[Verse 1]

Raps coming at you hard intended to knock your head off,

Got you sitting in the corner stunned like Nurmagomedov,

Leave no stone unturned to body bag the beat and the verse,

Don't be surprised see a coroner head off in a hearse,

You phony flows what the audience chose cuz-

It's in demand, they say it sounds catchy,

God forbid an emcee like me were to come through with an apache-

Helicopter spitting fire got no other option,

I'm priceless, these rappers got a price like an auction,

Never phoned in a verse, always aimed for perfection,

Love the game but I ain't getting back the same affection,

It's okay though, as long as in your heart of hearts you know the boy is dope-

It's all good,

You don't even have to bring it up on a conversation-

But if you so happen to hear my song somewhere,

I just hope you can say kudos with no hesitation.

[Hook]

I keep it old school like the records I was raised on,

This that underground jam that you blast through your speakers,

Not meant for the radio stations,

Now move to the music cuz you feel this raw theme across the nation,

Throw them hands in the air, as if you need a reason,

If you do I'll give you two - One cuz that's what you supposed to do,

And two is to show me that you feeling this creation.

[Verse 2]

Don't call it happenstance, if this shit gets kinda tense,

When they take your humbleness for granted every chance they get,

Who gon' come to your defence? Nothing but your confidence,

You can love you neighbour, just don't tear down you own fence,

I've had homies longer than you little rappers have been alive,

So your bond with your click will never compare to mine,

You've known the ones in your circle what, 3-4 years?

The falling out looks near, plus we can smell the diss tracks we about to hear,

Distractions are something that you can't look past-

Cuz ain't an once of loyalty in your blood, suckers-

You leeches be spineless, shallow minded too,

So no wonder it's easy for you to get you feathers ruffled,

Plus we've had enough of you and your damn gimmicks,

Everything that you spit, not a minute have you been it, to your lies there's no limit,

You succumb to peer pressure but me I don't sweat it.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

This that elevated, next level shit, heavyweight verbatim,

That can't be mistaken or emulated,

Not to exaggerate but there's a disconnect and miscommunication-

If there's no consideration of me being one of the greatest in the scene you've heard or seen,

I'm exasperated and it's- courtesy of these hacks who can't crack it,

They gon' fake it till the grave, it's not only till they make it,

Now that's the main reason we remain unacquainted,

I'm a throwback, man you just outdated,

This ain't throwing shade at you, no you being berated,

I'mma tell it like it is for the uninitiated,

Your music is throw-away so how'd your ego get inflated?

I shatter that shit quick and leave it disintegrated,

Just like a pyramid scheme you and your tracks are jaded,

My suggestion to you would be to do-

Just like the cadence at the end of the song does and start fading.

[Hook]