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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!                
                   
         
         
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 23rd Nov 2021
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