[Verse 1]

I submitted my songs for the Eminem Art of Bars

Didn't get selected, took it kinda hard

No hate to Em I know I'm learning to master the craft

In fact I thank him for the motivation, gave me a spark

Reignited my love for lyrics

Have to give myself some time waitin' like an intermission

But I'm always illin'

Writin' even if I don't give myself permission

Cause my thoughts are always filled with vivid images, and I'm comin in

I'm hungrier than ever and I haven't eaten

All I'm seein'

Is the prey waitin' for me to еat, like it's thanksgiving

But the only thanks I'm giving is to those who rеally write their writtens, (yeah)

I'm lookin' at you Drake

You say that you got views

But you don't even write your visions

And it's right on cue

For the rap game to feel an incision

You're more of a singer

Please try battle me

You can't handle this vigour

I'm better and bigger

In every way except pop appeal, they say that Xanax is a killer, (embarrassing)

But I'm Attila

And I'm coming to sever

Cause this endeavour

Is never ending, It goes on forever

And I'm fired up, like John Wick with this pencil

Cut the beat right now, I'm comin' to end you

[Bridge]

Haha, I'm Fired Up

Yeah, I'm Fired Up

[Verse 2]

I warp words like a wormhole weaving two worlds

In my white shirt, I guess that truth hurts

I'll pick-axes over your words when we break the ice, in a conversation about whose worse

Only time I'm a loser, I leave bruises with this tongue-lashing, the rap abuser

Don't need no computer

As my rhymes are not compute-able

And to cain your nose a hoover, yeah

Cause I'm comin' for your top spot

The thought of battlin' me will make your heart stop

Figures like James you'd wish our Bonds swapped

Not convertible like a car with a hard top

I'm a marked god, you're an avant-garde slob

Verbal AK cocked

Son you so much your lyrics I won't adopt

Like a dog, I'm putting you down

Yeah, Leaving your career cropped

[Verse 3]

I'm not a rapper, I'm a wordsmith

And every word spit in earnest is proving I've earnt this

I am Gods gift, my rhymes; the power of a sermon

While listening to your songs is a burden

Like a phone with no Wi-Fi or service

Your seat at the table is sponsored by coercion

I'm like you but an upgraded version

Because your mind split, like you're fighting Tyler Durden

And I'm going crazy on the beat

Never flowing lazy this is heat

Unlike you I'm know when I'm tasting defeat

Which is never cause I'm armed to the teeth, when you argue with me

Feel your heart skip a beat

Which is better than battlin' me, I got a rhymin' degree

I'll never meet you halfway cause your brains decayed

Playing one of my songs will cause a heatwave