This is my response to IDALTA's diss "Fall Slow" IDALTA, it's been a minute. As always this is all fun and friendly, as nothing is meant to be taken seriously as a diss, insult or anything else like that. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Damn... it's bout time Wait... You made us wait this long... for this? Gotta be kidding me... Whatever. [Verse 1] You keep saying "hollow" like that word gon' save you, if it worked the first six times, why'd you say it times eight, dude? You swear you know my head like you rented the place, whole verse playing landlord while you homeless on stage. You said I lost passion? That's rich coming from you. Your flow left halfway through and never came back to the booth. Every time you start cooking, the stove lose heat, I'm waiting on the punchline—you keep serving the beat. You ever notice that? Nah, probably not. You get halfway through a bar then forget what you got. Like your cadence hit a curb and blew both of the tires, then you dragged it to the finish talking 'bout I'm expired. You talk like you won before the round even started, that's confidence... until your rhythm departs it. You don't ride beats—you visit 'em. They don't let you stay. Soon as pressure shows up, your flow runs away. You said "one name, two meanings." Cool. Here's mine. One's the rapper you're dissing. The other's living rent-free in your mind. [Hook] You keep reaching for "deep" but you ain't saying much. It's a whole lotta build-up with no payoff to touch. You call it psychological—I call it a bluff. You used thirty-two bars just to say "you ain't enough." [Verse 2] Let's talk about that pill you keep handing to me. You recycle that setup like it's mandatory. "Hollow." "Ego." "Swallow." Bro, switch the tape. By the third callback I could predict the page. You said the rain put my fire out? I ain't buy that scene. You spent so long painting it, you forgot to be mean. You got metaphors stacked from the floor to the roof, but if I gotta decode 'em, they probably ain't true. You keep saying you see through me. I believe that part. 'Cause every time you looked my way, you looked straight past bars. You was too busy trying to sound smarter than me. I was too busy trying to make people rewind the beat. See, that's the difference. You want respect for the effort. I want the crowd making that face like, "Yo... that was reckless." [Bridge - extremely fast] you say you see me clearly but you barely see through every "deep thought" you drop just reflects back you you stack abstract attacks like it’s something brand new but I chew through your structure like it’s nothing to do you loop like a glitch when you think you’re precise but your "cold calculated logic" just repeats twice you preach about meaning like you built that device while I flip every system that you tried to entrench in ice you talk revelation but you rehash regret every "vision" you mention is a mirror effect you dissect my existence like you’ve got a net but you’re tangled in your own words you can’t disconnect you want depth? I compress it to breath in a second your whole verse needs a thesis and a thesis correction you aim for perfection, I aim for dissection now your "truth" is just noise in a loop of reflection [Verse 3] You said I scramble? Nah... I adapt. You overthink every move then get trapped in the map. You brought a flashlight to convince us it's the sun. Looked everybody dead in the eyes and said, "I won." You don't lose 'cause you can't rap. Let's get that straight. You lose 'cause you keep stopping to explain your fate. Every bar got a paragraph stitched to its side. By the time it finally lands... the moment done died. You wanted me rattled? You should've brought proof. Instead you brought theories wrapped up as the truth. That's why your hardest punches never landed quite right— they spent too much time trying to sound like they were right. So here's my pill. Since you like those so much. Less explaining. More punching. 'Cause if your flow disappears one more time mid-line... ...I'ma start putting missing posters up.
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