Rhyme Reaper

Yo, you think you hard? Nah, you soft like a pillow,

Claimin' that you raw, but your verses ain't ill, bro.

I’m the rhyme reaper, I’m just playin’ with my food,

You a tough act to follow, but the comedy's rude.

 

You step to me, I laugh like, “Damn, what a joke!”

Can't spit a bar without soundin' like a dumb bloke.

Flexin' on the 'Gram, but you missin' your beat,

You soundin' like a cat stuck up under my feet.

 

I rhyme with precision, you just out here slippin',

Thought you had a vision, but your flow’s still drippin’.

Your mouth full of sound bites, but check your front,

You ain't got the juice, all you servin' is a stunt.

 

I got that wordplay slingin' like a lyrical knife,

You out here building castles made of lies and strife.

Call yourself a thug, but your card's been declined,

Tryna steal my shine, but I’m light years aligned.

 

You be chasin' clout, thinkin' you the hottest on block,

But I'm the kingpin, so I’ll leave you in shock.

I’m ghostin’ your dreams, I’m the phantom you fear,

I kill the competition, watch 'em disappear.

 

You bustin’ out rhymes? Nah, you bustin’ out whines,

Claimin' that you grind, but I'm drawin' the lines.

You can’t touch this heat, boy, I'm flame on the track,

You buildin' a house of cards, I’m the wolf on the stack.

 

You out here miscast, like an actor with no role,

I'm the star of this show, now I’m takin' control.

I’ll leave you in the dust, watch your pathetic ass fade,

I’m here for the throne, you’re just unfit for the trade.

 

So pack it up, clown, better exit the scene,

I’m king of this game, while you just a has-been.

Rappin’ with elegance, while you sound like a fool,

So step back, punk, you ain't fit for my school.

 

I’ll school you on bars while you fumble and trip,

I’m spittin’ this fire, man, you can't handle this grip.

So take your weak rhymes and just toss ‘em in the trash,

You’re done with this round, now watch me continue to smash.