Lyrics Hijacked - Embis

I knew from the start, I shoulda stuck to my gut
That betrayal was like a knife that you just stuck to my gut
You know that when the guy who ain't ever give fucks about nothin'
Is livid and pissed, that you must've really fucked around somethin'
I've written a list of all the screwed up stuff that you done
I'll omit politics 'cause your corrupt ideals ain't the subject
Not an ounce of accountability, so I'm sayin' "fuck it"
I had this bottled up way too long and now I'll make it public
Back in October, you committed the first offence
Was a feature on your EP, I admitted the verse was shit
That beat just kinda beat me, I'm not spittin' a word, that's it
Can't believe that I'm defeated, lose my shit in a cursin' fit
(Arg, fuck!)
I was embarrassed but I'm a grown man, I still apologized
Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine)
Then a couple days go by, you drop a song and all this time
You was jottin' some pretty shots at me, filler for all your lines?
Then you pop up in my DM actin' good as not to start beef
(It was toddler insults, man, c'mon, could we please not spar?)
You was lightenin' the blow so I wouldn't go as hard
If you didn't want the smoke, then you shouldn't throw the bars
Just never wanted it to be the lackin' verse that stops the flyin'
But if I could go back and just be on passenger then I would
Get into the fuckin' cockpit and hijack it first and drive it
To the ground that's on an island, massacre to kill the pilot, ah!

You brought this upon yourself now
I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down
I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt
There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out
No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine
The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines
I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time
And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay

There was still room for forgiveness
Compared to what's to come that was petty
'Cause soon I would witness this fucker hit the trust with machetes
Was ready to let it go, I did for many months
We became buds, never thinkin' 'bout the dick he really was
He asked me to mix a song for a him, did it in pitty 'cause
Production quality was shit, it was pitiful, silly 'cause
I thought he showed promise, wasn't lyrical really, but
He had a hot ass flow and all of his lyrics were chilly, bruh
Shortly after he was signed, I offered to mix his project
Mastered, exec produced, yeah, I'm callin' it, I did all of it
For free! Didn't ask for a dime, and all of that talkin'
Got wiped with Spotify, he was takin' his songs down off it
Didn't care about the credit, I did the shit with no profit!
I told him to his face how I betrayed I felt and he stopped it!
Or so I thought, said he decided to keep it up
Then like a week later I find out he lied and completely bluffed
It's a reoccurring theme it seems, why can't you be upfront?
Do you wanna postpone the consequence, spiteful in secret 'cause
You're afraid of confrontation or frightful of being judged?
You was cappin', I'm so glad I was mindful to see your bluffs
And I don't wanna hear you try to moan about your shit to me
Swimmin' in the privilege like you know sound of misery
And save your non-apology, 'cause no amount could rinse it clean
The only label member who ain't going down in history

You brought this upon yourself now (Is you, bitch)
I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down
I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt
There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out
No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine
The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines
I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time
And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay

Black kids are dyin' and their parents need lots of tissues
Meanwhile, on your site, it said "racism's not the issue"
"The" implies that there is only a single problem
Minimizin' work that's put in to try to solve all 'em
But if we had to list the things wrong with the world, then probably
Would put black people dyin' at gunpoint right on the top, bruh
Go ahead and tell all the fathers and all their mommas!
It's not an issue that they just murdered their sons or daughters!
I'm lowkey out of patience for Malcolm Davis, an amalgamation
Of a thousand faces, never hesitate to denounce a racist
If anything I said holds a featherweight then the doubts erased then
I'd rather kill myself than to ever stay in a Mal run nation
And I don't blame him, for not lettin' you spit at this show
MAGA hat rockin' Stan only there to spit Eminem's flow
I think he knew what Trump supporter was a synonym 'fo
'Cause once he saw how you move, it's no wonder grip let you go
Hoe

You brought this upon yourself now (Yeah)
I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down
(Now go ahead and go on twitter or on your podcast)
I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt
(And talk shit about me)
There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out
(Or try and dig up shit on my name but you know)
No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine
(Actions speak louder than words)
The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines
(And don't make me bring up... your ex)
I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time
And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay
(Tread lightly, motherfucker)