Party Invite [CSL Diss]

Waitrose on The Rocks, thought, you'd date those on the clock uh,

Full blood moon snails the horizon, maybe it's, retinal failure in the socket

Don't poke ya eye out boy, right now goin', half-ass crescent,

Vulnerable to the bad man's presence

Laugh track, buddy knows that Mav's that reckless

Snack Pack evident, subtle dope like grand-pap's medicine

Make uncomfortable, don't back-track like an adlib mention

Hazard a guess he haphazardly attacks what threatens

If he cooked, his look knows I took the cake thereafter

I get cryptic to terrify, poetic stares warn my phrasing's candor

I read people like a book and a tapeworm to paperbackers

I break spines, y'all are hard copies of your favorite rappers.

Like a student's quota, dude felt aura and hit the pages faster

Nothing thought-out from the top-down in fallacious blabber

Grade lower than ya aim with six 9's, can't even spray 1 blammer

You couldn't bear these offensive lines, if my name's Urlacher

Mentioned you, but never your name with grandeur

Penciled you, "down for a fade" — famous last words

Hypervigilant hand, man, there's grace period to breathe

I gracefully make Emcees fall from grace, period. I mean,

Scratchin' your head if what I say's serious, or meme

You and I in the flesh? You're Dead Internet Theory to me

Add some flare to it in flavor, or fair it up to feigners

Head's in the clouds, think that narrative's in favor

2 decade runs, and divergent parallels compare us;

Y'all haphephobic pens to me, won't ever touch this

Even though we got Infinity, in the middle of it..

You liked that Egyptian scheme I set up? Alright

'Til you run dead presidents with Lord Omega

On the mic, but if we both got bled up, tonight

My passing would dwarf, suppress your's just like

When CS Lewis and JFK croaked that November,

They'd go together,

Now everyone only remembers, 1 of them that died

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