(Radio static)

Can anyone hear me?

Can any

Ca-

Ca-

Crap

Somebody get me someone to fix this!

Some idiot just pulled a Kamikaze!

Can I get some help here?

This Eminem guy's suicidal!

Uh, Uh, Uh

Kamikaze

Spinning crazy

Copy Copy

Ain’t no one answerin' there

Kamikaze

Getting heady

I gotta give credit for flair

But

MGK said it

This suicide plane's falling

How the heck you gonna get outa here?

You got Lil Pump

Got lil Yachty

Fine by me, you killed their music, hope no one ever finds the bodies

But there’s a point when dissing others loses it's taste

Throwing yourself at the enemy? Where's the need for haste?

If you even see this you'll insult me and my music because I'm not a pro

Great

Though, I gotta admit

If the king even mentions me to diss me it'll show I'm on his list

On the radar

Why Kamikaze

Why make things messy?

I'll just get straight to the point

Yeah I’m a nobody

So were you

And don’t give me that crap that I'm copying you

Cause everyone copies someone else

Don’t matter whether you're superhuman innovative cause there's someone always waiting listen to history the king's always dethroned no matter how great he’s grown, no matter how famously far he's known There's always someone waiting to be the next king when the man with the royal ring falls… yo

I respect Eminem's bringing the fall of that mumble rap

Respect his hate of the use of that with all It's trap

What I don't respect is his attacking anyone rising the rap ranks with some knack

He dissed

My boy NF

That got me a little pissed

When someone's doing good it ain't cool to go at them with a kick

Let let me flip this

It's a hard concept let me grip this

It's a hard beat, but I'ma hit this!

Kamikaze means you're out of control

So Em's king but his armor's got a few holes

Tell me, what're your goals?

Already proved you're the best

No need of a suicide bombing, give it a rest

You get the fans for insulting somebody

And with some I can see the point of the diss

But eventually there'll be too many for a headshot, you're gonna have to miss (HAH! Get it?)

In a state of bliss

"I killed everyone!" But wait, you also crashed

Em, you're the king, but in a hundred years will they remember you?

I suspect your memory will have passed

If you ever notice me enough and write back to attack

Let me use a little 8-mile slap

Yeah, nobody knows who I am

I don't have any fans

I'm a kid who doesn't even cuss

Everyone knows I'm a bust

I'm broke so I have to save for months to buy a beat

At a conference my table would be empty at the meet and greet

Heck, I wouldn't have the money to make it there

Your rhymes will crush me layer after layer

Impressive

At least my music is here to help

Crush despair with a checkmate

"I ain't here to save the f***ing children, but if one in a million feels and then relates that's great"

You don't do this for us, you do it for the numbers always growing in your banks

I may have some music attacking others, but my music is full of hope

Yours is full of hate

I may not have been raised in the hood

But I've seen crap that give me nightmares, I try to encourage others to do good

You wanna go brood? That's okay

I try to offer people hope for a clean slate

Reverse their awful fate

Diss me, diss me, but I won't ever break

This isn't a diss, Em

But it is a question of your motives…

Now why did you go off and attack poor Nate?

Kamikaze

Spinning crazy

Copy Copy

Ain't no one answerin' there

Kamikaze

Getting heady

I'm doing something while others look on and stare

This isn't disrespect

I'm not going to ignore the aspect

Of you being the greatest with Pac

I'm going through rap's door, I promise I'll knock

Look at that clock

Look at the time

These moments are mine

But while this isn't an attack

I'm just going to state the facts

You're great

Since I was small I thought I'd be like you

Thought it was fate

Even this rhythm is paired with a "Killshot" type beat

I swore when I saw 8-mile I'd never get cold feet

I don't care if I have less skill

What I care about his how this makes others feel

No matter how cruddy or great a hand in life we get the deal

You made the best of your life

But as you move on You search after fame for fame itself

Maybe it's time to put the pride on the shelf

I ain't saying I'm perfect we all deal with pride

But I'm someone who can recognize I need help

Pride comes before the fall ‘Em

We all fall in the end

But I'll choose to bend

You can stand tall and break

And when we finally get your “Copy Copy” for help

I'm warning you man

It might be a little late…

Crash…

Crash…

All so fast

Cash…

Cash…

Screw it, give me my help back

(Plane crash, scream)