Not My Problem [SoulL33k]

My response to Soul L33k's phenomenal track, "MIXING": https://suno.com/s/8JGqmtXveAN4z1n5 As always, this is all for fun and nothing here is meant as a real or personal diss, insult, or otherwise negative statement. This is all just a fun, respectful challenge and track. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finally, something original (You know my name) You don't have a leg to stand on Bland songwriting doesn't favor your boasting, Gaston Hands off the craft if your gonna whine in the grand fall You can't stop, can't you? Maybe it's time to rethink what you got your stance on Grandma, if I have to repeat myself that much in the same song You ain't all you talk yourself up to be Did your hearing aid fall? You played the game wrong The flame popped Your fake ops stopped The line's drawn you're lies, falsified You in your prime showed a nice try Maybe don't make up your mind Without hearing what I said the first time Now it's time to go Listen to something that wasn't written too soon and had room to grow Ah, you hear me now, don't you? You know what? Let’s just play along. Yeah you’re a cocky copy who thought he caught me writing sloppy (run to mommy) Your tracks are floppy, balling softly, barely taunting (never taught me) That’s a lie you always taught me how you’re awfully prodding folly I’ll calmly watch your body falling coughing calling help but I– Don’t need to explain myself because you already know You take my designs styles and rhymes and use em to run the whole show Don’t rock the boat, I’m turning my back And I won’t do it slow If you can’t decide who to be Guess what? Not my problem You took eleven tracks to even show your face Hahaha, look I got him I got you right where I want you Finally got you out of that jumpsuit Now I see you and I realized You wouldn’t survive if I had punched you So you’re an evil thought floating do you even know what I do to those? I strap them in a coffin grab a hammer slam it closed Wire every finger to a cell then send the volts and watch it flow Chain its limbs behind its back go out to sea throw off the boat Put a rod into a furnace heat it hot and watch it glow Almost melted turn around open the eyes and start to poke I’ll tell it every single thing I’m gonna do so it will know And if it talks to much I’ll grab the knife grip the head and slit the throat This whole crisis of yours is really immature Sure, be a child be secure but that won’t change what you’ve procured Be whoever you want to be Rest assured, you can’t be me You can’t beat me, you took the lure You took the bait, you’re lunch, bonjour I can’t run out of gears when I’ve always been above you, easily Speedily, messing with your perspective gleefully You greedily rushed recently now we all plainly see how eagerly you wanted to beat me Let the people see a bit of decency or dignity remaining in your agreeably grievous capabilities If you can’t decide who to be Guess what? Not my problem You took eleven tracks to even show your face Hahaha, look I got him If you can’t decide who to beat Guess what? Not my problem This is just a waste of my time Hahaha, look, I got him -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⓒ 2026 IDALTA (@Jesus_Frees_Us). All Rights Reserved. Lyrics written by IDALTA. Song generated using Suno AI under a paid subscription. Commercial use rights granted by Suno AI. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------