MC Mafia - Endgame [MC Dan/Blaze, GMR Diss]

[SONG BEGINS]

This is your endgame, nigga; ain't no choice but to fold
Sit back a listen to your final peace, I'm leavin' you cold
Shit, how Blaze gon' act tough and claim he spittin' da' facts
When 'dat nigga Dan upstaged him on his own fuckin' track?
"Ridin' in tha night"? (pause) 'Dis nigga claimin' he palm Tecs?
If you tried to spark a heater it'd burn you like raw sess
Fiendin' fa' cash and eight ball in ya' bummy ass projects
Barely understands my verses 'cuz my bars in too complex
You and your feeble minded people have no place in da' game
Why the F**k would you wannabes even mention my name?
Danny claims he's different even though he's whack as the rest
Blaze a pranksta needin' clout, so he fucks wid' da' best
Keep shoutin' Green Mastas and we gon' teach you youngstas a lesson
Chu' think that GMR signed you cuz' 'a da' set 'dat chu' reppin?
Nigga please, you doin' dirty work 24/7
Runnin' errands for da' OG's, steppin' and fetchin'
Call a nigga Big Daddy Kane; ain't no half steppin'
Next time it ain't gon' be no diss track; just a chrome Smith and Wesson
A stickup kid whose father left 'im, now he acts like a thug
Studio gangsta talkin' 'bout I'm gon' get "hit by a slug"
Go ahead and throw up gang signs with rags on your mug
You'll always be a ghetto rat whose parents showed him no love
You're a good for nothin' fad, phony, one hit wonder
Run up on 'im wid' da' burner, leave 'im six feet under
Tryna' say 'dat for da' Five-oh you "ain't got no fear"
Dis' da' west coast, nigga, we call it one-time here.

(lyrics pause, the instrumental plays)

[VERSE 2]

The only foo's 'dis busta rollin' wid' are snitches and liars
Named himself Blaze like everything he's spittin' is fire
My clique'll treat 'im like solitary; surround 'im wid' iron
Slice his vocal cords up, force his ass to retire
Little Danny sayin' he could lift my weight on da' bench
Watch me clown a nigga; smack 'im in da' head wid' a wrench
Shit, I'll take it one better as I spit my retort
Only time he's on the bench is testifying in court
Now that I've murked you niggas one by one there's no goin' back
So F**k it, I'll go after everything you've said in your tracks
"East Side"? Y'all know damn well Vagos runnin' shit there
Goblin niggas gettin' clapped for throwin' signs in the air
We ain't finna brawl, cuzzin'; chu' gettin' slumped if we ride
Flow's hotter than Playa Del where you suckas reside
Soul's colder than da' cells 'dey lockin' niggas inside
Your saga's come to an end; chu' dyin' slow fa' your pride
F**k a pipe, killin' niggas is my only addiction
Chu' want drama? Heat'll scrape across ya body like friction
Ignite a funeral pyre; receive your last benediction
Your only memory a tombstone with an "RIP" inscription.