Lyrics
Majestic AKA Elevated Diss
Verse 1
no one cares for your dumb special effects, stupid//
this aint computer class dummy, its fuckin rap music//
you wanted it fine, personals you got-it//
when your dumbass gonna come outta the fuckin closet?//
tellin-me you do this skillfully, youre fuckin killin-me//
willingly accepting your fate, you spit irrelovencies//
never heard-of-me i stir things wit words-of-heat//
get murdered-easily, disturbed-and-mistreated and purturbed-and-beat//
im the king of multis, dont even contest-my-punchlines//
get bested-by-my-rhymes, and disrespected-by-my-mind//
i spent five minutes on this, you wasted-a-lifetime//
why am i here, fuckin wastin my time//
in this game ill prove you cant stand it//
you misunderstan, youre too bland at it//
bitch, faggot, asshole, youre barely a fuckin man//
this guys a comedian gettin booed at def comedy jam//
im done with your insurrection, your now a precedent//
go ahead rap about ice, jewelry and dead fuckin presidents//
whats the relevance, rappin for the hell-of-it//
now heres a bucket, remain a pail-of-shit//
i know youre type, youre gay, you please-men//
your like a throw away navy, just a waste of sea-men//(semen)
alright break time...
Verse 2
you wack ass faggot, you cant hack it//
skills?, you lack it, rap, try ya hand at it//
but ya pen is malfunctioning, system failure//
conjuctions to complex, my mic impales ya//
cant touch me, rush me, im tryna tell ya//
your stock is now plummeting, tryna sell ya//
your soft like flowers, get labelled a coward//
look at mini me, tryna battle austin powers//
on the mic, in a fight, this guy gets devoured//
hit quickly, like hijacked planes to twin towers//
everything i touch is golden, like fuckin midas//
dont try-this, i concur wit and imitate violence//
you cant touch my text, or even my mic-skills//
you get lapped like asthmatics up high-hills//
rappin, squares and circles, all geometric-figures//
im eccentric-nigga, messin wit my complex-lyrics//
get audibly-raped, 'cautiously-taped' mothafucka//
hemmed, stemmed, by my clausible-tapes cocksucka//
this guy got game?-passed-it, in this places-last//
this guys skill remains-absent like fat kids to race-tracks//
