You ain’t a rapper of year
You ain’t nasty you ain’t feared
You not a factor round here mark
You ain’t the artist of the year
It’s all garbage that I hear
Just a product of the earmark
Like, where are you shooting your aim at?
A bunch of different labels,
They all be slanging the same pack
And where you training your gang at?
A bunch of new artists
They all replaying the same act
It’s not the song of year
Not a song for moment
Your song was so weak
I had to pause all components
Lets not offer condolence
You all apologies like Nirvana was phobic nah
Your hits don’t strike
Look like some screenwriters
When they pitch don’t bite
Meaning
Your moves are too predictable
Would it be too inconsiderate
To consider you peripheral
Mr.
Paid 10000 for your rep
Bout time somebody told you
That your sound is all inept
Ms. Congeniality’s
Prestige has been exempt
You woke just for the enemies
Your credibility is Bereft
Before you start asking me why
I’ll Make sure you get less sales
Even after you die
You don’t won’t have to reply
There are too many intangibles
That keep your action alive
Crab in a Patti Mayonnaise
Ai Sandwich where I mash
Plankton with reggae
Michael Jackson
Hitting KB fadeways
Chris Rock being slapped
By Christ Jesus in his heyday
Buying to look luxury
Till you Dyfunctionally cash pour
Your deal will have you paying debt
Till your knees weak and your ass sore
I be rapping like I'm evicted
On food stamps and I have court
You be rapping like you
Obese you have free rent
And your Dad’s Porsche
21 randy savages
Couldn’t 180 your 360
When you Sweep the leg-ends
You don’t need decrease swifties
Get a tattoo of it free nifty
At night with the c-krypty
Spartan spears to your chest
Two knives like ig brittney
50 years of hip hop
50 years of stars
It only took 1 minute
To lose respect for the gods
Breaking codes of the G’s
Disrespecting deceased
Virtual bipping your whip
Pillow pimping your chick
Auctioning your verses
Extorting the Stans
Exploiting the culture
For X amount of advance
I had X amount of respect for you
All the dogs started to pant
Hoeing for oligarchs
So like X man
I go dark
Burn a Big EL
For elders in the sky winds
With a touch of love
Like X clan
Grand Verbalizers
G Rap for eternity
Big daddy Kane
Wearing Broccoli Tims
Sending beats
Back to the infirmary
