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Witness the plot thickens, his thoughts quicken, a guy named Wilson,

Sippin’ Lipton, whistlin’ like Homer Simpson,

Kept scratchin’, stackin’, pickin’ and packin’,

Pimpin’ and passin’, thinking he’s livin’, never lackin’.

Hooks up with women, kids in the crib, he’s feelin’ rich,

Until twelve months later, eviction papers hit—life flipped switch.

 

Now he’s homeless, building’s torn down, dreams demolished,

Life before me? A slow climb, cluelessly polished.

After he faced my wrath? Every step cursed,

Opportunities burned, respect reversed.

From confident struts to trudgin’ in streets, scared of the cold,

Every move cautious, every thought bought and sold.

No rhymes to sell, no crew to protect, just echoes of failure,

I rewrote his life in bars, my victory the only savior.

 

From brunches to benches, from bills to benches in parks,

Life before me was light—after me, it’s all dark.

I turned his ambition into ashes, his confidence into dust,

Every plan, every hope, now dissolved in disgust.

And if he thinks recovery’s coming? Nah, that’s fiction,

I define destiny—he’s a cautionary tale, my jurisdiction.

 

now let me tell you what my purpose is—U don’t gotta switch personas

just because the money’s flourished in; and I ain’t gonna act with it

honest, I should’ve warnedcha" that the form U were in was more than fit

how you never had to go distortin’ it—the more U morphed your shit

the more it showedchu' weren’t absorbent with the core within

just forced attempts I had to sorta sift, a chore to flip—your whole performance set

was awkward, stiff, so mournin’ Sid is what your orbit gets; ’cause beforehand?

U were too bad, boy and couldn’t see the crowds eyelids lower quicker than lightning’s orbit dips

strikin’ quick, vibe checkers zonin’ out, whatever U wrote to spit

turned into watchin’ boredom drip, poured in drips, unfortunately for me, more than anyone in the audience

your monotone aura hit right before I even performed a bit— so I’m forced to live with knowin’

U were the warnin' skip, before The Great Nate stormed in sick, a roarin' blitz that tore the script & scorched the grid