X FACKTOR (The Responses)
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
I’m not a lyricist apparently so no annotations needed!
Response to all.
Blvckshxxp representative.
Ay, X-Factor turn my fuckin lights down
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? The zest the X pressed
Upon my songs that were better than the rest
Leaving their chest out, loosen y’all’s bras you punk pest
I guess I shouldn’t have called myself the best
But they was so pressed it was funny to see them stress
And regress in every diss that is blatantly a mess
Yes, even these guys tryna seem like they the best
They got the numbers but the quality of songs slumber
So fun these bummers still think their somethin
All of yall speak and breathe for nothin
Ain’t nobody knows your name outside of your state
Outside of your estate, your a maggot hoping for a change
Cuz you know fame is really out of your range
So you take your lost pain on a teenagers age
Gen, an outcast of men, a gimmick with the pen
Tryna had behind a bunch of stuff, but even his own ******** hates his guts
Fuck
Ay Nick, tune my song right
You talking extraordinary like you’re the extradite
You’re nothing but Kalligraphy's extra smites
I like how he tried to beat me into submissions
Using my own concepts about handling predictions
Honestly is gifting, I didn’t even read his disses
I only diss him because he thinks he’s spittin’
Shit, all his horrific
And the most corrupt of them all, Leviticus Cornwall
That’s Corrupt for you uncultured Neanderthals
Gotta dig deep to understand Kalligraphys bars
Cuz without ball knowledge, you scrambling til it opens scars
What’s all the corrupt X Factor doing
Signing him for his personality and not his music
All of it is useless, nothing stands for intrusive
Motherfuck corrupt, another one suckin Gens nuts for prop-improvement
Yo wealth, let me show you something Masta
There’s no wealth in your lines, nothing Masta in your rhymes
Nothing combatting against any of mine, you project lies
I object these guys tryna get involved with other lives
They act like they got stealth, but everyone hears the slithers
It’s eye opening to see these fake gangsters trigger fingers
Not a tec, not the best, not an entendre to their name
Not an album that’s shifted anyone’s soul in any way
It’s clearly to see you fiend for aim but have weak precision
Watching you piggy back off of Gen for more recognition
For more recognition, more and more of a religion
A whore to to the charts, the numbers don’t tell it all
They don’t explain the scenes behind the fourth wall
You’re a slave to the labels, I can see it all
Nerd shit my preferences, metaphors for residences
Reading your shit ain’t nothing but run on sentences
Face the census, you ain’t got no senses
Not for jotting a verse or putting me in a hearse
Only gum flapping cuz you think it’ll work
But learn that I yearn for those who perch
They say KlowNIGraphy, how absolutely horrific.
How are you gonna act yourself while being another?
Tryna clown me by using half a slur in the covers?
Honestly I don’t see how the “nig” part is relevant
Is that just a racist temperament you are stepping in?
RapBoat but you struggling to stay afloat
So you go and throat Gen again to cope
And figure dissing me will get more props from hoes
Wow, you really think that’s how it’s gonna go?
It’s honestly blasphemy when you say my name
So shut the fuck up and I’ll do the same
Shayd's response back was in the form of artificial intelligence
My arts official and I’m basically keeping you relevant
Ain’t nobody was paying attention to you before you dissed me
So again, another one riding on Gens lil P
Yall feel me?
I’m asking can yall feel me?
Last section for you readers, I’ll leave this strong
Bunch of Top Ramens tryna fuck with the Top Rhyming?
Since when could I not rhyme fine, let’s dine then
I’m birthed from a city defined by the crime rate
I work in front of pity minded men in a mind race
Even if my word doesn’t punt into your pine-shaped
Head, at least my curses in cursive can define strafe churches
These verses versus the verses, His word isn’t worthless
It’s for free like K Dot, nothing needing a purchase
You should pay a fee for watching me drop priceless verses
Hopping onto lurches everyday the props worsen
But know my words ain’t hurtin, they can’t stop my workings
Like Erving, I ball till you fall like disco and crystal balls
Til you bawl, I come back harder than Lavar Ball
This a hard yall, one take, no edits or obsessions
Metrics elevated, you’re feelings need medicine for the caressin’
You have my blessin, don’t talk to me again you hens and peasants
