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letra de obeseshek sucksena (diss track) - sirebrum

[verse 1]
erstwhile, 2 years ago, my cuz skripture posted 1 of my joints in a group
which i was not a facet of but i won’t front when i say i had a desire, i was trying to route
my way into the group and even skripture knew that this alliance would be fruit-
-ful to the outright culture ’cause incrementally by my writing i proved
that i held the aptitude to contribute to the moment so finally the move
was made: hip hop heads india, “i might reach great heights with this boost”
so i gradually acquainted myself, shared my content & it got liked and approved
time passed, and i realized that i got my bond with ’em ripe in just two-
-months, but i wasn’t the only one versed, everybody had electrifying attributes
for an instance, skripture and jagdish had a voracious appetite to consume
albums, mixtapes, eps, everything that the culture has to offer: minute or huge
lyrichill: a talented lyricist & mac on the mic could spit fire in the booth
suksham and rutvik were like lil brethren, disciples in youth
and since i wanted to embellish the circle, i gladly provided the group
with a passionate producer: 3oc, we all were transforming into lions in a zoo
not to forget, abhishek saxena: the admin who could delight and amuse
so altogether we were siles to the group, as a whole like the joints n’ the screws
debating on hip hop, political affairs, discussions on religion, even science in a loop
year n’ a half forward, it’s a joint family, we’re like the boys in a hood
but we still accepted expansion, so lately we were joined by a dude
aliased sawney slasher, and trust me his breaking-down sk!lls are “oooooh”
the most dexterous lyricist the group ever had, a leviathan, a brute
and a few more members: seek, a poet so refined n’ so groomed
honorable mentions: nikhil, rajan, zevil, saish n’ anuj
now i’m gonna solely talk about the admin, and i want you to undersee him through my point of views
abhishek: 27 years, the oldermost partic-p-nt: appointed the troop’s
chieftain, a tall adult, acknowledged ’bout the politics & several domains known with the news
a patron of nas with a capability that in a very short time he could-
dash off a jocular verse makin’ us crack up like we’re listening to a poem in a school
and as far as being an admin, he was doing his duty so even we were abiding the rules
he was by the side all the time even when that anand sh-t popped up, he was fighting intruders
but there was a kink in his character: the moment after a booze, his mind would diffuse
so he’d act all silly in the group, even target members, revile and abuse
and this resulted in a paranoia ’cause his immoral acts reached points, it was rude
anyways, fast forward, a joint event was organized in the group:
cypher carnival: sawney’s creation, and for you, g, the reverence, the points will be due
a 12-day event with a dozen members given a day each to manifest the rhymes all they drew
with a one month prep so that the partaking volunteers couldn’t come up with a timing excuse
but owing to my academic schedule i couldn’t take part, made me annoyed n’ confused
plus side by side, forthy some unsought roadblock i had to penelopize my reviews
a week post event, i’m reading their presentation, and find they made incredible noise from the crew
but a mishap, the admin in his feelings posted his verse prior with a crying attitude
so when i thought of setting the things right and gave out a statement which criticized, rebuked
he couldn’t take it and brought a life to that paranoia: i got removed
.
[interlude]
listen, i don’t hold any grudges for you
well, i do
you knew i was evolving by every track
i know that you liked ‘clapping back’
so what you’re gonna perceive next is the epitome of evolution
and this is my clap back
.
[verse 2]
what really struck my mind was that you even had your oldest acquaintance skripture removed
and i don’t give a f-ck if you had a beer bottle up your b-tthole or you were sniffing some glue
you couldn’t even handle factual criticism and tried to split up your dudes
well, i got my script ready with this clip and i’m about to direct your picture, you fool
you were an insult as a head, you bloated bubble, i’ma show you who an admin is
an admin is a person who the members confide in ’cause they believe that he can assist
the whole group at the time of these proceedings, be duty-bond, be prompt, posolutely act with wits
an admin got the power to bestow the group with gold-status, an admin is an alchemist
an admin keeps his temperament in check and volunteers for a change, an admin is an activist
but you had none of these parameters, your only domain was “how to smack your d-ck!”
and since your verses were no-frills which made you look like a urine drinking raggled-limp
i’ma spit a verse of my own and maybe then you get to know what battle rapping is
what you thought? you could wield everyone’s existence in the group, abhishek?
fallacy! you committed a bish, ‘shek but i’m about to commit something which gon’ make abhi shake
got caught up in his feelings n’ sh-t, i don’t like you crying b-tches, i’m here to give a bish ache
i’ve earned a god-title, pig, since i was name-dropping my first victim, people saw a bish shake
you had the brass, now i fit this big cap in ya head, your life’s cut-short like a hiccup
long haul ahead, so i jump, i cross you, you gon’ die agonal, eff around, i tear a bish up
i won’t worship an idle like you, i prey on what’s offered, chop yo gut with a sickel
abhishek i will do you so dirty, you won’t heal from an ointment when i wash you with a clip up
forget a mic, skin you in the ab, a sh-g is the sole thing you try to lift up
skripture, my shun: a might, skript being by your side was the evident reason that this group got picked up
abhi, man you got c-cksure with the time, we looked up to you as a big bud
now i ensnare you in my labyrinth, i drone acharayas who try to trick us
these bars gon’ get dense as i push you deep, my fam got my back & they’re ’bout to circle you
you got in on your own will but you ain’t making out alive, this’s the kurukshetra chakravyuh
he told skript he’s a big fish, you was urgin’ me
now bow to the archer before i lift up the weapon, with this arm up i rupture you
haryanvi elephant ! i curse ya place
1. put you in the trunk. 2. target the beam 3. blow ya head with a mace
labyrinth: i blow ya head with a maze, i’m ace, i blow ya head with amaze
yeah we know you took a great pride in disclosing who nas is back in those days
but you never followed his creed of union of the races, that made you critical
because even we all as hip hop heads in sync make up a race but you tried to cripple us
you see even i carry in the bragging rights, but i won’t spit gibberish
in case my homies censure me, i would welcome it with open arms ’cause i know they want me to reach the pinnacle
hubris always strips one off his zest and debilitates an individual
once you get the wings, keep a check on your boundaries or witness an epic fall: icarus
i would let you pass if a plea would’ve dropped at my footsteps, but nah, you’ve been a wh0re
thee see his ass getting bullied, i pierce these two h-rns in his forehead: minotaur
abhishek, i’ll make you face the desert, run like a refugee, i strike you
stepping in this marsh’ll leave you with a fatal bruise for not following the law, i snipe you
i pull up at ya hearth with a mask on, this mf gon’ meet his doom in the near future: frightful
you know why you gonna blow up to ashes? ’cause the pop’s behind you
i’ll bump a raï instrumental while i let my cleaver grind
bisect yo brain & place its half in your hand, you can literally have ya peace of mind
once i wrap him like a birthday present, i won’t fling this deadbeat aside
i’d rather keep ‘shek in the box, i got greed inside
rakhi sawant, every night you surf her striptease images and ej-cul-te on bed
jerking ya two-incher and heading towards subway is the only time you shake your leg
pr-ck of an admin who got suspended ’cause he had his run exploit
-ed, i’m p-ssed the f-ck off ’cause i’m guilty that all i did was shake hands with the unemployed
put a round in your middle, these verbal clips never buffer, this ain’t youtube
i grab a hold of ‘shek’s mug and shake it round and round like i’m mixing my fruit juice
you said you belonged to the dean mcs, your verses didn’t even have a single punful mount
we thought you were the highbrow head of the hood but shame on you, you failed to run this town
now stay the f-ck out, why’re you swavering? stay persistent, why’re you trynna jump in now?
this proves that the place you belong is my d-ck’s skin: meant to shake up & down
this lectical m4 carbine’s finna show you what comes forth when hulk’s aroused
i smash you with a blow and you’ll be flat, the chrome addicts k!ll like when trumpets sound
on this mic, once the twins get unstrapped, the rounds come out like a p-rno tape
me, i could leave a diss aside, but your deeds were nuts, now they’re blowing on yo face
so the iron is equipped, a ray be a reason this ogre lays
‘shek’s getting his head wrapped like i changed his religion: aurangzeb
saxena, he sucks n’ a bartender’s cellular bottle’s what you suck ‘sena
you ever go broke, i’ll lend you rum shots, brother, i’m benevolent enough to grant you bucks ‘sena
i’ll spike up ya hair with cowdung and make you backflip in a pool full of buffalo p-ss
this armament i annex as i bring a nexus with me and we buckle yo sh-t
what you thought? you could establish imperialism and make us beg for the back up?
you 500 pounds baboon, we’re autonomous men, we’ve been through dreadful disasters
so in a fraction of minutes, we cemented together for we’ve learned how to stand up
now look at us and look at you, “karma always got things planned up”
give me a bona fide reason why we should reconsider your presence as a factor?
you never wrote a sorry text, you never dropped a guilty confession venting repentance, rather
you dm seek & rutvik that you were frustrated ’cause you had your spinal cord fractured
abhishek, you were supposed to plead to me, i was the one whom you threw filth at first
what was wrong with my critiquing when all i wanted was to aid in hoisting your craft up ?
i did not insult you, i did not belittle you, your composition never got bashed up
read the text again, i even posted a crimson-heart emoticon after
stop drinkin’ bottled-piddle, obeseshek, for ya life’s sake, give up the habit !
why would i dub you as ‘big b’? ’cause bynames are the results of attachments
gave you a shout-out on a freestyle, ’cause back then you sustained your status
but you let the alcohol gradually poison your brain, and you eventually forgot how to man up
you period-p-ssy sniffing, orangutan look-alike ungrateful b-st-rd
and stop flaunting your political lore, taste a bjp peter, you hypocritical braggart
couldn’t even keep peace in your web and you care for the masses? you make me crack up
listen! a man with a cleft in his convictions and conduct always fails to act tough
in case he discovers himself stuck in life’s alternatives, his self hypocrisy becomes his hazard
speakin’ of battles, you had the worst scoring
you never won over skripture, if you were that good, why were you ducking the first option?
until seek with that myers angle made you face the facts, he let a teen girl spark him
you had the longest losing streak from the whole roster: curt hawkins
you met skripture in personal and all you debated was effin’ b-tches and your randiness
he was expecting you to dig into the roots and foundations of rap, you ain’t a scr-p in this –
– culture, you blackballed k-rino & labelled tech n9ne ‘wack’ discrediting canibus
now this rhino holdin’ a k & a tec-9’s gonna whack you to a coma and smoke you like cannabis
your contribution to the group was blank, you were barely filling the sp-ce like an ad-lib
i’m aiming at men who bring dishonor to the title of an admin
you wasted writer, what you call a fat admin? you call him a fatmin
yes, skripture was keepin’ a hundred when he said, barwise, “i add max. while you add min.”
tissues crushed, wiping ‘shek off from my mouth like a napkin
this reaction on the cam’ll breakdown your structure shockingly leaving you with no life like a shaq vid
no more fiction, folk, this madness you inflamed in me has got me strapped in
this g*nius gon’ pop the smith and you will be sent flying in the air like jasmine
pluck cords, tromp bones, i jazz men, sling ya body, ‘fore you hit the base like jazz men
we see you, we chant a boo ‘shek, we raised your palace, we bore the lamp in
i mindread ya far from a distance, i’m a magician spelling with a black pen
whosoever alike i see roamin’, i’ve excavated a cave, i trap a lad in
i’ma treat you as a curious case for pushing my b-tton which you were not supposed to tap in
suksham & rutvik matured up, you never, you’re still the p-b-scent reversing in age: brad pitt
what you gonna do when distress in a daisy chain daws on you? you gonna smash it?
lightning-strike you seven times & stake your dome with a metal rod: benjamin franklin
i’m just introducing you to bars, since you’re an alcohol gobbler
so i’ma use the same angle coming up to showcase that i’m a smart author
no more sunny days like corleone, this marlin sword’s gonna get ya dropped, slaughtered
i’m the don and most of my boys from the group are now shooters willing to pop cans on ya face: godfather
lyrically i’ve ascended the azure, but you never got farther
at this instant, we are hovering above, we are the reason the group got fostered
now face the wrath of gods for those bogus pretensions, you turned your back on an armed laager
extinguisher, get drowned in your sakes, this imperial blew your back: kingfisher
in a challenge, this roy’ll stack up puffed heads of you stray serps
quit that 9 to 5, go for barley farming, start moving haywards
sweat up a little, pick some weight, go find you some labour
you knew i had a sick nature n’ i ensure you this showpiece will be a black label
on your existence until your mortality, this gon’ get a lot darker
you thought that you could channel seek and she would let you make that spot slottered?
she’s our d-ch-ss, you will never blend her pride, no you will not alter
our psych by any means, no matter what you offer, sir’s choice is to get ya outlawed, boarded
missing those magical moments right? punic faith! you are the exemplum
you zucker rat, look above, everybody is a bat in my circle: bacardi emblem
how you feel when you read these gore texts fired at you by an apt rimer?
we all scotch plastic b-tches, whole band’ll march on you like the bagpiper
i’ll hop in wherever you’re traced, you’ll get mauled in the building with a drastic thump
you tried to brew a beast from the east, now this track is what i bring for mending all the damage done
sh-t ain’t simple, i’ll diss till ya vainglorious fraction’ll cramp n’ curb
then bottle up the spirit, disassemble the cadaver & cask it up
bars !
i should’ve known that this man is scaly, a melodramatic turk
oh you’re iffy and t–ter while dealing with people, you get distracted up?
this diss track gon’ make ya ball up like a pangolin while i wrap this verse
that’s why now you are the one who’s singled, stranded, konsensus friends
are not with you, you are in a reclusion from your regiment
and i know my words will raise your bp, it’s evident
but i don’t give a flying f-ck, your isolated, you failed at pairing: ssm
i’m a contagion, n0body knows my passage, i flow in quick
this response, you never smelled it coming right? like when you caused the rift
i develop a deleterious affinity towards my hosts, i slowly dig
into these receptors, i already said that i’m an ace to these phony drips
hijack your brain cells, inhibit your defense mechanisms, explosive grips
are compassing around n’ i’m on ya inflaming your roly-poly skin
i’ll chase you on your 9 to 5, you’ll see me flash my device, to make the story sick
i’ll bring all of my dawgs to turn your lights out, the whole hood will clap metal on some modi sh-t
“neither pump nor gas me”, how i will address my haters
i’m the possessor of this crown, ’cause i’m surgical with the tongue, my sense enables
n95: i filter out these contaminants and i resp a raider
this sh-t is a novel, i rap until the last breath in my lungs, i vent til later
you not curbing your mouth got you socially distanced, we won’t shake hands and let a rodent bite us
anybody who’s too weak’s gon’ rest on a bed 6 feet neath, i can assure my mind was-
-set to hit you in your core and teen your feelings, get you locked down and kerf you, to moralize, thus
this disaster outbroke and turned your world upside down: coronavirus
.
[outro]
stop being frustrated
put down the bottles
don’t chase the p-ssy
this poet got you punctured lately
you wanna get back in the group?
loose your fat by a hundred kg

- sirebrum

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