"Dysphoria" lyrics
Dysphoria —
They reach for the crown but never bled for the throne
Critique the field 'cause we built it
Outta struggle and bone
You quote the code but forgot it's carved in conflict and pain
Then penalize the ones with skill like "clout chaser" is not hip hop's name
You motherfucker let mumble rap become hot
We is not the same — make an Idahoan put you up on game
You want a "champion" but only the one that look tall on screen
Then shame ya tribe when they find the ones that claim the fame
This culture's coded, it's in chaos —
Hieroglyphs hidden in the Red Bull cypher
You judge the hunger from your couch
But ain't wrestled with the fire
Gatekeeper on a wave, I watch it break on the reef
I speak tsunami — your opinion barely puddle beneath
Skill ain't dead, but notoriety the currency now
So I ghost through your rules like I'm studying Tao
Consume it or shut the fuck up — but don't twist up the essence
I rap for scars, not applause from your passive-aggression
Listen to the message!
She want the
Woo woo
I would never let them play me like I ain't that nigga
In any city, unlocked the frequency so they can sense a nigga
You can live lavishly in a tragedy
Or live in your means, happily
They worry 'bout my choices
I might pull a Sonny and serve 'em handsomely
Yee yee
This that Will Smith
This that Sisco
Them lies gotta go
Them lies gotta go
Aye, it's embarrassing — they stole from Randy O
Then claimed the win just for pretend
The smoke cleared, folk —
2Pac died in Nevada & repped for the Bay
Now you pull a Grand Theft Auto just to ride his wave
You wanted good cred
So I changed the temp & cranked it
To the max
I'm just showin' y'all that few men really matter
Don't need a co-sign — I'm signed to the moment
Every contradiction? I expose it
Now lil' man own it
'Cause he didn't want 'em
If the West up — then we should push up
And lift the rest up
Every day I claim a dub from my plug
Blowin' them angels
Got 'em crunched under pressure like a Pringle
He not Mike, he Black Kurt Angle
He wanna hide after... he don't wanna tango
Why the pop star your rival?
But I'm too easy —
On stage with bell bottoms, dressin' slize
Owe hopin' the boy take it easy
This ain't logic — that's plot of the con man
Tell 'em: one moved the king
Now there's beef in every thread like
They forgot what one peace can bring
(One peace can bring)
It just take a few men to rewrite the code
No fold, no pretend
I'm labeled to the trend
I'm Oakland-bred (no loaf!)
On mamas, I bark and bite —
Straight from the den like my twin
Yeah
In the fight
On tour praisin' your biggest enemies
With they frienemies
Say I'm a clout chaser?
That's ironic, ain't it
You gave clout to the chasers
Not deposits for they labor
Sound like a plot twist to me
I'm mobbin' off the tension
Since you left the friction
Woke just enough to see the play
I tell it — and I'm from the West
So I guess I'm dirty dirty
Talkin' legacy, ethics —
But y'all pick what apply like ICE
I'm tryna slap one nice
'Cause they took Maria
Tryna hit them with a Macarena
Let's face it —
The midget is a screensaver
They tryna hit him with the green paper
'Cause he's a lucky charm
They wanna hope that the hypocrisy don't mean no harm
I'm 'bout to roll 'em up like a burnt River farm
He can't reply to he real rap
He can't reply to the real slaps
That's a penalty
He gotta lease on the make-believe crown
Make 'em get on they knees for the time being
And we ain't joking
They just floating
They reach for the crown but never bled for the throne
Critique the field 'cause we built it
Outta struggle and bone
You quote the code but forgot it's carved in conflict and pain
Then penalize the ones with skill like "clout chaser" is not hip hop's name
You motherfucker let mumble rap become hot
We is not the same — make an Idahoan put you up on game
You want a "champion" but only the one that look tall on screen
Then shame ya tribe when they find the ones that claim the fame
This culture's coded, it's in chaos —
Hieroglyphs hidden in the Red Bull cypher
You judge the hunger from your couch
But ain't wrestled with the fire
Gatekeeper on a wave, I watch it break on the reef
I speak tsunami — your opinion barely puddle beneath
Skill ain't dead, but notoriety the currency now
So I ghost through your rules like I'm studying Tao
Consume it or shut the fuck up — but don't twist up the essence
I rap for scars, not applause from your passive-aggression
Listen to the message!
She want the
Woo woo
I would never let them play me like I ain't that nigga
In any city, unlocked the frequency so they can sense a nigga
You can live lavishly in a tragedy
Or live in your means, happily
They worry 'bout my choices
I might pull a Sonny and serve 'em handsomely
Yee yee
This that Will Smith
This that Sisco
Them lies gotta go
Them lies gotta go
Aye, it's embarrassing — they stole from Randy O
Then claimed the win just for pretend
The smoke cleared, folk —
2Pac died in Nevada & repped for the Bay
Now you pull a Grand Theft Auto just to ride his wave
You wanted good cred
So I changed the temp & cranked it
To the max
I'm just showin' y'all that few men really matter
Don't need a co-sign — I'm signed to the moment
Every contradiction? I expose it
Now lil' man own it
'Cause he didn't want 'em
If the West up — then we should push up
And lift the rest up
Every day I claim a dub from my plug
Blowin' them angels
Got 'em crunched under pressure like a Pringle
He not Mike, he Black Kurt Angle
He wanna hide after... he don't wanna tango
Why the pop star your rival?
But I'm too easy —
On stage with bell bottoms, dressin' slize
Owe hopin' the boy take it easy
This ain't logic — that's plot of the con man
Tell 'em: one moved the king
Now there's beef in every thread like
They forgot what one peace can bring
(One peace can bring)
It just take a few men to rewrite the code
No fold, no pretend
I'm labeled to the trend
I'm Oakland-bred (no loaf!)
On mamas, I bark and bite —
Straight from the den like my twin
Yeah
In the fight
On tour praisin' your biggest enemies
With they frienemies
Say I'm a clout chaser?
That's ironic, ain't it
You gave clout to the chasers
Not deposits for they labor
Sound like a plot twist to me
I'm mobbin' off the tension
Since you left the friction
Woke just enough to see the play
I tell it — and I'm from the West
So I guess I'm dirty dirty
Talkin' legacy, ethics —
But y'all pick what apply like ICE
I'm tryna slap one nice
'Cause they took Maria
Tryna hit them with a Macarena
Let's face it —
The midget is a screensaver
They tryna hit him with the green paper
'Cause he's a lucky charm
They wanna hope that the hypocrisy don't mean no harm
I'm 'bout to roll 'em up like a burnt River farm
He can't reply to he real rap
He can't reply to the real slaps
That's a penalty
He gotta lease on the make-believe crown
Make 'em get on they knees for the time being
And we ain't joking
They just floating
