Yippee
• Written by wasp
check the vitals mic cord wrapped like a tourniquet tight
spit glacial pace, then accelerate outta sight
your whole catalog shelf life shorter than milk left out
flow so predictable, pigeons coo the hook before you shout
think you intricate? nah, tangled like cheap headphones
I dissect scripts clean leave your lexicon hemorrhaging on loan
peep the technique: syllables landmines in every verse
your complex bars just noise pollution make the universe worse
reference? I got em: silver surfer chrome on the pen tip
while you quote yourself recycled trash, a narcissistic trip
metaphors aint forced, they nest like roaches in cheap plaster
your punchlines hit soft soggy bread in a word disaster
density packed tighter than sardines in a st. Ides can
every word serves the sentence, surgical strike, understand?
no rusty swords here, kid my verbal joints monofilament thin
slice your ego so fast, the wound dont even let the pain begin
you claim realness? sound like bad karaoke through blown speakers
authentic? please. your whole act reeks of desperate trend seekers
I flow like dark matter unseen pressure, crushin' constellations
while you stumble over syllabl, verbal public transportation
no breakdowns needed, the rhythm's the autopsy slab
lyrics precise leave your confidence stabbed, drained, and grabbed
conciseness is key one bar, one concept, dead on arrival for you
my rhymes weighty like dumbbells dropped in lukewarm oatmeal, breaks through
forget death by syllables this is linguistic asphyxiation
your whole crew gon' need therapy after this verbal immolation
I aint sad, im clinical. cold as liquid nitrogen on concrete
writin' your obit while you rappin' ultimate defeat
ditch the try hard, find the pocket deeper than a grave dug fresh
pr stay washed up just another name on the mic check death list. next.