[Intro] That was a diss? Damn, Pikachu, I think yo mama called... That pink rat wanna make it personal? Heh... Aight, Grandma. Here comes number one. [Verse 1] One-fifty-one wanna lecture number one, Ancient-ass kitty still pretending she young. Calling yourself Mommy like you raised me at all, If you mothered every Pokémon, explain Magikarp. Every Weedle, every Rattata, Muk in the sewer, That's your family tree? Couldn't fucking be prouder. They call you mythical? Man, imagine that, Whole legend built around a naked wet rat. No fur, no drip, just a tail and some stats, One-fifty-one looking like it crawled from the bath. You say my number doesn't measure my worth, Funny coming from 151 claiming she came first. You hid in the jungle, I was known worldwide, They weren't sure you existed, that ain't a vibe. I was front-page green while you stayed out of view, Open up the Dex, still gotta scroll down to Mew. [Chorus] Check the number, check the name, Zero-zero-one when I stepped in the game. Talk that blood, talk that DNA, One-fifty-one still a long fucking way. Check the number, read it right, Front-page green while you hid outta sight. Copy every style, every body, every move, But you can't Transform into somebody cool. [Verse 2] You know every move? That's a hell of a trick, But copying everybody ain't original, bitch. Transform into me, Transform into them, Whole moveset screaming, "Who the fuck am I again?" I'm Grass and Poison, know exactly my lane, Same bulb, same body, same motherfucking name. When they told me evolve, I refused that shit, Didn't need a new face just to prove I'm legit. Protected the weak before I rolled with Ash, Had to earn my respect, couldn't buy it with cash. When the garden needed help, I stood up for the crew, That's what somebody calling herself "Mommy" should do. Then they found your DNA, started playing with tubes, Couple lab coats later, out walked Mewtwo. Bigger power, bigger anger, bigger debut, Took your name, added two, got bigger than you. Imagine your own clone stealing all of your shine, They copied your ass and improved the design. Half the world hears "Mew" and immediately says "two," Your own damn sequel stole the spotlight from you. [Chorus] Check the number, check the name, Zero-zero-one when I stepped in the game. Talk that blood, talk that DNA, One-fifty-one still a long fucking way. Check the number, read it right, Front-page green while you hid outta sight. Copy every style, every body, every move, But you can't Transform into somebody cool. [Verse 3] Mew so old, motherfucker still Black and White, Balls Blue, eyes Red, smoking Green every night. I stay Gold, drip Silver, keep the Crystal on ice, Ruby on my bitch, Sapphire looking nice. Emerald in the bag, Diamond shining clean, Pearl around her neck, went Platinum off the green. Up all Moon, making money by the Sun, Eyes Scarlet, smoke Violet, still 001. That's generations tucked inside of the rhyme, Same green motherfucker looking fresh every time. Cartridges changed, screens changed, years flew past, Still got roots in the dirt and my seed in the grass. You ancient? Cool, fossils ancient as hell, Don't see Kabuto demanding everybody kneel. Being old ain't a crown, being rare ain't a throne, Sometimes nobody finds you 'cause they left you alone. [Bridge] "Every Pokémon carries a piece of Mew." That's what you said, right? Then every Splash that did nothing? That's you. Every Tackle that missed? That's you. Every L in the Dex? Family reunion. [Verse 4] You handed me the DNA, that's the claim that you made, So technically you wrote every bar on this page. If the rhyme cuts deep and the punchline bruised, Don't blame Bulbasaur, I'm getting it from you. You called yourself the blueprint, live with the facts, Every flaw in the Dex got your name on its back. If you're claiming the glory from beginning to end, Then every L ever taken got your genes in the blend. Keep talking reckless, take a trip out to Lavender, Tell the Don you wanna talk, say Bulbasaur sent ya. Take that cemetery walk, keep that cute little grin, He keeps a little diary... Might squeeze your name in. And Mommy, one thing before you float away, Pack a sandwich in my bag if you're parenting today. Juice box too, since you started this shit, Then pick up your angry-ass clone around six. [Final Chorus] Check the number, check the name, Zero-zero-one when I stepped in the game. Keep talking blood, keep talking DNA, One-fifty-one still one-fifty away. Check the number, read it right, Front-page green since Red and Blue nights. Copy every style, every body, every move, But you can't Transform into somebody cool. [Outro] Now go make my lunch. And if you got a problem? Lavender. The Don's waiting. Zero-zero-one.
