Lyrics
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
diss me, first of all, you better get personal,
find secrets that I have and blurt them all,
I put a lot of my life into tracks so use this,
if something was personal, you better abuse it,
gotta make me look stupid, make me look wack,
then upload the diss track and never look back,
'cause if you do, you'll eye my reply right quick,
I got punches to kill your career, I write sick,
better have a tight diss, or I found the loop hole,
you can guess, but ya don't know how far I'll stoop though,
I can go too low and not be liable when I'm wrong,
I'll diss everything even the Bible and the Koran,
my style is the braun when the brains is bleek,
and if you're not realy serious, say this aint a beef,
a lot of Shook Ones when they see a Mobb Deep,
just know you'll come up too short to block the reach
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[Chorus]
Just change your heart and change its beat,
when you change your soul and you change it's sheet,
you gotta change your needs, if you playin' with me,
so switch your mindset, change the frequency.
You need to change your heart and change its beat,
when you change your soul and you change it's sheet,
you gotta change your needs, if you creep with me,
so switch your mindset, change the frequency.
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[Verse 2]
beef is wrathful, I tear you open like shrapnel,
are you still lookin' at the glass half-full?
It's half empty, please, don't be, tempin' me,
even Paul McCartney told you to Let It Be,
let em flee, or I'll set em down and they know,
I'm no Canabis, there's no second round KO,
ya won't survive the first, the baloon I will burst,
better clue in the nurse, career'll ride the hurst,
if you wanna creep with me, hop in the passenger,
I been there before you knew what the hazards were,
don't let off a diss track if you aint askin' first,
'cause the situation can go from drastic to worst,
if you just rappin' to curse, you aint got goals,
you'll never be platinum and you'll never cop gold,
either you not a foe or you can get stopped froze
cause you'll be feelin' the heat like hot coals
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm special, my name should have an astrik,
and I can bypass rappers like it's gastric,
make tracks three in a row like a hat trick,
so if you hate, I can come back like elastic,
I'm past sick, I should be in a coma, gone,
if you tryna act above me, you're role is wrong,
I don't follow nobody but I'm a soldier dog,
even if I'm blackballed and the light is closin' off,
these foes is blocked, out of my area, no shot,
ya'll faggots that get more stuffing then Stove Top,
whores clothes drop when I spit precious game,
it's either from me rhyming or the ice chain,
life's a pain that we gotta live til we strike fame,
and get nice pay, rappin' til we lie in the grave,
so it just shows if you beef with me, no effect,
I'll keep smokin' you til I gotta whole in the neck
[Chorus]
