Im On Fire ft. Michael Jackson

Til My Heartbeat Stop

*Lyrics* 
-Hook-
Push you to the ground if its me you try to lean on
Pussy ass rappers thats one thing i like to feed on
Didnt mean to kill em all i did was put a beat on
Make no mistake cuz this ones dissin -
Push you to the ground if its me you try to lean on
Pussy ass rappers thats one thing i like to feed on
Didnt mean to kill em all i did was put a beat on
Make no mistake cuz this ones dissin Tijon
-1st verse-
Pussy boy dont play around me
Bet i keep that thing around me
Scared to show your face around me
Got nuthin to say around me
Whats with all the hate around me? 
Ya scared to say my name around me
And ill beat a bitches ass if they ever play ya tape around me
Put that shit back up ya ass 
Dont play it back cuz that shits whack
Really dawg ya flow stink i think that it might need a bath
Im far ahead you fallin back 
like a turtle fallin on its back
You on ya back whats on my back? 
Oh yea thats right North Cakalack
Im in this bitch just kickin ass 
You on your shit just spittin trash 
On this beat ill diss ya ass 
You gettin bashed now kiss my ass
Tijon dawg you feelin that?
Bet you aint as real as that
And i aint even gotta touch ya let my music send you back
I dont think that you could prove to you that you a beast
I be movin steady doin just improvin on a beat
You a loser i can prove it and the proof is on the beat
You cant do it like i do it cuz i do it like a G
Uh Uh Uh Uh Okay
-hook-
-2nd verse- 
I just hit you with the left are you ready for the right?
Go ahead and give your best you cant beat me on a mic
You gon throw a hit and miss like you couldnt reach the height
When i throw a hit it hits are you ready for sum lights?
Like lights camera action The Rookie gon thrash em
Homie we can get it in like Yo Whats Crackalackin?
Yo whats the cracka lackin? 
Tell me yo whats happenin?
he givin up already? Man All I Did Was Tap Him!
You showin ya money flashin it Sumbody gon end up snatchin it
Keep yo shit in the cabinet Cuz Rook is so unpassionate
Fuck yo flow im passin it Dawg you dont even have to spit
Im on my fuckin level homie You aint even on half of it 
Sorry to be blunt im just sayin how i feel
Gotta problem? H Vegas, Bull City, or Da Hill
I be everywhere foreal Homie ima keep it real
And im still a better rapper then you White And Broke Without A Deal

Okay (TijonC Diss)

Im cold not a hero call me Sub Zero
Fuck what you heard i could take ya whole trio
Shootin ice bullets better dodge like your Neo
Im freezin you with temperatures way below zero
Plus i spit hotter then Scorpions flames 
You couldnt hold me down with Scorpions chains
Try to take me out i suggest that you try not
Im comin right back call me Noob Saibot
Tijon dawg you needa step up your game
Cant compete wit me there aint no way
Dont care about your groupies they all get no say
And ill tell em like ya gimmick it'll be okay
Bitch i graduated aint no GED here
Im aimin at sum chickens aint no beef to eat there
He dont wanna battle cuz he easily scared 
He condoning droppin out cuz its me that he fear
You can say im Reptile cuz what i spit is acid
My rhymes are immortal and yours are never lastin
Send ya best bars ill just chop em up like cabbage 
And bury ya flow when i put it in a casket
Thats what your ass get you pussy little bitch
Scared to get at me or push me little bitch
Ill say it once again you a pussy little bitch
Yea ima big dick and you a little prick
Bitch get real snap back to reality 
Ill call it before it end this will be a fatality 
First round brutality i got ya crew mad at me
If this was for bread i would leave you broke and scavenging 
Hope you got the point like ya mutha fuckin hairline
You aint gunna win i suggest you dont dare try
My rhymes are far ahead so you really cant compare mine
And yours just got soaked better hang em up to air dry
Victory is flawless yea i got all this
All he does is talk shit im thinkin that he ball-less 
He dont wanna fuck with a beast like me
Ill go Baraka on a beat watch me sink my teeth 
Smokin on that purp yea i call that shit Rain
Bout to kill him off like the second Johnny Cage
Yea ima send you back to which you came 
And take the role of champ like my names Liu Kang 

Finish Him (TijonC Diss)

-Hook- 
Yea you kno whats goin on Its done i won Its Game Over
Aint no point in goin on my bad Tijon Its Game Over
-1st Verse-
Startin with ya kinfolk im sendin my condolences 
Its murder that this kid wrote im hopin that you notice this
Im bout to let these kids know who the fuck is runnin shit
You porbably got ya Mid flow im Dro so we rollin it
Yea i got that potent flow the bitches all know what it is 
My flow is way superior then what you call flowin is
There really aint no stoppin me once i get to goin in 
Im rippin up this beat somebody get a sewing kit
Why you tapping brakes when you should be hittin gas
Rap101s in session boy im takin you to class
From the looks of all ya grades seems you're never gunna pass
If you try to beat a beast then you're never gunna last
Im feelin kinda bad i had to put ya ass on blast
No im not not im glad i made ya pride shatter like its glass
Already burnt you down im just wipin up the ash
Put the ash in a bag and im takin out the trash
-Hook-
-2nd Verse-
Flow too good aint no need to read a book
Think you got Rook shook better take a second look
Add a C in my name and you'll see that ima crook
See you braggin bout ya mics watch everything get took
See you pausin in ya songs might as well just grab a hook
Watch T get served give respect to the cook
See you reppin B-Ridge in the burbs not a hood 
I be just about everywhere smokin on the good
And you think you wanna pass me i know you wish you could
And i really wish you would try to get at me you puss
I hand wit real Gz that'll drag you in the woods
So you're never to be seen again by another one
Yea its understood you gettin buried by the foot
And your boys there secretly all really know whats good
They say to never quit but im thinkin that you should 
Cuz ya flow is gettin murked by Rookie or The Rook 
-Hook-
-3rd Verse-
By now you probably cryin better put ya face in facial tissue
Call ya mom and dad to tuck you in or get ya bae to kiss you
Wanna meet up on the tracks you waitin on the train to hit you 
The white boy winnin but this aint a racial issue
Bitch im crazed to get you You pussy state ya issue 
Im takin your ass out no one in this place will miss you
I came for competition but it wasnt here at all 
I was better off dissin fuckin mirrors on the wall
Mirror mirror on the wall whos the realest of them all
Is it Tijon C No im killin him he soft
Better grab the basketball try to dribble down the court 
But you aint gunna pass me in this type of sport
Ima G you a hoe thats a mutha fuckin problem 
Im not Lil Wayne but i can be the Problem Solver 
The first diss i did was an outline chalkin 
But now im bout to pull a slim and Nail up this Coffin 
-Hook-

Game Over (Tijon Diss)

*Lyrics*
Im startin to think that You dont know what hip hop is
Tell me who's your favorite rapper woah Is It Hopsin?
Throw a diss to Rook thats a Hip Hop Sin
You know Rookie comin back wit sum tip top shit
I'll treat this dude like the weed i copped and mutha fuckin blaze a G
This mutha fucka must not know whats comin to him when he facin me
Tryna fuckin face a beast you probably will be deceased 
R.I.P to Prophecy on a beat ill beat this weak MC
I dont give a mutha fuck He just now knowin whats up
As i beat this worthless punk ill bury him then dig em up
Chew his bones then spit em up Might even have to shit em up
Awful lotta groupies here Like Tupac said ill Hit Em Up
Yea im from North Cackalack Im Comin Back Full Blown Attack
Keepin this shit short n sweet three minutes aint no need in that
Feigning beef i needed that
Succeed these geeks are heated now
Kill you with my vocals i dont even really need a gat
Since you really cant kiss mine i see you kissing Hopsins ass
Since you sayin you got bread ill be sure to make you drop sum cash
Come over here to 919 real Gz over here might pop ya ass
Before this shit go any further Somebody better stop ya ass

Rook - Prophecy Diss #1

*Lyrics*
I know you really like em You aint gotta ride his dick
He even said it in a song Told you not to ride on it
What he sent you to go after me? He bribe you with a kiss?
Homie sit back Relax and just take the vibe i spit
You a fuckin Wussy sayin Rookie rhyme wit Pussy
Rookie rhyme with Shook The fuckin team you wit Booking
I Know you wishin bad enough that hopsin would be here
Seems its really lookin clear that im the Rookie Of The Year
He came back to get attacked by another sick verse
If you come to Cackalack Duck cuz i hit first
If im outta cash wont be hard enough to strip yours 
You fumble on a verse? Or is your rhymes censored?
But on the same line you was talkin about a cock
Yea i bet thats one thing that be in ya mouth alot
And you really dont even care if its fuckin dark or not
You'll be givin Hopz head over in the parking lot
I add fuel to the flame like im X-Mens Pyro
An im spittin hot flame you could also call me Spyro 
I got ya head spinnin Look its spinnin in a spiral 
Yea i got gunz No none of em are hydro.....
So what you know my name is Dillon
Mind Blown Brains are spillin
Between us two know im the illest
What i say? Yea im the realest 
Say you sick i know the feelin 
Stayed inside today im chillin
Gotta stop this song like right now or ill fuckin kill it

919Rook