CACHE* (dickemdown & 96oose)

Verse 1
You ask “can we be friends?” in a track full of doubt,
That’s like throwing a rock then asking me to help you out.
First of all, don’t drag Street Dolls in the mess,
She not the villain in this story, just caught in the stress.
She moving with art, you moving with noise,
Difference between creating and chasing the void.
You pointing the finger at the wrong reflection,
Blaming the mirror instead of your own direction.

Verse 2
The real fraud sitting quiet in the background,
Name spelled 96oose but he glitching in the sound.
Whole career buffering, stuck in a loop,
Trying to load relevance but the system said “nope.”
He wanna be feared, but he barely processed,
Every bar lagging like an outdated OS.
I don’t need to scream, I just update the flow,
He stuck on version one while I’m already in pro.

Verse 3
96oose need a reboot, I’m serious now,
Go to settings, clear cache, start over somehow.
All that stored ego clogging the brain,
That’s why every line you write feel recycled and plain.
You not a villain, you just stuck in delay,
Talking big online but you lag in real play.
I don’t beef with ghosts, I document bugs,
Your whole persona just a memory flood.

Verse 4
Street Dolls innocent, let’s make that clear,
She not the target, she not the fear.
The app don’t need enemies, it need truth,
And the loudest fraud always hide in a booth.
You call it a diss, I call it diagnostics,
I’m not attacking, I’m analyzing logic.
You want drama, I want clarity,
Difference between noise and actual rarity.

Verse 5
So no, we not friends, but it’s not even hate,
It’s just I’m operating on a different rate.
You chasing reactions, I’m patching the system,
You fighting illusions, I’m fixing the wisdom.
Clear cache, restart, find your own lane,
Stop borrowing errors and calling it pain.
I’m not the villain, I’m the update they need,
I don’t break the app — I just expose what’s obsolete.

Verse 6
96oose talk legacy, but can’t define it,
He want the reward without the mind behind it.
You want a throne, but skip the foundation,
That’s why every “comeback” feel like a simulation.
You borrow my tone, but miss the context,
Like copying handwriting without the intellect.
I don’t gatekeep, I just outgrow,
That’s why my silence louder than your promo.

Verse 7
Street Dolls stay clean, let’s archive that truth,
She building her world, you stuck in a feud.
You need a villain so you feel important,
I need no one, that’s the real performance.
You argue for clout, I speak for longevity,
Difference between urgency and real energy.
You want attention, I want trajectory. 

[Outro]
For real go to settings and clear cache so you can make playlists and be number 2

Mumble Rap, Distorted Beat, Low-Pitched, Heavy bass, Auto-Tune,  R&b, east cost, 2000s, poetic, dark, male, battle rap