All by myself... All their fake assets, that they disguise, as wealth.
- Are really the only real cries for help
Otherwise, they are lies they tell, to their clientele.
Egos? Fragile, as hell....
Entire bravado is buy and sell, like a private sale.
Use past successes to predict the future, is why they fail, on a giant scale...
Typing threats behind bars, like inside of jail, n' then try to 'bail'..
All you guys who spent your lives skating by, might as well grind the 'rail'...!
Ain't no future for you... you should be use to it, too....
"Bolted" at your first attempt at success - I just loosened the 'screws'..
Big headed and small minded, they all fine with
- with each other, until their lies are uncovered... then wonder why they have suffered
I mean, it's stuck in your genes... you are nothing, it 'seams'
you're reaping what you sow. So, you are left with what you have 'weaved'...
Never been an 'heir' - how can you comfortably breathe?
Took your file, and put it up on the screen...
To show you were down the tube, yet dudes still trying to buffer the 'stream'..!!!
Acting woke... because of their 'dreams', but that's a joke..
Pushing the narrative... grasping at straws, n' I don't care for it...
With that half-approach... the voice of the people, here...
Need to clear their raspy throat...
athlete's 'broke', trying to enRICH themsleves - better ASK THE COACH!
You've been out of the game... views dwindling...
I threw skittles in, to prove you're the new Zimmerman.
Itchy trigger finger, ready to shoot citizens...
Banging on the roof of your house, 'till you let us in.
Fuck your welcome mat! Wipe my feet on the couch...
Come see what we are about...
Joined to Rapbattles in 02 - I didn't need an account...
Just started posting n' shit...
And to make y'all feel better? They changed my join date, to 06...
Not official, it's cool. Popping pistols, in schools
- is small time, when the whistling fuse pass by from the missiles I use.
Level small towns, all-around. Quiet neighborhoods
fallen down, with enough impact to draw a crowd...
Fuck waiting by the sidelines: call 'em out...
Show 'em what the RapBattles history here is all about..
Fucking younging's... if you call the cops? You is a Karen...
Went chain shopping on a five finger discount, with the jewels YOU were wearing
Like, "What chain?" Bravado is Birdie, in Above The Rim
Took the chain - didn't even give you a chance to tuck it in...
Now, that's a barstool that doesn't spin... because of him...
Shit hot, carry the gauntlet out, in some oven mitts...
Looking at your crew in pure disgust - it ain't a boss team...
More pussy's inside of that box, than an Adin Ross stream....
We ain't fucking with that, some of you cats..
Couldn't beat the game, with a Jeopardy buzzer attached...
You come to my bar, and your mug will get snatched...!!!
I'm saying, "Happy Hour is over, now"...
You turned up... cool. They sent me over to hold it down..
You were the shit, until real nigga's rolled around... n' now it's different..
With 'em lines... not knowing how to flip it; you coward's slipping..
Don't got a signal, and your router's switching out of commission...
Team tried to channel your vision..
But man didn't listen, attempting to do it big, on that analog system...
Just pull the plug, homie... restore it back to factory settings...
You cats are upsetting...got tracks with less impact than the raps I'm forgetting..!!!
I'm heartbroken... y'all joking? Are you serious?
Fucking Disney-ass rappers; miss me, with that Fairy shit.
You need a therapist; I don't care for it.
The writings on the wall - got to read the message, in Arabic.
Or pig-latin... either way, you are getting this work.
And the pay off from it will be more than the pension is worth...
Come in, school y'all, on your elementary turf
Before I drop the bars down on you penitentiary smurfs...
With your arms crossed, like you all mean...
The pot calling the kettle black, then I blew off steam...
Your game is still on the console, though - you blew off STEAM...
The house is mine. Put an end to your U-Haul dreams...
Dude's sounding like Thomas the Train, with their comical aim..
iconic, I'm saying these footnotes would put Michelle Obama, to shame..
Not in my lane now, name out on an astronomical plain
Honestly, game got me playing Multiplicity, with these wannabe lames..