[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]

It's not gonna stop (Yeah, yeah)

You can't continue

It's not gonna stop (Yeah, yeah)

Continue

[Verse 1: Logic]

Ayy, why you rappers so scared to put others on?

Any musician I find, I let 'em shine like Tron

Press the demo and pass it person to person, yeah it's on

Watch it spread like Omicron, bringin' the DOOM like Viktor Vaughn

Smash your nuts, just your nuts on a dresser like Raekwon

Doin' it for the culture, Cs up as this lyricism assault ya

Like a Glock blast, in my own lane, smashin' the gas

You furious, I'm too fast like Ludacris, bitch

Sippin' Saint-Denis in a village of Greenwich

I'm in it and feelin' infinite with it, if you want it, then come and get it

Steady in the gym, nothin' but curls like I'm Hasidic

Too sick with it, since back when my cap was fitted

But nowadays, you know I'm snappin', motherfucker

The Game told me we was just some rappin' motherfuckers

Word to Compton, all the way to Gaithersburg, my stompin'

Legends love Logic, peep my features alone (Yeah, yeah)

Haters talk shit, fans is like "Leave him alone"

Don't worry, RattPack, I ain't worried 'bout that

I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last

Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast

Retired, now I'm back, no fucks, havin' a blast

Tell me, what do you do when you sold out The Garden?

What do you do with the audience you brought in?

What do you do when you made all the money?

Pass the baton and let the next one take it from me

Found a strong black woman from the land of Nigeria

The way she flow, these MCs know that they inferior

Helpin' other musicians is my criteria

Now let me pass the mic to Nezi, show 'em something serious

[Verse 2: Nezi Momodu]

Well, it's the lyrically homicidal, vital

Spittin' for your idol, vital

For the Gs, name somebody hot as me, prodigy

Probably be on your favorite rapper in another three

Honestly, my articulation's an anomaly

Audibly switchin' these flows like clothes

Get big dough, when I rip these hoes

Watch the way I do's this, murder on acoustics

Run for your gun 'cause I'm waxed, I be ruthless

N-E-Z-I, triple D, I stay up on the chrome, 24s like T.I

Soldier in my city like a motherfuckin' G.I

My niggas got a whole lotta money like BIA, bitch

Quick with the game, one-hitter spitter is my fuckin' nickname

A ship that can't rip is my other diss dame

So don't ask me if I write, 'cause my pen is insane

This a luncheon, I don't gotta punch in

If I clock a hater, they can meet me in the dungeon

I be with the ghouls, told you, I'm a fool

Bobby ain't the only rapper runnin' with the tool

I'm cruel if I reach you, I ain't gotta beat you, I'll eat you

Big bitch spittin' in my name, that's 'Zifah

Pass me the reefer, y'all gettin' smoked

And if I'm not the illest, who you feelin' is jokes, huh

[Outro: Funkmaster Flex]

Yes, Logic, Nezi, Funk Flex

Haha, this is easy, this is easy

Hahaha