underground music at it's finest
Over a hundred years ago, Robert “JIZZM HIGH DEFINITION” Leon would have written poems, novels, and philosophies in the likes of William Shakespeare; painted complex masterpieces like M.C. Escher, Picasso, and Salvador Dali; or traveled the world womanizing and exploiting his talents, knowledge, power and success like none other. In this day and age, Jizzm translates this creative energy into incomparable multi-dimensional beats that leave visible scars and fresh innovative rhymes, patterns, and deliveries that show you how deep the waters flow and how powerful the rising tide is becoming.
By building a legendary history of battling and winning in MC competitions, killing open mics, freestyling on recognized radio shows, blowing up live performances, ripping on countless guest appearances and compilations, knocking out a plethora of independent releases and producing deadly beats that DJ’s fiend to burn, Jizzm created a wave of respect and integrity nothing can stop.
Lyrics
Abstract Rude Diss Song
Verse 1
This is service, Get your south central wink banked.
Beat jacked like your link ganked, I’ll dent your think tank.
Tired of your weak rank, you speak blank.
Smoke you like cheap dank…schwag MC, put you to sleep, sank
your ship, worship these, but don’t hurt your knees,
You ain’t Hercules, you can’t work these steez,
I’m doing dirt with ease like a gun in your face.
Battle me, get nowhere fast like running in place.
You’re getting done in disgrace. Taste it, you’re wasted.
The serve, I aced it, ask acey, face it,
B.A. Barracus, you couldn’t rock this if you were stones throw,
Clinch your butcheeks like delirious with your clones flow.
I’m a grown pro-fessional, this session ‘ll
Sketch your whole existence into a vegetable
Throw your wretched blow, ain’t gonna let it go,
You’ve been shredded so pathetic,
No credit , you were already indebted.
I said it before, the competitor predator
will set it core as the victor headed for war.
Dead at your door with your bell rung like a Jehovah witness on Christmas,
your beat street spit on my hit list. Can’t f’ with this like syphilis,
hit & miss when you lost it, hoping to find it.
I’ll put a hole in your head to get you open minded.
Rewind it, to be reminded of the facts.
On the record and off, you’ve been waxed on wax.
Verse 2
Inviting me to fight, I didn’t want to hurt you, rag doll.
Skinny , base head, looking like a fag , all
Begging to suck it for rock…go home to your park bench.
You aren’t dirty bastard, but mastered his dark stench.
I used to look up to you, thought you could be intelligent.
Now that’s irrelevant. I don’t give a fuck like I’m celibate.
I can tell your bent. You aren’t a rider?
Unless you’re on Q’s Tip, Abstract biter.
You’re Alquida raps are worn. You’ve been molested as a child.
Heard you rape kids, now you’re a sexless pedophile.
I read your file, “Dad’s a porno child actress,
Parents : cracked out. They only claim you on their taxes”
You like the back route. I’m denying you access.
You’ve been stepped on. I can’t be slept on like a spiked mattress.
I’m at this with old school status declared.
We could’ve had a battle of wits, but you were half prepared.
Verse 3
His hair’s longer than most girls. Easily I’ll belittle him.
He’s an ugly little Kim with a beard and curls. I’m riddling
On the come up. Laughing at you run up, punking this young buck.
You winning is like retarded leprechauns, nothing but dumb luck.
Cat got your tongue stuck with a pen filled with cyanide.
I’m looking at you Lion-eyed. Even if you try and hide.
I will find you high and wide. Haunt and taunt you on the mic.
Why is it? every time I battle MC’s always want to fight.
He’s a rude toy, about to get destroyed.
On my nuts like chocolate on an almond joy.
I’m going to enjoy marking you void with this battle.
Put you so far underground you’ll look up at your own shadow.
Frustrations ruptured your spleen, while I was freestyle puncturing.
You felt like punching me cuz your brain wasn’t functioning.
Was thee intoxicant depriving it of oxygen?
Serving Jizzm is like “Ali” trying to box again.
I’ll lock you in and throw away the key.
Show you what a real MC is supposed to be.
Opposing me, swinging cuz you can’t come fresher.
You better slit your wrists, it’ll lower your blood pressure.
Verse 4
Cut you off, Shut you off. Flatline for busting soft
with that rhyme. I’m crushing your mop. Brushing you off.
Pop that nine and they’ll be rushing to drop that dime.
In the same length of time, you’ll be slain by the strength of my mind.
The touching will stop. Line for line, you crossed it.
Got tossed quick. Flow exhausted, you lost it.
Can’t profit off a prophet. Illasophic.
Going off sick. You’re bout as hard as a soft prick (Dick)
Your head will spin and fall off, trick. Exit dissed.
You can’t get next to this. Possessed like a regurgitating exorcist.
I’m serving your hating. You’re w
