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cyanide poetry - luke the artist lyrics

he likes marshall instrumentals, i’ll leave him in trunxks it’s cool
there’s been ample time, we know this gon be a k!llshot too
he can’t stomach this cut, c*sections, come meet the tool
if i got as many songs as you have fans, don’t try to duel
back when you dissed lyrical, thought you’d get more views
guess this proves no one in aft really messes with you
i’m better than you in the business of leaving corpses hunched
he needs hooks in disses, he lack any sort of punch
say got ya chin up to the bar, when you rap stale
if i pull up, you’ll see my face over the steel, i’m giving h*ll
luke the newcomer clapping any who act frail
check our songs we not the same type of fire sale
i’m poor, scammed out remixes, my prose causes cons
yes i’m broke, i hear the hunger difference on our songs
since you a “bigger rapper”, i expected more than this
you’re richer right, why can’t you ever get a decent mix
he says he bigger cuz of youtube, i know it’s true
but everywhere else, if you do research, i’m bigger than you
all that proves is subs are gonna get you a noose
i’ll have his figure still in a box, with no clue
how this happened, let’s talk about how your views
have dropped, and you can’t fix it, not tryna be rude
and how you’ve done this for a year now, dissing any server
this bum hopes one responds and knows he’ll get murdered
he swaps pride for fame, make his cap flip, bobby shmurda
he a shredder? put a sh*ll in his back and observers
will see him turtle up, you’ll die from this cyanide
put five in his box, wordle, you can try and hide
i tried to give you a chance, but now you dying guy
he wants one dance, draco’s ensure his family replying why
under my comments, say i went too far
rapping unconscious and showin the fraud you are
he’s a dork, tryna force a career out of a hobby
i’m his source of fear, who wanna see a dead body?
he makes excuses for quality, says flaws in others tracks
but when he points his finger, it’ll ring when pointed back
we can tell on every track he always needs to be bailed
by someone else, you even called yaself wack i mean h*ll
this snake pray it aligns and hopes that i fail
if you look at his lines and notes, yo you see the scales
you talked a lot of trash, i tried to stay dormant
i’m sick of kids who cl!ck keys acting like they hit organs
make my sh*ll smash in his back, he not even worth a clip
mariokart, when i spin it, we’ll see a sh*ll in his whip
you vejeta, the prince of saying anythin for cl!cks
he act like wayne when all you have is drip face, kid
yet he still pops smoke, tryna rock for some clout
if my mood swings i’m rocking you, i’m knocking you out
this small fry will die if he tries to respond at these stakes
i’ll leave his apple sauce for lying about his guns, snake
hate me, this vegetable ain’t tryna meet a p*ssed wraith
he wants beef till my big mac’s up in his face
fruity clowns are gangster till bullets embrace
i take shots with these bars, make my lunch break
here’s food for thought while you tryna create
hot trash for a flash in the pan chance to partake
in rap, he tryna surf his way to the top
he say imma be a ghostwriter, but he getting dropped
fire shots, hope he can tank tops like wife beaters
man these dopes love nas until they get ethered
he trash each rap reminds us of failure
flat lines got you boxed up like grid paper
but he wants me on his project like construction crews, g
understands my notoriety is something he needs
see, i heard he tryna go c breezy on me
he really likes battle rap cuz he stays off beat
trunxks is elite, but you’ve never reached that quality
he talks slapping, don’t be worried about me
i’m stressed bout ya wife, you implied she gets beat
on feelin fine, yet you tried to be really discrete
we don’t mean kim when you google eminem type beats
of course he’s boring, he’s used to putting people to sleep
he’ll make luke gone when consey k!lled you, kid?
and you wanted to collab, man that has me sicks
it look like ike and tina which you familiar with
i would drag ya girl, but i bet he beat me to it
actually ya not wack, you’ve proved you got hits
his demeanor shows he has no father, man i figured it
tell me, who’d want to be associated with you
h*ll, he got drip face and umm…. okay cool
said on feelin fine, you stay faded, think it’s crazy
with this and the consey disses, it’s been deja vu lately
all his verses have shown me is he need to retire
put metal on him, you say you got drip when you perspire
son act like he’ll aim at my chest and he’ll fire
then come to the west, we’ll see who speak through the wire
dusting off mac*11s, all buyers know he not safe
lucas may field he don’t, but newbies wanna try a wraith
slit his throat, hang him upside down while robbing his bling
rich kids rapping violence, there’s no stranger thing
than an insecure rapper who wanna be hard
this started with critiques and you took it to heart
departed threats, you told me you’d tear me apart
how you losing after a over hundred song head start?
this no war, he just hype, he don’t wanna be on sight
ya upper cuts are jabs, i know bout boxing opps, you don’t wanna fight
this is light, this prime mike boxing jake paul
he need a drink, this fake getting hung over a buzzsaw
i’m at vejeta like his handle just goin berserk
we loaded but you smoked while i’m giving this work
i hope he tries to diss me back, someone come and coerce
or don’t worry bout him, let the dead rest with this verse
fake crook, all in ya circle jerk gon get k!lled
drip we know he’s ya fave, lay off the muscle milk
if he made another fan, ya wouldn’t let ‘em have they fill
and man can’t understand why arc wanna be fulfilled
he act chill, but cold stares make em huddle up
cuz i pull arms over bars just like muscle ups
but i can still harm you cuz i’ve had enough
i’m too sk!lled for you, you gon wish i just concussed
you force rhymes consistently cuz ya love to bend the truth
but it’ll shine through, ya songs only slap when on mute
that’s why i can’t let it go and just turn the page
letting it ring off now is how i’ll disengage
he say he a tough act to follow while met with laughter
leave him snuffed, we won’t remember you cuz you don’t matter
don’t know why i k!lled consey’s shadow, he isn’t a factor
trunxks see more money than him, he not even the rapper
fire off in his crib, leave glass stained like church windows
shoot from the hip, he’s one of the worst, it’s been known
this kid talk doing shows, it’s absurd, when though?
who pays cash to see a rapper who can’t go mental
who’s put a spitting image with this square like picture frames
heat indented in his head, i make what’s in his pockets change
at this stage, he say my final destination’s a fall
leave this character’s life dashed if i answer the call
he’ll yell “game” at the end of this, say “luke you raw”
but if this super smash, i let it clap after brawls
maybe i’m too brash, there’s too much sting on this reprimand
but everyone know he’s trash, like every rapper in his clan
jesus is king, so if i don the mask you needa understand
you not yeezus, aim a piece, to father you’ll stretch ya hands
you got no hype, if i knuckledust you who gon back you
my knife moves to cut b*tterflies in his stomach like i’m running vacuums
i’ll smack you, if i’m real, we knew i would drag you
saw you stole ya whole brand, now i gotta bodybag you
from aft to his name, man he thinks we fools
stole 50 tyson’s style, not what i meant by get pull
he dreams of tools, females, and of robbing jewels
cuz in school he’s weak, man them bullies are cruel
i was sweet, now gotta give you a halo top it seems
how you claim things that’s not yours, say you an alpha being
he king? let’s see these bars by his neck like power cleans
if he hood, why my hands starting the sparks, palpatine
alice bussed down for you cuz she can’t pay the fare
treating this like hopscotch, i’m stomping this square
say we don’t get ya disses, moan and say it’s unfair
when the only time he’ll swing is if i kick out the chair
son got depression, why say it in the consey diss?
you a bum, another question bud, is why did you quit?
keep going until you’re dead, it’s not like you’ll be missed
he stares at alice and his old pics, he hopes to forget
she’s his devil girl, her dipping made him wanna slit wrists
hit that bong another time, maybe reminiscing will quit
you’ll never shine, it’s something you struggles to admit
but in keyboard warriors rhymes, i’m not worried bout his cl!cks
so leave me alone vejeta, this ether leave you scorched
sucks for drip, you’ve never had fire so you can’t pass a torch
you’ll beat me when vejeta solos superman, dork
he tempt me but never had this energy for format, of course

- luke the artist lyrics

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