[Intro: Young A]

Yeah! Ha! Realistic. Young A. Let's get this! Yo!

No Wack MC's. Nope. Yo!

[Verse 1: Young A]

When I step up on the scene

There better be no wack MC's

They messed me up [?]

How you been?

I'm like Da Vinci

My darling kiss me

[?] trying to sick me

But I flame them

'Cause all I do is spit heat, I rip sheets

I started rapping when beats was known as Big T

Had these MC's [?] on a ladder

'Cause they working McD's

Now we spit these bars saying finish this shit quickly

Crazy tooth I spit like this and I'm only fucking sixteen

And all the ones who were laughing at me

Trying to hop on the bandwagon

And in my eyes, they are a bunch of garbage can maggots

Yeah, I'm staying rapping in [?] until the stands [?]

Until they hate me so much that they can't bear it

That's when I turn the speakers up

I got the Grim Reaper touch

I kill the beasts and eat them

They want me to [?]

[?]

Running, trying to catch up

Well, let's wrap up

Play it nice, so they see my rap song

[Verse 2: Realistic]

Ahem! Uh, uh, yeah!

Your rhymes ain't accepted

Like from cash you can't check it

It was seven on eleven

And I can see that you're stressing

'Cause I'm sent from heaven

It was a blessing that I'm in the essence

Spitting a million words a second

I'm here, so hip-hop is present

Living like a king and working like a slave

I'm gonna let you do your thing, but you ain't got it made

Oh, I think I found my prey

Pass the mic I'm about to spray

Words like bullets on the stage

I just came and did what I had to do

Murdered all these rappers but they still mad at you

Spit and then get hit like a sexual transmit

Man you should just quit

You be killing this rap shit

'Cause you're here for that minute

Need that addiction in your system

Hope you stop and listen

I [?] from all of that stress

So they trip and try to flex

Rhythm and lyricism expressed

My mind nothing less

Wack MC's had to address

[Verse 3: Young A]

I guess it's back to me

I'm [?], I tragically murder it happily

They're hacking me, but they're lacking heat

I had to beat this [?]

So when they [?], they're [?] shrieks

I heard that they're trying to pass the fee rapidly

Spit with no fucks who they casualties

Turned into a Casper scene

Well I'm a Ghostbuster, flow rocker, soul stopper

Couldn't handle the foam knuckles

The punch lines that are thrown from us, slow bullets

Just the lyrics and the sick flows that explode from us

Grenade with the combustion, no discussion

Ghosts causing concussions

They've been raided so they cannot function

Leave them discombobulated, I'll be waiting

They cannot stop me taking [?] beast

How wide can they [?] disappear

Let me [?] at the [?] like Britney Spears

I spit it [?]

I don't need anyone to lift my spirit up

I'm already so abyssed

Young A [?]

And these wack MC's better be nowhere near