Kalligrapee 3 1/2

Ay, say word

It was short notice

KKKK, yuh

You see it take brothers days

They crave a comfort lane, uh

And some fucking waves

Slackers be chatty bout facts that pass by reactions

Get all tangled and coded in they captions

Invaded your Discord 3 times, y’all bitches are gay

“I love Kunta” with a zesty pic of your face

Nobody is giving you praise

Geeks got they fingers in every phase

Goons won’t even glance at the shitty brigade

Won’t you have your squad go fetch that?

Grab some of them sleek toys and reclaim what we left back

Your issue is you never made no splash

Criss cross and side talk won’t change how you made last

I sense that brother shook

He never dip from Heaven cause he done wrote the book

Man, are you deranged?

What’s the use of knowing how to lock and aim

If the ones you finna spark look aligned by their names?

That ain’t fire, that’s entirely lame

This ain't no virtual stage

That’s why I tag you as a certified fake

And the contrast is

I was in class thinking that was dope, you was dreaming bout dodging quizzes

Looking at your discography, I can tell you ducked the physics

I laced it on my debut and delivered to the critics

And I ain’t even stream that sub attempt

I just tapped in for your clips

I ain’t even stress when you dubbed me a snitch

I was like, “Look at Kalli, being a bitch”

Peep how they framed him, peep what they gave him

Peep all the alley-oops, bruh, without Jeezy’s favor

You wouldn’t breathe, if it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for

If it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for, I got a dozen more

Nobody thinks that you’re Jay, nobody thinks that you’re Esco

That’s the cheat, they don’t gotta think if they already ghetto

Your story’s wicked and your scroll too, miss me with the nonsense

But you would blast a dude’s kid while he snacking on Funyuns

I wish they kept chilling, and honestly ditched you

And all your over analytical fake scenarios

Never crossed paths with you, kept my space, showed some care for you

But from your tone, I been unsure where are you

And this just one of the parallels

I ain't tryna scold, but it felt like you was missing your carousel

You was flinging more than shade, I was like "Bro’s on a different chemical"

I legit had to censor you

I don’t know what kale based Motor City holistic regimen infected you

To really believe our stats match or that you’re on the pedestal

Like we’re the type of group that you could speak super disrespectful to

You cried about pee and we all called it comedy

But I’m thinking like “Why won’t this lame dude fix up his property?”

You got no followers, no pull to bring em all out

You stroll with the stride, we seen you pace all through your compound

But me and Nick just nerds cause you bring that burn?

Like I ain’t hit the armory and left tools spread out on the firm

Your hotline on mental peace, I think that’s grown biz

But you the last one that should be answering phones, kid

You spit your bars just to soak inside

I show em they gotta pass through your gates just to find my side

A sort of formation that defines your station

So you don’t gotta get super exposed on your LPs

And you need bigger rappers to prop up your LP

You rang Gen, he ain’t chase you

But no shade, I take it as fate too

They said to show a little poise

Don’t always go shoving real facts in their voice

Now that I ponder it, it’s kind of mixed logic

If someone asks for the piece, why stash it inside the closet?

If you ran things, we’d crash within minutes

How you gon read if your crew don’t know your business?

I learned that in the jungle, sweeping up litter

Cleaning my district while you jawing bout socking on hitters

That’s trash, salute rap

Forget these Red Bull sipping, half assed flip floppers

Preaching today, then posting up with shot callers

One toe dipped, the other be tryna holla

Tough guys who flip when a kid trolls em back

And got the gall to ask MCs to bring the craft back

Facts!

Yo, yo, I ain’t through, partner

Peep this wave now, peep, yo

In five ticks he flipped it, if he knew how to spit it

He could’ve leased the sky for a couple minutes

And wrapped what had to get wrapped by the next few lyrics

All these bonus chapters might read like scholar

But my takeaway’s junior

Your writing style got the scent of a costume

And the heart of some tempos of the homie you bond to

I ain’t gotta voice it to voice it

Can’t even knock it, dude’s one of my choices

Scratch that, I’m on my plateau

All frozen, talk like the throne from Caladan

Goals platinum, and outside I’m lamping

Clearly, if you rapped average, you wouldn’t even glance in

This dude think he Alexa, replies to your tensions

But what’s Alexa to Bezos? A pod to a Benson?

I uplift my people’s science

What’s a being to a classified briefing? I see your homie tryna hype it

That’s what he better do

And anybody that’s right beside you

Supposed to boost, move you through

And center your loud self cause they ain’t hand you no review

You picked mayhem

Instead of calling your friends, tryna showboat for your friends

Come and spar with us then