[Verse 1: Doze One]

Wack MC’s they can’t fuck with my delivery

When I grab the mic I have them leaving acting jittery

Plus his girl gave me her number she’s tryna scizzor me

But if his dicks involved her beaver smelling like a fishery

Wack mc’s they can’t fuck with my delivery

Every time they step to me they get smoked like they hickory

They creep up from behind but I can seem em in periphery

These new rappers aren’t hip hop they’re contradictory

The hip hop movement

Has nothing to do with

The blueprint

That they drawing just for your amusement

Pollutant turning all these humans into mutants

Its less about the 2 chains more bout revolution

I make music for recruitment

They make music for the stupid

I hope my listeners do shit

They hope their listeners use shit

Wack MC's they can’t fuck with my persistence

Even if they kicking written rhymes it make no difference

They leading the new consumers I’m leading the new resistance

They rapping for the money, my goal is coexistence

Wack emcees they can’t fuck with my persistence

When I touch the mic i have em feeling like they misfits

I’m so far ahead that they can’t see me through the distance

Get this dude a ghost writer, he need assistance

The industry tricks you

Get a load of this dude

He just wanna find another mouth that he can spit through

Only concerned with making music that others can twist to

But rap inst only about the drugs that you missuse

You need some tissues…sometimes i keep it too real

You repeating history I’m hip hop with a new feel

Your back trackin I’m reinventing a new wheel

Your hip hops Mugatu I’m the verbal fuckin Blue Steel

[Chorus: Doze One]

That's word to my merits

Wack MC's step me to me and your sure to get embarrassed

I get As you skip school like ferris

You’ll be living in the basement I'll be smokin on my terrace

Looking down

X2