Precise

this aint no open mic night, dude

your whole discography SC sewage, trashed

flow so weak, my grandma walks straighter, truth

you Pentium 2 rappin' in a quantum age, crashed

claimin' street cred? your toughest fight was with the DMV line

glock 17 fantasies, but your piece is airsoft, please

your punchlines land like a toddler swingin' wild

got more misses than a stormtroopers aim, deceased

heard that last track? sounded like dial up screamin'

synapses blacked like your whole system froze

your delivery? Cpr on a corpse, no feelin'

while my cadence flows like vintage D'Angelo, smooth

you quote Kool Moe Dee but move like a roomba stuck

repeating tired patterns, predictable as traffic, sad

my wordplays a glitch in your weak ass program

blue screen of death where your rap career had

listen close now

you the human equivalent of a pop up ad

desperate for clicks, spoutin' nonsense you heard

your pain sounds like a spoiled kid who lost his new ipad

while my stories etched in concrete, every single word

that teflon throat claim? nah, more like velcro

every weak bar sticks, proves you fraudulent

im the T-1000 terminatin' fakes, no echo

leave your whole catalogue lookin' obsolete and redundant

save that verbal scalpel shit for your mirror

before you cut yourself on that dullass edge

my presence alone makes weak mcs disappear

poof like your fanbase after one listen, I pledge

track mute, cloud delete, your obsolete, son

captain planet villain origin story, toxic waste

this aint a poem, its a verbal beatdown

now watch the master work, learn somethin', or just erase