@k-dubb
• Written by IGNIS8
//you're a funny guy...
Alright let me make some shit glass clear:
Man, you really thought “resign” was a threat?
That’s cute — I’m still writin’ while my noodles ain’t cooked yet.
Localized gigs? Bruh, that’s the blood in our veins,
We shut down alleys, block parties, and domes with our name.
1136 rep, thirty-six deep ridin’ with the crew,
You? 191 and six — man, who’s followin’ you?
That’s not a legacy, that’s a lost group chat,
Half your fanbase prolly muted you and never came back.
Five tongues ready, and I’m loadin’ ‘em in,
한 방에 널 끝내 (han bang-e neol kkeutnae) — (end you in one strike,) let’s begin.
Tôi đốt mic này như ngọn lửa (toi dot mic nay nhu ngon lua) — (I burn this mic like a flame,)
Your whole style’s paper-thin, I just watch it go up in shame.
Localized? Yeah — but we’re stackin’ bigger stages,
You’re still beggin’ the host for an extra two pages.
We tour where the streets never sleep,
You rhyme in a spot where the DJ’s sound system beeps.
お前は小さい魚だ (omae wa chiisai sakana da) — (you’re a small fish,)
We’re the sharks in the deep, grantin’ every kill wish.
นี่คือเกมของเรา (ni khu o kem khong rao) — (this is our game,)
You just try to keep up but can’t even say our name.
System override? We are the crash log, fool,
We rewrite your code and use it as a footstool.
Coraline’s eyes? Nah, we sew crowns to our head,
You sew excuses together when your punchlines are dead.
We ain’t “socializin’,” this ain’t a friendly DM,
We’re handin’ out nightmares, you’re dreamin’ of bein’ them.
Our hooks get chanted in cities you can’t spell,
Your bars get lost in translation, guess they don’t sell.
So keep throwin’ that shade from your basement light,
We’re still kings and queens — and we own the night.
You? Just a footnote on a track that won’t spin,
IGNIS8 — global flames — we were born to win
//Y'know...we could just let you go through the trouble of Google Translating our words, but unlike someone who this diss is targeted to, we have a heart. Made your life easier. Your welcome.
