BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Jokes in the Game
- Yo, you step to me, but your flow is like molasses,
- Can't rhyme a scheme, bitch, look at me, I'm a savage.
- I spit fire bars while you just a weak kitten,
- Your lyrics ain't hittin', man, ain't even written.
- Flexin' on the 'Gram, but your pockets all crumby,
- Talkin’ big shit, but your crew ain't got no money.
- I've seen thugs in the hood with more heart and grit,
- You barely holdin' weight, boy, you just counterfeit.
- I’m a beast in the booth, spittin’ truth, it’s a feast,
- You a leech writin’ garbage, man, you need a priest.
- Can't rap, can't act, man, what the fuck you doin’?
- I’m a king in this game, and you just out here ruin’.
- Your wordplay’s trash, like a dumpster in the alley,
- My bars hit hard, make you scream like a bitch Sally.
- Call yourself a thug, but you softer than some cotton,
- In this rap fight, boy, your chances are forgotten.
- I’ll slice you up quick, like a chef with a blade,
- While you stutterin' lines, I’m the one makin’ waves.
- Ain’t no chance in hell you could outshine my rhymes,
- I’m the reason these beats drop, you just wastin' time.
- Man, you're just noise, like a fly buzzin' ‘round,
- I’m the king with the crown, yo, you just a damn clown.
- I’m buildin’ my empire while you playin’ pretend,
- Better call it quits now, ‘fore I’m forced to offend.
- So back the fuck up, know your place in this game,
- I’m the wolf in the wild, boy, you just a lame.
- Remember my name, cuz I’m spittin’ the truth,
- You can’t stand in my shadow, you’ll just fade in the booth.
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