Dumb It Down Video (MV)

DANTE? on the beat, so I had to f*ck it up
Tuh-ha-ha, ayy, I 'on' gotta say no one's name or nun'
None that shit but, um, if the shoe fits, then it fits, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', come on
So, please, take it how you take it
I mean, shit, I might get a response, who knows?
'Cause you always take shit up the ass, bruh, that's you, though

Huh, I just came up in the booth and now I'm comin' down (Bitch)
If your bitch mad, come on, nigga, go f*ck it out (Come on)
AHM, what's the move, bitch? A hunnid rounds (Bah!)
I ain't claim to be a thug, don't say I done it now (The f*ck?)
How you speakin' on a city you ain't been in yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame, I stand by that
They call me Diizii, but not 'cause they think I spun on some'
They call me Diizii 'cause you trippin' on me, lookin' dumb
"Yo, let me google Anaheim's crime rate, um, Diizii?" (What?)
"Where the opps that you be duckin'? Are they from Disney?" (Huh?)
You be throatin' lames talkin' 'bout I'm dick suckin'
You just said you checkin' me but you ain't did nothin'
I bet you let the homies hit, yeah, you big f*ckin'
Trust, I'ma stay on my shit, I'm not blick duckin' (Huh)
Talkin' 'bout what I can and cannot say
If it really be a problem, then come on and do somethin' (Alright)
Tuh, my bad, pardon this Popeye's biscuit (My bad)
You do this shit for the 'net, but I'm not with it (Fasho)
Said you tryna help me get a platform, get me poppin'? (What?)
You not even poppin' yo'self, come on, nigga, stop it
Said his name Kira, did he write me in his death note? (Did he)
But I'm livin' still, just put down the pen, ho (Bitch)
Oh, shit, I just got kicked out the underground? (Oh, shit)
Did you notice that it's bigger than you and these clowns? (Ha)
Soon as I say, "y'all lame," y'all trippin', run around
Y'all know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, don't gotta dumb it down (Yeah!)
Let's talk about how y'all don't know shit about me (Okay)
You goin' askin' questions 'bout me, come on, bitch, that's lousy (Come on, bitch)
Damn, when I called you lame, I must've hit a nerve
Why'd you even diss me? Didn't even have any dirt on me
This nigga do not know me, we ain't ever been homies (F*ck)
Nothin' you done said was facts, come on, nigga, show me (Ha)
Puttin' my name in the title, now it's gettin' clicks
And now he go and put it top two in his list
Had to listen to my songs 'cause you really don't know shit
Don't know shit about me but you really be on my dick
I'm so mad Daddy's money couldn't cop me a Benz?
You really be rappin' just like all yo' friends
Talkin' 'bout he'll lyrically kill me? Come on
Bro be rappin' like a wannabe Eminem
If my shit trash, why you want me in yo' group?
If Def's shit trash, why y'all want him in there too?
Make a mess out of me? Yeah, you big cappin'
"Diizii asked me for a feature," bitch, that been happened
Go on, make a cypher
Spend all your money on another muh'f*ckin' Crypt reaction (Alright)
Yeah, that one song that you was masked up
But he said in every picture I gotta mask, bruh? (The f*ck?)
Damn, he really he said he finna put the pen on me
You don't run this shit, nigga, I'm yo' big homie
I make the nina sing, I'm not just talkin' 'bout the blick
I'm talkin' 'bout my bitch, now she on top
If you not f*ckin' wit' me, how you see potential in me?
Shit, my bad, I'ma go pop that cough drop you talkin' 'bout
He rappin' 'bout killin' on the mic?
None of that shit matter 'cause it ain't real life
All the shit you say is suicide, Kurt Cobain
Tuh, he just really f*ckin' compared me to Ghostmane?
All that lyrical miracle, that shit is old, mane
I rap better high than you sober, I'm smokin' propane
Nigga said every cover I got a gun
Get yo' facts right, bitch, I only got one
Truth is I don't got no respect for no lame nigga (Huh)
All this rap shit, you treat it like a game, nigga (Huh)
All this 'net talkin', you do it for the fame, nigga? (Fasho)
That's not workin', bitch, you the same, you ain't different
Tuh, you ain't kill me with no verse, you aimin' and you missin' (Bitch)
F*ck what they said, I'ma stay the same, nigga (And that's facts)

Yeah, okay, don't f*ck with that lil' whisper rappin' shit
I just put that shit on you, ho
I'ma go eat my Popeye's biscuit
I might go pop that cough drop, like you tellin' me to do that, you know
F*ckin' cornball ass nigga
Ha, come on, what the f*ck this nigga talkin' 'bout?
And that's just facts, like, you really go on the f*ckin' 'Tube
Type in "Eminem type beat," you rap 'bout lyrically killing me
About yo' pen and pad, like, shit
I don't write nothin', I just get in, I say what I say
Freestyle, I punch in, all that shit
And it's still gon' be better than whatever the f*ck y'all be sayin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas be talkin' 'bout, oh, Daddy's money couldn't cop me no Benz
"Yo' parents ain't never loved you," what the f*ck is you sayin'?
Bro, you be bangin' and shit with f*ckin' ninja swords on yo' shit
Talkin' 'bout "I'm Kira," you be editin' red eyes on yo' shit
And you got my name up there with my- with the X over it
Come on, bro, I bust out f*ckin' laughin'
"I'm tryna get you a platform, get you poppin'"
Bro, you not even poppin', what the f*ck is you sayin', bro?
Truth is you gon' get me poppin' with all the retard fans, bro
Eight year-olds commentin' on yo' shit, is that what you sayin', dawg?
There's a reason why I never f*cked wit' y'all niggas back in '21, bro
It's 'cause all y'all rap like- ugh, all this other bullshit, bro
And I say, "y'all lame as f*ck," you go, you get mad
You write a whole song about me, bro
I get up in this bitch, make a lil' shit in about fifteen minutes, bro
I ain't have to look up nothin', look up yo' crime rate of yo' city
I really could do this and that, bro, but I could give a f*ck
And I don't, dawg, I don't
So this all you really gettin', dawg, I'ma just be honest
This is Nocturnal, I give 'em insomnia, bitch, and I'm ghost, ha

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