Verse 1 (soh):

(I never quit under) the pressure, depression, a bad hand, stacked with traitors

Who just question your methods and pass it off as entertainment

To put in laymen's: I paid attention to your statements

But a bedroom rapper dissing, is pillow talking your weakness

Every second spent complaining, meme-ing up all my efforts

For some superficial deference, I wholeheartedly ate it

Silently made my changes, from broke bridges to pavement

Leave it all in my craft with no stress up in my cadence

Verse 2 (Gen):

I ain't got a lot of time, so let me be brief

I'm in this bitch just to hand out cartridges of relief

Then I move up to when Sega started dealing CDs

It ain't work, but them niggas kept on pushing CDs

So I've jumped: hyper space, I'm as far removed as I wanna be

But I move on the bottom like a good game of Centipede

Take my shot two times, Galaga down, give that ship to me

I'm the shit you see in history that seems to repeat these

Scenes of this misery

Verse 3 (maikis):

You might be a methodist actor in social experiments

But dont take a chance with the rapper who actually eat beats like

Candy including the wrapper, excluding the

Lil' corrupted pastors who tryna' subtract us

Bring it back to when I lived by the farm with the tractors

And men with crimson necks hated me 'cause I was black

But I still persevered, news don't bring the

Truth, your noose I'm cutting loose, as far as the truth? You heard it here

Verse 4 (MXSTER):

Reppin' Haven City, comes Yung Jack and Daxter

Rap's Armageddon, we're the precursor rappers

Big ups to those before me and the flame spitters after

But while gods roam the planes, there is only one Master

What they claimed was your future is a part of my past

You're just a rap extra, I'm the head of the cast

Your career's a balloon bound to pop, over-gassed

This turtle is done waiting, I'm knockin' heads at last

Verse 5 (KickFlamez):

She my Goyard Baby, Goyard Baby, she got my

Mind going crazy, mind going crazy, super

Thick, how she always on the grind, baby, make it

Work, make that motherfucker shine, baby, she got a

Brain with the bread and she fine, baby, let that

Money talk, pussy go berserk, hold up, stupid

Pay, bands busting out the shirt, hold up

Hurricane with the rain, city surf, nigga

Verse 6 (NyteXing):

Aight, homie, we seen that, we been this way since the relapse, no

Reason for us to recap, we really tryna' relax

I beaten you all by three laps, I'm waiting for all y'all feedback

SMG will make you lean back, having yourself a deep nap

I ain't tryna' to control ya', I'm rapping with my controllers, I'm

'bout to go use my Ultra; blast that super nova

Hold up, hold up, now hold up: I had to kill a verse, I'm the

Fucking second born but I am NyteXing first, nigga

Verse 7 (Stayble):

Back at it, once again, twin double shots of a twisted beam

Seeing different waters in a different stream, waking up to know it was just a dream

Yeah, just a dream, got cuts, no luck, blow some steam

Feeling frustrated, I'mma grab the lean, dealin' with a fraud, better get extreme

No coke for the prize, best believe, turn mic over, wait and see

Nothing coming out, but burnt ashes, wait to go, jack some fruit, back flashes

Seeing fights back just brought lashes, fighting everyday, no acting

Real talk, no lackin', more fun, less trackin'

Verse 8 (Laye):

Running laps around all of these

Rappers, Gran Turismo

Flow go dumb like Stooges: Moe

All about the paper flow, you

Paper weight, you feathers, whoa

Flying like I'm Mario

People talking big jokes

They don’t want that real smoke

From future, they exhaling vapor smoke, Vaporeon

This is no Splatoon, but bet I’ll really splotch ya' hoe

Tearing mask off of all these "wanna be's," they Ichigo

Damage done is critical, and no returns are feasible

Verse 9 (DAX):

(And plus your) shawty wants in on my Apple Music family

Plan, pours one for me, just asking how I got so many

Fans, you haters look at my iPhone X, well, you're catching these

Hands, go get who? Well, dawg, go get actually your

Mans, keep it a stack, in fact, you lack like half of these

Bands, flow Peter Pan, I'll "Neverland," no gravity

Can, the gasoline man, spit acid heat and my chick's a

Barbie on the barbie, your's a Raggedy Ann, damn

Verse 10 (TENMA):

...swag is extravagant, the whip is lavish, the

Bitch in passenger badder than anything you'd imagine, I'm

Done with rapping but DAX hit me like "nigga, what's happening"

So, fuck it: Azstro just had to jump in his bag again

...it's over for 'em, no open forum, I'm getting vocal

Chord from yo' bitch, watchin' Overlord, I ain't local

Boy, I got artists from Georgia, Bahama, Florida and

You ain't got the pull to open for 'em on tour

Floorin' the foreign, dripped in bespoke you can't afford

Hard to ignore, got suttin' hard for ya' jaw, baby, I'm

Off later, hit me off, maybe I can hit it raw

I get you off, ain't no maybe, stop playin'