Audio Credits: br Song: br Written by: MR ILYAS br Music by: MR ILYAS br Mix & Mastered by : MR ILYAS br Performed by br br Yeah. They're scared of my sound. The industry, the scene, all of you. Your season's over. Now my game begins. Listen.br br (Verse 1 - Aggressive, staccato flow)br Let's go. *Pause* on your tracks, *focus* on my bars,br Your hype is temporary, my flow is toxic.br You think you're a king? Bro, just prosthetic,br I watch this circus, my vibe authentic.br Blind in DHH, you're a one-eyed man among the blind,br Your best verse is worse than my worst, haan!br Your vibe is fake, your chain is fake,br Paid promotion shake behind the streams.br Came from the streets, you're an algorithm trick,br Your songs have no substance, just a heavy crowd.br You seek hype, I seek gallery curation,br I create masterpieces, you're factory frustration.br br (Chorus - Slower, heavier delivery)br Your last check, your last chance,br I'll put a full stop on your career, no comma, advance.br Your last check, my next advance,br You didn't understand, it's checkmate, game over, no second glance.br br (Verse 2 - Faster, complex cadence)br Little one, I fell asleep listening to your diss,br What did you do? Just became a lullaby.br Your aggression is edited, your pain is pretend,br Real anger comes when the industry is a *friend*.br This art is for me, content for you,br You want clout, I want to cement the moment.br You seek collaboration, approval from big names,br My words are creating competition removal.br Look, legacy isn't built from views,br I'm writing threads, your history, haan!br From Delhi to Bombay, the scene asks my name,br You ride the trend, I define the genre.br br (Chorus - Even more aggressive and dismissive)br Your last check, your last chance,br I'll put a full stop on your career, no comma, advance.br Your last check, my next advance,br You didn't understand, it's checkmate, game over, no second glance.br br (Bridge - Low, threatening tone)br Autotune blast in your songs,br My songs release real gunpowder's high.br You talk beef, talk clap backs,br My tongue releases an attack, with no comeback paths.br This is Game of Thrones, I'm a Lannister,br I even face death, see what your worth is, brother?br br (Outro - Beat fades slowly)br Haan. Now you understand? You don't understand, do you?br Because you can't listen and understand anything.br I'm leaving. I'll meet you on the next track.br Peace.