Mumble Rapper Vs. Lyricist

Know that I'm runnin' the game, yeah (game) Purple is all in my veins, yeah (veins) Coppin' a couple of chains, woah (chains) Throw it, I'm makin' it rain (woo) Yo, how come everybody in the game Wanna rap like you with the played out flow? (Flow) I've been in the back, killin' every damn track And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow? (Blow) Well, this shit is all that I know (uh) Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes, yeah (oh) Gettin' unlimited hoes, woah (ayy) All of my diamonds are froze Nah, you rap with venom, and then you pack the rhythm And every track will hit 'em, and you blow (blow) But you wack a little bit, don't stack the syllables You have to hit 'em with new flows (flows) Like nah, homie, I'm in it for cash Just wanna get me a bag, yeah, yeah (woah) Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag' (ayy) And I be poppin' them tags Like nah, everybody rap like that (that) Everybody wanna make a track like that (that) Everybody else in the game sound the goddamn same And you won't kill a rap like that (brr-aat!) Like where the wordplay and the metaphors at? (Woo) What y'all make, I could never call 'rap' Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back And you mumblin' motherfuckers'd better fall back Nah, homie, it's not gonna change Clearly, we runnin' the game (woo) Talkin' 'bout women and chains Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain, it's fuckin' insane And they love it We ain't gotta rap or nothin' Long as 808's are bumpin' It's end of fuckin' discussion (woo) Yeah, maybe right now, but it's not gonna last Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap (rap) When they hear real shit, no copyin' that Then they all gon' see y'all rhymin' is wack Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass Gon' hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash (gang) I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks (its tracks) But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved (it's evolved) Fuck the ones who came before us I'ma show 'em how to ball (woo, ball) It's not evolution, y'all better cool it Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement More real shit and way less pollution Stop makin' music, that's the best solution (brr-aat!) Y'all think you dope, but that's just delusion Say you will, but y'all don't ever prove it (yeah) I'm the leader of the fuckin' revolution Go get prepared for y'all execution (yeah) Everybody wanna talk about the money and the women That they be gettin', but wanna kill it when they rap (rap) Everybody wanna be the mack of the game But you rappin' the same and I put 'em on their back (back) Everybody wanna be the best out Wanna find the best route? Follow me, I put 'em on the map (map) If you really want to be the best in the game Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track Homie, that's all that they want Lovin' the money I flaunt, yeah, yeah Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought Only the shit that I bought (yeah) Fuck that, you gotta stay different Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin' (uh) I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin' Y'all in the club while my paint drippin' I'm a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin' lawless (woo) Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet Who be killin' rappers, got no other option Yeah, they got green, but I'm a fuckin' goblin (goblin) Tell 'em whatever your man felt Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt Got flame, and the vibes are makin' the track melt Goin' all in, dawg, whatever the hand dealt (yeah) Like ho, go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous I boom-boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence I flow so relevant and show no benefit A low blow, bring 'em where the po-po never been (woo) Mumble rappers, shut your fuckin' mouth Fall back, don't make another sound (yeah) Tellin' me to fuckin' dumb it down But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds Like brr-aat! Fuck it I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that (what?) I miss the days When emcees would kill it and blaze a track (for real) When flows were different And everybody would state some facts (facts) And I ain't sayin' I'm the best Just tryna save rap (uh)