[Intro: Jah Aurum]

Welcome to the magic show

PREP cypher, we in here

Let's go

[Pre-verse sample]

You better watch your step

[Verse 1: J Dubs]

I been tryna make it on the radio; they still won't play me though

Rap about getting faded out in Vegas, that's they favorite show

Wish I could get some time like Steven, don't even know

The reason that these peeps committing treason on that classic flow

Raps still elastic yo, that elasticity

Cause these lyrical gymnastics, my competition history

Allergic to my flow, well they could pop an antihistamine

I could get this mint and then I'll cleanse their mouths like listerine

Listen to me, you know I spit that truth

Not yet getting blasted by the media, still in my youth

Am or fm, I pop em like exum

Balling like Australia, male Iggy Azalea

All I got is this mic cause that's my rap paraphernalia

Step to me, I'll make you cover up like genitalia

Radio rappers blow up? I'm soon to be derailing ya

Check, check, uh

You know these bars ain't for sale, but y'all eat em up kit kats

Quick to categorize me with Eminem or RiFF RAFF

Due to my pigment, that's just a figment

Of your imagination, connecting ish like ligaments

Guess you ain't in my class like girls obsessed with Asian station

Amazing

[Verse 2: Thamal]

Uh huh, I agree, you better watch your step

Before you slip, trip, dip, quick, and see just how inept

You are when it comes to text, I'm always first, never next

Forever blessed, and ???

Alpha, beta, gamma, my grammar hammer

I hit you with the strength of a verbal samurai ??? my head

Fill it with words, phrases, bricks I lay on the cypher foundation

My life without patience

And I hate it, but, I also love it

??? needing Hubble to see me through the perfect bubble

Then I left my shovel, verses found and buried

And I ain't leaving in a hurry, in fact

I think Imma go find my pen and paper sit myself down and write another rap

Man, I spit them 24 karat facts, so take another crack

I'll throw another molotov and show you why they call you wack

[Verse 3: Kendall Screen]

Yeah, dressed up to fine dine

Don't mind if I rhyme

Cuz these rap times and crimes hurt your body like Grime... -r

Like the Pokémon, you know I'm about to ??? like magic

Cover up like Johnson like a baby bottom got beat

When I was ???

Now I got no self-esteem, my whole life is blotted

Now I'm back and I gotta fly high

Started like a rich kid, in a rich school

Thinking that I'm so cool, but I'm not, I'm a fool

Acting like a tool, headphones playing so loud

You could rock me on cloud... 9

The main dish is served, you got what you deserved

I've never used a gun, should I make another pun?

Nah man, I'm done, and I would show you something

But I'm about to give ???

This shit was never rehearsed, you heard first

[Verse 4: Archduke Redcat]

I have to laugh, this cat asked for raps

I'm grinning like a winner, man, I bring class to class

Mind heads to the future, I've been past the past

But the flow is 90s like Jam Master's back

Acknowledge my knowledge and respect the intellectual lyrics

When you hear it you should fear it and what comes next

Nevertheless, get nothing less than the best

I'm blessed with the text, that vexes the rest

Man, who would've guessed that me-

I would rap with the raddest of cadence

So funky ingest the fragrance

Take the bait and get overtaken

Undertow'd by undertones and my spectacular vernacular;

Hold the Holy Grail and pour out my flow for these amateurs

Rap, killing it, bringing it back

Smack, you never look at me like that

You're wack, and all of your moronic raps

Are smelling like bad booty crack and that is a fact

Like how I'm the dapperest rapper straight off the crapper

I'm crafting these platinum tracks that'll capture me racks on racks

So call me Future... or someone with actual talent

Rap stallion: horsepower like cars from Italia

Gold medal level, whatchu got, a knock-off medallion?

Check your best s-word verse my verbal battalion

Get it? Because like, "S-word" that's a sword, yo

These lines tight like a cornrow

I make classics when I'm bored yo

Watch my flow capsize your lowly boat and know

That my mind explode with lines like my mentos and coke

[Verse 5: Yahya]

See, thanks for the tip but I make my earning in slips

Waiting on journey in red robes and gold bars

Since rap is gold chains and fast cars, ha

They never caught my attention because this is redemption no hype or pretending

Screw happy endings in verse the truth hurts a lies worse

Slip a red pill first

I lie cursed my self worth dispersed reversed then lost unearthed

In two seas of green eyed seen through light beams my life streams my one dream

Deferred

See once a coward

I lacked the power in my darkest hours

My blood ran in showers then chose the lightest flower

Fell off the tallest tower

Shoulda tripped and made the fall shorter but chances are that's a tall order

Live life no applause since fames a feckless cause

Toss the gauze off the wound there's no room for improvement

My bars are already the tightest and all my verses are righteous they got that rhythm and movement

Fans grooving and haters bruising if they snooze they lose and choose a quick descent

Before the flame quick repent to make a winged ascent

Lack of faiths for the brainless ill just face this reality

Because combat's mortal, fatality, but id do it again

That's dedication to my inspiration

She had me down bout my place in society and then they lied to me and then they tried to side with me

Burning inside of me resides ash from mistakes made decidedly

My lonely soul is filled with riches and I'm willing to split them to me no chances are given

Richly made poor decisions self made self staged so match is met and made remissive

Reminiscent of a constant threat thought I could safely bet

It wasn't setting in... odds are I wasn't betting to win but

Spotted next level with Jake and Jahmir and look im willing to share

But their my only competition most of yall are broke records

Repetition up and coming in the wrong position but look

The recognition I thought I earned I'll never deserve as I lie broken and burned

With my smoking token of regret I say hold your breath

Whoevers next

Maybe stop and rest cuz ya better watch your step

[Verse 6: Jah Aurum]

Seriously, girls is either feeling on me, or they're cheering for me

Everyone else is steering clear or they're fearing, it's me

The realest MC in this vicinity, me and this mic be giving off a synergy

Almost as hard as the Holy Trinity

You're giving me everything, don't you ever try to limit me or mimic me

Keep talking crazy, get your wig split like lickety

At your show, bro, that's where the crickets be

I should call you Jiminey, picture me in Sicily

Sipping tea, while the epitome of symphonies is sent to me from a higher entity

The crazy part is that's something you could probably begin to see cause how else would it be so frequently be ripping the beat

It's either that or Biggie's living through them vicariously and that facade man its scary to see

Cause you are a mere veneer for what is really sincere

What really is there is not nearly what you make it to be

Imma take what I need and leave, no need to make it a scene

You can't relate, homie, sorry, you wasn't the heat

Taking a beat if you caught the shakier knees

Yo, the tar matched the skin cause we was paving the streets

So basically, you're wasting your breathe but I give ya an E for effort and your girl she be taking the well, uh, you know what I mean

Yo, they wondering "You sure this just a hobby?" if i wasn't caught school, clothes and girls you prolly wouldn't have a job

See, I'm hotter than wasabi, don't you worry about where I be I mean I thought that it was obvi but I guess I gotta make things clear

I'm a trendsetter with a vendetta, better send better, all the do is make my pen redder

I'm the start of something great like the tenth letter

At this point I think I'm the greatest MC in a ten thou mile radius

For all of us who jaded threw shade at us the mark I'll leave in your cranium is craterous. Here, let me help you make a buck

Imma throw a party you can cater us brah

Yeah until they realize the common knowledge that they kid is Dalai Lama when his rhyming, yeah, shaman with the stars aligning ain't no signs of stopping now, even room for commas and the line of bull they be feeding you you will constantly be gobbling and swallowing many problems that me and my comrades are in all arising cause they don't like us chiming in

Its sickening to me, but hey what can I say man 16 year a slave homie you could call me Solomon