WarCry

WAR CRY VERSE 1: Is this a battle… or a war cry? You got me rollin’ down like water drops slidin’ from yo eyes. Easy win for me — take a listen with your throat, Three Stooges energy: you Harry, Larry, and Moe. You sendin’ me apologies after you called me a hoe? Nah — swallow your pride like I do with kids, ’cause f ’em, foe. Make up your mind, shallow — you fold under heat, A sorry excuse for a man could never compete. Next time you wanna battle, Step up, come direct — ’Cause the only thing you good at Is dissin’ incorrect. So if you really want smoke, Go ahead — make your wishes… But if not? Pick up that sponge — And go do the dishes. HOOK Is this a battle or a war cry? You talk tough but your tears don’t lie. You want smoke? Boy, don’t even try — ’Cause you break down quicker than the water in your eyes. VERSE 2: You be barkin’ in them messages, but crumble in my presence, Actin’ hard behind a screen — in person, boy, you delicate. Tryna flex with empty pockets, tryna talk like you a threat, But your ego overdrafted — all your confidence in debt. You confused about the levels, I’m the one you shouldn’t test, I’m the pressure in your chest, I’m the truth you can’t digest. Every bar I drop on you feel like karma on your neck, You ain’t fightin’ — you just foldin’, tryna offer up regret. You only ready for a war cry, you barely ready for a chat, I’m a storm you can’t outrun, I’m a mirror showin’ facts. So next time? Come correct, or keep hidin’ in them glitches — You ain’t built for diss tracks — You built for doin’ dishes.