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Document 79 (Full Version)

Hip-Hop/Rap

Document 79 (Full Version) was released on August 22, 2025 by Scru Society as a part of the album Document 79 (Full Version) - Single

Song Details

AlbumDocument 79 (Full Version) - Single

Release DateAugust 22, 2025

LabelScru Society

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Scru Face Jean

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Scru Face Jean

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mario Alexander

Mario Alexander

Producer

Phil

Producer

Lyrics

When a child is shunned from the village, you know that kid is gon'

Come back to burn down the village just to feel its warmth

And that's what happened to this lil' ****, I know this kid is torn

He wanna be a killer while singing his Little Richard songs

They say Gunna snitchin' while **** suin' for dissin', lord

If this is the 6's god, then I'm atheist, 'cause this bitch a fraud

Why when men diss you, you diss they women like shit is hard?

They attack the kid, he attack they bitch like he gettin' off

Now he Maury Povich, searchin' DNA, you kiddin', dog?

I know you didn't, dog, you ain't ho enough to get kids involved

And lawsuits? And now all of this drama towards you

Gettin' nailed to the cross, you the God? That's karma for you

So what's your new thoughts and new excuse for gettin' rocked?

Lemme guess, there was a plot, to me, it's soundin' like a crock

So, you negotiated contracts before them disses popped

But you egged him on a lot and begged the other dude to drop

And now the same **** claimin' that this shit done dropped his stock

But this lame **** thought that if we won, he'd be on top

And this bitch would have more chips when negotiatin' guap

Degenerate ****, you just mad you gambled and you lost

Whatchu even tryna prove? Record labels are shady, crazy

They been sayin' that since the eighties, you fuckin' baby

Now they name me in some paperwork, made me smirk 'cause I'm gravy

Told my mama that we made it, your baby 'bout to be wavy

And mind you, ****, I watched you 'fore they signed you, ****

That scene from Degrassi prophetic, I remind you, ****

You tried to bully Dot, then your ass got caught in the trap

Like Jimmy bullied Rick, then his ass got shot in the back

Oh, I just made the connection, you should feel so silly

'Cause your singles start to slide like they Wheelchair Jimmy

Maybe not bein' the top is better, remember

It was just a wish to have this forever, my ****

Yeah, um

'Bout to have fun with this one

Ch, look, hey, look

Why the fuck you still talkin' like some demon, ****?

The shortest **** in the league just fuckin' limped you, ****

I know that you scared he took your spot, I know you feel it, ****

He handed Grammy's while you handin' out subpoenas, ****

Fuck ****, **** lost his drive, he need a CDL

50 smelled pussy, I'm smellin' BBL

Satan was a musician too, even that demon fell

You go low, I go lower and we can meet in Hell

Want to be like 2Pac or Biggie, you want to be Adele

Dig a grave, scream "Free the wave", that's Surf and Biggavel'

I know Tsu mad that you took his name way too literal

Mob tied or cop vibes, man, I can't even tell

Once he said my name, I knew that boy was a liar, uh

This is not payola, it's fuckin' murder for hire

And I'm talkin' lyrically 'cause you probably wearin' a wire, uh

Honestly, I'm flattered you thought them boys were suppliers

'Cause that means you gotta think that I'm that **** right now

Like I could tweet or just react and bring a **** right down

And it's crazy 'cause you claim to be the biggest right now

Yet little ol' me from the village can take a **** price down?

Ah, Lawbrey fuckin' strikes again

Champagne Cop, Snitch God, I guess you not my friend

Said they shouldn't use lyrics in court was Thug was lockin' in

Now you usin' ly— Oh, I guess it's different when they not your mans

When the machine ain't workin' for you, you be slippin' fast

It's startin' to feel like you ain't even real, them **** built your ass

And speakin' 'bout built, fuck them Play-Doh builder abs

I'm chasin' millis while you chasin' Mill— Ah, that's really bad

Wop, wop, wop, wop

****, you got killed by the chick that made "WAP"

Iceman, need to be deported from the block

Call him ICE-man, 'cause he prolly workin' for the c— Hold, up

Stop, stop, stop, stop

**** still pressed, I'm wonderin' when it may stop

**** mad 'cause the culture root for K-Dot

Maybe 'cause he rap and you **** make pop, hold up

Yeah, you wished for this forever

But you ain't even know you made a deal with the Devil

You wished on a monkey's paw and now your ass in trouble

They'll give you 'bout sixteen years and a shovel, dig a hole

This is deeper than some emails and tweets, I need to repeat

Pussy, this is 'bout our freedom of speech, you feeble and weak

I don't give a fuck, Officer Drizzy, read 'em and weep

Pussy lost his fuckin' need to compete, you female to me

Scare tactics, it ain't gon' work, I'll bleed for my speech

You can't censor us, my ****, this shit is deeper than me

MAGA Drizzy get to lookin' like Trump whenever he beef

I ain't Stephen Colbert, you can't take me off of TV, damn

So how the fuck you 'bout to tell me that you not a lame?

My face black, pussy, you wear blackface, we not the same

Ticked off, but he just a vulture that don't rob the game

But pissed off is better than bein' pissed on, you got it, mane

Wop, wop, wop, wop

****, you got killed by the chick that made "WAP"

Iceman, need to be deported from the block

Call him ICE-man, 'cause he prolly workin' for the c— Hold, up

Stop, stop, stop, stop

**** still pressed, I'm wonderin' when it may stop

**** mad 'cause the culture root for K-Dot

Maybe 'cause he rap and you **** make pop, hold up

Written by: Scru Face Jean

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