DJ Green Lantern "D.O.A." Freestyle Part 1

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away

With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state

From a murderous block, swerving in the convertible drop

Hoping niggas heard my proverbial plots

I'm trying to take over the world like Pinky the Brain

My 'preme mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains

Or Roxy Reynolds, I stick dick into her

She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with Murs

But I don't feel anger

So like the frame of the nickel-plated chrome four-five, I'mma still bang her

Original renegade, niggas been afraid

More niggas follow than Ashton Kutcher's Twitter page

Chowder time -- y'all write, I sprinkle powder lines

If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gonna swallow mines

So put your nines on the crap table

You like gambling -- I'm Patron sipping, signed to Black Label

Champagne wishes become realities

Bad bitches, fly minus the travel needs

My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy

I dis niggas for nothing like, "Why you mad at me?"

Nickel is still reckless

The last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened

Who really cares what a rapper talking?

The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses

I shoot a nigga dead in the head, and go back to Boston

With a trunk full of white, I call it Asher Roth'n

Feel honored if I talk about your ass often

You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in

It's a reason these motherfuckers is backing off 'im

He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson

All rolled up in one, his money trash-talking

Amongst bosses, hanging out in the cash office

Nigga, you testing the one -- Nickel second to none

I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm effecting the sun

I don't just sound raw

I disconnect your shit, have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw

And then Whitney said crack was wack

And it offended me like, floozy, why you dissing my music?

And you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City

Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness

Forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success

That calico talking, saying, "We the best!"

I'm the fed-teaser

This bitch said, "Who the fuck died and made you God?"

I said Jesus

I'm in the zone, I feel like a star

And nigga, you know what to do if you feel like a frog

Go on, jump in that traffic, you playing Frogger

I ain't no blogger, I'm Mr. Rearrange-Your-Aura

Niggas thinking all we got is Internet soldiers

'09 is the fear year -- respect's over

The O.G.s taught me how to do it one way

So I ain't down for no games unless it's gunplay

Niggas'll murder judges over murder grudges

I don't put money on heads, I just refer to cuz's

I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace

The needle on that record player is hypodermic

Receive food from an intravenous tube

Kill your ass in private, between me and you

I'm sick enough to go up in your house

Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth

You fucking round with the Slaughterhouse conglomeron

Like catching your parents fucking, I leave you traumatized

The beef live til the drama dies

My daughter can get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

I'm one of one

I promise there ain't another nigga built in my pedigree

Rappers ain't a threat to me

Take my words how you wanna -- it's the easiest extortion you gonna ever see

Just worship, mission won't get diverted

Say Mouse, you're fucking with niggas that you know'll get murdered

Started in my youth, I blame Streetfighter 2

Back when winning wasn't nothing, nigga had to get a perfect

Roasting me, zero is what they gross to me

No ratchet on 'im, I'm protected by a rosary

I don't pay mind to the vets and what they throw at me

I ain't hear a word they say, it's deaf poetry

Call L.A. Reid, Craig Kallman, Rifkind, Sylvia, E1 and get Alan

Alert the geek squad and call the goons

All the bullshit in the game, only thing they wanna kill is fucking Autotune

But before you gun it down

Know they only say hip hop is dead -- the dope shit is underground

Radio, shotty to its wig

And tell Fab I can't put it in a bag cause the body too big

Listen, some haters out there wanna snatch me up

Working with half they head, got a Cassie cut

Aware of the scene

They don't look my way, I mirror dreams

They car note and rent is my pair of jeans

Street, I don't be around those narcs

Bloggers keep typing as if they could download heart

Let's begin with common sense, don't make it sound so sharp

Nigga, if you see a fin, you around those sharks

This a funeral, this how fans cry for the beat

Tired of hearing how you hired with the heat

Every verse lame, about his great aim and how he snipe in the streets

But every time he take a piss, end up wiping the seat, pause

I make sure it's no women, no kids in sight

Phone call'll make his address demolition site

Yes-men do whatever your battery say

A dream can't tell make up -- my anatomy's gray

Nigga, tell me who keep it hotter for Jerz

Y'all picked the wrong group to bother with words

Think niggas got a lot of nerve

It's magic, you Skip

I'm Jameer, my spot's reserved

Your spot's a reserve

Niggas is scared of the truth

Look in my eyes, you stare at the truth

They doing interludes in any interview

Talking bout how they prepared to shoot

How thoughtful, won't resort to getting near a booth

Thought so -- what I do to 'em unlawful

Boss dude, ain't got a higher-up to resort to

Just giving yourself a bad name

Yakety-yak them threats; in fact, it's that lame

If you can't tell that act's arranged

Think I'm wearing a bulls-eye and just all them cats got bad aim?

I'll explain -- I'm past real, niggas is past phony

Avoid the personal and physical attacks on me

I remain cool -- relaxed, homie

Brand new, I ain't got a scratch on me

So what your squad gon' do?

Lay a hand on me, I lay a hollow on you

Chain snatch, tap his pockets, take his wallet, go through

Every club in New York and pop bottles on you

Better tell him what reluctance is

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances

Truth be told, I show em what substance is

I know I'm nice, so when I boast I'm only rubbing it in

Niggas got beat up, ignored in school

Signed a deal, niggas thought you was cool

Only take one quarter to slaughter your crew

If they resumes got deaded today

They'd call you a fool

Got all them years rapping, nothing else happening

You need a new day-to-day

Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid

They gasping, time out, gon take a break from the clay

And grab a Gatorade

Bad contract, team can't make a trade

Majors fucking you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave

5'9" in my ear saying, "Hey, behave"

But shit is fucked up, and I blame it on the way it was paved

I'll chill for the sake of your age

You great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised

All in, raising the stakes

Swear you and your label should pray to God I was placed in this decade by mistake

I don't belong here

Dad fucked mom in the wrong year

Wrong nigga amongst fans with wrong ears

Wrong trends, with funny sounds every song's weird

Wrong fashion, it's like every nigga's gone queer

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

Mic check, one thing that I could do is spit

I'll hammer you MCs quick, y'all ain't too legit

You interfere with my guap, your medulla's split

Y'all wilding, my stomach growling like the rudest pit

For being so smart, I stay on some stupid shit

But if dummies make a smart comment, I'm dumping Ruger clips

And I keep it true with fifths

I give your eye a cookie

And punch the cookie, just see just how black and blue it gets

Yaowa! I'm in tune with what the gutter loves

I hop on beat and son niggas like a mother does

They hear me, they like, "Hey yo, that brother's bug"

They hear you, they like, "Oh no, not another thug"

You chase the bitches who don't wanna scrub

I done fucked project bitches on my roof with a rubber glove

We two different dudes

I be praised, you be getting booed

I feed niggas, you just niggas' food

All you do is get chewed like wack grits

Every time I get chewed, it's a bad bitch

Oh, I'm fronting -- sometimes I choose some average

But that's six Jacks and Coke in the spot, and she the last bitch

And I just couldn't bag shit

She just stuck around cause she on my fat-ass dick

Ha! I'm just fucking 'round, Green

But I feel good, basically Jay-Z in the underground scene

Listen -- I'm in a zone of my own, my condolences

To anyone or any group that's opposing this

This ain't a song, this a movement -- we controlling this

You can't beat us, we don't want you to join us

So move over, bitch

It's our time, the tides done came in

Please exit the water, you'll die if you can't swim

This music's a novel, you still on page ten

I read it, rewrote it, and published it, called it Amen

See, Ortiz is the Lord's gift to this four-fifth bullshit that y'all worship

I'm a lyrical warship

And God forbid I should fall from up off this boat

I'll land in the water, come up and finish you with a swordfish

This hip-hop is my office, believe I go to work

And when I promote it, this CD's almost over, jerk

I sit there and write to a track until my shoulders hurt

And when both arms is done, I put my toes to work

You gotta hear what I gotta say, I'm just like that

From what I'm hearing this day and age, I don't like rap

I was a fan, I used to love this shit

But y'all getting away with murder, like the glove don't fit

Y'all either flossing or talking like savages

I don't mention a coffin or doggie, I'm not having it

You niggas rapping is fractions below average

I don't care what the fuck you can do with a little half a brick

I did some things I ain't proud of to support mine

Left that on the street -- on beat ain't where you talk crime

Plus you lying -- whenever you on the court line

It's to pay a ticket for parking your whip on the wrong side

Thugs is somewhere doing what it is that thugs do

Rappers is rapping, and y'all ain't doing that -- what the fuck is you?

You're bluffing, you's nothing, you're stuffing on Thanksgiving

My tummy is hungry, I'll put you on a plate -- listen

I'm making it hard like a blowjob with great rhythm

I know Joey gon' pause me, but I ain't even trying to play with 'im

Feed 'em this money, they handing out a changed living

Project is ugly, I daily barely escaped prison

I was starting to feel pinned down like a rape victim

Wishing for a deal, trying to deal with the fact that I hate wishing