[Verse 1: Elijah]
I guess I'll start off this track
Just take a seat and sit back
As I just prove that your shit's wack
That sad excuse for a diss track
You guys are only hating on us just cuz we excelled?
Now watch us pull every single card you pussies have dealt
Have you ever seen Ye diss Gucci Mane?
Has Eminem ever made a full diss track to Waka Flocka Flame?
Did Nas give a fuck about post-prison Shyne?
Well that never will happen cuz hating on people who ain't close to your level is wasting your time
So clearly you saw our compositions as some competition
Or maybe you thought spittin' disses would get you recognition
I'll offer you a proposition, only under one condition
Y'all just quit ya bitchin' and I won't leave you guys with a mortician
Since Dazh and Shawn talked, I figured we'd both do fine
More or less you said we're cool, you're lucky I don't lose mine
Sorry to out-flow you, didn't mean to floss dude
But we always come before you, that must be why we crossed you
Come on guys, all you said was we got no flow
We killing you bitches, you know so
That's the bottom line just cuz I spoke so, no stone cold
I swear that you pussies have really just gotta be so slow or loco
To not even realize that ProSoul is so dope
Did you really think you'd get away with hatin' on geniuses?
You thinking that you could beat us, you'll regret how you treated us
Abortin' you small fetuses so please just hop off our penises
Or we'll slaughter you pussies we don't care how mad PETA gets
I'm poisoning you bitches with the points I'm raisin'
What you don't get is that you guys can't phase me
So if we all just can't get along and y'all just continue ragin'
I'll leave you dudes Rodney Kingin', pushing up daisies
[Verse 2: Dazh]
Y'all are full of yourselves; constipated, all bloated
Y'all sweet to me, no need to sugar coat it
Press that semi-automatic aiming at your colon
Run forrest
You pissed me off when you tried to shit on me
Hypocrites but y'all got a flow deficiency
No need for infantry, you low lives epitome
Your execution was poor, show you how it's done with a guillotine
You're just a bunch of hecklers, this is shit records
If you think you are better then us put in the effort
Shot at my friends I think of you lessor and you are not clever
You should cool down your temper, we'll skin you alive like a leopard - Chuck Testa vendetta
I heard Eminem diss 'Soul
Instead I found 3 wannabes, now I feel rick roll'd
You took shots with that caliber
Crackers that wasn't a massacre, you amateurs
Red talking that bullshit, I am your matador
This ain't beef, this is Simon Cowell
You aren't raw, I didn't wanna waste my time having to respond
And you were gonna waste your time attacking team pops?
Assassinate you in the booth like Abraham Lincoln
A mere mortal, never a beast
You were born in London, Ontario not born in the streets
Tryin' to catch up to us, be faster to catch a disease
Genesis, gain knowledge, be like an apple and hang from the tree
[Verse 3: Isiah]
ProSoul's on the throne so believe when we say kingdom come
Revelations to Genesis, ain't no joke and ain't no pun
Here's the punch, spike it cuz that's how I be, ain't no bun
Smack talk from the east ain't shit considering that's where I'm from
Y'all probably end all up in jail and that is where you'll rot son
Ironically you'll end up behind bars when y'all ain't got none
All of y'all acting black, y'all whiter than a Spanish May
Ain't no way you'll survive going up against Dazh, me and Rae
Your flow is like a pregnant chick, get ready for my segment bitch
My verse got more destructive power than a ball that's wreckin' shit
You takin' hits, rapping like you stay legit, you fakin' it
And with your shitty lyrics, Good luck makin' it, quit shaking bitch
I guess I'll start off this track
Just take a seat and sit back
As I just prove that your shit's wack
That sad excuse for a diss track
You guys are only hating on us just cuz we excelled?
Now watch us pull every single card you pussies have dealt
Have you ever seen Ye diss Gucci Mane?
Has Eminem ever made a full diss track to Waka Flocka Flame?
Did Nas give a fuck about post-prison Shyne?
Well that never will happen cuz hating on people who ain't close to your level is wasting your time
So clearly you saw our compositions as some competition
Or maybe you thought spittin' disses would get you recognition
I'll offer you a proposition, only under one condition
Y'all just quit ya bitchin' and I won't leave you guys with a mortician
Since Dazh and Shawn talked, I figured we'd both do fine
More or less you said we're cool, you're lucky I don't lose mine
Sorry to out-flow you, didn't mean to floss dude
But we always come before you, that must be why we crossed you
Come on guys, all you said was we got no flow
We killing you bitches, you know so
That's the bottom line just cuz I spoke so, no stone cold
I swear that you pussies have really just gotta be so slow or loco
To not even realize that ProSoul is so dope
Did you really think you'd get away with hatin' on geniuses?
You thinking that you could beat us, you'll regret how you treated us
Abortin' you small fetuses so please just hop off our penises
Or we'll slaughter you pussies we don't care how mad PETA gets
I'm poisoning you bitches with the points I'm raisin'
What you don't get is that you guys can't phase me
So if we all just can't get along and y'all just continue ragin'
I'll leave you dudes Rodney Kingin', pushing up daisies
[Verse 2: Dazh]
Y'all are full of yourselves; constipated, all bloated
Y'all sweet to me, no need to sugar coat it
Press that semi-automatic aiming at your colon
Run forrest
You pissed me off when you tried to shit on me
Hypocrites but y'all got a flow deficiency
No need for infantry, you low lives epitome
Your execution was poor, show you how it's done with a guillotine
You're just a bunch of hecklers, this is shit records
If you think you are better then us put in the effort
Shot at my friends I think of you lessor and you are not clever
You should cool down your temper, we'll skin you alive like a leopard - Chuck Testa vendetta
I heard Eminem diss 'Soul
Instead I found 3 wannabes, now I feel rick roll'd
You took shots with that caliber
Crackers that wasn't a massacre, you amateurs
Red talking that bullshit, I am your matador
This ain't beef, this is Simon Cowell
You aren't raw, I didn't wanna waste my time having to respond
And you were gonna waste your time attacking team pops?
Assassinate you in the booth like Abraham Lincoln
A mere mortal, never a beast
You were born in London, Ontario not born in the streets
Tryin' to catch up to us, be faster to catch a disease
Genesis, gain knowledge, be like an apple and hang from the tree
[Verse 3: Isiah]
ProSoul's on the throne so believe when we say kingdom come
Revelations to Genesis, ain't no joke and ain't no pun
Here's the punch, spike it cuz that's how I be, ain't no bun
Smack talk from the east ain't shit considering that's where I'm from
Y'all probably end all up in jail and that is where you'll rot son
Ironically you'll end up behind bars when y'all ain't got none
All of y'all acting black, y'all whiter than a Spanish May
Ain't no way you'll survive going up against Dazh, me and Rae
Your flow is like a pregnant chick, get ready for my segment bitch
My verse got more destructive power than a ball that's wreckin' shit
You takin' hits, rapping like you stay legit, you fakin' it
And with your shitty lyrics, Good luck makin' it, quit shaking bitch
( ProSoul )
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