[Verse 1: Rapper 1, confident, sharp delivery] Yo, what up, cuh? Step up, get crushed, Your rhymes so weak, they collectin’ dust. Flow so stale, like bread in a slum, I’m spittin’ hot bars, you just droppin’ crumbs. You dress like a clown, got no street cred, Your crew’s so soft, they sleep in a bed. I’m the king of this block, you a nobody hack, Your lines so trash, they belong in the back. (What up, cuh?) I’m the champ, no debate, Your skills so thin, they break under weight. [Verse 2: Rapper 2, aggressive, biting tone] Hold up, cuh, you think you the boss? Your rhymes so broke, they drown in the sauce. You flexin’ on the mic, but your game’s all talk, I’m stompin’ through the city, make the pavement walk. Your chain’s fake gold, got that dollar store shine, I’m spittin’ pure fire, melt your whole damn line. You a wannabe thug, no grit in your soul, I’m carvin’ my name on this mic like it’s coal. (What up, cuh?) You’re a joke, get schooled, I’m the king of this game, you’re just playin’ the fool. [Chorus: All vocalists, high energy, crowd hype] What up, cuh? Who’s the illest on the block? Spit that heat, make the whole street rock. (What up, cuh?) We battle to the end, Crown the champ, let the real ones ascend. [Verse 3: Rapper 3, sly, mocking vibe] Yo, cuh, sit down, your flow’s out of gas, Your bars so weak, they belong in the past. You talk big game, but your swagger’s a lie, I’m dodgin’ your punches like a hawk in the sky. Your kicks look cheap, like they fell off a truck, Your rhymes so lame, even your mom don’t give a fuck. I’m sharp like a blade, cut you down with a phrase, You’re lost in the fog, I’m settin’ the stage ablaze. (What up, cuh?) You’re done, take a seat, I’m the champ of this game, you can’t handle the heat. [Verse 4: Rapper 1, escalating intensity] Back on the mic, cuh, you’re still in my dust, Your crew’s so weak, they crumble like rust. I’m the storm in the streets, bringin’ thunder and pain, Your rhymes so dry, they prayin’ for rain. You call that a jab? That’s a flick of a wrist, I’m dodgin’ your bars like they don’t even exist. I’m the lion, you’re the lamb, gettin’ slain in the fray, Your whole rap career’s just a bad throwaway. (What up, cuh?) I’m the truth, you’re a myth, Bow down to the king, or get smoked like a fifth. [Verse 5: Rapper 2, ruthless, rapid-fire] Yo, cuh, you’re a ghost, just a shadow of me, I’m rulin’ this game like a king’s decree. Your flow’s so slow, it’s stuck in the mud, My bars hit hard, draw lyrical blood. You’re a pawn in this war, I’m the knight with the crown, I’m burnin’ this mic, you’re just burnin’ it down. Your style’s outdated, like a flip phone’s ring, I’m the future, cuh, hear the victory I bring. (What up, cuh?) You’re a spark, I’m a flame, Step back, little boy, you’re losin’ this game. [Breakdown: All vocalists, massive heavy metal rap vibe, distorted guitars, pounding drums] [Rapper 1, shouting, raw energy] Yo, cuh! Feel the ground shake, I’m breakin’ the earth! [Rapper 2, growling, intense] Step up, get smashed, know your place, know your worth! [Rapper 3, rapid, chaotic delivery] I’m the beast in the streets, bring the fire, bring the hurt! [All, unified, screaming] Bow down, cuh! We shreddin’ this turf! (What up, cuh?) We’re the kings, no retreat! Rip the mic, burn the stage, bring the heat! (What up, cuh?) No mercy, no peace! We the champs of this war, crown the beast! [Chorus: All vocalists, triumphant, crowd roaring] What up, cuh? Who’s the illest on the block? Spit that heat, make the whole street rock. (What up, cuh?) We battle to the end, Crown the champ, let the real ones ascend. [Outro: Rapper 1, cocky, fading out] Yo, cuh, you’re done, pack your bags, hit the road, [Rapper 2, taunting] Your rhymes so cold, they belong in the snow. [Rapper 3, final jab] What up, cuh? I’m the king, that’s the code, [All, unified] We the champs, let the whole world know! (What up, cuh?)
