Shaq Raps about Kobe

rap shaq dissing kobei made a rap freestyle fo kobe so he can use it Your reign on the top was short like leprechaunsSure-thing rings lost to Wallaces and OlajuwonsYou're a true, what? You're a true blue pr*ckOn the outside you're happy, on the inside you're sickOh, my bad, I forgot, that's just part of your schtickAdmit it, you just mad 'cause your career's almost overYou're a black hole while I'm still supernovaAnd while we're on the topic of being a starI'll be in Phoenix in February—can I borrow your car?Since I'll be in the game, I won't drive it too farI remember when you had the Reebok ShaqnosisNow you're working on a coronary thrombosisI live in the gym, you've got a body by HostessNike makes me shoes and spots, I jump cars for funTell you what, I'd rather hang with Jackass than be oneYou claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wifeYeah, that's just jokes, but—haha—I f*cked your lifeWanna go after me for your problems, nah, that's all on youAnd those big alimony checks—those are all on you tooWatch Shaunie stack those chips while you get blueAnd what's this I hear about how you went after Kareem?You'll never be like him, he was part of a teamForget about Cap, were you even better than Dream?Please explain the MDE with one MVP?That's like calling yourself a forest when you're only one treeRuss had five, Wilt had four, even Moses had threeAs for the rings, yeah, you wound up with fourBut the Most Dominant Ever should really have moreYou weren't the most feared to ever step on the floorThose three titles we won, yeah, I couldn't have done it without youAt least I can admit it, how 'bout you, Shaq-Fu?It's always all about you—the big center of attentionBut you ain't notorious, never had that dimensionCoulda stayed in L.A. but you had to have that extensionYou can score in the paint, can't get it done at the lineSay "I hit 'em when it matters" and everything's fine?Those ugly-ass bricks don't take from your shine?Nah, I guess not, but while it may not hurt your fameIt's something to consider when you're benched at the end of the gameAnd now new guys are coming through to rip that S off your armBad enough you lost your game, now you even lost your charmWhat ever happened to you, when did you get so bitter?Used to be a champion, now you're a quitterCould have done more in Miami if you only got fitterIf you couldn't take the fire, should have stayed out the HeatYou're so out of shape you can barely THINK on your feetAnd they even took your badges, that I'm sorry to hearBecause at least then you might have had another careerCall yourself a cop? You're nothin' but a pigAnd rhyme all you want, you can never be BigI'm a Laker for life, you're just another man on a journeyIn fact, don't ever speak to me, just call my attorneyKeep playing with fire, you ain't gonna burn meYou think you can spit? Like those six Grammies mattered?You never were sh*t, but I'm glad you were flatteredYou never really could rhyme, got carried by manyKind of like how it worked with Dwyane, Kobe and PennyPeople only rhymed on your records because they knew you had moneyYou think they laughed at your jokes 'cause they thought you were funny?Always thought you was Vito when you're really a SonnyAs for your movies, they laughed WITH you, as far as you knowBut maybe you should go back to school, like Neon BoudeauxAnd hey, my coach came back, unlike Mike D'AntoniHe chose the KNICKS over you, you big f*cking phonyYou think you a horse, but you barely a ponyI'll be in Beijing this summer, going for goldYou could be too, if you weren't so oldFace it, you mad, that's why you came at me firstIf I show you my trophy, will it slake your MVP thirst?I got to stay home, you got displaced.As years go by, your memories erased.What was that, Diesel? How does your ass taste?Shouldn't you know? You're the one sh*tfaced.

Channel: Sports
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: IMmichaelfoo

Length: 03:55
Rating: 3.77
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