THE DETH OF HARLEE

Yo, step in the shadows, it’s time to expose, Diss Harlee, yeah, everybody knows, Thought you were slick, but your game’s all stale, Got a weak flow, like you just got outta jail. Claimin' you the queen, but you ain't got the crown, Just a puppet on strings, man, I’m cuttin’ you down, Your rhymes are like whispers, barely makin’ a sound, While I'm spittin' fire, turnin’ this place to a mound. You’re lost in the hype, just a ghost in the scene, I’m the nightmare creepin’ through your digital screen, Every bar I drop, yeah, it’s heavy like lead, While you’re playin’ pretend, I’m the one who’s widespread. Takin’ shots at your ego, watch it shatter and break, In this lyrical war, it’s the moves that I make, So step back, Harlee, this ain’t your domain, I’m the beast in the dark, and you’re just a faint stain.