hvað eru ykkar favorit diss lög?
mín eru:
Hit em up - tupac.
Ice cuba killa - Cypress hill
King of the hill - WS'C
canibus - 2nd round k.o.
Pharcyde - Yo Mama
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
Eminem murdered you on your own shit
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crewsAðeins seinasta línan var diss á Nas,þar er að segja á fyrsta versinu.
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped “Shook Ones,” switch your demeanor
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let ‘em gas you like Jigga is ass and won’t clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shitÞað er breytt í
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickÞá meina ég að Nas svaraði öllu dissinu og breytti því í diss á Jay,og þess vegna er Ether talið meira diss lag en Takeover.
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
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