This is my response to Soul L33k's "MISSING POSTERS" Song: https://suno.com/s/SqmebEZ3XpSdZ3QQ 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a track like that, you've got some nerve I mean, I'd be embarrassed if I were you…. For a guy who doesn't care about numbers, you sure talk about them a lot That must've been made in haste, like you assembled a bunch of random thoughts You're playing the dumb card, and it's honestly not a good look, it must be a joke Funny how you call me homeless when I've never seen you once talk about feeling at home Yeah, I think I'll call you out You have nothing on me for you to diss about So you look at what you like, and call it a flaw I'm flattered, really, but you didn't think at all Don't believe me? Look deeper, you'll see that I called it When you said I can't rap that was the obvious nail in the coffin You botched it, haha, guess the moment’s called “Gotcha!” But I'll let the crowds decide how they want to handle that offense The flow left the booth because it wanted nothing to do with you! I turned off the stove, I don't cook for those who are destined to lose You'll be waiting forever, the punches aren't coming I serve the beat raw, and you're sick to your stomach You're taking your time, I'm taking off runnin You're jealous of beats I so easily summon Sometimes I wonder where this is going Can you even handle more punishment? I wish I could say you had your good moments When the whole time you looked like you wished you were done with it No payoff? Right, I only give you a portion I don't like wasting effort with those whose tracks return boring You sure like the car metaphor, but again I'm in the sky soarin I’m tired of repeating myself, I think I’ll skip the chorus You’re running out of ideas, counting my bars Like a man in my prison, just counting the bars That lock you in, not going very far I don’t think you know what my pills really are You’re predicting lines like they predict the sunrise Too broad to criticize, not very big in size Next time try predicting the storm Before you fall short Like the metaphors on the floor Proving your sore loss And vision poor Distorting delusional wars Enforcing your given decor Apologies I meant your driven full-force Not sorry they know who to ignore Put in work, I’m not here for you to not get out of your couch You can stay there, of course, but I’ll straighten your slouch You calling me smart, or calling me dumb? I came here to win, too easy, too fun You’re too focused on fans I’m focused on one You just want clapping hands When I’ve already won You just want your attention Reckless obsession Lost sight of respectin’ Your only objective (Maybe you’re jealous) (Just want your own mentions) (We want something fresh) (Get out of your headspace) Abstract attacks? Since when, to whom? When I attack you I attack with the truth I take it apart, inspecting the clues That tell me why you do what you do It’s clear to me, you can’t see past you Can’t work much farther than the fast blue If you really cared you’d let the fans choose At the end of the day, you know I can’t lose Thanks for the compliment, the cold hard lines But I repeat twice cause I don’t get a reply From you, just decide, it’s fight or flight, right? You’re design is the simple kind, like a lite bright I don’t aim to be perfect, I aim to be better Connecting letters make something sweet from the nectar Affecting the centerfold festering pests Don’t affect my effects Or my pressure for treasure That’s gold, I make, and I grind my selections You’re dying for votes, don’t come out for election What flashlight could possibly be in this battle? There’s light all around from this power you can’t handle I’ll put out your lights, put out your lantern When it’s all said and done I’ll still give you your candle It’s ironic, really, that you mention paragraphs When you talk way longer, I spit my raps fast If my punches aren’t right, they’re not punches, not facts I won’t throw you something that fits with your acts Call them theories Call them truth At the end of the day They’re aimed at you You can spark some debate I’ve got nothing to prove I said that in Star (You’ll see that one soon) I'm back. I to the A. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⓒ 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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