Coaliton

aight…

whole squad weak, thats a fraction of me

they bond over Ls, call that chemistry

talk numbers? bitch, its subtraction easily

yall linked like a chain, broken links, ironically

 

first clown, writes but his penmanships tragic

second fool, stickers where the realness lackin'

third bitch, leads but the followers plastic

40 deep? crowd dont mean impact, just panic

 

yall admire from the sidelines like groupies in heat

queens with no throne, just a seat in the cheap

buddies bonded by the stench of defeat

I divide yall alliance, remainder is weak

 

they plot in the shadows but light dont hide

form like a team but the IQ divide

leader? bitch, followers multiplied

but zero times forty still zero inside

 

coalition of crows, no eagles in sight

flocks dont mean power when the wings aint right

yall united by hate, im united by might

now watch how the weak crumble overnight

 

first dude, artsy but his craft is dogshit

second, tapeworm suckin' life from the top bitch

third, king of a cult full of lost kids

queen? more like mud where the throne should sit

 

yall team up like rats in a sinkin' ship

bond over failure, thats a partnership

I dissect yall union with surgical wit

now pray that I miss cause aim dont quit

 

parasites cluster when the host is strong

but burn the nest and the bugs are gone

yall built on hate, thats a faulty foundation

im quicksand, watch the sinkin' sensation

 

alliance of nobodies, history repeats

hate is the glue but the bond is cheap

coalition? nah, funeral suite

rest in pieces, yall aint unique

 

first bitch, fancy strokes but the canvas is piss

a human eraser, only relevant when he missed

second rat, peel back the tape, find a snitch

admire from the shadows? boy, you a glitch in the system

third joke, lead of the lost, 40 deep? more like 40 costs

your queen? a mannequin, posed but frozen in frost

yall huddle for warmth cause the truth is too cold

I expose the weak links, now the chains unrolled

 

yall pray in a circle, but God aint listenin'

hate is the fuel, but the engine is sputterin'

I split the alliance like cells in prison

now watch how the loyalty twists when it’s brittle and bitch-made

 

I atomize groups like science experiments

leader? bitch, you guide lemmings off a cliff with no difference

yall bond over hate like twins in the womb

I separate siblings with a scalpel, womb tomb boom

 

coalition of clowns, circus got canceled

tightrope walkers with no balance, now they dangle in the gallows

yall unit like trash in a landfill compact

I light the match, melt the plastic into ashes and laugh

 

I bury squads in mass graves, no headstones, just unmarked dirt

40 names in a blender, pulp the crew, no mercy, just hurt

queen? bitch, check the chessboard, your king got dethroned by a pawn

now lick the blood off the tile where your dynasty gone

 

first fool, script so weak, it cries when the ink dries

second scrub, tape worm in a book of lies

third bitch, cult leader with nothin' to preach

 

third fraud, leads but his voice just echoes

40 sheep and the shepherd special needs

queen? bitch, thats a participation trophy

I expose cults, call this rap scientology

 

yall huddle like lepers afraid of the light

bonded by fear, separated by might

I split cells, call this verse chemotherapy

yall union just proof of weakness to me

 

yall huddle up like scared-ass kids

alliance built on envy and sloppy bids

I walk in, now the room get tense

one verse and your bond gets bent

 

you united? good, die together

weak minds flock like bad weather

leader? bitch, you just a herder

followers bleating, none heard ya

 

first dude, craft so frail

stroke a page, but the talent fail

second rat, tape wont stick

peel you off, leave your career sick

third fraud, cult of nobodies

40 deep, still nobodys somebody

some bitches just a peasant

crowns plastic, thrones a present

 

yall team up like ants on sugar

gut fire come, now you running bruh

I split yall like bible verses

judas vibes, one of you's a snitch first

 

first bum, writes but his script got cancer

fancy with words but the meaning dont answer

stroke of a pen? more like stroke of a loser

art so weak, it needs life support and suction

 

second joke, tape dont stick where the real at

peel back his bark, find a worm in the trunk fat

admirer of who? bitch, you glue to the has-beens

sticky with Ls, thats a habit, just panic

 

third fraud, lead of a cult full of zombies

forty deep? forty bodies with no souls in em

queen of what? a throne made of cardboard and spit

crown so fake, even plastic wont fit

 

yall huddle like roaches when the light come on

scurry when exposed, thats a weak fuckin' bond

I light the match, watch the whole colony run

sizzle like bacon, yall breakfast, im lunch

 

the "artist" with no canvas

scribblin' nonsense, call it abstract cancer

stroke of luck? Nah, stroke of tragic

dude draws Ls like its habitual practice

your craft is childs play, kindergarten shattered

erasers out, but the mistakes still matter

you admire from afar like a fan with no passion

but praise from bums aint validation, just cappin'

 

the "tape" that dont stick

peels off when the pressure hits

adhesive weak, just like your clique

bond over nothin', broke chemistry

you measure dick size with a ruler of lies

stick to group hugs cause solo, you die

pale like piss-stained pride

drip fake confidence, drown in the tide

 

the "king" of lost souls

crown made of foil, throne made of holes

Four Zero followers, zero control

you the mascot of low

she reigns over dirt

loyalty bought, respect undeserved

X marks the spot where your career curves

downward spiral,,no chase, just nerve

 

oh shit.

you hear that?

thats the sound of weak men forming a fucking prayer circle

aint no war here, just a cleanup in progress

yall linked up like a human centipede of irrelevance

I dont fight groups, I exterminate infestations

lets begin

 

 

yalls handwriting so trash it looks like seizure strokes

"artistic" but the canvas screams "help me" in braille

peel back his tape, find a barcode for irrelevance

sticky fingers but he cant grip the game, slip into obscurity

man leads a cult where the initiation is lobotomy

forty sheep and not one with a spine or original thought

 

Les gens forment des coalitions

Pour combattre le numéro un…

Mais quand le numéro un, c’est moi?

La coalition, elle est déjà finie.