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lomo – respect (chronic ry diss) lyrics

i’m the best in my area, no questions asked
these other rappers whack when they rap on the track
they tryin to act black, saying that they make stacks
when the fact is, they trap rap, and don’t make jack
i want to hear you come back so i can have a good laugh
cause every song you make is a huge piece of cr-p
everything you say on the mic has no credibility
you ain’t no modern day gangsta, you just a humility
to the rap game cause you have no real ability
you match ice j.j fish if we talking lyricism
no play on words, nothing, like you writing with autism
just the same sh-t, guns and drugs, like you live that life
every night and when you write it’s time away from your strife
but you’re apparent as ice and sound white as rice
on the mic, you pose no fight for me, i need no might
to take you down cause i saw a p-ssy at first sight
i could sense it, and knew what i was up against
your defense cannot hold this, nothing can prevent
me cause i’m a molest this beat with you as the expense
and show why you need to repent, and show me some respect

now, why your name chronic ry as if you smoke all the time
last time i checked you only got high, just to try
why you lie so much? you trying to sound like chief keef?
as you say you a thief on your sh-t mic and weak beats
my flow is elegant, your flow’s irrelevant
i can’t hear what you said, your voice is barely prevalent
in your songs, your mixing is sh-t, and that’s the simplest
part of rap, within a minute fans start to lose interest
in you cause you like most suburban white kids
talking gangsta sh-t on the mic, but in person politeness
the likeness between you and a g is lifeless
like your emotion when you spit, no commotion, no wit
i would rather listen to frank ocean take a sh-t
only demotion’s what you get, no more boastin’ when you spit
cause your spoken words are split, your devotion took a hit
towards this rap sh-t, cause you’re the quotient of a b-tch

i’m so tired of these motherf-cking p-ssies
repping philly, my city, someone needs to put these
fake rappers in they place, but i’m wondering should we?
cause they look dumb as f-ck talking gangsta when they would be
the ones cowering when sh-t goes down, so i’m devourin’
all the power in you. so you only feel sour when
you spit for hours ‘n try saying you’re towerin’
in this rap sh-t, but not now or then, were you not dour ‘n
sh-tty, you always post on your snapchat you’re recording
but you’ve released nothing, like you’re storin’
songs for a tape, but you’re snortin’ if you’re ignorin’
the fact that no one’s supportin’ you, you’re in
a deep whole cause you seem like you want to be the next
to be called the best, but you and the beat have no mesh
you’re fake as drake and wrecked your rep, you’re a reject
but i’m fresh, and the best in our town, show some respect

- lomo lyrics

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