"SPIZthewiz DISS.... WANT MORE?"
[Hook] You been down from day one? Then stay down, I lace rounds, dismantle ur lyrics, watch ur career breakdown. Talkin' missiles? I’m grammar-loaded with a spray sound, With my Gatling gun grammar—bitch, you gonna stay down. All Preachy and capped up now, Your insecurities got u lost on the map now! [Verse 1] Chat room trash-talker, echo of the lame, You point at the sewage, but you soak in the same. Glass house preacher, stone-throwin' lame, You swim in hypocrisy, I bring flame. Braggin’ on dope? My lines are the narcotic, You high off delusion, I'm cold and methodic. Ring your bell like Ready-Rock, knock you out like Fetty Wap, Call 'em wannabes, yet you crave the same spot. You bought this—the whole process, Slumped from my bars—Narcan can't stop this. "Asthma attack" lines? Bro, that’s cartoon logic, Biggie used it in a line—you just sounded neurotic. Talent vacuum, your pen game’s flatline, Delivery? Horrible—sounds worse every time. While I strike surgical, tighten the scheme, You sound like a whisper tryina shout in a dream. [Hook] You been down from day one? Then stay down, I lace rounds, dismantle ur lyrics, watch ur career breakdown. Talkin' missiles? I’m grammar-loaded with a spray sound, With my Gatling gun grammar—bitch, you gonna stay down. All Preachy and capped up now, Your insecurities got u lost on the map now! [Verse 2] "Missiles inbound"? Bro, I eat threats for lunch, My syntax is apex—your lines barely punch. You bring destruction? I architect precision, Gatling gun grammar got surgical vision. You claim sagacity? Cute… that’s comedy gold, IQ so low, it chills in a wine cellar cold. Call it room temp? Nah, that’s disrespectful— Even Celsius blushed when it heard you’re intellectual. All preachy, you dodgin’ confrontation, Say my name, coward—this here’s detonation. My presence is epic, my rhymes are the blade, Same bitch, different name, nothing to speak of in the rap fame game. Accolades? You dream of 'em nightly, I ghostwrite your downfall, pen movin' brightly. You been down from day one? That’s a confession— I’m just the sentence that gives it direction. [Outro] No revival, no rebuttal—this is burial ground, Tried to play king, but you dropped the crown. All bark, no art, you evaporate in the sound, I spit facts and flames—*you* just flail and drown. You asked for a war? This the final citation, Spiz, you got served... lyrical annihilation.
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[Hook] You been down from day one? Then stay down, I lace rounds, dismantle ur lyrics, watch ur career breakdown. Talkin' missiles? I’m grammar-loaded with a spray sound, With my Gatling gun grammar—bitch, you gonna stay down. All Preachy and capped up now, Your insecurities got u lost on the map now! [Verse 1] Chat room trash-talker, echo of the lame, You point at the sewage, but you soak in the same. Glass house preacher, stone-throwin' lame, You swim in hypocrisy, I bring flame. Braggin’ on dope? My lines are the narcotic, You high off delusion, I'm cold and methodic. Ring your bell like Ready-Rock, knock you out like Fetty Wap, Call 'em wannabes, yet you crave the same spot. You bought this—the whole process, Slumped from my bars—Narcan can't stop this. "Asthma attack" lines? Bro, that’s cartoon logic, Biggie used it in a line—you just sounded neurotic. Talent vacuum, your pen game’s flatline, Delivery? Horrible—sounds worse every time. While I strike surgical, tighten the scheme, You sound like a whisper tryina shout in a dream. [Hook] You been down from day one? Then stay down, I lace rounds, dismantle ur lyrics, watch ur career breakdown. Talkin' missiles? I’m grammar-loaded with a spray sound, With my Gatling gun grammar—bitch, you gonna stay down. All Preachy and capped up now, Your insecurities got u lost on the map now! [Verse 2] "Missiles inbound"? Bro, I eat threats for lunch, My syntax is apex—your lines barely punch. You bring destruction? I architect precision, Gatling gun grammar got surgical vision. You claim sagacity? Cute… that’s comedy gold, IQ so low, it chills in a wine cellar cold. Call it room temp? Nah, that’s disrespectful— Even Celsius blushed when it heard you’re intellectual. All preachy, you dodgin’ confrontation, Say my name, coward—this here’s detonation. My presence is epic, my rhymes are the blade, Same bitch, different name, nothing to speak of in the rap fame game. Accolades? You dream of 'em nightly, I ghostwrite your downfall, pen movin' brightly. You been down from day one? That’s a confession— I’m just the sentence that gives it direction. [Outro] No revival, no rebuttal—this is burial ground, Tried to play king, but you dropped the crown. All bark, no art, you evaporate in the sound, I spit facts and flames—*you* just flail and drown. You asked for a war? This the final citation, Spiz, you got served... lyrical annihilation.
Nice lyrical game
Cool Punk Rock Song. 🤣
did I say battle haha
SPIZtheWHIZ-sent me a link - @someonetakesthistooseriously. So, I posted that for him. DON'T EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN, SPIZ, & Think I won't keep my word and embarrass u IN FRONT OF ALL OF RAP FAME! I THREW that together in a out 40mins to an hour after hearing ur material. I PROMISE YOU 🙏 THERE IS SO MUCH MORE! EXIT RAMP====>>> THAT WAY. While you still can.
you got served was a good movie Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯
that was just something I threw together real quick, man took me maybe by what.... an hour or so.
Respect 🤜🤛
Respect 🤜🤛
BLESSED 🙏
Respect 🤜🤛 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯
Let’s GOOO 🍿 Yooo 😱 Cute 🧸 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯