Spar

weak scribbles tryna pass for scripture, nah, thats fraud

your "artistry" just traced alphabets from a preschool blackboard

I highlight graves, where your name get etched

your penmanship so shaky, doctors call it cursive ALS

you a free throw in rap, brick after brick, no net

amberlamps, call a hearse, your flow flatlined on the tech

nail you to the page, let the ink dissolve weak shit

your rhymes so light, the wind draft send your whole pad to the crib

 

wop, wop, wop, thats the sound of your pen skipping

dot, dot, dot, thats your career disappearing

why you trolling like a bitch? aint you tired?

your whole style borrowed, shouldve stayed retired

 

they not like us, they not like us, they not like us

you scribble, we carve, yall just graffiti fuss

they not like us, they not like us, they not like us

your pen broke, my words choke, hold the fucking cuffs

 

 

you think the game gon' let you fake calligraphy? nah

your last verse got erased like a bad etch a sketch, ah

did the culture foul? yeah, cause you still pretendin'

whats the word? fraud, your whole flow a synonym

 

the audience aint dumb, they see the shaky hands at work

rabbit hole of wackness, ima dig your plot deeper in the dirt

aint that funny? your masterpiece belongs under lost & found

aint no skill here, just a broke-ass pen running out

 

since day one, you been a footnote in my legacy

yall get erased, flipped over like a weak ass bibliography

whats your pen for? pretend originality? nah

you trace, I create. you fade, I dominate

 

mm-mm, thats the sound of your ego crumbling

mm-mm, thats your last rhyme fumbling

freaky-ass writer, still stuck in cursive

freaky-ass writer, still stuck in cursive

hey, hey, hey, hey, run to your mama

Hey, hey, hey, hey, your pen need drama