Syrup Brothers (Corrupt and Stra...

He’s back, bitches

Fuck Corrupt and Strain, yeah

 

Two motherfuckers chillin’ in a snowbank, and their bars sound cold but they just so blank

Corrupt think he got that deep tank, but he rap like he journaling his mood rank

(How you feelin' Strain?)

What you know about ice when it don't even break? What you know about drips when it come from a lake?

Y’all rap so nice, like a Timbit plate, tryna spit heat, but it's frost you make

People talkin’ bout rhymes in the snow? Y’all rhyme like a moose on the goddamn road

(“S-s-sorry bro…”)

This ain’t art, it’s apology season, say "pardon me" while your shit is freezin’

Strain of what? Y’all straining for a reason, you got one fan and it’s blowin’ out treason

You gon’ call that heat? That’s treetop sap, I pour bars on beats while y’all nap

From Toronto to Nunavut, still sound flat, tryna bite my flow like a frostbit snack

I been feelin' like a yeti in a parka, Corrupt rap sad like a wintertime marker

Strain so lost he record in igloo silence, claim he raw but it’s strictly mildness

What you know about syrup in the motion? Two Canucks cappin' with no devotion

Bars so stale like a snowed in ocean, talk real deep but y’all just coastin’

Talk that ice like y’all built from the tundra, but your wordplay light like brunch in Humber

Corrupt got quotes like a mom’s screensaver, Strain throw shade but it’s soft like vapor

You write “bars” like it’s winter poetry slam, flow so stiff, like you rappin’ with a hand cramp

And I'm floatin’ in the Arctic wind, turning Frostbite verses into spring again

Tryna flex in a parka, still sound light, Corrupt spill “truth” like a fridge magnet insight

“Yo, I see pain in the foggy sky” Nah bro, that’s just vape in your mommy’s ride

Claim y’all raw but your beats all shy, tryna be wolves but it’s “meow” when it’s time

Y’all from the land of “please” and “thanks” but act like y’all bleed in poetic planks

Strain of what? Just strained and guessin,’ you know there’s no real confession

“Sadboi chic” ain't a learned lesson, you TikTok tears through a therapist session

Corrupt got lines like a faux philosopher, name sounds tough, but he’s lavender

Talk revolution but sippin’ a cider, drip so light like a snowbird diver

He say, “I'm calm,” but he ban on sight, he mod like a cop who just banned for likes

Strain got banned on his own server charter, power hungry mod with a snowball armor

Strain power trippin’, hand on the button, kick you out for a pun, no warnin’ or somethin’

Ban list long like a scroll on summon, but his shit sounds like it’s built from nothin’