Throwback

Yo, let’s go, I’m steppin’ up, throwin’ shots,

Comin’ for your neck, lil’ mumble, I got plots.

You claim you spittin’ fire, but you sound like a kid,

Got your whole career built on mumblin’ shit.

 

Your rhymes so weak, they don’t hit like a brick,

Soundin’ like a toddler, damn bro, that’s sick.

 

I’m flexin’ on you heavy, got the drive of a thug,

While you sittin’ broke as hell, lookin’ like a slug.

Mother died, but you still actin' like a brat,

There’s no love in your heart, man, can’t you see that?

 

Cashed out and savage, I’m stackin’ mad greens,

Pockets so fat, man, I’m livin’ the dreams.

You out here in the streets, but you ain’t makin’ moves,

Too busy with them fake-ass flows, you lose.

 

Talkin’ ‘bout your grind, boy, go back to school,

Learn how to rap right, stop playin’ the fool.

You a throwback to the times of struggle and pain,

I’m the future, best believe, I’m bringin’ the rain.

 

Lookin’ at your photos, man, what the fuck is that?

Lotta filters can’t save that acne attack.

I’m droppin’ bombs like ISIS, while you just playin’ games,

In the ring with a beast, boy, you feelin’ the flames.

 

I’m the king in the scene, watch me gobble up dreams,

While you out here broke, bustin' at the seams.

You can’t step to my level, I’m a lyrical beast,

So take your lil’ mumble, time to say peace.

 

Yeah, we throwin’ it back, but I’m light-years ahead,

You just stuck in the mud, gonna stay misled.

Call yourself a rapper? Man, that’s a straight joke,

I’m the flame, you the mist, just a shadow that chokes.

 

So step back, lil’ boy, let a real one in,

I’m the fire, the hustle, let the games begin.

Your legacy’s fade, like a ghost in the fog,

This the throwback of legends, I’m the lyrical dog!

You weaker than an anemone, an enemy, you hog!

Yea drop down like mutton chop you clown bow down

to the king of this ring you don't rap you sing

Your mother i'm bumping wait a minute she not nothing!

you lack the rap attack ability, capability, symphony

trigger me, killin me, i got agility, motha feelin me

probability, minority, stacks go to infinites, lyrical me!

I'm the real goat! Got a good beat note, take a good note

to be better, cant be a begger, mumblin bout' some "cheddar"

How the mother wait forget her! someone beheaded her with a shredder

Mumble rap error, mumble bout false treasure and leather sweater

final throwback a good wrist smack you slack a comeback

that was a whack attack big back flak rhymes worse than FACK

take a tack track flight or fight REACTion back you lack rap attack in your backpack