I’m upset at how the games been re-created
I always thought that the worlds greatest would be most famous
But the rappers that don’t understand cadence are the ones that made it
While the greatest rappers stand back nameless and underrated
I’m here to get rid of all the enemy forces, anything corporate
That supports the industries fortress, I spit torches
So the beat instantly scorches
You messed up the moment you started giving me sources
Forfeit, I strongly recommend that you abort this
Mission that you on, cause I’m the wrong one for you to start a war with
Bout to go harder than metamorphic, do that math
What’s a swimming raft to a warship
Come and battle me, dare to step in the lab with me
Its gonna be a tragedy, casually causing casualties
Its like these rappers are missing part of their brain’s anatomy
They are lacking tenacity, and are crippled grammatically
Their careers are gradually moving downwards diagonally
Sorry I know it’s sad to see, that’s the way that it has to be
When you encourage savagery and your passion is blasphemy
Welcome to my academy, come and roll into class with me
What’s with all the lines you spit, are missing a proper rationing
You should be feeding fruit to the youth you giving them cavities
Serving them travesty, with a sprinkle of apathy
See your mental capacity is below human averaging
Write your lines in English, but it comes out in Japanese
You can keep the depravity, there’s nobody as bad as me
I can see right through you, need to adjust opacity
Don’t you think of surpassing me, rappers in need of practicing
Those who’ve had a chance, to get on the beat and clash with me
Or a fan clapping their hands trying to collab with me
All my lyrics are naturally a catastrophe happening
How many rappers rap, possessing the mark of mastery
Think they can verbally murder me, and lyrically shatter me
Cause they never heard of me, and I spit theocratically fine
You can be mad at me, next to Jesus I’d rather be
Elevating his majesty, universe is his masterpiece
Church boy I’m glad to be, you have the audacity
To think you’re past the creator of earth and gravity
Spit until the last of me, reaches a level that’s past the beat
Actually one of the best striving and yes I have to be
Enemies are attacking me, front side and the back of me
Keep on chasing after me I’ve developed a strategy
Gods in control, exactly the way it has to be
I’m setting things up for the generation that’s after me
So go ahead and call out your top 5
Bet you that 5 out of 5 of them are not fire
Call it what you want but the first-place spots mine
Is it cause they stopped trying the minute that they got signed
Stop lying saying that you’ve got lines
Your producers make some ridiculous beats when they’ve got time
So the reason why dudes love your music is not rhymes
It’s the engineer, you just the one that got shined
And rap what they don’t do, exaggerating their speech to me
There’s no use if you’re not trying to reach the peak
The rhymes have no truth, but production is so unique
Their producing no fruit, so nobody can eat
All that you produce is a bunch of ash and debris
This is what separates all the whack rappers from me
With or without a microphone, I can leave the mic alone
I don’t care if the mic is on, I say what I mean see
This is a mission of intervention within existence
To give attention to the attempters that’s living different
My spitting is wicked vicious, don’t get my mission twisted
My wish is to spit the sickest, through god see my gift is lifted
Drove and I went the distance, I live to resist the wicked
Some would say this is fiction, I change and I shift the diction
Get so specific with it, other dimensions listen
And I can’t forget to mention, that I got his existence ticket
Yeah, got his existence ticket
I’m not finished yet, I’m not finished yet
What are these rappers thinking whenever their pens moving
A negative influence, not making no improvements
What they rap is exactly what little kids doing
Making intrusions leaving our neighbourhood in ruins
They say knowledge is power, were leaving our kids clueless
Ive always been real, my lyrics have been fluent
I can't respect a rappers music or his movement
If he raps about the struggle and he’s never been through it
It is useless, were not impressed with the swag
There’s a little boy who’s hopes and dreams were left in the trash
Photograph the only thing that he’s got left of his dad
Cause his dad got shot up from protecting the flag
There’s a lonely girl that to feel acceptance she has
Sex with every single guy that she addresses it’s sad
Unprotected scared to get tested to see what she has
An important piece of her in now left in the past
She only thinks she’s as beautiful as the necklace she has
Teens getting arrested for puffing meth in the lab
The state of today’s adolescents is bad, since adolescence injection
And cure them from this infection they have, using music
