Diss Track DJ Machine

(Verse 1) Yo, I wake up grindin', dreams in my sight, Chasin' every vision, gotta hustle all night, From the bottom, yeah, I’m risin' like the sun, Countin' every blessing, man, I’m ready to run. (Verse 2) Got my pen and pad, spillin' thoughts on the page, Every line I drop, feel the fire and rage, Aiming for the throne, yeah, I’m hungry for more, Spit the truth in my rhymes, knockin' down every door. (Verse 3) City lights gleamin’, I’m the voice of the street, With a flow so cold, make the haters retreat, Dreams of stages, crowds callin' my name, In this rap game, I’m igniting the flame. (Verse 4) I want the fame, but I’m stayin' real tight, With my crew by my side, we’ll be takin' flight, Every setback’s just a step to the top, A new rap fame star, man, I’m never gonna stop. (Verse 1) Yo, I step in the ring, you know I’m ready to fight, Got bars so heavy, they could dim your whole light, You claim you the king, but your throne's made of sand, I’m the architect, building, you just follow the bland. You flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but it’s all just a show, Behind that fake smile, you ain’t got nowhere to go, I'm spitting facts, while you just chasing the clout, In a world full of noise, I’m the voice that’s about. (Verse 2) You rhyme like a toddler, man, your flow’s so weak, I’m the predator here, and you just lookin’ like prey, Your bars are expired, like old milk in the fridge, I’m the one with the vision, you just lost on the bridge. Claim you got the heat, but you barely a spark, I’m the flame in the dark, while you just fade to the park, Step back, little homie, know your place in this game, I’m the beast unleashed, and you just playin’ for fame. (Verse 1) Yo, step to the stage, it’s the DJ machine, Think you’re the king? Man, you ain't even seen, Spin a couple records, but you lack the soul, Just a plastic toy, you ain't got control. (Verse 2) You claim you’re the master, but you’re just a glitch, No rhythm, no flow, just a digital witch, Press a button, think you’re making magic, But your beats are stale, man, they sound tragic. (Verse 3) Fakin' all the vibes, but you can’t feel the heat, In a room full of real, you’re the one that’s obsolete, I’m spitting fire, while you loop and repeat, Got the crowd hyped, while you’re stuck on your seat. (Verse 4) So pack up your gear, it’s time to retire, Can’t touch my sound, you’re just a wire, In the game for the fame, but you lost your spark, I’m the real deal, you’re just a walk in the park.