Laws of Your Destruction

Yo, you claim you’re real, but I see right through your cap,

Flexin' all that fake shit, man, you need to take a nap.

 

Talkin’ ’bout Newton, but you ain’t got the force,

Your rhymes lack mass, just a dead-end remorse.

 

Law of inertia, you stuck in the past,

While I’m movin’ forward, son, you’re just in the cast.

 

You think that you’re fly, but I’m the one that soars,

Your bars hit the ground like they tripped on closed doors.

 

Got no action, just a whole lotta lip,

Tryna spit bars when your foundation's a trip.

 

Momentum lost, you can’t keep up with my pace,

Dissin’ you gently? Nah, I’m breakin' your face.

 

I’m the real deal, yeah, the real McCoy,

You just a lil’ puppet, man, I’m the big boy.

 

Law of acceleration, I’m comin’ in hot,

You barely lifted off, guess you forgot the plot.

 

You just a wannabe, out here chasin’ the fame,

Your whole life’s a struggle, man, that’s a damn shame.

 

I’m like a hurricane, swirl on your whole scene,

While you sit there playin’ like life is just a meme.

 

So step back, kid, before you get wrecked,

Newton’s laws are in it, and your fate’s what I’ll deck.

 

You can’t equal this, I’m just too damn ahead,

Tryna catch my vibe? Bro, just stay in bed.

 

You runnin’ on empty, fakin’ all that finesse,

While I’m stackin' up wins, man, you’re just the stress.

 

So take this diss track, it’s a lesson too late,

You thought you could flex, now you’re locked in my fate.

 

This game ain’t for you, it’s a savage affair,

I’m the king on this throne, better be aware.