Heatwave (Justiceproctor Diss)
• Written by Nick_Shady • Featuring Justiceproctor
Nick_Shady's Notes
You know the deal. Recording and MV dropping soon. Just know that me and JP talked it out behind the scenes and this is just friendly competition.
//Verse (0:22)
JP tryna warm up, well, I'ma bring the heat wave
This real shit, you know I never need a deep fake
Rap be my bread and butter, makin' cheddar like cheesecake
I got it and I ate it, too, play me for a fool, replay
The last few lines and tell me I ain't H-A-M
Got a few battery charges, that's why I'm A-A-N
Wait, shit, I wrote it backwards, I meant N double A
I can use the same line repeatedly in an excellent way
And you bop your heads, man, you don't want the smoke
I'm toying with you, 'Proc, like Gen with Kwon-is-dope
On that track Smoke, and you don't wanna get roped
Into shit with me 'cause I'm fine with murdering a goat
Nineteen gettin' outrapped by someone three quarts your age
I'm still schooling you through summer break
Four rounds from a twelve gauge, unload in your face
The eight in-betweem is from when I ate you without debate
Now, hush, quiet, sit down, be humble
Little bitch, squabble up, we can rumble
Any time you want, in the street or the ring
Either way I'll lay you down for the ten and the ding ding ding
I'm a loud mouth, but sometimes, I like to whisper
When I clown on you hard enough to make you bitter
My shit fire enough to melt the fucking winter
Justice's shit makes goddamn Johnny Storm shiver
You should get a firm grip on that noose, you'll need it
For when I write better than your best and you read it
Then I make a music video on MTV and you see it
Then I bring the house down with my raps 'til you flee it
Then you listen back to your shit, your ears bleedin'
Telling yourself that you won when we was beefin'
And then every night, when you're sleepin' and dreamin'
You see me creepin', you wake up kicking and screamin', sweat so cold that it's freezin'
You're beaten, two girls one cup's your songs
I drop enough fire, to pick it up, you need tongs
My shit's raw, your shit's undercooked
Shows underbooked, no wonder you're overlooked
And so fucking misunderstood, 'cause nobody really cares
I'm scolding hot, you ain't even medium rare
You ain't even on the scale, you don't fucking compare
Won't fight 'cause you don't got the balls, grow a pair
Fuck the beat, it goes quiet, I go louder
I'm off the chain like it's wifi with a broken router
Wash you out the game, you bad taste, call me a downer
'Cause I can make a believer out my biggest doubter
I don't even need these last four bars
Ain't no skygazin' but I'll leave you seeing stars
You're hungry for this win, but homie, you're boutta starve
When I carve out your stomach and throw it in a marsh
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