Manzy - Triad (feat. Bad Karma) Lyrics

It's been a few minutes but I'm back now
Running laps round most you people in the game better watch out
Heard a rapper drop my name what he tryna gain
Cause you can't sound hard when you sound pretty gay
You talk real big for a guy so small
Ain't talkin bout muscles cause I'm talkin bout balls
You wanna be me won't happen at all
I'm long gone you're in a car that's stalled
Uh yeah venom in my veins don't call me batman cause bro I'm bane
You know it's gas when I'm spitting propane
And I light up anybody who be getting in my way like yuhh
I'm dragon born see so the bars I drop have intensity
And I'm levelling up bro you know what that means
I'm saying I would kamehameha ya bro please
Yeah yeah everybody sound the same
I'mma take em all out like a bullet to a brain
Bang bang bang now they lying in grave
That's six feet down where the songs should stay
Y'all sound like politicians always talk a big game never follow with it
Always talk about lanes but you're never driven
I'm a quarterback dawg cause I got da vision
Yeah yeah spitting straight facts
Never goin miss cause I'm way too cracked
The pen game good and you know it never ever lacks
Shout out to the team cause I know they got my back like ah
Not afraid to speak my mind
And I'mma speak my truth in a world of lies
And if you feel triggered then you're the first one to die
Cross me the wrong way and you won't leave here alive
I get that you ain't been happy with your circumstance
Tryna bend the truth about yourself kinda like rubber bands
Couldn't give a UHH if you been tryna say your girl's a man
Bigger fish to fry besides the one that's in ya boyfriend's pants
Backpack rappers wannabe Shady's
Writing lyrics in the closet hopin they can see Hailey
Spending hours in a dictionary honestly maybe
You should go write a f*ckin book instead of busting to lyrics daily
And cumming to stupid phrases and touching on topics basic
The white rapper starter pack buncha lil Marshall babies
So like a rhyme find a rhyme write a rhyme oh
You bite a rhyme bitch yo f*ck a rhyme hoe
Cuz you rhyme but you ain't put a bar in it
So the bar go down like ya streams do
When we rap you can tell there's a Stark difference
Cuz I'll go down if I killed you
Yeah I'm gettin bitter again I guess it depends
On what I'm writing with I'm strokin clits with the pen
Then Strokin a neck with inky swipes and flicks of the hand
I'm killin you man and every single one of your friends
I'm uppin the lens like glasses in hand that used to magnify ray
Glass is used for sippin on the ice cold gin in the back of a benz
With an armrest in a dark sense I'm an artist
Who don't give a damn bout where the car rests
I could name a hundred rappers that I'm better than
But I know no one wants to talk about it
Yeah that's fine
I just started already feeling just like a veteran
It got me thinking that this year sums up
My whole life
Everybody tryna be another Carti Yeat or Eminem
I'm imminent not Eminem so get your facts right
Everybody worries bout the place I was beginning at
That's how I got away with where I was last night
I'm gonna snatch the mic I'm part barbarian
Rook with a book an pen and I start scaring them
Tearing through pages and swearing raging
Preparing for flaming you lames and whatever game that you're playing
Whippersnapper rappers making silly decisions
Distorted I'd rather flipping listen clippin
I'm sick you bitching even thinking of dissing of me bro
You musta been wishing you dissing like a whispering hoe
Gonna count to 3 cause you bout to be thrown off the balcony
This is first degree murder
Undoubtedly leave you sound asleep
I know your bound to weep so it hurts to breath further
You grave wishing but ain't that deep
I had you pegged you for snake but you a straight up sheep
You been clout chasing an cloud chasing
I don't who you think you outpacing
I'm out pacing enraged by your statement yea right you wish
Your ish so basic cold hard truth bitch face it
Sting you like a killer bee it's killing me
Listen to ya in little leagues
Distorted your diss didn't do diddly
Literally make you wake up and have an sudden epiphany
Cuz rapping ain't for you I'm out here bringing the skillet heat
The skill in me you couldn't land a punch
My agility's way above your ability seriously disappear
Cause you half witted but I'm sick wit it when I spit lyrics
You can sit with it for a quick minute
But won't get it no poetic flow pathetic
Made yourself a bed and foe now you're bed wetting
It's just I'm way better factually I implore you to stop
In fact actually get back to me when your balls have dropped
So I can kick you in the sorest spot
You're moron here mourn ya loss