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Kalligrapee 3 1/2
- Ay, say word
- It was short notice
- KKKK, yuh
- You see it take brothers days
- They crave a comfort lane, uh
- And some fucking waves
- Slackers be chatty bout facts that pass by reactions
- Get all tangled and coded in they captions
- Invaded your Discord 3 times, y’all bitches are gay
- “I love Kunta” with a zesty pic of your face
- Nobody is giving you praise
- Geeks got they fingers in every phase
- Goons won’t even glance at the shitty brigade
- Won’t you have your squad go fetch that?
- Grab some of them sleek toys and reclaim what we left back
- Your issue is you never made no splash
- Criss cross and side talk won’t change how you made last
- I sense that brother shook
- He never dip from Heaven cause he done wrote the book
- Man, are you deranged?
- What’s the use of knowing how to lock and aim
- If the ones you finna spark look aligned by their names?
- That ain’t fire, that’s entirely lame
- This ain't no virtual stage
- That’s why I tag you as a certified fake
- And the contrast is
- I was in class thinking that was dope, you was dreaming bout dodging quizzes
- Looking at your discography, I can tell you ducked the physics
- I laced it on my debut and delivered to the critics
- And I ain’t even stream that sub attempt
- I just tapped in for your clips
- I ain’t even stress when you dubbed me a snitch
- I was like, “Look at Kalli, being a bitch”
- Peep how they framed him, peep what they gave him
- Peep all the alley oops, bruh, without Jeezy’s favor
- You wouldn’t breathe, if it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for
- If it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for, I got a dozen more
- Nobody thinks that you’re Jay, nobody thinks that you’re Esco
- That’s the cheat, they don’t gotta think if they already ghetto
- Your story’s wicked and your scroll too, miss me with the nonsense
- But you would blast a dude’s kid while he snacking on Funyuns
- I wish they kept chilling, and honestly ditched you
- And all your over analytical fake scenarios
- Never crossed paths with you, kept my space, showed some care for you
- But from your tone, I been unsure where are you
- And this just one of the parallels
- I ain't tryna scold, but it felt like you was missing your carousel
- You was flinging more than shade, I was like "Bro’s on a different chemical"
- I legit had to censor you
- I don’t know what kale based Motor City holistic regimen infected you
- To really believe our stats match or that you’re on the pedestal
- Like we’re the type of group that you could speak super disrespectful to
- You cried about pee and we all called it comedy
- But I’m thinking like “Why won’t this lame dude fix up his property?”
- You got no followers, no pull to bring em all out
- You stroll with the stride, we seen you pace all through your compound
- But me and Nick just nerds cause you bring that burn?
- Like I ain’t hit the armory and left tools spread out on the firm
- Your hotline on mental peace, I think that’s grown biz
- But you the last one that should be answering phones, kid
- You spit your bars just to soak inside
- I show em they gotta pass through your gates just to find my side
- A sort of formation that defines your station
- So you don’t gotta get super exposed on your LPs
- And you need bigger rappers to prop up your LP
- You rang Gen, he ain’t chase you
- But no shade, I take it as fate too
- They said to show a little poise
- Don’t always go shoving real facts in their voice
- Now that I ponder it, it’s kind of mixed logic
- If someone asks for the piece, why stash it inside the closet?
- If you ran things, we’d crash within minutes
- How you gon read if your crew don’t know your business?
- I learned that in the jungle, sweeping up litter
- Cleaning my district while you jawing bout socking on hitters
- That’s trash, salute rap
- Forget these Red Bull sipping, half assed flip floppers
- Preaching today, then posting up with shot callers
- One toe dipped, the other be tryna holla
- Tough guys who flip when a kid trolls em back
- And got the gall to ask MCs to bring the craft back
- Facts!
- Yo, yo, I ain’t through, partner
- Peep this wave now, peep, yo
- In five ticks he flipped it, if he knew how to spit it
- He could’ve leased the sky for a couple minutes
- And wrapped what had to get wrapped by the next few lyrics
- All these bonus chapters might read like scholar
- But my takeaway’s junior
- Your writing style got the scent of a costume
- And the heart of some tempos of the homie you bond to
- I ain’t gotta voice it to voice it
- Can’t even knock it, dude’s one of my choices
- Scratch that, I’m on my plateau
- All frozen, talk like the throne from Caladan
- Goals platinum, and outside I’m lamping
- Clearly, if you rapped average, you wouldn’t even glance in
- This dude think he Alexa, replies to your tensions
- But what’s Alexa to Bezos? A pod to a Benson?
- I uplift my people’s science
- What’s a being to a classified briefing? I see your homie tryna hype it
- That’s what he better do
- And anybody that’s right beside you
- Supposed to boost, move you through
- And center your loud self cause they ain’t hand you no review
- You picked mayhem
- Instead of calling your friends, tryna showboat for your friends
- Come and spar with us then
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