thanks for guiding me how to write a diss verse and diss hook thank u i will definetly use this when i drop a diss rap thank u so much best diss rap best producer🎉❤🙏
When I go to sleep I like to use rain sounds from my phone and I liked the video and before the video was this video so at like the middle of the night I just heard this randomly and got scared for a a second then I laughed it off😂😂😂
Да для меня ты npc Eminem my enemy И не стой у меня на пути Распутье и разврат Привлекают опасности Опасность ,это мой стиль х2 (1 раз мой, 2 твой) Где опасность там прекрасно И однажды(х2 та же история как и вверху) (мы поменяем отенок ) (вместе) На темно-красный(вместе) Интро в счёт не Бери, а припев полностью ещё раз, то есть 2 раза подряд звучит
(Verse 1) Yo, listen up, let me tell you 'bout Steff, Ain't no diamond in the rough, just a cubic zirconia theft. Talkin' big game, but you're softer than silk, Tryna flex hard, but you're just made of milk. (Chorus) Steff, you're nothing but a wannabe star, But when it comes to real talent, you're just subpar. You can talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk, So take a step back, 'cause you're 'bout to get rocked. (Verse 2) Steff, you think you're hot, but you're just lukewarm, Your rhymes are weak, like a broken down storm. You're a joke, a clown in the rap game, Tryna compete, but you're always the same. (Chorus) Steff, you're nothing but a wannabe star, But when it comes to real talent, you're just subpar. You can talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk, So take a step back, 'cause you're 'bout to get rocked. (Bridge) You try to front, but we all see through, Your facade ain't fooling anyone, it's true. You're just a shadow, a pale imitation, So bow down now, to the real sensation. (Chorus) Steff, you're nothing but a wannabe star, But when it comes to real talent, you're just subpar. You can talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk, So take a step back, 'cause you're 'bout to get rocked. (Outro) So there you have it, Steff, the truth's been told, Your rap career's a joke, it's time to fold. Step aside now, let the real ones shine, 'Cause in this game, you're just runnin' outta time.
Sorry guys this was my diss to my brother beat here's the lyrics/ (Hook) Yo, Owen, time to face the truth, You’re livin’ in a fantasy, straight up uncouth. Talkin’ ‘bout your dreams, but you can’t even start, While I’m grindin’ hard, you’re just playin’ a part. (Verse 1) Owen, you ain’t tough, just a wannabe king, In this family arena, I’m the one with the ring. Step up to the plate, but you swing and miss, This diss is a lesson, so you better take this. (Hook 2) You think you’re so clever, but your bars are weak, In this rap battle, bro, I’m the one who’ll speak. Always tryna flex, but your muscles are fake, In this lyrical war, it’s your heart I’ll break. (Verse 2) Owen, you ain’t tough, just a wannabe king, In this family arena, I’m the one with the ring. Step up to the plate, but you swing and miss, This diss is a lesson, so you better take this. So listen up, Owen, I’m the one on the rise, In this rap game, I’m cuttin’ all the ties. You’re my brother, but I’m takin’ the crown, In this hard diss, its your name goin, down!
fire beat🦍🔥 i just wanted to write to this real quick😂 hope yall enjoy this song “down bad” Down Bad yeah down bad, be dissing behind a screen but not in person down bad, all confident but in person he acting nervous down bad, i heard he tried to call for help but he got no service down bad, when i pull up we giving stitches thats free surgery down bad, karma comes around but i ain’t trippin I’m too perfect down bad, you know i stand on business so don’t you cap for attention come slide slide, i heard you think you bold, lil boy just come and try try giving out free karma, let me show you how i dance i go cha cha hit em in his head, he tried to run for backup but got no reply make me mad, i stand on business ima show you ima about mines tried to diss me on that party pack, but got baptized ain’t heard from him in months, his rap career just died died brodie as caught cold feet, but you know i left em tongue tied down bad, be dissing behind a screen but not in person down bad, all confident but in person he acting nervous down bad, i heard he tried to call for help but he got no service down bad, when i pull up we giving stitches thats free surgery down bad, karma comes around but i ain’t trippin I’m too perfect down bad, you know i stand on business so don’t you cap for attention don’t be capping for attention, you know that ima trouble maker don’t be capping for attention, you know that i be hella dangerous don’t be capping for attention, lil bro that is not gonna get you famous pull up 1 deep up in my city, I ain’t tripping face to face, you know that he dipping, felt more safer behind a screen you know you ain’t different told his girl she better bend that as over and make it bounce i go by big dawg, get in that bed and let me pound it she said “i be loving the way you be hitting” and i be loving how you sounding down bad, be dissing behind a screen but not in person down bad, all confident but in person he acting nervous down bad, i heard he tried to call for help but he got no service down bad, when i pull up we giving stitches thats free surgery down bad, karma comes around but i ain’t trippin I’m too perfect down bad, you know i stand on business so don’t you cap for attention
@@jaleahbrown7978 😂😂 im sure they deserve it, most def n i appreciate u loving da song 🦍🖤 good luck with yo diss i could prolly pop a verse on there if u need me👀
The Danielle Leslie Self Diss Track (Verse 1) Yo, it's Danielle in the booth, can’t you see I’m a mess? Job huntin’ for a dream, but I’m stuck with no chess, Flippin’ burgers at BK, ain't that a sad flex? Life’s a joke and I’m laughin’ while I’m drownin’ in stress. No crew around me, they all dipped like my bank, Crazy in my ways, yeah, I’m a one-woman prank, Got that no-bae syndrome, ain’t no heart to bank, Relationships drop like I’m plummetin’ rank. (Chorus) I’m ugly as fuck, got no glow, just despair, Plastic surgery dreams, but my pockets laid bare, Can’t smell like a rose, bitch, I stink like a well, Had my head dunked in a loo, man, I’m livin’ in hell. (Verse 2) Talkin’ big game but my wallet got a curse, Countin’ all these pennies, damn, my life’s a reverse, Thuggin’ in the streets, but it’s all just a farce, Play the tough guy, but really I’m soft at my worst. Yo, I’m mad trippin’, can’t keep up with the drip, Look in the mirror, it’s a horror movie clip, Kissin’ all my dreams goodbye, it’s a sad script, Thinkin’ 'bout wildin’ out, but I’m stuck on this trip. (Chorus) I’m ugly as fuck, got no glow, just despair, Plastic surgery dreams, but my pockets laid bare, Can’t smell like a rose, bitch, I stink like a well, Had my head dunked in a loo, man, I’m livin’ in hell. (Bridge) Mirror, mirror, please don’t tell me the truth, Feelin’ like a joke, nah, my face ain't the proof, This self-diss hit different, the air's gettin' loose, Need a whole new vibe, bout to call in a truce. (Outro) So here’s to the struggle, to the madness I bring, Livin’ life broke, yeah, I wear that crown, King, But I’m still flexin’ hard, even when I can’t swing, Danielle Leslie, bitch, wait for my bell to ring.
Naravno, evo disstrack-a na Baksa: --- **Verse 1:** Bakse, gdje si? Uvijek iza scene, Tvoj rep je tanak, vrijeme da se skine. Hvališ se lajkovima, pratiocima, klikovima, Al' nemaš ništa reći, sve u praznim stihovima. Pričaš o ulici, al' znaš je samo s mape, Dok pravi reperi stvaraju, ti praviš sapunice od rapa. Sav si u fejmu, živiš za taj hype, Al' tvoje rime su prazne, ništa osim lajka nije vibe. **Chorus:** Bakse, bakse, gdje su tvoje rime, Kada stvarni reperi nastupe, ti nestaneš u tmini. Sve što imaš su cifre, al’ nemaš dušu, Ovaj diss je lekcija, daj malo da te smršam. **Verse 2:** Tvrdio si da si kralj, da si car u igri, Ali tvoja muzika je samo sjaj u masnoj igri. Imitiraš stilove, mijenjaš ih k’o čarape, Al' originalnost, brate, to je tvoja slabost glavna. Gledaš na druge, pa se sam sebe lažeš, A svi vide pravu sliku, nema tu laži ni maže. Kao sjena u noći, nestaješ kad sunce sja, Jer kad pravi MC-evi krenu, tvoj glas se izgubi, zar ne? **Chorus:** Bakse, bakse, gdje su tvoje rime, Kada stvarni reperi nastupe, ti nestaneš u tmini. Sve što imaš su cifre, al’ nemaš dušu, Ovaj diss je lekcija, daj malo da te smršam. **Bridge:** Vrijeme je da priznaš, nije sve u brojevima, Jer istinska snaga leži u onome što ostane iza. Pali si u igri, al’ nije kasno da se dižeš, Al' s ovim lažima, brate, nik
Bang bang that slaps they say raps back but the beats are just better They say the heat is fire But the beats just better The heats getting hotter The beast is back shiver on the block Another one
Hier ist ein härterer Disstrack mit Nomen-Reimen und starken Punchlines, basierend auf deiner Anfrage: --- Part 1: Die Tschetschenen klingeln, Bella Italia ist nicht mehr dein Versteck, Kein Schutz vor dem Echo, wenn der Respekt in Fetzen steckt. Du dachtest, du wärst König, doch dein Reich ist verbrannt, Dein Gesicht wie dein Image - nur noch Asche in der Hand. Deine Glatze glänzt, doch kein Glanz im Blick, Versteckst dich vor der Wahrheit, doch die Straße fickt dich mit. Die Klingel an der Tür ist der letzte Sound, den du hörst, Bella Italia? Jetzt ist es das Grab, das dich zerstört. --- Part 2: Anis, du stehst daneben, dein Stolz ist längst vergraben, Verraten für ein Stück von dem Kuchen, den du nicht verdienst zu haben. Ihr dachtet, ihr könnt spielen, doch das Spiel hat euch verzehrt, Jetzt klingeln sie bei dir, und der Tod ist unversehrt. Ihr dachtet, ihr seid safe, doch die Straße vergisst nie, Dein Gesicht sagt alles - Panik in jedem Pièce. Kein Entkommen vor dem Schatten, der sich über euch legt, Eure Namen verblassen, eure Zukunft wird gefegt. --- Part 3: Du hast dich operiert, doch die Narben sind geblieben, Kein Schnitt kann verstecken, wie tief du im Dreck geblieben. Dein Gesicht ist glatt, doch dein Rückgrat verbogen, Die Straße hat dir das Urteil gesprochen, verraten und betrogen. Sun Diego, deine Zeit ist vorbei, du hast alles verspielt, Während Mois auf der Straße bleibt, hast du dich selbst gekillt. Deine Lügen verfangen, kein Rückhalt in Sicht, Jetzt jagt dich die Realität, und die Wahrheit sticht. --- Part 4: Die Mafia im Nacken, du kannst nicht mehr fliehen, Jeder Schritt ist belauert, dein Schicksal längst entschieden. Anis, du dachtest, du wärst sicher, doch der Sturm zieht herauf, Während die Tschetschenen klingeln, nimmst du deinen letzten Lauf. Bella Italia, das war dein letzter Plan, Doch die Straße vergisst nicht, du kleiner Hohlkran. Deine Tricks sind verpufft, dein Spiel längst zu Ende, Jetzt zählst du die Sekunden, bis die Kugel dich fände. --- Die Tschetschenen, der Verrat und die tiefe Bedeutung der Feindschaft sind Kernpunkte dieses Disstracks. Der Bezug auf Sun Diegos Aussehen und seine Flucht zu Bella Italia ist stark betont, während die kriminellen Elemente seine Unsicherheit und den drohenden Untergang widerspiegeln.
Hook 2x Bi hayalim var yani gelecek benim Bi canım var yani ölecek benim Bi ruhum var yani maneviyatım benim Bi isteğim var o da huzur içinde öleyim Verse 1 Boşver sen bu benim ilgi alanım, Geleceğim benim elimde aynı anda ipli kuklayım, Anlamadım, ön yargı yıkıcı olamadı göbek adım Sen evinde salla, henüz görememişken öbür tarafını dağın İçimdeki öfkeyle aktifleşen bi yanardağım, Ecele hasret kalmışım ruhumun sarar bağı. Bıçaklarım fos dilimin keskinliğiyle akar kanın Herkes aynı ışık görmüş tavşan gibi şaşar kalır Şaşar kalırsınız değil mi? Bakar kalırsınız değil mi? Benden bunu beklemezsiniz değil mi? Ölsem, arkamdan ağlamazsınız değil mi?
There's this kid at my school who's really f*cking rude, and I used this instrumental to make a song and diss him. I showed to two of my friends and they were obsessed with the diss track I created
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