Versatile.

I'm tired of this bull shit.

The rap industry sure seems crooked.

But it did get, the purest shit I'd seen,

When Em spit some lit bars that had a meme,

In his new album , check it Mr. Bean,

Drop some workable lines on understanding teens ,

... That's how you become versatile.

 

 

Versatility, It's an ability, Of having a wide variety, Of skills ...

That can thrill, that will still help to fulfill, some bloody ass will ...

Like pay your bills, get a drill, get a grill, get a mill ...

You know what fuck that, it's time to kill.

 

 

To all the fucking fakes, who talk trash

about me straight outta the gate,

Mate, chuck the plate, (wait for a sec)

Evaluate, as fate would have it,

I'll be like Eminem when he was with Dr. Dre,

Make our stories corroborate, But seeing how long it takes,

It won't happen if I just fucking walked away, not every dog has his day,

and I'll make you pay, if you say I'm like Kanye,

(And the beat drops.)

"Ay Ay", no fuck that, I don't say that shit no more,

Fucking mumble rappers, I'll plant some C4s, cause I'm tired of

hearing you say "Ay, we own hip hop, check out my way, bae",

I'll fucking hit you with a nae nae,

and you'll end up homeless beside Chick-Fil-A.

Motherfuckers think I'm done with this, NO WAY.

I'm getting started with my disdain, I'd burst a fucking vein,

I'm taking names, playing the game, racking up the fame,

I came on your girlfriend, she wants me to take her to Spain,

What a shame, you just got the blame, and I've got a flame,

Lighting up, like a violent hurricane, fighting hard, to entertain,

Lightning striking down and I'm popping champagnes,

I can hear the rain, And the sound of broken windowpanes,

clattering, battering against the rain.

Didn't expect so much pain?

Haters trying to take a shot, but they can't aim.

Fucking thots, thinking that they can make an immortal feel pain,

I hear them complain, and it's insane, I just wanna blow their brains out,

like polyurethane, it'll disintegrate, but not me, cause I have ...

 

 

Versatility, It's an ability, Of having a wide variety, Of skills ...

That can thrill, that will still help to fulfill, some bloody ass will ...

Like pay your bills, get a drill, get a grill, get a mill ...

You know what fuck that, I'll murder all of you bitches like in Kill Bill.

 

 

Now it's time for that thunder clap,

Time to snap (no camera!), back to back, Tit for tat, knick for knack,

Cause When I attack, you'll be dead on the doormat,

Because I'm going "rata tat tat" ... like that AK-47 shooting a diplomat,

In the world of aristocrats, mix and match, wait, am I going too fast?

Fuck that, I ain't gonna finish last, having a blast to the past,

Do I wanna go superfast? ... This is my cup of tea, I'm having an epitomy,

There's epidemics, very little paramedics, my lyrics filled with vengeance,

To those who can't frame a single sentence, the very essence,

Of rapping, I feel like teaching lessons to the Mothefucking,

Bastards to get their everlasting understanding on rappin',

How it's not about grabbing words and acting like turds, but standing,

And rhyming with beat playing in the background,

Saying stories, explaining it, debating about life while placing bets,

Hating rappers who don't know when to call quits ...

They're like 8 Bit NPCs, fucking wheezing, in it for money and tits,

I'm sneezing, cause I'm allergic to these musical misfits, who take dick pics,

Misleading all the bitches by throwing those pictures into the mix,

Then they act like fucking pricks when getting in a relationship,

 

 

Yeah no, fuck that. I don't care about the blueprint.