Das funny. You running your mouth, talking about how elite you are. Think you're cunning, but da more dat you're running your mouth, da more I'm starting to doubt dat you know what you are. You say you bring da heat, but when I reed what you wrote, nothing stands out. Just another wanna-be street poet with a sprinkle of deceit, trying to sound elite while you're recycling lines dat were already obsolete. Couple rounds of off-beat rhymes, same old tired patterns, same predictable timing— you can dress it up different, but da shit's still lacking. You know you don't have to rhyme at da end of each line, right? You can rhyme in the middle, let da syllables ripple, break up da rhythm, den hit 'em with a pivot. Rap has evolved since da early two-thousands. So don't go to my page and trash-talk my work when you sound like Doctor Seuss tying a noose, trying to hang with da talent. Walk da walk and talk da talk, but have da skill to back it up. Don't just stack a bunch of words and call it bars because dey happen to rhyme enough. Put a little bit of rage in da page when you engage with your lyrics. Give me something you actually mean. Something underneath da image. Something more than a gimmick and a handful of syllables you picked because dey fit da rhythm. We get it. You wanna be rich. You wanna be famous. You wanna make it big and have everybody know your name. But you ain't gonna do it by bein' a lil' bitch. Switch up da topics. Talk about something with substance. Put a little bit of soul while you rock it. Let me hear about your real circumstances. Not just what you bought. Not just what you got. Tell me what it cost. Tell me what you lost. Tell me something dat actually happened dat made you the person you're pretending to be. Send me something dat has actual meaning. Because if all you are is your money, den all you really have is da shit dat money can buy. And when you take all dat away— da cars, da clothes, da fame, da name— what's left? Because if there's nothing underneath it, if da money is da meaning, den you ain't shit in da end. Now get da fuck outta here.
