(Hook) I’m on a level you can’t mimic, they freeze when the drive gets near, Bars hit heavy — any wack rapper test and they disappear, I stunt with purpose, they fear the engineer. (Verse 1) Your motives ambiguous, your ethos aberrant, weak and indolent, My patterns perspicacious, schemes bombastic, and temperament belligerent. Your attempts to flex are frivolous, cadence anemic, presence insipid, My flow fortuitous, tone vehement, punchlines formidable, vivid. Your bars incongruous, sloppy, arbritary, lacking cohesion, Mine meticulous, cogent, volatile, sharpened with lyrical precision. I stay astute, autonomous, grind resolute, moves auspicious, Your skillset rudimentary, growth sluggish, vision vapid, fictitious. My aura virulent to wack rappers — my pen cathartic, my rise serendipity, Your soul apprehensive, heart contrite, ambitions parsimonious, no affinity. My stunts ostentatious, execution astounding, demeanor urbane, Your presence paucity, rhetoric platitudinous, imagery mundane. My metaphors scintillating, syntax conspicuous, delivery copacetic, Your efforts inanely contentious, spirit fractious, performance prosthetic. You falter when the pressure’s pernicious, my hunger voracious, mind incorruptible, I’m the antithesis of your style — my talent immutable, yours interruptible. My drive insatiable, my schemes vicious, aura voluminous, raw, You stay remorseful, fluctuate often — I execute without flaw. Your fans gullible, your success fleeting, your catalog perfunctory, I’m ingenious, impeccable, legacy indelible, permanently mandatory. (Hook) I’m on a level you can’t mimic, they freeze when the drive gets near, Bars hit heavy — any wack rapper test and they disappear, I stunt with purpose, they fear the engineer. (Verse 2) My grind incessant, moves auspicious, delivery idiosyncratic, Your flow capricious, thoughts cumbersome, word choice erratic. I stay poignant, pragmatic, vision lucid, presence scintillating, Your lines frenetic, ambivalent, every punch attenuating. I move autonomous, spirit benevolent, execution exacting, Your persona pretentious, spirit apathetic, energy lacking. My hustle pervasive, my aura copious, my craft cathartic, Your bars jejune, banal, cadence prehistoric. I stay equanimous, knowledge voluminous, my lexicon heterogeneous, Your delivery insipid, intentions dubious, results obscene. I’m sagacious, scrupulous, precision granular, accuracy conspicuous, Your skillset rudimentary, inspiration pernicious, motives ambiguous. My technique vivacious, meticulous, my punches vitriolic, Your verses verbose, ostentatious, personality frolic. I’m inveterate with the grind, your style obsolete, presence inconsequential, My reign preeminent, metaphors scintillating, cadence exponential. You call yourself a lyricist? Illusory, your claims dubious, I’m the living embodiment of virtuosity, movements luminous. I stay resilient, adamant, foundation granite, spirit implacable, Your catalog infamous, outlook tentative, future collapsible. My pen incandescent, my ambition inexorable, hunger insuperable, Your writing perfunctory, cadence suspect, future irreparable. (Hook) I’m on a level you can’t mimic, they freeze when the drive gets near, Bars hit heavy — any wack rapper test and they disappear, I stunt with purpose, they fear the engineer. (Verse 3) My mind heterogeneous, aura audacious, precision meticulous, Your lane fractured, motives ambiguous, goals ridiculous. I stay impeccable, effort insatiable, ethos sanguine, grind applicable, Your record scandalous, chatter ribald, contributions negligible. My craft sagacious, mind celerity, presence fastidious, tone flagrant, Your chances infinitesimal, skill meager, approach vagrant. My aura imbued with virtuosity, verses trenchant, pace relentless, Your cadence pensive, spirit sluggish, confidence senseless. I remain undeterred, moves pervasive, logic congruent, insight canny, Your impact spurious, talent meager, delivery uncanny. My wordplay scintillating, every rhyme conflagration, cadence incendiary, Your style derivative, ambitions abortive, legacy temporary. I move grandiose, gregarious, yet strategy always pragmatic, Your tone turgid, writing vacuous, metaphors automatic. My pen incorruptible, discipline arduous, grind ineluctable, hunger celestial, Your lane moribund, image copacetic, presence ineffectual. I stay resplendent, aura tenacious, rhythm titanic, precision salient, Your bars jejune, delivery tortuous, movement stagnant and fragile. I stunt with purpose, embodiment of veneration, resilience immutable, Your future untenable, career transient, downfall irrefutable. (Final Hook) I’m on a level you can’t mimic, they freeze when the drive gets near, Bars hit heavy — any wack rapper test and they disappear, I stunt with purpose, they fear the engineer.
