Shyan Diss Track

Yeah, this the Shyan Diss Track
Heard you been spittin too, if you real then come spit back
Or sit back, stay delaying all your fucking shit tracks

Yall done snake a nigga too much
Stay on that drake fake love shit
But like one, fire spitting out my mouth like an oven
You’re nothin, tall, lion hearted, yeah, keep on frontin
Cause if we talkin bout bars, there shouldn’t be a discussion

Plan was A.B write the bars, and you man the percussion
Plan was A.B write the bars, and you man the production
Plan was you go drop this track, but you niggas just stayed bluffin
Feb 14 pass, not 1 fucking track dropped, much less a dozen

I saw this comin
Too much on that slow track stay lovin
And you whined and complained when your mans didn’t do nothin
Like toughen, much said but still on the fucking introduction
Could say the same to me but watch me drop some the same week

Im bout to diss a nigga so hard like are we still on the same team
We both in uni still, but are we still in the same league
How’s the weather up there, are my bars steady uppin the degrees?
Constant hurt motherfucker, did I hurt your esteem?

Like nigga please, picked the wrong fight with a real G
Get bodied by a nigga half a foot smaller with weak knees
With big dreams, to real for defeat, i'm lowkey, im discreet
Leave niggas deceased, autopsy said suicide from bars that were too weak

I’m too fleek
I’m unlike you and A.B
Couldn’t even drop one track, an interlude, a C.D
Like the alphabet I’ll steady drop the fucking rest, e-z
Easily, best motherfucker from the 6ix, it seems to be

Seamlessly transition, what’s a fucking snake to a serpent
Still remember when young Shyan found meaning and a purpose
Little grin on his face, so nervous, hyped and determined
From that one prom day this nigga was no longer a virgin

My man set up all these goals, preaching all this shit like a sermon
Half the shit you said and promised, like a nigga still be searching
Like whose mans is dis, half guyanese and half persian
How you be droppin tracks with A.B, act like yall ain’t the same person

My Man dyed his hair blonde to fucking establish a difference
Nah nigga both your bars are still trash, same beard, same appearance
Too busy on that mumble, sing mainstream, all hype with no lyrics
This be half diss track, half savage, all satiric

I’m the real 6 god, I’m the gift that keeps giving
Real Gs got no time for sneak dissin or street snitchin
It’s a given, I was born on this earth with a fucking mission
And I’ll murk any man that try diss me, or my disposition

I’ll murk anyone, hide your mom, grandma, wife and your children
I’ll murk anything from militant, guard, security or civilian
You either die a hero, or live long enough to see you become the villain
You say how bitches made your heart cold, blood chilled, you reptilian

But Before I go
Let me talk bout how hoes stole your soul
Since S.L , talkin how they o u between fuckin hoes
Always talk bout goals, never really looking at the whole
You look for her mind to speak
But her body talkin more
And I guess that’s how it goes
And I guess that’s how it rolls
Guess you can never be certain
Guess you can never say for sure
And it’s used just to escape
But then, pussy make a slave
Some think the pussy make a man
And I just think a different way
I guess i'm less basic, less simple, less normal and more unique
I guess when I be talkin real I’m just spitting all this fucking heat
I guess when I be spittin bars, I’m just setting fire to the beat
I guess when I’m on the fucking mic, it comes from my soul and speaks
I say, this the diss track, and here’s the fucking disclaimer
Drop one back, and I’ll leave you in my prayers
This the diss track, and here’s the fucking disclaimer
Drop one back, if it’s your life that you wager
Yeah, this the Shyan Diss Track
Heard you been spittin too, if you real then come spit back
Or sit back, stay delaying all your fucking shit tracks