SAY IT [@IDALTA (diss)]

THIS IS ALL FUN AND GAMES. I'M VERY COMPETITIVE THOUGH SO MY STUFF MIGHT SOUND HATEFUL. I PROMISE IT'S NOT IN SLIGHTEST. I REALLY HAVE TO PRETEND I'M NOT ME TO EVEN START WRITING THESE SONGS. IDALTA... SAY IT ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] IDALTA… You walked in loud, but your whole track felt timid, Dropped a paragraph essay like you wanted extra credit in it. You opened all dramatic with that “I to the A” flex, But couldn’t say my name once — funny how your courage left. You wrote a whole sermon, a whole speech, a whole prayer, But the second it came to Soul L33k? …you got scared. --- [Verse 1] “You of all people should know that the numbers don’t matter.” Then why’d you cry for 20 lines about your views gettin’ flatter? Talking demons in basements, meditation, temptations — Bro, you rapped like you were giving a tour through your frustrations. “All the voices get quiet when I step in and the bass hits.” Nah, they got quiet ’cause your bars put the whole room to sleep quick. “Do you feel intimidated?” No, I feel hydrated — Your flow so dry I needed water before I even played it. You said my raps “don’t have meat,” but your verse skipped the protein, You served tofu bars on a track that was supposed to be mean. And talking ’bout oceans and waves like you really bring storms? You made a whole tsunami threat… That barely made ripples on form. IDALTA, don’t stall, I’m appalled how you crawl through your ballads, You padded your call-outs with mall-cop emotional pallets. You fall when you brawl, I’m installed in the hall of the valid, You’re small, overawed, tryna preach like you’re Paul in the ballads. You brag “dedication,” “temptation,” “meditation” — repeated, Your whole rhyme scheme sounded like your YouTube playlist deleted. You write novels instead of bars, like a rapper defeated, And still you ducked my name — yeah, I noticed, believe it. --- [Verse 2] IDALTA, you were talkin’ like my rhymes ain’t got weight, but the way that you shake on a beat lookin’ weak got me thinkin’ you fake when you state that you came for the plate, ’Cause you break when you take any pace past eight — I accelerate, detonate, demonstrate skill while you hesitate, ventilate fear, then fade. I’m a razor in a race, and I raise every rate, You a phase in a phase that’ll fade in a day. I’m a syllable-slicer, striker, cipher sniper with a hyper-typed fire like a wire on a live amplifier, You a minor-writer tired, uninspired, tryin’ to climb higher with a flat-lined choir. I hit rapid — automatic — acrobatic — never static, You dramatic — problematic — monochromatic — just erratic. Your whole pattern be scatterin’, stammerin’, panickin’, Claim that you damage but vanish when challenge is happenin’. I’m accurate, hazardous, catalyst, back-to-back battlin’, You babblin’, paddlin’, rattlin’, fallin’ off ladders and panellin’. You said I got “no meat”? Cool — I’ll eat while speed bleeds beats that exceed what you read when you plead defeat. You repeat cheap critiques, but your teeth meet concrete when I heat-seek each weak beat you leak. I’m seamless, genius — triple-speed clean with the meanest demeanor, you dreamin’ you seen this — I’m a phoenix, screamin’ through arenas while your weak thesis never even breathes past recess. I’m full-sprint venom, rhythm hittin’ at a minimum a million in a minute when I spin it through the filament, You timid in the middle with a little bit of gibberish — admitted: you ain’t built for the limitless. I’m locked-in, rockin’, shockin’, clockin’ nonstop — You dropped in talkin’, mockin’, floppin’, soft-spot. Your diss track paused, stalled, crawled, all plot — Mine hit hard when the bars start— onslaught. Say “Soul L33k”! You never did — couldn’t spit it with your breathin’ off beat, heart skippin’ on repeat. So keep your critique; I speak techniques at speeds you can’t reach when I peak — you obsolete. --- [Final Verse] Look… Next time you come at me, don’t wrap the whole track in a prayer, Don’t hide behind scriptures, don’t talk circles in the air. You wanna diss L33k? Then aim here, aim clear — Say my name with your chest, IDALTA… Not “you,” not “them,” not vague fear. You spent four minutes preaching, Four minutes teaching, Four minutes reaching— But zero seconds speaking The ONE name you were supposed to be beefing. I ain’t losing sleep. I’m losing patience. IDALTA… Don’t ever write about me again If you’re too scared to say my name in a sentence.