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(Verse 1) Yo, Jack, you think you got the knack, But every time you step, you just fall off track. I’m the rhyme architect, you’re just a flimsy plaque, Tryna build a legacy, but your skills lack. You’re like a shadow in the dark, can’t even spark, I’m the flame that ignites, you’re just a walk in the park. I’m spitting fire, while you’re barely a spark, Your rhymes are so weak, they should be sold in a lark. (Verse 2) You’re a joke, man, the punchline’s whack, Every word you drop is just a heart attack. I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re a featherweight hack, Step to me, Jack? Better check that backtrack. I’m the voice of the streets, you’re just a faded plaque, While I’m stacking up wins, you’re just lost in the pack. So take a seat, Jack, let me give you a fact: In this rap game, you’re just a footnote—now that’s a fact! you think you’re slick, but you’re just a joke, Like a bad punchline, man, you’re all smoke, Claim you’re the king, but you’re just a pawn, I’m the dawn, while you’re just yawning till the break of dawn. You strut around like you’re the main act, But in this game, you’re just a minor fact, I’m spitting fire, while you’re barely a spark, Your rhymes are so weak, they don’t even leave a mark. You talk a big game, but I see through your bluff, Got the heart of a lion, while you’re just fluff, You’re a shadow in my light, can’t escape the glare, I’ll leave you in silence, like you’re gasping for air. So step back, Jack, you’re out of your league, I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re just a fatigue, Your time’s up, man, this is the final act, I’m the real deal, while you just distract it Yo, Jack, think you slick, but you lack the knack, You step in the ring, but I'm ready to attack. Got your ego inflated, but I see the cracks, You’re a wannabe king, but you ain't on the map. You brag about your skills, but I’m calling your bluff, With rhymes so sharp, man, your game ain't tough. You claim you run the streets, but you just run your mouth, While I’m spitting fire, you’re just cooling out. (Verse 2) You’re a shadow in the game, just a ghost in the back, I’m the real deal, homie, and you can't counteract. You think you’re in my league? Better check your stats, I’m the heavyweight champ, you just a featherweight brat. So take a step back, Jack, this is your wake-up call, I’m the titan in the ring, and you’re destined to fall. Your bars are like paper, they just crumble and crack, This diss is a lesson, now remember that, Jack.
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(Verse 1) Yo, Jack, you think you got the knack, But every time you step, you just fall off track. I’m the rhyme architect, you’re just a flimsy plaque, Tryna build a legacy, but your skills lack. You’re like a shadow in the dark, can’t even spark, I’m the flame that ignites, you’re just a walk in the park. I’m spitting fire, while you’re barely a spark, Your rhymes are so weak, they should be sold in a lark. (Verse 2) You’re a joke, man, the punchline’s whack, Every word you drop is just a heart attack. I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re a featherweight hack, Step to me, Jack? Better check that backtrack. I’m the voice of the streets, you’re just a faded plaque, While I’m stacking up wins, you’re just lost in the pack. So take a seat, Jack, let me give you a fact: In this rap game, you’re just a footnote—now that’s a fact! you think you’re slick, but you’re just a joke, Like a bad punchline, man, you’re all smoke, Claim you’re the king, but you’re just a pawn, I’m the dawn, while you’re just yawning till the break of dawn. You strut around like you’re the main act, But in this game, you’re just a minor fact, I’m spitting fire, while you’re barely a spark, Your rhymes are so weak, they don’t even leave a mark. You talk a big game, but I see through your bluff, Got the heart of a lion, while you’re just fluff, You’re a shadow in my light, can’t escape the glare, I’ll leave you in silence, like you’re gasping for air. So step back, Jack, you’re out of your league, I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re just a fatigue, Your time’s up, man, this is the final act, I’m the real deal, while you just distract it Yo, Jack, think you slick, but you lack the knack, You step in the ring, but I'm ready to attack. Got your ego inflated, but I see the cracks, You’re a wannabe king, but you ain't on the map. You brag about your skills, but I’m calling your bluff, With rhymes so sharp, man, your game ain't tough. You claim you run the streets, but you just run your mouth, While I’m spitting fire, you’re just cooling out. (Verse 2) You’re a shadow in the game, just a ghost in the back, I’m the real deal, homie, and you can't counteract. You think you’re in my league? Better check your stats, I’m the heavyweight champ, you just a featherweight brat. So take a step back, Jack, this is your wake-up call, I’m the titan in the ring, and you’re destined to fall. Your bars are like paper, they just crumble and crack, This diss is a lesson, now remember that, Jack.
imma use this beat I sware ong
God damn Brody killed it and I wasn't even in the song lol
yeah do it
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Saucy 🌶️