[Hook]
Damn right, we some guppies in this game
At the bottom of the barrel, you can all get it the same, hold up
Coming to the stage
Are some hard motherfuckers with the hunger and the rage, come on
[Verse 1: Asa Jake]
We all are some guppies at the bottom of the hierarchy
I feel like every time I put out a release
Nobody will peep, all you people just follow who leads
That's why I'm calling you sheep, I can count on you to sleep
Guys got it backwards, you die when I arrive
Y'all don't rhyme likе me, you ain't much, you out of mind
I don't mind you, you ain't much like me, y'all don't rhymе
When I arrive... "die you" backwards, got it guys?
That was a backwards scheme to represent how you got a backwards thinkin'
That I'm actually gonna collab with half of the rappers you rap with
They can atrophy in the blackness, I'm blind but you cannot see me
When I'm rap with a feature fam, and that's the reason you whack to me
Here's an analogy: when I'm spittin' a rhyme
It's like I enter a fight with a lil knife and I'm grippin' a rifle
It's like you talk with your friends 'bout a movie you thought was the shit
'Cause I'ma be pissed if you don't give me the title
You corporates are racist, poisoned with hate, bullshit
But the choices you made disappointed your main focus
I'm pointin' the thang, you won't be avoidin' the pain
You Andy from Toy Story mayne, got a toy with your name on it
[Hook]
Damn right, we some guppies in this game
At the bottom of the barrel, you can all get it the same, hold up
Coming to the stage
Are some hard motherfuckers with the hunger and the rage, come on
Damn right, we some guppies in this game
At the bottom of the barrel, you can all get it the same, hold up
Coming to the stage
Are some hard motherfuckers with the hunger and the rage, come on
[Verse 2: Huaru?]
When you this hungry, you get caught, then filleted
Tossed in the flames, guaranteed that you ain't walking away
And with that being said, Red Wolf, I love you my brother
But you ain't off the hook, you can all get it the same
This is Guppy turned barracuda, preparing you
For the apparent future that's scaring you where I'm blaring through
Every computer and everybody's comparing me to a Mary Sue
While they comparing you to a paratrooper
'Cause you descending to your death and we bury you
This an emcee at his best, the evidence is empirical
Think you a threat, you hysterical
My pen will embarrass you, like the definition of penance
It's something you married to, bitch I dare you to
Hit the snooze, this isn't a game of win or lose
For me but maybe it is for you, I'm a different dude
Try to bite my shit you'll probably chip a tooth, you gettin' schooled
Listen to my shit and you'll probably pick up a tip or two
Too many artists hit their peak and plummet
We see it comin' and to be honest man, that's just not somethin' we can stomach
Kind of ironic how a verse can move a mountain
But I'm still out here grinding wondering if I'll ever even reach the summit
[Hook]
Damn right, we some guppies in this game
At the bottom of the barrel, you can all get it the same, hold up
Coming to the stage
Are some hard motherfuckers with the hunger and the rage, come on
[Verse 3: Cryptive]
I mic jack
'Cause everyone I see just sucks
I ain’t gonna walk that back
Y’all Bad just Beat it bruh
When I land lines it tell a phony
He leaving the
Planet for wanting static
When their connections weak as fuck
I am in the lead, try keeping up
Everyone but us be (USB) behind
It’s just a jab but see it stung
All there is to excel are (XLR) my previous verses
If I promo dope or they see some slugs
Cryp is why ya (wire) see em plugged!
I am just back with the rawness
I can just bag em like trawling
Slicing and stabbing em all with
Knives or I’m grabbing a swordfish
Rhyme in a pattern that causes
Tides to, just spiral, rhymers that
Die cause they trapped in a vortex
Y’all be some bitches
Your not seeing it but we are different
You ain’t built for the pressure I’m deep within it
Chilling up in the marina trenches
Claim you the peak with this shit
And I’m Carving you with a sharp ginsu
Turn you into Shark fin soup
Then eat that shit it, be delicious!
All of y’all in peril
Y’all want it imma tell
This ain’t a warning it’s a
Promise y’all will fail
It won’t be like rinsing dead fish when you spray the can
Try, you’ll die faced with the bottom of the barrel
Guppy!
[Verse 4: Red Wolf]
Lost the urge and the passion, upon the search for Atlantis
I've fallen first to the scavenging bottom lurks of this planet. I'm always nervous and panicked, erratic, combative in famine of Constant thirst for a status, but will I vanish, man?
Fuck y'all!
It's an assault amongst all that are battlin' me
And would think it's a tough call, this a blood brawl
You'd have a better chance of living being drunk on a pub crawl
Doing a jump off stunt trust fall from Trump's Wall
I'm an arbitrator art creator operate off of the radar
And the longer I'm evaded y'all in danger
Known to multiply my entity mocking Occam's razor
Guppies in this game still evolve by common nature
By 2020 all of us had rose to go on a mission
Covid hit us, goals diminished and so did hopeful ambition
But I notice no difference music-wise
Those in the business normally socially drifted
I'm used to scoping folks from a distance
Tears, streams burden me stress what has rap succumb to?
I spent years tryna earn your respect, I'll snatch it from you
It's my turn to revel. Burn the temples and purge your vessels
You get air time, but from my perspective you're pretty surface level
