Gittem

By VI Seconds

Released on February 11, 2018

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[Bars]

This is how you humble a nigga, walking around with a complex

I'm the bomb threat that evacuated your complex

You try hard to be complex

But that's an Everyday Struggle, you might as well be on Complex

This' my house, don't you think you can settle in

I got bigger fish to fry, right now I'm settlin'

Blackin' on this nigga for the sake of his melanin

Once I bring that metal in you gon' see me push his melon in

Tutankhamun the ruler, there ain't another pharaoh

Your skin got dark from living in your brother's shadow

I mean, you ain't nothing more than an inkling

How's it feel to know you're inferior to your siblings?

Damn, it's like the world pushed you aside

I look at your family tree and you're a bush on the side

There must be something in the shit you're drinking

There was never a comparison, you' wishful thinking

You want smoke? Well you got that trouble

Lil nigglet, you sound like Ugandan Knuckles

I get it, I draw attention these ain't subtle actions

Speak my name? Wired jaw, now you mumble rapping

Rumble? Hear a peep, this uzi and pump spazzing

Arms start swinging like your corny ass krump dancing

The Nina, give you a ring but won't marry you

Have your body like your songs, G. Yee gon' carry you

Watch me make this man lay and die

It's a shame when you can't wear your last name with pride

You get looks off your last name, you hate you're his kin

You're his product; all your movements associate with him

Got your own shit going? Who fooled you, sucka?

Your life's gonna be "Beatdown"? That's Kunnus' brother

I'm saying, you mighta made a mistake outta this one

Can't chest pop and get buck outta this one

Nah, you hate me then I hate you too

I can't relate to you, it must suck to be stuck on player 2

It's Mario Luigi in this case

You green with envy and I see it in your face

Without him you don't ring no bells

He got the name getting M's and you gon' wear this L

So what'chu tryna say, you 'bout to die, you disgrace

You were a Feed The Children baby slim with flies on your face

I donated a dollar to the guy I'd erase

Now it's Feed The Children when the 50 fly in your face

This' a charity, you borrowing my time from someone else's day

Start surfing since you' always on somebody else's wave

Took you 5 years before you even showed improvement

Now I'm in your crib with the tools like Home Improvement

Wanna slapbox? I got dubs and a lot of those

Your bro gon' see me casket you and smack the fucking box closed

You must be stupid, in a snap I get reckless

Knock your teeth out, now make an African necklace

All that scream rapping and rah rah, who you scaring, bruh?

Acting like you' royalty, this ain't Coming to America

You died before your birthday, now I'm feeling like a vulture

Make a jacket from your pelt since it's in your culture

Want my respect? You ain't taking it yet

"Heatman" is dying quick, and I ain't breaking a sweat

Sheesh, you really Heat Man? Well you must be retarded

I'm Mega Man, and when you died I got the power of garbage

You loser, puffing your chest gon' get you caved like your residence

You'll get your locks popped like breaking and entering

So this is how you get clout, you tryna diss now?

I think that I'm Bruce Wayne, you think that you' Chris Brown

You' a dancer, bitch, you not that hard

You gon' end up like Chris Brown on stomp the yard

Let it pop from far, your fans screaming you got merked

Twist your neck, your head spinning like You Got Served

Step Up, all my points at a high like I hit a dab

You gon' get an arm in your face like you hit the dab

You didn' matter, nigga, you picked me

Now the arms up, waving like "OOOOHHH, pick me!"

Take the footage of your whooping and rewind the damage

See you on the floor, crawling; Velma trying to find her glasses

You hate I son you, you relating to Gamora

You'll get lit up 9 times like Hanukkah menorahs

You say that you clapping shots, I say you don't have a shot

You punch drunk without a shot, I'm clapping like "Yo, pass the rock"

Beat you with the stock laughing, you gon' be a laughing stock

Glad to see you in a box, the kicks I want are back in stock

Boy, you will never be in my tier

And if you died, you would never be in my tears

Damn, they know my shit is nicer when the spits' deciphered

I'll get this nigga flipped like olympic divers

You getting paper now? Aw damn, oh shit

House with four fridges? Still dressing like your homeless

I took pity on you, this is something to do

Try to block? It's blocka blocka, bitch, you something to move

You' a joke to me, you the one with something to prove

Why'd you take this knowing life is something you'd lose?

I mean... you ain't "trash trash trash", but you "trash trash"

You acting up, gon' make me take my mack out the cash stash

Blast blast, black mask, leaving with the last laugh

You ain't getting half the effort, all your shit is half-assed

I'm the Gawd, think I'll let this nigga pass? Never

This nigga' food and quite frankly: I've had better

I'll cut the beatdown off his hands to the last letter

Use 'em as an offering so he'll hear from his ancestors


[Beatdown's ancestors - interlude]

Amida, why would you do this?

We told you he's a killer, why would you be so foolish?

Tonight, you sleep with the hyenas, and for acting up

Tomorrow you take your bitch ass back to Africa


[End Bars]

I hear your raps and can't wait till your rhyming's done

Box with you? Why - when I can put you inside of one?

You ain't nothing more than a hoe to dispose

Treat you like back home and shove a bone through your nose

Work on your craft before you dare to try speaking

And stop tryna box with a God when you can't reach 'em

He'll get hooked, lined and I'm filleting his ass

Your sensitivity getting calmed, you' aiming to fast

Bitch, you ain't never gonna be my equal...

LMAO, you barely one of my peers

In addition, you' just one I'm subtracting

Maybe rap just ain't your career

You gon' vanish and no one cares for really, though

Till see you dangle in a Logan Paul video

Your flow Big Shaq, puffy jacket, it's not hot

Your adlib got you smoked, you tried to gittem and got got

Stupid