THRONE / MY WILL (DJAANY DISS) versuri

THRONE / MY WILL (DJAANY DISS) lyrics by dudeguy

Intro
Rap fast-, rap fa-, rap fast-
Rap fa-, rap fa-, rap fast-
Rap fast-
Rap f-, rap f-, rap f-, rap f-

Intro 2: Old show
The gentleman posed a question
Will you answer the man’s question?

Hook 1
Rap fast, no bars, you a crash dummy
Bark loud, no scars, sound mad funny
Big man, small town, clown act, runnin’
Cuz i rap in English
I’m the real one buddy

Verse 2
Boom-bap beat and you think that your a vet
Boom-bap these hands put your ego to the bed
Spit in my tongue, spit in yours too
Doesn’t change the fact that i’m better than you
Lyulin flex bro
Shut that noise!
Name-drop streets cuz you got no voice!
Gassed up streams but you sound fucking weak!
Big „monthly listeners”
No one on the street
„Bulgarian pride” but you jock U.S. slang
Bro you bite harder than your fucking beats bang
Spit whole verses about fuckin’ dick jokеs
You 44K monthly corny blokes

Verse 3
It’s 0NRG
No gas, just facts
Your all about Kartela
I’m all about tracks
DJ-AANY, you DJ-Ass
Talk fast, think slow
Can’t outlast (Haha, yeah, huh!)

Interlude: dudeguy’s tag, dudeguy (adlibs)
Dudеguy pull up, flow kill, then laugh! (Yeah, yeah!)
(Haha, yeah!)
Yuh, uh, uh
Dudeguy pull up, flow kill, then laugh!
(Huh, yeah, huh-huh-huh)
Dudeguy pull up, flow kill (Nauh-nuh, haha), then laugh!
Yuh huh

Hook 2
By my will, you fall flat
Talk tough, still all ass
No throne, no crown, no mass
Just loud mouths and no class

Verse 4
Off beat, on beat, don’t matter you dead!
You freestyle lies while i freestyle lead!
Posting bout Kartel, bro this ain’t narcos!
Just another TikTok king with no cargo!
Low-tier legend, rap’s last begga!
Claimin’ you pop but you sound like whateva!
You flexin’ fake ass Bulgaria bars
But wouldn’t survive 10 steps in the yard!
Mad online, call everybody a fake
Cuz i don’t speak broken English on a tape
We can rap in Bulgarian, French or Zulu
Still fold you quick like a bad jiu-jitsu

Verse 5
Fake flag wavin’ while i wave flags high!
You wave goodbye when the shots fly by!
You a #RAPPER basic as hell!
Keep yellin’ yo fuckin’ name I got stories to tell!
Your homies ain’t real
They just hype up shit
Your city ain’t proud
They just tired of it
So go rap bout cars you ain’t even own
And go flex fake plaques off a cracked iPhone

Verse 6
Spit syllables, break it down, then rebuild
Fast ain’t a skill when you ain’t got the will!
I rap circles ‘round your whole damn squad
More bars in a line than your shows got nods!

Outro
Huh!
Yuh, yuh
Uh-uh-uh
No heart, no art, no brains, no page
Just a midlife crisis at a SoundCloud age
Yuh huh, what, huh, what, huh, what, huh?

Outro 2
Ugh, man you ain’t even Kartela
You fuckin’ cardboard