The Times They Are A-changin’

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Verse 1 starts @35 sec mark~ will extend the beat longer later and the first 2 verses is me speaking about myself through a “younger generation perspective of how they think about me”

Chorus~
It’s you who doesn’t understand
With the way you’ve criticize
It’s all beyond your command
The old roads are rapidly agin’
Go ahead put the car on drive
If you know you can’t withstand
For the times they are a-changin'
 
V1- young gen perspective
Just another pep talk to Keith, remember the days when you were the head honcho, see!
Those were the days you were unstoppable but lately you’ve been a dead hollowing
Rotten corpse, you’re such a twerp these current times, you must be bored
Constant worded as top the world but your stance is dropping more
And you can’t stop its course as you stall and turn away from the facade you born
Everyone stares and wait for the rocket burn out of fuel and see you falling towards
Planet Earth, probably will be a fast enough fall we won’t have to dig a hole
Call it the meteor cremater, you’ll pre-historic like all of those dinosaurs
Your impact was once deadly like the prior SARS, but a newer virus halt
The world in a spiral fall, yes we the younger ones were all once inspired from
Man, you just ain’t as powerful~
and you can say the newer versions of you have out-plagued you
Watching the fire spawn and the lips wired shut, you’ve been tiresome
Since your debut, you wanna stay true to yourself, now they hate you
What happened to your Reign, he’s lackin’ energy
Who asked you to display your rap abilities?
Some have surpassed your level, geez, we all once used to be a flap of parakeets
Chirping wishing to imitate you, we’re all grown up and now had hatched to parrots,-
We don’t need your leadership anymore, your membership been revoked
The bitter shit you have spoke has shown your age, blown away but never could see the hope
For you to change, we will remain estranged probably always forever until you’re gone.
 
Chorus~
It’s all beginning to fall
For him who is hurting
Singing one his last songs
While the battle’s ragin’
Everyone is now mourning
As it all just rattles on
For the times they are a-changin’
 
V2- young gen perspective
That crown of yours is starting to rust
It’s now really just covered in dust
It’s time for you to pass the torch
I don’t want to harass you more
The castle’s torn, trashed & burned
And half of your tasking force
No longer remains, it’s over today
Wave your white flag to form
Your surrender or some more will fate
All these raps about war didn’t age well
It’s only been fatal since you had laid low
Luckily the comments are like you, disabled
We used wait for you to drop, I remember when Ish had to wait for you to drop
When you claimed to be this top lyricist but failed to retain all you had talked
I know you were combating multiple rappers, and in some ways it was because
Lil Chip said he don’t do Publicity Stunts, and it caused you to rage in all your songs
I noticed a typo and behold a fight blows between you and Trill, what the hell
It’s simply of a misspelling that set him really, looks like you called him out still
You meant to say “thrill” but who cares you’ll look more of a bitch now if you bail
But it doesn’t really matter after all you started lashing out on the next
But at some point it just seemed like you were crashing out with the diss
I liked Zemo but hated that other Rhythm song, regardless no one replied to you
I bet you thought you did something there with those, but they just blind-eye to
When you posted those, YOU WEREN’T A THREAT anymore to defining you
Made fun of all TRACK_KING’s dead friends, you made have survived your Poland battle
But lost this cyber one and respect to us the moment you decided to show them that eye of
The tiger, now it’s backfired to the point I doubt you can ever comeback from
This is a combat zone, your comrades’ gone, it’s been such a costly front
You at this point which is defeat, pinches in deep through your skin, fucking hooligan
Ah, great it’s you again with the battle rap talk but can’t sustain when they cook a diss
We want the conscious songs not your toxic thoughts, whoever’s that~ lock him up
I know he’s probably not coming back in a hundred long years, he’s fucking gone
I felt that “Short Written 2”, so relatable or even that one “When The Sun Goes Down”
Your pen’s beyond blown out, and you can continue to pretend to start those loud
Clout attacks, you wouldn’t even be as relevant if Maverick didn’t shared your name
I hereby say you’re nearly faded, 10 years in, I think it’s time for you to go, there I said it.
 
Echo of the chorus~
For the times they are a-changin’
 
V3- Person
They want my discography eviscerated
With a pinch of hatred, I bet your ready
To watch me collapse, a bit persuasive
At times but nothing can incinerate me
The only thing I’ll read is your obituary
Threats across the seas, quite possibly might mean I’m still on top of things
Give me mustard beat and I’ll show you fuckers a west coast tsunami sweep (‘cause)
There’s times I wanna get outlandish, desert storm this place like you’re Kuwait, damn
Any form of invasion, cause horrible cases of respiratory aches from this warfare damage
I’ve already sworn against en-emies that’re foreign/ domestic and I’m too courageous
To even ignore the sanctions all these fucking whores had managed to go impose, debatin’
What’s my place in this world, you’re anxiously hope I don’t respond by words outrageously
Or this resorts to pain and ALL BECAUSE OF SOME DUMB (Saddam) bitches in here wanted to show range
But who’s sane? (Hussein) because like a phone call I’ll have you hang
Up after speaking directly to you, especially if YOU decides they want a feud
Collab with whoever you think they’re running some internet rapping booth
I was calm like aqua blue but my attitude over the days has amassed into
Wanting to attack a few even if it all comes to friendly fire like Hamas do
Rapped around your heads like Turban when disturbed since a lot of you
Shoveling your feet and driving crazy like the Flintstones, Yabba-Dabba-Doo
I mean where the fuck were your responses when I was dropping Zemo?
Like Al Pacino, I’ll kill my own bloodline when betrayed amongst each other
Yall eyeballing me through a peephole, I’ll be the fucking bishop in this Cathedral
I’ve withheld a countless amount of times to secure what’s valid to allow my prime
Continue longer, to see what the venue offers but still a challenge is en route to light
I’m able balance all my doubts inside, I’m sincerely callous and about to fight
Anyone til their feelings hurt, I’m just conscious in a different way these days
We can play n trade bars any day but wait til my album ‘cause it’s heavy weight
I sound like the main artist in your features, and I ain’t even tried my hardest to go beat your
Asses, I’ll be inducted in this fake internet hall of fame while yall toughen up your demeanors
The only way I’m disappearing is when I’m done and I’ve already survived a whole ass decade
So lemme remind you whores to behave
‘Cause through the test of time I lived and fight my way with rhymes before you became
Who you are now, I don’t feel threatened even at gunpoint no more since my deployment
Having a sense of enjoyment when a damn annoyance like you steps in to show ‘em-
selves looking like fools desperate for attention, but all this time my message’s to destroy ‘em
I provide both guidance & coffins, you choose who you want to beside, us or fuckin’
Idiots who start groups, or has collabs to help him finish up a wide-range of projects
Without them, those albums will be unfinished, some of yall verses are like “Jesus wept”
Because they’re just as small as a fetus, shit!
Makes me wanna treat my PTSDs with empathogens like I’m Willow Smith
In a cathartic state, no narcotics waive the anger that’s been departing hate
But if you fuckers ever again started my day with shit again, imma be in my chaotic phase~
 
 
Chorus~
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'

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