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Nine Minutes Notice (Bronson Diss)

  1. Bronson? The fuck kinda baby name flex is that?
  2. Soundin' like a sitcom bitch who never learned to rap.
  3. You came in runnin’ your mouth with that undertaker act—
  4. Too bad we bury motherfuckers like you for fun, in fact.
  5.  
  6. Dropped two disses, already barkin' with bold ambition?
  7. Came at GenX and Ignis? Fatal ass decision.
  8. I clocked your diss in nine minutes—perfect precision,
  9. Quick scan, mapped the flaw in your whole transmission.
  10.  
  11. You said “peacemaker”? I’ll turn your peace to fuckin’ pieces.
  12. You said “mac truck”? I’m breakin’ axles and leavin’ creases.
  13. You said “hip hop’s undertaker”? Damn, cute thesis—
  14. But I'm the one draggin’ your coffin across four fuckin’ seasons.
  15.  
  16. Sayin’ “three coops flew”—the fuck you even sayin’?
  17. Your bars got the structure of a seizure in a basement.
  18. You babble like a crackhead scribblin’ incantations—
  19. We spit facts, you spit tired ass fabrications.
  20.  
  21. This is war, not recess. You stepped to vets with a weak chest.
  22. GenX been the beast here—your ass is just a pretest.
  23. You're shakin’ the cage, now the dogs off the leash—yes,
  24. I'm that X Factor savage with a grudge and a heat check.
  25.  
  26. You rhyme “fuck” with “truck”? Bitch, how original.
  27. You sound like a glitchin’ AI spittin’ subliminal.
  28. This crew’s biblical—ask Slim3 how that pinnacle
  29. Feels when you’re crushed under syllables. Fuckin’ pitiful.
  30.  
  31. We don’t need twelve dudes to break your spine,
  32. I’ll end this shit solo—leave nothin’ behind.
  33. You’re the type to hit post and pray for a cosign,
  34. But you aimed up wrong. Now welcome to war time.
  35.  
  36. Bronson, you ain't even out the tutorial screen,
  37. While GenX's droppin’ 40% rhyme schemes clean.
  38. So I’ll say this calm—before I go full machine—
  39. You’ve got a few days to back out before I intervene.
  40.  
  41. You ain't a problem, you're a warm up, a tune up dummy,
  42. I’ve had tougher battles with my shadow when it’s sunny,
  43. So if you think you’re the threat, it’s honestly funny—
  44. Why talk shit when you could've shown some love, dummy?
  45.  
  46. But don’t even think about talkin’ shit to my name,
  47. Or the crew you fucked with, we’ll bring you endless pain.
  48. Cross that line, it’s blood—no mercy, no game,
  49. X Factor ain’t a crew—it’s a fuckin’ flame.
  50.  
  51. Try to start shit with me? You better pray for grace,
  52. I’m the nightmare in your mirror you can’t erase.
  53. This 16 year old will put you in your place,
  54. Slow kill, venom spill—get ready for the chase.
  55.  
  56. So here’s the warning, loud and crystal clear—
  57. Keep your distance, Bronson, or fuckin' disappear.
  58. You got time left to bow out, try again to steer,
  59. Or get fucked up, because you've dragged us all here.
  60.  
  61. You could've used that “fire” to build, not burn,
  62. Now you’re on RapPad’s hitlist, waitin’ your turn.
  63. So here's the last thing I'll say you better fuckin’ learn:
  64. You stepped to X Factor—now bleed, bitch, no return.

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