[Round 1: Dizaster]
Twelve years later and you're still a cock-swallowing novelist!
And I'm still gon' drop you
'Cause today, we gon' do you like Frak
Even if you got the long nose on you, I'm still gon' rob you
He gon' act like I'm the predictable one but I'ma tell you exactly what Peter gon' do
He gon' say I robbed Frak and don't deserve to be here wit' dude
Which... I can agree; I'm a real dude
He mighta beat me in two
It sorta seems reasonable
But, Peter, you—?
Haven't been able to gеt a high-profile match-up like this in years so if I don't dеserve to be here then neither do you!
You're literally battling me by default and don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, too
But you said you deserve the first spot on West Mount Rushmore
Now tell me, how is that true
When, lookin' down from any mountain view
It's obvious, out of us two
When this battle comes out, I'm the one gettin' less out of it than you?
Bro, you awful!
Your face still looks like a bowl waffle!
You went from dominator to common denominator
The top of the chart to operating the coffee-maker
And it's your fault alone
We watched you orchestrate your fall on your own like a European soccer player
I guess it's not a problem when you can live off ya name for so long and youse a Hall of Fame-er
But you didn't just fall from grace; you had a fall and stayed there
You watched everybody on ya block out-work you when you was the original job-creator
Couldn't keep up with the Jones so nowadays, he's more like a contact tracer 'cause all you do is watch ya neighbors
It must be hard seein' all these other artists take the fruits from your farming labor that you work hard to make but never got to harvest later
This is why this tournament is a win/win for 'im
He never got nothin' goin' so he likes the risk
He knows the opponents he sized up quick
He knows the other brackets ain't right for this
He knows I'm the only one in this entire environment that's strong enough to make the whole climate shift on some seismic shit
So you're right: I'm only in it for the prize 'cause the rappers in it value-wise can't provide me shit
But even if I lose today, I'm still a winner 'cause if I don't survive from this, I still win knowing Charron doesn't get his dying wish
So he can sit there and ponder on the reason why he exists
Or if he should go back to Wild 'n Out and stick to bein' Nick Cannon's white little bitch
We could throw the record on the line
You wanna joke around? It's fine
But I've done more for King Of The Dot in the last decade than the both of you combined!
Bitch, I'm the West Coast engine!
You the old Ford versus the electric Tesla motor
The main component versus a defective rotor
The original iPhone gettin' swapped by the next gen performer
You wanted this battle, Pete, so I hope it gets you closure
'Cause in the end, they know it's a better bet to send me forward
'Cause I built my brand better so they know even if you win, if you advance, it gets them less exposure
'Cause my résumé is such an extensive folder
It puts the judges in the position where they have to give the edge to me if this battle ends up closer and that's when our friendship is over
[Round 1: The Saurus]
If you bet on Diz Round 1, you should give the money back from it
Rest in peace to Frak who we lost in that tragic judging accident
But whether Frak or Diz compete
I don't give a fuck... not in the least
Malcom in the Middle-tier, Mustafa from the Middle East...
I give a damn! I been a beast
I'm in my bag—trick or treat!
Big heat and the whistle blowing like Wikileaks!
This shit wit' me and Diz runs deep so I ain't holdin' back for this
I'm 'bout to light you up from head to toe; motion-capture it
You rely on multi-stackin' like it's Holy sacrament
'Cause you're not multi-faceted enough to fully grasp this shit
But yo, I wrote the manuscript
My hands are cold, the jab is stiff
And homie asked for it...
Like the moment Math was hit!
And we know he won't be able to control his emotions after it
So I'll console him with that same hands that I close his casket with
You have the emotional capacity of a newborn infant
If Math walked in the room, you'd dip in a New York minute
Every cringey thing you do, the viewers lose more interest
Every N-bomb, your eyebrows grow two more inches
I'm viscious, droppin' thirty
You already lost the tourney
Your one win? Pulp Fiction
The saga was Oscar-worthy
Before the doctors could drop the gurney
He talkin' to God for mercy
This drama and controversy
Vers' Bron in the mamba jersey
For thirty years, I been able to quantum-leap through time
Ain't nobody had a style that's bit more commonly than mine
This wannabe thinks he's Rocky and Apollo Creed combined
Wishes he was Grape but all he does is stomp his feet and whine
And before you start to cry and lose your temper
Diz, remember...
You're not being censored
You just can't say the N word
You've threatened your fans, you've threatened your folks
You've threatened the staff, you've threatened the host
And the threads all unravel on everyone close
'Cause not getting attention's what threatens you most
[Round 2: Dizaster]
So, this is a message from Organik
"Now, after the battle with Dizaster and Canibus, my brand already blown up.
Then, I booked The Saurus versus DNA for Vengeance and nobody showed up!"
You need to fuckin' own up to the fact
You haven't grown your separate fan base from King Of The Dot and pretty much stayed where you at
Organik doesn't book you big match-ups 'cause your outreach is trash
And your return value doesn't bring nothin' back
"You can't sell tickets on your own, Peter. That's a matter of fact!"
That's why he has to book you in bulk wit' Caustic, Passwurdz, and Frak
'Cause you not just part of the King Of The Dot family... you're part of the King Of The Dot family pack!
You are not marketable, Pete! You on the card as a balancin' act
Merely add contrast between the rappers who talk out their bars and the ones who actually rap
He plays this nice guy shit with everybody across the board
When he sees you, he gives you props and lots of support
He's tryna boost up ya confidence but what does he compliment you for?
It's reverse psychology, of course
He's Michael Jordan; this is his Art of War
He takes out the players and treats them nice so the next day when they're on the court, they no longer have the heart to even guard 'im any more!
But not me; I ain't even keepin' secrets that these people don't know
This was about a battle that he can't seem to let go
Even though after I beat you, I didn't just defeat you
I went and defeated the globe
I started rappin' in different languages, created a battle scene in Arabic
I went places that he couldn't go
From the jungles of Philippines to Siberia where it was freezin' below
From Croatia, Ukraine, down to New Zealand while he was at home
You went to Sweden with us once; I went back there three times on my own
Check the timeline between us; we didn't evenly grow
I didn't beat you twelve years ago; bitch, I been beatin' you for twelve years in a row
And you still holdin' onto Oakland
Let go of it, The Saurus
You won... you're the GOAT, okay?
I was just shocked that you were my opponent
And I was even more happy that you were the one that gave me my moment
But your lack-a sportsmanship towards my performance is what spoiled it more than my own choke did
You went online and quickly tried to reverse the decision and void it
Quickly tried to take my narrative and destroy it
Even though it was judged by everyone you were boys with
That's why you're poison but it's okay
This is what makes him our Jordan
'Cause even though you're a GOAT, your moral compass will always be in the toilet
So fuck your two rings! Those people that know him know, in real life, his big persona will always be a big disappointment
That's why you're forty years old and the chicks you date still refer to you as their boyfriend
And people don't know, in the Frak face-off, when the shit got cut off, he started to go off on me
Not 'cause-a the N word like he's tryna bait but because of the F word—he wanted to destroy me
Out of all things I've ever said, that's the reason he wanted to three-oh me
This corny-ass pussy is supposed to be my boy; he's supposed to be close to be
They put fifty K on the table and outta nowhere, he acted like he didn't know me
I guess you are really Mr. Two Times Everything, huh? Including your homies!
[Round 2: The Saurus]
I'd rather be six than judged by twelve
Diz is more like, "I'd rather pick every judge myself."
That's the only chance you got at icin' Chuck Liddell
Before I leave ya head wringin' like the lunch time bell
You lost to Frak but one of the judges was one of your biggest supporters
As much as you deny it, there's twenty battles where he's been in your corner
We already know he held up that large picture of Math
And that it was him in the back
Of that battle that you and Hollow kept hintin' at Mass
But fuck it! Watch the movie Bodied, let the credits run through
Triune's character name is literally "Megaton's Crew"
And I'm sure the dude who you got a movie role for
Is gonna have a real tough time deciding who to vote for
Or maybe if one judge is always traveling 'cross the country with him
That ain't a judging system, motherfucker; that's a buddy system
Sonny, listen, we could box till the finish
Swear to God as my witness
With all the drama that you start in this business
I'm fucking shocked that nobody ever taught you the difference
Between causing a conflict and having a conflict of interest
But if Diz don't think who the judges are affects the decision
We should let Hoffa judge this; that's just my expert opinion
I been better than him since I first put graphite against paper
Your last battle, you literally lost a graph fight against paper
It's crazy! Just being yourself did Frak quite the big favor
'Cause that prop doesn't even work unless you react like a sixth grader
Get a grip! That shit was such a sad sight but it's nature
That this Middle Eastern bitch has to act like a dictator
It's crazy! People ask me, "Is Diz as scary as he seems?"
Absolutely not; it's all a fucking character on screen
He just has to act like he's in a terrorist régime
To overcompensate for all the fucking therapy he needs
And he believes no one can judge him but that's untrue
Only God can judge you, Diz, and he thought Frak won, too

[Round 3: Dizaster]
You don't gotta start your league but we look at you like a OG
After twenty years, you couldn't throw us one event, Peter?
And you want you to call you the king? The king of what?
You a King Of The Dot employee waitin' for his cell phone to ring
What kinda Mike Tyson doesn't get to choose his fights in the ring?
That's why this fuckin' shirt fits you perfectly
'Cause you the only godfather alive gettin' dangled around by his strings
This is why I outclassed him
He still talkin' 'bout Scribble Jam and I moved way past him
Even back then, he became a past trend
This dude hung out in Oakland his whole life and he still doesn't have any black friends
And if he does, they're battle rappers
Only black dude he hangs out with is Passwurdz and that's where his past ends
Why did you never come to The Pit? You coulda came there one time at least
Conceited did and he was from the East
You the only legend from the West that stays away from Smack like he has some type-a disease
Mr. Spittin' On Beats, where did you compete?
You Mr. Two Time Everything but couldn't pay a single visit to the end of the week
You haven't had a single appearance on URL, no RBE
You told ARP you're a different breed
He was around when street New Yorkers were on a killing spree
And he skipped past Fight Club just to battle a buncha white bums on a British league
And that's why his past failures are gonna constantly follow 'im
And the indication to that is him never getting his rematch with Solomon
You can ask him, too; I got on the phone and begged him to battle you
I even offered him money to do it
But no matter what I said, it wasn't enough to pursue it
He ain't duckin' you, stupid
For years, you had the chance to build yourself up like me, Geechi, and Rum but you blew it
For years, I watched you struggle to move
Showin' no sign of substance improvement
Yeah, you was winnin' poker but you missed your shot bein' outside on the front line of the upcomin' movement
And got out-shined by every one-a ya students
That's B Dot and Danny Myers included
I don't make assumptions or jump to conclusions
If it wasn't true then why are the younger dudes makin' the same money as you, then?
He ain't the same person he was the first time Lush One introduced him
After what I've done, his whole legacy has become an illusion
Like Russian collusion
Only thing that's left of him is a shell of a human
The reflection of who he was before everyone used 'im
And that shit's real
Your whole career, you been wondering and worryin' about how Organik feels while he has you running laps in a hamster wheel, battling for a Happy Meal
Bro, I hope you come back to your senses
And learn how to actually expand your business
So you don't have to be desperate enough to let a blood-thirty tournament damage our friendship
'Cause I want you to win; I love you
If anything, you deserve the fifty more than anyone battlin' in this
If I will have to watch you be a slave for another five matches, I hope you actually win
So at least you can say you got paid a fraction of what you shoulda had to begin with
And after this, I'm off this, Pete
I'ma wash my hands with this 'cause it already scars real deep
'Cause to hip hop, you are unique which also bothers me
'Cause I feel like I just put my own dog to sleep!

[Round 3: The Saurus]
Soundin' like a moron seems to be somethin' you've mastered now
And since you love a good conspiracy, let's break this fake Dizaster down
My legacy: Big tournaments and winning the bread
Your legacy: Big opportunities and shitting the bed
My legacy: Gettin' bands for all-a my quotables
Your legacy: Gettin' banned for being emotional
My legacy: Hall of Fame automatically
Your legacy: Hall of Shame, walking tragedy
I'm the last person to beat Bender in all the battle scene
You're the last person to lose to Rex and the only one who lost to Cassidy
My legacy: Making this an official fucking Massacre
Your legacy: Losing to O'fficial and starting a shoving match with her
You lost the chain to Arcane 'cause you cried the whole time
Holding document proof he didn't write his own rhymes
That shit made Drizzy feel like he ain't wanna be there, did he?
He was ready to roll out and pull a Wheelchair Jimmy
It's been a decade straight, this blatant lack of respect
Always acting like some spoiled fucking brat that's upset
Look at all the second chances you get
Even this Grand Prix event
You got bodied first round and still advanced to the next
I don't say that for dramatic effect
You lost the second you showed up to battle Frak in a tactical vest
And I can say that with a certainty
That Frak jacket fits you perfectly
'Cause it showed us how it looks when Diz is working in security
He asked me why you all want him to lose and it occured to me
It's 'cause even when you don't win deservingly
You act like you're the biggest victim in the tourney... B—