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cough (poizon diss) - prysm lyrics

[verse]
you make me sick
thanks for continuing it
when was the last time that i wrote a diss?
closed the door then you opened it
didn’t even listen to it, i’m on a cruise
then i took it personally, i never lose
the flow is holy, bro i’m like a god
indeed i was ungrateful, ain’t it kinda odd
i caught on, make my songs long
most without a chorus
made me cough need some medicine
this your doom day more of it
flowing it smoothly as sanded wood
keep it mysterious like i’m wearing a hood
in london while i’m writing this and honestly i cook
gotta be a prodigy till slaughtering is popping me, not doing what i’m told
compete a part of me, mistakе from tthe start honestly, this a rookie
chayton, buddy stay out of this lеague
you used my real name but my name ain’t reece
get a better mic next time you on a track
and find a better rhyme other than wack
you do taekwondo but you ain’t throwing real punches
i fall asleep to all of these rhymes that you bluffing
k!ll you without swearing, this easy i’m cooking
you think like you’re 4 and you rap like you’re 8
i’m younger but better, i’m getting less hate
now i’ve changed, bro look at the channel and remember my name
i put the prysm in prysmix, i’m the reason for fame
a duo that suddenly turned to a rival
after this now you question for survival
used to spit random words
now we spit actual bars
look behind you and then look we came far
i keep counting dollars i keep counting stars
flow as hard as a brick, and i tar and feather you
bars sending you, hard and edible
doing singles for a reason
rapunzel, with the long hair
getting under you
with a raw hundred on me
not stuttering buddy
ollivia cheated on you, better toughen up
better start making wishes, cuz you ran out of your luck
ay, and i took it personally
the disrespect in my head
it’s like it’s hurting me
turns out it was effortlessly
said holy flow and now you lurking me
man, who the frick is hercules
that cap, have you heard of me
serving, have you even learned to rhyme
when you spitting facts you just spitting trash because the words have to tie
why? just take a word and let’s say it’s apple
dig into your bag, purse, or satchel
it’s not that hard to spit bars it makes me laugh
just open your dome think of it and attack it
cackle at an addict a semi automatic, i flatten my back and it happened so fast and i rhyme every word with apple
oh, so you know it’s not hard, i just taught you how to frickin flow with bars
when i said “i taught poison, so?” i wasn’t lying that much
i’ll mail you a rhymebook, west coast is not far
i’ll stop the rhyme scheme here, cuz i forgot how to talk
i cough on your long ahh hair, huh
ay poison you can’t be talking, i have lipstick, but your hair is longer
ain’t it clear i ain’t done with this
every bar i’m not finished
just getting started before i hit it
hit it pure, poor soul is insecure
took me 8 days to find it, how unpopular
to be sure, you wrote it in feburary but have not improved
i act nice to* wait what? oh, i act nice to you so your feelings aren’t hurt
someone give him a shirt
or maybe give him a hat
you look like a horse tail bro what is that
put me up with a hundred you suck at that
there’s a lot you lack, you built like a stickman with hair as bad
as a guitar hero character, that’s sad
i’d say you have sk!ll but it’s a diss track
and it’s definitely something you doesn’t have
you swore twice, hairs nice
i don’t even cuss at all
all i do is set a curse on you
it’s the only cursing but
if it’s your world, what world do you live in?
unicorn falls
there’s a lot of awful rappers, that are better than you
where’s you’re applause
this like a lion versus rat kinda thing
and you heard me roar
i don’t have to chase after the beat if i got bars
least of me, i’m demonous
behemoth when i’m reaping it
these beat the thing that you call heat
easy as you think it could be
symphony, i’m into these, hitting things
if you think, you beating me, i’d hate to say
you’re kidding me, you a little bit of minimum illest of records i’m spilling
i take alot of time in my songs cuz honestly
i puttin effort into them quality over quantity
slaughtering all of these knock off talking b’s
cuz when i try to rhyme my time to shine lines flying by and my knives hiding
rise and shine and my eyes dying with bright lighting, sky’s blinding
lie and yo nose grows like pinocchio, call dibs and say nose goes
with no hope and a grown rose cracked like a broken road got a whole load on me
yea find a* find a*
yea find a rhyme with orange
the way you spit is boring
i’m spitting galactic, like an orbit
chopped head, not dead, medieval torture
took ya few months, i do it for this
give you more hits rhymed with orange
oh frick, i blow every line up
i shut every fight up, the times come
i’m better than poison at my least at his peak, dont wanna be tied up
rhymes line up it’s smooth and not slow
painting a picture, picasso
you lie all the time and it got you a long nose
on those, cough more, n0body knows you like you john doe
yea cuz i climb to the top from the bottom up not
stopping now, talking loud, going so fast i cannot be stopped
speeding down the road and i stop the clock, gotta go, called it holy flow, cuz i didn’t cuss
listen up, this ain’t volleyball but i hit you up
stop
cough at the bars you spitting, i’m artistic
called a song holy flow, you went ballistic
listened to your song post*cruise, dont lose
you wouldn’t listen, won’t stop the beef, cuz honestly, i’m quality you’re quantity
and possibly, i’m a lot to beat, write a song i respond, and then i body the beat
get fast, writing pens raps
let that, getting writers block every second
london to new york, i’m jetlagged
yet i’m k!lling tracks, from the depths of heck
never end, i’d be lying if i said that i’d stop
rhyming, lines hit, eyes split
i’m a cyclops
i’m a prisoner except i like bars, in the middle
i’m a night hawk, you too little
get millions, reps k!lling it
i’m 1v10ing these 10 syllables
it’s a k!ller dose of illest low
ima hit em on, till i hit my low
hit a goal, like a hat trick
it’s magic, i’m back to the savage
i once was, with my gun tucked
i keep on rapping, don’t laugh
but i talk about poison and his so called
“good rapping” ha
so long you couldn’t go farther i’m attacking like my own slaughter
go harder, flow in the scope
i’m the most flawess, slip up
like a soap bar in an apartment
yea cuz i’ll spit till my death
i’m spitting right now and i’ll spit to the end
you can borrow me, won’t get to my head though
my brain is made of steel, unlike yours
chill it’s just a joke, make it rain
use the same raincoat, for days later
you can say anger, face raging
i’m the same player after the game
match is well played, h*llgates
i’m savage like got a savage bite
aftertaste, out of my lane, league is different
different playing, almost entertained
got that flow that’s lame
overrated, half the crowd don’t know your name
if i go to fast you might look at me and think that i’m cap
you gonna say i’m trash insane crazy all of that
k!ller flow hit it home, why the frick you suck at raps
had to swear cuz of writers block it don’t even matter

- prysm lyrics

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