Shaq - Second Round Knockout Freestyle (Damian Lillard Diss track) | LYRICS

Shaquille O’Neal dissing Dame D.O.L.L.A. aka Damian lillard Second round Shaq went after Lillard's lack of rings: "Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nothin' but smoked / Like when we see you in the playoffs every year and you choke." While interpolating the same flow Puff Daddy employed on the No Way Out cut's opening verse. He crushes Lillard's wardrobe and goes on to say he could have him traded out of Portland with just a quick phone call. "And you shoot too much/ Dudes on your team probably hate it/ Keep talking, make a phone call and get you traded/ You probably chose zero because you thought it was hot/ You ain't hard because in real life, you dress like a thot". LYRICS: Check me out right here, yo The sun don't shine forever, but my statues and retired jerseys, Ima live forever Better now or never, kill Damian, my pleasure. We see you lose every year, nobody do it better. yeah right, weak ass bars, you ain't tight. So when you spit something, make sure you spit it right. Don't make an ass out of yourself because you're losing. The Diesel's known for bruising, what is you doing You know that I'm hall of fame, above you Damian Hug you, Damian, Ima make you love me, Damian Talking crazy ain't gonna get you nothing but smoke Like when we see you in the playoffs every year and you choke So the only thing left now is to kill these cats Soft ass baller Ima kill these cats Already 1 up, too smart for these cats While you spitting out I'm spitting out facts In a commission I don't need no permission to hit him Ima f*ck him up, even if McCollum is with him See this lil dude can't take defeat. He don't even believe that corny bullsh*it he speak That little Kobe comment you said had me grinnin' 3 times MVP, damn, at least I'm winning First of all little boy, you see, this ain't beef Because a p***y talkin' while I'm hittin, call it a queef Trying to act like a superstar in Portland, you're local Same cadence in your last flow, switch up your vocals I can tell in your flow that you're rattled How you a battle rapper and your real job, you ain't win no battles See, you rap because you need it, dog, I do it for sport When you run, I see that tampon string in my shorts and you shoot too much, dudes on your team hate it Keep talkin', make a phone call, get you traded You probably chose zero because you thought it was hot You ain't hard, 'cause in real life you dress like a thot First spaking that I gave you, son, I meant to help you I'm so mad, even God or Allah can't help you Cash rules everything around me -- CREAM Gollum lookin' ass boy, I'm the Lord of the Rings Clout chase who, you? You ain't got what I want Why would I clout chase a dude with camel toe in the front? I'm in your ass now, dammit, ain't gon' ever lay off Sitting at the desk watch you die in the playoffs Things I don't need is attention and money Attention for what? 10 commercials running, you dummy Can't wait til you lose this year. Dr. Diesel gon' bring you in for your annual pap smear Bring that ass over here, you can't walk away, Cletus You gon' walk shoulders down looking lost and defeated Put some respect on my name, put some respect on my game Put some respect on these flames, I'm the big LeBron James You can never come close to the GOAT Barely make it every year cry complainig about those all-star votes See you drop that second track in a hurry, Houw you gon' rest your case when I'm the motherf**kin' judge and the jury You said my Shaq shoes were cheap, but why when I walk in these bitches, boy, I can't be beat I see you got the millennials fooled, how you rep Oakland but went to an Alameda catholic school Sitting in a church, friendly, causual facility Writing rhymes don't give your ass no street credibility okay, I see what you get, yo Alameda south of Oakland and east of San Francisco If you were so great, they woulda retired your jersey at Weber State But they didn't 'cause they know you a fake the world gon' see you fall, lil kid Ima do you what Rondo did to Chris Paul I'm gonna leave your ass dead and the stake in 'bout to put you lower than your ESPN or your Bleacher Report ranking Think I really care if we speak? You just mad 'cause your whole salary's what I make in a week. You're losing, Damian. we can see it so greatly Dr. O'Neal I'm a waiting on a patient You know I got a Ph. D. -- that stands for put his ass down, you're nothing but a scrub to me We can keep this going. keep this flowing. Shaq is worldwide, Dame Dolla, don't know him. What you think, I wasn't gonna respond? Droppiong little grenades, I'm dropping them nuclear bombs Everybody gon' hear this ether. I don't like your ass, I don't like Charles Barkley either Lyrically, I'm 7-foot-5 from the waist up Tell you one more time, Dame DOLLA shut your face up. You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.