As rappers
Its a given that we rap
And no one’s safe from the fact
That you might either serve out
Or be on the receiving end
Of a diss track
They also say
Don’t dish out
What you can’t handle
Getting dished back
Life was never the same
After one of my own homies
Released towards me
A diss track

Pac went through it
So did Nasty Nas
When you whizz
Past contemporaries
And outgrow your crew
Some might see you
As the wizard of Oz
Maybe it’s because
Some could see thе trajectory
Of your career
Maybe it’s that
Some things rеpeat itself
Like history
And some men are
Prisoners of fear
If I had to showcase
The same energy and vibe
You know it’s more than likely
Than not that I can come up with
Endless set of rhymes and lines
That’ll clearly display
And indicate
The difference between you, him, him, him, and I
Funniest thing is
Some can’t take their losses properly
And will accuse you of a lost mind
You only diss
Someone you feel a type of way towards
And I know rappers most certainly
Can’t help but feel
A type of way towards good ole me
Foos need funding
For engineers, producers, writers
To fill roster spots on the team
What the fuck you mean
This chink recorded this himself
And also produces all of his beats
In the midst of trying to compete
Some find
I ain’t at his level
Then like clockwork
The Devil tempts him
With the idea of potent clout
The best thing that ever happened
For your shitty fucking career
Is you speaking ill will of my name
With your mouth
I got more than two feet in the game
You in the trenches and can’t get out