Untitled Diss Track
Kendrick Lamar Style

(Verse 1)
Yo, I’m dropping bombs like it’s the Cold War,
Metaphors hitting harder than a lion’s roar,
Call me the rap sniper, precise with the aim,
Dismantling your ideology, you’re going down in flame.

Got my verses slicker than the oil in your dreams,
Watch as I unravel your truth at the seams,
Spitting lines sharper than a blade from a cult,
Inciting a riot, watch your followers revolt.

I’m the ghost in the machine, call me Neo in the Matrix,
Your dogma’s outdated, it’s time for the facelift,
Pop culture references like I’m living in a meme,
I’m the algorithm king, breaking down your scheme.

Here’s a plot twist like a Tarantino scene,
Your beliefs like a marathon, just running on steam,
I’m the chameleon, shifting colors in the night,
While you’re still writing scripts that just don’t feel right.

Yo, I’m the hurricane, shaking trees on a whim,
Your logic shaky like that late-night gin,
I’m the fact checker, spitting fire like I’m Elsa,
Your block melting down like my flow’s hot salsa.

(Chorus)
I’m throwing shade like a solar eclipse,
Your belief’s on the edge, take a deep breath, just eclipse,
Each bar a jab, watch it land with a thud,
Like M. Night Shyamalan, this plot’s full of blood.

(Verse 2)
You’re caught in the web like a fly to the lies,
I’m the spider, I’m weaving your demise,
Looking for truth, but it’s lost in the hype,
I’m carving through your BS like it’s ripe for a snipe.

I’m the locksmith here to pick your mental lock,
While you’re full of hot air, call you a ticking clock,
I’m the maestro, orchestrating this mess,
While you’re trying to explain, I’m making ‘em feel less.

Like a meme gone viral, I’m breaking the mold,
With lines so potent they could turn lead to gold,
Your narrative’s tired, like reruns on TV,
I’m the sequel no one wanted, but here’s the key.

Like J. Cole said, “The world is yours,” you see,
But your kingdom’s built on sand, it’s just not meant to be,
I’m the architect striking down your foundation,
Each bar a brick in this lyrical persuasion.

Look, I’m not here to play nice, I’m breaking the glass,
With quotes from the past, watch your legends clash,
Your scribbles lookin’ elementary, got them in the back,
While I’m the college dropout, spitting fire on this track.

(Chorus)
I’m throwing shade like a solar eclipse,
Your belief’s on the edge, take a deep breath, just eclipse,
Each bar a jab, watch it land with a thud,
Like M. Night Shyamalan, this plot’s full of blood.

(Outro)
So step back, see the real from the fake,
In this metaphorical game, I’m the quake,
Rattling your core with each clever line,
In this lyrical battle, only the strong will shine.