Song Lyrics:
*GameBoy - Best Rapper Diss (Home Recorded Freestyle)*
[Verse 1]
Breakfast is 'bout to be served
Y'all ready to take offense
Get the cameras rollin' lights on
In the court
I mean the sayin' life is a movie
Is only a concern to y'all
When takin' legal actions
I Spit Hell
The soul that listens, Got the ears of ashes
So what ya excuse my French
Kill ya wit' the spit that chewed on Polony
As my veins flow like Waterfall
Contaminated wit' listereosis
Oh Shit, my statues in motion
Spit bars all to ya knees
Put a wet floor sign, caution
Any rapper that claims as the best
Reply to me
We take it from the Jungle to the wild
Where we can start beefin'
An' just in case ya haven't heard
Remember the Tupac an' Biggie beef
Look behind the scenes my soul was the chef
If I ain't never heard ya Spit
Best believe ya whack to me
Download this Cole beat an' prove yourself to me
For some reason I found myself as a leader
Followin' the footsteps
Those who below me
Translation I been a winner
Quite frankly I'm mad 'cause I'm seein' fingerprints on my Trophy like what the Hell
Anyway I understand
Guess I had to pick up off where mostly
Fail to sustain
I trusted pink
So I'm seein' Niggas Varnish like Stains
This is formal submission
For the best rapper post
I'm lookin' to fill the emptiness within the throne
Prepare ya subjugation feels
For this battle against me
'bout to remain as defeat
I'm a sturdy muthafucker
Ya wouldn't read my mind
Wit' the Professor by side
Just to be clear, I'm the Juggernaut
Ya up in ya game lookin' tense
I literally fuck up my mind
Just so I'd cum to my sense
I'm makin' this my 1st track in my EP
Whack rappers tryna be real
As if Deadpool would be a character of Disney
So if ya real enough
Ya what I produced in sperm bank
Withdrew wit' upfront cash
So trap music is kinda like
The poverty trap of Hip Hop
Eat ya girl last like the chewy Centre of Pin Pop
I am a God
Y'all is ancestors
Niggas like drama
Like Wandi the Generation Actress
Y'all got a good thin' goin'
'til GameBoy step up an' kill ya vibes
Now mournin' for an empty coffin
See it's like
Ya fuck ya girl an' nothin' is happenin'
My Verse got pleasure
I Spit, next thin' ya know ya girl be squirtin'
Post traumatic stress disorder
Is the results of this war raged
Fuck ya over
Y'all is my brother's from another mother
Ya know well the family feuds
Can fuck ya hunger
Feel the wrath of the next H2Rap God
Hell breakin' loose is a synonym to the Flamez I spit
The evil only needs "D" to be the Devil
Me an' ya are a seed split to 2, we done grew apart
Whatever I spit is whatever ya mind consumes
1st degree burns in my tongue
I spit an' all Hell break loose
Guess it's me spillin' the beans
That was once trapped in a tin of oppression
Exposal of the truth is why most of us get killed
A twinklin' star, from the sky I was removed
At this moment I'm a shootin' star
That's how far I came, spittin' bars