Avian Flu (Faith Gotti Diss)

Yo, you got money? 'cause I ain't buying this
How you claim you gangster when your dad's a rocket scientist//
Bring's home 6 figures a year
It appears that nothing you spit is sincere//
We spit that real hood music
You be making that feel good music//
You ain't a real dog; you just an actor
You the type to look in the mirror-to see if he's blacker//
You just a opening act, I'm the show stopper
Break you down like the lox; you know it's all proper//
Like Sheek, like Jada, like Hood, like Styles
Do you prefer Alan R. Baker or Baxter & Giles//
Low & Low Limited, or the Scugog Chapel
Norwood & District or the Californa Apple//
Flow careful; calculated to nanos
I push keys; yeh, I wreck pianos//
We talk about respect; grams and dimes
You talk about our necks but you ain't hanging mine//
You talk about my flow like "damn it's fine"
I talk about your flow like "man can't rhyme"//
Bronx, Queens, Staten Isl
All see your casket going down the aisle//
I sit in the back pew, crack a smile
You deleted faster then a computer file//
It's tragic you get your ass kicked
All cause you so dramatic and drastic//
Your girl built but she plastic, right?
I break you faster then a plastic knife//
You never got in trouble wit the law; thats suspect
Your best friends got jackets saying "To Serve & To Protect"//
You know what happens he who snitches (whats that?)
Left in ditches while his left leg twitches//
I stay in new york like the Philharmonic
Blowing chronic, yeh I'm on it//
You Bin Laden; hiding in the caves
I been laughing; riding in the Range//
Riding shotgun; riding pistol
my wrist glows; don't make me pissed though//
On the contrary, y'all not scary
Even though you went in the military//
You dropped out of the training
When the sun not there, skys is cloudly; always raining//
Like when the Son not there, you always faking
Sorry, that was your first mistake, kid//
You told me you was studying criminal justice
Busted; betrayed those you trusted//
Your chain was in the rain; now it all rusted
Like your reputation kid, now I'm disgusted//

Whats that around your lips? Its all crusted

Have Faith (Faith Gotti Diss)

Like Nas' said it, yo
I feel bad when I had to kill you and your whole squad for dolo//


Have faith in your name
faith in your fame//
non-existant; just like your status
How you coming like you the baddest?//
How you think you come see me?
I burn this kid like a boot-legged cd//
His shadow's shady; he think I'm crazy
Turn his head; he don't want to face me//
Turn from the lies; seek the truth
Fruity Faith know's he ain't the best in the booth//
Rolling at you now like the thickest fog
Faith utter lies like, "I'm the realest dog"//
Real dogs roll over and play dead
I look at your face; all I see is red//
I thought I had you sunburned
Then I realized I just had this son burned//
Rhyme meticulous; you rhyme sloppily
Only time you went to jail was playing Monopoly//
Faith acting like the savior, "I'm the greatest"
Don't make me air you out from W.G.Davis//
You the type to try to enter guys
So how you claiming you kingpin of drug enterprise?//
Matix the type to come with gay dicks
They gino's, not thug; they rock the K-Swiss//
Why you try rock a doo-rag?
Because it's monkey see, monkey do, fag//
Don't just follow fool, think for yourself
think of your paper; think of your wealth//
Wait-what am I talking about, you ain't got none
Here's where I'll stop now;

-one-

Eye (Matix Soundcrew Diss)

Here's a little preview of it, I'm just EQing it...

I always stand tall like the Statue of Liberty in the face of adversity
Spitting in the face of the fools that be cursing me//
What man comes at another trying to front, man?
What kind of real man needs to call himself Stuntman?//
Sean ain't a soldier, he don't want to battle me
I don't want to leave no civilian casualties//
You the type to ask Faith to touch your body
Yeh, I ain't forgot about you either Gotti//
Hold your horses, Faith, you ain't no stallion
Why you call yourself Gotti when you ain't Italian?//
I pushed you once, and you hit the curb
When the Po-po arrive you the first to hit the dirt//
You run, soon as you hear the siren sound
You jet, "Let's go, lets go, lets bounce"//
You bail, let me help you, here's a water pail
you falling faster than Ja Rule's record sales//
You got it now, Matix Soundcrew
How you call yourself Coolie when you really a brown Jew?//
Just who are you trying to fool, b?
How can you school me into thinking you Coolie?//
Ya'll some recycled faggots
You aint' fly (nah) you ain't even half a maggot//
You think you that, battling CC
How you going to see me, faking that you Trini//
When you ain't; you a fake
Hit the brakes; first mistake//
We lay down the track; then blaze blunts
We come(cum) harder then porn stars lay cunts//
Yeh, 'cause I'm the man to hate
Controlling you faggots like you some Manchurian Candidates//
You got a bleek future driving taxicabs
You look a "lil red, here's a maxpad//
'Cause I got a premonition, I got a hunch
I got to flow sick like its the time of the month//
Dirty laundry time, yeh, I've seen ya
Air you out like Hurricane Katrina//
The eye of the storm, strangely quiet
Then the truth hurts hard the moment that I hit//
You hear some hot ish, that's the moment you copy it
No one could save you if you was a floppy disc//
It don't matter if you don't feel this flow
Everyone else does, you just one individual//

This ain't over...