fake rappers

Noone can convince me that I ain't struggled constantly depressed 'n livin' in pain,-

(i've been) overwhelmed by the hatred and driven insane,-

 

so there's nothin' you can do to me,-

nothin' you say could get through to me,-

'cause I set precedence I spit all the dopest shit nothin you say is new to me,-

 

i want to see someone with real lyrical talent diss me,-

i'm ready for war 'n anyone who challenges me,-

 

but it's pointless to think you will defeat me,-

none of you amateurs have the skill to beat me-

 

thinkin' you will is senseless,-

like denying these battles are based off popular consensus,-

i'll stab you all my blades go dull even after you die i'm relentless,-

my rounds last for hours you'll swear my clips are endless,-

 

i'll unload'''this full clip in you hoe,-

but not before i finish '''pistol whippin' you though,-

 

'n for those that don't know about me,-

ignorantly praising your favorite artist proudly,-

i suggest you don't doubt me,-

 

'cause i'ma make y'all regret that you ever bet against me,-

if you diss me blood'll get shed immensely,-

so you better hope nothin' you've said offends me,-

 

my latent skill as an artist shows prominently,-

i have the most blatent illest 'n hardest flows dominantly-

crushin' all of my competition to appeal to homies,-

'n weed out these fake artists i'm on a mission to reveal the phonies,-

 

i speak truth fluently I wouldn't dare to lie,-

so all you fake artists should prepare to die