Hypocrite

They call you a hypocrite

But I’m out here diving deep into intimate

Details of your life, your secrets are so intricate

You’d think it was a blueprint designed by a perfectionist with a limited

Supply of time, yet somehow still managing to keep everyone interested

In the mystery, like it's the final piece to complete a thousand-year-old pyramid Scheme, you’re out here tryna simulate

Success, but like a low-budget lab experiment using nothing but broken-down silicate

Particles, your efforts are so fragile, they’re cracking under the pressure faster than you could ever imagine, leaving you begging for love and approval like you were the beloved

Mascot, but the fans turned on you, disgusted

I got inducted

Into the hall of fame while you were still stuck in the basement, feeling insulted

And neglected, you tried to fight back, but your emotions erupted

Like a cheap volcano project gone wrong, the whole situation resulted

In nothing but a mess of invalid

Excuses and misguided decisions, and I was just sitting there instructed

To watch you stumble, while the crowd booed you for being so bigoted

You got filleted

On the mic, split open like a fish in a sushi chef’s expert hands, as my words disrupted

Your entire flow, leaving your weak rhymes destructed

And me just smoothly pivoted

Out of the way like I had rehearsed this battle a thousand times before, while you were left mistrusted

Your credibility deducted

From the game like a bad check bouncing out of the bank, distrusted

By your own crew, who picketed

Outside the studio, but still, they couldn’t help but be riveted