Epic - The Execution (Infinite diss)
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Lyrics
Check the technique, infinite think he rep streets
Simply depressing the way these kid’s minds think
Talkin bout violence wit pride, open ya eyes
Real soldiers don’t brag, it’s necessary that we ride
Got you lookin to the skies, pray to be saved
All the while I’m on the mic steady digging ya grave
It’s a known fact, from rap you’d never get paid
You little brat, I’m punishin bitches “Oh behave!”
Face it, Great Kills, ya hood ain’t hot
When they name the five boroughs you the one they forgot
Live on landfills, it fits you grew with the trash
Punk bitches, radio put ya crew on blast
Call me a fake, a phony, whatever I don’t care
You actin hard on the net, are you even aware
Tryna convince us of how gully you are
Gangsta speak for itself, words just cancel the scars
I’ll tell you this, I never seen someone use a sickle
Knew you ran with farmboys, now this shit is official
Never one for stealth, I get it loud as a whistle
Fuck a pistol, my crew roll with nuclear missles
Feel the blast shake the earth, gotcha knees weak
This kids disses wouldn’t bite if he used his teeth
Same lyrics, different track it ain’t new to see
Rocked my icon, I know you tryna be like me
Murdered you back when I got into rap
Year later ya skills ain’t improved, please explain that
Funny thing is you think ya shit is hot
Bitch you couldn’t beat me if I passed out and dropped
