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DEATH CHANT Three Point Three
DEATH CHANT Three Point Three
You gotta be light on your feet
Adapt or Die and admit defeat
against my DEATH CHANT
And if you can't?
Looky here, Sonny and Edible One
Year after year, rap challenges I've won
while the two of yous are hardly
Maya Angelous or Langston Hughes
whose flows n beats are targeted
with hard hitting views
What you got for us instead
are virtual nine mils
in-da-back of the head
Cheap thrill kills, X-Box style
in farsical face offs
on Main Street's 8 Mile
Duels with phantom menaces
Supposed riders you ghosted
on Instagram n Facebook
Your pistol whippings posted
lacking sense and hook
Empty threat-end spills
against public enemies faux
Bustin' Caps in these . . .
L - M - F - A - Oh, please!
You're both on a long list
of the gangsta wannabees
self annointed kings
wanting rings kissed
among other things
riddled with disease
subscribing to their own
hollow pointed prophecies
rhetorical, glorifying
prostitution, drugs, and death
in the name of profits
All wasted breath
Far from compelling
marshalled blathers
Inane storytelling
regarding daily matters
we could care less about
Expired dairy products
in the fridge you
shoulda threw out
weeks ago
Who gives two fucks
as you cry over spills
of milk so old, they
curdled whey
beyond cream
Be bold
be MLK;
declare to the nation:
"I have a dream!"
Don't be a dictator
with an orange combover
covering up every contextual
bald spot in your rap
with references sexual
indifferent to rhyme
^Diss^
being the answer
to the riddle you've
yet to solve
because it's time
to prove you can be
light on your feet
Adapt or Die
and admit defeat
EVOLVE!
You gotta be light on your feet
Adapt or Die and admit defeat
against my DEATH CHANT
And if you can't?
Looky here, Sonny and Edible One
Year after year, rap challenges I've won
while the two of yous are hardly
Maya Angelous or Langston Hughes
whose flows n beats are targeted
with hard hitting views
What you got for us instead
are virtual nine mils
in-da-back of the head
Cheap thrill kills, X-Box style
in farsical face offs
on Main Street's 8 Mile
Duels with phantom menaces
Supposed riders you ghosted
on Instagram n Facebook
Your pistol whippings posted
lacking sense and hook
Empty threat-end spills
against public enemies faux
Bustin' Caps in these . . .
L - M - F - A - Oh, please!
You're both on a long list
of the gangsta wannabees
self annointed kings
wanting rings kissed
among other things
riddled with disease
subscribing to their own
hollow pointed prophecies
rhetorical, glorifying
prostitution, drugs, and death
in the name of profits
All wasted breath
Far from compelling
marshalled blathers
Inane storytelling
regarding daily matters
we could care less about
Expired dairy products
in the fridge you
shoulda threw out
weeks ago
Who gives two fucks
as you cry over spills
of milk so old, they
curdled whey
beyond cream
Be bold
be MLK;
declare to the nation:
"I have a dream!"
Don't be a dictator
with an orange combover
covering up every contextual
bald spot in your rap
with references sexual
indifferent to rhyme
^Diss^
being the answer
to the riddle you've
yet to solve
because it's time
to prove you can be
light on your feet
Adapt or Die
and admit defeat
EVOLVE!
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