Jay Rosa Verse

Analytical hypocritical criminals

Different individuals swinging for subliminals

Thinking that you Slick Rick quit spittin flows

Shittin thick bricks that'll sink in my swimming pools

Silly fools metaphorical monsters body bagging imposters

Rock star rosters killin you with syllables

Meticulously maneuvering to influence kids

Enthusiastic to do this to prove to you what music is

Strip you of all your beliefs to leave you like a nudist is

Naked with the blanket of anger like who did this?

Brain freeze from the mainstream got you brain washed

Way lost cause you been listening to the same thing

The way things seem I mean it seems like you can't dream

You have to believe though to be on my damn team

United we stand raise hands as a family

Escape from this hate to eliminate this bad dream

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Dubbs Verse:

All about my flow and you know it, man I ain't gotta clap to show it

I don't ever drop rhymes no more, I throw it

With ya ho and I just whip it out and tell her 'blow it'

Talking 'bout balloons ya fool ya know I'm jokin'

Smokin on that potent mind is open out of focus

Might not be the dopest emcee, shit I'm the brokest

And shit that ain't important when these emcees see distortion

When all your flows imported from your heroes that is borin'

Even in the pouring rain I walk straight like I'm the man

Hurdling these obstacles like they was in the plan

Flow ain't got no damns in it you sick well I'm contaminant

Treat it like a sandwich best believe I'm going HAM on it

Add some cheese and mayo watch me mold this shit like Play-Do

Put me on the boards and I'mma spin it like a dreidel

I'm so up you better get ya self a ladle

So much farther I should father these rappers get a cradle uh

Twat:

I'm making these weak and diseased weekend emcees weak in their knees

And ill at ease cause they know they're faker than some processed cheese

Half these idiots mean mug like they're gonna make a mess of me

Please putz, I serve kids like you just for THINKING of disrespecting me

There's not a referee on earth who could save you from the choke hold

But after that at least you'll have excuse for your lack of breath control

I'm a brain rearranger that mangles chumps who spit redundantly

Plus you know I'll be crushing your fun when I flow with my company.

We're here to destroy these decoys who keep making weak noise

These kids ain't even b-boys, they're wannabe-boys!

I suggest you stop flapping your gums before you get your pride torn

Cause we crack pop warners open like kernels of pop corn

So what ya' got kid? I know you think you're holdin' heat like Zeus

But if you grabbed an SM58 you wouldn't know what to do

I've tried to keep thing civil but soon you'll be deep throating fecal dick

Cause when you shit where you eat you're bound to wind up eating shit