Digga (FUCK XFACTOR ILL BEAT GEN...
• Written by OneTwoKO
OneTwoKO's Notes
I wrote this in 2024.
roll up, lights low, we tax the room, no mercy, no checks
clutch tight, palms cold, bankrolls cut like decks
bounce back, teeth show, grin got a warranty, flex
we move quiet, move loud, got the block on reflex
whole team wired, tungsten nerve, we strike exact
pocket calculus, count stacks, subtract every act
phone buzz, deal done, briefcase got its facts
talk cheap, talk loud, we convert noise to contracts
rim shine, moonlight, alleyway anthem, march
new money language, syllables carve the arch
enemies misread, they scan the wrong chart
i plant a clause in their future, call it my art
flow surgical without using the tired blades
my lines sew shut the talk that masquerades
they sprint for relevance, trip on their own trades
i harvest small errors, compound 'em like raids
name on the ledger, legacy in the margins
i trade in fates, not feelings, cold bargains
street math, street art, we encrypt with cadence
i spit in fractions, decimals drop vacant
no pity, no rewind, every second an entrance
my presence rearranges how they measure sentence
roll up, lights low, we tax the room, no mercy, no checks
clutch tight, palms cold, bankrolls cut like decks
bounce back, teeth show, grin got a warranty, flex
we move quiet, move loud, got the block on reflex
i came with an atlas of scars, not a single apology
turned nickel hesitation into platinum policy
they front like architects I expose the footnotes
their blueprints fold when the market reloads
short breath, long reach I pull vaults with a glance
rhymes swing like tariffs, every lines a finance
she named her kid after rent, bills spelled out in cash
mascara runs in daylight when dreams clash with the graph
I laugh at fake ranks, auction off the applause
they buy followers, I inherit laws
words hit ledger hard, deposit doubt in their trust
i trade in reputation, their credit turns to dust
multis line up like soldiers, cadence, cadence, cadence
my syntax is a weapon, precision, no complacence
beat bites back, bounce syncs to the trigger
im the pulse in the pavement, pulse gettin' bigger
no cheap metaphors, every punch is bespoke
i roast the imposters until the smoke chokes the smoke
quarter past midnight, ledger lit, eyes wide, no fear
i speak in fulfills contracts signed with a sneer
they preach fake hustle we manufacture the gear
we repurpose failure until it births a new year
i snap syllables like snapped chains, rhythm rehabilitates
my bars are fineprint that seals former mandates
you barns of bland bars? I mortgage that farmhouse
i flip their weak chapters for profit, no spouse
we do not rehearse wrath, we script it like law
every misstep archived, executed with awe
check the docket, the verdict reads: elevated, raw
enemies obsolete, they expire, withdraw
im savage but tidy, clean cuts, no cheap gore
i turn the ordinary into trophies and more
beat guides my footwork, cadence like footfalls
we harvest applause and bury your footnotes in vaults
