[Verse 1: Michael Kurten]
Hi! I’m back again
‘Bout to spit another little rap again
Feeling blessed like the rains to an African
And I’mma keep it simple just like an acronym
You know I’m fly like Benjamin’s kite, boy
Flow pretty good for a white boy
And my arms like noodles, don’t fight, boy
But I kill with lines on sight, boy
Wow, that beat is heavy
Rhymes still run deep like a Chevy
But that’s just what Apollo do
And if I don’t like the bars, I won’t follow you
Only 18, but with the pen, call me Stephen King, I’m frightening
‘Cause you know I flow so fast I flash on the beat like lightning
I guarantee most people don’t get my lines, they’re so clever
And compared to minе, your lines don’t cut it, they don’t sevеr
Seems like every other rapper is just full of apathy
Meanwhile I’m still way above, and I shine like a star like galaxy
Half of y’all can’t step to the art I make in my gallery
I’m just here for the fun of it, I don’t care about a salary
Said I’m the galaxy, no Samsung
Throw out disses like tantrum
All my songs are certified anthems
You don’t have to pay for a feature, no ransom
I’m a little too clean for the industry, but I still got the sauce and the dignity
Just like L.I. I’m so Young, so you can bet there’s a lot to come
You like this project? Wait for the next one
It’ll be great like beats by Jetson
It’s gonna blow your mind, John Wilkes Booth
You’ll be aching for more like tooth
I gotta annotate every line, every time I spit a verse
‘Cause you know like Russ, I kill them all, my notebook need a hearse
I think it’s pretty clear that I’m the best, no you don’t need Lasik
I got double entendres, meanwhile their bars are basic
[Interlude: Adam Sandler]
"C'mon, KG! This is no different than that. This is me. This is how I win."
[Verse 2: Michael Kurten]
Who I am supposed to be up against? These High School rappers? Please
Y’all claim to be the dopest out, you about as sick as a sneeze
They a waste of time, they can’t even rhyme, can you please just stay on beat?
Say you’ll beat me in a rap battle, only thing you beat is your meat
‘Cause you don’t get the girls you rap about, and that’s just a fact
You couldn’t spit a verse if you had a Bible, man your style so wack
I hate your raps, you can’t even snap, so please man, just stop it
I had to take my ironic style and twist it up like Bop-It
You just write for seconds, then you go record, and you lazily just drop it
And if you’re not satisfied with the plays, you delete it just after you flop it
That’s wack chief, that’s lame man
You just in it for the fame man
I can see you don’t got no game plan
I feel a storm is a brewin’ call me rain man
You said you paid for likes? Go take a hike
None of y’all gonna last as long as Mike
Do it by myself with no assistance
One thing you fools lack is persistence
You just drop songs no projects
Rap about girls being objects
Please, you wouldn’t get top if you climbed a mountain
First you try to poison the youth, and now the fountain?
I got thousands of plays, it’s like a dream
All came from a bar about Steven Bream
Got the lyrics on lock, it’s like a vault
And like an earthquake, I’m honest to a fault
I don’t claim that I’m oh-so rich
I’ll never say that I get the bitch
Because in real life, I’m just a scrawny white boy who plays the Nintendo Switch
Most people only dropping singles, they fall off like shingles
My next move is an album, stacked with bangers like chips from Pringles
When I hear their lazy flow and lyrics, it just makes me sick
But I’m the captain of this game, all my punchlines got a (Falcon, kick!)
