firstrhymein2020

You can't get with the
Way I spit with antipathy
Grab the mic like it's the Symphony
I have zero sympathy
For you shit MCs
With weak infantries
Fronting on social media, but your heart beats like a timpani
But faster like the Daytona
I'm hotter than Arizona
2020, my name 'bout to spread like Corona
Virus
Ya'll thought I was dead, I'm back like Osiris
If I keep grinding, I might get a greenthumb like Cypress
Hill, niggas better chill, because I'll still
Kill tracks with the shit that's real
Addicts better pop some fucking pills
I don't mean percs, talking 'bout instruments
Prodigy raising Havoc like the Mobb that's Infamous
When I bring Hell on Earth with rhymes hotter than Texas
Hit you harder than a strike to the solar plexus
This ain't Lil' Baby music; this is straight bars
Trying to battle me, hope you know what the stakes are
Every track I'm on, I shine like a Quasar
When I spit, I let off a full clip like Gang Starr
Trying to be one of the best yet, peace to Guru
Never lie on a song like a rapper that's fufu
Telling fables, what's to blame is the labels
Acting like they're bringing new shit to the table
Like fabrication is what's hot
Talking about how many thots they fucked, or opps they shot
Or racks they got
Hip-hop now's full of imposters
Niggas wanting Grammy's; they ain't even worth an Oscar
Faking the funk for a dollar
While the real ones doomed to an eternity of living in squalor