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Man vs. Machine ft. G-LOCK (Diss Track To AI)
- //Intro (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Yeah bitches, we back
- //Verse 1 (WEALTHMASTA)//
- What’s with the kiddie punches, this ain’t no Waffle House, you ain’t Will Smith, this ain’t the Oscars crowd
- Fucked yo girl, told her walk it out, but you could say she’s a model now
- This is man vs. machine and this bot’s a clown, bitch you know I’m boutta chop you down
- Claiming you a surgeon, let’s run a knockabout, cause like anaesthesia Ima knock you out
- A client makes your shit lighter, not brightened, bitch maybe I can enlighten
- You, liftin’ off like a designer, spin back, you know I’m hidin’ the survivors
- Got snatched, you been trash with phrasing, slack with timing, your limp crap degrading
- You delivered it like an Amazon package, face it, you ain’t get claps on stages
- No trip to the tomb when I’m watchin,’ ain’t no cause to link with imposters
- Raise the stakes if you step to me, rest in peace, cause you know you’re a goner
- Own the turf all around, and we more vicious than Blade, we climbing the clouds, bitch
- I’m stackin’ them wins, tallying shit, you better prepare to be downed, prick
- Cause I had a better run, AI better run, you just frontin like you on that tough shit, you never won
- This worthless fuck keeps bluffin as if it can measure up, soon the test will come
- And you’re gonna be stuck in the fuckin’ mud, chump, just like everyone
- Who took it, lookin’ extra dumb, cause taking a W’s something yo ass has never done
- That’s why you call yourself vinegar, cause yo raps are pungent as shit
- Damn, maybe you should write an apology, like the NASA thruster, instead
- Bitch I got the bag, gon double my net, cash and run up a check
- You couldn’t de feet me if you whipped out an axe and cut off my leg
- Lemme check your card, even with yo mecha arms, you still can’t stretch no bars
- Claiming you know what ethics are, but I ain’t catch ya at no seminar
- Cause you’re your own worst enemy, like Kevin Hart, but we ain’t some shitty bots
- Ain’t made of metal parts, cause we boutta commit battery, but we ain’t getting charged
- //Verse 2 (G LOCK)//
- Sayin’ my shit’s mid, but there’s no equal rights, you still get destroyed by me.
- My aura’s got ya wantin’ to cry, but I fucked your mom, don’t come crying to Daddy.
- You think you fuckin’ sophisticated replacin’ “trophy” with “plaque”, thinkin’ you’re intelligent.
- Only intellect here is your intellectual disability, gotta act dumb just to remain relevant.
- Y’know, you’re wastin’ AI? Your stupidity alone settin’ off them heat waves.
- You tryin’ fuck wit’ me? I don’t even gotta stack them plates and I’m stronger, wishin’ you could piss on my grave.
- But your disses stay lukewarm, it’s summer so they feel like AC not fire.
- And I’m admired by all yo female family members, they deserve better than you, so I’m gonna electrocute you with your own wires.
- Say my shit’s on clearance sale, but at least my bars are worth something, bitch.
- Your relevance is just like middle schoolers playin’ hooky, you get ditched.
- I don’t have a medical degree, but when you hear my flame, you gonna need to get stitched.
- You are not tough, you ain’t intimidatin’, saw yo shit and didn’t even flinch.
- You say I’m sedated, yeah, I’m calm, unlike you as you’re bein’ burnt alive.
- How many slices of humble pie you need, every time you step to me, the W is mine.
- Everything you say about me ages like milk, mine ages like fine wine.
- You’re addicted and hyped on my superiority like it’s Coke, that’s your vice.
- You pretend to be the court, because if it ain’t all you, you’d be impeached.
- Mr. Glock says hi, you better wave back, ‘cause no, the fuck I do not come in peace.
- But you would be extremely lucky to come out of this battle in one piece.
- Like anime, your skill is fiction, we all know that shit’s make believe.
- You thought I’d get drowned, bitch? Yeah, it’s water that extinguishes your own fire.
- ‘Cause when it’s you and me fightin’, luck is something you need, dire.
- You could say you’re great, you’re godly, you have all the power, that’s one hell of a liar.
- But you’re dyin’ bitch, I injected my venom with me, yeah, call me a fuckin’ viper.
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