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letra de king l.a.w - a battle for a king. (jay legend diss) - king law

(verse 1) god bless!
mans tried to joke, now he on some clown stuff
mans never rode, he just getting loud bruh
mans soundin’ slow, goin’ at the crown huh?
mans now exposed, he just wanna sound tough
mans pouting shows, he in the frown club
mans self loathed, can’t rock a crowd son
mans so so, challenges, i ain’t found cuz
mans doesn’t glow, you only get a round one

(verse 2)
when that diss dropped, and bs stopped
they said it was fire, but that’s not what i heard
just like a little scratch, i still gleam and glisten
you heard about me, but don’t seem to listen
you said you wanted smoke, you just blowing off steam
hit tiny shots, think you going soft g
this ain’t even singing, how you rappin’ off-key
de ja vu feels like a myles copy
but even when we crossing, you still can’t stop me
feels like you barely got friends, boy, ya fans closer
community’s sk!ll kept rolling, you ran over
mans was feelin’ pressed, send closure
if rap was a drink contest, then mans sober
you and abbas 2 got a siamese track
you rap, not battle, we can see that
your dead soon to be dog gonnit
you’re your community’s sock puppet
thought you was insane, nah ya just done up
while stick to your lane, i’m the road runna
you can’t talk
boi yo whole crew backin’ you
and you still lackin’ dude!
(first chorus)
za-om-bie
you cannot stop me
za-om-bie
ya diss a copy
za-om-bie
they fans or friends zombie?
za-om-bie
got this on lock g

(verse 3)
that diss wasn’t hard, stuff was sweet like a klondike
you kid on the bars, not knowing what’s wrong right
if you hold yourself up, it’s gonna be a long night
let ya pride melt, you ain’t even a strong fight
over here recording, got people starin’ laugin’ mate
over here snoring, you a generic basket case
bawling like you jordan, but you need to pass it mate
fallin on the sword and, you got padded plays
0-1 is what it’s scorin’, and you got plastic faith
community service, picking up trash and waste
after i’m done, you bet i’m gonna grab a raise
thinkin i’m scared when yourself is what you played
heard ya bois you got keep gassin’ ya head up
tell me how many lies of encouragement y’all fed em?
give him all the blank motivation, he needs support as it is
and he gon need more lies to keep going after this
we all spitters, what? even the dude that’s just done up?
zombie kinda sus, there’s an imposter among us
cause jay ain’t a legend, he just some big phony
you can sing not rap, you a one-trick pony
and even when you sing, you ain’t no bop g
sin, who’s scared of a fling? not me
boy won’t freestyle, cause he fearing me mate
begging for a diss, just to get lyrically raped
you all bark no bite, marley in a news pic
but i’m an old dog, and all i see is a new trick
this man really talkin’ bout shots to the brain
when you pulled your own death, a moth to the flame
(chorus 2)
za-om-bie
your rappin sucks
za-om-bie
they gassed you up
za-om-bie
your talent is stumped
za-om-bie
your trash and done

(interlude)
let’s here it now
ya see i
bless bless bless bless bless bless bless bless
the lord’s name
while you disgrace it
haha!
oh, we not even halfway done yet

(verse 4)
talk about the pfp, you was born off minecraft
i put this zombie in the sun, that’s how long his mic lasts
not to mention your whole persona been a lie
try to clown, but too scared to go at sins july
honestly, how many times you gon snake that man
i’ll diss you back when that lame track lands
you ain’t hip hop boi, and ya mans enticed
next time you wanna switch, listen to your friends advise
win a fight next time
when you write a flex line
remember that you got ya neck tied
by a preacher
cam’ron!
going to rap from mowing lawns
the only time you making green
looking at bg’s status and want it more
i should diss you again, for you even thinkin’ you coming close
brother annoying, tappin’, he who the ladies roast
destroyed his whole crescendo before he even made his notes
if you think you a savage, the woods just may be close
why you keep rappin’? you’ll never be as good as baby goat
oh wow, the really truth hurt, don’t it?
now now, ya friends ain’t helping, you on ya own kid
stick to the books and maybe you’ll find a 9 to 5er
kid, you is a brook, take heed and retire
shortcoming waluigi that describes your entire
little career!
always mistaking them for sleeping
they wide awake, and bothered mate
you ain’t pushed off the deep end
cause ya talent goes way over the edge
acting c-cky, just to go and get dropped little sped
yet again! yeah boy, i’m talking ya friends!
stop snakin’, and you’ll finally have the courage to make amends!
dissin’ vizual, now that’s really pitiful
you yield no power tryna bomb individuals
you for the hour and your rhymes are just typical
yeah son
caught and ya arguments ain’t sensible
dissin’ viz?
but who really the good rapper?
who improved from what they was doing last year?
who went from trash to being a star to see
vizual, while you sound straight like rmb
clown!
play your position
cause when i listen, i hear no competition
callin me bb seems to your repetition
but you shootin’ with a bb, with the songs that you spitting
mad kid’s really fed up, gassed his mad head up
now he wants attention, so he decides to test em
he cries a lot, ambitions to tear up
sin you wanna see who’s the fraud, take a look in the mirror
juele jaw appaled all you yearn yenny yelled y’all
just to come to y’all when he fell off
trash, boy you a clover dike neo
man hiding under his over-hyped ego
better run into your poor reign
cause i bless bless bless the lord’s name
give him all cause i’m his glad servant
and tell krab he only a half serving
told you boy, that i own you boy
zombie master, im ya master, i sold you boy
told you boy, that im on you boy, jay ain’t a legend, he a soldier boy!
(final chorus)
za-om-bie
you’re over hyped
za-om-bie
it’s low you tried
za-om-bie
that was a weak attack
za-om-bie
you just got clapped
clown!

(beat switch)
(verse 5)
you been callin’ out too many people
and ya diss ain’t even lethal
switch and pick the singin’ lane
cause rap just ain’t yo thang
spelled my name out on ya track
thought you was original
but night cider did that
lemme break it down so literal
you came at me cause they gassed you up
told you go for yours so now whats up
they said for yours not the top players
and you ain’t top you bout down 5 layers
you are not god (god) and not an idle
at rap no shot, no survival
i suggest you move your genre over
k-pop is some fine exposure

(beat switch)
(verse 6)
ain’t no way a drake parody comin’ at me
cause ain’t fair to me at all kids that i gotta be
responding to any trash that they flow on the beat
so i’m sorry for any glass i might throw on the street
jay your problem still lasts, no control alt delete
i’m tired of lettin’ you win and
so i’m goin’ after all the blank respect you been gettin’
you always doing people grimey, just like how you livin
j okin always, just put down the pen g
a lways mood switchin, you can’t offend me
y ou chase a fantasy career, while i’m up here really busy
cut the beat, i’m tired of this kiddy

(accapella)
(verse 7)
i knew the outcome
you would easily be outdone
you got a feeble mind, just loud bruh
even if you are obnoxious right
you will never rock the mic
next time tell him not to fight
cause any person who can actually rap can knock his lights
you was outta pocket twice
this is round 1
jay ain’t a legend
but when the crowd comes
i’ll beat him hits
till he quits, and he’s a myth
and on that day i’ll say jay wasn’t a legend
but he is now one!

- king law

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