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Seraphic (self Provoked Diss) - Poetic death Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: P poetic death | Published: 2024-25-09T04:26:06:00+07:00

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[verse 1]

pouring out these rosaries/
n-ggas who want to battle me/
try to step into my circle/ and get carried off by your cavalry/
behold the masterpiece/
i’m the evolution of this rap sh-t/
without an infameezy beat/
your whole catalog is past tense/
how you gonna do a track with bizzy/
then jack his whole delivery/
you ain’t a bone thug/
or born a thug/
let’s talk about reality/
from the jump of this scenario/
to him no one was talking/
then like a b-tch on her period/
this n-gga started barking/
but n-gga i’m the marksman/
so it only takes one shot/
to expose this mothaf-cka/
to that bullsh-t he be talking/
self provoked or self inflicted/
cause your fanbase consist of underage women/
and male groupies on the d-ck/
you ain’t a revolutionary soldier trying to bring that unity/
you a timberland rocking/
ponytail cannabis smoking b-tch/
who the f-ck you think you messing with/
a testament to a r-t-rd/
i’ll send your send your silly -ss to a dark star/
beyond your radar/
what’s the devil to the elohim/
a checker in a game of chess/
you ain’t built for my geometry/
or the alchemy i manifest/
what’s the devil to the elohim/
a checker in a game of chess/
you ain’t built for my geometry/
or the alchemy i manifest/

[hook]

mic check one two/
they said to hit him with the ether/
i’m here to speak the truth/
mic check one two/
they said to hit him with the ether/
i do this for my people

[verse 2]

give me the pound/
give me the pound/
give me the pound/
i’m ready for war/
then breaking your doors/
i’m catching a body and ducking the law/
you talking that sh-t/
i’m pleading the fifth/
my lyrics are venomous razors that spit/
lyrical genocide to your ego/
i’ll obliterate your weakness/
listen/
because a fast flow don’t make you better/
and plus you making up for your sh-tty rhymes/
with an over-used delivery/
ayo i know that ain’t sp/
trying to diss the movement/
you started on a high note after copying our blueprint/
but you make a sh-tty general/
and your whole crew should get rid of you/
let’s do a simple comparison/
to understand the truth/
poetic death is out is europe/
and self provoked is local/
i be chillin on the sideline/
you charge your people just to headline/
you claim to keep the peace/
all i see is beef up on your timeline/
you need the grow the f-ck up/
and just accept the times/
you had a buzz back in 09/
20-10 was so so/
but you thought a silly rabbit/
could stand a chance against the god’s flow/
i’m the mothaf-cking black wolf/
knocking on this pig’s door/
a narc for dry snitching/
and you ain’t never been hardcore/
yes indeedy self provoked/
you do graffiti/
but only for the cameras/
cause real taggers remain anonymous/
living at your momma’s crib/
you addicted to that medical/
or addicted to that gl-ss d-ck that’s all up in your mandible/
you need to slow the f-ck down/
and address the situation/
or the ending of your legacy will start within these pages/
i’m not the one to f-ck with/
don’t ever get it twisted/
stick to tagging mothaf-cka/
you’re not a gang banging villain/
and me i be that general/
so salute me when you see me/
or my fist create concussions/
like that comet that hit russia/
yo i’m far beyond your concepts/
and i overwrite your dialect/
so let’s this be a warning son/
you dealing with a bigger threat/
nevertheless i’m coasting/
above this funny bunny/
who got involved over a b-tch and jds/
not ain’t that funny/

[interruption]

[verse 3]

give me the mic/ give me the mic/
give me the mic/
this n-gga did a song with dizzy wright/
and still ain’t seen the light/
you see the situation is complicated/
you got this lame -ss/
plus his wack -ss fans/
g-ssing him up to be the man/
you like that mothaf-cka in highschool/
that chump n-ggas use to pick on/
you got a couple likes on facebook/
now you a straight crook?/
i doubt that/
and i ain’t even dissin on a high note/
got respect for mfour/
imfameezy and linoski/
that post traumatic syndrome/
you’ve been talking sh-t for three months/
you knew my house address and phone number/
we never met for lunch/
a sucker punch/
i’ll drag you by the chariot of apollo/
just to show these mothaf-ckas/
that your backbone is hollow/
and it wasn’t that i snapped my n-gga/
me and you ain’t homies/
don’t go writing sh-t about me or my posse being phony/
you a dumb dumb/
a fake -ss snake walking on this ice/
try to see me on the mic/
you’ll meet the afterlife tonight/
yo check it/
you’re welcome/
for all the fame this brings to you/
self provoked the mc/
welcome to the end of your legacy/
and i’m the better mc/
on any day of the week/

[hook]

we’re overseas/
chasing our dreams/
it’s ogt/
until the death of me/
we’re overseas/
chasing our dreams/
it’s ogt/
until the death of me n-gga/

[verse 4]

n-ggas be talking/
trying to be god/
poetic death/
exposing a fraud/
it’s funny reversing the odds/
never met face to face/
yet he claims to be hard/
it’s funny to me/
whenever he speaks/
the truth that you seek/
is never released and/
he be writing fairy tales of fabrication/
nevertheless/
we lay him to rest/
battle the best/
you lay with the rest and/
your diss track/
well it could have been better/
cause had you really broken it down/
instead of the sound/
and studied the nouns/
it’s about a minute and 30 seconds/
of that “skippidy doo” rap/
as a matter of fact/
i’m calling you wack/
you ain’t an mc/
just part of the pack/
a cat in the hat who’s stuck in the back/
and if you were fat/
well you wouldn’t have any fans/

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