Makaih Freeverse

Half a decade I did this shit, finally seeing some progress and seeing some penmanship

My competition coming up out the woodworks, this Young Gepetto

Pen no put the pedal to the pad my words are gas its settled

 

They want some catchy hooks I guess they why I’m talked about

Guess I set a high bar for Biggie stans with cotton mouth

My biggest stanza got a high bar count you copping out

With simple turns of phrase I turn a phrase backwards inside, and out

 

Oh so you silent now? Cause I can prove it

Don’t read my shit gotta study it, turn your pupil to student

Its fucking stupid how often I’m overlooked

Less you talking bout flows and hooks, all around the coldest to do this

 

Y’all around cold-ish its sad that

They mixing art up with rapping,

Then treat that shit like a pageant

They spit bout designer jackets

Then ask me like Dahm what happened

They pay for fame with the trapping

Then act like they going platinum, maaaaaan

 

Who fucking did this

Labels treating rappers like dogs and they paying em out with bitches

With Yeezy in 2020 they better pray for forgiveness

So maybe we quit the holding hands and have some competition,

Get this, Nick, you been overly optimistic

And openly on my dick with your flows and your bars you bit

But I’m hoping you fucking make it, I know that you want this shit

But you cloning me’s off the table, Just know that you are forgiven

 

Cause thats the part of the game that I got a problem with

Artists sharing the same flows, lacking the same confidence

Giving in to the fact that they only famous from politics

All exchange information if not then exchanging compliments

 

All of this, rappers manufactured like some barcodes

Tell you that you sound like another rapper you startled

Homie you ain’t original sorry for being cynical

But somebody said what you said and better than you did it too

 

Motherfuck a subliminal,

I’m coming straight for your neck

The flow is chopper I upgrade from the Tech

You need bullet points for all your accomplishments at the best

I just step up in the function and engage in the flex

 

Cause damn, married to the game- its got a nice ring to it

Make a fucking banger and rappers gon’ try to sing through it

None of the opposition hitting the mark as I do

Put my cards on the table still wonder what you gon’ bring to it

 

These rappers tryna go slander me, how about

You treat my name like a dick and try keep that shit out ya mouth

I put these rappers in they place and they get minimum wage there

I really don’t play fair, you get what I’m bout, damn

 

I take the music and really try to refine it

These hook based rappers do verses to pass the timing

Dropped this shit just a day after the tape I been grinding

Like on some real shit, you fakes gon use the word but not define it

 

You got a good song, you picked the wrong time and place

Cause Dahm stomping the competition is commonplace

My bars you tripping on the proof, its why you all amazed

But I’ma go and fuck off cause I could talk for days