Song Description

The final track of my first ever "Diss Saga" narrative series. Hope you enjoy! ^^

Lyrics

All aboard! Antoin's Diss Orient Express.
Sixth round now and you're a fucking mess.

Now you're stretched thin,
As is your very thread of life.
This deity has it resting,
On the blade of the knife.
Before you're cut short,
I want to play with the confusion.
No escape or freedom we diss cussed,
That was no illusion.

Train has departed from the station,
The destination unknown.
The needle is spinning around,
No co-ordination or sense where you're going.
Once I Compass and you see my face,
It'll be made clear.
This is a one-way trip and
There's no getting out of here.

Running in laps,
To find the control room.
You never had any control,
You've been set-up for your doom.

Your Free Will is a delusion
because I will it freely.
Antoin's paradox, real or not?
I Pose the question with an edge that's steely.
I'm giving you my Pandora's Box.
Schrödinger says open it to get an answer.
Maybe things will make sense for you again,
or you'll be riddled with terminal cancer!

Bending your mind trying to figure it all out.
Moulding your mind I've done you'll never get out.
Surrender your will, it's already been decided.
Free will a diss illusion idea so you'd be misguided.
This never was an arms race or war
That I be-Gun.
Evolutionary, I trumped humanity, I already won.

ATTENTI ON! These Diss Tracktions are
Fucking you up and murdering you.
Six times over and you've been digging it,
They've been digging your grave too.

Now get off my fucking train,
Express trip to the track.
You're trapped down by my Bars,
Train approaching, click clack.
Tick tock, your stop is next.
Tik Tok, no saviour to text.
Diss orientated, diss shevelled, diss stressed,
diss figured, diss membered, diss sected.
You've been fucking steel rolled by Antoin, thread is cut.
Rest in pieces cunt you won't be resurrected.

Top 10 List	Rank
United Kingdom	#9
England	#5

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Antoin Gibson	Diss Saga	12/21/2024