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Reflection (aryeh diss)
- Pass few days I’ve been looking my work
- Asking myself did this man do his research?
- Did a doctor feed you herbs that infected you
- To stoop so low to think I’m somehow less than you
- Cuz I’m seeing false hope in the bars you’ve wrote
- Coping with the moment you were cut cold
- All this filler lyrics come across as writing faster
- But people examine it, nothing comes across as master
- It’s plaster on a wall, forgotten and dried
- That’s why after your first diss to me and tape, your other work barely survived
- Its fascinating to see before my very eyes
- To see a man so institutionalized in his mind
- By a guy named Kalligraphy who just commits himself to rhymes
- And ARYEH makes it easy to vomit all over on what he writes
- But at night when he tucks himself in really tight
- He knows he overworked and nothing came airtight
- I mean not a bar that I can remember from your diss called ?
- I can’t even remember what those messes were called
- But if you need some refreshing I think it didn’t deserve an applause
- It was ‘freshing to see ARYEH spiral and fall
- A bar after one with no sense that I can recall
- Just keep behind the bars as I lock you in cell
- Incarcerated for abusing yourself and tryna look to prevail
- Now you’re in with Hopsins and NF at the corny jail
- Just shut up and write entendres that we can’t tell
- That’s what I do and most you fools can’t think through
- I’m jumping through loopholes and stepping over crews
- Knocking out: (insert who) names hard to remember
- Not a man from your pews will make it to September
- And if they do it’s cuz they’re on machines to monitor
- Their heart and everyday their seeing thermometers
- To see how hot they are but the results show low
- Your own cells see us grow as you lay down slow
- Entering the gates of hell locked from the love below
- An absence of actually appeasing the appetite
- You’re a sodomite caught in the teasing light
- With ebonites from a weaker flight to see a fight
- Between me and you but the money they spent isn’t worth
- Just for a first round KO, the fans leave the show
- Knowing I was acting all along while you played your hardest bro
- Come on, you ain’t even seen half the show
- One day you’ll see the beast emerge and reap what you sow
- Feasting on your own, eating your own skin
- Begging for change or features to speak in
- Cuz these men you peeing with and seeing this
- And ARYEH you got bars but it’s every solar eclipse
- They say 2 legends can coexist
- But I see myself and you and realize that statement is shit
- And ARYEH won’t even read this section
- But if he does I need to teach him a lesson
- Father to son, I guess I’m regressing
- But back to the testing, ARYEH who you questioning
- Asking yourself is another diss affecting
- Or is it just another salad missing it’s dressing
- Plain and simple, easy to cut through like meshing
- Your pain is laying on your brain like “hold that thought”
- Control your art and stop thinking you got the shot
- And I hope you understand what I’m about to say
- That not every diss needs a response so hearsay
- Hypothesis: you’ll respond within in a day
- Another mediocre message to the fans you’ve let astray
- Into thinking you're great but you’re recycled ashtray
- And if you don’t, just know that I’m still in control
- I don’t need a sample of a line to make holes
- No need for a beat, acapella sniffs your nose
- This game is for the greats, the true ones remains
- Popularity is just how much you wanna remain
- Not caring what they say and staying truth to your name
- Is more respectable in the eyes of the poets and flames
- Polarizing your soul is gonna get you in some slop
- So the ladder you see bringing you to the top
- Is the first floor, I’m above the world and the cots
- Above the clouds and the your thoughts
- Above the stars and your thots
- Above the bed that I rock, the graves I’ve made
- Above the clouds that make rain
- Above the gangs that think they’re stars
- I ain’t even receive a scar
- So leave it at this or will you continue war
- To prove my point that your thirsty for more bars
- But you got no liquor left in the stores
- So you selling water to customers then walk out the door
- I’m selling TVs to screens and selling grounds to floors
- Just happens when your a hustler not fiddling with chores
- Not scribbling words that lack meaning anymore
- You’re where I was mentally when I was four
- So look at the source, I'm the king of the fourth
- The third and second, reigning from the 1st
- You’re still just watching me ball, Glenn Cosner
- And I’m looking at my notes, you’re not on the roster
- Not on a radar, not lyricist who respects you
- And if they do, screw them too, their bastards like me
- Cuz ain’t nobody gonna son me unless it’s Bun B
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