[Intro – ice cold delivery]
Yo Gez...
You called yourself “lyrical,” right?
Cute.
Let’s talk about it.
[Hook]
Lyrical Gez, but he ain’t got flow,
Spit sixteens that put crowds to doze.
Name drop truth and you vanish like mist,
Only bars you got? From your Spotify wishlist.
Gez sound deep but he drown in the track,
Style so stale, it collapse on impact.
You ain’t top tier, you a side-note glitch,
Just a SoundCloud poet with a mic and a twitch.
[Verse 1 – body shots]
Talkin' metaphors, but they basic and dead,
Only punchline hittin' is the voice in your head.
You rap like a TED Talk missin’ the crowd,
All filler, no killer — just vibes too loud.
Tryna flex with your wordplay, stop the cap,
Your cadence offbeat like a TikTok rap.
Say you lyrical? Nah, bro — you limp,
You rhyme "pain" with "rain" like a Pinterest simp.
Got a thesaurus but forgot how to feel,
All those words, but none of it real.
You a Twitter thread thinkin’ it’s deep,
But I seen harder bars in my YouTube sleep. The audience in the back be like “It AiN't ThAt DeEp” Don’t reply, This wannabe's gonna die, pussy ass has stage fright
[Hook]
Lyrical Gez, but he ain’t got flow,
Spit sixteens that put crowds to doze.
Name drop truth and you vanish like mist,
Only bars you got? From your Spotify wishlist.
Gez sound deep but he drown in the track,
Style so stale, it collapse on impact.
You ain’t top tier, you a side-note glitch,
Just a SoundCloud poet with a mic and a twitch.
[Verse 2 – direct disrespect]
Let’s be honest, Gez, who hyped your pen?
Your whole discography feel like pretend.
You talk pain, but you never been through it,
Real ones know — you just copy and glue it, Usin’ chat gpt for your lyrics? Let’s hear it
You rap like you beggin' for Reddit applause,
Every verse got that “please like me” cause.
Wanna be Nas, wanna preach to the youth,
But your message fall flat ‘cause it ain’t your truth.
You a vibe merchant — no soul, no scars,
Just a beat, a mic, and recycled bars.
So next time you claim you “the voice of the streets,”
Better speak from your chest — not just rhyme over beats.
[Bridge – mocking tone]
Lyrical Gez? More like Theoretical Gez.
You studied the game but failed the test.
Tryna spit gems but you droppin' confetti,
This diss like your dreams — dead already.
[Final Hook]
Lyrical Gez, but he ain’t got flow,
Spit sixteens that put crowds to doze.
Name drop truth and you vanish like mist,
Only bars you got? From your Spotify wishlist.
Gez sound deep but he drown in the track,
Style so stale, it collapse on impact.
You ain’t top tier, you a side-note glitch,
Just a SoundCloud poet with a mic and a twitch.
[Outro – mic drop]
Go write another verse ‘bout pain you ain’t felt,
While I sharpen this pen into lyrical belt.
No hate — just facts, no cap, no finesse...
It’s Lil’ Mueca, the real lyrical threat. Who just ended your career… Lil’ Mueca Out!
