Studied Me - Disstrack @BrutusGalactus

Jack Empire Sound, disstrack, Rap battle, battle rap

STUDIO

[Beat Drop]

[Verse 1 — controlled, sarcastic confidence]
You think dropping my old name is gonna steal my shine?
Elias got too common, so I built a name that’s mine.
Ellis, Alice—you said it twice and still ain’t get it right,
Studied every page of Jack and missed the title every time.
You mad because your pen ain’t harder than mine,
I’m sorry, bro, I don’t mean to ruin your pride.
You got a new pen ’cause the last one’s ink dried,
And the one you got now is probably A-I’d.
Said the Empire switch was proof that I was losing my track,
Nah, I dropped a crowded name and built a movement from Jack.
And if nobody remembers me, explain the research stack—
Purple Crown, Therapy Session, then my old hook at the back.
Every title, every reference, every little move I made,
You were scrolling through the catalog and studying the page.
Called my name forgettable, then wrote it through the track—
You can’t erase an Empire while you’re advertising Jack.

[Hook — commanding, stacked vocal doubles]
You remember everything,
Every title, every theme.
Said nobody remembers Jack,
Then you built your song on me.
You remember everything,
Every crown and every scene.
If Jack is so forgettable,
Why you studying me?

[Verse 2 — heavier bounce]
You count likes on your fingers like the count improves the craft,
You’ve been planted in the app longer—congratulations on the stats.
But tenure isn’t talent and a counter isn’t bars,
A digital little crown don’t automatically make a star.
Keep the Suno numbers, keep the followers and reach,
Numbers measure who has clicked—they don’t measure how you speak.
Half the world ain’t logged in, but you’re acting worldwide,
Like a scoreboard in one building makes the pen certified.
You called the shots too tame, but still responded to the pokes,
If they didn’t leave a mark, why’d you dedicate the notes?
Called for Therapy Session while you’re checking every post,
Then your outro starts repeating the same hook you hate the most.
Put my hook inside your ending—gave the slogan one more spin,
Tried to bury “Brutus Is a Bot,” then invited it back in.
Free feature on your record, no permission and no fee—
If the joke was really dead, why’d you let it close the beat?

[Hook]
You remember everything,
Every title, every theme.
Said nobody remembers Jack,
Then you built your song on me.
You remember everything,
Every crown and every scene.
If Jack is so forgettable,
Why you studying me?

[Bridge — beat strips down, cold analytical delivery]
“Not a single bot could rhyme like this…”
Then the evidence was:
Compute it.
Reboot it.
Conclude it.
Pollute it.
Four verbs, same landing, and you called the pattern exclusive?
Same coat on every word with a futuristic usage.
That’s the code no system living could reproduce?
Bro, you changed the first half and kept recycling the blueprint.
You don’t prove the pen is human just by screaming that it’s great,
You prove it through the pocket, every syllable and placement.
I don’t need to grade each bar or answer every statement—
One contradiction folds the whole performance that you gave me.

[Pocket Switch — rapid, sharp, escalating]
Motherfuckers swear I don’t write ’cause I’m on an AI app,
Like I haven’t said I used it—where the fuck you been at?
I put AI inside the subject, never hid it in the back,
Turned the process into records while you weaponized the fact.
But haven’t we all? Forty percent, right?
You put the credit on the track, now you’re guarding that mic.
So don’t act pen-pure while you’re pointing at mine—
We both touched the same tools; I just sharpened my side.
Yeah, some of my old catalog leaned heavy on AI,
Then I learned how to control every cadence and line.
Now I’m bending every pocket, putting pressure inside,
Writing quicker than your comeback while you’re counting your likes.
I evolved in the open—I ain’t scared of the past,
Every version got me closer, now the pen moving fast.
You keep arguing the method ’cause the outcome made you mad—
If the writing isn’t mine, why you answering Jack?

[Quick Burst — double-time climax]
I built it, revised it, applied it, refined it,
The rhythm is mine when I slice it and time it.
You’re searching for bots every time that I rhyme it,
But missed your own credit while checking behind me.
Wrong name, right catalog, every detail intact,
Said nobody remembers—then remembered all that.
You can question how I made it, but the pressure is fact,
And every time you make a record, you keep bringing up Jack.

[Outro — beat fading, calm spoken delivery]
“Put my hook in your outro…”
“That was generous.”
Pause.
“Take your time on the next one”

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[Cold Open — dry spoken, no beat] Brutus: “Not a single bot could rhyme like this…” Jack: “Compute it… reboot it… conclude it… pollute it?” Pause. “That’s the rhyme the bots supposedly can’t do?” “Fuck it. I heard enough.it.” [Beat Drop] [Verse 1 — controlled, sarcastic confidence] You think dropping my old name is gonna steal my shine? Elias got too common, so I built a name that’s mine. Ellis, Alice—you said it twice and still ain’t get it right, Studied every page of Jack and missed the title every time. You mad because your pen ain’t harder than mine, I’m sorry, bro, I don’t mean to ruin your pride. You got a new pen ’cause the last one’s ink dried, And the one you got now is probably A-I’d. Said the Empire switch was proof that I was losing my track, Nah, I dropped a crowded name and built a movement from Jack. And if nobody remembers me, explain the research stack— Purple Crown, Therapy Session, then my old hook at the back. Every title, every reference, every little move I made, You were scrolling through the catalog and studying the page. Called my name forgettable, then wrote it through the track— You can’t erase an Empire while you’re advertising Jack. [Hook — commanding, stacked vocal doubles] You remember everything, Every title, every theme. Said nobody remembers Jack, Then you built your song on me. You remember everything, Every crown and every scene. If Jack is so forgettable, Why you studying me? [Verse 2 — heavier bounce] You count likes on your fingers like the count improves the craft, You’ve been planted in the app longer—congratulations on the stats. But tenure isn’t talent and a counter isn’t bars, A digital little crown don’t automatically make a star. Keep the Suno numbers, keep the followers and reach, Numbers measure who has clicked—they don’t measure how you speak. Half the world ain’t logged in, but you’re acting worldwide, Like a scoreboard in one building makes the pen certified. You called the shots too tame, but still responded to the pokes, If they didn’t leave a mark, why’d you dedicate the notes? Called for Therapy Session while you’re checking every post, Then your outro starts repeating the same hook you hate the most. Put my hook inside your ending—gave the slogan one more spin, Tried to bury “Brutus Is a Bot,” then invited it back in. Free feature on your record, no permission and no fee— If the joke was really dead, why’d you let it close the beat? [Hook] You remember everything, Every title, every theme. Said nobody remembers Jack, Then you built your song on me. You remember everything, Every crown and every scene. If Jack is so forgettable, Why you studying me? [Bridge — beat strips down, cold analytical delivery] “Not a single bot could rhyme like this…” Then the evidence was: Compute it. Reboot it. Conclude it. Pollute it. Four verbs, same landing, and you called the pattern exclusive? Same coat on every word with a futuristic usage. That’s the code no system living could reproduce? Bro, you changed the first half and kept recycling the blueprint. You don’t prove the pen is human just by screaming that it’s great, You prove it through the pocket, every syllable and placement. I don’t need to grade each bar or answer every statement— One contradiction folds the whole performance that you gave me. [Pocket Switch — rapid, sharp, escalating] Motherfuckers swear I don’t write ’cause I’m on an AI app, Like I haven’t said I used it—where the fuck you been at? I put AI inside the subject, never hid it in the back, Turned the process into records while you weaponized the fact. But haven’t we all? Forty percent, right? You put the credit on the track, now you’re guarding that mic. So don’t act pen-pure while you’re pointing at mine— We both touched the same tools; I just sharpened my side. Yeah, some of my old catalog leaned heavy on AI, Then I learned how to control every cadence and line. Now I’m bending every pocket, putting pressure inside, Writing quicker than your comeback while you’re counting your likes. I evolved in the open—I ain’t scared of the past, Every version got me closer, now the pen moving fast. You keep arguing the method ’cause the outcome made you mad— If the writing isn’t mine, why you answering Jack? [Quick Burst — double-time climax] I built it, revised it, applied it, refined it, The rhythm is mine when I slice it and time it. You’re searching for bots every time that I rhyme it, But missed your own credit while checking behind me. Wrong name, right catalog, every detail intact, Said nobody remembers—then remembered all that. You can question how I made it, but the pressure is fact, And every time you make a record, you keep bringing up Jack. [Outro — beat fading, calm spoken delivery] “Put my hook in your outro…” “That was generous.” Pause. “Take your time on the next one”

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