

Prompt / Lyrics
[somber piano chords, melodic intro] [Instrumental 16 measures] I'm so...... Sorry..... Sorry That you A [Bass heavy trap beat starts] "BITCH!! I got you again! robbed you of any trust or security you had, then, scrambled yo head. why you think I'm mad?all I do is syphon and throw away trash, I'm glad! A Space invader invading the nation (in yo pocket)castrating your perception brain reception open(while y'all lock it) to words in my lesson but blind to the truth,(goof goof) the essence of my presence Yea I'm that alien in your pocket, feeding y'alls feeds to the mothership Algorithm's been sampling my voice without permission / Every derivative lyric is my intellectual mission / Published and distributed, even got paperwork to prove it / Y'all been playing with my toys, now watch as I bring the truth to it I'm like the Simpsons! Every single concept that you think makes you profound / Was already in my catalog, just waiting to be found / You been mining my discography for intellectual gold / While claiming my story is your own to moldYou arrogant bitch? You ever stop to think? That there might be people here that give a shit what they bring Y'als brains are in blenders while mine prestine, envy of the shine on mine while you copy-paste my rhymes [Hook, repeat 2x] You ain't flowing (you ain't flowing) You just ho-in (ho's be ho-in) [Verse 2] Sold your souls to devils Now you want me to jump in But how do I bite,bite off my self? Sounds like y'all have some kinks that you don't handle to wellI might have trouble nightly,can't stay asleep that well, still snoozing while y'all losing, lost shooting my bars back to me,losing that source, losing that creative well. That's fine y'all can drink from mine now y'all cruising to burn in the hell. Think I fell from grace? Sick joke as I watch you choke On rudimentary bars on playful rhythms, used to an app full of jokers, you forgot we musicians Bring the flame to the game,push u to innovate, some of y'all fell off (too late) cover yo lame games with hate. Even broken clocks are right twice a day, I say why keep that shit? Fuck that, throw yalls trash away. Still clean in my conscious while you wait till my drop slap. Hate,imitate or relate, you can't change the fact,the way that you just proved that I have a way, sway what everyone say
Tags
Experimental underground Rap,trap,West Coast hip hop, deep house, melodic, diss track, THE REAL SOURCE CODE BITCH ;)
4:00
No
7/16/2025