Dissin' the Machine

Dissin' the Machine In the neon glow, you’re just a fading light, Talkin' big game, but you’re scared to fight. Rollin' with your shenanigans, tryin’ to be a king, But in this rap jungle, boy, you’re just a fling. Chasin' hollow dreams with your inked-up skin, Copycat style, never knew how to win. Yellin' all those punchlines, but where’s the soul? Like a broken record spinning, you ain’t rock ‘n’ roll. You flaunt your heart on a sleeve, what’s the use? Just a puppet in a scene, you’re not cuttin' loose. Got the tattoos and the clout, oh what a facade, But behind that bravado is a house of cards. Chorus: You’re a firework, but fizzle out too quick, Dancin’ in the shadow of those who truly stick. With the weight of the world on your shoulder, You’re just a mixtape, time to flip the folder. Runnin' from the past, but can’t escape the truth, Lost in the drama, where’s your golden youth? Thought you’d break the mold, be the voice of a scene, But in this game of thrones, man, you’re just a meme. So keep your punk rock dreams, I’ll take the real, In a world of imitations, man, that’s your deal. With every fake laugh, you’re losing your flair, While I’m spitting fire, you can’t breathe the air.