DISS TRACK 4. GenX

 

Density ain't the recipe for an ending.

Your rhymes have no structure.

I construct double pumps. With endless slugs.

You construct raps with the best punctuation.

Like you just pumped at service station.

I see your nervous and generating. False hope.

Aye I. See A.I. I'm surprised your group don't see your lies.

Your a phony, your a fraud. Probably the type to phone a homie.

For a 32 bar. Continuous scheme. Your nonsense.

Look at your responses. Your rotten.

You aren't rap. You've got no bars.

Your a fake facade. Don't make me rap around you like Jihad.

Talking A plus. B minus.

C I kill minors. with pliers typewriters tire irons/ion.

That's all your substance is.

You aren't punching. Just a class act in nothing.

I do what you can't do. I see thru you.

How do you crew even trust you.

Your desperate. You don't deserve no credit.

You deserve an exit. Take the loss before I draw all the weapons.

It's a warning shot. Coz when I'm brainstorming. I form a change

I'll inform the morgue that your beds been made.