[Introduction] Sc-sc-sc-Scar... Yeah... Let it build... don’t cut it off... Pressure in the air, feel it creeping in slow... Let it spill out the system... Yeah... This that broken frequency... [Verse 1] Soul keep talkin’ like he know me inside Whole damn track just my name every line You say I fake, but the image don’t match Tryna force comparisons nobody asked Clicked on your song, thought pressure would rise Heard the same four bars recycled five times Every diss sound copy and paste Different upload, same exact takes You say I cosplay, say I steal whole fits Whole time our styles don’t even coexist Dark clothes and chains don’t make us alike You don’t own black hoodies or the dark aesthetic type And honestly, if I’m the “copy,” explain this then Why mine hit harder again and again? Why your whole fanbase keep watchin’ my moves? Why every comeback still circle back to dude? Talkin’ ‘bout pills like that makes you deep Then switch personalities every week One day you rage, next day enlightened Whole persona feel forced when you write it [Pre-Hook] Every single song got the same damn angle Same fake rage gettin’ lost in the samples You keep throwin’ shots but they never land clean Whole thing fall apart at the seams [Hook] Same old talk, same old lines Broken record every time Say I copy, say I fake Still can’t do it how I make Dark room, black fit, cold lights glow Everybody talkin’ but they already know If I’m the “copy,” that’s awkward then ’Cause the copy did it better again [Verse 2] You keep sayin’ “clone,” but the proof ain’t there Just another weak opinion thrown in the air Different flow, different sound, different energy too You just mad people see the difference in you Tried to spin a narrative, hoped it would stick But the whole thing weak and the timing was off quick Now you reach for the same old joke every track Like if you repeat it enough then the crowd gon’ clap Meanwhile I evolve every time I drop You still sound stuck at the same old spot Same cadence, same tone, same forced aggression Whole thing feel more like projection Every line sound copy and paste Same four insults get reused every day Same exact angle, same exact mentions No new punchlines, no progression Talkin’ “dommy mommy,” tryna farm reactions Only thing you really good at is distractions Every new diss sound desperate for attention No direction, just tension and repetition You say the same lines through the whole damn song Different beat, same words all along Thought I’d hear growth when I pressed that track But the chorus, verses, all circled back And it’s funny how you hate what you imitate too You criticize styles then run right through Take pieces from everybody, build nothin’ yourself Then get mad when I do it better with stealth [Mini Hook] Broken record, same old sound Clown talk just goin’ ‘round Fingers point, Four point right back Same weak lines on a loop like that [Verse 3] Clown energy loud when the camera turn on But it fade real quick when the pressure is on Talkin’ like a "god" but the throne feel fake Every move you make just another mistake You build your whole image on reaction and noise But silence expose what you really deploy Tryna paint a picture but the frame don’t stick Every new persona just another cheap trick fingers point, but it bounce right back Funny how the blame always follow that track You call it a diss but it sound like replay Same exact lines in a different way And that’s the thing that’s really gettin’ exposed Every track you drop just repeat and reload No new direction, just looped-up pride While I move forward, you stuck in rewind [Outro] Sc-sc-sc-Scar... Still stuck on the loop...? Same line... different night... Broken record fades out... [Broken record] [Fade out]
