shiiiit, my bad, for these diss tracks, I just reloaded my credits and wanted to get back, competitive wit, I just thrive off that shit, see a cliff then I dip and I drive off that bitch, like skurrrrr *beep* I’m alive in the script. the writer created my mind with a gift. every line that I spit got divine in the mix, like I’m dialed in myths, I’m defying the risk I don’t wait for a lane, I design where I drift, ain’t no hook or a chain, I’m the vibe that persists, I’m the type that’ll aim where the silence exists, then explode with a quote that’ll fry yo whole list. SHIIIIIIIIT— now they stumbling, mumbling, stuck in the mist, while I’m up in the function with nothing but hits, I don’t come for assumptions, I come to dismiss, put a hole in your rep like a sunk in abyss. I been cold with the pen, that’s a tundra assist, every bar’s got a spine like it punched through a fist, u been bluffing yo arc, I been hunting the glitch, I’m the bug in the code that corrupts when I twitch. *beep* now I’m back in this bitch, been attacking with wit, every jab that I land leave a crack in your shit, took a nap on the kid? now I’m snatching yo grip, like a flash in the pit, I collapse what u script. solar flare when I spit, it’s immaculate grit, turn a spark to a storm, I react then I flip, u react with a skip, I adapt like a glitch, now my stock in the air while you flat on the strip. (Bro seriously)
Think I’m havin too much fun, bro do not run, I just came to black out the game, like the moon on sun. U do not want, a new one, done, dismantling ya arc til the mood all gone, abusive tongue, intrusive thoughts, when I stocked up on credits I reloaded the gun, now I’m locked in the scope, got a few on stun, got a few on blast, got a few on-wait- think I fucked up the math, might’ve doubled the smoke, now I’m cuttin the path, turn a cypher to a grave with a chuckle and laugh. I don’t tussle with rats, I don’t run with the pack, I just summon the craft, leave ‘em stuck in the past, they were talkin on my name, now they mumbling fast, while I scribble up a squabble in these verses I craft, Issa versus, a match, a tournament graph, I’m tearing through the list, I cut the bracket in half, and caused a racket, when I stacked the body count in these raps, shiiiiiiiiiiiit
somebody take this app away from my ass 😭
MIXEY
