Swave Sevah vs Dizaster

[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 nigga looking befuddled
Dissecting my words trying to find something to rebuttal
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 fucking cut you open til your guts are showing
Then I'll load up a full clip."
Fuck outta here with that bullshit
We all know you ain't popping off, you don't bust guns crazy
Nigga 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 pace 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 nigga
Them Canadians ain't do shit, but you in New York now nigga
And you fucked 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 fuck 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 niggas warning me
Saying I rap retardedly cause he be rapping rapidly
Y'all think he would demolish me? Nigga please
He say a lot of things but the nigga comedy
So in actuality this is quantity versus quality
This nigga's a big ass 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 shit

[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, bisexual 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 fucking 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 fuck like the last time Method Man and Redman tried teaming up
Your wife is a tweaker slut 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 fuck 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 shit. You?, Porter potty
I'm the real thing you a photocopy
But keep talking shit and being over-cocky 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 glass 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 faggot Iron Man can stop me
If I survive the blast I'll still fight you with half my body
Still get your ass 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 fuck
Truth is, you haters
You just a bitch 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 fucking 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 shit, did you just see that right there?
His homeboy whispered in his ear started giving him tips
Motherfucker you'll get ripped
Start doing this wit' your face
I'm moving the crowd with my motherfucking 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 with 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
Death, 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 death 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 niggas 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 ass tsunami catching bodies
All across the southern Asian coast
Nigga that's....hold on
Ain't you the same nigga that had all those Asian jokes?
Oh yo I'ma kill this nigga, 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
Nigga I will beat Bin Laden's location up out of you
All from assassin'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 bitch ass nigga frail, you fuck 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 nigga!)

Aye, shut the fuck up!

(Fuck outta here with that shit)

Shut up!
Shut the fuck 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 fucking wack dude
I mean if you pronounce the letter V one more time, I'm gonna stab you
This motherfucker, are you seriously kidding me
You guys over here talking shit trying to throw me off, literally
I got some shit 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 bitch 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 porn 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 class
Hold on, hold on, don't make me say it again
You probably trying to avenge the death of A-Class like I said, you and PH, graduated from the same class, 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 glass
(Shut the fuck up, hey shut the fuck 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 fuck 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 faggot, 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 shit
I smash one on your head
I fuck around and hit you in spots burning your flesh
I'ma kill 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 'Faggot' on your casket with a magic marker
I fucking.. I'll fucking..
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-Class he got in they face
But I ain't see none of that shit 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
Shit I witnessed firsthand the type of shit that this bitch 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 nigga was scared like a bitch
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 nigga said, "Ayo, ayo yo yo we just gon' walk through the hood like that?"
I couldn't believe my ears, fucked my head up
Did the double take, looked in his face, seen he was dead up
Would've thought he was a cold blooded killer from how he be rhyming
You went from that Al Qaeda column to the cowardly lion
True story, I reassured 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 fucking nerd
Me? I got goons everywhere, my niggas live off the payroll
They'll 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 shit across the street
Question for any Diz' fan hearing this, I'm curious
The fuck y'all see in this nigga? 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 nigga with Tourette's Syndrome
Fucking faggot! Faggot!
This motherfucker such a racist at heart
10 bucks says he's afraid of the dark
You bitch made, you better start playing your part
See you wrote your first rounds, we chambering ours
Gunning niggas, corrupting your sweet little suburbia
Backyard barbecued, breaking bread with murderers
Niggas that won't hesitate to put 10 in your turban
And send this fake terrorist to his 70 virgins
Team Homi nigga

[Round 3: Dizaster]
Yo
Grind Time Rappers
I spoke to 90% of them on the phone
Y'all got bitch 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 fucking 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 ass toes
No damn socks with his shoes off
Faggot ass 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 fuck 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 shit
On how Cam'ron and Ma$e were just a couple of faggots you used to ball with
Sounded kinda jealous, salty and all pissed
That's why they put him down on that long list of Harlem's kids that got black balled, bitch
And you fuck a black bald bitch
This faggot is fucking lame
He told me a bunch of stories at Grizzle trying to throw dirt on Canibus' name
Come on tell me the truth
Really? Really? That's not all that?
You didn't really tell me that you were gonna hop on him on the one track
And got all pissed off cause the motherfucker never called back
So he started bitching telling me "I fucked Canibus' sister, I fucked Canibus' sister"
I don't give a fuck if you fucked Canibus' sister when you see him you'll probably ask him for a picture
Time to expose Swave Sevah's cover
As a child they sent you downstairs to borrow sugar from Ma$e Betha's mother
I said they all used to chill at that building they called it 'The Stash Spot'
Un Kasa 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 box
You thought you was just going to punk me and I'ma back off?
I grip a fucking cannon and clap off, large 'nikov I strap, rip the back of your pants off
I'll turn your man into clam sauce
Strike like the back of a matchbox
You get your whole fucking band shot like you was getting ambushed by Black Ops
Bullets flying through the curtain fold your back like a laptop
You could pass 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 class Dad stop, I'm trying to watch Matlock"
Fuck that, that was the last straw
I don't care how tough you are I wanna shatter your glass jaw
Run in your house grab your mom and start tapping her ass raw
Kick your fucking 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 fucking snap on you
I mean what would this faggot do"
He's strong in a scrap that's cool but if you start talking shit I'ma rapidly start stabbing you like [?]
I treat 'em all like little bitches man I fucking smash their face in
I'll get rid of your fucking 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 Kasa fucking looking like NuBorn's father

(Fuck that shit)

Fuck that shit? Well fuck you too
I don't give a fuck that's what's up with dude
Fuck around and make me have to snap and smash people
I fucking came out here to get rid of your town hero
And before I leave best believe I'm building a Mosque on Ground Zero