Youâre light years back, tryna catch my shine, Iâm a solar flare torchinâ your dotted line. Youâre runninâ in circles, Iâm breakinâ the tape, Youâre stuck in the lobby, Iâm storminâ the gate. Every track you dropâs like a whisper in wind, Every line I spitâs where the nightmares begin. Gemini, two people inside, Jekyll And Hyde, Youâre light years behind, tryna catch my shine, But youâre starinâ at the stars from a food pantry line. Switch to a burner just to peek my route, Like a creep with binoculars hidinâ out. Circlinâ my name like a fly around meat, But your stingerâs gone and your buzz is weak. Suno emcees think their crownâs on lock, But their throneâs just a folding lawn chair prop. Youâre hyped in the chat, then flop in the flesh, I crowd surf riffs while you trip on the steps. You brag on your beat but you freeze mid line, Judging by your wordplay and design of them rhymes, itâs comes to no surprise, That you can never be this Nice on the mic, Iâm cookinâ whole cities in the blink of an eye. Youâre âClose Encounters?,â Nah⊠more like âLand Of The Lostâ Light years behind and canât cover the cost. You call that beef? Itâs a vegetable plate, My whole take is a spit roast at a cannibalâs wake. Your verses land like a balloon in rain, Mine crash like trains in a hurricane. Your hypeâs store bought, pumped by bots, I build my crowd in the coldest spots. Hide in your comments, Iâm face to face, You duck like a ref scared to call any plays. Your styleâs plain toast with no spread, Mineâs steak tar tar served at the foot of your bed. You talk like the champ, but youâre gaspinâ for air, I reappear right there a second after you thought the coast was clear. Your styleâs a dead leaf in a forgotten plot, Mineâs a garden of gore, feed me, Seymour, nonstop. You bringinâ a candle to the summer sun, Iâm the blackout right after the riotâs won. Every line you spitâs like a half typed text, Every bar I drop is a curse complex. Youâre droppinâ bars like itâs soap for prison sex, Breadcrumminâ beef you canât chew, so whatâs next? Youâre light years back, tryna catch my shine, Iâm a solar flare torchinâ your dotted line. Youâre runninâ in circles, Iâm breakinâ the tape, Youâre stuck in the lobby, Iâm storminâ the gate. Every track you dropâs like a whisper in wind, Every line I spitâs where the nightmares begin. Gemini, two people inside, Jekyll And Hyde, Youâre light years behind, tryna catch my shine, But youâre starinâ at the stars from a food pantry line. I pull up like the Zuni Dollâs meanest kin, Spears in my grip, razor tooth grin locked in. You backpedal fast like a cop at a riot, Iâm slamminâ the door before you try it. You rap like youâre hopinâ the crowdâs asleep, I rap like I got three freaks in the sheets making the mattress springs creak. Your rhymes are dust in a stale old room, Iâm fire in the twat of a succubus womb. Stack your lines like a deck of twos, Iâm full house, loaded dice, with a short fuse âBOOMâ!!!! Your highlight reelâs just fumbles and slips, Mineâs speed-bag combos hits to your mommyâs floppy tits. You duck every fight like the octagon is too hot, Iâm bulldog chokinâ lames just to claim my spot. You hype yourself with your motherâs cheer, I bring lube before I screw her in the rear. Your knockâs like a landlord tappinâ for rent, Iâm battering rams through your monument. Boast of your reach but your arms pull in, Iâm a haymaker swing from a car crash spin. Write your truths till the ink runs thin, I engrave mine deep in your bitchâs uterus walls within. You think youâre a storminâ brigade but you spit like rain, Iâm a twister droppinâ hail on your entire parade. You fade in the crowd like theyâll block my aim, Your empireâs sand in a kitchen sink drain, Mineâs guitar riffs and pain like Alice In Chains. Them Bones feelinâ so alone snapping under the strain Youâre light years away and the roadâs uphill, Iâm the red dot head shot on a hunterâs kill. Switchinâ up names like a thief in the night, New route, same fear when you see my light. Lurkinâ my feed from a new account page, Like a mall cop spyinâ on center stage. You creep in the dark tryna catch my moves, But your shoes too big and you trip on clues. Frontinâ like a loony dude killinâ, But when the mask is off youâre just a Scooby-Doo villain. Youâre light years back, tryna catch my shine, Iâm a solar flare torchinâ your dotted line. Youâre runninâ in circles, Iâm breakinâ the tape, Youâre stuck in the lobby, Iâm storminâ the gate. Every track you dropâs like a whisper in wind, Every line I spitâs where the nightmares begin. Gemini, two people inside, Jekyll And Hyde, Youâre light years behind, tryna catch my shine, But youâre starinâ at the stars from a food pantry line.
