Diss To DA MASTA

Even with a reputation of deceit couldn’t reach devastation
On streets your relation with freaks has caused damn separation
From rap you bum trapped between reality and a mean fatality
Through this battle you stayed shook and read decayed books
Parade hooked on phonics looked so ironic this whack bitch mistook
My skills, I see your flows decompose like chemical compounds
Just a fake criminal in towns not scarface on a bazaar pace with clowns
Never can be Tony Montanna because of the phony bandannas you wear around
Not swift or bold should withhold your rhymes from
The hot internet you not a winner yet so why come
make a microphone decay while your fake dome sway
from side to side like bent trees can’t dent these lyrics no way
you twist creed and mislead with false rap, lots of lost yap
that don’t make sense and create suspense best toss that crap
in the trash be trapped with a rash under your eyes bitch can’t
thunder the skies with whack rhymes you lack design in your faint
raps son, I’ve been superior while you’re inferior like dupont paint
couldn’t be DA MASTA if I gave you a whip and plantation