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Diss the Defiers
- Ay, look
- I'm a dissenter, sparking tremors from the tremens
- Tell the opps, throwing shots at Gen, poor upper level remembrance
- Your pride grid’s so brittle I could slice it with a spork
- Soundin’ like they got they mitts on a Baby’s First Word Report
- A tape and a bootleg SP 404
- Tapping all them shiny pads, got a weak score
- Forget em, I’d rather spit raw unfiltered
- Rather be check to check but with real ones who feel it
- Not a king on, a clerk, a jester, I could go on
- Look it up, “X Factor got schooled” ain’t lit up in neon
- That buzz circuit, y’all in it by default
- Take away your clique of purists, you ain't got no vault
- No rack for playlists, no fifty K for fake exposure
- No backend deals pushing obsolete rap folders
- A gimmick plan, yeah, they’re saying I dissed Solo
- But that was a year back, you’d be claiming hype like you co wrote for FloJo
- And once your pride fades and the checks stop rolling
- You’ll be flatter than when Jeezy left you begging Key for consoling
- I leave you stunned, like your machismo got revoked
- I’ll be tipping cones from you while you mop my booth in a cloak
- One dude claimed this was Canibus vs. LL though
- That’s a sitcom take, I’d fry all y’all like Eggos
- Heard you had to fast all your roster just to feed your pride
- Stomping through Chiraq looking for me with your leg stuck inside
- Heard you rate em but hate cassette loops
- My Masta is cool, and your masters all sound like soup
- Hiding beneath that blog speak jargon
- Never drop a real project cause your peers might star in
- Cool, I heard you planning vengeance, tryna rally up some henchmen
- Only scraps you ever witnessed was from flicks on Netflix extensions
- You tryna pose like a thinker but you slipping
- I evolve, while you revolve around bitch shit
- I'm a rapper, you a trend hopping weak biter
- Had an art fair with toddlers, chose the corniest team flyer
- Chose the wrong lyricist to shade low key with sneak gestures
- You flame us while hidden on Discord, we flame you publicly with each record
- For the archive, I peep the grime you emerged from
- First you mimic Wealth, then you call him buns
- One phrase, gassed up on stage, collapse, embarrassing
- Time to shelve the mic and go invest in Claritin
- Saying CLK is DIY just waters down the mission
- True spitters grind hard without a sponsor decision
- Underground, but it built off of X, not K energy
- Mad cause your name ain't ringing, the fault’s your weak identity
- But a few got suckered in, they ain’t know no clearer
- That you a pimp, just chasing that mirror
- Yo, what's a rap champ who can’t improvise a rhyme?
- All these foes in bars, so come test me, alright
- I’m from Chiraq, you called folks out on a whim
- But when they stepped for the smoke, you dipped out again
- You don’t want that heat, you’d rather scrap, you’re smaller
- Cool, you got it, we’ll measure who the bigger corn baller
- Oh you win, round two, clap it up with the shitty
- Heard you hate white spitters, funny, you rockin’ Crispy
- You rap like country stars, as tough like eyelash glue
- If you that good, talk about something beyond you
- Pop divas facing real hip hop, you should be beefing with Ice Spice
- Y’all tried to record, y’all need backup singers to sound right live
- They say you original, but let’s walk through this tunnel
- You built your whole cadences off Golden and Corrupt bro
- Spread chatter about us til the conversation’s dry
- Heard you dropping another instrumental, featuring forks and chai
- The carrot top puppet, scratch off at a rash convention
- Heard you pull dates by saying you got a different gender section
- Wanting signatures, but your server’s full of barbiturates
- The evolution won’t be streamed while your fanbase flips
- I’d lend you a hand, but this finger got more to say
- This beef won’t resolve, even Crispy would look away
- News blog martyr, come with your notes
- You should Skittle slide back under your stagecoach
- PSA: hungry rappers should come to X
- Your off the dome is suspect, the rest sound pieced in like presets
- These tone splitters flip when I check em
- And your so called freestyles? All tracklisted on your album
- Flexing your circle just to keep us from venues
- But you fronting hard, you’d fold one on one with no menus
- We gon battle, so go write your bars
- I’ll still show up and leave you seeing stars
- Big headed, overblown, hope you like this scripture
- Lookin’ forward to your reply, sincerely: Sigma
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