A diss track to Tom McDonald for dissing Mac Lethal. Lyrics Verse I Yo, Tom McDonald, let’s dismantle the mantle You’re stuck in scandal, handled like a flimsy candle You rant and ramble, can't scramble the channels Your fake rebellion’s shallow, echoes hollow like a vandal You scream about the culture, but you’re barely in the scene Preach about the struggles, yet you live in a dream You claim to be the voice, but your message is obscene A puppet in the system, you’re just part of the machine Chorus Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game Preaching controversy just to gain fame Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name Verse III You pander to the masses, play the victim card Selling fear and hatred, your rhetoric’s a facade Your lyrics lack substance, just a house of cards, I’m tearing down your empire, your throne’s in my yard You say you’re independent, but you’re chasing clout Contradictions in your message, what’s that all about? You’re a counterfeit rebel with a media route I’m the truth you can’t handle, let there be no shadow of doubt Chorus Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game Preaching controversy just to gain fame Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name Verse III You talk about being woke, but you’re asleep at the wheel Your facade is exposed, let’s keep it real You peddle paranoia, that’s your major appeal But your shallow depths can’t mask the surreal I dismantle your image with intricate lines Complex rhymes shatter your simplistic designs Your empire of echo falls with time This diss track’s a symphony, you’re just a mime Chorus Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game Preaching controversy just to gain fame Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name Outro Tom, take a seat, let the real emcees rise Your reign of mediocrity ends with these ties Complex bars and deeper truths, no disguise This diss track is your downfall as the title implies
Elterveztem egy világot magamnak Nézek fel az égre nem látom nekem az emberek mit adtak Hamis kepet kivetítőn magukrol adtak Továbbra is csak nézek fel az égre hátha ott lesz majd a mama Meg gyerekfejjel arról almodoztam Hogy nem kapok majd rosszat De kiderült az emberek 99%-a nálam rosszabb
Sinceramente te lo entrego todo Por qué bien o mal me enseñaste un poco de todo Y hablo de la música para que no pregunte Y no valla con chisme que yo ni supe
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A diss track to Tom McDonald for dissing Mac Lethal.
Lyrics
Verse I
Yo, Tom McDonald, let’s dismantle the mantle
You’re stuck in scandal, handled like a flimsy candle
You rant and ramble, can't scramble the channels
Your fake rebellion’s shallow, echoes hollow like a vandal
You scream about the culture, but you’re barely in the scene
Preach about the struggles, yet you live in a dream
You claim to be the voice, but your message is obscene
A puppet in the system, you’re just part of the machine
Chorus
Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game
Preaching controversy just to gain fame
Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same
Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name
Verse III
You pander to the masses, play the victim card
Selling fear and hatred, your rhetoric’s a facade
Your lyrics lack substance, just a house of cards,
I’m tearing down your empire, your throne’s in my yard
You say you’re independent, but you’re chasing clout
Contradictions in your message, what’s that all about?
You’re a counterfeit rebel with a media route
I’m the truth you can’t handle, let there be no shadow of doubt
Chorus
Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game
Preaching controversy just to gain fame
Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same
Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name
Verse III
You talk about being woke, but you’re asleep at the wheel
Your facade is exposed, let’s keep it real
You peddle paranoia, that’s your major appeal
But your shallow depths can’t mask the surreal
I dismantle your image with intricate lines
Complex rhymes shatter your simplistic designs
Your empire of echo falls with time
This diss track’s a symphony, you’re just a mime
Chorus
Tom McDonald, you’re a pawn in a flawed game
Preaching controversy just to gain fame
Your words fall flat, your rhymes are all the same
Complexity you lack, it’s time to reclaim the name
Outro
Tom, take a seat, let the real emcees rise
Your reign of mediocrity ends with these ties
Complex bars and deeper truths, no disguise
This diss track is your downfall as the title implies
Elterveztem egy világot magamnak
Nézek fel az égre nem látom nekem az emberek mit adtak
Hamis kepet kivetítőn magukrol adtak
Továbbra is csak nézek fel az égre hátha ott lesz majd a mama
Meg gyerekfejjel arról almodoztam
Hogy nem kapok majd rosszat
De kiderült az emberek 99%-a nálam rosszabb
Может ты попал в мой капкан
Может ждёшь все ночи и дни
Вновь идёшь за мной по пятам
Но погасли эти огни
how does my song sound???
Sinceramente te lo entrego todo
Por qué bien o mal me enseñaste
un poco de todo
Y hablo de la música para que no pregunte
Y no valla con chisme que yo ni supe