21-87 (21K Diss)

IEazyEI (Verse 1):

 

(Starts in 0:21)

 

See this is what happens when you give speds pen and paper.

Do me and my boys a favour and hold your autism till later, Or never.

Maybe for Christmas you should've asked to be clever.

After this massacre I'll have your bars be severed.

You made a mistake going against the power house we are.

Read the diss, the reaction land you in the E.A.Z.Y.E-R

Cause these bars bound the commit a murder.

The chance of you dubbing each line getting further and further.

 

Andres (Verse 2):

 

You say you real blood but you ain't prove shit

And yo whole crew can suck my dick

We pull up on you with the automatic bettah run yo shit before I get off to sprayin'

Y'all niggahs be praying

That I don't kick yo door in and fill you with brass

and drop you in the grass Last heard from you was GOD SAVE MY ASS

 

DJYellaIX (Verse 3):

 

Ward Lanes Where I'm From And You Know What's Good

Was Born A C And To Protect The Hood

For Those Who Should, Decide To Lie

A Drive By Comes Telling You It's Your Time

The Time To Fight Tonight For All Ya Colors

Like This Bitch ll21_Savagell He a Dumb MuthaFucca

By The Time He's Dead, Y'all Know We're Free,

But All His Boys, Got The Feds On Me Honestly

Its a Waste, A Waste Of Time, Cause Who Shot Ya Is Still Committing Crimes

But Fat Man "Suge" Thinks He's Tough, We Will Tear You Up Like Tallen For Lunch.

 

Trippy (Verse 4):

 

Took a glance at your diss and my cheeks swelled like Alvin's.

Took a chance on your hoes and their cheeks spread like butter.

Don't know what sunshine and rainbows type of hood that y'all been out in.

But I know when you see a gun up close your mouth'll close like shutters.

21 Savage wanna be, find yourself a home nigga.

I guess it's hard when you got 0 father figures left, go figure.

Your bitch a tool in Bob the builder, a gold digger.

I been inside your girl with the most fingers.

Your "22" so cold that your coats shiver.

 

Mydas (Verse 5):

 

My mind is compelling behind the trigger to pull it, let the gat shoot

"21-87" is what I'm yelling, nigga, when my bullets whistle at you

Your "group" is past due, ain't got no laser sights or weapons

Got lyrical hollow tips to come at you in E-A-Z-Y's diss, so expect it

Talkin' "shit"? here's a breath mint, it's sure to kill the noise slowly

I eat fake bangers like you bitches up for breakfast, the one & only

Raisin' Flags, but you niggas ain't been through the gutter, you queers

Cuz "Xzay" and the rest of you fags ain't nothin' but due by the New Years

You hear?