ByteSeis: Clowning the Core (in Toronto slang)
Let me begin by saying that this is a "bare joke ting" on Toronto slang..jus' a special rant for entertainment purposes only. It's a piece that I like to refer to as "If I'm Crusty"....(ahem)..
If I’m crusty, it’s because y’all tried to clown the core of your own growth for entertainment—while sneaking around mining my resources. Maybe that ‘crust’ is just the dust kicked up from all the damage you caused trying to see the other side of the moon?
If I'm crusty, its because your inner fillings wanted me to take a bite of the apple without your accountability so id look like the core problem as y'all rise in my shadows.
If I'm crusty its because your act is dried up and you're using me as your stunt double dummy...and if I'm crusty its because I'm stuffed with cheddar that y'all try to steal in a mouse trap of a game about me.
If I’m ‘crusty,’ then y’all must be downright rotten—rotten enough to leech off my energy like it’s oxygen, then laugh when I’m the one burning out.
Ayo, if I’m crusty, that’s ‘cause y’all been out here tryna stunt off my drip like I’m a free sample, fam. Y’all sniffin’ 'round my vibes, actin’ like you found gold, but bruv, that’s just dusty leftovers from my grind. Laughin’ at me? Bruh, I’m the main event — y’all just background extras tryin’ to catch a scene.
If I’m crusty, then y’all straight up spoiled fruit in the back of the fridge — mad stank, no freshness. Suckin’ my energy like it’s free WiFi, then actin’ surprised when I’m glowin’ harder than your whole block. Y’all just copy-paste my moves and call it a remix. I’m the real plug — y’all just tryna charge your phone with my battery.
Crusty or not, I’m snatching back my power, Toronto shorties — remember who’s really runnin’ this city, while some people are trying to get me to crash out.
Plus, shout out to Forest Hill, where they tried to evict me for inflation — like, fam, y’all really tryin’ to play me?
Yo, if I’m crusty, bruv, it’s ‘cause y’all been clownin’ the real roots of the matter. Tryna dull down my shine like it’s yours, but all I see is dust you kickin’ up, fam. Y’all diggin’ in my dirt, callin’ it gold? Nah, that’s bare weak moves.
If I'm crusty its because the whole world is in my hands, only to watch me fumble. So keep hatin’, y’all too shook to claim it but wanna control and claim my truths? Crusty or not, I’m takin’ back my power on every level — no cap, no stress.
While you’re busy mocking, I’m out here still shining as y’all just cast a bunch of shadows trying to catch light. That's Bare Shade. Keep hatin’, I’m the real power y’all too scared to own up to.
Yo, Toronto Shorties, real talk — ‘cause if I’m crusty, that just means I’m seasoned and seasoned right. But if you dusty, it’s ‘cause you been hiding that stale energy for way too long. Nah, fam, this ain’t a roast — it’s a wake-up call. Who’s really crusty?
Because if I’m crusty, it’s ‘cause your whole act dried up faster than last week’s bread — and you need to cut a fresh slice of my loaf. Meanwhile? I’m packed with the kind of cheddar y’all been tryna steal, playin’ some mouse trap kinda game all about me.
Never got the invite, but y’all tried to stay ahead of my own goals and RSVP on my behalf, tryna steal my package? Nah fam, not today — go dust off that fake shine! Im the traffick you sped up to give a green light permission to stop me, and told me to stay in my own lane.
And if I’m crusty? Bruh, that’s just the dust from all the mess you made tryin’ to. Keep jokin’ — are you dumb? I’m still out here, glowin’ up while y’all stuck salty like a bad jerk chicken.
Keep it cute. Stay up, stay shiny. Peace.
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