Cant Spit Cant Flex

Yo, you step to me, bitch? You must be smokin’ dust,

Claimin’ you a rapper, but your bars ain’t worth a rust.

I’m the beast unleashed, got that fire in my soul,

While you stumble through the beat, man, you just outta control.

 

Takin’ shots at me? You missin' like a blind man,

Spit that weak shit, lookin' soft like a flimsy brand.

You can’t rhyme for shit, I’m Picasso with the flow,

You paintin' stick figures while I’m out here steal’n the show.

 

Your lyrics flop like fish, tryin’ hard to swim,

I’m too lit with it, dim your lights, you can’t begin.

You flexin' on the ‘Gram, but ain't got no real clout,

Talkin’ big game while your crew’s filled with doubt.

 

I’m out here in the street, where the thugs roam free,

Your fucking microphones crack under pressure from me.

You a wannabe thug, tryna murk with a grin,

But I smell your fear, you ain't built it for the win.

 

I’m the king of this jungle, you just a lost cub,

Tryna take me down? Nah, bitch, you need a new hub.

You can’t spit a verse without stumblin’ and fail,

Got a weak-ass flow like a snail in the trail.

 

So go back to the cradle, watch me murder this beat,

Send you scurrying home, tail tucked between your feet.

With made-up words, I’ll leave you twisted in the dust,

This diss like a shot, no mercy, it’s a must.

 

I’m the truth in the booth, you a joke to the game,

Can’t step to my level, you ain’t even got a name.

So take your weak bars and your crew full of fools,

This battle’s over quick, you just played by the rules.

 

Sign off with a burst, call your rap a “failed test,”

You ain’t built for this life, consider it your rest.

I’m the storm in the night, put your lights out with ease,

While you walkin’ home scared, prayin’ for the peace.