THE TRUTH [IDALTA DISS]

SO I KNOW I SAID ID BE GONE BUT THIS WAS ALREADY IN THE MIDDLE OF BEING WORKED ON SOOOO... IDALTA LET'S KEEP GOING SHALL WE... THIS IS ALL FUN AND GAMES NONE OF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE AN INSULT OR NEGATIVE STATEMENT. ENJOY..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Two names… one meaning Soul L33k [Verse One] Ha You thought admitting I was right would pivot my perspective, Like truth from your mouth could suddenly redirect it You said I bit the Jester’s style—now I’m borrowing yours Just to demonstrate idols crack, get corroded by force Time eats the halo, I’m finally letting it go Hand you the smoke, every gram, let it choke what you wrote Little clown boy, no control in the motions you show I’m either lodged in your head or the pulse in your bones Hear it echo when I ask, when the silence gets tense Are you losing your grip, feeling sanity bend? Are you going insane? Yeah, answer direct Say it loud, chest out, put your heart in the text You swing hard, but it’s soft—feel like spa-day aggression Your best shots feel like naps, I’m resting in sessions I should tell you to quit, but you’d still try your luck Every bar that you drop somehow still isn’t enough You said you had a friend, then they vanished—convenient That line was a bluff, badly acted, misleading That’s where we split paths, see the difference get clearer You stack filler on filler just to sound a bit bigger You explain every angle, over-talk every thing That’s why the W’s already spelled in my name I don’t nitpick, I dissect what you hide in the gloss Pointing out every flaw, every sin you dodge calls [Hook] I'm still vibing to your tracks though don't get it confused I just hate to see you try your best to still lose Here's an idea Give up right here dude [Verse Two] No disrespect intended, Mr. Clown, keep it civil If The Jester’s a jester, you the king of the riddles You a knockoff, rip-clone, photocopy of fear Mad ‘cause I read what you bury, see clear what you smear You say I follow your steps, mimic patterns and moves Nah—I hunt from the dark, you the pattern I choose You write love notes, perfume ‘em, then market as threats I’m the judge, I don’t tweet—I just hand out the sentence In the basement with demons, counting breaths when it’s bleak One, two, three—still alive, still elite You’re thinking of evil, I can see it in frame Answer straight—don’t evade it—are you wired the same? We two in one, I’ve repeated it plenty Same soul split, mirror image, identity heavy Only difference? My edge never dulls under pressure I’m refined, I’m precise, I get better with measures Maybe I tell all the listeners truth, full disclosure Or maybe I let you collapse under weight of exposure What’ll it be? You do the honors I’ll just stand back and show ‘em the proof [Verse Three – 한국어] 어둠 속 대화, 네가 만든 환상 말을 길게 늘려도 진실은 단순한 판상 네 가면은 금 가, 시간 앞에 붕괴 우상도 결국엔 무릎 꿇어, 다 공개 머릿속에 박혀, 맥박처럼 뛰어 도망쳐도 따라가, 발자국에 비어 넌 설명을 쌓아, 난 침묵으로 끝내 말 많을수록 약해, 그게 네 문제 같은 영혼, 분열된 그림자 구조 차이는 하나—난 칼날, 넌 둔한 도구 증명하려 애써도 결과는 고정 이름에 새겨진 승리, 이미 확정 [Hook] I'm still vibing to your tracks though don't get it confused I just hate to see you try your best to still lose Here's an idea Give up right here dude