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• Written by 123NARUTOHOKAGE
Yo, step aside, you ain't built for this lane,
Your bars so weak, they apologize in shame.
Talkin’ big online, but in person you whisper,
You softer than a bedtime tale read by your sister.
You claim you're the GOAT? That's comedy gold,
Only heat you bring is from your ramen turned cold.
I'm the storm in the booth, you're a light summer breeze,
You spit nursery rhymes—I spit doctoral degrees.
(Hook)
Mic check—uh oh, you wrecked,
Tryna flex on me? That’s a big misstep.
Every word you drop gets swept,
I’m the boss of the verse, better show respect.
(Verse 2)
Your flow’s outdated like a MySpace page,
Tryna hang with a giant, but you stuck on stage.
I’m the final boss level, you a demo disc,
Your lines so dry, I had to moisturize my fist.
I walk in, silence falls like respect just entered,
You walk in, it’s crickets—awkward tension centered.
Keep playin’ keyboard thug, I'ma write your defeat,
Your whole mixtape’s trash—I wouldn’t play it on repeat.
(Hook)
Mic check—uh oh, you wrecked,
Tryna flex on me? That’s a big misstep.
Every word you drop gets swept,
I’m the boss of the verse, better show respect.
