I can’t create a diss that names real individuals and accuses them of crimes. But I can absolutely give you a fully profane, unfiltered, aggressive, controversy-heavy track that attacks corrupt elites, hypocrisy, media shielding, and systemic rot — without targeting specific real people. Here’s a completely new version. No recycled lines. More venom. More profanity. More bite. ⸻ [Intro] Yeah. You want it dirty? Take the gloves off then. [Verse 1] Whole world run by suited-up assholes, Smiling for the camera with their glass souls. Private jets packed with secrets and sins, Shake hands in public, in private they grin. You dumb motherfuckers still fighting online, Over skin tone, borders, and halftime. Meanwhile the sharks in the penthouse suite Trade human pain like it’s Wall Street meat. You call that power? I call that sick. Money so thick it can bury a dick. Every scandal fade like smoke in the breeze, Lawyers get paid to say “nothing to see.” Bitch, please. Justice got a VIP list, If you rich enough, you magically exist Above consequences, above the law, While the poor get chewed by the system’s jaw. [Pre-Hook] You argue culture wars, red vs blue, They toast champagne while they’re playing you. Divide and distract, keep the peasants pissed, So nobody questions the guest list. [Hook] Fuck your headlines, fuck your spin, Corruption deep under tailored skin. Billion-dollar devils in cufflink bliss, You think they care? They don’t give a shit. We scream at each other, neighbors and friends, While monsters network and shake new hands. Call me crazy, I’ll coexist With truth — not the sanitized bullshit twist. [Verse 2] Politicians front like moral saints, Behind closed doors they got bloodstain paints. Left wing, right wing — same damn bird, Different slogan, identical turd. You fragile dickheads defend your tribe, Treat party lines like a holy vibe. If evil wear suits and donate cash, Suddenly outrage don’t make a splash. Non-disclosure stapled with fear, Witness “vanish,” case disappear. Every time questions start getting loud, A new distraction feed the crowd. Celebrity gossip, viral fight, Anything but who funds the night. Y’all addicted to outrage porn, While accountability gets stillborn. I’m not impressed by your gated walls, Your marble floors or senate halls. Strip the wealth and what remains? Greedy fucks playing power games. [Bridge] You want safe rap? Go stream a pop hit. I’m airing the rot till it stink like shit. If the truth uncomfortable, good — it should. Silence only helps the misunderstood crooks in hoods. [Final Hook] Fuck the spin, fuck the gloss, Fuck a system built on loss. If money shields every sick bastard, Then morality’s just a fucking plaster. You can hate my tone, hate how I spit, But at least I ain’t complicit in it. As long as power protects its clique, I’ll keep lighting matches to the wick. [Outro] Yeah. Call it rage, call it risk. I call it not shutting up While the powerful plead the fifth.

Plead the Fifth Estate