[Verse 1: ANTHM]

Time to separate the platinum from the bronze

Back dropping bombs

Preoccupied by the wackness trapped up in your songs

Lifts the blinds up

Ponzi scheme niggas get your rhymes up

It’s your holiday, I’m here to sponsor your Kwanzaa

Like Esparanza with the bass and the jazz

Prodigy who’s methodically been raising the flags

I’m not a freshman, nigga check my grades in this class

Battle me, better off facing Jason Mraz

Snakes in the grass, start a war reading the Art Of War

Carnivore, devour the bouncer that’s trying to guard your door

Your style fathered by Tha Carter 4, mine’s like Tha Carter 2

I’m Not A Human Being, and that ain’t hard to prove

Far from Young Money, fuck it owe money

Asking Mack Maine can I battle Wayne for his show money?

Until I grab fame and I ask Dame how to grow money

Rocafella chain my pockets ain’t trying to blow money

Reinvest every dollar trying to follow plan

A Watch The Throne album with ‘Pac’s hologram

Leaving a space for his words, the idea was gangsta at first

Fuck why did I pay for this verse

Get my refund, puffin my chest without a weak lung

Hypebeasts gassing that mic piece that you speak from

I slave hard while y’all be raising the same bar

From the graveyard I’ll body Elliott’s Radar

I strong arm it, I put the front of my palm on it

Leave a print of my fingerprint, I belong on it

But they say its just the luck of the draw so fuck it all

If they swinging I ain’t ducking at all

For Pete’s sake, tell Rosenberg that my feet ache

Carrying weed plates,, mixtapes, fuck your release dates

Eat them like Big Meech steaks, Rick Ross knows

They hustle backwards nigga, Kris Kross clothes

A 90s artifact, borderline had a heart attack

Rappers act like Stan just for a Starter cap

Jocking bloggers for a post, what part is that?

I’d rather tear my cartilage then play the part of the bitch

But if Kendrick went platinum then there’s hope

Provoking these wack rappers I’m dragging them by the throat

I’m broker than backpackers but packing my bag’s a joke

When I’m doper than mad rappers, grab that for a quote

Put it on my tombstone if I die in a year

Then play this for XXL then supply them a beer

Pour it out, if I live, then fuck a dyin career

I’m biased but this science, the moment that I am here, it's clear

It’s bad news when I spat truth, fear is nonexistent

Like the statues resurrected for Papoose

Déjà vu, reflecting on the braids y’all grew

Give me that stage I’ll Klay Slay y’all, too

[Outro]

And by the way the name is ANTHM

The type of emcee that never stops advancing

Quick to hold your motherfucking microphone for ransom