TITLE: "I'M NOT DONE" LL = Legendary LOSS /Remastered x2_
TITLE: "I'M NOT DONE!!" PART 2 [Verse 1] They call you Ladies Love, but your career's on life support From Radio to Hollywood, your bars fell short You battled Kool Moe Dee but couldn't handle the heat That old school beef exposed you—incomplete Bitch, Your ego's bigger than those lips you always lickin' While Canibus had you duckin' when the truth came stickin' Remember "Second Round K.O."? That wasn't fiction Your legacy took a fatal blow—permanent affliction [verse 2] You claim GOAT status with that platinum chain But Jay-Z left you nameless on "Takeover"—what a shame From Queens to Brooklyn, your respect went down the drain Now you're just a footnote when they mention New York fame Mama said knock you out? More like knock you off Your relevance faded quicker than those muscles you boss Behind the tough guy image is a fragile man Can't take criticism—it breaks your brand [Verse 3] All those movies couldn't save your rap career When ICE-T came at you, all we saw was fear FUBU MASK PUSHER can't hide what we all know Your bars ain't authentic—just a polished show [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—and took a fucking "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel. [Verse 4] You switch styles quicker than you switch outfits From hardcore to pop radio—your whole career splits The real heads remember how you folded under pressure When Canibus called you out about that mic tattoo treasure From battle rapper to Hollywood's token face Trading credibility for that mainstream embrace You talk about knocking out competition with ease But your mic skills evaporated like a summer breeze [verse 5] Your catalog collects dust like your old chains While DMX had the streets, you had the fake lanes The king with no kingdom, just a hollow crown A legend in your mind, but your stock went down You can flex those muscles till your veins explode But your pen game's weak—that truth has been told The real MCs laugh when you claim the throne 'Cause your legacy's built on hype alone [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—took a fucking "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel. [verse 6] So keep on lickin' those fucking lips till they disappear Your time has passed—that message is clear From battle champion to a cautionary tale How a rap career becomes a commercial sale. They said LL stepped in, flexin’ like a G.O.A.T., But in the cipher he stalled—couldn't handle the smoke. With Sauce cookin' heat and Hov in full gear, You ran outta fuel, bruh, the exit was near. You came with lip gloss and ego, thinkin' you divine, But your punchlines missed, they expired mid-line. Hov threw a setup, Sauce caught the assist, You froze on the floor—couldn't follow the twist. Crowd lookin’ puzzled, like “Is that all he’s got?” Watched the legend unravel, rhyme scheme rot. Used to swing with giants, now you miss the beat, Mouth full of clichés and no concrete. [verse 7] They passed the mic—you passed the buck, Your pen ran dry while the whole room struck. Even your ad-libs sounded out of breath, And Sauce Money grinned like he smelled your death. Jay hit a pocket, flow razor precise, You tried to respond but spit nothin’ but ice. Frozen in time, a shell of your prime, That mic tattoo? Now a symbol of decline. [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. [verse 8] Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—tooka fucking"L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel.
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TITLE: "I'M NOT DONE!!" PART 2 [Verse 1] They call you Ladies Love, but your career's on life support From Radio to Hollywood, your bars fell short You battled Kool Moe Dee but couldn't handle the heat That old school beef exposed you—incomplete Bitch, Your ego's bigger than those lips you always lickin' While Canibus had you duckin' when the truth came stickin' Remember "Second Round K.O."? That wasn't fiction Your legacy took a fatal blow—permanent affliction [verse 2] You claim GOAT status with that platinum chain But Jay-Z left you nameless on "Takeover"—what a shame From Queens to Brooklyn, your respect went down the drain Now you're just a footnote when they mention New York fame Mama said knock you out? More like knock you off Your relevance faded quicker than those muscles you boss Behind the tough guy image is a fragile man Can't take criticism—it breaks your brand [Verse 3] All those movies couldn't save your rap career When ICE-T came at you, all we saw was fear FUBU MASK PUSHER can't hide what we all know Your bars ain't authentic—just a polished show [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—and took a fucking "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel. [Verse 4] You switch styles quicker than you switch outfits From hardcore to pop radio—your whole career splits The real heads remember how you folded under pressure When Canibus called you out about that mic tattoo treasure From battle rapper to Hollywood's token face Trading credibility for that mainstream embrace You talk about knocking out competition with ease But your mic skills evaporated like a summer breeze [verse 5] Your catalog collects dust like your old chains While DMX had the streets, you had the fake lanes The king with no kingdom, just a hollow crown A legend in your mind, but your stock went down You can flex those muscles till your veins explode But your pen game's weak—that truth has been told The real MCs laugh when you claim the throne 'Cause your legacy's built on hype alone [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—took a fucking "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel. [verse 6] So keep on lickin' those fucking lips till they disappear Your time has passed—that message is clear From battle champion to a cautionary tale How a rap career becomes a commercial sale. They said LL stepped in, flexin’ like a G.O.A.T., But in the cipher he stalled—couldn't handle the smoke. With Sauce cookin' heat and Hov in full gear, You ran outta fuel, bruh, the exit was near. You came with lip gloss and ego, thinkin' you divine, But your punchlines missed, they expired mid-line. Hov threw a setup, Sauce caught the assist, You froze on the floor—couldn't follow the twist. Crowd lookin’ puzzled, like “Is that all he’s got?” Watched the legend unravel, rhyme scheme rot. Used to swing with giants, now you miss the beat, Mouth full of clichés and no concrete. [verse 7] They passed the mic—you passed the buck, Your pen ran dry while the whole room struck. Even your ad-libs sounded out of breath, And Sauce Money grinned like he smelled your death. Jay hit a pocket, flow razor precise, You tried to respond but spit nothin’ but ice. Frozen in time, a shell of your prime, That mic tattoo? Now a symbol of decline. [Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed. [verse 8] Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—tooka fucking"L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here. You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel.
I’m an LL fan but I recognize a great and strong hitting diss track when I hear one. This to me hits as hard as Second Round KO minus the ass eating line lol. Great job! ✊🏼👊🏼🔥 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯
Just like a minute in and this is fuckin peak talent rap shit here
PLEASE I really do appreciate the high marks. but I can't learn anything if everybody's telling me it's perfect. I strive to remain teachable. I have a diamond Coated exterior, so I can take the criticism. PLEASE 🙏 don't just leave generic perfects or fire across the board. I want to hear more detail. If you REALLY think it's PERFECT tell me why. Conversely, if u think it needs improvement or u don't like it, tell me why. Ik judging gets ur Trax more bumps & exposure and we tend to just fly thru them. I really listen & give criticism where or when I feel it needs to be said. So, when I hear perfect....which only 2x I gave a PERFECT RATING. ......and best believe I tell them why. Even near perfect.....I tell them whNowhere near perfect..... I'm not a prick....I gently tell em
I appreciate everybody give me high marks and ranks..... but it does get generic when I hear perfect all the time. I want to learn something I strive to remain teachable. I would like a critical CRITIQUE....... I can't learn anything if everybody's tell me it's perfect. I have a diamond Coated exterior, so I can take criticism.
awww thank you. it's about him getting into it with Hov & sauce money and they were in a club & LL DECIDE TO JUMP IN THE cipher.... and got smoked it was just in the 90s
as promised part 2 of the LL DISS TRILOGY. AND REVISED VERSION OF PART ONE AND A SAMPLE FOR THREE JUST A TASTE.
Respect 🤜🤛
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