Text Oxxxymiron vs Dizaster Raund 1.
Вот скажи мне, американец, в чём сила?
You’re about to see a Russian air strike on Syrian ranks
They inferior to amphibious Siberian tanks
You’re nothing but a civilian with silly old blanks
Who’s really up his own ass like Azealia Banks
Did I pronounce that right, or is my accent too thick?
I got a license to kill this Arab-American pig
You fucking arrogant prick thinking you better than this
But you never got big
That is why you battling, bitch
You’ve been rapping all your life and you got no shows, Diz
And if that is not a punchline, I don’t know what it is
You know what rhymes with «Dizaster»?
Umm, I don’t know, «putting featuring Eminem on your Twitter name to get chicks faster»?
How fucking corny was that? You must be horny as hell
How the fuck can you not get laid if you got photos with Drake?
And how the fuck are you still broke when you’re cosigned by the biggest?
You must’ve done too many drugs and couldn’t handle your business
Man, I also used to do lines after having my Guinness
But I walked away from Vice like I’m Gavin McInnes
All you learned in life, is how to fight and rhyme insults
But you praise yourself online like you’re some high divine princess
«I’m inspiring the young» Watch your lady Diana? Quit this
All you do is battle guys for half the price of my slippers
But you know what? Fuck my album sales
And fuck my accolades and fuck every single fake fan for his lack of faith
I do bring in the numbers, you can’t relate
But that’s irrelevant, I’ll bury you in LA today, Habibi
You know, listen, listen, yo yo! It’s gonna get serious
It’s gonna get serious and I apologize in advance, I don’t
You’re an American Muslim Arab, right?
Let me ask you something that’s simple, but so lethal:
How does it feel to hold up a flag that’s covered in the blood of your own people?
2 millions Muslims or Arabs killed by the US in 15 years
Shit, who cares you still rep the flag like Britney Spears
Everyone here seen the trailer, put your pen aside
For views’ sake, you shit on your parents genocide
You parasite, apple pie eating pancake type yankee dyke
Who measures dick’s height in Fahrenheit
Bare in mind, you’re traitor to your arab kind
I’ll digest this faggot’s hype like a phagocyte
Check it on Wikipedia, bro
This guy had a battle in Berlin against the guy called Tierstar
Who is both African and Russian
So he did the same old racial shit instead of an intelligent discussion
«Your African side says, ‘I miss Big Poppa’
Your Russian side says ‘Bring this vodka!'»
(Ha-ha-ha, that was good)
Bro, shut the fuck up!
Your American side is battling me now in LA
At the same time as GIs blow your cousins away
While your Arabic side is turning your brothers to hate
Raised on pics of Abu Grebe in the Guantanamo Bay
And I’m not paid by fucking Russia Today, Mr. Vladimir and FSB for sounding this way
I don’t like the Russian goverment, that’s powerplay
But it was coward USA that taught them how to behave
And bully States into appeasement
So fuck your home, Dizaster, fuck it’s role as the world policeman, cause all cops are bastards
Fuck your moral high ground of moron thugs
Fuck your war on terror and fuck your war on drugs!
Fuck McDonald’s and Disney, fuck American literature
Ben & Jerry, Tom and Jerry, Ford and Henry Kissinger
Fuck the Federal Reserve, cause they bury the poorest
And for Christ’s sake, fuck all the loud American tourists
And I know what he’s thinking:
«Aah, that’s not me, I’m not close-minded, I’ve travelled the world
I’m different, I’m so enlightened»
Well, you’re still American, right?
So you may not care, but you still carry the stereotype
You’re like a good cop: you’re still a cop, that’s drama enough
What do we care, who bombs us: Clinton, Bush, Obama or Trump?
You know you try to standartize the world to see it normalized
Why? Why don’t you stick inside, stay inside your turf and keep your globalized reich
You wanna see my country burned? Wanna see it Balkanized?
Fine. The only shit you’ll see in return is more organized crime
So, if you thought that we were chumps, you were high on mushrooms
If you thought I’m a chump, you should try Ayahuasca
I got brothers in this club, that would love to rush ya
I’ma turn Mount Rushmore into MOTHER RUSSIA
And before I finish my round, look, I’m kinda puzzled
Cause your dad wears the hijab, but your mother doesn’t
Your son wears a muzzle, your brother likes Assad
Your lover’s called Hassan and your father is your cousin
Text Oxxxymiron vs Dizaster Raund 2.
Yo! I said yo!
He said something about Oxford as if it’s a bad thing
Yeah, I went to Oxford, I wasn’t privileged though
My academics were a daily struggle: Average Joe
And then, you said something else about something else
I forgot what the fuck you said, so just shut your face
Best flip ever
Look, I may not be from around here, but there’s one thing I know
No one can build a rap career just out of multis and flow
You need the X Factor: DMX and Xzibit agree
That’s why your name doesn’t have an «X»
And mine’s got three
Call me Professor Triple X I don’t make ticks and gun bars
You vexed like a bitch of make up sex
Cause he can rap, be a gesture, flex your arms and pecs
But you just lack that something extra think Lux on Flex
I’m X-rated, next to you getting your place raided
Off extended clips you just getting your face caved in
The ex royal will show you the damage, you’re in a basement
I’m a Russian Jew, this what happens when we get a late payment!
Oh oh you tough? You bust guns? I don’t like to touch one
I don’t need to work out, body type; Lush One
Oxycontin crushed up, I go Boris Marshak
You know Boris Marshak? Better not, he’s fucked up
Look, forget World War Z, this is Cold War X
You’re not leaving Oxxxy dead just cause you slaughtered Rex
I’m different, I grow up on cold cabbadge and carrots
No Lenny Kravitz. We have Yeltsin and Lenin as parents
Oh, wait, wait… Oh, you mad cause I’m Joseph Stalin on you?
Because of me, you are bigger in Russia than here
You want to get political asylum, don’t you?
Cause in the US, he’s a political dissident, the pariah of sorts
He bravely rejects the oppressive totalitarian system of bars over jokes
Yeah, bro, listen
The deformation you’re facing at the hands of the American battle community is a travesty
If they’re keeping boat by your terrible jokes
And the oppressive repetitive flows, we gon’ march in solidarity
Listen, listen, actually a serious note
I saw your interview with Battle Rap Chris
For 20 minutes you complain like an arrogant bitch
Saying SMACK rappers are shit, they’re just ignorant kids
And you a god, I bet you blow your own reflection a kiss
You fucking weirdo and go «Baby, you’re handsome»
He not blowing up, you’re blowing yourself, you’re Marilyn Manson
I don’t know that, you had one hundred battles bro
And his battle vs Dumbfoundead — kind of random
The rings around his eyes, the dress…He was the Kung Fu Panda
Bro, you’re a clown, for the Benjamins, those fake papers
Russians have been peasants for centuries
That’s why we have the most haymakers
Look, and you have gay Quakers safe spaces and slave traders
We don’t understand political correctness, right?
The shit you say in battle rap, we say in actual life
But at the same time, we don’t like the exclusion of faces
We may not be polite, but it’s you who have the institutional racism!
So shut the fuck up, u Allah shushi Bachir
You’re not the Mujahideen you look like the Türkmenbaşy
If he smoked Turkish hashish and some cushin Algire with a грузчик таджик
Тьфу, сука, шашлык!
Look here, Bachir, you are a rookie, Bachir
I’d sign you to Booking Machine, but all you ever learned in Lebanon was cooking a sheep
Smoking hookah with sheep and abusing the word bismillah
Now you have a movie out, it’s called the Goat Whisperer
Or, Mr. Hezbollah, don’t be so pissed at moi
Why you always had to ?
Weißt du, wer ich bin du Spaß?
Ich fick dich auch in dieser Stadt [?]”
Oh shit, that was German with an Arabic bar
I think someone has just crossed the wires in my memory card
This is your cemetery dog, this your North Korea
I’ma dance on your corpse like Rudolf Nureyev
Look at yourself with your shisha bar and your shish kabob
You are Chi Chi man from the chicken shop
Go to kitchen now, get me mixed pilaf with some chicken tops and some chili sauce
And if I don’t get my shakshuka, kol khara, telhas tizi, sharmutta
If you think I’m anti-Muslim or anti-Arabic, bend that
Cause I know more about your culture, than Ali Baba and Sindbad
I read about Hodja Nasreddin and Saladin
I heard the Mu’adhin, I know about the Hashisheen
About Ibn Sina and Islam in Iran
I read poetry by Ferdowsi and Omar Hayam
But all you ever talk is terrorism and catching a body
So the Muslim that you portray is the Wahhabi Jihadi
We know you joke, but you’re promoting the Taliban
Who’d love to turn LA into Inshallah la land
Bro, just accept yourself cause I accept you, brother
Sike lied cause if you don’t respect your own culture, why should I?!
Look, I am the original bond villain
The Godzilla, the Soviet equivalent of a new Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan
You’re not giving me the cold shivers
You’re not armed like the God Shiva
You fishy and oily, you cod liver
The nod giver
Fuck how to pronounce shit cause he lived all over the globe
Motherfucker from Cold Winter
My umbillical chord was cut by known killer who raised me inside a bunker
With Auric from Goldfinger, so go figure
If I battle for free in a culture where every other MC is a gold digger
Cause I kill for pleasure, and he’s charging a fee
Dear Death Note, who of us two should be called Kira?
And before I finish my round, homie, care to listen
How the hell is pork haram but your fat face isn’t?
So go on, do your parody, I’ll go my way like Usher
I’m the baba in Arabic, you’re the Баба in Russian!
Text Oxxxymiron vs Dizaster Raund 3.
Yo! I said YOO! Yo yo yo
That was very nice Russian, amazing
Let me spit in Russian now, Ok?
Я на бите как влитой
Ты на бите, но ты toy
Это онлайн баттлово олдово-ламповый
На деле проверенный менталитет, а не твой
Чё, старина, положил глаз на мои трофеи? Господи, на, бери!
Навеки до слез пелена
У тебя что, роговица воспалена?
ХА! Это рэпо-некромант
В тебе говорит эго, не талант
А твоя bitch мега неправа
Это кассета, в ней Sega Mega Drive
Не-а, не только по рэпу, ежели копнуть — я гетто-меломан
[?] 2-step, funk
Ну-ка веди меня, заветная тропа!
Now, I wasn’t gonna do this bar, but you said so much nasty shit
Remember Rone? Laughing at the kids killed by Breivik? Seven years ago
How American and brave of him, this’s the payback
You want shock value to get famous, сука?
I’m turning up to your show like the Vegas shooter! What
*Collective responsibility. Anyway, let’s go*
2 years ago he challenged me to this insane fight
And this genius couldn’t even say my name right
Oxxxymiron, not Oxxxymoron
I get fools destroyed, man of the year, I waited in a queue to school this boy
Look, he was a Trump supporter on Twitter
More than that, he’s faithful minion
But as soon as Eminem disses Trump, he change his opinion
He’s very story, I call this behavior whoring
Listening to Alex Jones at night when you will Sway In The Morning
So what is it? You can’t decide, because stable side
It’s as if you reside in a swing state of mind
I bet you still loving Trump, so don’t be contrite
If he was Kendrick, he’d be like «We gonna be alt-right»
Now he the type to chill with the Nazis to seem white
So if you ever see him dab, he’s masking a Sieg Heil!
Yes, my friend, now who is the Nazi and who is the racist? Anyway, let’s go
Look, Diz, We’ve seen your battle Hollow, right?
You accused him of making merch instead of music, that’s confusing
You said you found him a booth he could spit it in
And so I tried to find your tunes, you fucking hypocrite!
I mean look, I mentioned this before, but let me re-use it
Here’s the real question, my bro
Where’s your music?
Bro, you have over a hundred battles and like three tracks?..
One’s a diss, one’s a feature and one solo — real facts
What?? I’m not even talking the numbers of views
If we start comparing, those, then boy will somebody lose
I could brag about country’s rap running the youth
Cause of my tracks, but fuck success, where’s the hunger in you?
I know fame is just a mistress that comes and goes
As she pleases, but Jesus
How can you live without getting rid of your feelings?
And yes, Diz in battles, you’ve clearly been a genius
But how you can ever be with a real complete MC is?
Who said these words? «You need to put some more musical influence in your verse.. ‘Cause we come from that cloth
We were hardcore lyricists at first»… Exactly!
So what happened to the song structure in the rhyme book?
I guess it’s only accapella that he delivers the right hook
Yeah, cause on every type of beat, mothafucka you’ve been weak
I’d rather listen to Lil B doing a feature with Lil Peep
I mean, I don’t want to be mean, but what’s the matter
How fucking hard can this shit be if you a rapper?
You had some writer’s block for ten years
That’s a bit fucked up, what’s the matter?
What’s your excuse?
The feathers too soft and the ink dried up?
So in conclusion, look at me Diz
You can never be my personal GOAT
I’m in the charts and I do battles, that’s my personal oath
So any ladies looking for fellas who into personal growth
Don’t look for battlers, go get yourself a man that can do both
Now, people hate it when in third rounds, I go deeper
But I never run with the crowds like lighthouse keepers
You think I’m gonna use this platform just for battling?
This ain’t even my second language, I spit badly
Compare to Russian, this is nothing
But I stand here to talk about something larger than your rap tier
Cause look: you’re an American Arab, right? I’m a Russian Jew
Listen to me, listen to me
This shit is fueling tensions
It doesn’t look like the beginning of a beautiful friendship
Cause in Hevron or in Beirut we’d have some cruel intentions
But verbal feuds may have potential to cure this patient slowly dying Arab-Jewish-Russian-US relations
I mean look, look, wait, look!
We’re standing here saying some horrible shit
Speaking of which, I’LL FIST YOUR BITCH
And I ain’t sorry Bachir, but wait, wait , wait..
What I’m trying to say is battle rap is crazy of lately
You chill with people you are normally expected to hate
Cause of the media, the parents, teachers, preachers you hate
And politicians whose egos inflate
So you face your opponent, tell him that his girl’s a dyke
He calls you a dirty kike but his verse is tight
And then you get this weird feeling as your words collide
It’s like you’re looking in the mirror cause you’re both alike
And yes, it’s sexist and racist homophobic smut
Childish and basic and distasteful like 2 Girls 1 Cup
But in times of war, look at today: the sport evolves
Cause if you hate someone, you don’t trade dirty jokes you kill him
*Like Ahmed the terrorist
Remember Ahmer the terrori..? That’s him
I’ll kill you look, that’s you. That’s you
Look bro, look*
I’d rather every Arab told every Jew «your mother»
And vice-versa every day, than let them shoot each other
Cause I’ve seen this with Ukraine
And it fucks my brain how two nations that were brothers
Have been cocked and slain by the people above
Who still hanging out today
As if nothing happens and only music numbs the pain
And I’m not saying that battle rap is gonna change the world
And I’m sorry for being preachy, instead of raping his girl
Shitting on her
Spitting on her with my partners in crime
But I think battle rap could be more than just punchlines and rhymes. Time