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dizaster vs. geechi gotti - gtx lyrics

[round 1: dizaster]
with that being said…
we got geechi gotti versus…

{a. ward jumps in and pantomimes dizaster doing an a. ward impression}

“it’s a. ward again!
a. ward for the third time, the lord is my friend
last time we battled i made you look holy
and with this .40 i’ma make you look holy again!”
you’se a b*tch!
that slogan right there is gonna cost you one
cause you forgot about the most important b*tch of all, that’s the karma one
you went ya whole career callin’ everybody you battled a b*tch
then you battled with jaz and you lost to one
i guess you thought sh*t was sweet cause you two used to goin’ on those long ass coffee runs
yeah, and i heard you was deep inside of coffee’s buns
which technically means that’s the only b*tch in battle rap you еver caught a body from
look, i can explain this scenе here in seconds
all he gon’ be doin’ is screamin’ threats, i’m really teachin’ lessons
i’m a seasoned vet, with various schemes and methods
we’re only important here what i bring to the session
the king of the west versus the king of the wesson
to me he’s like chrissy teigen
the only reason he’s bein’ seen is cause he’s sharing a ring with a legend
yeah and you know, whoever disappoints, my method never disappoints
but they think cause he’s one of diz’ connections, i won’t disconnect his joints
so let’s skip the small talk and get to the point
a silencer on the weapon that’s definitely the choice
i nicknamed the gun “joe rogan” the baldheads come with a suppressor on its voice
i aim on every direction i hear a noise
i’m like buzz lightyear’s neighbor sid, i’m reckless with these toys
i’ll even turn around and put an x on my boys joell’s crooked friendship with royce
respect to smack and beasley, but the way they control you and ya homies like hoes it’s weird!
always in paranoid and fear
not even a manager anymore he’s like a personal overseer over ya whole careers
you gotta, you hand him his towel, you gotta hold his beer
you try to get away, he throws a spear like scorpion and screams “get over here”
and he makes you come over there and comb his beard
you’se a b*tch!
i mean that to everybody, and you’se a p*wn
that’s exactly what type of time i’m on
i’ll make a p*rno with ya chick and make her suck my d*ck with one of those red flavored condom’s on
b*tch, who gon’ get slapped up?
you gon’ get clapped up
you think you’re the only guy with a strap and a pair of black gloves?
b*tch i clutch toasters like white people when they commit suicide in their bathtub
i’m the west coast president
you locally represent, i globally rep the west
so cut it out with all the goat sh*t
you’re one of our many legends at best
you can trace this back to 2012 when i battled canibus, those were my adolescent steps
that was like 10 years ago and you still haven’t caught up to any of it yet
winning a laminated belt, made out of plastic, outside of this community don’t get you no actual respect
but i guess that’s what to expect when half of your accolades are kept
on a battle app, that half the battle fans don’t wanna get
you try to make it make sense
you try to be the leader of the west
you try to put on and fail after all kinds of attempts
i guess runnin’ a league is not ya thing
you like rodney king, you only known for one big riot event
and by the way, he’s prolly gon’ talk all this crazy sh*t, but this guy is my friend
type of dude that send you that, “did you get home safe” late night type of text
so pipe down with all the threats
cause you know i’ve acted in movies before, right?
i can make it go quiet on ya set
laidback like jayblac how i’m firing the tec (tech)
now you got these shiny diamonds on ya neck like some type of sign i should respect
but on the business side i see it as a sign of tiny intellect
geechi, you like a giant insect
who most likely end up financially in debt
cause he thought the perfect business model was livin’ his life from check to check
this is round one, i just put up a drum full of lead and put one in his head
call me “kevin gates” cause i have no problem coming out here and puttin’ cuz to bed
[round 1: geechi gotti]
that n*gga was talkin’ a gang of sh*t
brought in a. ward, even compared all of his accolades in this sport
but i can’t believe no gangsta sh*t with a n*gga with some hootchie daddy shorts
we got geechi gotti versus…if i ever hear you say “n*gga” again i’ma slap the sh*t out you
that’s not a bar, that’s a f*ckin’ fact
marv told you he felt a way, you start actin’ tough
you try that sh*t tonight, n*ggas gon’ pack you up
you can’t say “n*gga” cause you not black enough
i don’t give a f*ck if you’ve got aktive to back you up
i get to lightin’ his sh*t, all they gon’ say is, “disaster struck”
i’ll slap this punk, with a smith & wesson that switch directions
hit his intersection with so many sh*lls he got indigestion
n*gga quit the flexin’
pump three rounds in his heads, it’s like a n*gga preppin’
i’ma different n*gga when it come to these b*tches, it’s like a n*gga prep*ing
knock him down, and stand over the body
and all i hear is martin kickin’ me out the crib, so i get to steppin’
endless weapons
i got the cheat code if he ain’t dead he ’bout to die
he in sleep mode, n*gga we keep poles
30 clip, you can see it on the hip with the side shot
just know this b*tch stick beside crip like chrisean rock
i can use the .9 to .5, i got h*lla toys
just know i put my own work in (working), i’m self*employed
i’m a boss for real
let of 20 shots, the first 7 miss, but the 8th one found him
meaning you had to hear it a couple times before you felt it like drake new album
n*gga i ain’t just clownin’
i really had to sit in my cell writin’ raps while my bunky listened even when he wasn’t in the mood to
but during lock down, real n*ggas do whatever it take to pull through
it was literally nights, all i had was my dog (dawn) and a notebook like blues clues
if i choose to, slap the dog sh*t out you, what the f*ck you gon’ do to me?
i don’t care about gettin’ along, i don’t promote unity
n*gga, them k!llings turned me from a boy to a man, them murders was part of my p*b*rty
n*gga, i let my nuts hang
while you was ridin’ horses in lebanon, i was doin’ drive*bys out a mustang
i don’t tuck chains or talk sl!ck
my put on, i had to fight n*ggas in a circle like a mosh pit
on black crip
aye, you can hang with them n*ggas, but you ain’t cut from that project cloth
you don’t know ’bout them murder scenes, you might’ve listened and heard some things
but i had them n*ggas put a tag on yo’ ass, keep actin’ like you got them purple jeans
you a nerd, a fiend
you don’t want me to get the block involved
i tell my shooters, “code word: bankrupt”
(what that mean?)
i’ll have some n*ggas spinnin’ (spendin’) who ain’t got it all
i’ll let a rocket off
on nutty blocc, the doctors ain’t gon’ know how to treat what you got hit wit’
bullet wounds lookin’ like monkey pox, i don’t f*ck wit’ ops
or n*ggas who f*ck wit’ ops
so if you f*ck wit’ my ops you my f*ckin’ ops
and when it’s*
n*gga make him rap
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in his eyes
they only booked me for two minutes so n*gga time
[round 2: dizaster]
y’all wanna hear a g*y joke?
bay loc
i know he’s g*y cause him and frak stay close
i heard he was livin’ rent free over there at your condo
i guess that’s what geechi means when he says he’s “carrying the long nose”
you from a cookie cutter cloth and a generation driven by one liners lookin’ for a quick buzz
you ain’t from compton crip or nutty blocc you from cookie cutter crip cuz
and after i just balled you up in the first
we know we all love you gotti, we’ll always want a new verse
i wanna spin the block with you gotti but first
in order for us to go on this mission, you gotta find jaz and somehow retrieve your b*lls from her purse
you call this “hard work”?
i call this having a lot of hardcore fans to cover up the fact you also
arguably lost against surf
you’ve been beat on the road, you’ve been stomped on ya turf
and he keeps gettin’ bodied
he’s like jax from mortal kombat, at this point the only reason he’s still alive is cause of his body of work
and his stock droppin’, his momentum goin’ all in reverse
you went from the top of the mountain to the bottom with hospital clerks
and callin’ a nurse by her first name cause you learn from battle rap
that personals always would work
yeah, i’m ’bout to shuffle up dirt
catch a body with gotti in the colosseum, no need to screen shot a dm, we cover the cost per diem
i wouldn’t want to be him when i send a hot rock through his baby mama bm
maybe his mama wanna see him in a maserati, but the mossberg will put his body in a mausoleum
you’re right, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout drive*by geechi, but i know about promises you should’ve kept
i know lsc was finna become the biggest group in battle rap but we fell the f*ck apart soon as our most important rookie left
and i don’t call you “rookie” to disrespect you
you was already professional
but you seen me becoming the leader and got shook to death
you james harden, you know, switchin’ teams, goin’ from place to place tryin’ to look for his rep
geechi went from texas, philly, to ny
he went from the rockets to 76ers to the brooklyn nets
i went worldwide but you stayed local knowin’ if you could you would’ve left
i was puttin’ in work overseas giannis while you was over waitin’ on the sideline hatin’ on all of my euro steps
i’m an international icon
you’se a flash in the pan like zion
f*ck 100 grand, i was the man when you was barely making the band like dylan
and 90% you did for us were some different state
i give it to you, you is a g*ngb*nger but your big homie image is fake
efb like 27 members, all randomly makin’ moves on their own cause their big homie can’t get ’em a plate
you walk around with this three year run, throwin’ this sh*t in my face
but people already know what i did to create
classics, legendary battles, our biggest to date
i’m sorry geechi, we can’t build an empire off your pictures with drake
it’s a different type of heavy, that comes with this crown
and judging by your physical shape you ain’t never been disciplined enough or fit for the weight
give me a break
being around for seven years don’t put you in with the greats
it’s the same way i ain’t a gang member cause i kick it with grapes
and you can’t tell me sh*t about business boy i’m in a whole different sp*ce
i would tell you ’bout the struggle it took to bring gtx from a dream to a visual place
but you too much of a little artist*minded b*tch to relate
it’s your birthday every day gotti
you just pick up the phone and they send you your cake
and that’s time p*ssy

[round 2: geechi gotti]
aye, while he was rappin’ all that hibbity gibbity sh*t
all i was thinkin’ was, “my homies just passed on d*mn near 500 thou’.”
i was chillin’ wit’ a b*tch
had her suckin’ d*ck
i was supposed to be on that plane, d*mn i was p*ssed
like if i would’ve turned down that head, i would’ve passed on a l!ck
aye, yeah, did i ever tell him i’m a crip?
well let me tell him again
i’ll shoot him then shoot him again
knock a chunk off his shin
so if this is your last year battlin’, at least you goin’ out on a limb
n*gga we not gon’ pretend, you not scared to be in new york
you afraid of any n*gga that eat chopped cheese and got on some timbs
he’s not finna win
that’s why we seen rex baggin’ him, this n*gga afraid of every deli
scared the n*gga behind the counter finna text math and them
this n*gga don’t wanna take no battles outside the west
so takin’ this p*ssy on the road would’ve been considered s*x trafficking
close range, cause too far back is less damagin’
get shot tonight, you make it to god’s house in the mornin’; express packagin’
what’s crackin’ then?
wait, i fell off? so this a come back?
so verb, shine, dna, you got twork askin’ for the run back?
i’m talkin’ clips, math, goodz, i already done that
the only n*gga to k!ll lux clearly, that’s a fun fact
i done f*cked up mo’ names than drunk smack
the gun clap, knock the earl out him
this n*gga rap like, “i’ll hit you with a thousand lines
lyrically gun b*tt you a thousand times
’til you get tired of standin’ there like crowded lines. hrrrmm.”
i ain’t worried ’bout him
n*gga, you basically mike p without the girl problems
i’m a rider (ryda), catchin’ fades in cali is d*mn near tradition
but when you swung on math, n*gga that sh*t looked scripted
like you was thinkin’ ’bout it ‘fore you did it
bitin’ ya lip, linin’ your arm up, d*mn near missin’
b*tch sh*t, we all seen you was stressed
the only reason you did that dirty sh*t is cause you knew my n*ggas would clean up the mess
n*gga i’m not impressed
cause anybody can jump somethin’, but can you handle what come from it?
jump me and the only thing you gon’ see jumpin’ is yo’ body on the ground from the gun dumpin’
n*gga, get pistol whipped, bet ya man bun b*tted
get ya b*tch slapped, if you had a kid, would’ve got ya son punted
n*gga, i’ma keep it 100
n*gga you’se a b*tch!
you and daylyt
y’all n*ggas jumped math and i seen y’all n*ggas online apologizing the same night
these weird ass n*ggas even have the nerve to make up a fake fight
wait, oh y’all ain’t know?
him and daylyt was online actin’ like they went blow for blow
cuz had this fake blood in his mouth and actin’ like he tore off all his clothes
this n*gga dizaster was recordin’ that he got no injuries but some scars on his toes
that’s not west coast sh*t bro
y’all n*ggas hoes, but these the type of n*ggas that fans follow
swing on me, you gon’ get hit with ten hollows
tables, ladders, chairs and bottles
gon’ be so many gang signs in yo’ face we lookin’ like hand models
what’s yo’ d*mn problem?
cause the longer i stand here, i feel like slappin’ this b*tch
i’m disgusted, the first time you ever jumped a n*gga was at a battle event
in jail durin’ lockdown, if the n*gga in the cell next to me wanna to rap we had to battle through vents
n*gga it’s a different struggle
sometimes you gotta die where i’m from to find out if n*gga really love you
and when it’s real y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
third round, this n*gga got unlimited time

[round 3: dizaster]
that angle man, you don’t think i know that was somethin’ you were gon’ do?
of course, because of my racial background it’s easy to separate me from my folks or my crew
and say that i use them for gang clout when they all know it ain’t true
but the question is, how loyal to the code are you?
you trippin’ on me when i’m not out here even false flaggin’ but you out here givin’ out passes to those that do
you ain’t a motherf*ckin’ g*ngb*nger, you’se an idiot
you g*ngb*ng on civilians
o*red said, “crab” in your face three times in one sentence and you let him finish it
so yeah, you can talk about the math sh*t, but all he had to do was say it two times to me ‘fore i did the sh*t
second of all, you’re fat and small, you don’t want to fight dizaster
we go outside, even if you survive from that you gon’ get hypothermia and die right after
you better be cold as ice, i fight like a cryomancer
i’ll f*ckin’ slice you with an icicle like an iced out dagger
so fast all you see is a cold trail of dried out splatter and flyin’ biomatter
i’ll leave ya body froze and punch you in ya sh*t so hard i’ll cause every single column in ya spine to shatter
your skull will be in the floor in pieces
the cause of his dead is a.d.h.d., the doctor said i caused his mind to scatter
i’m a f*ckin’ time traveler, i can rewind ya life span backwards
you’re watchin’ a grindtime rapper venus flytrap on a smack white’s battlers
and i’ll stand on the sideline holdin’ up a wide sized banner that says, “app lives matter”
it’s gtx, it’s like i got this heavy armored tank that

[round 3: geechi gotti] 33:30

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