[Round 1: Real Sikh]
We got a lot of ground to cover
But before we get started...you ain't on a good path
Akhi to Akhi, you ain't been talkin' the way that you should have
I gotta check you, I don't care how many Grapes gave you a hood pass
Stop sayin' the "n word", you makin' us look bad
Ya name "Bachir"
You don't see you disrespectin' the culture when you take it there?
Got accepted as a guest, got too comfy now he behaving weird
You said it like nine times on King of The Dot
Did you stop? Make it clear
I mean you be lettin' it fly on IG Live, tough guy, say it here
I dare you to try to do it
Boy I just bought a nеw foldin' chair and I'm dyin' to use it
Or a big barrel, watch your mouth or be watchin' through it
Trauma unit, or thе mortician fill his corpse with liquid 'til the bobby loosen
Drop an "n bomb" and you end up in embalming fluid

Yeeeeah! Welcome to URL bitch!

We are not the same, even on the map
Let me give a quick lesson
I'm from North India, Binjai
He from Lebanon, different section
In the middle of our countries, it's just miles of sand, it's been measured
So the only thing you see between the Sikh and an Arab? Big Desert
We not the same
This'll answer any kind of question of why we separate
We got the gas stations, but they the reason why the oil supply expensive
This 5 star Uber versus the ones that's drivin' reckless
Turbans to Hijab collections
Convenient stores : pilot lessons
7/11 : 9/11
Now it's time to fuck him up, I punch then I reconnect
That's a Middle Eastern combo like humus and pita bread
This was barely two weeks of prep cause his league in debt, he need the bread
What's that league? GTX?
Well this gon' be an easy (Eazy) death
Stomach shot, he breathin' less
Swing? I squeeze the TEC
If I get hit by Dizaster (disaster), he get bucks back, that's a FEMA check
He leavin' dead
Have him shook with a heater beside him
That shit low key scary, like sneezing and drivin'
Got me a handgun, get rocked in ya man bun
Said a disaster (Dizaster) on it's way, I'm stockin' the cans up
This is all haymakers to make this whole round work
Cause when a disaster (Dizaster) in town, the power lines go out first
What? You gonna make fun of my style? And how it seems so fast?
Bad move, cause that's exactly how he gon' rap
And I'ma still biggity, biggity beat yo' ass!
I ride with a tool
Bitch you gon' be liver than who?
The shotty Geechi Gotti, it'll body you outta the blue
Shot his medulla oblongata, chop his mind into food
It'll turn the top of his roof into baba ganoush
Bitch you not a disaster (Dizaster) you was dead before the wind blew
Chopper like an earthquake you never gon' live through
Gotta use the Richter Scale just to measure when it hits you
It'll have Dizaster (disaster) underground with a 7.62
Brandish it
A Kalashnikov with a damagin' banana clip
Drivin' to his crib in Los Angeles
Out the window, handin' him
Bullets then I dash errrrr
Start pullin' out his pad like Canibus
We gotta cancel him
Why on URL you never had a grade A performance?
Wait, wait?
You know what rhymes with "grade A performance?"
"No haymaker moments"
"No main stage opponents"
"You ain't great or GOAT'ed"
"They takin' notice"
"Them Grapes ain't ya homies"
"Take an AK then load it"
Or a beam on the Glock, stay laser focused
Grab your Bae face then hold it
Barrel in her throat, have her neck lookin' like a snake ate a rodent
Bitch we know that you can rap, you just be doin' wack shit
And to get it out the way, I wasn't influenced by your style
I was influenced by dudes like Magic, Crooked I, Big L, Big Pun, Kool G Rap shit
True student of the craft Diz'
You ain't influence that shit, you a has been
The main difference with us two in battlin'
Is I'm you if you respected where you was at and you adapted
My resume here? Mostly legends
I showed and proved
Welcome to URL pussy, don't get boo'd!
Jersey!
[Round 1: Dizaster]
Now you right Sikh, I haven't been on the right path
Recently I've been puttin' on for the scene and gettin' love from everybody
Then all of a sudden I called out a couple clowns and people started throwin' dirt on me
Now I feel like Hollow at the face off cause it's crazy how all of a sudden the tables turned on me
When Beas' first hit me up to book this
He said, "Now I know you don't have enough time to prepare and I'm aware of this
The money is good so you can call up Sikh on the phone, discuss the time limits and how you gon' prepare for it."
And I said, "First of all. I don't negotiate with terrorists."
At first I took too long to respond, he started gettin' arrogant
He told Beas, "I don't even wanna see his face. Just tell me when you take care of it."
And I was like, "Damn! This guy handles his battles like his arranged marriages."
If you Real sick (Sikh) than I'm very sick, I bury shit
Big Arab shit, I came all the way down to Houston with a bunch of Rockets under my wing like Larry Smith
Yeah, you got a big bow you shoot your arrows with
Bitch I'm Arabic, so even when it's war time we rarely flinch
You can catch me singin' through Armageddon like Aerosmith
Now that's first of all
Now second of all, I will beat your little large ass the fuck up!
God damn on camera, you look tall and buff as shit
You gotta be kidding me
This guy's a midget in real life, what the fuck is this?
I'm a legend, me, I can't eat off this
This must be what it's like in real life when you order the Iron Sheik off Wish
Fuck that, it's like Smack ordered ME off Wish
I said, low prep time, I knew this would be do or die with him
They say, "You can't kill a man who's ready to lose his life, but you can try with him."
With that being said, there ain't shit he can do to me
Cause I've already accepted this battle as my suicide mission
Now that I got that out the way, you gon' get this work falafel face
Before I go any further I'ma need your small large ass to sit down
Got a bunch of important shit to get out, I'ma do it in this round
Ayo Eazy!
Look who's the bitch now
Oh I bet your stomach is turnin' watchin' me burn you in front of this big crowd
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I DO!)
It's crazy, how we're in two different locations but we're both getting Real Sikh (sick) now
They say, "Dizaster is the one that switched." How?
Y'all the motherfuckers that wanted that shit
You just mad that I'm on the biggest stage in the world and next week you gonna be battlin' on Summer Sadness
{Crowd boos. Dizaster loses his spot for a minute}

I guess I did too much of that and I gotta find a different way to approach you
I figured for all the work you put in on URL, all the pain you must go through
You can't make none of these cards on your own, Smack ready to disown you
Cause when it comes to sellin' out these big stages, you New Era cats ain't got the type of talent he can go to
All you good for is being spoiled brats, gettin' up in his face and actin' like he owes you
So even you in a new student, you still stuck in the class below you
That's why Smack put you on the back burner and put your bitch ass to home school (Home Skool)
Man, does this dude have an attitude or somethin'
I will smack dude actin' like a lab mutant buggin'
I will smack you with the Papoose backhand and ya ass doin' nothin'
I will stash you and your half human cousins in a [?] oven
I will pull an axe out, I will hack you up with somethin'
Bag him up and dump him
He'll be like Nipsey Hustle, they gon' find the other half of you in London
You wanna know how I battle?
Okay, why is it that all these Sikh guys look like they were born naturally wearing eye shadow?
This guy is like the White Castle of rhyme battles
Now-a-days you only see his little goofy ass on iBattle cause he wins once in every like five battles
You can catch him online cryin' how "I didn't have enough time for the Shine battle
Tryin' to find balance in-between a famous recording artist and taking care of my camel, my mind's scrambled."
I feel like I'm battlin' me from my past life, and just to get here I had to time travel
Cause this dude, his whole life he's been livin' in my 5 o'clock shadow
He gonna go for a Math angle
He been going for low hangin' fruit since day one
Now all a sudden, Osama Bin fuckin' Laden wants me to catch a fair one
{Crowd starts getting restless}

That wrap on your head ain't even Islamic

{Diz to the crowd}
[Diz] Shut up! Do you guys wanna hear this shit or not?"
[Crowd] No!
[Diz] Fuck you!
[Smack] Hold it down
[Diz] I'ma still repeat it. It fucked up my whole round, but I'ma repeat it. I'm goin, I'm goin'. I ain't stoppin'. I'm goin'. Y'all aren't doin' this. Y'all aren't going to do this to me. Nope!

Now all a sudden, Osama Bin fuckin' Laden wants me to catch a fair one
That wrap on your head ain't even Islamic
It's a bonnet
This bitch ain't got her hair done
You look like Jaz when she wakes up
Ms. Hustle when she 'bout to go to bed and take off her make-up
I'll slap that dishrag off of your head like Pat Stay but
I'll also step back and throw in a blade cut
The doctors will have to stitch the top of your head and your face up 'til it looks like a lace front
Bitch it's a wrap, I'm wiggin' on him, all your stories are made up
I seen your last battle in Houston you ain't got shit but crickets so I don't want this to come off as hate but
Since y'all don't react to my shit today I might as well blow this whole fuckin' place up
He's like, "Nah Diz, you can't. I'm not a terrorist. I'm sorry Diz, I'm not a terrorist
Me and my people we not Iranian/Arabians and it's bad for you to do that to your culture and make the comparison."
You right bitch, we don't share the same heritage
Cause y'all some computer geeks, network freaks
When we talkin' networks, our shit get that deep
I'm talkin' AK's, we can get that
Artillery? We can get that
Grenade launchers come in ten packs each
I got enough 'Arab Money' on his head I can dead that beef
And even after I spend that, I'll still have a lot of money left for the Rockets like Fred Vanvleet
Bitch your spicy fuckin' crib smells like a dead man's feet
And I heard your fuckin' uncle got engaged to your step-dad's niece and she got yellow ass teeth
Me and you look the same, why do we have beef?
There's too few of us around, we should just have peace
Plus I'm from the Middle East so you know I got the connect to get you those headwraps cheap

Time. Fuck it. Fuck y'all

[Round 2: Real Sikh]
Before we get started can y'all repeat after me, Long Live Pat Stay
(Long Live Pat Stay!)
That was my dawg man, I still ain't get past the news
We raised a quarter mil' for your fam' homie, still crazy I got to battle you
I know you proud watchin' this event
Shit, even you and Dizaster's cool
It was an honor being your last battle on SMACK, not it's 'bout to be your last one too
You said, you're not a guest in this culture and this is your culture
Y'all condoning this?
(No!)
Bitch you wouldn't be shit in this culture if they didn't allow you to have a voice in it
My identity and my name, I don't act different, everyone know I'm Sikh
But you? Dependin' on who you hang around, your persona switch
On the west coast he Crip
King Of The Dot he do that scientific multi shit
On SMACK he holdin' clips
In other countries he a foreign kid
Everything you do is backwards, no one told you this?
You appropriate the culture and only rep your culture when it's appropriate
You a vulture Diz!
And Eazy 30'd you, put ya fame through the roof
You lost in the buildin' at your event, that made this lame lose his cool
He lost in The Bay
In The Bay?!
They knew it too
How you from Lebanon and we ain't see The Bay root (Beirut) for you
Nobody hate you because of your race, we hate you for you
He lose all control and be screamin'
Talkin' 'bout this NDA that he got but no one believe it
Them lies you told is misleadin'
You like rhymes, right? You know what rhyme with "Non Disclosure Agreement"?
"You Not Supposed To Be Speakin'"
Shhhh
Now I gotta make him shut the fuck up and chalk him out, have your fam' speechless
How does cuttin' your organs sound?
'Til the blood will be pourin' out
And I don't need no N.D.A. when I do somethin' unspeakable there's nothin' to talk about
Watch ya mouth
I don't hesitate if he talkin' trash
Wuhan, China
When I start disaster (Dizaster), it's off the bat
You thought the vaccine ain't work, and shit, you didn't lie
Cause they gave you a shot, and you got Real Sikh (sick) and died
You up here heavy breathin', stutterin' and shit
Your raps ain't clear
You battled in Arabic, Spanish, Russian, and the fans ain't care
Ain't touched URL in the last eight years
Cause no matter how many languages you speak you don't translate here
You ain't great on this side cause how outdated your style is
Tryin' to be complicated with rhymin' so on stages you dyin'
Shit is different over here, haymakers be shinin'
Keep rhymin' a bunch of words, you just wastin' our time
This shit is different, it ain't comedy, it's a dangerous environment
How you the future Dizaster (disaster)? You ain't notice the change in the climate
You ain't shit, on this side
Top five is what they had 'em all before
But his best shit is in the past, he fallin' off Mount Rushmore
He ain't outside, this his first Summer Madness on the card
So if Dizaster (disaster) ain't floodin' the streets, what's he in that category for (four)?
You ain't shit
You think you part of the roster, eeehh, it's not your place
Calm that shit down, you going to go from "nahmasayin'" to "namaste"
Free Surf
That's Jersey shit
What I'm tryin' to say
Is on SMACK, the only disaster (Dizaster) we respect is a Tsu'nami wave
Get the fuck off the stage!

[Dizaster] Alright

{A long break where no one knows where Dizaster went off to. Then Dizaster pops out with a muscle shirt and a head wrap}

[Round 2: Dizaster]
{mimicking Real Sikh} You not from SMACK blibbity blap

I look like Russell Peters in a muscle t-shirt

{mimicking Real Sikh again}
Ayo Smack, wiggity wiggity
The big bibbity, the bigger the shoulder
I'm so big, I could lift up a boulder
One swipe from the armpit, Smack get a whiff of the odor
Ayo, I'm sittin' at home and I sit in the dome and I'm fillin' my quota
You get found missin', missin' in the middle of Minnesota
Which is coincidently where I was dodging missiles and boulders next to the Indian boarder

Then his fake ass goes into one of his war stories like, "Back home in India bro. My war stories...they turned me into a soldier
I can't describe the pain to y'all seein' my best friend in a puddle of blood, hunched over
But it wasn't a gun that took his life y'all
My mans got killed by a cobra."
What?!
You little fuckin' tough guy you from hood gimmick is over
Cause I know where you really from
You from North New Brunswick bitch, not New Brunswick, the north north, the gentrified, the white side
I asked Suge, "Where's that even on on the map?"
He's like, "That's the white, white, white side."
I was like, "What?
He's like, "Yeah. What's his life like?"
I was like, "What's his life like? I'll tell you what his life's like."
You know I know my geography, right?
He lives in a one-mile radius of a gentrified town of Edison
Now Edison is all Indians who kicked out all the melinated people
So it's just them and the white guys
So they can give each other tax free corporate hi-5's
This guy- far way from the drive-bys
They always have Wi-Fi
If they can't jog their little dogs then psst, they'll take them on bike rides
Then he wants to come up here and he wants to always brag, how he got it bad
And how his mom and dad
Are not really from Islamibad, but they really live in a Tas Mahal Palace made outta marble slab
And he's got another fuckin' cousin that he calls "Sinbad"
Who also wears this retarded rag
And the current car he has used to be his father's cab
What?!
Don't you get it? We just a novelty act
You ain't Real Sikh (sick) you a hypochondriac
And y'all believe his war stories?
But me? I know he's a clown
Just cause both of us brown don't mean shit
I've been through a war
The closest you've ever been to havin' war in the ground
Is visiting back home in ya town
And havin' to piss and shit into a hole in the ground cause you ain't got no toilets around
And we used to be just like them
...Except we can afford them right now
All this dude do is come on stage, act like me and throw shit around
But when you at the dinner table with your parents that ain't how your voice really sounds
Imagine, "Mother, mother, I'm a hungry terrorist
Flippin' the cornbread over the asparagus
Grabbin' the lambchops, you know I ain't sharin' it
Cause if you've ever seen Sikh's resume...you know he doesn't usually cherry pick
Besides the fact that I look like a fuckin' Bollywood actor
Me and you don't got any common factors
I'm not like any of you spoiled form battlers
And I'ma tell you why all of this matters
When you go home to your parents they address you as "Kumar", not as the rapper
Bitch, my family respect this craft so much even my own mom calls
Me "Dizaster"!
Whooo!
That's that Ricky Flair
Any moment now he's going to start pounding on his chest like a grizzly bear like he ain't about to get killed in here
Bro, the only thing you ever contributed to this culture is the extensions from your women's hair and it ends right there
Ain't nobody wanna hear a religious prayer from this fuckin' Cricket player
He screams "Jersey" like he's the city mayor
But he ain't really chillin' there
He act like he from the hood but he ain't really there
You ain't from the slum, dawg (Slumdog), you a Millionaire

{Diz takes off the muscle shirt}

You see this? I used to try to get big like him before the battles
But after I tore my ACL...for me that's it
Plus I realized at the time this sport is about sharpening the mind so, all that extra muscle today I'ma show you why we don't need that shit
Sikh, the routine you train and put in with the pen is not the same as when you put them into the plates in the gym
You can't focus on both, so now-a-days I stay gettin' thin
To let you know the condition my brain really in
Dawg, if we stay lean
It's from takin' plates and gainin' weight
Them green proteins shakes don't mean a thing
That's why slowly you've been losin' all your detailed schemes
Cause while you over there gettin' swole, over here you kept deflating
You spent too much time takin', Creatine instead of creating
You over there crawling under barbed wires
Lifting these heavy squats, benching these large tires
And somehow when you came back you just couldn't set the bar higher
Speakin' of setting the bar higher...we're on the bottom of the flyer
Thanks a lot Sanjaya
Fuckin'- Eye Of The Tiger
Hell nah it ain't time
Back home, I gotta tell you a secret about the guy
Back home, he has another wife
He left her back home in India
Cause she's handicapped and she has a deformed tibia
Handicapped, that like- you were blessed man, that's an actual freak
She's still the man of the house
So she's out in the rice fields tryin' to provide for her family to eat
Comes home after a long hard day at work and you're nowhere to be found to remove the calluses from her feet
She relaxes on the couch and unstraps the platform off her head with a latch underneath
Attached to a plastic strap that goes after her teeth
That she uses as support for her forehead so she can balance a basket of wheat
These guys think that they're experts at meditating
Just cause they can go in a yoga position on a mattress for weeks
They don't do that shit cause of willpower
They did that cause they don't have shit to eat
Bat piss on the seats
9 to 5 is cleaning up giraffe shit in the streets
His mother fuckin' licks on athlete's feet

{Aktive pulls Diz and Diz jumps back to the front of the stage}
I'll fuckin' keep goin'! Did I get that round or not?!

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
Ummm, we gotta talk about one of them famous bars that you had
You said, "get ate (eight) sideways like the number infinity", I started to laugh
Infinity ain't a number...he wasn't the smartest in class
But I don't blame him for gettin' numbers wrong, we know he got a problem with Math

You ain't fight him yet so it's still an angle

Teach a man how to squabble, look like I got somethin' to teach
First thing you do, stagger your stance, get in touch with ya reach
See the power that go to the hip, come from the feet
Chin tucked in the tee when you duckin' and weave
Yo teach your man how to squabble, don't be rushin' technique
Knuckles easy to break, so when you throw one you should squeeze
Do you know why boxers go tst tst tst? Because you should breathe
Hit him in the temple or the jaw, you'll at least buckle his knees
Yo teach your man how to squabble
Not jump when it's beef
He knew his homies had his back so when he swung it was weak
He planted that shit with Math, the same way he rushes his schemes
So focused on the set up that the punch wasn't clean
The fuck do you mean?
You couldn't have handled it in a parking lot?
Thought the venue would call the cops? Do it off the block
It's been 10 years, you don't wanna make the talking stop?
Math been waitin' so long for you to line up the fade he do his show in a barber shop
You always involved in drama, your life is embarrassin'
You only here cause URL petty and the hype that you carryin'
I don't like it I bury him
Knifin' a terrorist
Slicin' through his skin look like I'm writin' in Arabic
Y'all know what's hilarious?
He was just sayin', "Fuck URL" See how fast they switch?
For years he said the URL App ain't shit
Now no other league's fuckin' wit' you, you on the SMACK stage Diz'?
And guess where this battle goin'?
Yeah, App Gang bitch
Ayo Houston! Let me talk to y'all real quick
He said, since he battled Canibus and Cassidy he helped the culture win
But how? He got these random investors to throw events
They don't even watch battle rap, they just tossin' money and hope it stick
Give a big bag to the outsider that do a bad show then dip
While real rappers get the crumbs that they can't even hold for rent
So how you not a vulture? You the one lettin' the vultures in
You don't help the scene you poison it
Look at the fights you causin'
Same corny shit that gets you conservative, white endorsements
Type to always be writin' bars that sound racist, might be awkward
So I don't need him to pass the torch, if that the torch he light a cross with
Legend who?
You 37 and act like a kid in detention do
The attention you think you get from views make you not accept the truth
This the kind of talk to learn a lesson through
If it's easy (Eazy) to get out of character, then that character ain't meant for you
This my 18th URL battle and with all the legends I see
I'll be standin' in front of Roc and Nitty before I get to 19
I'm stamped, to get in you needed a special ID
So you can imitate my voice, but you never gon' leave an impression like me
Just be hyped that Beas' got you Summer Madness and offered a chance
After this, don't get online and talk to ya fans
Cryin', that there's a setup and it's part of the plans
Stay off of the 'Gram, and take this fuckin' loss like a man
I'm on that Jersey shit, that goin' all out shit
Real Sikh, and I'm the problem that you want rounds wit'?
You supposed to put in work, but that's wrong now bitch
Cause you can't show up to work
(When you call out Sikh (sick)!)
Jersey!

[Round 3: Dizaster]
This is it. Just let me get this off. Let me start with some rebuttals. You ready??!!!

Bitch you called me "an embarrassment"
You gonna embarrass who?
I barely even prepared for you
You Real Sikh (sick)? Aww, I'll take care of you with some Theraflu
First of all, you wanna know how I battle? Like Goku
I will smoke you like a burnt up horse shoe
Then I'll force you
To eat pork through
A small tube
Or a snorkel
Just so it can sound like {snorts} when you pull through
You got this dude tryin' to fuck with me? He gettin' old too
This ain't the straw that broke the camel's back
This the straw I'm 'bout to snort all my Columbian coke through
Arabs, y'all real men? Y'all let your women control you
The other day my bitch asked me if we can go to Nobu and I said, "Nooo boo!"
Real Arab
Closed the door told her to get back in the house

{Crowd starts booing}

Real Arab
Told her to get back in the fuckin' house
"But I wanna go over the-"
"Shut ya fuckin' mouth"
And you shut your mouth too you already know what I'm on
You actin' like you ain't gettin' fucked up here, barely a float holdin' on
They helpin' you
But you know how I know you ain't one of us?
{sniffs}
You got deodorant on, and that's where I draw the line
I'ma put the bitch in the red
Roll up like a mental patient with invisible friends, I hit Sikh (sick) in the head
Get his head twisted like Trippie Redd
I can say "no" to drugs now, I can sizzle his egg
Or I can wait for him to fall asleep
Creep in and catch him slippin' instead
A cancer patient
{gun cocks} I'll catch sick (Sikh) in the bed
Stretchin' ya
The Turbinator versus The Predator
Projectiles from the Heckler
Sound like two jets interceptin' ya
Too fast for Apu from The Simpsons to register
You used to be a high school wrestler
And you from a suburb in Jersey, you a bitch ass mark
You said I'm appropriating, but you the one appropriating this culture tryin' to impact this art
You a fake ass wrestler on the streets tryin' to front on them like you got Hitman heart (Hart)
Bitch you know you in denial, you an orphanage child
You go to war with me how?
I'll put you on FaceTime and make you watch me as I torture your cow
Look...I saved the end of this verse, cause I wanted to talk to you guys

{Diz sits down on the stage}

So I'ma get this shit off my chest
He talked a lot of shit...about us being two different type of "Middle Easterns"
Well y'all wanna know what's the difference between us?
Today you guys are about to find out
Sikh, when was the first time you ever wrote a rhyme down?
Do you remember?
I feel like you was listening to a song or see it on TV and thought "Maybe this is something I should try out."
For me, do y'all wanna know when was the first time I ever wrote a rhyme down?
(When?)
I was runnin' from my school to my house to hide in my bedroom under Israeli missile strikes tryin' to hide out
All alone in my room, the pressure of me finally dyin' died out
And I used my pen to feel like I could finally survive now
And that's when I wrote my first rhyme down
In '99

I'm gonna tell y'all my life story. So y'all can boo or whatever but at least you'll hear it

And that's when I wrote my first rhyme down
In '99 we would leave Beirut, and we would take a flight out
I came to the states
My first interaction was with a white guy who told me I'm a guest in this culture and how this isn't my house
I immediately started becoming friends with all the black folks
A couple months down the line, my best homie Steve got murdered, he taught me everything about the streets
When my mom seen him on the front steps, that's when they moved me right out
You know where? To an all-white school
They thought I was gonna be cool
But it was full of white supremacists and peckerwoods
Now, can you imagine my life now?
From my homies gettin' killed to movin' me to an all-white school
Full of peckerwoods and white supremacists, imagine my life now
This was at the height of the 9/11 shit, everybody was givin' me the side mouth
I changed my name from "Bachir" to "Bobby"
On the outside I was actin' tough, but on the inside I wanted to cry my eyes out
Cause I didn't wanna look like a cancer patient, but at this point it was the only way for me to hide these eyebrows

{Crowd continues to be restless}

They ain't gonna let me get it off. They don't give a fuck. Yeah, yeah. I'ma get it off. I'ma do it. They don't even wanna let me tell this goddamn shit. I'ma continue it, I ain't stoppin'. I ain't stoppin'. I ain't come all the way out here to stop. On the outside- at least be quiet so I can spit it. You guys paid for this shit

On the outside it looked like I wasn't bothered but on the inside I wanted to cry my eyes out
Cause at this point I didn't wanna look like a cancer patient, but it was the only way for me to hide these eyebrows
Now for these next- I'ma have to give you guys a disclaimer before I get these next lines out
I'ma say some shit that's gonna really get me booed
But you wanted the truth and you want the truth so right now you 'bout to find out
I walked up, yep, a group of peckerwoods told me "[?]"
I said, "What?" I didn't even know what it meant
Things started goin' around in my mind now
I didn't know what he was talkin' 'bout but I could feel the vibes now
Then he told me, "You a sand n***a."

{Crowd starts to boo}
Yeah I said it! Yeah I said it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah. Nah, nah. Now listen. I'ma get this off. Yeah, yeah. No, I'm gettin' it off. I don't give a FUCK. Yeah, I'ma get it off. That's cool. Let me get my shit off

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0 for Real Sikh}

That's cool. Let me get my shit off. That's cool. I don't give a fuck that's what I was told. It's crazy- my bad. Oh, I didn't mean...

[Smack] Hold it down. Let's get it
{Rum Nitty says something to Diz and Diz responds}
Nah. I'm finishing my shit. I'm finishing. I ain't endin' it like that. Hell no
{Diz goes back to the crowd}
Aye, if y'all real hip hop y'all ain't gonna let me get my voice off? Y'all won't let me get my voice off?
[Smack] Aight, what we doin'?
[Diz] For real? Damn, that's fuckin' crazy. At least I said it
[Smack] You good?
[Diz] They won't let me rap
[Smack] Yo, hold it down

{Crowd erupts with "No"}

[Smack] Aight, let's get it. It's over