[Verse 1: Solace]
Kidding, but only since the best will jest when dissing,
Listen, call me your mother, because I'm best at spitting,
Ya rep I'm ripping, invest in vests on when you test might,
And at Cole, SajN better keep his dots calm like website,
I've got you to stop too, I stomp dudes, I'm not kiddin',
I'm top two, you're-in-8 like what I do to your top writtens,
Yeah you're honestly far from me, I'd rather battle myself,
I'll ghostwrite for you, at least I could shatter my health,
I'm hungry, I've got hunger pains, and I just see haze,
Visions, I Am Crazy, yet for you it won't "be kay",
I'll ravage and savage you, we'll never be out on truce,
I'll keep having a shitty life, witty write then take it out on you,
Em better push it forward, or else you'll stutter, scream,
'Cause when I'm done with you, you'll run to recovery,
Smother me with hatred and blaze it with some covering,
Of blood smothered things, see how tiring running be,
Bitches.
[Chorus: Solace]
Solace, Anon, forever we butcher writers,
Flamed like enemies was put to lighters,
We see all the hate, and we making it worse,
Dropping dopest lines on the face of the earth,
We are the generals.
[Verse 2: MC Anonymous]
Who wanna face the lyrical beast, get scraped wit spherical beats,
of bullets when I pull it, clack and release
from Pre-caledrical eras, terror from words on the sheets
curb stomp your motherfucking jaw to get your word on the streets
absurd at the least, I’m verbally distinguished as Odd
a visage of God, I’m vicious like Koreans to Dogs
European Puerto Rican, leaking a flow
deceiving with prose, keeping a hold so I beast in this show
Rip it to pieces and throw, away the key, this is my time
I don’t give a fuck if you rhyme with some high lines
shining with my mind, blind the eyes
with high tides of rhyme, verbal design is prime
The type to eradicate bitches, and sew they pictures
into my stitches, to remember then lacerate visage
and tear the bone from the tendon, then bend it
and wear the only thing left in the skin as a honorable pendant.
[Chorus: Solace]
Solace, Anon, forever we butcher writers,
Flamed like enemies was put to lighters,
We see all the hate, and we making it worse,
Dropping dopest lines on the face of the earth,
We are the generals.
[Verse 3: Solace]
Hitting harder in verse 3, spitting smarter to hurt thee,
I apostle the burning of these authors for cursing,
I'll test your tooth, see I'm past just well ahead of you,
And next to choose: Kill you or rap until your rep is ruins,
Don't try to step to truest, or else I'll fight so ruthless,
Jab and stab, blame and flame you with lighter fluid,
Slaughter brains, lines will make the sky quite hot for days,
Not so trained, rhymes still stake get by like marksman aim,
Test it, go, I'll mess ya throat with my slick steady frame,
I'm already crazed, so what can I do with machete blades?
Know that Solace is right, fuck giving you solid advice,
I'll say it's bullshit and wack, when really all of it's tight,
Back on my A game, make sure you choke and you die,
Second hand, I fill ya lungs with the smoke from my lines,
Got ya arteries, clog it then die, with the smog in the sky,
Filling you up, take ya dignity and then lock it inside.
[Chorus: Solace]
Solace, Anon, forever we butcher writers,
Flamed like enemies was put to lighters,
We see all the hate, and we making it worse,
Dropping dopest lines on the face of the earth,
We are the generals.