SAMPLE OF LL DISS TRACK PART 3 XXIII
First hit bruised him, second made him stumble Third track’s loadin’— sit down be humble!! Trilogy’s a combo, ain’t no need to reload James tapped out—I’m three strikes in BEAST MODE!!!! I called him out— a month, on X, live stream, A month passed—but his team had to convene, knowin what I bring- a lyrical machine, the Phantom SUPREME!!!! L’s got too much to lose steppin’ into my lane, Ain’t no favor—this ain’t a charity exchange. It’s not a punch-down—he's just wise to refrain, 'Cause challengin’ me? That’s self-inflicted shame. They shield him with handlers, PR, and spin, Won’t let him scrap with a wolf who fights to win. It ain’t about fear—it’s brand control and fame, 'Cause I’m bringin’ bars that will fracture his name. L’s handlers ain’t dumb—they know the risk of exposure, One round with me and his legacy’s over. He ain’t starvin’ for war—he knows how I strike, 1 Live ROUND ends that mic tatted on his bicep right. [HOOK]- First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left. Leave you scattered like the LHC on full speed Nothin’ left but debris—J’s star’s last plea, Smacked with gamma burst bars, replete with defeat, A challenger you ...KNOW you can’t beat—deleted mid-beat (Oooo—it’s happened before, so repeat the plot) Your cipher’s incomplete, your rhyme schemes rot! This ain’t THE trilogy—it's a fuckin’ warning shot. STOP! You really wanna cop, [glitched/stuttered delivery on '“V-V-Vvenom”'] with the "V-V-Venom" I spit? Put you down like Fetty Wap—knock out your optics. Slumped from the bars, no Narcan can stop this —Death of a star You collapse in the process! Eviscerate your rep with surgical lines I lace each verse like a designer combines And the first one’s free, James—I’ll cosign! Spit with intent, my delivery’s kinetic, I ghostwrite physics, then sketch it poetic [Hook] First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left. Ain’t no reboot in hell when your brand been erased , You went pop with your scripts—I stayed warhead-based . You dropped sitcoms, MY BARS devastate. I ain’t here for clout—I’m here to clean the slate Put the mic to your DOME, now DETONATE!!! I write equations in rhythm, math in the bars- every time I spit your stock just falls We all know ur no GOAT— WE just tolerate, This is lyrical fentanyl—no escape. I’m the last one standing, James—place your bet, there's a spot for you the table set. No soul in the booth, you just echo the past A legacy fading like your show’s final cast I cracked your image, then snapped the frame Turned your GOAT crown to a charred remain And I don’t need shade—I give out eclipses You just spit rhymes—I break laws of physics, already took your crown, now I’m stompin ur breath!!! Brought the smoke from your past, now I’m cookin’ what’s left!!!!! Sustanon, Decca— stack it, inject it, Still can’t flex verses, L, your flow’s anorexic. Flex all you want—your whole rap game’s depleted. Fuckin H.G.H couldn’t raise your bars—believe it. And real spitters know: your pen game’s anemic!!! [Hook] First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left.
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First hit bruised him, second made him stumble Third track’s loadin’— sit down be humble!! Trilogy’s a combo, ain’t no need to reload James tapped out—I’m three strikes in BEAST MODE!!!! I called him out— a month, on X, live stream, A month passed—but his team had to convene, knowin what I bring- a lyrical machine, the Phantom SUPREME!!!! L’s got too much to lose steppin’ into my lane, Ain’t no favor—this ain’t a charity exchange. It’s not a punch-down—he's just wise to refrain, 'Cause challengin’ me? That’s self-inflicted shame. They shield him with handlers, PR, and spin, Won’t let him scrap with a wolf who fights to win. It ain’t about fear—it’s brand control and fame, 'Cause I’m bringin’ bars that will fracture his name. L’s handlers ain’t dumb—they know the risk of exposure, One round with me and his legacy’s over. He ain’t starvin’ for war—he knows how I strike, 1 Live ROUND ends that mic tatted on his bicep right. [HOOK]- First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left. Leave you scattered like the LHC on full speed Nothin’ left but debris—J’s star’s last plea, Smacked with gamma burst bars, replete with defeat, A challenger you ...KNOW you can’t beat—deleted mid-beat (Oooo—it’s happened before, so repeat the plot) Your cipher’s incomplete, your rhyme schemes rot! This ain’t THE trilogy—it's a fuckin’ warning shot. STOP! You really wanna cop, [glitched/stuttered delivery on '“V-V-Vvenom”'] with the "V-V-Venom" I spit? Put you down like Fetty Wap—knock out your optics. Slumped from the bars, no Narcan can stop this —Death of a star You collapse in the process! Eviscerate your rep with surgical lines I lace each verse like a designer combines And the first one’s free, James—I’ll cosign! Spit with intent, my delivery’s kinetic, I ghostwrite physics, then sketch it poetic [Hook] First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left. Ain’t no reboot in hell when your brand been erased , You went pop with your scripts—I stayed warhead-based . You dropped sitcoms, MY BARS devastate. I ain’t here for clout—I’m here to clean the slate Put the mic to your DOME, now DETONATE!!! I write equations in rhythm, math in the bars- every time I spit your stock just falls We all know ur no GOAT— WE just tolerate, This is lyrical fentanyl—no escape. I’m the last one standing, James—place your bet, there's a spot for you the table set. No soul in the booth, you just echo the past A legacy fading like your show’s final cast I cracked your image, then snapped the frame Turned your GOAT crown to a charred remain And I don’t need shade—I give out eclipses You just spit rhymes—I break laws of physics, already took your crown, now I’m stompin ur breath!!! Brought the smoke from your past, now I’m cookin’ what’s left!!!!! Sustanon, Decca— stack it, inject it, Still can’t flex verses, L, your flow’s anorexic. Flex all you want—your whole rap game’s depleted. Fuckin H.G.H couldn’t raise your bars—believe it. And real spitters know: your pen game’s anemic!!! [Hook] First track took his crown, second took his breath Third gon’ nuke his catalog, carpet bomb his rep No Phoenix, no comeback, no shred of respect L flatlined in the booth— No heartbeat left.
§§∆ REMEMBER this is just a sample of part 3..... ✅ OUT MY SITE FOR PARTS 1 & 2
I still gotta fix one small lyrical line in my part 1 trilogy. this song.... I just realized - i never had to use explicit lyrics, so it should be able to be played by anyone. I entered this one in the contest - GUNS OUT- 🎙️ MIC ON, SAFETY OFF
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