BlaqOwt He trynna run shit, Like it’s a marathon, Ain’t U from Boston? You shouldn’t play wit bombs, But I think he lost it, Like my respect for dawgs, Who Rep the squad a day before they dip, Now That’s a double cross. Bars hitchu harder then ya hit the sauce, Skip the Grade or 808, I want the man in charge, We used to say SYLA, like brothers up in arms, You was full of shit, now ain’t no wonder why he trying to start A movement, The truth is, you trynna make a wave, like, High tide, hive mind set inside the name, Go Sip ya mai tai’s, claiming you the illest on rapfame, But in real life, you can’t “send to hotfeed” in the rap game. I been through battles, Nd you been through jail, Your bars are see through, mine are by design to make you fail. Nd probably younger than ya soul, You should give up, your old, Hips too old to hop, Peep the flow, Nd see the liver spots. Oh you bold. Nah, he just bald Nd(balding) compensates wit spittin, My words are weapons, ain’t it? Nd you just ammunition. Mod ain’t ya boss, he like the supervision, Flew the coupe for dissin, like his British Curling Boot’s worth kissing. Nd I ain’t even pissed at, that night I responded, Gave you a chance to keep it facts, you pussyfoot around it, You couldn’t tell me it was bout collabs wit dex Nd clouded, so I followed suit, nd said one thing, only to turn around and, Do the other, cause mother fucker that’s what you did “Repping syla to the wire” now I see(ce) what you meant(ment), That shit was never set in stone, I’m Excalibur’esc, you using “z’s” instead of an s, you hacks axe caliber, bitch. Y’all wanna know how I know he know he ain’t a threat? I Clowned him in a verse, Nd all he gave me was a threat. Mister “I don’t gotta rhyme, the end of every line, I guess” Nominated, never made it, couldn’t runner up the best. Fuck a diss, this facts, Serum-less, you trash, Talking shit to T, but needed 808 to mix ya track? “Nominated” But not debated, I think I’d rather be as “shit” as T Than overrated. That mark of the beast line, sounds familiar, Mekhi Phifer, pied piper, shady did it first. Now when you write to me, I hope that it’s an iller verse, I’m nice tho, Nd since I picked the fight, I’ll let you pick your hearse. Fuck Loyalty to soil, ya soiled your loyalty, Claiming you the king of the craft, you fucking up royally, You Sure as shit ain’t the sultan of dick, that’s just annoying me. Synchronizing minds? Well that sure sounds like a cult to me. See ain’t no logic in fibs, The only Ideology SYLA has is ”Spit” Remaining true to hip hop, Nd always keep it a Ben. You was a Beast on the mic, now that app done gotchu chasing dragons #SYLA 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽 @moder_judge_en #hivemindz #truthserum #whodarealcultliter #sendthabomb #blaqowt #fuqcurling #featuredfecalmaterial #trey12