False Idol by Miles Canady Lyrics
Part 1 - False Idol
[Verse]
Lauryn Hill was right
You can’t win if you ain’t right within, so you been taking every L in sight
You bringing terror, right?
Let’s talk about how I dissed you to your face and you were looking scared as hell that night
Went to the car crying, went home and hopped on the net fast
All on Twitter bitter, claiming that my project trash
Objective cap, but for now, let’s say that that’s true
I engineered your album, so what does that say about you?
How you hoed all your producers isn’t quiet as kept
Look around nigga, you ain’t got nobody left
If it ain’t on wax, don’t give me your comments for shit
No engineers, you’ll probably have trouble responding to this
You little pseudo-intеllectual, your music so receptaclе
Use a booth to screw the truth is truly what you meant to do
Your ego done led to you falling so quick
We know what happened when the real Mozart thought he was sick
A false idol forreal, you fall, hide and conceal
I surpassed you so long ago dawg, tighten your skill
Airin' business out, building these walls high, what's your deal?
Only explanation is you feel small and hiding it still
Damn, homie
2019 you was the man, homie, fuck happened to you?
Could've been moved on, but you up acting a fool
I would say diss me again, but you stuck, lacking a booth
You were consumed by jealousy and struggled for 3 years
I stayed myself and now I'm shown love from all my peers
You making bad beats and having trouble with your band
I been self-produced and just started one cause I can
I hit a low point, I started looking for new stuff to do
You hit a low point and lost 8 months cause you uncomfortable
The bars, self-production, the band, and the respect?
Think about it, nigga - I became everything that you wanted to
Part 2 - Squash Match
[Verse]
I ain’t ever seen nobody go out this sad, had protection on you, he still dropped your ass
How your self-defense get so trash, I guess Billy Ragland taught your class
Therefore, I suggest you calm it, hoe, of course you Ali, you was on the ropes
Straight tears & snot, boy, wipe your nose, you were sobbing like “I ain’t tryna fight you, bro”
Lemme guess, you gon' say you had a gun tucked, up in your pocket, you couldn't get unstuck
You had a knife and got folded, you dumb fuck, you ain’t Saitama, you crumbled off One Punch
All that aggression, claiming you gon' deck who? But instead, you went out crying like Deku
How bro did you was straight disrespectful, bet you wish One for All was in your set moves
Or your move-set, you could never be viewed as a threat
Between having your shit flop and getting your shit rocked, that’s two L’s, nigga what next?
It’s hilarious, I gotta confess, but if I was you, I’d be upset
Cause if I got around any nigga with locks and started flinching, I would be dumb stressed
You pressed your ex and thought that shit was sweet, bitched up when you saw your enemy
Knife fell out as soon as you got creased, niggas never bout it as they seem
Crying as you went for that group hug, boy, what happened? Thought you was a thug
I blocked you and you knew something was up, now you stuck on Twitter throwing slugs
[Hook]
Like run up, hoe
One hit to the face and a headlock, you got done up, hoe
And you still talking big shit, I can tell you don’t really want no smoke
Don’t run up, hoe, don’t run up, hoe
Part 3 - 1800 Minutes
[Verse]
Before my closing statements
I know this beat triggers memories you wish were fading
For anybody listening wondering the occasion
This was the song playing when Ali got his shit caved in
I would ask you “where’s your common sense?”
But when he broke your nose, that and your ego went along with it
That would explain all the nonsensical tweets
And bravado despite catching combos in the street
After trying to intimidate a woman, that shit hard to you?
You saw her man pop out and you wanted to call an audible
Saw accountability coming and played Temple Run
You claim the Black Woman is Queen, and disrespected one
Same song and dance with you quote-unquote “woke” niggas
“Want the brownie points, but never practice what you quote” niggas
Karma spun the block, and now it’s got you by the throat
It got you hanging, but you deny you provided the rope
You a joke, I don't know why you still trying, just stop
So alone that you had to go align with your opps
Your popularity was heightened at the start
And dropped quicker than it took for your life to fall apart
This Baby Kendrick offended? I should just let it be
You ain't even worth it, you a clone without the legacy
You retired for 10 seconds, I just wish it was longer
But at least I get to be the one to end your whole saga
I pegged you as peaceful at first, guess you ain’t been the same
When you get around the right niggas, your whole image change
Fronting like you trap or got shooters, be honest
We’ll never see you next to a J, you ain’t Jon Kent
Ain’t on the block with no pills or Gurren Lagann with the drill
Just a little lonely nigga lacking confidence still
The best move at this point is not responding at will
Just go deal with your emotions, that shit’s common to feel
So fuck you and your God Complex
So fake conscious, I don’t think this god complex
No one man should try this hard to hide the truth
But I got more ready, I wouldn’t respond if I were you
[Verse]
Lauryn Hill was right
You can’t win if you ain’t right within, so you been taking every L in sight
You bringing terror, right?
Let’s talk about how I dissed you to your face and you were looking scared as hell that night
Went to the car crying, went home and hopped on the net fast
All on Twitter bitter, claiming that my project trash
Objective cap, but for now, let’s say that that’s true
I engineered your album, so what does that say about you?
How you hoed all your producers isn’t quiet as kept
Look around nigga, you ain’t got nobody left
If it ain’t on wax, don’t give me your comments for shit
No engineers, you’ll probably have trouble responding to this
You little pseudo-intеllectual, your music so receptaclе
Use a booth to screw the truth is truly what you meant to do
Your ego done led to you falling so quick
We know what happened when the real Mozart thought he was sick
A false idol forreal, you fall, hide and conceal
I surpassed you so long ago dawg, tighten your skill
Airin' business out, building these walls high, what's your deal?
Only explanation is you feel small and hiding it still
Damn, homie
2019 you was the man, homie, fuck happened to you?
Could've been moved on, but you up acting a fool
I would say diss me again, but you stuck, lacking a booth
You were consumed by jealousy and struggled for 3 years
I stayed myself and now I'm shown love from all my peers
You making bad beats and having trouble with your band
I been self-produced and just started one cause I can
I hit a low point, I started looking for new stuff to do
You hit a low point and lost 8 months cause you uncomfortable
The bars, self-production, the band, and the respect?
Think about it, nigga - I became everything that you wanted to
Part 2 - Squash Match
[Verse]
I ain’t ever seen nobody go out this sad, had protection on you, he still dropped your ass
How your self-defense get so trash, I guess Billy Ragland taught your class
Therefore, I suggest you calm it, hoe, of course you Ali, you was on the ropes
Straight tears & snot, boy, wipe your nose, you were sobbing like “I ain’t tryna fight you, bro”
Lemme guess, you gon' say you had a gun tucked, up in your pocket, you couldn't get unstuck
You had a knife and got folded, you dumb fuck, you ain’t Saitama, you crumbled off One Punch
All that aggression, claiming you gon' deck who? But instead, you went out crying like Deku
How bro did you was straight disrespectful, bet you wish One for All was in your set moves
Or your move-set, you could never be viewed as a threat
Between having your shit flop and getting your shit rocked, that’s two L’s, nigga what next?
It’s hilarious, I gotta confess, but if I was you, I’d be upset
Cause if I got around any nigga with locks and started flinching, I would be dumb stressed
You pressed your ex and thought that shit was sweet, bitched up when you saw your enemy
Knife fell out as soon as you got creased, niggas never bout it as they seem
Crying as you went for that group hug, boy, what happened? Thought you was a thug
I blocked you and you knew something was up, now you stuck on Twitter throwing slugs
[Hook]
Like run up, hoe
One hit to the face and a headlock, you got done up, hoe
And you still talking big shit, I can tell you don’t really want no smoke
Don’t run up, hoe, don’t run up, hoe
Part 3 - 1800 Minutes
[Verse]
Before my closing statements
I know this beat triggers memories you wish were fading
For anybody listening wondering the occasion
This was the song playing when Ali got his shit caved in
I would ask you “where’s your common sense?”
But when he broke your nose, that and your ego went along with it
That would explain all the nonsensical tweets
And bravado despite catching combos in the street
After trying to intimidate a woman, that shit hard to you?
You saw her man pop out and you wanted to call an audible
Saw accountability coming and played Temple Run
You claim the Black Woman is Queen, and disrespected one
Same song and dance with you quote-unquote “woke” niggas
“Want the brownie points, but never practice what you quote” niggas
Karma spun the block, and now it’s got you by the throat
It got you hanging, but you deny you provided the rope
You a joke, I don't know why you still trying, just stop
So alone that you had to go align with your opps
Your popularity was heightened at the start
And dropped quicker than it took for your life to fall apart
This Baby Kendrick offended? I should just let it be
You ain't even worth it, you a clone without the legacy
You retired for 10 seconds, I just wish it was longer
But at least I get to be the one to end your whole saga
I pegged you as peaceful at first, guess you ain’t been the same
When you get around the right niggas, your whole image change
Fronting like you trap or got shooters, be honest
We’ll never see you next to a J, you ain’t Jon Kent
Ain’t on the block with no pills or Gurren Lagann with the drill
Just a little lonely nigga lacking confidence still
The best move at this point is not responding at will
Just go deal with your emotions, that shit’s common to feel
So fuck you and your God Complex
So fake conscious, I don’t think this god complex
No one man should try this hard to hide the truth
But I got more ready, I wouldn’t respond if I were you