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Diss Track by Jenny Pradeau

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Diss Track

Diss Rap,male vocals

0:002:30
Lyrics
Description
(Intro – Spoken, calm and disrespectful)
You didn’t steal my lyrics…
You stole the idea of having any.
Let’s fix that.
(Verse 1)
You copy lines like homework, tryna pass and look smart,
But you can’t cheat on talent, you can’t plagiarize heart.
Your notebook’s just a graveyard full of borrowed bars and scraps,
Turning masterpieces to mess like you tripped into my traps.
Try to flex with stolen words, you look lost out of your zone,
You can’t build an empire using someone else’s throne.
I work hard, you work screenshots — that’s the level you defend,
We ain’t rivals, we ain’t equals… you’re a fan who pretends.
(Hook)
You don’t write, you repeat — that’s imitation, not creation.
You don’t rap, you repeat — that’s performer, not foundation.
You don’t build, you borrow — calling theft imagination.
I’m the author, you the echo — that’s a sad collaboration.
(Verse 2)
You say you wrote the flames, but I watched you chase the spark,
Trying to light a fireworks show with a flashlight in the dark.
You ain’t competition, you’re a compliment, a shadow with a goal,
Proving my lines hit deeper, since you can’t make your own soul.
You claim verses like trophies — yet you never won a fight,
You just show up to the battle holding weapons I write.
I drop truth, you drop copies, hoping credit sticks to you,
But a counterfeit designer still exposes every flaw in view.
(Bridge)
See, I don’t need to shout, I let the silence kill the pride,
You keep hanging off my lines like they’re giving you a ride.
If the only time you shine is when you steal a piece of me,
Then my light made you visible — and that’s your whole legacy.
(Hook)
You don’t write, you repeat — that’s imitation, not creation.
You don’t rap, you repeat — that’s performer, not foundation.
You don’t build, you borrow — calling theft imagination.
I’m the author, you the echo — that’s a sad collaboration.
(Outro)
So keep claiming all my lyrics — it just proves you need my pen,
When you finally make your own, call me… I might let you borrow again.
‘Til then you’re just a shadow, following quality you lack,
I write futures — you rewrite leftovers… and call that making tracks.