Artist: Diabolic Album: The Foul Play Mixtape Song: Dissin the Industry Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: dialogue from "Money Talks"] "It's like a G dog, on a fly tip, flossin with the pussy "Cuttin in the crib - WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!" [Chris Tucker] "Man I don't wanna have to beat yo' ass" "But I will BEAT, YO', ASS!" [Diabolic] Yeah, uh-huh I double XL and won't read The Source I'd rather leave 'Zino in pieces like a Jesus cross Plain and simple dawg, you're weak and soft Like Lance 'Un' Rivera filin police reports Since Quest told me Rhymefest where "Jesus Walks" Kanye believed I could make demons talk Your opinion about me, better keep it short If I wanted to know what you think, I'd read your thoughts I'll place you next to Angela's debut A biter who sound more like Jay than Jay do I hate this rap shit, but manage to stay true In a game where cash rules and biting's okay too Remy Martin's a joke, yeah I just said it Quotin Jigga so much, he should get writer's credit At the same time, Jay shines, and takes lines If Frank White's the only one you bite, I say fine He's biggin up his brother, but now he quotes like Big's dead anyways, might as well ghostwrite And that's the reason I got cats believin Ma$e should quit rap and go back to preachin After leavin he'd been gone for years But sounds the same like every Ja Rule song I hear Eminem hailed Mary since 'Pac wrote it Acting hard, pullin a gun that's not loaded So don't bother to ask where the mic is at Cause Ras Kass will get his license back before you nice in rap Lil' Flip's just marketing and strategy babble Only freestyle champ who never actually battled I know how your manager put you in the mixture Had you hold a fake trophy,and took a few pictures Then Jean got a deal, with no kids to feed Ruff Ryders signed a bigger bitch than Eve "Learn Chinese," I'd rather listen to Shells While his album ain't drop and he sits on the shelf Living in hell, seekin fame and stardom Nah, you from 91st Street, claimingHarlem Jae Millz stay real, but fake in the street Scram must be pissed that he wasted his beat If your jewelry was real I'd be snatchin it off Too bad you bought it out the back of The Source But luckily I'm +Making a Band+ cheapskate Like shut the fuck up and get Puffy's cheesecake Dylon go makin some bold statements 'til I punch his whole face in, and probation Ness talking tough, he playing his own role When Birdchest Frederick had him in a chokehold Fabolous'll choke slow from the stampede So when he "Holla Back," young'n can't breathe Puff's plan B, Lost Ma$e, got Loon The next artist Bad Boy's gonna drop soon How you like it? I stick ya baby ma's woom Pop shrooms in disguise like costumes I do respect Dead Prez, top to bottom But killin some white people won't solve the problem Watching Peedi Crakk, y'all don't need me to say he sound like Louisville from O.G.C. Andre 3000 yo' shit's confusin Only thing Caroline's good for is Distribution Quick conclusion, hear what I'm sayin I hope you crash in a ditch yo, I'm not playin Erykah Badu's the Yoko Ono of this rap shit Makes a good musician turn into a faggot Canibus was left battlin for food stamps Rap ain't work, so he's hidin out in boot camp New plan, lose fans, smoke a few grams Dis Slim and start a group with that dude Stan Young Buck and Lloyd Banks would have no sales If they ain't suck dick and ride 50's coattails Mos Def don't rep like rappin for years Two words, quit rap, stick to your actin career I'm laughin at queers like J-Kwon so I strictly run his pockets while he in the club gettin "Tipsy" Slap Nelly quickly, 'til his nose break He'll need a Band-Aid big enough to cover his whole face I don't hate, this is what the industry wants Diabolic's attempt at a publicity stunt But this is my opinion, so I'm speakin the truth Namin names when you see me in the booth And if I ain't mention you chumps in what I drop Either I like your music, or you suck and I forgot~! Question, are we playing the same game? Y'all beat around the bush, 'Bolic name names I just did my own thing and tried to maintain 'til I realized everything you say's lame Who am I? Diabolic, Foul Play bitch Who am I? The only one who ain't scared to say shit Who am I? The only one who could get away with makin fun of these clowns and the garbage they spit