[Intro] Aww, you poor thing, You thought that was me raising my voice? Motherfucker... Sit your dense ass down and listen. [Verse] Aw, shit, big man on campus, Mister Invincible, Bitch, before all this you was invisible. Now you all attitude, actin' untouchable, But the way you reactin'? Tells me somethin' ain't comfortable. You stumblin'... Fumblin'... Strugglin' for position, Backin' yourself into a corner of your own construction. You're obsessed with the image of me obsessing over you, Jesus christ, man, between tracks I don’t think about you. You just keep making up the shit I'm supposedly going through, Then writing whole response to what you think I'm gonna do... Man, there ain’t shit you can bring about me I ain't already made known, I shout a lot... I swear a lot... I got an ego of my own. Congrats, motherfucker, you discovered what I've shown, You ain’t breaking any new ground here, just diggin' up old bones. Yeah that's right, I'm loud, I'm proud, and I'm arrogant as fuck, So go ahead, try your luck, find something else I ain't already brought up, I'll be waitin' as I fill my cup. I mean honestly, it's always the same tired bullshit, The same recycled claims put in it, Go ahead, ridicule my character, take shots, and throw shade, But you still ain't dismantled one goddamn thing I've laid. See, that's the fuckin' difference, You just spout inane inference, I'm responding to your statements, You responding to a version of me built in your imagination, I address the allegations, You invent explanations, Then congratulate yourself for winning your own conversation. [Spoken] Try to keep up... [Fast rap, doubletime speed] Time to get superlative, get a little declarative, it's imperative to make known how derivative your narrative is. I'll be elaborative: when you get comparative, your claims are exaggerative, your victories figurative, you tryin' to be pejorative, never soundin' persuasive, your whole position's speculative, while mine's authoritative. [SFX: Record scratch] [Verse] Wait, wait, wait, let's do some thinkin'... You told me "bring that volume back," now you're bitchin' that I'm yellin', Motherfucker, pick a lane, what the hell is it you tellin'? Said "keep that same grin," now you questioning my laughter? What the fuck did you expect to happen after? (What's the matter pumpkin? Don't like my smile no more?) Shit, first you came to kill me, now you braggin' you alive, Went from planning my funeral, to proving you survived. You keep cryin', About how I'm always explainin', But you keep provin', That you fuckin' need it, You think I need your approval? Nah, just needed the confession, Put your previous statements on the stand, started askin' questions. Now you tryna change the story, claimin' I was seekin' praise, Bitch, I'm cross-examinin' the witness, not beggin' to be raised. You claim invincibility, Where's the credibility? Mistakin' your durability, For lyrical superiority, That ain't an exhibition of ability, It's insecurity, You went from promisin' my death, to celebratin' your security. [Outro] Now go make one of your sad boy songs about how I hurt your feelin's.
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