Imback

Aw shit, here I go
Steamrolling niggas like D-I-O
I don't fuck with snake niggas like my name is G.I. Joe
See, I know
How to burn a beat like I'm an arsonist
With flows so marvelous
Niggas wishing they was as hard as this

I don't got no wisdom teeth, but you know I spit truth

Underneath your abysmal raps

I can see right through you like crystal

Rapping like you carry pistols

Never shot a toy gun

I ain't no kung fu master, but I got them hands like poison

Your flow be sounding so cheesy

The way that you spit makes me queasy

I make this rap shit look easy

Because I am the one like I'm Weezy

The shit I spit is far from painless

So when I send shots, you know they won't be aimless

I'm like a beast that is tameless

Fucking with me, then you're brainless
Wilson, NC, I stay repping my city
When I murder beats with lyrics that's witty
All you rappers falling off, it's a pity
Cause half of the reason, your raps be too shitty
You niggas is clowns, and I ain't talking Pennywise
2020, my career's on the steady rise
I stay true to my name when I spit this flows
Like a machine gun, I kill you with many lines
On any beat, I be wylin
This shit is just more than freestylin
Protect ya neck when I come for the C.R.E.A.M.
Like them Wu niggas from Staten Island
Ya'll think I'm a joke, I'm not smilin'
When it's beef, there ain't no reconcilin'
There ain't no fucking way I'mma stop
Till you find me sleepin' on a big money pile and

You cannot fuck with the TEK

Never chase a bitch, I'm all about a check

Swear to god, anyone who try to diss

Can get this business in a matter of sec

My advice, you better take a rain check

Or else it's about to get ugly like Shrek

Most savage bars coming straight at his neck

Believe I'll leave his ass a straight nervous wreck

Stars

Yeah, it's me on the track
You know Coop's got my back
When it comes to flows, you know I never slack
Bitch, your shit is wack
Flows and dedication you lack
I ain't gon never stop until I earn a fucking plaque
I proceed with the execution
Like I'm out for retribution
Mumble rappers taking over, I'm starting a revolution
My shit go harder than granite
You niggas can't fuckin' stand it
When I rhyme, it's so complex even Genius can't understand it
Don't even say shit
Cause your flow is basic
I'm VVS and you a one dollar bracelet
It just ain't that hard to see without some fuckin' Lasik
That I am next in line to be one of the fuckin' greatest
I stay sick like a terminal disease
You know my steez
Mercilessly annihilate beats with ease
I'm incredible like the Parrs
Cause I never run out of bars
Me and Coop blow up, you know we gon' be shining with the stars

Verse

It's the modern day mic wrecker
Kill a track like it's my omega
I'm holding fuckin' beats for ransom, no Lil Tecca
Deck a, nigga in the face
When I step in the place
Cause I could give a fuck less about your music taste
You're a waste of space
To the tracks I lace
And Murda like Mase
You know you can't pick up the pace
When I spit this flow
I'm here to get this dough
When I blow up like decorations on a Christmas show
It's strictly business, yo
Like Erick and Parrish
My rhymes are nightmarish
But unappreciated like Cherish
I leave you to perish, no publish
'Cause your shit is rubbish
Against rhymes that's raw, rigid, rugged, sturdy, and thuggish
Harder than a boulder, mane
Fuck with me, it's game over, mane
I'm the Dhalsim of rap, spitting straight yoga flames
When I start wildfires, fuck Smokey the Bear
Burning at 190 degrees, you can't hope to compare
Better prepare or beware
The kid from NC's here
You can't fuck with me like a boss that's cheaper than weave hair
On my Birdman shit, for my town, I'm playing ball
Tryna get noticed by an A&R
Have you saying Auf Wiedersehen for going off like we the same
But we ain't the same
Difference is; I'm raining pain
While you raining pussy juice from your lips and shit
I lyrically injure rappers sweeter than Lipton, bitch
Because you're too soft
You're a fucking goofball
Have you niggas in your feelings like Drake getting booed off
Man, you better screw off
Before I leave your fucking nose red like Rudolph
And get your larynx chewed off
Your rhymes are fabricated
Got me aggravated
Whole fucking fanbase getting captivated
They should be assassinated
Decapitated
Emasculated
Supporting these artists that never graduated
Left the real incapacitated
Their favorite song is what they masturbated to
No, I'm not an old head, but I don't have to hate it, too
Who am I to speak on how the community's too phaseable
When I can be content on how guys like that are replaceable?
Saying they relatable; it's those that are the dumbest ones
And if I ain't shit, then I must be number one
Cause when it comes to beats like this, I'm just slaying
You just playing, I'm just saying

Driveway

Okay, how the fuck do I start this off?
What's a boulder to a little rock, no Arkansas
TEK-22 going crazy like Mardi Gras
All about the motherfucking money like Marshall Law
My flow stronger than a nigga with a six pack
While yours is soundin like you need a motherfucking tic tac
No toe, have a mothafucka bleeding rojo
After I knock em out like Miguel Cotto
My shit's gonna be bumping from Canada to Kyoto
Cause I paint pictures, no Instagram photos
Aye, I'm a pitbull, you Toto
So get the fuck off my dick, no homo
Aye, we ain't teammates
So save the drama for the motherfuckin DJ
Going Super Saiyan like V-E-G-E-T-A
We the best from Carolina, aint no de-bate
Now I'm switching up my fucking flow
Fresher than your fucking clothes
I'm going hard while you niggas sweeter than Tootsie Rolls
Fire in the fucking booth
Spitting like I've lost a tooth
Rappers lying in their songs, but I'm tellin the fucking truth
Spit Satanic verses like I came straight outta fucking Hell
I've heard better bars from niggas from a fucking prison cell
Treat this beat like a fucking piece of meat when I beat it up
This whole time I was going slow, but this time Imma speed it up
I'm bringing the pain
You ain't New Edition, you can't stand the rain
Niggas be acting like they some Bruce Waynes
Till I'm breaking backs like What's Batman to Bane?
I'm going insane like the Joker
Slaughter the track till it's over
Flushing your flows like I'm playing some Poker
When I bring the bars, better Ante Up like them M.O.P. niggas from Saratoga
Better have my fucking cash
Or I'll have to turn your ass to fucking ash
No Fresh Prince
Am I next to blow? Bitch, you guessed it
Time into my music, I invest it
Run away and hide, I suggest it
These rapid fire flows, you can't best it
Any beat you got, you request it
And I wrecks it
Uh, who next, bitch?
Enter the studio, I'm showing you the exit
Shining on the track like a brand new necklace
The way I'm spitting these flows so reckless
I don't fuck with bitches but I'm not sexist
They don't understand me like they're dyslexic
Spittin dirty shit like I'm from Houston, Texas
While I beat the beat up like it's domestic
Human Torch shit, no Fantastic Four
You fake as a goddamn plastic whore
You just a thing of the past, and I'm just the nigga that they need to pass the torch
My shit so fire that it's gonna set some cars ablaze when the homie pass the cord
I've been a student of the flow and I taught myself, what the fuck I need a master for?
I'm going crazy like a primate
All your faking shit is giving me a migraine
I ain't Usher, but I like to do things My Way
When I'm walking past, you best be looking sideways
I'm a champion, y'all just lightweights
Going past a hundred, park it in the driveway
What's a motherfucking Glass Joe to a Shao Kahn?
Time to go, push the start, step the gas, and I'm gone

Rent (Verse 2)

Through my junior year, I kept making beats and writing lyrics
Yeah, I was never perfect, and yes, I had my critics
I never took lessons, and I never took it serious
Believed myself to be the best; I was fucking delirious
12th grade, wrote my first song
And a couple more, hoping for a chance to get on
Came up with my first stage name, Kyd TERROR
Never made sense, could have came up with something better
But I was too young, too dumb, too immature
Acting like I've done this music shit before
Recorded with a shitty microphone
It was at that shining moment that my dreams were set in stone
Made my first mixtape at the age of eighteen
Young Carolina rapper coming fresh out the scene
Never cared about the mainstream
But still to this day, I continue to do this shit all for the CREAM

Rent (Hook)

Have you ever had a dream?
Were you ever inspired enough to develop a scheme?
Have you ever had a dream?
Is it just for the love, or is it all for the CREAM?

--

Have you ever had a dream?
Ever wishing you could make it so you could taste that green?
Because I too have a dream
And I've made it clear since the age of 16

Quesadilla

Bust this, bring the ruckus
You're spitting straight bupkis
While I'm literally delivering straight poetic justice
No Janet Jackson
I split distractions into fractions
Better learn to do the math, son
And get on your Isaac Newton shit
Who is this
Nigga that spits flames like a Koopa, bitch
I'm a new face
That's soon to be the next big thing like Blueface
Squeezing the microphone like it's toothpaste
White shit all in your boo face
And she lick it up
Hot beats, I rip it up
Mumble rappers, give it up
This is the
Lyrical shit
Over your egotistical shit
That shit's satirical, kid
Better make yourself invisible, bitch
Like you Sue Storm
With that voice sounding like a newborn
Cause my shit's like food porn
Mouth watering
While it's harder than
Parents losing to their child in an argument
Harder than trying to get into Harvard, and
Harder than trying to find a cure for the Parkinson
While your shit's softer than the Backyardigans
I'm on that 90's shit
Rappin like it's 96
You rappin like a whiny kid
With a tiny dick
Sit in a corner somewhere
You can't compete where you can't compare
Ya'll some fuckin Winnie-the-Pooh ass niggas, I'm a grizzly bear

Morning

Good morning, the sun rises to greet ya
To bacon and eggs, you say I'm ready to eat ya
Out the door, a new day is ready to meet ya
Along the way, life's lessons destined to teach ya
Along with new problems ahead
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's what Nas said
In your Honda Civic, journeying around the block
To your job, you gotta punch in at 9'o clock
Got the coworkers greeting
While attending business meetings
Working hard for them new Jordans that you were dreaming
About having in your possession
Show them off? No question
Meanwhile the boss was talking about recession
People going broker than bones
Can't even pay their student loans
And not even the bills to their house or their phones
But you was never aware
You was just daydreaming 'bout some J's to wear
When out here's an economic nightmare
Lunchtime came and went
Three dollars and eighty cent
While you're eating, ask yourself: Have you ever paid your rent?
Back to work, continue the day
Boss called you to his office, he's got something to say
It's much, much more worse than just docking your pay
You were itching to buy the Jordan's, now there's just no way
But wait, it gets worse
Back home, you just got evicted
Unemployment's a disease, and you've just been afflicted
Had everything planned out, but this you never predicted
Life works in mysterious ways, whether pure or wicked

MartialArts

I kick flows that's naughty
I pack punches like Karate
Blows rupture through your chest like a shottie
Won't hesitate, I
throw elbows like Muay Thai
Leave their nose redder like the Kool Aid Guy
So what you wanna do
I got the mindset like Kung fu
Niggas with egos
I flip 'em like Aikido
Styles sharper than Kendo blades
I'm rhyming like them old days
Anyone know somebody better than him? No way
With the one-two
Can't see me like peek-a-boo
Only time I'm caught slipping is whenever I'm dodging you
Topics, I'm like Taekwondo
Warrior like Alfonzo
Ain't no escaping when I hit you with a combo
To me you're stepping? I'll break your back like Wrestling
What the fuck you expecting? What the fuck was you guessing?
That I won't break your shit like it's MMA?
Nigga, you trash like the Sacred Fist, Kensei
Bow to your sensei
I'm Bruce Lee, bitch you know
I go on and on like backflips from Jeet Kune Do
These niggas is psuedos
They pussies like putos
While I'm out grinding, tryna get pockets fatter than a Sumo
You know that I'm likely
To hurt niggas that bite me
But on the other hand, I'm chill like practicing Tai chi
And play shit low-key like a ninja
The masked avenger
Lyrical swords slice contenders
I injure
With rhymes from the Shaolin Temple
Shout out to the Wu, can it be all so simple?
Simple like street fighting
I keep rhyming
While you mumble rappers keep lying
I'm mixing flows up like Kajukenbo
And killing beats, no matter the tempo
Careers? I end those
Or for a better term; discontinue
Who step into my venue
Game over, there's no continue

Numbers

One time for your mind, like the old ones say
One life, one love, one Earth, one day
People say there's two sides to a story
There's also two sides to a blade that can make a scene gory
Three universal truths that tell us all about life
And imperfection like the divorce of a man and a wife
There's four elements in the world; I've chosen two
Water for how I flow, and fire for how I burn a beat or two
So much knowledge on this track, I'm feeling like a Five Percenter
You feel any smarter, you should give me thanks like November
So many rappers this year have been laid six feet under
Most of these deaths now still strike us hard like thunder
There's seven deadly sins that can send you to hell
There's still eight million stories in the city to tell
All this shit I'm saying might have you Wonder like Ninth
Either you might react in awe or you might be blind
Also, there's ten commandments in the Bible to obey
So be sure to thank God every day that you pray
Got nothing to lose like the nigga from Ocean's Eleven
The beat's about to go off, and that's the end of this lesson

FloatationDevice

It's blasphemy for you to see the last of me
Mouth is the barrel, words are bullets, and mind is the magazine
My name ain't Cassidy, but I'm bringing bars back
I suggest ya'll start back, here, let me hand ya'll a starter pack
Mr. Experienced right here, been doing this for more than five years
Like a master, but without the white hair
I'm killing rappers like Freddy Krueger in nightmares
And guzzle their remains like I'm downing bottles of Lite Beers
Or maybe Guinness
I'm a menace like Dennis
Killing beats in a matter of minutes
The crowd is the witness
It's strictly business
When I get vicious
With vocabulary that's malicious
And pernicious
Have 'em running like bitches
To their own momma
Wetting their pajamas
Tell em bout the drama
How I left them with one eye like the cyclops from Futurama
Fire beats, intelligence, I combine this
Against motherfuckers that's rhymeless
Leave their whole state mindless
And generally spineless like amoeba
Write rhymes with no cheeba
Niggas say they animals? Better call PETA
I see the, future in my plans and it's clear
It's my year
No doubts, no regrets, and no fear
I'm the only nigga in Wilson that's ever this nice
The way I flow on this, you might need a flotation device

Rent (Verse 1)

I'm getting older, but I'm never too old to dream
When I get on my busy shit, I do the work of a team
See, I came up with a scheme to do it all for the CREAM
Haters see me and they start getting mad and steamed
I told myself, 'Just keep walking through life and not a step lesser'
I thought of being a teacher or even a professor
But then I found music
Listening to Jay-Z, I knew I had to make my dream seem more than just an illusion
Making beats, writing rhymes, the whole nine
Bars, snares, flows, hi-hats, and basslines
Sure, music's never in my bloodline
But I kept practicing till I grew better and better like fine wine
13, blasting Wu-Tang in my room
And banging beats in the tables of the desk to the lunchroom
To 16, experimentation in Fruity Loops
From there, I had to put my growing talent to use

MumbleRap

Just copped some new shoes
Yo bitch look like a goose
Bitch I got the juice
Handyman like Soos
Pull up and come with the hands
I just made a hunnid bands
She suck on my dick like a lollipop
Run up on me, you get molliwopped
Versace, Armani, Gucci
Yo bitch wanna do me
Fake niggas don't amuse me
Run up on me, I'mma come with the uzi
All of my diamonds is ruby
Yo bitch be looking like Snoopy
I am your teacher, don't lose me
Bubbling like a jacuzzi
--
What the fuck you doing
I be fucking cooling
My niggas winning, you losing
I leave all your plans in ruins
--
You know what I'm about
I'm drenched up in clout
You know what I'm about
Either run with me or get the fuck out
You know what I'm about
Shut your fucking mouth
You know what I'm about
Fucking your bitch, I'mma make her shout
I'm original, you a copy
I'm a hard disk, you a floppy
I'm swimming like seafood
Fucking with me you get removed
You don't even wanna diss me
I'm coming with the 50
You old as hell in your sixties
I'm riding around in my city

RXNNYJ

These rhymes are of another caliber
I'm shooting shit up like it's Galaga
If you talking shit, you better back it up
Before I throw you in the fucking aqueduct
I've never had a fuck
To give about amateurs
Cause to them, I'm the motherfucking Avatar
Check the vernacular
When I'm rapping, bruh
When I spit, I'm out for blood like Dracula
I can go bar for bar with the best of them
And I can run, rip, and rhyme with the rest of them
Dominate challengers till there is less of them
Put pussy niggas in skirts when I'm dressing them
I smoke em like cigarettes
Bitch, I got no regrets
When I be killing sets
Leave em in silhouettes
Told y'all in Stormwatch, I'm shining like VVS
Owning you niggas like Sixers to Nets
Rhymes quicker than Flash
All you niggas is trash
All these beats, I just turn them to ash
Your bitch on my call
And I'm aiming to smash
Come straight on her face like Splash
Murdering a rapper like I'm armed with a machete
Slicing him and dicing him like he made of confetti
How you hard behind the screen but you softer than Teddy?
Webster Dictionary states that you was never ready
For this conflict
Bitch, you should've been more conscious
Or listened to your conscience
And now you're unconscious
Internet thugs need to pick another option
Either keep your mouth shut or take lessons in boxing
Now let's pick another topic
Niggas yelling on the mic and always saying they the best
But get all up in their feelings when they see someone's success
Never knowing that kind of shit can only bring so much stress
Calling other niggas shit mysterious
When that certain someone always takes their music serious
These niggas is delirious
They need to call up a professional who's smart and imperious
Next topic
Everybody wanna be successful
But who do we turn to when the shit gets too stressful?
We are all special
With so much full potential
One day, we could rise up and do something monumental
Especially me
I could crush any emcee
With any flow hotter than one hundred, thousand degrees
I'm a chef with the flows and the rhymes and the cadences
Delivering the words and the lyrics and the sentences
I'm the golden boy of rap
Going in on any beat, either drill or boom bap
The way I'm spitting on this track, you know I had to get the strap
I ain't talking bout burritos, but you know this is a wrap

6

It's TEK-22
Kicking flows like Kung-Fu
Art of lyrical war, call me the next Sun Tzu
Split personality; I'm either a serious or fun dude
One song, I could be spitting some shit people can bump to
Next one, I can get all conscious wondering about when times get rough, who do we run to?
Why do I make a hard musical art seem so easy like One, two
Three
When it's hard being a starving rapper from North C?
I don't know, maybe they're too blind to see
That I'm trying to be what I chose to be
Maybe they're just too fixated on trying to criticize me
But fuck them, because I'm grinning
I'mma stay winning
Because this is only the beginning
Trying to make it in a world that's focused on sinning
War, lust, sloth, and greed
Selfish people taking food out of the mouths of your seed
And so-called friends that put on a mask for you so they can leave you to bleed
Ya'll may not give a fuck or whatever, but please take heed
Someday, love and positivity may be just what you need
But sometimes, happiness can be too much and have you looking like you just smoked a pound of weed
Next topic, these wannabe rappers, if you can call 'em that
Fifty percent, or five percent, ya'll talk about the flows you spit
As for the rest of the percentage, ya'll keep talking about how many hoes you get
Why the fuck do you continue to remain or even make it when you know you shit?
Especially when I just heard that bullshit called Old Town Road
Or better yet, the song that broke the hip-hop code
Mixing hip-hop with country music is just an accident waiting to happen
That ain't rapping
This is rapping
The rhyme assassin
Decapitating rappers and walking off laughing

Go blow for blow until they're down on the floor, gasping

For air desperately for the skills they're lacking

You've got a few seconds left for your final thought like Springer

Before I end this like Thanos with a single snap of the finger

Avenger of the rap game

But a young nigga like me might see this as a bad thing

Sometimes I blame my generation

For being the shame of our nation

We were supposed to further our knowledge and keep learning, even after graduation

But sadly, we start getting worse and worse in each incarnation

Should I continue to try to change them before it's too late?

Before we continue contributing to the death rate?

Or should I just continue to wait?

While whatever the world has in store for us seals our fate?

Maybe I just do nothing but ramble

But ever since Jah died, it was up to me to take the mantle

Yes, I am aware that this goal is quite a gamble

Because I no longer fear death

At 23, I've already prepared what is to be my last breath...

#OldYe4

Let me start this off by saying 'Rest in Peace' to Nipsey Hussle with the Marathon
It fucking sucks that you'd be unexpectedly gone
Another RIP goes out to Detroit's Big Proof
The best from the city ever to spit facts in the booth
Sean Price, who taught onion heads to rhyme
Rest in Power, I still never knew that it would be your time
Mac Miller, rest easy, hope you're Swimming in Heaven
OD'd on September 7, what's the price of depression?
XXXTENTACION, can't forget about ya
Once a dreg, now you almost blossomed to a flower
Rest in Peace to Phife Dawg, aka, The Funky Diabetic
In my opinion, ATCQ's most poetic
Capital STEEZ, RIP, could've been something great
At a young age, you met such a tragic fate
Guru from the Gang Starr, such a thoughtful teacher
Every one of his verses was destined to reach ya
Ol' Dirty Bastard, the master
Of the rap style these mumble rappers trying to model after
Big L, Rest In Peace, you was a beast
A legend from 140th and Lenox's streets
Prodigy warned us about Illuminati
Society said he knew too much, so they made him a body
But let's not get too into that; let's just move on to Big Pun
Aside from lyrics, he also gave us The Rain and The Sun
Closing this out, can't forget 2pac and Biggie
If I were to die next, please do not forget me

Hook

Thunder, lightning, rain, we bringing the pain
I shine, you shine, we shine like VVS chains
Stop playing games, we don't fuck with none of you lames
We'll damage you like a SPAS-12 straight to the frame

Thunder, lightning, rain, we bringing the pain
I shine, you shine, we shine like VVS chains
Broke as hell and tryna make it out, that's the main thing
Seeking record deals, money, clothes, cars, and the fame

#OldYe5

You about to be dearly departed
Don't get me started
Like the Black Eyed Peas
Cause I'mma leave you with a black eye, B
Destroy you like S-I-D, Phillips
I'm sharper than steel tips
Of the blade, be very afraid
Of how I rip this
I ride the fuckin' beat like the Nimbus
Lyrical fitness, and I am somehow like a gymnast
With this style
You're hopeless, and you better hope this
Is the epilogue to this potent shit
Better focus, kid
The shit I wrote to this
Takes concentration and determination

Thinking about the destination

While they steady hatin'
On the nigga TEK
Spittin' like I'm blastin' the tec
After I'm slashin' his neck
Won't be back in a sec
Fuck a thot, I'm after the checks
The green and the fetti
We Madd Rappers like Angelettie
Leave em with one eye like Fetty

After I give 'em the Hurtline

Like James Scott Farrin

I'm not carin'

They better be preparin'
For this fuckin' storm

#OldYe2

I miss the old Ye
Soul Ye
Where's the fuckin' old days?
The Old Ye, where he wasn't fuckin' high on cocaine

The one that wouldn't say 'Vote Donald Trump'

Or wouldn't make songs with trash-ass Lil Pump

The old Ye, that really spoke out against the evils

Like 'George Bush doesn't care about black people'

The old Ye that really spit his soul through the wire

No lie, when I was little, that shit was straight fire
What happened to the old West with bookbags on?
Had the old skits and shit with Bernie Mac on
The old West that told us nothing's ever promised today?
Jesus Walks gave me so much inspiration to pray
The old West that had the cover with the bear and shit?
Before he ever told us life's just not fair and shit
The 808s was alright, but College Dropout was better
That old shit when he called himself Kanye Cheddar
That was the old Ye where he wasn't always spazzin'
Always chopped up soul records like magic
That was him before society's menace
Storming award shows like 'I'mma let you finish'
The old Ye would never call Donald Trump his brother
He sure changed since the death of his mother
Calling himself a God and using too much distortion
Occasionally being known to blow things out of proportion

I miss the old Ye when he was part of Roc-A-Fella

Bumping that shit heavy, Diamonds are forever
But who am I to leave out some of the good shit he's done today?
All of the Lights was a banger, and so was Power and Runaway

04 to 13 was the good old days
The new Ye is okay, but I miss the Old Ye

#OldYe3

Why are niggas afraid to show their tears?
Where's August Alsina been all these years?

Why do we even have fears?

Why is it so hard for a rapper from Carolina to get in the game?

Is anyone truly worthy of fame?

Why are most mainstream rappers never so raw with the tongue?

Why did X have to die so young?

Where do we ever truly go when we die?

Why is it so hard to be truthful, but it's easy to be living a lie?

Who is truly controlling the people behind the scenes?
And what visions do we truly see in our dreams?
Will we ever see Donald Trump impeached?
Will the end of racism and conflict ever be within our reach?
When will we stop the police brutality?
Unnecessary arrests, beatdowns, and even fatalities
Sometimes I think they pose the law cause they hate us
Don't wanna see a nigga successful, so they plan to fade us
What if we had a second chance at life?
Then we would have to fix our mistakes, and maybe we would stop livin' trife
Why can't old heads just realize the truth?
And how they stay praising niggas with lyrics, but they stay hating the youth?
Why does years feel like months, and months feel like days?
And such and such, and millenniums feel like decades?
Why can't most rappers stay off the lean
And the xans, too, knowing what consequences that they have foreseen?
Why can't most black fathers stay with their kids?
We never know; they might be dead, ran away, or even doing bids
Why am I asking these, knowing you won't have even a clue?
Most importantly, who am I even asking these to?

#OldYe1

Niggas sleepin' on me, how I fuck a beat up like Tay Keith
I bury 'em eight-feet, I'm a pitbull with rabies
You a daisy like Duke, your shit makes me puke
I'm still wondering how you came into the game on a fluke
Bruh, your shit's too saccharine
You're asinine for getting the slightest idea
That you could fuck with these battle rhymes
But it don't matter, I'm
Gonna crush you
With these bars that'll have you thinking that Young Metro didn't trust you
The way I flow so perfectly
And Murda Beatz
Is third degree
I spit sashimi, they spit nursery
You've heard of me?
It's TEK-22
Fresh out of the NC
Never frozen like Wendy's
If you want beef, I spit lyrical frenzies
I won't stop until I've made it like Mike Will
If you don't give me my deserved respect, then I will
Be forced to take it from you
How come you

Are trying to tweak in my presence

Knowing damn well I'll hit you with the 1,2

And a biscuit

Ain't shit gravy

Mumble rappers don't amaze me

Speaking crazy

They fuckin' lazy

Like that maid Florence

While I'm lyrically moving up like Jefferson

Rhyming like a fucking veteran

If rap's a sport, call me a letterman

No jackets

The fact is

To get on my fuckin' level, it takes practice

Ripping niggas like fabrics

And won't stop until these shits are fuckin cassics

And that is

The end of this song