Yo, Tripp:
[Style: Battle Rap x Multi-Beat Fusion] [Key: E minor] [, shifting sections] [fast rap] [venezuelan accent in spanish] Aggressive diss-track vibe with evolving beat switches. Dark gritty trap intro: booming 808s, sharp hi-hats, eerie pads. Transition via DJ scratches into old school West Coast rap: funk bass, talkbox synth, laid-back swing drums. Next switch to classic East Coast boom bap: dusty kicks, snappy snares, chopped piano stabs, raw vinyl texture. Final switch drops into raggamuffin groove: syncopated percussion, deep sub-bass, dub-style delay hits. Scratches act as cue points between styles, each switch raising intensity. Vocals bilingual (Spanish/English), hostile and mocking, sharp cadence, raw spit. Mix punchy and dry, with tape-stop FX, light reverb on adlibs, limiter −8 LUFS.
Yo, Tripp:
[Style: Battle Rap x Multi-Beat Fusion] [Key: E minor] [, shifting sections] [fast rap] [venezuelan accent in spanish] Aggressive diss-track vibe with evolving beat switches. Dark gritty trap intro: booming 808s, sharp hi-hats, eerie pads. Transition via DJ scratches into old school West Coast rap: funk bass, talkbox synth, laid-back swing drums. Next switch to classic East Coast boom bap: dusty kicks, snappy snares, chopped piano stabs, raw vinyl texture. Final switch drops into raggamuffin groove: syncopated percussion, deep sub-bass, dub-style delay hits. Scratches act as cue points between styles, each switch raising intensity. Vocals bilingual (Spanish/English), hostile and mocking, sharp cadence, raw spit. Mix punchy and dry, with tape-stop FX, light reverb on adlibs, limiter −8 LUFS.
Lyrics
Intro
(“This one’s for DJ Tripp…”)
(“Yeah, listen.”)
Hook
Yo Tripp, you full of shit,
stealin’ my lines, pretend it’s lit—
that’s just BULL-SHIT!
Tripp tryna trick the system, bruh,
shortcuts lead to a dead-end, uh.
Don’t you see it clear?
Lazy moves gon’ bury ya here.
Verse 1 – Spanish
Ja, te crees muy grande robando mis mierdas,
eso solo demuestra que quieres ser como yo.
¿Por qué no te sientas, escribes, lo intentas?
El arte es pasión, entiéndelo, bro.
¿De qué sirve copiar y pegar, dime tú?
¿Qué satisfacción te da? Ninguna; robar ya no es tabú.
Robas veinte tracks pa’ soltar basura barata,
pero esa fórmula no funciona, al arte mata.
Hook
Yo Tripp, you full of shit,
stealin’ my lines, pretend it’s lit—
that’s just BULL-SHIT!
Tripp tryna trick the system, bruh,
shortcuts lead to a dead-end, uh.
Don’t you see it clear?
Lazy moves gon’ bury ya here.
Verse 2 – English
Yo, Tripp, old man, full of tricks, no hits,
stealth mode, ten tracks, all flops—no heart in it.
A thousand songs dropped—so easy, huh?
But quantity ain’t quality, that formula’s done.
You paste and pretend, think the crown gonna stick?
Nah, shortcuts are weak—can’t replace the real grit.
I bleed on the mic, every bar got a scar,
you copy-paste lines while I’m raising the bar.
Hook
Yo Tripp, you full of shit,
stealin’ my lines, pretend it’s lit—
that’s just BULL-SHIT!
Tripp tryna trick the system, bruh,
shortcuts lead to a dead-end, uh.
Don’t you see it clear?
Lazy moves gon’ bury ya here.
Verse 3 – Spanish
Cada canción que saco requiere sudor,
dedicación y trabajo, lo hago con amor.
¿Y tú qué? Copias y pegas sin pensar;
esa fórmula no sirve, nunca vas a resaltar.
Siempre seré tu papá, eso no puedes negar,
tu castillo de humo se va a derrumbar.
DJ Tripp, deja la trampa y ponte a crear;
usa la ganja pa’ inspirar, no pa’ robar.
Outro – Call & Response
[Spanish voice] Esa fórmula no sirve pa’ na—
(That formula won’t take you far.)
[Spanish voice] Esa fórmula nunca te va a elevar—
(With that formula, I’ll always be your papá.)