremen gym pants You are like the german version of Verb and Hitman Look at your girly wristband Your girlfriend looks like Jürgen Klinsmann But she is a girl, so she probably should not be compared to him Plus you are more like Klinsmann if anything You're the wannabe American You are worst than the wanna be American You are the wollen-abe American You guys do not understand Tierstars mom is my fan She likes holding giant balls in her hands That is why they call her Oliver Kahn Aiouh What an incredible goalkeeper But she is more than just a goalkeeper when you with her in the bed She is also like Oliver Bierhoff, because she is very good at giving head I had to come over and I told her: "Why you sitting so far on the sofa? You want to play with my balls, came a little bit closer" But enough about football f** the rules of FIFA I came all the way to Germany to turn the Bundesliga into Fukushima And so I can buy a Mercedes for half the price because here you move them cheaper And I am not talking about the used ones either You half Russian and African You tell people: "I am German", but who believes you? Your mother is a Russian chick, who f**ed every dude from Libya, Camerun to Tunesia Then they moved over here to Munich on a student visa He figured anything is better than getting chaised to the jungle by group of cheetahs Your father went from Pfff Pfff shooting zebras To Whrrrm Whrrrm cruising beamers He spent his whole life roaming around europe like Julius Ceaser They told me: "He is really good, the dude is eager" I told them: "Why the f** would I do some research, every battle he wears some stupid T-shirt" Yo, I gave you guys a Dizaster-battle for half of my price How dare you guys, match me up with the type of trash that he writes This is like puting me on a international flight So I can battle Ca**idy twice And it is not a race thing, I don't matter if he is more like the russian or the african type Michael Jackson was right It doesn't matter wether you are black or white You are the worst German chocolate I ever had in my life Yo and that is the road of seperation between me and that phony generation I got this guy to go to school without no former application He got schooled like a student and he payed me And that is the best course you ever taken So congratulation, you are the first German ever payed for his own education Time, Pimmelberger [Verse 2: Tierstar] This is Berlin-City we call it BC I moonwalk on your a** and go like booya hee hee That is the Michael Jackson sh** So what the f** he was talking about? Damn it My mother does not even know who Oliver Kahn is But first of all about the language barriers You allready heard my english really funny I do not have a english speaking background, never went to a englishspeaking school or even been in an english speaking country But I'm pretty sure most people gonna understand what I am about to rap Symbolic language This was for the deaf Ok, ganz ehrlich er ist schon der Kra**este und gegen mich kommt mir das hier noch mieser vor Oh, I just said you are a son of b**h and I f** your mother cause she is who*e No, I am just kidding But this battle is not a game to me it is surrvival Nobody wants to be in my position cause I got to k** the idol And I am go to k** the idol I am the realest rival I do it to you just like David did it Goliath in the bible I will k** the idol, no Zweifel I take him as a geisel and shoot him with the some old rifle Or give me on reason why I should be scared of the Arabic version of Theo Waigel This f**ing chump ain't brave heart And if I don't k** his fake fraud I hope you are running to Lupe Fiasco and he knocks you out with a skateboard, motherf**er You get smoke like arguila over stupid resistance But I'm not American, I don't shoot from the distance So don't come too close or it could be a fight And I am a black German kanack that means that I am good with the knife It goes zack zack zack, was? See what you got I cut your face as fast as you make rebu*tals up So all I need is a corkscrew I stab in your head you will be out of your mind Because I put your brain out your skull like I am opening a bottle of wine Take a sip and start to stumbling as if there was an earthquake Deshalb pa** ich die Flasche erstmal, Rap am Mittwoch, happy Birthday This is the moment you are realising you can't f** with Germanys battle champ And wish our girls had booked you to jump out a cake for a twerk and a belly dance Cause after this ain't nothing left, except giving head, riding dick I tell you, you be a lot better off just shaking your a** like a b**h, man You don't know what you got yourself into But you felt something is wrong since you got here What if I expose you? You can't even go back You be stuck here Know what I always wanted to ask you Und ich hoffe er sagt es mir Why you so ashamed of your real name ain't nothing wrong with Bashir? No man, was los, ja? To me it is absolutly normal I grew up here with [?] Yeah his name is Bashir and Bashir is considerd to top-tier But top-tier is not enough for Bashir on Twitter he calls himself godtier What the f**, godtier? Why you want to be godtier? You should have god fear, cause god got 99 names but none of them is Bashir No man, what ever it don't even matter For shirts like that you get stoned in the desert And it's the same in this battle, cause you thought I ain't on your level But you are not an Arabian rebell, you are just an Tasmanian devil And I don't care if I have to use Arabic, Russian or German as well For how you betrayed your own morals you should be burning in hell You don't need all this drama, that you start when you drink Piña Colada Knock that tough guy sh** off You said it yourself you believing in carma So since you got trapped in this vicious circle Maybe your mama cries next, who knows? Better get yourself out of there before carma strikes back And speaking of that, always thought you would be so real but you looking kind of fake right now Where is the knife? I should punch you in your f**ing face right now Don't dare me, don't dare me, I will, don't dare me It gonna be a murder, we can take this to his channel or we can take it to worldstar For real Better watch what you do, you get screwed up so fast I got more n******gs ready do swing at your than you had for Math So to be honest how you set this n***a up was really kind of b**h made Try to s** me on stage, wahid allah you get rebu*tal with the switchblade Yeah and you got eyes in the front but ain't got eyes on the spine So if I can't get you from the front I will stab you from behind He immediately starts running after this violent attack But I be screaming: Stop that thief he got my knife in his back f** the gun bars, these are knife bars Don't you feel bad not to speak up for prevention Always try to do some extra sh** just to get a little bit more attention And meanwhile I think you just want to play the part of the strong domination In one of those "When battle rap go wrong compilations" Then hiting rappers on the show don't make you a motherf**ing G You went from Bashir to Dizaster to a s**er punch MC But don't ever front on me when you see me habibi Because all i got to say is : "Odrobou, odrobou, aâtini el sekina" You won't even know what causes injury So don't tell me nothing about bars and delivery Trying to be hard with no history And become the star of the century But all you got is bars and delivery But you never set behind bars for delivery So what bars and delivery? I fight regardless for liberty Because bars and delivery don't mean sh** With such a false credibility Time [Part 3: Dizaster] Ey yo, you said I'm disgracing Where I came from? I am from Lebanon Don't look at me wrong I got a backpack and I'm on stage right now You know I got a bomb Jonny? I know you are j**ish, yo Don't make me do this bro Yo they call him Tierstar That means animal in german, animalstar right? So we gon give him animal bars Because he looks like a f**ing wombat You guys know what a wombat? Or a face morphed with some sorts of bobcat And this exactly why I am avoiding contact Because if you gave him four arms he looks like Goro from Mortal Kombat Yo but his teeth are gaga so he is more like baraka He is a [?]hater That is why he has hässliche Zähne He wants to diss me in Arabic and calls me words like Sharmoota Then I diss you in Russian [?] сука You think you just gonna bring me all the a way out on a flight to Germany To try to murder me Don't take the next rhyme personly It is just a high perkily I am gonna burn you alive certainly Third degree fire you gonna feel it burn from inside You are like herpes when you girlfriend pees That was your first strike Before the infernal heat I through a person in the white [?] like the third reich You playing with fire like mercury Son don't be a daredevil If you too blind to see that you will die versus me Than you need eye surgery And that is why I said "Don't be a daredevil" They get bars out here They get bars out here But this got ain't no meaning at the Comic Con Your mama looks like an Iguanodon Yo he is taking a picture right now because he is cheesy just like Parmesan Standing over here: "Cheese" I ain't playing with your squad at all If I catch you guys eating sausage products on Ramadan I am gonna call Sadam Grabbing an atomic bomb and drop it on your fathers mom While she drives her car along the autobahn Oh no, Tierstar is going back to his gangster days I think he got his eye on me Watch out guys he is about to pull a knife on me You ain't stabing sh** You are in the backwards reversal Now you became a geek it's like I am batteling Urkel Give it up fan, I will merc you The toughest man in your circle is Angela Merkel Try to rap for a thousands minutes You are a disgrace f** Tierstar, I am the biggest star in the place I am like Super Mario I jump up Whup Whup and punch star in his face I am not playing Allah u akbar I drop star, if I catch him rolling stone I am a rock star I roll up and I rock star, pop star Catching him on his block slipping like Madonna than pop star Get a little close, star Why you staying so far all the way in the north, star? You shine a little but you got no spark The star is too ga**ed up to go against the giant You are just a dwarf star Call me a black hole cause I f**ing destroy star I'm like a f**ing supernova I'mma say some sh** that make you gonna explode star I am like the [?] star This is what you are asking for star Talking about Piña Colada Ich fick dich, Alter f**ing b**h a** motherf**er, told ya f** that sh** [Part 4: Tierstar] That round was nice, shukran, habibi But you are not Super Mario, You reminds me more of Luigi It is time to go to sleep, time to go to bed He said he is going call Sadam Hussein He does not even know he is dead So stop rapping angry Every time you screaming and sh** Your head turns so f**ing red you could get beef with the crips So don't hate on my accent so you are from LA The sh** is so fake When even Arnold Schwarzenegger becomes Governor of your own state Oh, I will be back Man f** how I sound Everybody knows I am only used to do it in german But you sound like a hate preacher on crack with a doorag on the turban But we got pretty much in common I am the [?] girlfriend He is from the west side of Carlifornia I am from the west side of Berlin He grew up with a lot of blacks I grew up with a lot of Arabs But you know the difference? After a couple of fights I earned their respect He didn't Just acting like a wigger on the street His father smacked him at the bus stop "Shou malek ya hmar? Enta mou aswad!" Next year he changes whole style You could see him dressed up in old latino cloth His father came back from the mosque He was like: What up, Pap? [?] barrio holmes He smacked him again like: "Majnoon [?] shou malek ya kelb? Enta mou Mexiki!" He was just scared his son could join a gang And ride the car for a drive-by But all he did was dropping bombs from a flying carpet on grime time And if you saw him screaming like that you might have thought he needs a therapist But his battles a glamerous That's is how he became faboulus Just facing real sh** like this he can't be competitive Because his only message is: "Arabs are terrorists" "Got a bomb in your back", yeah ... Ain't this tragic? Do you really think you drop cla**ics? When you always use the same sh** as tactic Saying he is a islamic fanatic and bomb cars in the traffic And everytime innocent people get k**ed Everybody is sad accept him He acts retarted because he is so thankful for have a brand new subject for his next performance Then he be practising making fun of dead people And it sounds so cruel Creating calculated shok values to make the crowd goes uuuh And he is fiending for the crowd reaction Getting greedier and greedier No matter how many moslems are allready getting blamed in the media So let's be honest - real talk Stay true and admit Does the secret service or something pay you for the sh**? Or why you have always to act so f**ing devilish? You really need to stop promoting arabs are terrorists Cause this sh** got nothing to do with the f**ing heritage So go keep on fooling americans If they don't understand but in Europe we do know the difference between Irak and Iran Sunnis, Shias, Turks, Kurds I do not want to waste my energy It is just a shame to see how your country you grew up stole your identity Sometimes he claims to be Armenian, sometimes Libanese Against Ca**idy he became Palestinian you smoked too much hashish Try to be a crack city ghetto star but still lives with his parents in suburbia Takes trips to Canada and tells people over there he is the prince of persia What the f** you know about persia? [???] Don't pretend to be Iranian Or we can change the rules for part three Put your money where your mouth is I bet ten grands I f** you up in Farsi Or Russian, or German what ever no matter, let's do it Based on multicultural aspects I am way better than you Diz My familly only speaks Spanish and Russian I should just cuss at that loser, like: [???], coño, cabron, [?] bendejo hijo de puta [?] that means Akhou sharmoota, akhou manyouka [?] Go get your bazooka, Kurwa This is from the west coast but it ain't about the Thug Life this p**y is not 2Pac Fils de pute, ba*tardo, [???] I smack you back to the beach because I don't talk about a fruit when I call you a peach Man I am the reason Americans gonna celebrate Deutschrap like Superbowl And believe me even them boys want to shoot a drone with a f**ing joystick into your home So next time do your research and don't avoid to use Google Chrome Because this is 36 motherf**er, ja Kreuzberg du Hurensohn All you do is cla**ifing people Hey hey, listen up, oskoot! ismaâ! All you do is cla**ifing people by nationality But what would you say if I tell you I am not even German I was born in Ukraine He thinks: "We are americans gangsters, we will shoot up some more" f** what goes on on your block, in my homeland is war You should know what it feels like And turn from the right way you know Because since Libanon use bombshelters as nightclubs It's a really nice place to go You can't get at me with that cheap a** strategy as sterotypes I am the most international n***a you ever seen in your life Straight from EG Equatorial Guinea You do not know sh** about my roots b**h But I would never go out there and pretend to be something else like you did Specially when they black You know how he be hitten on groupies I got africans roots too girl, yeah I am from Tunis No you are not, b**h I know more about your own culture than you do Only thing you know about Africa is hunger, jungle and Voodoo And y'all think that humpty meth taker is on top and raps greater I come up with mad flavour and if somebody else is test me I will bust the next hater Just a sec later even as the chubby black ranger I would be a f**ing neck breaker With the pride of an African Tribe and the mind of a russian chess player First it looked like I would be demolished by his policy Now it feels more like Kasparov versus Ali G And you still think you gonna be a superstar and rolling in Benzes Guess you have to, since you are after this nice b**h who looks like a princess And getting chased by paparazzi make you feel so excellent But the royals gonna k** you in the tunnel and let it look like an accident That's what happen when a crazy guy flies way to high Untill it is his time to say "Good bye" Because you and your lady die And he was not even her lover yet What's up? You really thought I let this motherf**er body me? Hell no, click clack boom [???] kol khara ya zalame [Part 5: Dizaster] You f**ing stupid damn hater Half the time you are like Slakalaka And I am like: "Someone grab me a Google-Translater" You said all I know about Africa is jungle and Voodoo No, I know about Nigeria, Lagos [?] How they speak [?], how they speak arabi in Sudan What you know, little b**h? What you're trying to say, b**h? I ain't come over here so I can battle with the United Nations What the f** is this sh**? He said that America stole my idenity How stupid is he? You said "I am grew up speaking spanish ¢£¤¥±¶ζ" You sound more confused than me What you mean? Tierstar This guy is really funny I thought he wasn't funny at all But he looks like Drake If he was dead broke and had no money at all Just hold on we are going home Lookinga** motherf**er He is trying to talk about all this race sh** That is mixed up this why mix is odd bra Now you are speaking spanish at home What is your nickname? Esmeralda? He is a stripper on stage his nickname is dipping salsa I can't tell wether you are from Nicaragua or Sri Lanka It all begins with his father He used to live in Ghana Use his bare hands to k** Mufasa Then he felt in love with a b**h from Russia Now he doesn't have to shoot with [?] cause he's equipped Missile launcher Yo his black side tells him that I miss Big Poppa His Russian side tells him shut up and drink this vodka Ey yo? You know what else this rhymes with again? Ich fick dich, Alter He used to live in Kenia to [???] Yo what a confused little mixed child Russian and German And the sh** starts to get wild He is like listen I will hit you from the fith isle with Russian missile Oh wait a minute I ment sieg heil f** off, this is my friend by the way And last time I came for Gregpipe versus Damion Davis He stayed on my dick He was giving me so many compliments he was making me sick sh** that I would not even say to a chick Yo, I tried to get away from him quick He followed me into the bathroom while I was taking a piss He told me and what he had to say to me is this: "Even if we are around a bunch of toilets right now I just want to say you're the sh**" Cut it off, Bro You f**ing love me Last time you always broke me ripcage when I have seen you me Because of how hard you hug me Now he does blog all that sudden like he wants to punch me And get some Nazis to jump me On the first time I saw him his only three words were: "Do you smoke weed?" "I love you" and "Are you hungry?" And I was thinking: "Damn, this is an awesome country" Yo, you predicted you would battle me years ago Tierstar is a fortuneteller His mom is a homeless beggar And when she asks for change she sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger [???] so I can get out of here Give me the change so I can get out of here In the middle of the street holding a cup wearing some torn up leather If you give her a f**ing BigMac she opens the box like it is a golden treasure Slurping That's what your mother sounds like when she is eating That sh** is f**ing over man It was a freaking slaughter Thanks for having me Germany I did hit him with more punchline than the times he sips his water f**ing b**h Once again: Ich fick dich, alter And one more thing: Halt's Maul du Schwuchtel Peace the f** out [Part 6: Tierstar] Finale Ooohoo But nothing like the old school I wouldn't be here today if the old school did not pave the way So let me show your how I be running that sh** When I take it back to the roots and it goes a little something like this One for the treble, two for the base, ey yo Diz I don't need to be both but put the t-t-terrorists bullsh** on hold It goes Bow how you like me now? Yeah it is him versus me here in Germany And I be Jack the ripper king Hercules So k** that noise, k** that noise Before I put this in the roaster And you all gon see this is over, this is over Biddy Bye bye Man you could get f**ed worst With no vaseline and condome on the co*k It's like f**ing with Dre Day Real motherf**ing Gs gonna hit em up Drop a gem on em There is no hesitation to buck ya A lot of rumours will be spreaded Cause nobody knows who shot ya And even if you get at me first and hit me quit fast You get the second round knock out when the ripper strikes back What's up let me spit my sh** You all heard me - No mercy I beat him so bad, only one who takes over is me cause I ether that a** Yeah I k** you tonight and dig your grave in the morning Because I don't back down I put the nail in the coffin You can now shine and cry [?] with your f**ing fictional visions I just wrote history in 16 bars cause I life this sh** like a religion I got that whole spirit in me, I mean all of it for life Since Kool Herc broke the beat and Coke La Rock on the mic I live the sh** like a religion, saluting the dons That is why I am freestyling five times a day towards the Bronx Even though I'm from Germany and watching german battles are actually nice But most of the time I feel like Grandmaster Caz listen to Rappers Delight I live the sh** like a religion because I been on the mic since I was a juvenile All you should do is beat your back with the mic [?]style Cause when you was in Libanon I just started practicing verses Right here in Berlin between orthodox mosques and catholic churches And I didn't just scratch on the surface I went deep and stand all the curses As my holy sh** started turning into an ancestors worship Yeah when Eric Wright died I was mourning like Bone on Crossroads He got him self a falafel and dreamed of boning p**n hoes Go keep on doing and do what you do But you can't do it like me I was introduced to Hip Hop By Public Enemy, 2Live Crew and Ice-T His first impression of that was a cartoon Rehearsing the verses of the rapping cat from Paula Abdul Yeah back in the days he wasn't listening to the n******gs from the CPT like Eazy E No back then he was on some Khaled sh** like "Didi, Didi..." Although his mother used to wake him up with a temper By yelling out the name of an NWA member Three times without a beat she did it acapella Wake up go to school Yella, Yella, Yella You all want to know why all his older cousins always was giving him his [?] He thought Makevli was a Libanese rapper and his name was 2Pac Shakhrur Man I did my first sh** before Pac and Big died And even as a shorty I wasn't corny His only interests was kuskus and hummus, [?], foul And how to getting an orgy, oh bsahtine! But the only orgy he got into was with Rabia, Ha**an, [?] My orgy sounds blasphemous because I did with Maria, Magda, Lina And you better don't touch Lina, Magda or Maria Cause I get a machete and chop of your forearm like in the sharia Now you need a prosthesis And if you want to get one better man up He runs out desperately straigh into the next second hand shop When Big L died I did my first german stuff with Ben Salomo and kick that sh** of When Big Pun died I already stept into the cypher in the early days of Rap am Mittwoch He was not only confusing b**hes with man This time he got confused by chicken with ham Don't deny that before you get caught up in contradictions again Like versus Ca**idy you got smacked down and you know it First you admited he was a start of it all Last round you revoke it Why you always have to act so f**ing jealous and mad? And can't even give him the respect for the cla**ic he had? And you know what? Speaking of the Freeway - Ca**idy match Remember that line: "Every verse you get pissed on like pregnancy test" ? So since Gregpipe used that same sh** I got to ask you in this critical moment: How does it feel if your biggest fan is biting your biggest opponent? How Eminem would have felt Think it would not be cool when Stan rip of all his posters and hang up some of Ja Rule's But I don't want to talk about this whole nonsense I am through Last time he had the nerve to claim I stole something from you Although he want to be Dizaster like you want to be Eminem And since I crushed both of you in front of this steady cam I am about to be the f**ing one with the master plan So what else I should do? Running for President? Look Bashir the godtier just got lost in the devils land And for the sh** you did you can't even beg god for a happy end So don't act like a shaheed, you never walked through a terror camp Been on the border to Pakistan or drop bombs in Afghanistan So don't tell me you body bag every man That makes you not a good veteran You ain't no real moujahideen You are a Hollywood Taliban A Hollywood Taliban that just loves to act like he is about to blow up a bank with a tank Soon as you get your a** kick for that you be crying: "It's a prank, it's prank" But this is not a prank and after the torture from this wicked man You go to Guantanamo Bay and it feels like it's Disneyland man This is animal rap from an african vet Bring me anybody you want Jonny I bury the rest Cause that f*ggot a** cats bragging in raps That they are carrying gats But for real but for real they don't want no beef just vegeterian snacks On Total Slaughter we have seen you are very depressed As if you caught your son wearing a dress and he wants to marry a f*g Oh that would be bad Becaus they would be mad No more patriotic feelings for your tat on your flesh Because you are not worth to wear any Arabian flag That's why I rip that Libanese tree of your arm and stick it up your American a** No mercy I got to send this jerk to nirvana This is Tierstar the realest out of Germany holla He got hurt in a drama and get murked with a lama Because he is deserving the carma and that is what I really call a f**ing murder of honor And if got asked what I did when Dizaster died my answer will be thrilling I battled him, got me shawarma and f**ed the nicest b**h in the building Cause I am still the battle king I told you all I will be running this through So who the f** is Dizaster? Ca**idy I coming for you