This is a freestyle diss of my friend turned lyrical foe J Panic, resulting from a beef arising after he refused to make another song with me, and made a subsequent diss of his own on me. Just like Jesse, real hip-hop and funny as sh**
Charismatic, hyper white MC and singer from manhattan making hilarious and sophisticated rhymes as well as complex melodies bending rock and rap
A charismatic, eccentric, and funny rhyme sayer and original producer, music drawn from everything I don't like. Described by one as an "underground hip-rock legend" Influenced by all kinds of modern rock and hip-hop, but mostly alternative. Member of REBELoution with Kadavir
Story behind the song
Well, first I put the J Panic collabo "Our Town" on this site, which prompted a fit of rage from J Panic, and an unreleased frst diss. Then I "accidently" put his "Sweet Home NYC Remix" on there and put some inaccurate info as well, prompting him to make another one, even harsher. This is my grand retaliation, similar to my well-known "Masterfork Diss" of a few months ago
Lyrics
First of all, nobody takes you serious
You scare people off in restaurants for being to delirious
Secondly, you really should be on TV
I mean Cartoon Network, not BET
If I agree with you on one thing it’s Kadavir’s the man
But all this hatin on me, that isn’t part of the plan
You claim I’ll never get it- but what is there to get
We’re friends and we should respect each other- simple as that
You claim you’re into rock, you love System of A Down
But hear yourself on Scot Fooey- if you think that’s rock you’re just a clown
What do you know the life I got here in BU
NYC kid, You try to move and live in this school. I dare you
And you know nothing about staying in shape
You just make fun of my hygiene, and refuse to be on my tape
Chorus
(You’re a white kid
From Stuy Town whose goal is Keepin It Gangsta
When in reality you should be giving thanks to me
For giving you the opportunity
For people to hear you clearly- why are you mad at me)
If you hate being heard, why do you rap so loud in the streets
Making the craziest rhymes, leaving me to make beats
You don’t pay record stores either, and even have a buyer or two
I checked your family tree, and no one is a liar like you
What do u know about being in trouble with the law?
A public disturbance, victims commonly call
I think you need to show a little more sympathy
It’s a wonder they didn’t get you for before they caught me
You’re a clean kid, but sometimes I can’t even tell what you’re on
And I’m sure you don’t own a single real item from Louis Vuitton
I thought we were a team- u need to quit your temper
I saw your old girl, couldn’t believe how you could tempt her
Chorus
You claim you’re reppin your city by being a rich kid and wishin you lived in Harlem
your possessions and life, you’d have to guard em
You got it good buddy
You claim you’re the man in Jersey, but you only dream of Asian honeys
You pose as the next white frat boy reggae star
Rippin off Sean Paul with hygiene jokes, a lame farce
You actually recorded that- good thing you let that one go
Good thing that it’s the winter, cause you sound worse than Snow
You wanna be so down with the city it’s a shame it’s a pity
You can’t even let people hear your song, or see you dressing pretty
You did the Talent Show I saw you, you were a perfect Ja Rule
Why did u have to turn into such a fool
You’re the king of overreaction
You claim I am just to get satisfaction
You’re lucky you’re around people like us who could be just as loco
Watch your actions before you’re put in a chokehold
Make some more remixes all I hear from you is a diss
It’d be better if you kept writing songs about taking a piss
Chorus
