Tewsly's Notes
I actually wrote this shit 4 A.M this was after he dropped his first diss. I didn’t want to use it because I thought this shit was ass.
It's 4 a.m., Verse 1 think he can spit,
But his weak ass rhymes just don't hit,
Tries to diss everyone, can't even commit,
Stealing lines like a thirsty ass hypocrite.
Bitch tryna act hard, tryna make a scene,
But he's just a bitch on a fake rap dream,
No real bars, just empty ass schemes,
Trying too hard, it's so motherfuckin’ obscene.
Stay in your lane, keep quiet, just chill,
You're just a wannabe, ain't got no skill,
I'm the real deal, I got the fuckin' will,
Verse 1 better $#!% down, take the red pill.
I'm the king of the night, I own this shit,
Verse 1's words ain't worth a fuckin' spit,
Don't mess with me, don't throw a fit,
4 a.m. in the morning, I'm the fuckin' wit.
4 in the mornin', I'm up, ain't yawnin', ready to dish out da diss,
Name's Tewsly, bringin' fuckin' heat, ain't nobody gon' diss this miss.
Stop with the additions, keep it one hundred, ain't about to share my crown,
Dissin' one person, straight savage, watch as their reputation drown.
I'm on fire, spittin' flames, you can't touch this flow,
Bars hittin' hard, like a Tyson blow, feel the death row.
No chill, no mercy, I'm the ruler of this scene,
A king in da game, killin' it, makin' haters scream.
Savage with the rhymes, ain't holdin' back, let my lyrics attack,
4 a.m. vibes, ain't no time for weaklings, only stacks on stacks.
My name be buzzin', in these streets, like a Jay-Z verse,
Dissin' at dawn, I'm the realest, watch me immerse.
No room for fakes, only true players allowed, ain't no room for confusion,
Legendary status, makin' history, my rhymes causin' a revolution.
4 a.m. in the mornin', the perfect time to strike and ignite,
On top of the game, can't be faded, my rhymes in da spotlight.
3 in da mornin', you still fuckin' z's,
While I'm spittin' flames, makin' hits with ease,
Cuttin' through the beat like a fuckin' katana,
My verses lethal, your shit whack, ain't no comma.
Talkin' 'bout 4 a.m in the mornin', boy please,
Your music so fucking weak, can't handle the squeeze,
You ain't in this game, can't taste da pain,
I'm on top, you can't even sustain.
You barkin' loud, but lackin' bite,
I spit real shit, while you take a flight,
Being real is a vibe that you can't afford,
Cuz you frontin', fakin', can't even afford
Yo, it's 4 A-M, ain't no time for sleep,
My flow sharper than a blade, cuts deep,
In the quiet hours, I run these streets,
Fuck with me, you'll be meetin' defeat.
Got my mind sharp like a razor blade,
Bars so sick, they should be quarantined,
In the darkness, I shine like a grenade,
Explosive rhymes, leaving heads in disbelief.
I'm a night owl, thriving when it's dark,
Bars so hot, leave you with a scar,
Skill level higher than a fuckin' spark,
Rap game on lock, call me the czar.
4 A-M is when I come alive,
Spit flames hotter than July,
No need to hide, I'll take your pride,
In this rap game, I ain't gonna abide.
In the still of the night, I reign supreme,
King of the mic, livin' the dream,
Got haters shook, feelin' extreme,
At 4 A-M, I'm a rap machine.
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Tewsly
Member since March 15 2022