It's a diss to some kid, named Nick. For more info, go to the Story/Lyrics page of this song.
Emcees
I'm Pakistani, but I grew up around people who rapped/listened to rap, so I got into hip hop music.
Two of my favorite rappers are 'Gods' in one way or another, so this is how I put it:
Rakim = God MC
Nas = God's Son
Emcee Bullet= God's Grandson
Story behind the song
Some kid named Nick dissed me because I said, "Genocide" in the end of my "Die Another Day Freestyle". Obviously, I was kickin' it with Genocide when I recorded that track, but they kicked me out (even though I was never an official member). Nick either thought I was trying to get back in the group or claim I am in the group, but I wasn't. I recorded "Die Another Day" a long ass time ago. Well, anyways, Nick dissed me.
I don't know his rap name, it's Young Drastic or some thing like that. He has a soundclick site of his own, but I don't know it. I'm not some dorky ass fag (like Nick), so I don't look around this site for some one else's music. I responded to Nick and we rap battled. Nobody really won because we both kept choking. I recorded this on Tuesday, March 22. He made another diss to me on Thursday of that same week. I'm going to respond some time on Saturday or Sunday...
Young Who?
Lyrics
Yo', Emcee Bullet
[Verse]
I'mma cut you up like salami
I can't bomb ya people, they all died in the Tsunami
Son, I'll say it once: You're beneath my rhymes
I'll put your brain in your mouth so you can speak your mind
Dissing me without my consent? That's illegal content
You're now fuckin' with a con man; You're Benzino, I'm Eminem
I don't even know your rap name, fuck that shit
You're all over Genocide, go suck that dick!
You're broke, bitch; I can tell
You've been wearing the same sweater, day after day, you're sorry as hell
You're on Jin Tha MC's nut, I don't understand why you dig rap
I had no choice, but to make a diss dispatch
I think Ru Paul needs his wig back
The only beef you ever had was in a Big Mac
Yo, you know what everybody noticed?
You'll never get signed, kid; your career is hopeless
And don't get your hopes up
You don't get respect at all, not even from Puerto Rico or Joseph
I told you, you're broke, bitch; you tryina take this to the streets?
You got no money to buy shit to eat
I'm spitting in different codes
The only track you ever made was when Asians laid the rail road
Son, you said I don't want no beef?
Step to me and you'll get your ass beat
[Outro- Spoken]
Lyrical Assassins, son! What do we have here now? Got your dawgs steppin' to me, askin' me not to start shit! Son, you're nothin'! Everybody's been tellin' me to get at you! Now I just did... Talking about you gonna beat my ass?
You need Genocide to help you beat me up. I've seen better emcees than you at a circus, bitch!
Emcee Bullet...
Faggot! Lyrical Assassins
